"Mr. Valentine." walking straight toward him, her perfect breasts jiggling deliciously with each bouncing step as she began to tug at her flimsy tee shirt....
"Oh, Mr. Vaaaalentiiiiine," ripping the material from her body and exposing her magnificent tits. Kim cupped her beautiful hand under one of the luscious globes and fitted the dark, erect nipple into his watering mouth, begging him to suck and bite the hot flesh till she screamed....
"MR. VALENTINE!!!"
"HUH!!" Jeff Valentine almost yelled as he was startled out of his sweet, vacant condition.
Soft giggles rippled through the classroom, and Jeff felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He had been engaging in his favorite, all consuming pastime again, day dreaming about Kim Laughlin's outstanding breasts. Only this time, he was doing it in Professor Burgess' political science class, and that meant he was in for it.
Jeff suddenly noticed a mild stinging on his cheek and touched the spot with a finger tip. He felt something slippery on his skin and when he looked at his finger he saw that he was bleeding slightly.
He had nicked himself with his finger nail when Professor Burgess had spooked him.
"Come, come, Mr. Valentine." the professor prodded him. "Surely you can answer such an elementary question."
Jeff simply sat there, utterly amazed at the intensity of his daydream.
"We're waiiiting, Mr. Valentine." the Professor urged him again.
"I'm afraid I didn't hear the question, Sir." He admitted sheepishly, looking down at the blood on his finger.
I WAS THINKING ABOUT SUCKING ON KIM LAUGHLIN'S BIG TITS, ALL RIGHT!!! he thought to himself, almost screaming it in his head.
"So, you're afraid, are you?" Professor Burgess bellowed. "Well, Mr. Valentine, I'M afraid that I am going to have to insist on your undivided attention during my class, or demand your complete absence from it. Do you understand your position in this matter, Mr. Valentine?" he asked, his face flushed with anger.
Jeff touched his cheek again and brought his finger around to study it.
"Yes." he confirmed. "I understand Sir. It won't happen again." he promised, squirming himself around in his seat.
"Very well, then." the Professor acquiesced. "You may remain. But I will not tolerate any more disruptive fantasizing about sucking on Kim Laughlin's tits, I warn you!" he threatened.
His round face instantly took on the look of one who has just breached a national security, and he looked away in stark disbelief at his verbal eruption.
Kim's head snapped up from the text book that she had been staring at in sympathetic embarrassment since the beginning of Jeff's public reprimand, her pretty green eyes wide with her own humiliation at the Professor's mortifying statement.
She glanced first at Professor Burgess, and then turned to look at Jeff who was also staring incredulously at the Professor, his mouth hanging open and his finger suspended above the desk top right where he had left it when the disturbing statement had interrupted his studious inspection of its blood stained tip.
"Excuse me?" Jeff said in a barely audible voice. "What did you just say?"
Professor Burgess slowly removed his glasses and wiped a shaky hand across his forehead, slicking his palm with the sheen of perspiration that had magically appeared there.
The entire class was either staring at him, Kim, or Jeff, and you could have heard a gnat fart in the heavy silence that hung over the large classroom.
"I....uh forgive me class, please forgive me." he stammered, and dropped his thick glasses.
They landed on the toe of one of his new Red Wing shoes and clicked onto the linoleum flooring, the sharp sound seeming very loud in contrast to the stunned silence of his students.
He was in such a profoundly confused state that he didn't even bother to pick them up.
"Please forgive me." he repeated, and then looked directly at Kim.
"I have no earthly idea why I said that, Miss Laughlin." he admitted, shaking his head slightly and squinting at her. "I'm terribly sorry." he added, lowering his eyes.
"Class is dismissed." the Professor announced softly, and made his way to his seat at the large oak desk behind him.
The class adjourned quickly amid low mutterings and scattered giggles.
The students who occupied seats close to Kim or Jeff looked a little uncomfortable as they rose to leave the classroom.
Kim was one of the first to exit, leaving her books and back-pack behind and hurrying out the double doors with her arms folded across her uncommonly large breasts, not wishing to speak with anyone.
Jeff stayed behind and waited for the room to empty before approaching the visibly shaken Professor who was now seated at his massive desk. He rescued the fragile glasses on the way, and placed them on the desk top.
"Excuse me, Professor Burgess." Jeff began. "Why did you say that about Kim?" he asked, a note of apprehension in his voice.
The man looked up at Jeff and shook his head slightly.
"I don't know." he said quietly. "It just came out. It was like " He shook his head again and then cradled his face in his palms. "Strange thing." he said, and closed his eyes. "Damn strange thing."
Jeff studied him a moment longer before he turned and walked towards the exit, deciding that the Professor wasn't going to be much help to him after all.
As he reached the open door he heard the Professor say, "Fucking weird."
CHAPTER TWO
Jeff didn't bother to go to his next and final class of the day, opting instead to walk down to the lagoon and sit on the luxurious, manicured grass while he mulled this whole situation over and tried to come up with an answer for how Professor Burgess could have known what he was thinking. Or better yet, how Jeff was apparently able to make him say it.
The wide expanse of lawn that edged against the lagoon at the U.C.S.B. campus was littered with students either doing home work, simply sitting in the beautiful park-like setting and thinking , or talking quietly.
Jeff settled down under a large Spanish pepper tree, his favorite thinking spot, leaning back and propping himself against the scratchy trunk. He didn't survey the immediate area for luscious young ladies to ogle while he engaged in mental masturbation as was his usual habit. He had other, much more important things on his mind.
Like the disturbing classroom experience.
Not far away, in the dappled shade of a smaller tree, lay a perfectly delicious specimen of Penis Erectus.
She was resting comfortably on her stomach, propped on her elbows and facing away from Jeff, thoroughly engrossed in the thick book cradled in her hands and gently tapping the toe of one of her cute white tennis shoes on the grass in time with a melody only she could hear as she digested the contents of Stephen Neman's newest achievement.
Her thread bare, faded jeans fit like a second skin and showed off her sumptuous ass very nicely, the seam in back separating and defining her round young buttocks. Her pantie line was also plainly visible through the almost worn through material in the seat of her pants.
She was wearing a loose white tee-shirt with the faded remnants of some timely logo on the back, her long, straight brown hair spilling across her shoulders and hiding most of the forgotten blue and green lettering.
It was part of Jeff's basic nature to ogle girls (and had been since the sixth grade), his view on the matter being that it was just to damn frustrating, and probably down right unhealthy to deny one's basic nature.
And so, when he found himself in the presence of a desirable female he would immediately began to fantasize about her, mentally transforming the current object of his desire into an exhibitionistic, lust crazed bitch in heat who had only one purpose in life: to totally satisfy Jeff's nasty sexual desires.
But, for the moment he was still trying to figure out how Professor Burgess knew what he was thinking.
"How in the fuck did that happen?" he muttered to himself, gazing halfheartedly at the lovely young lady on the grass as he ran the incident in the classroom through his mind over and over again. He remembered thinking the words as loud as he could in his head, and wishing that Professor Burgess could hear him.
Could he have developed some kind of thought projection talent, he wondered.
The thought gave him a serious case of chicken skin.
A white and green lump of bird shit slapped the gnarled root of the pepper tree just inches from his thigh, and Jeff immediately looked up at the culprit, a large Blue Jay who was chattering away happily and hopping from branch to branch above his head.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" Jeff screamed in his head.
The bird shrieked, instantly winging up through the branches and out of the tree as if some little boy filled with the brand of cruelty that is born of ignorance had shot a BB gun and struck the branch next to him.
An icy chill drooled slowly down Jeff s spine. "Fuck!" he hissed to himself. "Did I do that?" He looked around the sunlit lawn and locked his gaze onto a big, buffed out guy who looked like he had muscles in his shit, and mentally screamed "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!!" at him.
The response was instantaneous.
The big fellow jerked his head around and shot a fiery look at Jeff before jumping to his feet.
He lumbered over to where Jeff was propped against the tree and glared down at him menacingly.
"Did you just say something to me?" he asked a little uncertainly as he poked himself in the chest.
"Huh uh." Jeff answered, barely able to contain his excitement.
"I could'a sworn...." the big guy started to say, then a curious look washed over his face and he departed, leaving Jeff to silently mouth WOW! to himself.
The girl in the faded jeans didn't see Jeff take up residence beneath the tree, nor was she aware that he was now staring at her intently.
Jeff simply couldn't help himself. He had to see if his newly discovered "power" worked on girls as well.
He stared at her right ankle, and imagined an itch there.
She immediately placed the toe of her left tennis shoe on the exact spot he had projected his thought to and began to casually scrub it up and down, scratching the area until the itch was gone.
"Yesssssss!" he hissed to himself, making a fist and thumping it on his knee. Now he carefully zeroed in on the back of the girl's left thigh, once again imagining an itch.
Right on cue she reached back and scraped her finger nails across the faded material of her jeans several times in the correct spot until she satisfied that urge as well.
"Ohhhhh, this is un-fucking-believable." he whispered excitedly, and wondered briefly if he might be dreaming it all. The age-old pinch test eliminated that possibility, and only left him with a sore arm.
His next experiment was predictable.
Jeff looked directly at the spot where the seam in the seat of the girl's jeans dipped down into her crotch, and imagined a maddening itch there.
The unfortunate subject squirmed suddenly but didn't reach around to do anything about the uncomfortable itch, obviously hoping to alleviate the problem by shifting her thighs and avoiding the embarrassment of touching herself there in front of so many strangers.
But Jeff kept projecting, and the poor girl finally took a quick look around to see if anybody was looking in her direction before reaching back and jamming her right hand into her crotch from behind, digging and scratching furiously at herself for several seconds until Jeff released the thought and allowed the greatly relieved young lady to resume her reading.
His last, and perhaps most important test, was to see if he could instill a thought in the girl's head that would produce a desired reaction. He thought for a moment, licked his lips, and locked his gaze onto the back of her head.
"ROLL OVER ONTO YOUR RIGHT SIDE!!!" he projected, and the target subject did as he 'suggested", promptly rolling onto the correct side and propping her head on her hand with the book laying conveniently on the grass before her.
Jeff's excitement over this incredible discovery was so great that for the moment he could do nothing more than sit under the tree, shaking uncontrollably as the smorgasbord of possibilities for this wonderful new "power" flooded his horny little brain.
Jeffrey Valentine, an average twenty-one year old student with an over-active imagination, suddenly felt like a obscenely rich kid in a VERY large toy store.
CHAPTER THREE
In the spring of nineteen seventy, Macy Lynne Valentine lay sweating on a gurney in the labor room of the Sweet Oak Community hospital.
She and her husband Tom had tried for six years to conceive a child, and now she wondered what all the hoorah was about. The baby was almost a month late, and although the doctor preferred to allow nature to take it's course it had simply not done so.
The decision to induce Macy's labor had wisely been made.
They were instructed to check into the hospital on April fifth at seven-thirty a.m..
After Macy had been prepped, losing all of her pubic hair and enduring a very uncomfortable enema administered by an ancient, jaded obstetrics nurse who after untold years of working with mothers-to-be was extremely efficient but had lost the ability to display kindness and compassion, the doctor induced labor with a fiery injection and instructions to let the tiny white pills the nurse had given her dissolve slowly in her mouth.
Macy had done as she was instructed, and labor was successfully, and very painfully provoked.
She and Tom had attended the La Maz classes offered at the Y.M.C.A. in preparation for the exciting event. The picture painted for them concerning the actual birth of their child was one of overwhelming beauty and grace.
But the person teaching that worthwhile class had said nothing that would prepare them for what was taking place now, in a situation involving artificially induced labor.
A little after nine a.m. Macy felt the first of many contractions. She shrieked at Tom, who was talking to the old nurse in the next cubicle.
When he arrived bedside to see what was the matter, Macy suffered a bout of projectile vomiting, sending a glut of malodorous fluid shooting straight up into the air and finding herself unable to successfully dodge the fluid when gravity took over.
The nurse cleaned her up as well as she could under the circumstances, but Macy was still left with matted, smelly hair and Tom didn't think that she was at all representative of the beautiful fantasies he had entertained for the last several months surrounding the birth of his child.
After nearly eleven hours of shrieking, flatulent, sweating labor, their son came into this world looking very much like a little old Chinese man.
The nurse did her job well, cleaning and suctioning the infant before laying him on Macy's chest and telling the proud parents to get acquainted with their new son.
Tom walked to the head of the birthing table and reached over his wife's shoulder to touch the baby. The instant he made contact with the child, a name flared in his head like a neon sign had just been switched on, actually scaring him a little.
Jeffrey Ramond Valentine was the name given to the nurse to be entered on the live birth certificate.
Although Macy objected strongly, reminding Tom that they had already chosen Michael Thomas in the event she gave birth to a boy, he could not be swayed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jeff grew up enjoying a rather normal childhood with nothing remarkable about him save his uncanny ability to know peoples names at the exact moment his skin touched theirs when he would shake hands with someone. The person's name would pop into his head an instant before they verbalized it, and this always amused him. It happened more often with men than women, and he usually didn't know when it would occur. It just did.
When Jeff left junior high and graduated to high school, his "talent" became slightly more useful. Jeff discovered that he could make an opponent miss an easy shot during a game of pool in his uncle's garage, by concentrating his energy and releasing it in the general direction of the person attempting the shot. He honestly thought that anybody could do that sort of thing if they tried, and didn't consider it to be anything special, just fun.
During the summer that separated his junior year from his last year at high school, Jeff watched a documentary about ESP on a public television channel, and was intrigued by the possibilities.
He listened carefully as a woman with impressive credentials explained that every body possesses ESP abilities to some degree, and that anyone can develop and strengthen their particular type of Extra Sensory Perception with practice and patience.
Although he was already aware that he had some level of "talent", he set out to prove to himself that there really was something to all of this.
Jeff seated himself in a comer of the Sweet Oak public library with a magazine on the table in front of him. He scanned the portion of the building that he could see from his spot, and picked a young man who was busy looking at large picture book about dinosaurs to be his first test subject.
He made himself as comfortable as possible, slouching down in his chair and completely relaxing before fixing his eyes on the forehead of his target.
Jeff stared as hard as he could at the fossil freak for a full minute.
Just as he was about to quit and give his stinging, watering eyes a break, the young man's head suddenly snapped up and he looked directly at Jeff.
Not a little to his left, or a little to his right, but right at him.
Jeff blinked and looked down at his magazine.
As soon as his eyes felt okay again, he picked an older man sitting in the opposite comer who was methodically going through a sizable stack of newspapers on the seat next to him.
Jeff fixed his gaze on the side of the man's head and once again stared unwaveringly at the spot.
This time he only had to wait about thirty seconds for a positive response, diverting his eyes the moment the man looked at him.
Jeff was excited by the positive results of his experiment, and spent the next three weeks trying to get people to look at him, and more often than not, his subjects were female. He delighted in causing young, pretty girls to notice him, occasionally dredging up enough nerve to talk to them after they had looked at him, and a couple of times, even managing to score a date.
As the summer wore on, his interest in this new mental toy wore thin, and eventually Jeff stopped doing it all together. But, his ability to know most men's names before they offered it remained constant and Jeff never failed to be amused when it happened.
Jeff did have one experience that was certainly a preview of what was to come, although he didn't realize it when it happened.
He had been at a friends house, drinking and partying with the rest of the crowd who were celebrating the birthday of a girl completely unknown to Jeff. He had had about three too many brewskies, and unwisely decided that it was about time he got to know the birthday girl. His childish, drunken advances were innocent enough, but when that many people are slamming beers down, there's bound to be one or two that are looking for an excuse to cause trouble.
Jeff was just going into the "I'm on the first string of the football team this year" portion of his feeble pick-up routine, when a guy named Allen Stumbo, who had had a few too many cold one's himself and had already decided that he wanted to take the same girl out but hadn't as yet, gotten up his nerve to approach her, came to the conclusion that Jeff was infringing on his territory and decided to impress the young lady by beating the monkey poop out of him.
Allen sauntered up behind Jeff and poked him in the shoulder.
Jeff didn't even turn around to see who was poking him so rudely just when this beauty was about to agree to go out with him. He simply wished with all his might that they would go away and quit bothering him.
Allen started to poke him again, harder this time, but had a sudden change of heart. For some reason, he just didn't feel like pursuing the matter, and left Jeff to fuck things up with the girl by himself.
Jeff couldn't know that he had just made a successful 'suggestion" to this fellow, because he never turned to see the initial malicious determination on the intruder's face.
And now, here he was in college with the new talent in full operation, and he was determined to enjoy it to the hilt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Can I help you?" the counter girl at the university center book store asked him again.
She was looking at him impatiently as if he were simple minded and she just didn't have time for this shit. But then, she had always treated Jeff (and most of the other male students who didn't have the good fortune to look like Tom Selleck or Richard Gere) like a piece of Panda crap when he came to purchase required text books.
She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and Jeff had always felt a little sorry for her lack of warmth and personality.
He also knew her name.
Kristin Olds.
She had been in one of Jeff's classes earlier in the year, but had dropped the class for reasons that he was not privy to. Kristin was the type of female that could make your cock stiffen and your balls swell up just by walking past you.
She possessed the kind of legs and ass that Vargas lovingly endowed his females with when painting those perfectly delicious pictures for Playboy magazine. Her breasts were large and as perfect as he had ever seen, and she always wore some kind of sexy, mood altering scent.
Kristin's face was, of course, very beautiful, but she constantly wore a look of snotty impatience and so lacked the friendly quality required to make it a genuine heart stopper.
Today she was wearing a loose, frilly lavender blouse and a pleated black skirt that hung to a point just above her knees.
Jeff had entertained masturbation fantasies concerning this girl for several months but never considered asking her out. He was certain his average looks would gain him nothing more than a stinging rejection for his efforts.
But things in Jeff's life were suddenly very different, and he had decided to bring this girl down a notch or three.
"C'mon, c'mon." Kristin whined impatiently, putting her hands on her hips and shifting her weight dramatically. "I don't have all fucking day!"
Jeff simply smiled at her as he 'suggested" that she take a walk with him.
"Oh....well I....okay." she agreed, a puzzled look suddenly clouding her face. "Let me get Cecilia to cover for me." she said, and turned to inform her work-mate that she would be gone for a little while.
That confused look would become a familiar sight to Jeff, as it seemed to be the only visible side effect to his mental projections.
Kristin returned a few moments later and ducked under the end of the counter to join Jeff on the customer side.
She slipped her soft hand into his, just as he had "asked" her to, and the two of them strolled out of the store.
They walked hand in hand across the interior of the huge center and exited the structure on the lagoon side.
"Where are we going?" she asked him as they made their way along the wide dirt path that wound around the lagoon and ended up at the beach, that odd, vacant look still on her face.
"We're going to a special place I know." Jeff informed her, and then put a thought into her head.
"Can I suck your cock when we get there?" she asked, totally unaware that the idea was Jeff's, not hers.
"Of course you can, Kristin." he agreed. Kristin squeezed his hand excitedly.
They arrived at Jeff's special place, which was nothing more than the shady area beneath a low slung tree in a secluded portion of The Bluffs that overlooked the ocean.
He shook the leaves and other debris from an old piece of carpet that had been left behind by one of the hundred other encounters that had taken place there between other adventurous people who enjoyed fucking in the great outdoors, and "told" her to make herself comfortable.
Kristin began to ease herself down into a squatting position in preparation for planting herself on the carpet but stopped in mid-squat and pulled up the back of her skirt, completely exposing her panty hose and pantie encased butt for Jeff's viewing pleasure.
He stared at the girl's underwear for several seconds, feeling his penis stiffen nicely, and then released the thought, allowing Kristin to sit down.
She arranged herself facing him, leaning back comfortably on her hands with her knees pulled up and spread wide, displaying no embarrassment at all as she allowed Jeff to stare rudely between her thighs as per his "wishes".
Kristin suddenly looked as though she were uncomfortable, and Jeff realized that he was allowing his thoughts to drift a little.
He refocused them and she immediately smiled warmly at him, spreading her thighs even more.
"That's better." Jeff praised. "I've always wanted to see between your legs, Kristin." he said, and placed a hand on his own crotch, crudely massaging the growing bulge in his pants as she looked on. He had always had a strong desire to do and say truly obscene things in front of a girl, and now saw his chance to realize that fantasy.
"You know, Kristin," he began, "I like to stroke my cock and think about fucking you." Jeff started to unzip his fly as he spoke to her.
She clouded for just a moment, and then brightened again.
"As a matter-of-fact," he went on, "I think I'll pull out my cock, and jack-off right here in front of you."
Kristin smiled demurely, and nodded her approval of his crudeness.
Jeff suddenly opened the front of his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his knees, his stiff penis standing out from his body and pointing almost directly at Kristin. He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the swollen organ and began to masturbate slowly, his balls rising and falling slightly with each stroke.
He played with himself in this manner for several minutes, thoroughly enjoying the icy rush of nasty sexual adrenalin that surged through him at the thought of doing something so private and obscene in the presence of a beautiful young woman.
When he had had enough of this solo activity, Jeff "asked" her to get up from her place on the carpet and position herself on her knees directly in front of him.
She dutifully gazed up into his eyes as soon as she had complied with that "request", then opened the front of her blouse and pulled up her bra, exposing her exciting breasts in response to an additional suggestion he had made .
Jeff continued to stroke his cock, masturbating almost in her face, as Kristin cupped her hands under her impressive breasts and lifted them, pointing the nipples upward.
Kristin bent her head forward and began to suck noisily at her nipples, moaning softly for Jeff's personal pleasure. She sucked eagerly at her left nipple until it was fully erect and then switched to her remaining breast to work on that knob of flesh until it too, was stiff and pointed. She continued to stimulate herself in this way, alternating from one shiny nipple to the other several times before abruptly stopping and sliding her right hand through his thighs and rubbing her warm, smooth palm sexily all over his naked butt.
He spread his thighs slightly to allow her easier access and sucked a breath of cold air through his teeth when she suddenly swallowed up the head of his penis, swirling her hot tongue all over the smooth, sensitive skin and causing him to stop stroking himself for a few moments while he tried to adjust to the intensity of her attentions and the heat of her wet, velvety mouth.
When he had calmed himself a little he resumed stroking his cock, masturbating into her beautiful mouth as she groaned and whimpered her lusty approval.
After several long minutes and at his "request", she switched from sucking the head of his penis to licking his balls, cocking her head from side to side and sliding her hot, slippery tongue all over and under his hairy scrotum, making sexy little animal sounds and sliding her finger tips up and down the cleft between his buttocks.
Jeff could feel himself approaching the point of no return and Kristin immediately obeyed his 'suggestion" by tilting her head back, opening her mouth wide.
Jeff grabbed a hunk of her hair with his left hand and pointed the head of his cock into her waiting mouth.
A moment later, she obeyed him again, slipping a finger between his buttocks and teasing his asshole, instantly throwing him over the edge and into orgasm.
Kristin held perfectly still for him as he masturbated excitedly, ejaculating a large quantity of thick, hot liquid into her mouth as his testicles emptied themselves. She continued to gently finger his sensitive asshole as his thighs trembled and he grunted mightily through his orgasm, very nearly loosing his balance with the intensity.
When his climax had passed, Kristin withdrew her finger from between his buttocks and carefully pulled her hand back through his thighs, keeping her mouth open, its glistening cargo visible.
Jeff reached down and took one of her erect nipples between his thumb and index finger and after several moments spent gazing in amazement at the pool of white liquid that was dancing sexily in Kristin's upturned mouth, he gently tweaked the hot, stiff flesh.
Just as he had 'suggested", Kristin's mouth clamped shut when he squeezed her nipple.
Jeff watched the muscle's in her lovely throat convulse several times as Kristin swallowed the product of his orgasm, moaning her "appreciation" to him.
She took his softening penis from his hand and licked it clean, occasionally pumping it gently with her own hand in an attempt to get the last few drops of his sperm into her mouth before releasing it.
Jeff watched her pull her bra down and adjust it over her breasts as he jerked up his underwear and pants and fastened them again.
When she had rebuttoned her blouse, Jeff led her out from the relative seclusion of the tree branches and back onto the path that had brought them there.
They made their way back along the path towards the university center, walking in silence as Jeff's mind reeled with a thousand fantasies concerning his new mental toy, and Kristin simply humming tunelessly to herself.
Occasionally, Jeff would reach up under the back of her skirt and help himself to a handful of Kristin's firm, round ass, thoroughly exploring every inch of her luscious buttocks as they shifted and rolled deliciously inside her underwear during the long walk back. Or, for the sake of variety, he would reach in front and play with her firm breasts, squeezing them and playfully tugging at the nipples through her clothing until they came fully erect again, giving himself another zipper bursting erection in the bargain.
Kristin's face alternately clouded over with confusion and then brightened up again. Once, she even cupped her hand under his as he groped and tweaked her breasts.
Jeff's face, deeply flushed with renewed arousal, was screwed into a mask of total concentration as he "told" her over and over that absolutely nothing had happened between them.
As soon as they reached the book store, Jeff said "See ya'" and walked away, leaving a befuddled Kristin to try and explain where she had been to her co-worker, and to herself.
Jeff lay in his bed that night and replayed the afternoon's events over and over in his mind. He smiled broadly at the memory of the girl on the lawn trying to relieve the itch he had "put" in her crotch. The vivid mental picture he had of her hand digging furiously at the itch was genuinely amusing to him, and he realized that the possibilities for occasional good natured sport in this area were probably endless.
Then, as he was remembering how easy it was to "control" Kristin Olds and how good it felt when she was licking his balls, a column of females he had lusted after but failed to score with began to march naked through his mind, their stiff-nippled breasts bouncing in perfect unison and their round young asses jiggling seductively as they passed, causing his testicles to squirm and his penis to stiffen to an alarming degree.
Jeff masturbated to completion as he watched the naked girls pass in review, his powerful ejaculation splashing hot sperm across his chest.
After cleaning himself up, Jeff fell into a sleep so complete that had he been connected to an E.E.G., the person monitoring him would have made arrangements for immediate transfer to a coma ward.
CHAPTER SIX
When Jeff hopped out of bed the next morning, he felt so completely refreshed and invigorated that even the crappy music oozing through the common wall that he shared with the guy in the next apartment didn't frazzle him.
Jeff had always held the strong belief that the shit-head living next to him was a direct descendant of one of the Beverly Hillbillies.
At this very moment, as Jeff stood scratching around in his naked crotch trying to find the tiny little itch that he could never quite zero in on, and looking out the large living room window at the empty courtyard below, he could plainly hear the twangy, sorrowful voice of some poor fucker singing his heart out about some stupid bitch that let the bottle get the best of her.
"My Baaaabyyyy drank herseeeeeelf to deaaaaaath " the singing cowboy whined, and Jeff wondered how he ever got anybody to record that shit.
But, he felt far too charitable this morning to be bothered with banging on the wall and screaming accusations alluding to his neighbor's questionable lineage.
Instead, he turned on the clock radio that occupied the snack-wrapper littered top of the night stand near his bed, and forgot about the cowboy and his beer departed wife.
Jeff dressed himself and took care of his bathroom needs, singing along to Led Zeppelin while he combed his hair and shaved. As he stood looking into the medicine cabinet mirror trying to decide whether or not to attempt growing another moustache, a childhood memory flooded his brain so completely that it shut out the driving beat on the clock radio as if someone had jerked the plug.
Jeff's lather smeared face suddenly took on the look of a hobo who has just spied a twenty dollar bill laying on the sidewalk, and the disposable razor he had been using to scrape the last twenty-four hours worth of growth from his face clattered into the sink.
He exited the little bathroom quickly, whacking his wrist painfully on the door knob in his haste.
After cranking the volume down on the clock radio Jeff snatched the bright blue telephone/address book that his mother had tearfully stuffed into his hand when he left for college so he "wouldn't forget to call" from the three stool bar that separated his living room from his kitchen. He flipped through the pages, almost dropping the rarely used book twice before finally arriving at the page that contained the phone number he needed.
He pulled the receiver from the princess wall phone that Mark had installed rather crookedly for him and dialed the operator.
"Thank you for using A.T. and T. " she greeted him. "May I help you?"
"Yes yes, I'd like to make a collect call to "
He quickly searched the page again. "Area code two-one-two, five-five-five-two-nine-one-one." he said, and moved the receiver to his other ear. Jeff noticed that there was shaving cream gooped onto the telephone cord and realized that he had, in his excitement, forgotten to wash the foam from his face.
"Shhhit!" he whispered to himself.
"Excuse me?" the operator said.
"Oh ... nothing. I'm sorry." Jeff apologized.
"Your name, Sir?" she asked him curtly.
"Jeffrey Valentine." he answered, and waited while the operator placed the call.
When she had confirmed that his party would accept the call, the operator said "Go ahead, Sir." and disconnected.
"Jeffie?" The voice on the other end asked.
"Hi Gram!" he answered excitedly.
The conversation swung back and forth between Jeff's grades and the unfortunate but necessary removal of one of uncle Clarence's grossly distended testicles, which made Jeff unconsciously provide his own jewels with an affectionate squeeze.
After three or four minutes of this uninteresting banter Jeff interrupted his grandmother's lengthy report.
"The reason I called you, Gram, is because I remembered something you told me when I was a kid, and I wanted to check the facts before I used it in my psychology paper." he lied.
"All right, Jeffie." she agreed, calling him by the pet name she had saddled him with some years before. "What is it?"
"You told me one time that you and your cousin Daisy could do some weird things, like see your fingers in the dark, or something like that." he answered.
"Why yes, Jeffie. But we could do more than just see them. When we lay in our bed at night, we slept together when we were children, you know, we could write our names in the dark with our finger tips. It wouldn't stay or anything, you could just see it for a second. But we used to amuse ourselves like that when we weren't tired enough to sleep. We called it fire writing because it would sometimes glow a real pretty red or orange color. But we didn't think it was weird, honey. We thought everybody could do it." she informed him, and laughed softly.
Jeff couldn't speak for a moment.
"Jeffie? Are you still there?" she asked.
"Yeah, Gram. I'm here." he answered. "Could anyone else do. ... odd things." he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
"Well, let me see now...." she started. "You know, my daddy and his brother, that'd be Daisy's daddy, they could lift a table clean off the floor just by laying their hands on top of it."
Jeff's mouth had fallen open a little during the short telling of this newest information, and he felt a smile pulling at his lips.
"Is that a fact?" he asked in a dreamy voice.
"Yessir, and they even did it once with some fat bartender down at the American Hotel sitting on top of one of those big round lounge tables to win a bet during a fourth of July celebra-"
Jeff cut her off.
"Anybody else, Gram?" he asked excitedly.
"No, not that I can think of, Jeffie. Except for my aunt Footie. Now, she could stare at a candle flame and make it bend to the right or le-" He interrupted her again.
"Thanks Gram. I gotta go now, or I'll be late for class." he lied again.
"Well, all right, Jeffie." she said. "You be a good boy, and write to your mamma."
"I will, Gram." he promised, and hung up the phone.
"Son of a bitch!" he hissed to himself, grinning broadly and suddenly feeling a bit more comfortable now that he was armed with the knowledge that this sort of thing got passed down through his family from generation to generation.
Jeff simply happened to be the newest recipient.
He went back to the bathroom and re-foamed his face. As he finished shaving, he wondered if the ability was a permanent part of him now, or whether it might leave him as quickly as it had come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At two forty-five that afternoon, Jeff and his best friend Mark Summerset were standing along the wall that formed the entrance to the university center, talking about Mark's new roller blades that had arrived U.P.S. the previous day, and occasionally exchanging crude, juvenile remarks about attractive females that passed by.
"Ooooooo " Mark almost whined. "Look at the ass on that girl, Jeff." he said, and made hungry little puppy sounds to convey his desire.
The girl in question was standing with her back to them, hands stuffed into the seat pockets of her jeans as she perused selected scraps of paper advertising motor scooters for sale and odd jobs to be had.
Jeff smiled a little and "asked" the girl to slide her hands slowly up and down her buttocks a couple of times as if she'd just been spanked.
"Oh man!" Mark whispered excitedly. "Did you see that?" he asked, glancing at Jeff for a second to see if his friend had witnessed the arousing display.
Jeff nodded appreciatively, and Mark returned his excited gaze to the young lady's shapely butt.
"Yeah," Jeff said calmly. "I saw her. How'd you like to have that sitting on your face, Mark?" he asked, and took a long pull from the can of soda he was holding.
"Yeah ... right, Jeff." Mark said sarcastically. "That ain't never gonna happen to me. The only kind of guys girls like her even consider drinking out of the same beer can with drive Corvettes and look like they just stepped out of G.Q. magazine." He lamented. "I'm just a plain ol' psych major with eighty bucks in my bank account. Shit, I couldn't even afford a fucking subscription to G.Q."
Jeff put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "What would it be worth to you to have that girl sit on your face?" he asked softly.
Mark shook the hand off.
"Quit fuckin' around, Jeff."
"C'mon, Mark." he persisted. "If I could arrange to have that girl sit on your face, what would it be worth?"
Mark sighed loudly and shook his head. "Look, just to get you off my back, I'd say it would be worth...." He thought seriously for a moment. "I don't know, Jeff. My roller blades, okay? It'd be worth my new roller blades if you really talked her into sitting on my face. But that ain't gonna happen, so it's a moot point." he finished, and waved a hand to signify that that portion of the conversation was over. "What size are they?" Jeff asked him.
"Fuck you." Mark said, thoroughly exasperated. "They're size nine's, all right?"
"Perfect." Jeff stated flatly. "Wait right here." Jeff tossed his empty soda can into the trash can next to Mark and then calmly sauntered over to the girl.
"That boy has got a serious problem with reality." Mark said to himself and folded his arms, certain that all his friend was going to get for his trouble was a hand print on his face. He watched anxiously as Jeff reached the girl, and then something rather odd happened.
The two simply stood there, staring at each other but not talking.
Marks mouth dropped open when they turned suddenly and started towards him, the beautiful young lady smiling and looking directly at Mark as she walked. He suddenly became very nervous, almost panicky, and looked around himself uncomfortably as they approached, actually considering hopping over the short wall and disappearing into the center.
"Hello, Mark." she greeted him warmly.
"Hi." he said, looking past her to Jeff.
"Would you really like it if I sat on your face?" she asked in a perfectly natural tone of voice.
"l ... well if ... well Jeff " he stuttered in his embarrassment and shock.
"Hey," she said. "Don't be shy, now. If you'd like to have me sit on your face, I'd be more than happy to oblige you." she informed him, and smiled so sweetly that Mark decided to bite.
"Well, yeah." he said finally. "Sure, I'd love to have you. ... do that." He put a hand on his hip and tried to look cool.
"Great!" the girl exclaimed. "Can we go to your apartment to do it?" she asked, her eyes showing obvious excitement at the idea.
"Sure." Mark agreed. "Let's go."
"Let's go." she parroted enthusiastically.
Jeff cleared his throat loudly and shot Mark a questioning look.
"Oh yeah, c'mon Jeff. Let's go." he said, gesturing the invitation with his hand.
The three of them started toward Mark's tiny apartment, and Jeff smiled to himself at the thought of watching Mark get his wish.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Make yourself comfortable." Mark offered and closed the door behind them.
"I won't be comfortable until you have your face in my wet pussy." the girl stated in a sexy, sultry voice.
Jeff took a seat at Mark's desk and sat quietly, "controlling" the encounter from a short distance.
"Come over here and lay on the floor." the girl instructed Mark.
Mark looked quickly at Jeff, who shrugged noncommittally.
He moved to the center of the small studio apartment and lay on his back, still fully clothed.
The girl stood near the top of Mark's head, facing his feet, and unfastened her pants. She looked down into his eyes as she stripped her pants and white cotton panties down to her ankles and spread her feet as wide as the knot of clothing would allow.
"Put your head between my legs and rest it on my pants." she directed.
Mark did as he was told, positioning his head between her ankles and using her squashed down clothing as a pillow. He lay there, staring up between her naked creamy thighs for several seconds, his erection actually becoming a little painful his excitement was so intense.
"Are you ready, baby?" she asked him.
"Yes." he whispered, and then watched as the girl slowly squatted down, bringing her hairy crotch closer and closer to his waiting face.
The first thing he noticed was the moist heat that radiated from the girl's pussy and ass. He could feel it on his face long before she actually made contact with him.
Then the strong, incredibly arousing odor of her excited pussy filled his nostrils and he thought he would loose it right then.
In the few seconds that crawled by between the time she first squatted over his face, taking care to insure her balance by placing her hands on the sides of his chest, and the moment that she carefully fitted her moist, warm pussy over his mouth, Mark had time to commit the girl's entire naked crotch and butt to memory.
The strong afternoon sun light pouring in through the large window in the combination living room/bedroom was bright enough to allow him to see everything.
Mark was staring up into the most beautiful thing his young eyes had ever beheld.
Her dark brown pubic hair was long and baby fine, and he could follow its digression from the explosion of fur covering her fragrant pussy to the thin spray of hair between her widely spread buttocks.
Mark clearly saw the tiny hairs on the darker skin surrounding her rosy, wrinkled anus, and a tiny mole up near her tail bone. Her present position naturally caused her vaginal lips to part a little and he could actually see a little way up into her pussy. He stared at the soft pink inner lips for just a moment before she relaxed her thighs and gently 'sat" on his face, wriggling herself slightly to obtain the optimum fit between her moist pussy lips and his mouth.
Mark instinctively stuck out his tongue and was so profoundly affected by the strong, tangy flavor of the girl's pussy that he would spend the rest of his life seeking to duplicate the electrifying sexual jolt of this first experience tasting a woman's vagina.
A second or two after the initial tasting of her privates, his tongue went to work as if it had a disturbed mind of its own, licking and darting and sucking all over the delighted girl's pussy at a feverish pace.
"Ohhhhh....oh shit!" she breathed lustily as her pussy made contact with Mark's mouth and he began to rape her with his tongue. "Suck me. ... ohhhhhh lick my fucking pussy for me." she chanted to him and suddenly reached forward, clamping a hand on his crotch and groping his balls and cock through his clothing.
Mark spread his thighs open a little as she alternately squeezed his straining penis and massaged his aching balls.
Jeff, who had been sitting so quietly at the desk that Mark had forgotten all about him, decided to help out even more. He began to "masturbate" her with his mind, envisioning a strong vibrator directly on her clit.
"Uhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she wailed suddenly, her eyes clamping shut and her thighs quaking with the intensity of Jeff's "projection".
Mark had moved his mouth to the girl's butt and was actively licking her delicate asshole, swirling his tongue all around and occasionally darting the tip up inside of the hot, earthy tasting little hole.
The girl was attempting to masturbate Mark through his pants now, rapidly stroking the shape of his stiff penis with her finger tips for several moments and then jamming her hand into his crotch briefly to massage his swollen testicles and then back to his cock again, all the while grunting and groaning loudly from the combined licking she was receiving courtesy of Mark's wildly thrashing tongue and the incredible masturbation that Jeff was "projecting" to her rock hard clit.
Mark was alternating his oral attentions between her widely spread butt and her hairy pussy now, fucking his tongue in and out of both entrances and licking every millimeter of the girl's hot skin. All at once he noticed that her entire crotch had become very slippery, and that the strong flavor of her pussy had somehow changed to an even stronger, far more exciting taste.
Without any warning at all she suddenly grabbed the sides of Mark's chest, gripping him so fiercely that she actually inhibited his breathing a little.
At that precise moment, Jeff projected what he thought a huge penis would feel like into her pussy, and started ramming the thought in and out of her.
It worked better than he could have hoped for.
The girl began to shriek as her orgasm rocketed through her, causing her fingers to clutch spastically at Mark's poor chest as she held on for the sake of balance, and her sanity.
Mark didn't even notice her finger nails digging into his chest. All he could think about was the little rivulet of hot, syrupy fluid that was drooling from the girl's pussy and running into his mouth as she writhed and bellowed her release.
After a considerable length of time her climax began to fade, and she regained most of her composure. She released her death grip on Mark's chest and took several deep, shaky breaths before standing up again, swaying alarmingly in the process but recovering her balance nicely.
As she stood, several droplets of the still oozing vaginal secretions shook loose from her drenched pubic hair and struck Mark's face, exciting him to levels he would never be able to fully experience again.
Mark sat up, brushing his ears against the warm insides of her knees and took a deep breath himself. He carefully wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before turning himself around to stare excitedly at the girl's naked thighs and dewy pubic hair.
Jeff stood and walked into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a wad of pastel green toilet paper.
"Here you are." he said, and offered the tissue to the still unsteady girl.
"Oh, thank you." she said gratefully, and took the paper.
As both of them looked on, she squatted slightly and wiped first at her rear, methodically stroking the paper back and forth between her luscious buttocks, and then turned the paper over and wiped her dribbling pussy, carefully dabbing at it as if it were hypersensitive.
Mark held out his hand and she placed the wad of wet paper in his palm. He, in turn, tossed the moisture laden object on his night stand.
Jeff was suddenly amused by the thought that it would be a while before that little wad of paper made it to the trash can. Mark would almost certainly use the item during masturbation sessions to remind himself of the girl's scent for a long time to come.
The girl slowly pulled her panties up, arranging them carefully front and back, and repeated the process with her pants, that familiar confused look washing over her face as she fastened the button and zipped them up.
Jeff concentrated on her, and all was well again.
Mark got up from the floor and plopped down heavily on the bed, his powerful erection making him very uncomfortable.
"Well, I guess I should be going." the girl announced, and looked at Jeff questioningly.
"Yes," he said. "You probably have a class to get to or something." he suggested, and "told" her to forget this whole experience.
"Yes, I wouldn't want to be late for class." she agreed, her voice devoid of any conviction. She turned to Mark and raised a hand slightly.
"See ya'." she said quietly, and walked the few steps to the door.
Mark had turned the dead bolt when he closed the door behind them, and she fumbled with it for a few seconds before finally figuring it out. The door swung open and she turned to give Jeff a final "What the fuck just happened here?" look before exiting, the door snicking shut behind her.
Jeff turned to look at a visibly unhinged Mark, and held his hand out, palm up.
Mark looked at the hand for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and asking "What?"
"My roller blades, please." Jeff stated, and smiled a little.
"Awwww, your not really gonna take my skates, are you? My dad just sent those to me." Mark whined.
"Hey, a deal's a deal." Jeff reminded him. "Pay up." he demanded good naturedly.
"Fuck it." Mark resolved. "She was worth it!" he exclaimed, and went to the closet to get Jeff's skates for him. After fishing around inside the tiny cubicle for a moment he produced the payment, and handed the skates to Jeff.
"How did you get her to do that, anyway?" Mark asked, suddenly very curious about the whole experience.
"Nothing more than the old Valentine charm, my boy." Jeff assured him. "I gotta go now. I'm supposed to be studying." He turned to leave.
"Can you do that for me again sometime?" Mark asked in an almost pleading tone.
"Sure." Jeff answered simply, and exited the little apartment, leaving Mark to fondle the wad of wet paper while he relieved his sexual tension.
CHAPTER NINE
The following day, Jeff decided to take a short drive into downtown Santa Barbara and sample the females in some of the more exclusive establishments that the city had to offer. The thought of freely groping women in the high rent district was a very exciting one for him.
As he cruised down the freeway on this brilliant southern California day, he amused himself by projecting thoughts at other drivers, making them get off at exits of his choice.
He could see irate wives shouting and waving their hands excitedly at their husbands as their cars left the freeway and took unplanned detours down the confusing little side streets.
A Cal-Trans worker walking along the south bound side of the freeway with a bright orange garbage bag filled with litter from ignorant travelers suddenly dumped the contents at his feet, then stood there scratching his head and staring at the mess.
Fifteen minutes later he was in the underground garage of a very exclusive shopping mall.
He parked the beat up, dirty white Datsun that his uncle Dub had given him when got accepted at U.C.S.B. in one of the spaces marked "compacts", and started walking toward the stairway that would take him up to the street level and the variety of shops and cafe's that cluttered the busy mall.
His first stop was the chain store that the mall took it's name from.
He tugged on the huge glass door and stepped into the crisp, air-conditioned atmosphere inside.
Jeff was immediately excited by the assortment of female shoppers he had to choose from, and hoped that his growing erection wasn't too obvious. As he wound his way through the isles of exotic, expensive knickknacks, he found himself headed toward the women's department.
Jeff casually walked to a spot about fifteen feet from the fitting rooms and stood with his hands stuffed into his pockets, as if he were waiting for his girl friend to finish trying on an article of clothing.
He discovered that if he stepped a little to the right or left as he looked through the short hallway that led to the little cubicles, he could clearly see four of the curtains that provided privacy for the occupants. He also realized that he could see the women inside the little rooms from their calves down, and decided to enjoy himself in this department before moving on to contact of a more personal nature.
Jeff studied the exposed ankles and feet carefully before making a decision, finally settling on the pair that sported a little gold chain around one ankle. He watched those ankles for a full minute and then saw a peach colored skirt fall to the floor in a heap around them. He immediately 'suggested" that the occupant open the curtain, which slid to one side almost at the same instant the thought was projected.
Inside stood an average looking girl about nineteen or twenty, with shoulder length black hair and smallish, dark nippled breasts.
Jeff "asked" her to face him, and she offered him a friendly smile while posing for him. He could plainly see the black splash of matted down pubic hair inside of her panty hose. He "asked" her to turn away from him, and when she had done so, he took a good look at the girl's rear, the cleft separating her buttocks also clearly visible through her hose.
The whole viewing process took perhaps ten seconds start to finish, and Jeff 'suggested" that she close the curtain again before somebody happened along and wondered what was going on in there.
Right on cue, the next curtain slid open to reveal a woman in her late thirties, standing with a pastel yellow blouse hanging from one shoulder, as if Jeff had interrupted her in the middle of trying it on.
She was still dressed from the waist down and had no apparent reason to remove her bra, so he quickly lost interest and "allowed" her to close the curtain again.
Jeff decided not to bother the other two, and went back to cruising the isles, looking for a more interesting subject to enjoy.
Clear back in the far south-east comer of the store where the racks of towels and bathroom accessories were displayed, Jeff came upon a very pretty young lady who appeared to be the only person interested in bathroom items at the moment.
She was wearing a flowing, brightly colored floral-print skirt and an expensive looking white blouse with sleeves that buttoned at the wrist. As she bent to investigate the texture of some wash cloths, Jeff looked around the area to see if anyone was approaching.
After satisfying himself that no one was close enough to stumble into their immediate area, Jeff "asked" the girl to allow him to play with her crotch. She turned her head, smiled warmly at him and remained in her bent position, holding perfectly still while he stepped in behind her and lifted her skirt up over her back, exposing her pale green panties.
He "asked" her to spread her legs, which she accomplished by rocking herself sideways a couple of times to separate her feet. Then Jeff placed the palm of his right hand firmly against the crotch of her brushed cotton panties.
He slid his hand up and down very slowly several times from the elastic waist band at the top rear of the girl's panties all the way down through her warm, humid crotch and ending the stroke at the waist band in front, feeling every tiny hill and exciting valley through the thin material of her underwear as he gently worked the fabric into the hot cleft between her buttocks and into the soft, pliable lips of her vagina. He read her body so thoroughly with his finger tips that the casual observer would have assumed he were totally blind and relied solely on his hypersensitive sense of touch to allow him to experience the world around him.
The girl moaned gratefully as he stroked her, obviously deriving great pleasure from his attentions.
Jeff took another quick look around before slipping his hand inside of the girl's panties, and experiencing her crotch and ass skin to skin.
He moved his hand directly into the warm area between her thighs and immediately began to worm a finger up into her soft pussy, being especially careful not to cause her any discomfort. Jeff finger-fucked the girl for twenty or thirty seconds, his finger becoming very slick as he pumped it slowly in and out of her vagina.
Her mounting excitement was causing her to breath rapidly and whimper her approval.
After another quick look around him, he withdrew his finger from her now slippery pussy and jerked her panties down as far as her position would allow. He 'suggested" that she place her hands behind her, and spread her pussy for him.
The excited girl happily performed the task for him, spider-walking her finger tips until she had separated the hairy, delicate lips, and then carefully spreading them wide apart, completely exposing the inside of her vagina for him.
Jeff squatted behind the girl and took a long look deep into the glistening pink interior of her spread vagina, inhaling her arousing fragrance several times before leaning forward and providing the sensitive flesh with a thorough tonguing.
He licked and sucked noisily at the velvety lips for several exciting seconds, her luxurious growth of soft brown pubic hair tickling his cheeks, his nose bumping up against one buttock or the other as he cocked his head from side to side with the urgency of a starving calf nudging at a cow's udder.
After abruptly standing and ensuring once more that they were alone, he squatted quickly and "asked" the girl to spread her rear for him.
She complied happily, the palms of her hands making soft slapping noises as she placed them on each cheek and roughly pulled her butt wide open, crudely exposing her wrinkled anus and the cinnamon colored, lightly furred skin encircling it.
Jeff took a good long look at the girl's widely spread butt, drinking in the exciting view before attacking the new target. He grabbed her hips and wedged his eager mouth as tightly as he could into the hot area between her buttocks. He thrilled the girl as he slurped and sucked hungrily at her asshole, becoming even more excited by the strong musty flavor as he snaked his tongue deeply in and out of her butt, the tight little orifice clutching spastically at his tongue each time he stabbed it into her.
After perhaps thirty seconds of energetically tongue-fucking the girl's delicious asshole, he reluctantly decided to stop and take another look around. After providing her asshole with a final slurping swirl of his tongue, Jeff disconnected his mouth from her butt and stood up.
He was very glad he did.
Three isles down and a little to his left, two ladies were approaching, talking animatedly as they made their way toward him.
Jeff quickly jerked the girl's panties up, knocking her hands out of the way in his haste, and threw her skirt back down to cover her butt. As he did so, he momentarily lost "control" of the situation, and the girl stood up.
She looked directly into Jeff's eyes and shot him a confused, but very definitely accusing look.
Her hand moved to the back of her skirt, which had not dropped completely into it's original position, and she felt around her rear for a moment, as if she'd just been pinched and Jeff was the obvious culprit.
Just as the two ladies rounded the end of the isle and stepped in their direction, the girl opened her pretty mouth to complain.
"Heyyyyy...." she said, her face changing from confused to furious.
"What did you-"
But she stopped in mid-sentence.
Jeff had regained "control" of the situation at just the right moment. Had he taken another second or so to gather himself, he might have been very pressed for a suitable explanation for the girl's wet, tingling asshole and her somewhat twisted panties and skirt.
As it was, her face instantly melted back into it's previous friendly look and Jeff simply turned and walked away, concentrating desperately on making her forget as he left the scene. He licked nervously at his lips and enjoying the earthy flavor of the girl's butt as he made his way toward the store's exit. A moment later he wiped the remaining wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand.
Jeff left the mall and drove back to his apartment in Isla Vista, vowing to be more careful when engaged in that sort of activity in very public places.
CHAPTER TEN
Jeff just couldn't stand it.
Seeing those nice new roller blades sitting all alone on the floor next to his dresser made him decide to put them on and zip around campus a few times. He'd seen other people gliding happily along on the weird looking things and had every confidence that he too, could master the art of roller blading.
The fact that he had never been on so much as a skate board was not a sufficient deterrent to keep him from sitting at the bottom of the stairway leading up to his apartment door and lacing those spiffy new toys tightly to his feet.
When he was satisfied with the fit, he pulled his pant legs down over the tops of the skates and carefully stood up, maintaining a death grip on the wrought iron railing attached to the stairs for several minutes.
Jeff finally dredged up enough courage to let go of the railing, and immediately found himself gliding slowly across the slightly inclined cement courtyard that separated his tacky apartment building from the next, his face a mask of determination and his arms wind milling crazily backward and forward.
Fifteen feet from the security and stability of the railing his arms had graduated from their embarrassing flailing to simply sticking straight out to either side like a tight rope performer as he conquered his balance problems.
He actually felt like he was getting the hang of this sport as he dragged the skate sideways to reduce his forward speed enough so that he only received a small tear in his pants leg and a perfectly acceptable scrape on his shin when he collided with the low concrete planter that some ignorant building contractor with a serious lack of forethought had placed directly in his fragile path.
After a short examination of the rip in his almost new pants and an even shorter inspection of the wounded shin, Jeff pointed himself at the courtyard archway that emptied into the street beyond and shoved off, looking a little like a break dancer on wheels.
Jeff soon discovered that pedestrians unfortunate enough to have chosen the same sidewalk as a first time roller-blader, didn't hesitate to give a wide berth when they saw him headed their way, cursing and clawing at the air for purchase.
After ten consecutive blocks of laborious propulsion he was still in an upright stance and actually getting along pretty well, having successfully avoided two potentially disastrous head-on collisions with large, inanimate objects, when his luck simply ran out.
Jeff was on a smooth, level stretch of relatively un-peopled sidewalk, and had just given himself another one of those really cool looking sideways shoves with one skate to increase his already dangerous rate of speed, when a young lady backed out through the doorway of a record store, talking and gesturing to someone inside and simply not paying any attention at all to her surroundings.
This otherwise completely innocent act thoroughly destroyed Jeff's fragile hold on his balance and trajectory.
The instant he realized what was about to happen his keen mind went to work, calculating angles and speed and distance in the blink of an eye.
He simply forgot that a 'suggestion" from him would have remedied the entire situation by forcing the girl back into the record store.
Instead, his brain telegraphed orders to lift one leg, close both eyes, cover his face with his arms and scream "Look out!"
He struck the girl a glancing blow, their bodies meeting almost shoulder to shoulder for just an instant.
She was barely jostled by the impact, dropping her purchases but maintaining her balance.
Jeff, on the other hand, was thrown completely off course and crashed head-long into a shopping cart that one of the homeless population had conveniently left behind, which in turn left the sidewalk and banged into the trunk of a beat up old Chevy that happened to be parked in the street.
His breath woofed out of him with a loud "Uhh!" on impact and his head whipped forward, striking the top edge of the fold-out child's seat that had snapped open when the cart hit the car.
Jeff could hear people talking, but their voices sounded muffled and distant, as if someone had stuffed cotton into his ears.
He opened his eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of the girl he had collided with bending over him with a worried look on her pretty face.
Her mouth was moving, but all that came out of it were garbled echoes.
Then the lovely image began to swim and swoop, the muffled voices faded away, and Jeffrey Valentine, roller-blader extraordinaire, closed his eyes and blacked out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"...good bump on the head, but he's going to be okay. We'll keep him here over night just to be on the safe side, though. Are you a relative?"
Jeff could hear a man's voice, a little muted but clear. He also heard soft bonging sounds and smelled rubbing alcohol.
"No, I'm the one he crashed into before he hurt himself." Jeff heard a female voice say.
He opened one eye, the other one seemed unwilling to obey him, and blinked several times to clear the vision in this one.
"Doctor, he's coming out of it." a third voice said.
"Well, hello there young man." the doctor greeted him, bending over and stretching his eye open. "How're you feeling?" he asked.
Jeff just looked at him with the eye that was cooperating. He didn't feel like talking yet, since he didn't remember what had happened, and couldn't quite figure out where he was.
"You've had an accident Mister Valentine, and you're at Valley hospital. You received a heck of a lump on your forehead and one of your eyes will be on vacation for a couple of days, but the prognosis is good." the doctor informed him. "Do you know what day it is?'
"Thurs-" Jeff cleared his throat. "Thursday." he answered, now that he had some idea what was happening to him.
"Bingo." the man said, and offered him a brief smile.
"Who's the president?"
"Who cares?" Jeff answered flatly.
"You're fine," the doctor chuckled. "But were going to let you stay and rest up over night so we can keep an eye on you in the event that any complications arise. The nurse will get you checked into a room and if you like, I'll order a mild pain reliever for you."
Jeff nodded, and shifted his gaze to the girl that was standing near the foot of the emergency room gurney that he was occupying.
"Hello." she said.
"Hello." he echoed.
"My name's Jenny. I'm the one that got in your way and made you crash. I'm really sorry." she said, and looked as if she were about to burst into tears.
"Shit, that isn't the first time I've crashed and burned. Don't worry about it." he soothed.
She gave him a grateful smile.
"You're going to have to leave for a little while now, honey." the nurse informed Jenny. "I have to clean him up before I can take him upstairs. You can visit him in his room in a little bit." she promised, and started to dab at the huge, gaily colored goose egg on Jeff's forehead with a icy cold cotton ball.
"See ya'." Jenny said, and waved to Jeff as she left the examining room.
"Bye." he replied, wiggling his fingers at her.
He tried to relax as the nurse poked and prodded his injury, but his mind was already on the prowl, searching out new and improved ideas for making his short stay at Valley Hospital an exciting one.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When the nurse had finished fussing over him and clipping the call button to the side of his mattress where he could easily reach it if he required assistance, she stretched her lips into that brief, obligatory smile that only busy nurses and preoccupied doctors are capable of producing.
The she swished out of the room.
Jeff was in a semi-private room, his bed being closest to the window. The other bed was unoccupied for the time being, and Jeff was grateful for that fact. He didn't like sharing rooms with anyone else, and didn't even have a room-mate at his apartment, his need for privacy was so strong.
"Hello again."
Jeff turned and saw Jenny standing in the wide doorway. This time, however, he took a good look at her and decided he liked what he saw.
She was a petite girl, perhaps five feet, two inches tall and maybe one hundred and five pounds. Jenny had very long, very blonde hair that hung down to the small of her back and was parted California style, dead center in the middle of her head.
Jeff had never been good at accurately guessing bust size, but this girl was certainly endowed with a fine pair of stand up breasts and he could see that they were doing a good job of stretching her pretty yellow and white tank-top.
Jenny was also sporting a pair of brand new jeans that she had rolled up a turn or two at the ankles allowing the lighter blue interior of the material to show, and a pair of webbed, black sandals.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"Sure." Jeff answered her, and watched as she closed the distance between them, her sandals clapping softly on the tiled floor.
As soon as she arrived bedside she stuffed her hands into her jeans pockets and stood, looking at her feet and appearing very uncomfortable.
"I just wanted you to know how really sorry I am that you got hurt." she almost whispered. "It was really stupid of me to just jump out onto the sidewalk like that. I mean, I should know better because there's always somebody flying down the sidewalk on a skateboard or something." Jenny ventured a look at Jeff's face, and quickly resumed the nervous inspection of her feet.
"It's okay, really." Jeff comforted. "I had no business being on those skates in the first place."
"Yeah, well, I just wanted to make sure you were all right, and to see if there was anything I could do for you." Jenny informed him, and looked at his face again.
He "asked" her to touch her nose and she immediately responded, reaching up rubbing the side thoughtfully.
She also gave him an odd look that made him feel a little funny.
Jeff was very relieved that he had not lost his "talent".
He had been a little worried that the thump he took on the head might have negated his projection capabilities. Now, after confirming that everything was status quo, he "asked" Jenny to close the door and pull the sliding curtain around so that they would have a little privacy. Even if the nurse returned unexpectedly, he was sure that they would be able to hear the door open and have enough time to get themselves together before they were discovered. And besides, all he would have to do is "ask" whomever walked in on them to forget what they had seen.
She immediately did as he "requested", walking to the heavy wooden door and pulling it past the built-in damper in the hinges, allowing it to close softly by itself. Jenny then returned to the bed and gave the beige curtain a few quick jerks until it had formed a semicircle around the bed, effectively blocking the view from the doorway.
Jeff "injected" a couple of ideas into Jenny's mind, and she immediately picked up the little bottle of Kerri lotion that was sitting on top of the dresser next to the bed and flipped the applicator tip open.
She squeezed a generous amount of the slippery white liquid into the palm of her right hand before returning the little plastic bottle to the dresser top. She smiled at Jeff , reached over the low railing that was positioned at half-mast and folded the thin hospital bedding down to the middle of his thighs. Jenny then carefully pulled the ever fashionable hospital gown up to Jeff s stomach, exposing his flaccid penis.
She pressed her hands together and spread the lubricant evenly over her palms before reaching down and seizing Jeff's soft penis in her right hand and his testicles in the other.
"Mmmmmmmmm " Jeff moaned softly, automatically spreading his thighs open as Jenny carefully began to smear the slippery fluid all over his balls and penis. He reached his left hand through the rail and touched Jenny's hip, but couldn't quite reach her rear.
She helped him out by moving her body closer to the bed, allowing Jeff easy access to her butt which he began to fondle through her jeans, with an occasional journey into her crotch from behind.
Jeff's penis was stiffening beautifully as she stimulated him, gently squeezing the head of the swelling organ rhythmically and allowing it to glide through her soft fingers, the Kerri lotion making sexy squishing sounds each time his penis slipped out of her tiny fist.
Jenny's other hand worked carefully on his sensitive scrotum, gently rolling his testicles around and occasionally sneaking a slender, slippery finger down between his buttocks and making Jeff groan lustily as she massaged his asshole in a tight circular motion.
Jeff "asked" Jenny to turn herself a little and when she did, he took a moment to undo the front of her pants. When she had turned back again to give him access to her rear Jeff worked her pants down to the middle of her thighs and excited himself further by playing with her warm, round buttocks through her panties, even giving her a few playful, harmless swats on the butt for extra credit.
Each time he smacked her firm buttocks enough to make them jiggle respectably Jenny would stop stroking his cock and suck in a short, sharp breath, then look directly at him as she moaned lustily and smiled her excited approval and consent.
Neither of them heard the door open or the swishing sound as the nurse approached.
"Mr. Valentine, you can't keep this curtain closed like thi-"
The curtain rings sung out as they where whisked along the suspension rail and Jeff's attractive, middle-thirties nurse suddenly froze, her hand still clutching the leading edge of the curtain and the words becoming stuck in her throat as she realized what was happening.
Jeff kept his cool, simply switching his mental focus to the nurse and watching her startled face instantly soften. Just as quickly, he felt Jenny stiffen with sudden awareness, and again switched his attention. After playing a fast and furious game of mental ping-pong, Jeff discovered that he could arrive at a workable compromise and actually control a situation involving more than one person. He decided to "invite" the pretty redhead to join them, and issued preliminary instructions for her to close the door again first.
The nurse happily did as he "asked", closing the door and returning to Jeff's bedside. She pulled the curtain around to ensure their privacy, and stood on the opposite side of the bed from Jenny, close to Jeff's lumpy head, her hands folded demurely in front of her.
Jeff decided to "ask" her to view the proceedings and provide nasty, exciting verbal encouragement for his benefit. The thought of a fully clothed, mature woman standing by and watching intently as a young girl crudely masturbated his stiff penis for him until he squirted was almost as exciting as the act itself.
Jenny had resumed her slow, rhythmic stroking of Jeff's penis, and was currently teasing his asshole again.
The nurse noticed that Jenny had her hand down near his butt.
"Are you going to stimulate his prostate gland?" she inquired.
"What's that?" Jenny asked her, looking up into the nurses face.
"It's a hard little gland about the size of a pea. It's located approximately four centimeters inside and in the anterior aspect of Jeff's rectum." The nurse informed her with a concise, text book explanation.
"What's it for?" Jenny asked, her unfamiliarity with male innards as complete as Jeff's.
"Well, it has several functions. But in this case, I should think that you would want to utilize it to provide Jeff with a very powerful orgasm. Doctors use direct prostate stimulation when they require a sperm sample from a patient who is unable to produce an erection of sufficient quality to allow successful masturbation. They either stimulate the gland to induce a firm erection and allow the patient to masturbate to completion, or in extreme cases, use prolonged direct stimulation of the gland to produce ejaculation directly. The latter method quite often produces an orgasm of unequaled intensity and duration and an ejaculation of considerable quantity." Jeff's nurse informed the girl.
"How do I find it?" Jenny asked her, a definite note of excitement in her sweet voice.
"First things first." the nurse began. "Let's get his legs pulled up a little to make it easier for you, young lady. You take that leg and I'll work on this side." She instructed.
Jeff was suddenly quite certain that he was going to enjoy this entire experience.
Jenny let go of Jeff's penis and removed her hand from beneath his butt. She watched the nurse carefully cock Jeff's right leg and bring the knee towards his chest, then did the same with his left leg.
"There's a good girl." the nurse praised Jenny. "We have to maintain this position for him during the procedure, so just keep one hand on his knee and apply enough pressure to keep his thigh in position"
Jeff suddenly felt as if he were on a Gynecologist's table. His thighs were spread and pressed into his chest and his stiff, lotion smeared penis and hairy balls were completely exposed to both females, not to mention the object of this mysterious procedure.
His asshole.
"There we are." the nurse said, a note of accomplishment in her smooth voice. She reached into one of her oversized nurses pockets and produced a latex glove. "Here ... put this on." she instructed, and dangled the limp object in front of her "assistant".
Jenny took it and after a brief struggle managed to pull it on her hand, giving the stretchy glove a professional sounding snap! to ensure it's fit.
"Very good." the nurse praised again, and reached into her pocket once more. She pulled out a second important item. A much used tube of K-Y jelly. She removed the tiny cap, readjusted her gentle hold on Jeff s leg and said "Hold out your middle finger, Jenny."
The girl did as she was told, making a fist with all of her fingers but one, and Jeff realized that under different circumstances, it would have been construed as an obscene gesture.
Jenny held it out to the nurse, who promptly applied a generous amount of the clear jelly to the entire surface of the girl's sheathed finger.
"There we are." the nurse said, replacing the cap and returning the tube to her pocket. "Are you ready?" she asked Jenny.
"Yes." Jenny replied.
This time, Jeff clearly heard the door open.
He calmly "told" the intruder to leave and the door closed again with a soft bump, neither of the ladies loosing their poise or even seeming to notice the minor interruption.
"Well then ... let's begin." the nurse said with a pleasant smile. "Reach down and place the tip of your finger against the patient's anus." she instructed.
Jenny complied, gently touching her finger tip to Jeff's sensitive asshole which contracted violently at the sudden sensation.
"Now, be gentle but firm as you insert your finger to the second knuckle, being careful to do so at a slight upward angle." Jeff's nurse instructed the girl, sounding very much like an audio cassette study course.
"All right." Jenny agreed, and promptly slipped her slender finger into Jeff's ass up to the specified knuckle in one sure motion, just as she had been instructed.
He could feel his anus twitch and squeeze against Jenny's finger as it adjusted to the invasion.
Throughout the positioning and instruction period, Jeff s penis had deflated somewhat and was now only half-hard, laying a little crookedly in the nest of pubic hair and still coated with Kerri lotion. But the excitement of having this cute little girl slip her cool finger up into his ass was so intense that he almost became light headed from the sudden transfer of blood to his cock.
Jeff grabbed a handful of Jenny's shapely butt and held on as her finger thrilled him.
The nurse reached between Jeff's thighs and cupped her hand under his balls, gently lifting them up and to the side as she viewed the union between Jenny's gloved finger and his asshole, exciting him even further.
"Very good." the nurse praised again. "Now, move your finger around very carefully, and tell me if you feel anything." she directed.
Jeff moaned softly as Jenny began her delicate probing, wriggling and twisting her finger around inside of his ass for a full minute as she searched for the target gland. His penis had become so incredibly rigid and inflexible at this point, the skin stretched tighter than he thought possible, that it felt like case-hardened steel to him.
"I don't feel anything like you described." Jenny reported.
"All right, then. Try crooking your finger a little, and pointing the tip up towards the base of the penis." the nurse suggested, rearranging her fingers to get a better hold on Jeff's balls and making him groan slightly with appreciation.
Jenny tried this new plan of attack, twisting her hand slightly and worming the tip of her finger in the direction of Jeff's penis.
He stiffened and groaned loudly, the entire area from his navel to his knees suddenly alive with sexual electricity so intense it was almost uncomfortable at first.
"I found it!" Jenny exclaimed.
"Good girl." the nurse said, obviously pleased with the results of her tutoring. "Now, I want you to gently massage the gland in a circular motion, being very careful not to apply to much pressure."
"All right." Jenny agreed, and began to do as the nurse instructed.
Jeff could actually feel his testicles begin to fill and tighten as the girl worked methodically on his prostate, producing rapid-fire jolts of current that seemed to radiate from the tip of her finger and spread throughout his entire groin with each soft movement she made against the tiny gland, making his thighs and stomach muscles twitch and dance. His iron hard penis pulsed dramatically with each heart beat and a large dollop of clear pre-coital lubrication oozed from the head.
Jenny continued to work her finger around in his ass while Jeff worked his entire hand over hers, jerking her panties down so roughly in his excitement that he actually tore them a little on one side.
"That's good." the nurse encouraged Jenny. "You're doing very good. Just keep moving your finger in a circular motion, and before long, he will experience orgasm."
But Jeff couldn't stand the intensity of this pleasure any longer. He suddenly grasped his stiff penis with his right hand and began to masturbate like a madman, stroking himself so harshly that little threads of the clear lubrication oozing from his cock where whipping around in the air like spider silk, sticking to his stomach and wrist.
He "asked" the nurse to play with his crotch and she complied immediately, using the fingers of her left hand to massage and roll his very swollen testicles, and the finger nails of her other hand to stroke the hairy skin on the inside of the thigh she was holding on to.
The combination of Jenny's finger working inside of his ass, the nurse's exciting testicle massage and thigh stroking and his own feverish masturbation took him to the very edge of sexual insanity within seconds. Jeff thought he would scream, the pleasure was so intense.
Nobody said a word for the next three minutes. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic, liquid smacking sounds that Jeff's furious masturbation produced and his heavy, almost ragged breathing.
Then, just as he was beginning to worm a finger up into Jenny's excited pussy from behind and without warning of any kind, his balls let go and Jeff thought he would surely injure himself, the force of his orgasm was so great. His eyes clamped shut, and his body began to jerk and twitch convulsively.
The nurse had sensed his impending orgasm an instant before it occurred, and abruptly switched from the gentle massaging of Jeff's testicles to actively kneading them, expertly increasing the intensity of his climax two-fold.
"Now!" she almost shouted at Jenny, who suddenly increased the pressure and speed of her previously gentle attentions to Jeff's prostate gland, thrusting her finger all the way up inside of his asshole and rubbing the gland in perfect time with the strong, rapid flexing of his muscles as they convulsed and strained throughout his orgasm.
Jeff completely lost his coordination, masturbating spastically and grunting as his testicles emptied themselves, splashing huge, thick globs of sperm all over his chest and neck. His orgasm lasted a full thirty seconds and Jeff thought he would surely faint from the ferocity of his release.
When it was over and his orgasm had faded to a warm, still very intense glow, the nurse allowed his balls to hang lazily in his crotch again.
Jenny stopped her frantic massaging, and gently withdrew her finger from his asshole.
Jeff continued to hold on to his raging erection, lazily pumping the organ as if he could still milk some of the incredible feeling from it.
"Now, that's the way an artificially induced orgasm should be accomplished." the nurse said to Jenny.
"Yeah," the girl agreed. "That was great!"
Jeff heard a snapping sound as Jenny jerked the glove from her hand. She turned and tossed the used article into the waste basket next to the dresser before arranging her tom panties the best she could, then pulling up her pants and fastening them.
Jeff finally allowed his legs to relax and lowered them to the bed.
The nurse walked to the bathroom, and Jeff heard water running in the sink. She returned a moment later with a wet wash cloth and started to clean Jeff's chest and neck, turning the cloth over several times before accomplishing the task.
When she had finished, she gave Jeff a warm smile and said, "If there's anything else I can do for you Mr. Valentine, please don't hesitate to ask."
"I won't." he promised, then "asked" her to return to her duties.
She smiled warmly, and then her smile faltered for a moment.
Jeff projected briefly, and the nurse left them with a calm appearance on her face.
He turned his attention to Jenny, who was standing quietly, leaning on the low rail of the bed.
"Did you enjoy doing that to my asshole?" he asked her.
"Ohhhh, yes. Very much." she answered, sounding completely genuine.
"Will you come back to visit me again?" he inquired.
"Of course I will." she said. "After all, I'm kind of the reason that you're in here in the first place, remember?" she informed him.
"Well, don't worry about that." he said. "I just want to see you again."
"You will." she promised, and reached out to stroke his arm. The brief touch made his entire arm feel warm and relaxed.
Jeff smiled, "asked" her to leave, and watched as she exited his room with a short "Bye" and a friendly wave. He realized, for one disturbing moment, that Jenny's face didn't cloud over with the intermittent confusion that every body else had displayed upon leaving his immediate area. He chalked it up to a matter of his getting more proficient in the use of his "power", or the possibility that she was a very easy person to 'suggest" to. Either way, he didn't feel that it was worth worrying about.
When she had gone, Jeff lay in his bed enjoying the lingering after-glow from his
"artificially induced" orgasm, and decided that he would have to get the nurse to help him with that sort of thing again before he left Valley Hospital.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jeff slept very well that night, drifting off around ten P.M. and sleeping straight through until almost six-thirty the next morning.
He used the call button to summon a nurse, and after an entertaining wrestling match with the bed rail, which put up a dam good fight Jeff thought, the young lady managed to lower it and per his "request", helped Jeff to the bathroom.
He felt fine, and certainly could have managed the short trip by himself, but he was afflicted with a truly magnificent early morning erection, due to a painfully full bladder, and decided that it might be fun, and maybe even a little kinky, to have a cute young lady help him relieve his pressing condition.
The tile floor was icy cold on his bare feet as she guided him across the room to the bathroom door, and Jeff could feel his balls pull up tight as goose bumps washed over him. He "asked" her to join him in the bathroom and had to squint when she flipped the wall switch, the large fluorescent fixture flickering for a moment before flooding the little room with brilliant, white light.
The nurse pulled the door closed behind them and then moved close to Jeff, loosening the thin ties at the back of his hospital gown then pulling it to one side and holding it there.
Jeff received a very definite rush of hot, nasty adrenalin as his erection sprung into full view of the nurse.
"How can I help you, Mr. Valentine?" she asked, genuinely wishing to be of service to him.
Jeff made a 'suggestion" and she immediately grasped his steely erection in her cool hand, pointing it down towards the blindingly clean toilet bowl and causing Jeff to bend forward sharply in order to relieve himself.
The nurse directed his penis until he was finished, even smiling softly while her hand bobbed up and down slightly as he flexed the muscles that urged that last few drops into the bowl.
Jeff stood straight again, and allowed her to retie his gown for him. He thanked the nurse for her "help", and left the bathroom to return to his bed. As he crossed the floor he heard the toilet flush, and then the sound of the nurse washing her hands. When he was back in his bed the nurse clicked the railing into place once more before leaving him, that familiar confused look dancing across her face for just an instant as she turned to walk out of the room.
Twenty minutes later, a tall stainless-steel cart with breakfast trays stuffed into a series of slots stopped at his door.
A gorgeous young nurse's aid wearing a brightly colored blouse inspected two of the trays, carefully reading the little slip of paper that indicated who's tray was who's. After making her choice she removed a tray from the cart and made her way toward Jeff.
"Good morning. " she greeted him cheerfully. "How's your appetite?"
"Healthier than my head." he informed her.
She offered Jeff a genuine "I'm sorry you're hurt" smile and deposited the meal on the over-bed table, removing the fiberglass covers that were supposed to keep the food warm. She carefully swung the table into place in front of him and adjusted the angle of the bed to make eating more comfortable.
When she had finished getting everything ready, she asked if there was anything she could get for him.
"Yeah," he said with mock seriousness. "Some Captain Crunch. How do you people expect a man to get well when you don't even serve Captain Crunch for breakfast?"
She smiled again and walked towards the door.
"I'll mention it to the nutritionist." she said, and left him to continued her rounds.
Jeff picked at the cold scrambled eggs and textured vegetable protein sausage links for a little while before deciding that his appetite wasn't so healthy after all.
He spent the bulk of the morning watching news shows on the TV that was suspended in the comer, and observing people as they walked past his door. Jeff wondered what time they would release him, and whether Jenny would come to visit him again before he was gone.
At eight-thirty, another nurse's aid breezed into his room and announced that she was there to take his vital signs. She pulled the curtain around to provide privacy, lowered the railing and deposited the items to be used on the side of Jeff's bed.
"Well, if you want to know if I'm vital or not, why don't you just ask me?" he joked.
"Oh, if I had a dime for every time I've heard that one " she lamented good naturedly. "I need a little information from you first Mr. Valentine. Did you urinate this morning?" she asked.
"Yes." he answered her.
"Did you have a bowel movement?" was her next question.
"Why yes, I did." Jeff said, with a look of genuine seriousness. "And a substantial, very satisfying one at that, I might add. Did you?" he asked her, offering such an obviously seriocomic look that she smiled a little.
"My bodily functions are not in question here, Mr. Valentine." she answered him.
"Oh, please. Call me Jeff." he said. "After all, I've just informed you that I enjoyed a perfectly wonderful bowel movement this morning, and it hardly seems necessary to be so formal."
This bit of humor brought a genuine smile to the woman's face, and she conceded.
"All right then, Jeff it is." she agreed.
"Good." he said. "But you haven't answered my question " he looked at her name tag.
"Linda. Or did you simply not experience a healthy bowel movement this morning, and so have nothing of interest to report?" he asked her again.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked.
"It stems from my strong sense of fair play, I suppose." he informed her. "You asked me, I answered you. Now that I have asked you that very same question, the proverbial ball is in your court." he said, and crossed his arms to wait her out.
She sighed and looked at him for a moment.
"Look, if I answer you, can we get on with this?" she asked him, holding up her digital thermometer.
"Umm hmm." he said.
"All right then. Yes, I had a bowel movement this morning." she informed him. "Are you satisfied?" she asked, a smile flickering on her lips.
"The question is, were you satisfied?" he countered, struggling to maintain his serious facade.
She was giggling softly now, and shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yes, Jeff." she told him. "It was a very satisfying bowel movement. I even read a story in Reader's Digest while I sat there. Are you through with this ridiculous line of questioning now?"
"Yes, yes." he said. "I think that will do for now."
"I've never had such a difficult time taking anyone's vitals before." she confided as she popped a new disposable cover onto the tip of her thermometer and slipped it into his mouth. Several seconds later it beeped and she withdrew the device, ejecting the contaminated plastic sheath into the waste basket before reading the results and storing the thermometer in her pocket. The woman charted his temperature and the answers to her questions concerning his toilet out-put, and then prepared to take his blood pressure.
"Got a bump on the head, huh?" she inquired as she adjusted the pressure cuff on his upper arm.
"Yes, it was a horrible, traumatic incident that will haunt me the rest of my days." Jeff answered, gracing her with a dramatic sigh. "I was racing motor cycles at Mora Mesa and I was in first place with this bad-ass Matchless five-hundred right on my butt. I was only about fifty yards from the finish line and the fabulous first prize purse when this little baby wandered onto the track. Well hey, what could I do. I tried to lay my machine down but got crossed up and high-sided myself, slamming my melon into the race track in a valiant attempt to spare that precious little girl's life. And here I am, the broken man that you see." he informed her with another exaggerated sigh.
"Funny," she said, shaking her head and frowning. "Your chart says that you ran into a shopping cart in Isla Vista while trying roller blading for the first time." she said. "Great story, though."
They both laughed while she pumped up the pressure cuff, and Jeff suddenly noticed her impressive breasts. When she was through and had charted the results, he "asked" her to let him look at them.
She did as requested, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling up the front of her bra to expose herself to him.
Jeff reached up and lightly flicked a finger tip back and forth quickly against the very tip of each nipple and watched as they changed shape, becoming slightly elongated as the erectile tissue contracted, transforming her large, dark nipples into stiff knobs of hypersensitive flesh.
He studied the nurse's nipples for a moment before taking one of her heavy, firm breasts in his hand and guiding it to his lips, drawing the warm, taut flesh into his mouth and sucking at it vigorously enough to make the entire breast stretch and jiggle with the intensity of his efforts while she squirmed and moaned with excitement. Jeff could smell the lingering scent of the soap she had used while showering that morning, the light, clean fragrance somehow adding to his excitement. He worked eagerly on the hard, sensitive nipple, nipping at it and swirling the tip of his tongue all over as he explored every tiny bump and crease in the tightly puckered skin.
After two or three minutes he disconnected his mouth from the glowing knob of flesh with a loud, wet, SMACK! and switched to her other breast, inhaling the fresh, hot nipple and sucking on it voraciously until she was writhing and pressing her groin against the lowered railing of his bed so energetically that the whole unit actually rolled a couple of inches toward the window.
The nurse was almost vibrating with arousal now, and Jeff decided that he had better end this session before she was unable to perform her duties that had been predetermined for the rest of her morning.
He provided the swollen, blood engorged nipple with a final, meaningful sucking that threatened to buckle her knees before allowing it to break free of his powerful suction, again with a loud SMACK!.
Jeff inspected the protruding, deeply flushed nipples he had just worked over for several moments before "asking" her to put her bra back in place and rebutton her blouse.
The nurse did so, breathing hard and shaky but quickly getting herself together and clicking the railing back into place.
She offered Jeff a confused smile before exiting his room, stopping at the door and turning toward him one last time.
Jeff could see her still very erect nipples through her clothing before she disappeared down the hall.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jeff lay quietly.
His stiff penis throbbed almost painfully in its urgent state of excitement and his thought process was working at warp speed trying to sort through the zillion or so nasty sexual fantasies he was currently being treated to when the telephone next to his bed rang softly.
He reached for it through the wide space between the bars in the bed-side rail and dropped the receiver. It took a good deal of effort and grunting to grab the stretched out flex cord, but Jeff finally got the receiver to his ear after reeling it in hand-over-hand.
"Sorry about that ... Hello?" He said.
"Good morning!" came a cheery voice that took Jeff a moment to recognize.
It was Jenny.
"How's your noggin?" she asked.
"Hurts a little, but I'll be all right." he informed her.
"Could you use some company?"
"Sure." he said. "If you don't mind looking at me."
"Actually, I kind of like to look at you, Jeff." Jenny said affectionately. "The knot on your head and your closed eye sort of give you a rough-and-tumble look, and I've always been a sucker for the bad boy type." she informed him. "Mind if I bring a girl friend? She spent the night with me last night and I can't very well just leave her here while I go out. Besides, I think you'll like her."
Jeff's penis, which had deflated somewhat as he struggled with the telephone began to inflate again at the thought of being visited by Jenny and her friend while he was in such a state of arousal.
-I'll-
"Perfect." he said. "I mean, of course it's all right, Jenny. The more the merrier.
"Great!" she exclaimed. "How's fifteen minutes sound? I just live on the other side of the freeway from the hospital."
"Yeah, come on over."
"Okay. See you in a few, Jeff."
"Yepper." he agreed, and hung up the telephone carefully to avoid having to stretch and reel the receiver again.
You're going to see me all right he thought, and began to make plans in that direction.
Jeff began to watch the door way, trying to catch a glimpse of which nurses were on duty this morning so he could select an attractive one to help him with his plan. He had seen a couple of pretty hot looking visitors this morning, but only a very few nurses.
Then, he remembered the nurse's aid that had delivered his breakfast to him, and decided that she would do very nicely.
He pushed the call button, and a minute or two later the same nurse that had taken his vital signs swished into the room.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Valentine?" she asked as she crossed the floor and approached the bed. She flipped a switch on the wall to turn off the light that had come on in the hall and at the Nurse's station when he summoned her, then looked at him.
"Hello again." he said. "Listen, there was a girl here this morning that brought my breakfast to me, and I need to ask her something. Could you see if you could find her, and ask her to come in here for a minute?"
"That's Virginia." the nurse informed him. "She's doing her paper work at the desk right now, but when she's finished I'm sure she won't mind stopping by. I'll tell her that you'd like to see her."
"That'd be great." Jeff said. "Thanks."
"No problem. By the way, the doctor will be in this afternoon to do his rounds and I'm sure he's going to release you. Are you going to go roller blading again any time soon?" she asked, a friendly smile on her lips. "'Cause if you are, I won't go to all the trouble of making up your bed when you leave. We'll simply hang a "reserved for Jeffrey Valentine" sign on the end and wait for you to come back and see us." She reached over and touched the back of Jeff's hand to show that she was just kidding with him.
"No." he said, and smiled at her. "I don't think I'm cut out for that kind of thing. I sorta have this urge to go hang-gliding though." he joked, and they both laughed a little.
"Well, if you decide to crash in an effort to save a flock of wayward geese, try to land on the other side of your face. This side has taken enough abuse for a while." she said, and patted his hand.
The nurse said goodbye and left the room.
Jeff slipped a hand under the covers and casually stroked his penis, fantasizing and waiting for Jenny and her girl friend to arrive.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Knock knock."
Jeff turned and saw Jenny standing in the doorway, and another girl slightly behind and to her left.
A very pretty girl.
"Hi." Jeff greeted her. "C'mon in." he said, and scooched himself up in the bed a little.
Jenny made the short trip across the room with her friend in tow.
"This is Kathy." Jenny introduced them. "Kathy, this is Jeff."
"Hello." Jeff greeted, and smiled at her.
"Hi." she said, and offered a shy little smile herself.
"How goes it?" Jenny asked. "Are you flirting with all the nurses?"
She touched his arm with her hand and Jeff was almost startled by the warmth and kindness the simple gesture conveyed. He suddenly felt very comfortable and relaxed with her, as if they had been together for years.
"Of course." he answered. "It's a patient's sworn duty to bother all the pretty nurses in his general vicinity, and I have certainly done my part to uphold this time-honored tradition." he joked.
"I'll bet you have." Jenny said. "Are they going to let you go today?" she asked, and gave his arm a gentle squeeze.
Again, he felt something transfer between them, like soft, very moving music that couldn't be heard, only experienced. He didn't really want to answer any more questions and would have been perfectly content to simply lay there and let the soothing flow between he and Jenny continue uninterrupted. But, he politely held up his end of the conversation.
"So they say. They'll probably tell me that I have to rest for a couple of days at home, and that will be the end of the great roller blade fiasco." he said.
"Well, I hope you'll practice a little more with those things before you go terrorizing innocent people on the streets again." Jenny said, then stroked his arm a couple of times, increasing the feeling of well being in Jeff twofold. Finally, she withdrew her hand, and the feeling went away.
He chalked the whole weird experience up to being in the hospital with strange people constantly around him, and her warm, friendly touch as being something he simply needed, so his subconscious amplified the pleasure he derived from it.
"Actually...." he said, "I was doing pretty good. I probably could have covered most of Isla Vista and the campus if that shopping cart hadn't been there."
"Or a certain preoccupied girl." Jenny added.
"Oh, come on, Jenny." he soothed. "I told you ... it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have been tearing up the sidewalk on those skates. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Well, I still feel bad." Jenny said. "You should have seen him take out that shopping cart, Kathy." she said to her friend. "It was a trip. Just like a stunt man in the movies, I swear."
"I'm glad I wasn't there." Kathy said, shaking her head a little. "Seeing people get hurt always makes me feel so bad that I don't function well for a couple of days."
"Shit, he didn't feel a thing, did you Jeff?" she asked, smiling broadly at him.
"Not that I can remember." he said. "Hey, wait a minute. Didn't that cart hit a parked car? Like, a beat up old Chevy or something." he asked, his face suddenly pulling into a thoughtful frown.
"Yeah...." Jenny informed him. "it did. But watch how you talk about my car, bub." she added good naturedly.
"Oh, shit." Jeff said. "That was your car? I'm sorry, Jenny. Did I do much damage." he asked.
"Oh, heyyy....! was inconsolable." she kidded him, but then saw the look on his face when he thought she was being serious. "I'm just playing with you, Jeff." she assured him.
"The cart put a tiny scratch and dent in my car. Of course, I had to search among all the other scratches and dents to find it but it was there, all right. Don't worry about it. That car has been through more shit than Mr. Whipple, and I really don't think that one more scratch or dent is going to make a remarkable difference."
"All right ... thanks." Jeff said. "But I'm still sorry." he added.
Jenny simply waved off his concern with her hand.
Jeff took a moment to survey Jenny's friend.
He guessed her age at twenty, the same approximate age as Jenny. The girl was wearing jeans and a loose tee shirt, but Jeff didn't think she was wearing a bra, judging by the way her breasts wiggled and swayed inside of her shirt when they had walked across the room to his bedside. She wore more make up than she needed, but then, as far as Jeff was concerned, most girls did. With her short, black hair and icy blue eyes, he thought her to be one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.
Jenny noticed Jeff looking at her friend.
"Well, it's pretty obvious that the accident didn't inhibit your vision in the eye that you can open." she said.
Jeff thought he detected a note of sarcasm in her voice.
"Oh, I just think she looks like somebody I know." he lied, a little embarrassed at being caught ogling the girl.
"Probably someone you crashed into in another life." Jenny joked.
Jeff and Kathy both laughed a t the silly remark .
"What classes are you taking at U.C.S.B., Jeff?" Kathy asked him.
"My major is polit-"
"Excuse me." somebody interrupted.
It was Virginia, the nurses aid.
"Did you want to talk to me, Mr. Valentine?" she asked, walking towards him.
"Yes, I did." he answered. "Could you tell me what's for lunch?"
"It's right there on the menu I left on your table." she replied, pointing to the over-bed table. She started to pick the strip of paper up, but froze for just an instant in mid-reach and changed her mind. "I'll be right back." she said.
The aid turned and left the room to pick up the items Jeff had just "asked" her to go and get.
"That was weird." Kathy said, and looked at her friend as if she could offer some explanation for the aid's abrupt change of plans.
"Maybe she remembered something she had to take care of in a hurry." Jenny said.
"Maybe she had to use the bathroom." Jeff offered, making Kathy snigger a little.
Jeff picked up where he had left off, explaining to Kathy about his educational goals until the nurse's aid returned a few minutes later.
Showtime, Jeff thought, and "asked" her close the door.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
A moment later Virginia was standing next to Jeff's bed on the side opposite Jenny and Kathy, and all three were looking at him attentively, just as he had 'suggested".
He took a moment to inject a series of 'suggestions" into all three ladies minds, like a computer programmer defining the way a program will function so he could simply enjoy the experience without any further "projections".
All three women absorbed the thought transfer for several moments.
Then Jeff decide to get things going by kicking the covers down to the bottom of the bed and pulling his hospital gown up to his chest, exposing his penis and testicles to the women and giving himself a rush of exhibitionistic excitement.
He grasped his stiffening cock with his right hand and began to slowly masturbate in front of them, spreading his thighs and pulling his knees up in preparation for a repeat of the terrific experience he had been treated to the day before. Only this time, he had an extra female body to delight himself with, and was certain that he could better the previous "artificially induced orgasm" by a leap or two.
As he stroked his penis, Virginia started to remove the articles she had procured for this event from her pocket, laying several pairs of surgical gloves and a tube of K-Y jelly on the bed.
Jenny started to play with his balls, gently rolling and massaging them for him while Virginia was fitting a glove onto her hand.
Kathy got into her "assigned" position next to the head of the bed, and lowered the rail in one easy motion before standing tall and pulling her tee-shirt up to expose her naked breasts for Jeff's express pleasure. She displayed herself calmly and allowed him to visually inspect her for several seconds before pushing herself up against the bed and leaning over. She positioned her magnificent breasts in close proximity to Jeff's face and remained in that posture as he drew one of her pointed, conical shaped nipples into his mouth and began to suck it. She let the tee-shirt go and placed her hands on either side of Jeff's head to support herself as he worked on her nipples, allowing the folds of her shirt to drape across Jeff's face making the entire experience with her nipples twice as exciting.
Jeff continued his slow masturbation as Virginia coated her latex sheathed finger with the jelly and as per his "instructions", positioned the tip of that finger against his asshole, brushing it up and down to thoroughly lubricate him.
As Jeff busied himself with the fully erect nipple in his mouth, sucking at the hard flesh and making the woman whimper and sigh, Virginia slipped her finger up inside of his ass in one exciting motion, causing him to suck in a breath and bite down a little on Kathy's sensitive nipple.
But Kathy refused to move or complain.
She simply hissed "Shit! Shit! Shit!" several times in rapid succession, panting and holding her position as Jeff unconsciously abused her nipple for several seconds, finally releasing his almost painful grip and resuming his arousing sucking.
Jenny was having a wonderful time with Jeff's testicles, using both hands to perform a tactile inspection of the mysterious glands with the tips of her fingers, carefully experiencing their shape and texture through the thin, very sensitive skin of his hairy scrotum, thoroughly delighting him in the process.
Virginia, using the instructions that Jeff "projected" to her, was busy squirming her finger around inside his ass as she searched for the correct spot. Each time she twisted or urged her finger in a little deeper, Jeff would moan and increase the suction he was applying to Kathy's long, pointed nipple, causing her to echo the sexy noises he was making.
Jeff increased the speed of his masturbation, crudely jacking-off in front of the girls with more purpose than before now that he had the extra stimulation of a finger in his ass. He enjoyed Virginia's gentle search for several minutes and then "asked" Jenny to take over.
Jenny released his testicles and picked up one of the remaining latex gloves that Virginia had deposited on the bed. She quickly worked her small hand into the device and Jeff got a fresh rush of sexual excitement when he heard the glove snap, signaling her readiness to take over for Virginia.
Jeff switched his attentions to Kathy's other breast, drawing the nipple into his hot mouth and going to work on the hypersensitive flesh with renewed energy.
Kathy's entire body responded to the intense oral attack by quivering and quaking spastically as if she were receiving tiny, intermittent jolts of electricity directly into her blood engorged nipple.
"Ohhhhhh, ooooooooooo " Kathy moaned her lust to him as he worked on her swollen nipple, producing waves of goose bumps over her entire body. She reached under her teeshirt and gripped the breast he was attacking, squeezing it harshly in her excitement.
"Suck it!" she hissed at him. "Suck my tit, Jeff!"
He nipped her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!" she almost squealed. "Do that again, Baby." she said excitedly. "Bite it hard!
Jeff clamped his teeth down a little tighter on her.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Yessssss, Jeff! Bite my fucking nipple! Bite it for me!" she urged frantically.
At that same moment Virginia pulled her finger out of Jeff's asshole and Jenny slipped her finger in, the sudden change making Jeff groan loudly and automatically granting Kathy's urgent wish for more nipple abuse in the bargain.
As soon as Jenny's finger was buried deeply up inside of Jeff s ass, Virginia took over the job of stroking and massaging his swelling balls using a completely different technique than Jenny had, the obvious change in stimulation greatly increasing Jeff's excitement.
Jenny located the target and gave the hard little gland a couple of teasing flicks with the tip of her finger, once again electrocuting Jeff s entire groin each time she made contact with his prostate, and causing his asshole to clamp tightly onto her finger. The powerful sensations she was creating as she tickled at the gland were so intense that he actually had to discontinue his masturbation for several seconds, gripping Kathy's stiff nipple tightly in his teeth and grunting loudly with raw, animal lust.
When Jeff tensed up suddenly, Virginia began to lightly scrape her finger nails all over his hairy scrotum and along the very sensitive insides of his thighs as if she were finger painting on his skin with invisible colors, adding greatly to his skyrocketing level of sexual hyper excitement.
As soon as he calmed down a little, Jeff let go of his penis and wrapped his arms around Kathy, pulling her into him so his face was buried in her breasts.
She moaned over and over again and cupped her firm breasts tightly in her hands as he began to switch rapidly between her wet, glowing nipples, sucking noisily and biting at the distended flesh hard enough to make her jerk and yelp occasionally.
Now that Jeff had moved his hand away from his cock, Jenny reached with her free hand and pushed down on the tube of K-Y jelly that was laying on the bed, squeezing a generous amount onto the top cover. She scooped up the glob of lubricant and smeared it over her palm with her finger tips before grasping Jeff's excited penis and beginning to masturbate him very quickly, stroking her slippery hand from the base of his cock clear to the head with precise, rhythmic movements in perfect time with her teasing, flicking stimulation of his prostate gland.
Virginia saw what was happening and increased the pressure of the sexy massage she was performing on his testicles and the maddening scraping of her finger nails on his inner thighs.
Jeff thought he would feint dead away any moment now, his excitement was so intense and complete.
Then, just when he thought he was about to explode, Jenny jerked her finger out of his asshole and Virginia jabbed hers up inside of him again, missing the exact spot that Jenny had been working on but squirming and wriggling her finger around inside of his ass deliciously in her search.
The sudden switching of fingers interrupted his impending orgasm but elevated his entire body to an even higher state of extreme arousal, leaving his aching balls filled to capacity and stiffening his penis another degree or two in the process.
Jeff, in his almost out of control state of arousal, still had enough wits about him to unfasten Kathy's pants and work them and her panties down enough to get her naked from the middle of her thighs to her waist. He worked his hand, palm up, in between her silky thighs and found her absolutely dribbling pussy.
Kathy strained to spread her thighs for him so he would have easier access to her pussy and sucked in a sharp, quick breath when he stabbed two fingers deep inside of her vagina.
"Shit!" she almost growled at him as he began to use his hand, pumping his fingers in and out of her hot, syrupy pussy as he sucked and bit at her nipples.
"Shit! Fuck my pussy, Baby! Suck my tits, Jeff! Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" she babbled in her excitement.
Virginia suddenly yanked her finger out of his asshole again and went to work on his balls.
Jenny instantly plunged her finger back up inside of him, going directly to work on his prostrate and offering the slippery, greatly swollen cock to Virginia who quickly grabbed the steely organ and began to masturbate Jeff furiously at the same time she worked his testicles.
About every thirty seconds the girls would switch again, giving Jeff the constant excitement of a different finger snaking in and out of his asshole and a different hand jacking him off, taking him to the very edge time after time.
Finally, just when Jeff thought he actually couldn't stand anymore of this exquisite torture, the girls switched for the last time.
Virginia pulled her finger out of his asshole and grasped his lust thickened penis, stroking him as fast as she possibly could. She slid her hand the entire length of his cock from the very base to the very tip with each lightening quick repetition, working on his testicles the best she was able with her other hand.
Jenny began a calculated, rhythmic thrusting with her slender finger, slipping it all the way up inside of his asshole and giving his prostate a quick rub, and then sliding it almost all the way back out before plunging back inside and making contact with the very swollen gland again.
Without warning of any kind, Kathy's orgasm washed over her, making her whole body vibrate and jerk as if she were standing bare foot on an electrically charged floor.
The combination of being jacked-off so efficiently, having Jenny's finger slipping and sliding in and out of his asshole and tickling his prostate gland, and having Kathy's hot, drooling pussy climax into his hand as he sucked and chewed on her big nipples finally pushed Jeff over the edge. He plummeted downward through an orgasm that swallowed him so completely he was unable to hear his own grunting, groaning release.
His asshole cinched down so incredibly tight on Jenny's finger that she actually had to push her finger a little to get the second knuckle past the ring of fiercely convulsing muscles, popping the joint past each time she jabbed it up inside of him to rub his prostate.
Virginia could actually feel his penis throb each time a spurt of hot, thick sperm splashed out of it. She methodically squeezed and rolled his testicles in their hairy sack throughout his orgasm as she masturbated him, absolutely wringing and pumping every single drop of the silky liquid from his balls in her excitement.
Jeff's orgasm was so complete that he stopped moving his fingers in and out of Kathy's slobbering pussy and simply held them still, allowing her orgasmic body spasms to move her vagina around on his hand as she went through her own intense release.
She had let go of her breasts and was clutching at the bed on both sides of Jeff as she weathered her orgasm, squatting down a little and humping her pussy against his hand in an attempt to get the fingers deeper inside of her body.
Virginia witnessed the flood of thick sperm gush out of Jeff's cock, splashing across his chest and neck as he ejaculated. She continued her intensive masturbation and worked on his balls feverishly as she groaned with empathetic lust, squirming and thoroughly wetting her panties in her own heightened state of arousal.
Jeff had a mental picture of his guts being pumped out through his cock, his orgasm was so shattering. Each time Jenny stabbed her finger up inside of his asshole and bumped his rock hard prostate gland, another fiery jolt of sexual current would scream through his testicles and out of his spasming penis.
Finally, and as far as Jeff was concerned, mercifully, his orgasm began to subside.
Although she sensed that the powerful orgasm was essentially over for Jeff, Virginia kept masturbating him for several more seconds. She was so excited by the whole affair that she didn't want to stop stroking his sperm covered penis, and had it not been for Jenny, who placed a hand on Virginia's wrist to indicate that she should slow down, she would have continued to masturbate him long after he had finished ejaculating.
Jenny slowed her thrusting, squirming finger to a gentle in and out motion, completely avoiding the little gland that had produced the all-consuming orgasm for Jeff.
Kathy's orgasm seemed to be coming to a close and she stopped her grinding, humping action against Jeff's drenched hand.
After several seconds of simply standing there with her pants and panties down around her knees, she carefully disconnected her now painfully sensitive nipple from Jeff's mouth and shuffled her feet a little to back away from his hand. She pulled her tee-shirt back down over her wet breasts and snatched several tissues from the little hospital sized box on the table next to the bed. She carefully wiped her still dribbling pussy, thoroughly soaking the wad of tissues, and placed the used wad on the over-bed table. Then Kathy slowly pulled up her panties, taking her time as she adjusted them on her butt and making little snapping sounds with the elastic bands. Then she worked her pants up over her shapely butt, fumbling a couple of times with the zipper and button before finally managing to fasten them, and breathed a huge, shaky sigh. She crossed her arms over her chest and simply stood there, observing the other two girls who were not quite finished with Jeff yet.
Virginia was still sliding her hand slowly up and down Jeff's slippery, softening penis making soft, liquid smacking sounds with each stroke. She had ceased her almost frantic groping and massaging of his testicles and was now simply fondling them, rolling them gently as if she had a pair of the big ball bearings that executives use for stress management in her hand. Soon, she stopped masturbating him altogether and allowed his spent penis to lay comfortably on his sperm covered stomach. She also released his testicles and let them hang down in his hairy crotch. After pulling the latex glove from her hand, she dangled it over the waste basket near the head of the bed and dropped it in, looking almost sullen as the object disappeared from view. With nothing more to do, Virginia simply stood there, hands folded demurely in front of her and her eyes glued to Jeff's penis.
Jenny provided Jeff with several more gentle insertions of her finger, more for her own benefit than his as she was enjoying the act immensely, before withdrawing it completely from his asshole and snapping the glove off her hand. She tossed the limp object toward the waist basket, but missed by a foot.
Virginia stooped, picked up the glove and deposited it in the receptacle for her.
Jeff groaned softly, and then lowered his legs to the bed again.
He was completely spent, and still breathing rather heavily from the experience.
Jenny pulled a handful of tissues from the box and handed them to Virginia before repeating the process and grabbing several tissues for herself.
Both women began to clean up the mess Jeff's powerful orgasm had created, Jenny wiping at the pools of sperm on his neck and chest, and Virginia taking care of the considerable amount of thick white liquid that had accumulated on and around his penis and lower stomach.
When she had finished with his upper half, Jenny tossed the messy tissues toward the basket, getting two points for the effort on this attempt. After turning to grab a few more from the box she tugged gently at his left thigh until he spread his legs for her, and then reached down between them, carefully wiping the excess K-Y jelly from between his buttocks.
Jeff groaned his appreciation for her added thoughtfulness.
When she was satisfied with the results, Jenny stopped her affectionate wiping and tapped his thigh, indicating that she was through.
He let his thighs close again.
Jenny handed the wad of paper to Virginia, who dropped it in the basket for her.
No one had said a word since the whole experience started, and no body seemed inclined to say anything now.
Jeff concentrated as hard as he could for a moment, and 'suggested" that the girls forget what they had just experienced.
Virginia smiled warmly at Jeff before turning and simply leaving the room, looking back over her shoulder once to shoot him the familiar cloudy, "What the fuck just happened here?" look.
Kathy, looking very limp and rubber-kneed followed in suit after muttering a confused, almost inaudible "Thanks" to Jeff. She also looked back for a moment before reaching the door, and the look on her flushed face mimicked Virginia's.
Jenny, on the other hand, looked directly into Jeff's eyes and said "See ya' later, Jeff."
Jeff's half-closed eyes instantly flew open in his surprise.
Jenny smiled at his startled reaction and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze, which had an immediate calming effect on him, before turning and quickly walking out of the room.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Time to get up and get ready to go home, Mr. Valentine." the nurse announced cheerily. It was the same one that had taken his vital signs and provided him with such an exciting oral tour of her nipples that morning.
Jeff looked up at the clock on the wall next to the television.
It was 3:20 p.m..
"The doctor read your chart and feels that you are fine and in no danger of any complications, so he's decided to inflict you upon society once more." she said, smiling good naturedly at him.
"Isn't he going to come in and see me before I leave?"
"He didn't feel that it was necessary, I guess. You didn't have any problems last night or this morning, so it's standard practice to release patients who are in no apparent danger.
Besides ... after having such a " She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "How did you phrase it? A substantial and satisfying bowel movement, I believe it was. Well, after that wonderful experience, you must be okay, right?" She smiled at him and began taking his clothes from the small closet opposite his bed.
Jeff felt a little embarrassed at the reminder of his silliness in asking her about her own bowel movements earlier in the day, and after deciding not to perpetuate that part of their conversation any longer, changed the subject.
"The girl that was here earlier, do you know her last name?" he asked.
"Oh! I'm glad you reminded me." she said, stopping what she was doing and fishing around in her pocket for a moment. She walked to the bedside and handed him a slip of paper. "She asked me to give this to you."
Jeff unfolded the paper and looked at it. Scrawled across it in hurried script was:
Jenniver Wendett 555-1109
CALL ME!!!
Jeff had mixed emotions about the note.
On one hand, he sort of wished that he hadn't involved her in any of the sexual stuff because he thought she was very pretty and nice and he genuinely wanted to get to know her better. He couldn't actually explain it to himself, but the connection he felt between he and Jenny was somehow very strong and he felt compelled to become better friends with her.
On the other hand he had the nagging suspicion that she knew something about his behavior that he certainly didn't want her to know, due to the potentially embarrassing consequences.
He kind of hoped that he didn't have to face her again, just in case the latter were true.
In any event, he had her name and number if he decided to contact her.
The nurse was ready to help him dress, so Jeff got himself out of bed and prepared to go home.
"You're going to have to wear your hospital slippers out of the building." she said. "Unless, of course, you'd rather skate home. Your roller blades were the only foot wear that you were admitted with."
"Slippers will do just fine." he assured her.
After he was dressed and ready, the nurse handed him a plastic tote bag that contained his skates and the little personal items that the hospital had provided him with. He looked inside at the jumble of items: the Keri lotion that had served him so well, a half-empty box of tissues, a kidney shaped vomit receptacle and half a dozen other things that he was certain he would never use.
"Do I have to take this junk with me?" he asked her, a slightly pained look on his face.
"Of course not." she answered. "You can just leave it all here if you like, and I'll throw them away for you."
"Why don't you just give them to somebody else?" he suggested.
"No can do." she said. "Those are your personal things and can't be passed on to another patient. Hospital rules." she informed him.
"Seems like a huge waste of good stuff." he lamented.
"I agree," she said. "But I'm afraid I have nothing to say about it."
Jeff considered "asking" her to do it anyway, but decided to leave it alone.
After signing the proper release forms, Jeff called a taxi and chatted amiably with the nurse until it arrived.
She helped him into the cab, offered him a warm smile and a stem warning not to engage in any more sports related activities that were potentially injurious, and then waved goodbye as the taxi pulled out of the parking lot to take Jeff home.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The following day Jeff attended class as usual, but spent a good deal of time with his hand up against his face in an attempt to hide the ugly knot that stood out just above his swollen eye. The eye had finally opened enough so that he didn't feel dizzy when he walked, and that was a welcome change.
Kim Laughlin still wouldn't have anything to do with Jeff, wouldn't even look at him in her lingering embarrassment from the other day.
He spent his class-time day dreaming about Jenny more than listening, but making sure he occasionally cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat so that his preoccupation wouldn't become apparent to Professor Burgess and force another embarrassing confrontation.
Jeff remembered how good it felt the first time Jenny touched him in the hospital, and how warm and comforting her words were. But, he just couldn't get over the nagging feeling that there was more to her than just her compassionate nature. She seemed to be more familiar with him than she should have been. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was something intangible.
Something....deep.
He decided that he would call her, and take a chance that maybe she didn't know what he had been doing with his new "talent", and that she simply affected him like no one had before.
Professor Burgess finally dismissed the class, and Jeff headed for his apartment to call Jenny.
As he walked across the expansive campus he ogled the more outstanding girls that he passed along the way, as was his habit, and even "asked" a couple of them to touch themselves in provocative areas of their bodies for the rich entertainment value that Jeff derived from such simple diversions.
By the time he had emerged from the short pedestrian tunnel that separated the campus from the little college town of Isla Vista, he found himself becoming more and more obsessed with the idea of getting in touch with Jenny.
He quickened his stride.
As soon as he walked to his door and unlocked it, he stepped inside and headed for the phone, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Jeff shuffled through the jumble of papers on the counter for a few moments before finally coming across the little slip with Jenny's phone number on it. He dialed too quickly and punched the wrong button twice in a row. After taking a deep breath and making himself slow down, he dialed the number very deliberately and made the connection. After only two rings, he heard the tell-tale sounds of an answering machine preparing itself to let him know that no one was home. Then Jenny's sweet voice came on the line.
"Hi! You've reached 555-1109. I'm probably in the shower, or doing something else that requires my complete and undivided attention right now so I can't come to the phone to talk to you. Please leave your name and number, and I'll call you right back. I promise!"
Jeff felt an almost physical let-down because she wasn't there to talk to him, but decided to go ahead and leave a message and hope that her promise to call right back was good. He waited for the appropriate beep, and began.
"Hello, Jenny, this is Jeff, the guy that can't skate worth a shit. I just thought I'd call you, and say thanks for visiting me in the hospit-"
"Hi Jeff!" she interrupted.
"Hi." he greeted her. "I thought maybe you weren't home, so I was going to leave my number for you."
"Oh, I'm so glad you called. I missed you!" she informed him excitedly.
"You did?" he asked, a mixture of surprise and relief in his voice.
"Yes Jeff, I did." she assured him. "They wouldn't give out your phone number at the hospital, and so I had to rely on that nurse to remember to give you mine. Then, I had to sit around and hope that you would decide to call me. To tell you the truth, Jeff, I was beginning to think that you weren't interested."
"Well, I just didn't want to seem too anxious, I guess." he lied. "Listen, would you like to come over to my apartment sometime and watch a little television or something? My TV isn't so great, but if you cock your head to the left a little and hold your mouth just right, you can almost make out what's happening on the screen. Or we could just kick back and listen to the shit-kicker music that the freak next door plays."
"Well, sure. We could do that." Jenny said. "But, why don't you come over to my house instead and we can barbecue or something." she suggested.
Jeff took a quick look around his apartment.
There was a large pile of grubby, sweaty laundry heaped in the comer by his bed that he had been meaning to get to, but just hadn't had the chance, or the ambition, to take care of. There was two weeks worth of crud on the carpet because he just never seemed to have the time, or the ambition, to borrow his neighbor's vacuum cleaner and take care of it.
A large, malodorous stack of greasy dishes, some sporting luxurious growths of dark fungus reminded him that he had forgotten to buy dish soap again.
In the two or three seconds it took him to survey his immediate area, Jeff changed his original idea and decided to take Jenny up on her offer.
"Yeah, a barbecue sounds real good, Jenny." Jeff said. "Do I need to bring anything?" he asked her.
"Just your clumsy little self." she answered, and Jeff could almost feel her warm smile through the telephone.
"What time?" he asked.
"Thirty minutes all right?" she suggested.
"Forty-five would be better." he said. "I mean, I have to put on some eye make-up, you know, so I don't look so funny." he told her.
"Don't be silly, Jeff. Your poor eye looks just fine. I think it's very colorful." she assured him.
"That's what I mean, Jenny. I want to paint up the other eye so it will be just as pretty." he joked.
He heard laughter from her end.
"Will you just come over here and have dinner with me, please?" she asked him when her laughter had quieted a little.
"Sure." he said. "Tell me how to get there." and scrabbled around in the mess on the counter for something to write with.
Jenny gave him directions to her house and Jeff took them down, asking for more clarity on some points, assuring her he knew where certain landmarks were located.
"Fine, Jenny." he said finally, still writing on the back of his gas bill. "I'll skate right over."
"Don't you dare!" she almost squealed over the phone. "I don't want to have to come and visit you in that hospital again, Jeffie." she warned.
Jeff's mouth hung a little loosely for a moment and he suddenly felt like ice water was dribbling down his spine.
"What did you call me" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
"I don't know." she said. "Jeffie, I think."
"Why'd you call me Jeffie?" he inquired suspiciously.
"I don't know, Jeff. It just seemed a little friendlier, I guess." she explained. "Why, does that bother you?"
"Well, no. I guess not. It's just that the only person who ever calls me that is my gramma." Jeff told her. "You just surprised me, that's all."
"Sorry, Jeff. I didn't mean to-"
"No no." he interrupted. "Don't worry about it, Jenny. It's all right. Honest." he assured her.
"Well ... okay." she conceded. "See ya' in a few?"
"Yeah," he agreed. "See ya' in a few." and hung up the phone.
Jeff stood there for several moments thinking about what had just occurred.
It was probably just a coincidence that she called him that, he tried to tell himself. But the funny feeling that she knew more about him than she was letting on kept needling at him just the same.
Jeff looked down at his watch and decided that he had better take a quick shower and be on his way if he was going to make it to Jenny's house on time.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jeff became completely lost as soon as he crossed the freeway on the Patterson overpass. He hunted around for fifteen minutes before giving up and stopping at the Fast Gas service station near the freeway on-ramp.
The old tiger working the pumps simply pointed in the general direction of the street Jeff had asked about, and went back picking at his teeth and filling the tank on the Green Mercedes who's driver was obviously the type that never got out to fill her own tank.
Funny the way excessive amounts money can dictate the way a person will or will not act, he thought.
Jeff took off in the direction the old man had suggested and a couple of minutes later was turning onto Jenny's street. He cruised slowly down the well kept lane lined with well groomed homes sporting beautifully manicured lawns and colorful flower gardens, switching his gaze quickly back and forth between the back of his gas bill and the numbers on the houses or the curbs in front of them, which ever he could readily see.
Finally he arrived at the correct address and parked his beat up old Datsun in the driveway next to a perfectly gorgeous, completely restored midnight green '65 Mustang.
He felt more than a little self-conscious as he climbed out of his own car.
He carefully swung the door almost closed, and then bumped it several times with his hip in a futile attempt to close it without going through his usual procedure of slamming the ill-fitting door and making a lot of obvious beat-up-old-car noise. But in the end he had to do just that, wincing at the sharp report.
He tucked in his shirt for the third time since he had put it on, and walked as confidently as he could to the front door.
As he rounded the comer of the huge garage he saw a tell-tale plume of gray-white smoke wafting up over the roof of the L-shaped house, and smelled the sharp lighter fluid odor of a freshly lit barbecue.
He stepped into the entry way and fingered the button on the stucco wall near the door. He couldn't hear a buzzer or a bonging sound from inside so he jabbed the little plastic button a second time.
Nothing.
Jeff had just about decided to knock on the big double door when one side of it suddenly sucked inward, and Jenny stepped into view.
"Hi there!" she greeted him excitedly. "I thought maybe you had gotten lost or something. You're twenty minutes late, my friend." she accused good-naturedly.
"What, me get lost?" Jeff exclaimed with put-on indignance, giving himself a dramatic poke in the chest. "Why, I could have found this place with one eye closed." he bragged, and gave her a multi-colored wink with his injured eye.
Jenny's genuine, tinkling laughter made him crack a wide grin and he stepped lightly into the house, feeling a little more at ease and comfortable with himself.
"I hope you like chicken." Jenny said as they made their way down the long hallway toward the living room. "There's some hamburger in the 'fridge if you prefer, though." she added.
"Chicken suits me just fine, Jenny." Jeff agreed. "This is really a nice house. I've never been to this side of Goleta before. I didn't know this tract was even here." he confessed, and immediately wished he hadn't allowed her to know his limited experience with the nicer housing areas.
"Too big." Jenny complained. "You ought to try cleaning it sometime. It's a huge job and my mom kind of leaves it up to me to keep the place livable." she added.
"Oh ... your parents live here too?" he asked, and once again wished he hadn't opened his mouth to ask a question whose answer was so obvious.
"Of course they do, Jeff." she said. "You didn't think this big house was mine, did you?" she asked him.
"No no." he countered quickly. "I was just kidding. Where are good ol' mom and dad, anyway?" he asked.
"Las Vegas." she told him. "They go every year about this time to play the slots. My mom nuts up when she gets around a slot machine."
Jeff nodded as if he could empathize with the problem of nutting up over a slot machine.
He'd never even been to Las Vegas.
They crossed through the living room to a huge sliding glass door, and Jenny pulled it open.
"Come out here and take a look at the back yard." she invited.
Jeff stepped out onto the patio and scanned the wide area before him.
The entire yard was covered with a rich pelt of Burmuda grass which was just as meticulously manicured as the front lawn. A high brick fence completely secluded the area from their neighbors.
To his left was a small hot-house, and Jeff could just about see the variety of green things that were hanging inside through the milky plastic that covered the little structure. Sitting on the ground in front and on the sides of the building were innumerable clay pots with odd looking plants that were either in the process of dying or had already given up the ghost.
To the right of the hot-house was a little three-sided shed that housed a large riding lawn mower and an assortment of gardening tools.
In the far right comer of the expansive yard sat an old, weathered swing set that Jeff guessed had been there since Jenny was a little girl.
Directly in front of him, out near the back fence, was a large brick barbecue with an adjustable grill hanging from a cross-bar, and Jeff could see that it had almost stopped smoking.
To his immediate right was the biggest hot tub he had ever seen, and Jeff instantly knew how the afternoon was going to be played out.
"Is that a hot tub?" he asked innocently.
"Yeah, my dad put that in a couple of years ago." Jenny said. "I climb into it and relax two or three times a week. Want to take a look?" she asked him.
"Sure." Jeff answered, and followed her to the large redwood framed unit.
"Give me a hand, Jeff." she said, starting to lift the protective cover.
Jeff did as he was instructed and soon the tub was exposed.
Jenny walked around behind the frame where a big square plastic box was mounted, and bent over.
Suddenly, the hot tub roared to life.
The water began to swirl and foam, and Jeff could feel the warm moisture in the air as Jenny walked back around to the front where he was standing.
"I keep the water heated all the time, so it's always ready." she informed him. "Maybe after we eat, we can sit in it for a while." she suggested.
"Yeah," Jeff answered. "I'd like that."
Jeff heard a soft, melodic bonging sound, and realized that it was the door bell.
"If that's my wife, tell her I just left." Jeff joked.
"Well, I doubt if it's your wife, Jeff." Jenny said, smiling appreciatively at his wit. "But I'd bet any amount that it's Michelle. I got so excited at seeing you again, that I forgot to ask you if it's all right if she joins us. I'm sorry Jeff."
She confessed. "Do you mind?"
"No, not at all." he assured her.
Jenny smiled and started toward the sliding glass door. "She's kind of my best friend, and I wanted her to meet you." she said over her shoulder before she disappeared into the house.
"My, my, my." Jeff said under his breath as he walked out across the yard toward the barbecue to check on the coals. He picked up the long metal bar encrusted with black and gray ashes that was hanging on the side of the beautiful, custom built barbecue, and began to arrange the coals to get them ready for the chicken. Jeff could hear the girls talking as they came up behind him, but he acted as if he was unaware of their approach.
"Jeff, I'd like you to meet Michelle."
Jeff tried to be cool. He really did.
But, as he was withdrawing the poker from the bed of coals he had arranged so nicely in the bottom of the pit, one glowing piece of charcoal flipped out onto the cement skirting that surrounded the brick structure and hopped up inside of the cuff in his pant leg, nestling itself perfectly into the little area between the tongue of his tennis shoe and his sock.
He instantly dropped the poker which struck the cement with a loud CLANG! After yelling, "SHIT!" Jeff began to break dance, rivaling M.C. Hammer with his energetic gyrations.
Two or three seconds later, when he realized that hopping and squirming wasn't helping the situation, he jack-knifed down to try and pluck the red hot piece of coal from his sock and whacked his forehead smartly against the protruding handle of the grill crank in exactly the same spot but on the opposite side of his head as his previously injured eye.
The sharp blow provided Jeff with a magnificent fireworks display in his head for a second, and then he simply groaned and slumped against the side of the barbecue, grabbing the side of his eye and plucking at the hot coal at the same time.
The little piece of charcoal finally tumbled out of his tennis shoe and lay harmlessly on the cement.
Jenny kicked the still glowing ember out onto the lawn and squatted down next to Jeff.
"Are you all right!" she asked him, almost panicky with concern. She brushed the hair from his forehead, trying to get a look at the damage.
"Yeah," he said finally. "Yeah, I'm okay." He looked into Jenny's concerned face. "Hi Michelle, glad to meetcha'." he joked, and Jenny swatted his shoulder.
"Very funny." she said sarcastically. "Are you really okay, Jeff?" she asked him again.
"Really, I'm fine. A little embarrassed, but I'll survive." he assured her.
Jenny reached under his arm and helped him up.
"You didn't tell me you were going to provide entertainment, Jenny." Michelle said jokingly. "If I would have known, I'd have brought my mother. She just loves a good floor show." she added, and all three of them laughed.
"Well Michelle, this is my good friend and out of work clown, Jeff." She said warmly. "He's really a pretty good guy, when he's not in a self-destruct mode, and occasionally displays a sincere wish to get through the day with out inflicting major damage to himself." she kidded, and reached out to stroke his shoulder affectionately.
Jeff felt that mysterious soothing warmth again.
"Glad to make your acquaintance, Jeff." Michelle said, and held out her hand.
Jeff took it and instantly felt comfortable with her, as if he had met her before, and they were seeing each other again after several years.
"Want me to get some ice for your eye?" Jenny asked him, smiling a little now that she knew he was all right.
"Nah ... it'll be okay." he answered. "But, you might want to get the chicken ready. The coals are good and hot. I guarantee it."
Jeff held up the shoe that the coal had bounced into.
Both girls laughed for a moment, and then headed for the kitchen to prepare the chicken and other items on the menu.
Jenny did the barbecuing, explaining that she was just trying to protect Jeff from any further mishaps.
Michelle and Jeff talked amiably while the chicken cooked, and then all three sat down on the soft grass and enjoyed the meal.
When they were finished and all the paper plates had been gathered up and disposed of, Jenny suggested a nice dip in the hot tub.
"Are you expecting any more company?" Jeff asked Jenny.
"Nope." she answered. "We have the whole place to ourselves."
On a whim, Jeff "asked" the girls to strip naked, and watched excitedly as they did just that.
Michelle took less time to undress that Jenny, who carefully folded each item of clothing and then arranged it just so on the lawn.
When both girl's were finished stripping and stood naked in the summer sunshine, Jeff began to take his own clothes off and in a few moments stood stark naked with them, his erection bobbing gently in time with his heart beat.
"Oh, this feels much nicer." Michelle said, gently stroking her smooth, flat belly just above her pubic hair with both hands. "I'd be naked all the time, if I could get away with it. "
"Yeah, me too." Jenny chimed in. "How 'bout you Jeff? Do you enjoy being naked?"
Jeff suddenly realized that this was the first time any of his "targets" had carried on a conversation with him during a "projection", and mentally patted himself on the back for his smooth control of the situation. It seemed to him that his "talent" had progressed to the point that he could have his way, and the people that were being influenced by him could still be themselves.
Cool.
Instead of answering Jenny's question, Jeff "projected" a game plan into both girl's minds.
He "asked" them to talk as dirty as they knew how, and to display themselves to him in blatantly obscene ways.
Michelle was the first to comply, moving her hands from her lower stomach to her breasts, giving them a sexy massage and pinching at the stiffening nipples.
"Mmmmmm...." she moaned softly. "I like to have you look at me, Jeff. Do you like my tits?" she asked, cupping her hands under them and holding them up for his inspection.
Jeff looked at the milky white breasts and their smallish, erect nipples for a moment.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you like to watch me play with them?" she inquired, and went back to teasing her nipples.
"Yes." he replied.
"How 'bout my tits, Jeff?" Jenny asked, taking a step toward him and copying Michelle's behavior as she played with her somewhat larger breasts for him. "Want to suck them?" she offered.
"After I've seen the rest of your bodies." he informed her. "Let me look at your butts."
Both girls turned away from him and stood still.
He enjoyed the sight of their shapely, naked buttocks for a moment, and then said "Bend over, Please."
They did as he requested, bending at the waist and displaying their pretty backsides for his pleasure.
Jeff looked at both naked asses for a moment, and then said "I want to see inside."
Both girl's immediately reached back and spread their butts open for him, Jenny outdoing her friend by pulling her cheeks apart a good deal more.
Jeff took his sweet time and enjoyed the exciting view for a full minute, inspecting both of the girl's hairy pussy's at the same time. He saw that Jenny's pubic hair was much lighter and appeared to be finer in texture than Michelle's dark brown fur. He could also see that the hair faded into almost nothing between Jenny's widely spread buttocks, making it very easy for Jeff to view her tiny, wrinkled asshole, but was present in varying degrees throughout the deep valley between Michelle's round cheeks making her own rosy anus less visible to him.
"Who wants me to fuck them first?" he asked.
"I do!" Michelle piped up. "Please, Jeff, fuck my pussy first." she asked him.
"You can fuck me anywhere on my body, Jeff." Jenny offered, trying to out-do her friend. "My wet mouth, my soft pussy, or my tight, virgin asshole. Whatever you like." she added.
"Me too, Jeff." Michelle said. "Anything you want."
Jeff's penis was stiff as a sword now, and he couldn't decide what he wanted to do first.
"Let's go climb into the hot tub for a while." he suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds fun!." Michelle said, removing her hands from her butt and standing straight again.
Jenny was slower to let go of her buttocks, and looked back over her shoulder at Jeff for moment before removing her hands and coming erect again. She smiled sweetly at him, and Jeff returned the smile before striking off toward the hot tub, with both girls bringing up the rear.
"Nice ass, Jeff." Michelle complimented, reaching forward and patting his naked butt a couple of times as they neared the tub.
Jeff stopped at the edge of the bubbling pool of water and leaned on the rim with his elbows. He cocked his right leg up and placed his foot on the second step giving the girls a good rear view of his dangling balls.
Jenny moved in close to him, and placed her hand on the small of his back.
"Looks good, huh?" she said close to his ear as she gazed into the swirling water.
Jenny let her hand slide down to his butt and began to stroke the cheek nearest her with a slow circular motion as she talked.
"Sometimes, I like to get in the tub naked late at night after every one else has gone to bed." she confided. "If I position my pussy up close to one of the water jets, I can climax again and again."
Michelle had parked herself on the lowest step and was running her finger tips along the skin on the inside of Jeff's cocked thigh from his knee to his crotch, intentionally bumping the side of her hand gently against his balls several times.
"Show me." he instructed her.
Jenny climbed over the wooden rim and slipped into the water swirling around inside of the ten person tub.
She turned around and grasped the edge of the tub frame, placing a hand on either side of Jeff's elbows. She kneeled on the submerged seat and spread her thighs wide apart, positioning her lower belly close to the side of the tub directly in front of Jeff where an adjustable high pressure nozzle was forcing a stream of air injected water into the foaming pool.
When she was satisfied with her stability, she plunged her right hand into the bubbling water to fine tune the nozzle so it forced the jet of water directly onto her pussy.
Jeff watched the proceedings with great interest, moaning occasionally when Michelle would make another exciting contact with his dangling balls. When he saw Jenny's face change from it's lovely, calm look to a mask of lusty determination, he knew her pussy was being assaulted by the water jet.
Jenny pulled her hand from the water and grabbed at the edge of the tub again, holding herself perfectly still and looking up into Jeff s eyes as the jet massaged her pussy like a thousand tiny fingers.
Jeff could see her breath coming in quick little gasps and watched her breasts heave sexily.
Michelle had progressed from simply stroking the inside of Jeff's thigh to running the finger tips of her left hand up and down along the cleft between his buttocks as she worked on his testicles with the other.
Her attentions felt wonderful, but Jeff was so into watching Jenny's face as she masturbated with the water jet for his pleasure, that he hardly made a sound to encourage Michelle's efforts.
He reached over the tub rim with both hands and began to play with Jenny's nipples, lightly pinching at the stiff knobs of flesh and making her head loll back with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh that's so good, Jeff." she exclaimed, and looked directly into his eyes again.
He let go of one nipple and moved his hand to her slightly parted lips.
Jenny opened her mouth and Jeff put a finger inside,.
He stroked her soft, wet tongue gently for several seconds before Jenny closed her mouth again and began to suck voraciously at the substitute penis.
Michelle had changed tactics again and was now gently massaging Jeff's swelling testicles with her left hand, and slowly masturbating him with the other, causing his hips to rock back and forth slightly with the exciting sensations.
After several more minutes of watching Jenny's masturbation display and enjoying Michelle's expert manipulation of his balls and straining erection, Jeff looked down at the girl who was working on his genitals and said, "Go over to my pants and get the rubbers out of the front pocket for me, please."
Michelle gave his balls a final squeeze, then stood up to do as he had instructed.
When she returned a few moments later with the items, Jeff "asked" her to put one on his penis.
She complied, tearing the cellophane packet open with her teeth and expertly installing the prophylactic on his granite-like erection.
"Come stand in front of me Michelle, and bend over the side of the tub." he directed, and she moved to do as he wished.
When she was in position with her furry pussy in plain view and her face an inch or two from Jenny's, Jeff moved in behind her and reached down into her crotch from behind with both hands, like a quarter back waiting for the snap.
He gently spread Michelle's pussy lips apart with his finger tips and eased the head of his sheathed penis into the slippery opening.
"Mmmmmmm...." Michelle groaned into Jenny's face as she felt his stiff cock beginning to enter her pussy. "Ohhh, fuck me, Jeff." she said in a lusty voice. "Fuck my pussy hard, baby."
Jeff urged his hips forward and sucked in a sharp breath as his stiff penis began to slide into her hot, tight pussy.
When he had sunk it to the root, he grabbed Michelle's soft hips and started to fuck his steely cock in and out of her pussy slowly and deliberately, bumping against her soft round ass again and again with his lower stomach.
Jenny watched excitedly as Jeff fucked her girlfriend's pussy, and moved her own vagina a little closer to the water jet to achieve more intense stimulation.
Jeff made a 'suggestion" and Michelle immediately curled a hand behind Jenny's neck and gently pulled her face close enough to kiss her.
He watched closely as the girls became impassioned by the kiss, and he could see the muscles under Michelle's chin working, indicating that she had slipped her tongue deeply into Jenny's mouth and was providing her friend with a thorough, searching kiss.
Jenny looked past Michelle's face and locked eyes with Jeff as she returned the kiss, forcing her tongue into the other girl's soft mouth and probing deeply.
Jeff picked up the pace and began to plunge his cock into Michelle's body with more force, repositioning his feet for better traction as his stomach slapped noisily against her butt and his balls swung heavily into her crotch with each thrust of his hips.
Michelle was moaning loudly now as her pussy was being fucked so thoroughly by Jeff s stiff penis and her mouth was being pleasured by the urgent tongue-fucking that Jenny was giving it. A chain reaction of motion was occurring, beginning with Jeff s thrusting hips, running through Michelle's body and making Jenny's head move gently in perfect rhythm with Jeff's insertions as she kissed her friend's mouth.
Jenny's glazed eyes were still locked with Jeff's, and he could see by her expression that she was approaching the point of no return.
Her brows were deeply furrowed and she had an almost pleading look in her beautiful eyes.
Jeff's energetic fucking was making Michelle's dangling breasts dance in the swirling water, her stiff nipples dipping in and out as he slammed his cock into her drooling pussy again and again.
He was getting close now, the tight heat of Michelle's slippery pussy and the exciting visual input of watching Jenny rape her girlfriend's mouth with her tongue as she masturbated against the water jet had taken him right to the edge of control.
He threw his head back as his testicles suddenly sucked up tightly against his body, and he began to ram his cock into Michelle's pussy with all the speed and power that he could muster.
Jeff's sudden orgasmic assault on her pussy shoved Michelle over the edge and she began to shudder with her own climax, her body convulsing against the redwood rim of the hot tub as Jeff pounded his cock into her.
The instant that Michelle started to climax she almost shrieked into Jenny's mouth and began to suck furiously at her girl friend's tongue as the powerful orgasm surged through her body.
The incredible feeling of having her tongue sucked at so deliciously, and the knowledge that Jeff and Michelle were caught up in the throws of orgasm was too much for Jenny. She suddenly jammed her pussy up against the water jet and held on to the side of the tub with all her strength as the tidal wave of orgasm crashed over her, ripping through her body like a run away freight train.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Jeff grunted as he fucked his cock in and out of Michelle's slobbering pussy, his testicles pumping jet after jet of hot sperm into her body.
Michelle sounded as if she had lost all control, moaning in a loud, wheezing falsetto voice as she continued to suck hungrily at Jenny's tongue.
Jenny, who's orgasm was being provided by a tireless, constant flow of hot water that was gliding forcefully over her passion stiffened clit was absolutely lost in a world all her own. She was completely unable to assist Michelle with her oral efforts, and simply allowed her tongue to be sucked on urgently by her impassioned friend.
Finally, the intensity of Jeff s force-ten orgasm started to abate and he began to slow his thrusts, moving his cock spastically in and out of Michelle's dribbling pussy as the last jolts of his climax zipped through his body.
Michelle also began to regain some of her control, finally releasing the strong suction she had been applying to Jenny's tongue and allowing it to slip out of her mouth but maintaining contact between her lips and her friend's.
Jenny, still pressing her pussy tightly against the nozzle that had provided her with the intense orgasm she had just experienced, began to ease her crotch a little to the right, cutting the amount of stimulation in half as her orgasm began to fade.
Jeff had almost completely stopped moving against Michelle, his softening penis wiggling around inside of her body only slightly now as he pressed and ground himself tightly against her to keep them connected for a few moments longer.
Jenny disconnected her mouth from Michelle's and pulled her head back a little.
Jeff was looking down at Michelle's ass now, watching himself as he slowly withdrew his spent penis from her pussy inch by inch until it got to a point where the natural snugness of her slippery vagina made the last two inches squirt out of her.
"Mmmmmm...." she groaned lustily as her pussy closed up tightly again with the absence of Jeff's penis. "That was fucking great, Jeff. You can fuck me again anytime you like, Hot Rod." she added amiably.
Jeff released his grip on Michelle's hips and backed away a little before squatting down and prying her butt open with his thumbs. He pressed his face in between her buttocks and forced his tongue as far up inside of Michelle's tight little asshole as he could.
"Ohhhhhhhhh " she moaned lustily as his tongue snaked it's way into her butt.
Jeff provided the girl's earthy tasting asshole with a quick, deep tongue-fucking for the simple pleasure of doing it and then licked the entire area between her buttocks several times, slurping his hot tongue along the deep, furry groove and making her groan with delight.
As suddenly as he had begun Jeff stopped and stood upright again.
He reached down and carefully removed the latex sheath from his withering penis, depositing the object on the edge of the tub.
Jenny looked at the sperm filled condom .
"My turn next time ... okay. Jeff?" she asked.
"Give me thirty minutes to gather my strength, and I'll be glad to oblige you, Jenny." he promised, and felt warmed by her sweet smile of agreement.
Jeff climbed up the steps and lowered himself into the hot tub, moving close to Jenny and taking her in his arms.
"That was a very exciting show you gave Me." he said, and smiled his appreciation.
"I didn't give you a show Jeff, you requested it." she corrected, and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Just like you requested Michelle and I to take off all our clothes. The only difference was that you asked to watch me masturbate in front of you with your mouth, instead of your mind." she informed him.
Jeff felt ice water surge through his veins as he listened to Jenny, and knew that he had somehow been found out. He fought the urge to grab his clothes and relocate to New York.
The expression on his face must have conveyed his sudden embarrassment and urge to flee because Jenny immediately pressed her soft palm against his flushed cheek and said, "It's all right, Jeff. Michelle and I have the "talent" too."
"That's right, Jeff." Michelle said as she eased up behind him in the swirling water and slipped her hands around his waist. "Jenny called me on the phone and told me all about you when she got home from the hospital that first day. She was so fucking excited that she had found another person like us that I thought she would have a nervous breakdown!" she told him, and giggled into his neck.
"Yeah, and I couldn't wait for my next visit with you to see if you'd "make" me do things to you again. You were so cute when you thought you were controlling me." she informed Jeff, and offered him such a warm "It's okay." smile that he actually began to relax a little.
"You mean, you knew I was making 'suggestions" to you, and you did what I asked anyway?" he asked her.
"Well sure, Jeff." she answered. "I couldn't very well refuse, or you would have known something was up, Right? But don't worry about it, I enjoyed getting my finger up your cute little butt and making you climax like you did. And I'll do it again for you anytime you like. All you have to do is ask, with your mouth, that is." she promised, and kissed him full on the lips for several seconds.
"Jenny and I thought that we were the only one's who could 'suggest" things to other people with our minds." Michelle went on. "We've been doing it as a team for years and have volumes of great stories to tell you about it. But when she called me and told me about you, we decided to have you over for a barbecue as soon as we could, and see how things went. I, for one, am very happy with the results of this afternoon's activities." she said, and reached down to fondle him.
"Just think, Jeff," Jenny continued. "Now that there's three of us who can do this sort of thing, the possibilities for sexual excitement are limitless."
Jeff turned himself in the water and eased back against the side of the tub, putting his arms up on the rim of the red wood frame and sitting comfortably on the smooth seat.
Jenny and Michelle fitted themselves in on either side of him and began to get him ready for another exciting sexual romp in the swirling, foaming water.
Michelle grasped his flaccid penis and began to stroke it into full erection while Jenny gently eased a slender finger into his asshole.
As the girl's worked him into another sexual frenzy, Jeffrey Valentine wondered if he might not be dreaming after all.
