Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 1 - Rebirth
(mc mf, breast feeding)

My memories of waking up in the motel room Joey had taken us to are extremely 
gray.  Not fuzzy, not indistinct, just very... gray, in the emotional sense.

I wasn't happy.  I wasn't sad.  I wasn't excited or content.  I wasn't anything.  
The words Joey spoke to me I just didn't bother to comprehend, for I didn't feel 
the need to.  I had no motivation to do anything.  I think I would have just 
stopped breathing if it hadn't been automatic.

Joey had to take control of my body several times while I was like that.  He 
kept me from wetting the bed and otherwise took care of my body's needs while my 
brain was numb like that.

We were in some car he had hitched us a ride with when I noticed the trees 
flying by the window.  It was just slightly more interesting to me to watch the 
scenery flashing by than the back of the seat, and the more I watched, the more 
I noticed.

I was waiting patiently for the scenery to start moving again when a face 
suddenly appeared in front of my vision that stirred something within me, only 
to fade away the next moment as the door was opened and my body followed Joey 
into another motel.

That night, I felt another stirring within me, one that didn't go away as fast 
as the last one.  And once the two teenage girls whom Joey had borrowed from 
their parents for the night had sucked every last bit of cum out of my cock, I 
actually took some notice in the way their moaning and gasping sounded as Joey 
made use of their young sexy bodies.

I don't recall the following morning, but sometime in the afternoon I was 
sitting in the front seat of a different car, listening to the same sound from 
the night before and turned my head to look at the driver.

The man seemed to be enjoying the fact that Joey was fucking his wife in the 
back seat.  I watched him as he cheered Joey on and jerked himself off while he 
drove.  Something about the way his cock spurted his load made me turn back to 
the scenery and ignore the rest of the activities inside the car.

The next time the car stopped and I found myself getting out, I caught a glimpse 
of Joey's face and felt something a lot stronger stir deep within me.  As my 
urine ran out of my cock, I had a flashback of Joey's face of when he had been 
raping one of the slave girls on the beach.

That face kept popping into my head as the scenery whizzed by, always causing me 
to blink as I tried to comprehend what it meant.  There was a feeling that went 
with it, or more like two feelings.  Fear and lust were the first identifiable 
feelings I had after my awakening, and that wasn't very healthy I must say.

At dinner, Joey had just finished picking out the girls who would join us in our 
motel room that night when he noticed I was staring at him.  Because his 
expression softened and his voice sounded so soothing, I listened to his words 
as he said, "...wasn't going leave you out, you know.  I got three this time 
just in case you felt like fucking one for a while."

"Fuck one," I echoed.

"Yeah.  That's right.  You and I have done a lot of fucking together.  And we're 
gonna do a lot more too.  Just remember that we're a team.  Okay?"

"A team," I repeated blankly.

"A team.  That's what we are..." Joey said while his smile faded and his eyes 
went a little unfocused.

"I know you won't understand this now, but you will when you get all your 
marbles back," he said when his attention snapped back to the present.  "After I 
let all that anger out during the wipe, things seem different to me.  I've been 
doing a lot of thinking... and I..."

"We fuck girl?  Now?" I interrupted, my mind having pieced together what would 
solve the strange need I was experiencing.

Joey looked at me a little startled, then broke out in a grin that caused me to 
make my first facial expression since my wipe.  The grin I wore was the same as 
his, then as Joey arranged for the guy at the next table to pay for our dinner, 
I vaguely recalled that we indeed had been partners about a lot of things.

You have to realize that I was in a very vulnerable and suggestible state while 
my emotions were trying to reform.  So naturally I began accepting everything 
Joey said and did as right, the slight familiarity I felt about him making me 
trust his every word.

After taking turns fucking the three girls we took to our room, the image of 
Joey which had popped up in my mind all day didn't have the disturbing feel to 
it any longer.  I had done the very same thing he had done when he had made that 
face, and I had liked it very much.  I desired to feel that kind of pleasure 
again, and believed that Joey would show me more ways to feel good.

When Joey discovered I was attempting to do everything he did while ignoring the 
memories which were trying to surface, he decided he liked the idea of being my 
hero and encouraged my desire to be just like him.  What I didn't know at the 
time was he also inserted blocks into my mind that would prevent the negative 
memories of him from resurfacing.

I recall very clearly the moment I rediscovered my telepathic abilities.  We 
were approaching the Mexican border in an over crowded bus, watching two fat 
women attempting to eat each other out without much success.  I kept wishing for 
one of them to give up and come over to me so I could suck their big tits and 
then fuck their fat cunts, and suddenly I recalled how to make that happen and 
issued the proper commands to the one on top.

"Did you do that?" Joey asked a little panicked.

"Yes.  Did I do something wrong?" I said, afraid of having upset my teacher and 
benefactor.

"No," he said relieved.  "For a second I thought someone else had...  Never 
mind.  Come 'ere, bitch.  Do what she's doing to him to me."

I felt so proud of myself as Joey mimicked me as I sucked the fat Hispanic 
woman's tits while she rubbed her wet cunt up and down my stomach.  I was 
enjoying myself immensely, but when my cock brushed up against her ass, I 
suddenly recalled how much I liked fucking a woman's rose.

I struggled a moment aligning my cock with her backdoor, then in a fit of lust 
commanded her to sit my cock into her ass with her shitting muscles on full.

The pressure and warmth of her ass as it yielded to my dick caused me to moan in 
pleasure, then when I was in up to the hilt, I started programming her to give 
me as much pleasure her ass could provide.

When I had finished using her, Joey became upset with me for the mess I had made 
of her mind.  His philosophy of restoring someone we had used to their original 
state with no memory of the things we had done naturally became my philosophy 
after that, and before the night was over, we developed a systematic way of 
doing so.

Or I should say Joey developed it while I assisted in testing it.  Basically 
whenever one of us altered another's mind, we would store the command to reverse 
our tampering inside their mind in what we called the self-destruct memory.

Even to this day, Joey's programming ability is far superior to mine, even 
though he lacks the sight to see how the symbols work.  The technique for 
cloaking his tampering he had developed on his own, never even being able to 
test it until he had to use it on Gina to prevent his sister from finding out.

The self-destruct memory used a considerable amount of the techniques he had 
developed for the soul purpose of deceiving me, and his sharing this with me was 
probably the only thing which saved our friendship from a permanent death later 
that year.

Despite his best efforts, the woman whom I had altered was permanently fixated 
on anal sex, but apart from becoming the butt fuck queen of some small town in 
Mexico, Joey was able to restore the rest of her personality and all her 
memories.

I spent a large portion of the next day practicing the things he had taught me, 
Joey watching every command I made and sometimes correcting me while other times 
letting me screw up.  No harm came to anyone that day, and by that evening I was 
proficient enough in using his technique that he let me go round up our bedtime 
fucks.

That night, memories trying to surface invaded my sleep, and while they were 
unpleasurable in nature, I was not disturbed by them as I normally would be.

I guess Joey was monitoring my thoughts the next morning, for he asked what my 
dreams were about without me having said a thing about them.  I told him as much 
as I could remember, then didn't object to his announcement he was going to do 
something to me to prevent those kind of dreams from coming back.

As he inserted more blocks in my mind, I began to understand what the blocks 
were blocking, but didn't really care if I never remembered my life from before.  
All I knew was I trusted Joey to do what was best for me, and if that meant 
living the rest of my life not remembering the first seventeen years, I was 
positive I would be better off.

Joey and I spent two weeks following a steady routine while making our way 
slowly up Mexico.  We would wake up and have one last fuck with the girls we had 
picked out the night before, then after breakfast we would hit the self-destruct 
command and send them on their way.

Once we found a ride, we would play an assortment of mind games, usually 
involving the other passengers and sometimes the driver as well.  Things like 
searching for their most secret desire or fantasy and make them believe they 
were living it out.  On a few occasions we were able to arrange it so they 
actually did physically carry out their fantasy, but most of the time it was 
only in their mind, I having become quite good at generating realistic dream 
states.

Female passengers, depending on their age, provided us with different forms of 
entertainment, but we didn't usually have sex while on the road for we enjoyed 
our evening fucks too much to waste our energy during the day.  Oh, every once 
in a while a pretty girl would turn one of us on enough to get laid, but for 
most cases we just had them serve our lunch off their chests or some other 
juvenile yet harmless things like that.

Dinner time usually meant heavy scanning while eating. Sometimes we found our 
pray before dessert was served, but many times we would have to go out and walk 
around town in search for a decent pair of cunts.  We always found something to 
satisfy our standards, and as soon as we had made our selection we went straight 
to our room and began trading spit.

I followed Joey's example and performed the nightly make out and dance without 
complaint, and even though I would appear to be enjoying the slow kissing, 
making my intended fuck slut feel romanced, the only sensation I felt was the 
desire to fuck her, and then fuck her again.

Of course I would always get my wish in the end once Joey had had his fill, and 
that's why I never let on that I would have preferred to skip with the 
pleasantries.

By the time we were half way up Mexico, Joey found his desire to return home 
fading, and one evening at dinner he said, "You know, I think I like Mexico.  
Don't you?"

"Si, Senior," I said.  "I feel I have spend my whole life in Mexico."

"Shut up," Joey chucked before saying seriously,  "I've been thinking a lot 
about it the past couple of days.  What if we find a nice small town with a lot 
of pretty seņoritas in it and settle down there?  We could start our own 
business as a front, have a nice house built, and play God for a while.  What do 
you think?"

"I guess it sounds good if it does to you."

Joey frowned a moment, then said, "If you were going to decide, what you want to 
do?"

"I guess..  I guess..  I don't know.  What else would you want to do?"

"I asked what you wanted.  Shit, can't you think of something you'd like to do?"

"I don't really care what we do.  I'll just do what you want to do, okay?"

"But..  I was hoping you..  Shit.  Never mind.  We'll try my idea, then if we 
don't like it or think of something better, we can always leave."

"That's sounds good," I said honestly.  "Can we start scanning now, or do you 
want to talk some more?"

"Scan, amigo, scan," he said with a grin.

We altered our course to head east rather than north, and three towns later, 
Joey announced we had found our new home.

The town was small, well isolated, yet appeared to be prosperous enough that the 
people were well fed.  The population hovered around two hundred, and within 
twenty four hours they all were our happy little slaves.

Well, slave isn't quite the word for it.  Everyone in the town would happily do 
whatever we asked of them, but they didn't see us as their lords and masters.  
We simply were special people who they trusted and cared for, not going out of 
their way for us unless we asked or they saw the need.

The children loved us, the teens saw us as their idols or heart throbs, the 
young single women lusted for us, and the rest just adored us from afar.

Joey asked me not to mess with the girls around our age until he got to know 
them, and while I had looked forward to fucking this one chick, I complied with 
his request and simply permitted five of the women who were in their early 
twenties to service my fucking needs.

At first I disliked the way Joey didn't care to fuck together any longer, but 
once I stopped bothering myself with the foreplay, I decided I preferred fucking 
alone.  Especially when I found out that Joey hadn't fucked any of his until we 
had been there almost a week.

Shortly after his big orgy, I started to notice Joey acting restless during the 
day, even somewhat down.  Three days went by before I finally asked him about 
it, but the only thing I got out of him was, "You wouldn't understand."

Two days later we visited a family with a newborn and a four year old boy, Joey 
having sought out this particular family because he liked playing with the 
younger kids, their innocence and enthusiasm always lifting his spirits when he 
felt down.  Or maybe it was because he knew my mom would have had her baby by 
then, and just wanted to see what it would have been like.

I was acting the polite guest, not really wishing to be there, but such things 
were not that important to me.  I did as Joey wished, something I may have 
eventually grown tired of even if my eye hadn't caught something strangely 
familiar within the four year old's arms.

At first I thought it was a doll so I hadn't paid much attention to it.  But 
when I caught a glimpse of its brown fuzzy face, my heart nearly leapt out of my 
chest as an emotional tidal wave washed over the top of Joey's memory blocks.

I was frozen in my tracks from the sight of this one eyed brown teddy bear, my 
mind struggling to recall why I wanted to grab it and hug it, very probably 
crying my eyes out at the same time.

Then suddenly I remembered my teddy, my first bestest friend who I had tortured 
and betrayed, and then started getting faint impressions of other things I 
missed.

I pieced the face of a woman holding my teddy out to me while commanding the boy 
do the same, then slowly formed the sound of the word related to the face with 
Joey patiently waiting beside me.

Once I figured out who the woman was, I turned to Joey and said, "Please?  Take 
me to my mom?  Take me home?"

Joey's expression hit the floor at that point.  Staring at the dirt floor, Joey 
appeared forlorn and beaten as he said, "All right.  I'll take us home," then he 
got up and walked out without another word.

The following two days were a very confusing time for me.  I had realized the 
reason I had been able to recall my mother's face was because Joey had removed 
the block to relieve the strain within my mind.  What didn't occur to me was 
that he had probably done it more to prevent my undoing it myself, fearing I 
would then continue to remove the rest as well.

But for the time being, I was happy to be going home with Joey, even if I didn't 
have any clue as to where home was or what it was like.  For the first time in 
my limited memories I had a place to belong to and someone besides Joey to learn 
from and be with.

The confusing part was how Joey seemed to dread the idea, yet in some fashion 
seemed to look forward to it too.  We spent the two days traveling to San Luis 
Potosi which was the nearest city with an international airport, and the closer 
we got, the more Joey seemed to regret his decision, but he didn't turn us back 
neither the less.

We arrived at the airport sometime after three in the morning, and while I was 
busy checking out the people sleeping in the airport all around us, Joey made a 
single phone call.

I was pleased to see some of the strain and stress he had before making the 
phone call had left by the time I rejoined him.  But when he looked at me with a 
sort of soft and sad look, I knew something was wrong.

"Your plane leaves at seven," he finally said.

"My plane?  What about yours?"

"I'm not going.  I..  Shit, Tim.  I've made a mess of my life back there.  But 
here I have a home and an entire village of friendly people that can help me get 
by until I can find someone else to hook up with.  Besides, I think I'm tired of 
being able to control people.  I miss...  I miss having people who are my 
equals, shit like that.  I just miss having real friends."

"I don't want to leave you," I said somewhat stubbornly.  "I don't care what you 
did before.  I don't know how to..  how to..  do anything without you.  Come 
with me.  We can make everyone happy you came back."

"It's not that simple, Tim," Joey sighed.  "Come 'ere," he said, sliding over 
slightly to make room on the floor beside him.

I sat down without hesitation, but found myself oddly ill at ease by the way he 
took my hand in his and said, "I've done things I'm not proud of, and some of 
them I did because I hated you so much.  I know right now you don't want to 
believe it, but after you get home and your mom helps you remember who you are 
and your life, you're not going to want me as your friend."

"No, that's not true!" I said confused.

"Believe me, Tim, I know how you're going to feel because I felt that way myself 
once.  But not any more.  I don't know exactly why, but I feel like my old self 
again.  I... care about you.  Please, don't forget that?  I know this doesn't 
make much sense, but whatever happens, no matter what you remember about what I 
did, try and believe that I'd never do those kind of things to you or anyone 
else again."

He turned away from me to wipe the tears that had been forming in is eyes but 
had not yet fallen, then after a few moment listening to him sniff, I said, 
"There is something else you're not telling me.  Something else you're afraid 
of."

After he turned and stared in my eyes a few moments, he seemed even more 
saddened by something and turned away again.

"I guess....  I miss her."

"Who?"

"Someone very special to both of us.  Her name is Suzi Aster."

"Suzi Aster..." I echoed as I struggled to recall anything about her.

"Even when I was going around raping girls, plotting to somehow get back at you 
for all I thought you did to me, I loved her.  But I couldn't control myself 
sometimes, and I was afraid of hurting her so I stayed away from her.  Now she 
knows all about what I did.  I don't think I could handle seeing it in her 
eyes."

"Seeing what?" I said as I absorbed his confession for all time.

"I don't know..  Fear?  Distrust?..  Hate..." he said ending in a whisper as he 
shuddered.

I watched him as he quietly cried for a few minutes, then once he started to 
sober up, I said, "You have to come with me."

"WHY?!" he said with emotion when he faced me.  "Why do I have to hold your hand 
whenever you do something new?  You can read minds and you can make people do 
things for you.  You don't need me.  You never have," he choked.

"You have to come with me," I repeated without emotion.  "If I don't need you, 
then you need me.  Either way, you're coming with me."

Again he stared into my eyes, and after a few moments I asked, "What are you 
doing that for?"

"I..  You used to make me feel better just by looking into my eyes.  I'm sorry.  
I just keep hoping..."

He stared into my eyes a couple of minutes longer before giving up with a yawn, 
then sat back against the wall again with a sigh.

"There's another reason I can't go with you," he said not looking at me.  "The 
plane only had one seat left, and your mom only forward enough money for one 
ticket."

"You're either coming with me or I don't go," I said firmly.  "And since I'm 
going, you better think of a way to get both of us on that plane."

"Shit, Tim.  That's the first thing you've said since you woke up that sounded 
like the real you...  I can't make any promises," he said, stifling another 
yawn, "Let me take a quick nap and then we'll see."

I wasn't the least bit sleepy after napping during the drive there, and once 
Joey was sound asleep, I made sure he would stay that way while I went in search 
for another plane ticket.

Once I had two first class tickets in my pocket, I recruited a pair of American 
stewardesses to help me move Joey to a more comfortable place to sleep, then 
went to the airline's staff room for a long overdue fuck.  I clearly remember 
being disappointed by their performance, having built up high expectations for 
an American women's ability to fuck.

I woke Joey before it was time to board, then went to get him some coffee like 
he had asked.  I had just found a place open inside the terminal when the 
thought occurred he might try and slip out.  So I turned around and hurried 
back, and as I approached the bench where I had left him from behind, my heart 
started to race because he was no longer sitting there.

As I quickly glanced around in hopes of catching sight of him, an older lady 
passed me heading for the bench as fast as she could go.  But when she got 
there, she didn't even try to sit down, but instead she hit Joey over the head 
with her bag while complaining to him in Spanish about how rude he was to be 
taking the whole bench up.

"Shit, lady!  All right!  I'm UP!  Shit," he sputtered sitting up.

He rubbed his eyes then looked around, catching me gaping at him.

"What's with you?  And where's my coffee?" he grumbled.  "Shit, I knew I should 
have never started drinking that shit." 

The announcement for our flight to board came as I opened my mouth to reply, 
then saw the panic on Joey's face as he realized he wouldn't have time to get a 
ticket before the plane left.

"Two first class tickets for the seven o'clock flight to the U S of A," I said, 
waving them in front of his face.  "I'll have Jane get you coffee on the plane 
if you want, but you might as well wait so you can go back to sleep once we're 
in the air."

"Shit," he said with a sleepy grin, but then his face fell from a fit of nerves.

"You're coming with me," I said firmly.

"All right," he sighed.  "Just remember you were the one who wanted me to go."

Despite still being tired, Joey didn't go to sleep until a good hour after we 
were in the air.  Normally I should have been feeling pretty proud of myself, 
for we somewhat had a switching of roles.  Joey had accepted my decision even 
when he didn't want to do it, placing his trust in me as I had done so with him.

But I wasn't feeling proud, amused, happy, or even sad about this or anything.  
I simply knew that he now needed me more than I needed him, and I suppose I must 
have felt that I owed him for what he had done for me.

I pondered on my lack of emotions while a thirteen year old Oklahoma girl 
experimented giving her first blow job.  Every person I examined seemed to be 
full of conflicting motivations because of their emotions kept getting in the 
way.  Kerry, the girl slurping on my cock, was a perfect example to me of how 
emotions got people into trouble.  

She had been alone in her hotel room flipping through channels when she ran 
across an adult channel and got an eye full of some guy's cock.  At first she 
had only been curious, but after the first five or ten minutes, she started 
getting turned on watching that guy get a blow job from a woman with an 
incredibly active tongue.

It grossed her out when the guy came and the woman made a show of letting it 
flow out of her mouth then sucking and licking it all down.  But the next day 
she couldn't help but to flip back to that channel and watch as a different girl 
got fucked by the same guy.

For the rest of the week she watched as much as she dared, faking having 
diarrhea two days in a row in order to stay in their hotel room while her 
parents and little brother explored the town.  She knew it was wrong, and she 
had worried all night that her little brother might mention what he had seen 
when he had turned on the TV, Kerry having forgotten to change the channel 
before she had turned it off.

After Kerry tasted semen for the first time and decided it wasn't all that bad, 
I realized that I did experience one emotion, that being desire to have sex.  
But once I had recovered from my orgasm, I found my mind completely clear of 
such distractions, and quickly hit the self-destruct and sent Kerry back to her 
seat without a memory of her first sexual feat.

I suppose parts of my personality were starting to return, for once I had 
cleared my head of my sexual wants, I started to consider what was moral and 
what was not.

If Joey had scanned my mind when he awoke, he would have found a different 
person than when he had gone to sleep.  I had already decided to curb my sexual 
desires with the goal of becoming completely emotionless and thus free of the 
confusion the people around me seemed to always have.

The plane only took us as far as Houston, Texas, so after we went through 
customs without any passports (not that we needed them), we waited around the 
airport for a couple of hours before boarding a different plane bounded for 
Kansas City.

The flight to Kansas City was the only one available at the time my mom had 
forwarded the money, but I had the impression it would be a long drive home and 
that I didn't live anywhere near Kansas City.

"I didn't tell your mom I was bringing anyone with me," Joey said while we ate 
the in flight dinner.  "Of course that's when I thought I was going to stay in 
Mexico and just send you by yourself.  Uhm, Tim.  There's something I haven't 
told you that you need to get ready for."

"What?" I said between bites.

"Everyone at home thinks you're dead."

"Oh.  Are you going to eat that slice of tomato?"

"You can have it," Joey said after a hesitation.  "But did you hear what I 
said?"

"Yeah.  Everyone thinks I'm six feet under.  I guess mom's going to be surprised 
to see me."

"Shit, Tim.  That's the understatement of the year.  Don't you get it?  She's 
going to get really... emotional, and if you just stand there like you're a 
tree, it's going to just make it worse."

"She's going to get emotional?" I said, finding the concept a bit bitter.  "Then 
I'll wait in the plane until after you.."

"Fuck that shit," Joey said.  "You're the one who wanted to go home.  You're the 
one who said take me to my mom.  Well, you're the one who's going to have to 
calm her down after she falls to pieces hugging you.  Shit, that is if she even 
recognizes you.  You need a haircut, not to mention a bath and a shave.  Come to 
think of it, your hair should have been turning blonde by now.  I wonder why 
it's still dark brown."

"I used to have blonde hair?" I said trying to imagine it.  "That would look 
weird."

"Not as weird as when I had black hair," he said with a touch of amusement.

"Black hair.." I said.  "Yeah, now that would be weird."

I looked over at him and found him deep in thought, his face displaying the 
discomfort the memories he was wallowing in were causing him.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?" he said, snapping out of his trance.

"Make yourself feel bad by thinking about what you did."

"Because I...  Shit, I don't know.  I guess I can't help it.  Shit, Tim.  I hope 
you don't ask something like that when your mom she sees you."

"Yes... I suppose you're right.  Okay then.  What should I do when she gets 
emotional?"

"Fuck, I don't know.  Just be happy to see her and hug her back and stuff.  
Don't go overboard or anything.  That would be even worse than not doing 
anything at all."

"Do I kiss her?" I asked, thinking of the foreplay we had done with the girls 
before I had given it up for being a waste of time.

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll want to kiss you, so you might as well.  But like I said, 
don't go overboard.  Just one or two kisses, then just play it by ear.  We're 
not trying to fool her, just keep her from going into shock."

If I hadn't known the true reason for Joey's nervousness, I would have thought 
he had a fear for landings.  If I could have felt emotion, I probably would have 
been feeling pretty disgusted with his tense and nervous mood.  When the captain 
announced we would be landing soon, Joey started to fidget, then during the 
descent he started making peculiar jokes that caused people to stare.

"I think I'll just hide in the bathroom, okay?" Joey said urgently as soon as 
the seatbelt sign went off.

"Stop making a scene," I said without emotion.  "You're going to have to go 
ahead of me just to warn her before I come out.  Then you can use the bathroom 
in the terminal, okay?"

"Shit.  Fucking shit," he said fighting his desire to flee.  "Okay, but you owe 
me big time for this.  Shit, the things I have to do just to keep my conscience 
from killing me.."

I watched through his eyes as he make his way off the plane, then nearly had to 
go after him when he spotted not just my mom, but his mom, his dad, his sister, 
and his nephew.  I doubt even I could have stopped him if he hadn't noticed 
another person standing beside them.

It took me a few moments to realize the reason his vision had suddenly become so 
blurry was because he was fighting his tears as he approached his family.  I 
gave up on the idea of him preparing my mom for my appearance, for he had ended 
up doing exactly what he had told me my mom would probably do.  He went to 
pieces.

I think Sarah was actually the first to see me, for I noticed her looking 
straight at me without really seeing me, then suddenly looked back over at me 
just as Suzi gasped.

"Oh shit!" Joey said, practically leaping out of his mothers arms to tell my mom 
about me, finding her eyes already staring disbelieving at something while they 
watered up.

"Mom?" I said uncertainly before taking another step towards her.

"Timmy?" she said softly.  "Is that really... you?"

"I was supposed to try and break it to you before you saw him," Joey said 
gently.  "He doesn't remember anything yet, but I was afraid he might..."

"Oh my baby," my mom said as she cautiously stepped up to me and looked 
intensely into my face.  "What have they done to you?"

"I.." I started to say before she carefully wrapped her arms around me and 
pulled my head onto her shoulder.

I remembered to return her hug, then found myself very comfortable and relaxed 
standing there in my mother's arms as she gently cried and rocked us back and 
forth.

When her mind touched mine, her probe instantly recoiled and she physically 
pushed us apart so she could look me in the face.  Her expression was one of 
shock mixed with grief, and then the next thing I knew I was flat on my back 
inside a moving vehicle.

"What's going on?" I asked my mom who was sitting next to me in the limo.  "How 
did I get here?"

"I'm sorry, honey.  I panicked when you didn't feel like anything I recognized.  
I've removed all of Joey's memory inhibitors from your mind so don't get upset 
if you start having flash backs."

"I don't get upset," I said simply.  "Where is Joey?  I don't feel his link any 
more."

"Joey's in the other limo asleep," Suzi said from the other side of the cabin.

"Timmy, please leave him be for now," my mom said when she realized I was 
seeking him out.

"Why did you make him unable to share link?" I said after finding him.  "He 
hasn't done anything to threaten me or anyone else."

"Maybe not that he or you are aware of.  But the possibility does exist that you 
both are under the control of someone else.  Just wait until we get home so your 
father can check you both out.  I've gone over your memories as much as I can, 
but I can't seem to get around Joey's...  cryptic mind, and you don't have your 
memories back yet."

"Samantha?" Suzi said before I could respond.

"Yes, dear.  I think its safe enough, but only for a few minutes, all right?"

"What?" I asked as my mother and Suzi changed places.

"I just wanted to...  To see you, that's all," Suzi said softly.  "Oh Timmy," 
she said with tears filling her eyes.  "I know you don't remember this, but I 
have to tell you now incase I don't get another chance.

"I once told you I couldn't fall in love with you again so soon, but the truth 
was I.."

"You..  You were my...  girlfriend once, weren't you?"

"Yes!  Yes I was!" she said excited.  "I was until about a year ago, then..  
things happened to us..."

"But weren't you Joey's girlfriend?" I said a little confused.

"Well, yes, but I was yours too at the same time.  The three of us were lovers, 
don't you remember that much?"

"No," I said honestly.  "What do you mean the three of us were lovers?  How 
could both Joey and I be your boyfriend at the same time?"

"You and Joey were lovers too, Timmy," she said carefully.  "That's why I said 
we three were lovers."

"But Joey's a guy, and I am too.  How can two guys be lovers?  Are you trying to 
confuse me?  Or is this some kind of joke?"

"You really don't remember any of it, do you?" she said after a moment's 
silence.  "What about Eric?  Do you remember him?"

"Eric...  I'm not sure."

"Suzi, I think that's enough for now," my mom said, putting her arm around her 
shoulder in comfort.  "He'll remember soon enough, just like you and Joey did."

"I know, but.." she said brushing her hand across my cheek.

"Are all American women so emotional?" I asked them.  "Because if they are, 
maybe I should go back to Mexico."

"Over my dead body," my mom said before Suzi shut her gaping mouth.

I closed my eyes to ignore the looks on their faces, and found myself feeling a 
bit sleepy so I drifted off after a while.

I woke to find Suzi again at my side, her face overflowing with their emotions 
while she smiled at me and said, "We're at a gas station and your mom wanted to 
know if you needed to go."

"No, I don't think so," I said, wondering if Suzi would be interested in a quick 
fuck.

"I'm going to ride the rest of the way in the other limo so I can talk to Joey.  
But before I go..."

For a moment I didn't realize she was kissing me, but as soon as her tongue 
slipped between her parted lips, I was instantly hard and ready to go.

I was almost inside her before her struggling finally made it through my arousal 
to my brain and I stopped my dick's advance.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!" Suzi cried when I let her go.  "You're NOT Timmy!  
You're some kind of..  Just stay away from me, whoever you are!" she sobbed as 
she stumbled out of the cabin.

"Women," I simply said, frustrated.

My mom didn't say a thing when she returned, but I could tell she was concerned 
about what had happened, so I brought the subject up myself.

"If Suzi didn't want to fuck, why did she stick her tongue in my mouth?" I 
blurted out.

"There is more to love than just having sex.  You used to know that better than 
I did."

"What does love have to do with it?  I've had sex with lots of girls, but I've 
never loved them.  I don't even love you, but that wouldn't stop me from fucking 
you if I had the chance."

"Tim!" she said shocked.  "Don't ever say something like that again, you hear 
me?"

"Why not?  It's the truth.  You have a great body, so why shouldn't I want to 
fuck you.  I've fucked women much older than you, and I knew several sons in 
Mexico who loved fucking their mothers."

She seemed hypnotized by my playing with my hard dick openly in front of her, so 
I continued for a few minutes until she suddenly reach out towards it.

I didn't expect her to pull my shorts up like she did, for she had found the 
idea of sucking me off very tempting to say the least.

"Now you listen to me, young man.  Your name is Timothy Jasper Brandton, you're 
seventeen years old, and I am your mother.  Right now you haven't a clue about 
what is right and wrong, but over the next month you're going to recover your 
life's memories and regret many of things you have done so far since you woke 
up.  You would never forgive me or yourself if we had sex, so don't EVER tempt 
me again like that.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Understood.  I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, Timmy," she sighed.  "You're so...  cold.  I'll never forgive Gladius for 
what he has done to you."

"Gladius?  Who is Gladius?"

"Don't worry about that now," she said as she started taking off her clothes.  
"Get undressed, honey."

"I thought you said we weren't going to fuck?" I said complying with her 
request.

"We're not.  I'm tired, but I want to hold my son in my arms for a while before 
going to sleep.  Is that all right?"

"I suppose," I said, disappointed.  "I just wish Suzi could have let me... Your 
breast....  It is leaking.."

"I know..  They tend to do that when you have a baby that favors one over 
another," she said, carefully manipulating her right nipple between her fingers 
to cause a stream of milk to squirt out into her other hand.

"I don't know why he doesn't like this side," she said, tasting the puddle of 
milk in her palm.  "It tastes fine to me."

My voice shook as I said, "May I taste it?"

She looked up at me, then thought for a moment as I stood there with my dick 
bobbing with my pulse. 

"Timmy, I will let you only because you are my son, and that seventeen years ago 
you were the one I was making milk for.  But...  You have to promise me that you 
will not do anything more than that.  I'm not sure if I could stop you or myself 
from going too far, so you have to be sure you can stop yourself first, all 
right?"

"I won't fuck you mom.  Now that you explained it to me, I won't let it happen."

"All right then," she said, laying down on the bed which she had pulled out of 
the limo's couch.  "Be careful when you start.  It is very sensitive because 
Richie doesn't use it, even a little painful.  But once you start the milk 
flowing, it will feel better so you'll be able to go a little harder then."

I was strangely nervous as I laid down in front of her facing her chest.  I was 
excited, aroused, yet there was a sense of tenderness and desire to please her 
too.  She shuddered when I carefully licked the single drop of milk off her 
nipple, then after a moment's hesitation, I pressed my lips to her breast and 
instinctively curled my tongue to capture the liquid already dripping from her 
teat without my having applied any suction.

"Careful, baby!" my mother gasped when I momentarily forgot myself and sucked 
rather hard.  "That's better..  Just start slow, then work your speed up, and 
slow down again before you stop.  That's right."

The taste of my mother's milk was at first rather unpleasant, but as I learned 
how to use my tongue to aid my suction and got more milk with each suck, I got 
over the strange taste and found it to be quite good.

Without realizing I was doing it, I rolled my mother onto her back so I could 
lay on top of her while I fed.  I suppose you never lose the instincts you had 
for nursing as a baby, for after I got comfortable, I started to jerk my mouth 
up and down once in a while to get more milk out in a larger gush.

The gasps my mother emitted were entirely pleasurable by that time, and while I 
no longer had a hard on, I was certainly having a good time.

I didn't think about it when I moved my mouth to the other nipple, and I wonder 
if my mom did either right away.  But just as I was started to get the milk to 
flow good, she gently pushed me off saying, "I'm sorry, honey.  We have to save 
that one for Richie."

It took a moment for that to sink in, then I remembered the fact that I hadn't 
kissed her yet and decided now was an appropriate time to do so.

"Thank you, mom.  That was the neatest thing I've ever done.  Or at least the 
neatest thing that I remember," I said before placing my lips on hers.

She accepted the kiss on the lips with only mild hesitation, but when I probed 
her lips with my tongue like Joey had taught me, her reaction was that of 
complete surprise.  But when she didn't try to pull away or resist in any form, 
I decided it had simply been because she hadn't expected it and pressed my 
tongues advance into my mother's mouth.

Some of my kissing experience must have returned, for the kisses we exchanged 
were loving if passionate.  When I had had my fill and stopped to rest for a 
moment, I noticed my mother seemingly aglow in her joy.

"Thank you, baby.  You don't know how long I've waited for that," she said, 
rolling us back onto our sides, then indicating to me to face away from her.

As my mom pressed herself against my back, giving me little kisses on the neck 
and cheek, I found myself feeling very sleepy, probably due to the warm milk in 
my stomach and the feel of my mother's hand rubbing my chest.

"I think I remember doing this before," I said sleepily.  "You were a lot bigger 
then."

"Shhh..." she said in my ear.  "I love you, my baby."

"I love you too, mom," I said, snapping my sleepy eyes wide open when I realized 
it was true.

My eyes drooped back down quickly though, the milk and warmth having the same 
effect as it had seventeen years before.  The last thought I had before slipping 
into the bliss of sleep was wondering where my teddy was, and if my little baby 
brother had his.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 2 - Big Shoes to Fill
(mc mf)

"Timmy, please try to be sensitive to his feelings when he first sees you?" Suzi 
said as she rung the doorbell.  "Don't just walk in and say Hi, Eric."

"Hi, Eric," Suzi said when he answered the door.

"Hi Suz," Eric said surprised.  "I would have..."

Suzi stepped out of the way so he could see who was standing behind her, and 
after a brief moment of not recognizing me, Eric's face became chalky white 
before he rolled his eyes up and promptly fainted.

"Eric!" Suzi said scrambling to break his fall as he collapsed to his right.  
"Tim, just don't stand there, help me!" she said holding on to his limp 
shoulders while partially straddling him.

I stepped inside, then after looking around a moment, I shut the door.

"That was a lot of help," Suzi said frustrated as she laid Eric's head gently on 
the floor and stood up.  "Help me get him onto the couch, and please be.."

"..careful," she said as Eric's body got up and went over to the couch all by 
its self.

"Was that okay?" I asked her.

She just sighed, then went to sit down next to Eric without a word.

"He cut his hair," I mentioned as I walked over and stood at his feet.

"He cut it for your funeral," she said stroking his forehead and cheek.  "Eric 
and I helped each other through it, but he still hasn't gotten over it.  I wish 
you could feel things again.  He hasn't been the same since you..."

Eric stirred, so Suzi slipped down the couch a little further, then bent over to 
give Eric a kiss on the lips.  I watched patently as Eric's arms and hands 
sluggishly came to life, raising themselves to hold Suzi's head steady as he 
obviously began returning the kiss.

I wasn't sure when the kissing actually stopped, for they seemed to have a few 
moments just looking in each others eyes before he said, "Sorry if I scared you.  
That guy looked like Tim for a moment.  I thought it was his ghost or 
something."

"Eric, he's not a ghost. See?" she said getting excited while moving over so he 
could see me again.

"Hi, Eric," I simply said when his expression this time was simply one of shock.

"Grrrr," Suzi said, but I ignored her since Eric had sat up.

"But how?  I saw the explosion.." he said, reaching out to touch me, stopping 
before he did.  "Are you sure it's him?"

"Sure I'm sure," Suzi said, sitting behind him and draping herself across his 
back.  "But he isn't himself, so don't get upset if he doesn't act right."

"I still don't remember everything," I said carefully. "But I do remember us and 
some of the things we did."

"I don't understand.." Eric said.  "How can he be alive when they confirmed he 
was in the car when it hit the train?  They found his body..." he said before 
shuddering.

"His mom said his dental records were switched with someone else's, and that 
someone was who was in the car when the train hit it."

"My mom and dad both pretty much suspected I wasn't really dead.  I've never had 
a cavity, and the body in the car had two fillings.  But they couldn't tell 
anyone because they were trying to find out who did it."

"She did tell someone," Suzi said.  "About a week after the funeral, she called 
me and asked me if I could help her go through some of your stuff.  I didn't 
really want to, but I knew if I didn't go I'd never forgive myself.  When I got 
there, she took me to your room, but instead of going through your stuff to 
pitch what we didn't want, she told me about the fillings and asked me to help 
her look for anything that might be missing or a clue to who could have taken 
you."

"I didn't know you knew," I simply said, sitting down on the couch next to Eric 
after he had made room.

"You mean all that time.."  Eric said looking at her.  "All that time you spent 
with me after the funeral, you knew he wasn't really dead?  Why didn't you tell 
me!?!"

"I'm sorry, Eric!" Suzi said, seeing how upset he was.  "She made me so I 
couldn't tell anyone, especially you.  They thought whoever took Tim planted the 
memory of his death in your mind, and didn't want to take the chance that you 
might somehow warn.."

"I can't believe you lied to me," Eric said with tears running down his face.  
"You were the only person who made me feel like I could live without him, and 
all that time you knew?"

"Eric," Suzi cried when he stood up.  "Please don't feel this way?!  I didn't 
have a choice!  I wanted to tell you so bad, but I couldn't because Sam.."

"You're being very emotional for no reason, Eric," I said, standing up and 
catching his arm as he turned to leave the room.  "My mom must have programmed 
her so she couldn't remember it when she was with you or anyone else.  She never 
lied to because she simply didn't know except when she was alone or with my mom 
or dad."

"Oh," Eric said, my calm words having penetrated his chaotic emotions to reach 
his intelligent self.  "So she really was as miserable as I was?"

"Eric, I was even more miserable," Suzi said between tears.  "You only lost Tim.  
I lost Tim, Joey, and Brandon," she said before placing her face between her 
arms on the sofa's arm rest and started to cry in earnest.

"I'm sorry, Suzi," Eric sobbed, rushing up beside her and kneeling on the floor.  
"I..."

Eric fell apart at that point, but accepted Suzi's embrace so they could cry 
together.  I stood there wondering how I ever managed to put up with their 
emotional instability, then recalled times where I had been the one who was 
crying in their arms.

The nice thing about not feeling emotions was I had a lot of patience for 
practically everything.  I calmly waited for them to settle down, then handed 
them the box of Kleenexes I had been holding, Eric snickering at me for doing 
so.

"What?" I said, not seeing what he thought was funny.

"You wouldn't understand, Timmy," Suzi said sniffing and grinning.

"What exactly is wrong with him?" Eric said after studying me a moment.

"We're not sure, exactly," Suzi said.  "He doesn't seem to have any.. feelings."

"She means I don't seem to experience emotions like the rest of you do.  
Actually, I don't consider it to be a bad thing.  I can think much clearer 
without my emotions getting in the way."

"But what about the good ones?" Eric said, reaching up to grasp my hand.

"What about them?  They were just as distracting as the bad ones, and good 
feelings seemed to always be followed by bad ones."

"You sound like that guy from Star Trek, Mister Spock," Eric said while peering 
into my eyes like Joey had.  "I can't believe you won't feel anything from me 
doing this."

The only reason I allowed him to kiss me was because I hadn't expected him to do 
it like that, and even though I wanted to pull away to end the kiss, I clearly 
saw the damage I would do if I rejected him like that.

But the kiss only lasted a few moments, then Eric was again gazing into my eyes 
with a more desperate expression on his face.  He looked in my eyes for several 
minutes without saying a word, then finally he tensed up and backed away with a 
colder expression than I had thought possible for his face to make.

"That's not Tim.  Tim's dead," he said with conviction.

"It is Tim, Eric.  He's just not.."

"I know what you said.  He isn't himself.  Well, you're right.  He isn't himself 
because he isn't Tim.  He does look a lot like Tim, and maybe he has some of 
Tim's memories, but I know...  I KNOW it isn't him."

"You're being emotional again," I pointed out.

"Get out of my house, you fake," Eric said coldly.

"Eric, I know it's hard, but it really is Timmy.  Just give him some time to 
remember.."

"Suzi, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you and Mr. Spock need to leave 
now," Eric said with a rough edge to his voice.  "I have chores to do."

"But Eric!" Suzi said desperately.

"I think he's right, Suzi," I said.  "Let's go.  He just needs time to think."

"But.." Suzi said, not resisting my hand leading her to the front door.

"Bye Suz.  I'll see you at school tomorrow," Eric said with stern but a shaky 
voice.

"Good bye, Eric.  I hope you feel.. less emotional," I said before closing the 
door after us.

"Yeah, I bet you do," I heard him say before he let out a sob.

"Tim, we can't leave him like this," Suzi said, turning to go back inside.

"Suzi, right now your mind is clouded with your feelings for him, but if you go 
back inside and try to convince him I'm who I am, you'll only alienate him.  Let 
him get over the shock, then talk to him.  You had the same reaction when you 
kissed me and I tried to fuck you, remember?"

"I guess you're right," she sighed.  "I didn't want to believe it was you, but 
after I calmed down, Joey and I talked and...  I think I'll go over and see Joey 
now.  Do you want me to drop you off? Or will you go with me?"

"I'll go with you," I said as she leaned into me with her arm wrapping around my 
back.  "I still don't understand why he was so afraid of my memories returning.  
I know he wasn't himself, so why would I blame him for what he did?"

"You really don't, do you?" she said, stopping us and facing me.  "Can I ask you 
something that might sound strange for me to ask?"

"I don't see why not," I said.

"Does anyone matter to you?"

"What you do mean?"

"Like, if your mom or dad, or Joey, or even me just suddenly died, would you.. 
even care?"

"Care?  Or do you mean grieve?  To be honest with you, I don't know.  But I'd 
rather not find out.  I pretty sure I would miss you.  Is that good enough?"

She didn't answer me right away, having gone around to the other side of her 
car, so I waited for her to let me in.  She hesitated before unlocking my door, 
then looked me in the eyes like Joey and Eric had when I sat down.

"I'm sorry, Suzi, but whatever you all keep looking for in my eyes just isn't 
there anymore," I said calmly.  "Maybe it will come back when I remember more, 
but right now I'd much rather not have to wait through another emotional scene 
before we go over to Joey's."

She stiffened from my words, then after she closed her eyes for a few moments, 
she started the car and pulled out without making a single sound.

"By the way," I said after a long period of silence.  "Joey said a few things to 
me before we got on the plane that you might like to know."

"Like?" she said softly.

"He said that even while he was raping girls and planning things to get back at 
me, he still loved you."

"Well, he sure had a funny way of showing it," she said coldly.

"He couldn't take the chance of losing control of himself and hurt you when he 
was with you.  He said that's why he stayed away from you.  And I know you were 
the real reason he didn't want to come back with me."

"What do you mean, I was the reason?" she said, glancing at me for a moment 
before returning her eyes to the road. 

"Joey said he was afraid you would hate him or fear him or something.  He said 
he couldn't handle seeing it in your eyes.  Why does everyone look for emotions 
in other people's eyes?  I've been watching other peoples eyes ever since Joey 
said that, and I still haven't seen anything."

"What else did he say about me?" she said softly, ignoring my question.

"I don't think he said anything else, but when he got off the plane and saw his 
family was with my mom, he was going to run before they saw him, but then he saw 
you and didn't."

"He did?  How do you know if he didn't... Oh.  I guess you were linked with 
him."

"I was watching out of his eyes until they started tearing up.  Why did you go 
to the airport anyway?  You didn't even give him a hug like everyone else did."

"He didn't seem to want one," she said with a few sniffs.  "I thought he didn't 
care about me anymore, but now..."

"Suzi, if you need to cry again, pull over and let me drive.  I think I remember 
how."

"No," she said, speeding up a little.  "I'm okay."

A couple of minutes later, Suzi swerved into Joey's driveway and jerked the car 
to a stop, her excitement making her hands shake as she pulled the keys from the 
ignition.  

But before getting out, she looked over at me with a big smile and said, 
"Thanks, Timmy.  For telling me, I mean."

"You're welcome," I said just as her car door slammed shut.

"Shit, Suz," Joey said from the front door.  "You probably left tire marks on 
the driveway from the way pulled in.  Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You want to know why am I in such a hurry?" she said grinning as she walked up 
to his face.  "This is why."

Joey stumbled backwards when Suzi threw her arms over his head and kissed him 
with every ounce of energy she could put out.  He clung to the door handle 
behind him with one hand until he had slid down to the ground, then used that 
hand to help hold her against him as they continued to exchange their passionate 
and loving kisses.

They didn't even stop when Margaret opened the door to see what was causing the 
door to creak, and they ended up blocking the door from closing when Joey laid 
down across the threshold, halfway in, halfway out.

"Shit, you two," Margaret said when they finally came up for air.  "Next time 
you're going to do that, do it somewhere besides the front door.  I don't want 
to have step over you if the house is burning down."

"Sorry, mom," Joey said turning red.

"Now get yourselves off the floor and let me close this door.  Shit, you'd think 
we were trying to air condition the whole outdoors!  Oh, I'm sorry Tim.  I 
didn't see you there," she said after nearly closing the door in my face.

"How do you feel?" Joey said to me after giving his mom a hug for the heck of 
it.

"I'm fine.  I wish people would stop asking me that."

"Sorry," he said giving me a friendly pat on the back.

Then he turned to Suzi and said, "I take it you two have been talking about me?"

"Look in my eyes, Joey," Suzi simply said.  "What do you see in there?"

"I see.. I see.." he said grinning.  Then his smile disappeared and he said in 
complete sincerity, "I love you Suzi."

"I know that now.  I'm sorry that Tim had to tell me.   I should have.."

"Shhh.." Joey interrupted.  "Let's forget what we did or didn't do, and just 
concentrate on the now.  I swear to you that I have never loved another as much 
as I love you."

I left them in each other's arms in the hallway and joined Joey's mom in the 
living room watching TV.

"What' wrong, Tim?  Don't you want to be with Joey and Suzi?"

"Sure I do.  But right now they don't have room for someone like me."

"What do you mean they don't have room for you?" she said sitting up concerned.

"Sorry.  Poor choice of words.  What I mean is, they're having an emotional 
moment that I can't partake in.  Did you get a satellite dish while I was dead?"

"What?  Oh.. Uhh, yes.  Yes we did," she replied with difficulty.  

She wanted to talk to me about my problem, but like so many others, she felt it 
was inappropriate and was hesitant to do so.  But then she remembered who it was 
she was talking too, the little boy who had asked her so many questions that had 
required frank answers from her, and so she decided it was time to collect on 
some frank answers of her own.

"Tim, your mother told me you were having troubles with feeling emotions, but I 
never..  Do you feel any at all?"

"Unfortunately, yes.  But I'm working on eliminating it."

"What?  Why?"

"Because..  Well, right now I'd love to have sex with my best friend's mother, 
and I know that isn't something I should do."

"You're serious, aren't you?"  she stammered.

"Of course I'm serious," I said, finding the movie uninteresting as my arousal 
continued to grow.  "I don't remember, but have we ever fucked?"

She studied me a few moments, then looked down the hall finding Suzi and Joey 
had disappeared.

"Not properly, no," she said in a hushed voice. "I've had dreams.. nightmares 
really, where you or Joey changed me back into that creature..  I'm sorry, Tim.  
I keep forgetting you don't remember a lot of these things."

"That's okay," I said flatly. "I'm used to it."

"You left some pretty big shoes to fill, so don't let yourself get swamped by it 
all when you start feeling like your old self.  Joey, Suzi, Tom and I have all 
gone through it, so you can always talk to one of us if you need to, okay?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Con...ner..." I said just as my awareness began sensing something.

"Tim, what's the matter?" she said with rising concern.

"I think.. I think I better find... Joey."

I nearly stumbled out of the room while my mind continued picking up... movement 
of some kind, movement that wasn't there.

"Joey," I called strongly yet not panicky.  "JOEY!"

I heard his reply, then a door opened from down the hall just as I started to 
become disorientated.

"Tim, what's wrong?!" Joey said as I dazedly sank to the floor.

"I.. don't know..  I'm dizzy and...  I keep...  feeling something...  Lot's of 
somethings...  floating around my.. and your head...  In your head..."

"Awe shit," Joey said, realizing what was happening.  "Tim, listen to me.  
You're going to start seeing the symbols, but I want you to promise me you won't 
lose yourself in watching them.  You pay attention to what your other senses are 
telling you, you got that?"

"Yeah, I got that.  So...  So this is normal?"

"I guess it is for you," he said as Suzi walked up behind him.

"What's going on?" Suzi asked.  "Why are you on the floor?"

"I'm just a little... dizzy," I said before closing my eyes and giving in to the 
sensations which were trying to overcome me.

I don't know how long I was out of touch with the outside world, but when I came 
too from being engulfed in a sea of symbols, I found myself in bed in a slightly 
familiar room.

"This isn't my room," I stated for the record before getting up and walking to 
the door.

"This is Joey's room," I continued to say as I walked out into the hall, dressed 
only in my boxer shorts with a visible woody that I ignored.

"Well look who's up," Margaret said from the dinner table as I entered the 
kitchen.

"How do you feel?" Joey asked, putting down his fork and standing up to help me 
if I needed it.

"Hungry, a little stiff, but other than that, I'm fine.  What is that?"

"Spaghetti," Joey's father said,  "Pull up a chair, son."

"Joey, do I like spaghetti?" I asked while I grabbed a chair from the corner and 
sat down at the table.

"Yeah, you do.  You love mom's spaghetti sauce.  You used to take some sauce 
home with you until you figured out how to make it yourself."

"I would have thought having a preference in taste was an emotion," Tom 
speculated.

"I never thought of it that way, and since I definitely do not like spinach, it 
must be something more physical than emotional."

I took a bite, then took another, finding the taste to be somewhat familiar.  It 
was on my third bite when I noticed everyone staring at me, so I said, "MMMM.. 
Good," and continued to shovel it away.

I was just about to start on seconds when I started feeling a little dizzy 
again, and said so.

"Do you want to lay down?" Margaret said concerned.

"I don't really.. want to even move.." I said, while things swirled around me.

"Shit, dad.  Maybe we should have taken him home like you said," Joey said.

"Too late now," I said as I felt the movements intensify.  "I'm starting to feel 
something else going on...  Where's Suzi?" I said, trying to keep my attention 
on the outside world like Joey had told me to do the first time.

"Huh?  She went home over an hour ago."

"Oh.  I wonder if she forgot to..." I said before shuddering from the intensity 
of the new sensations I was feeling.  "Has anyone watched the weather?  I'm 
thinking of going sun bathing tomorrow and want to get a good tan," I randomly 
said with some trouble.

"I'm going to call Samantha," Margaret said, getting up.

"Tim, speak to me buddy.  What's goooiiinnnggg ooonnnn..."

Time seemingly slowed to an almost stand still before my very eyes.  Or more 
like my mind had sped up to the point where everything around me was no longer 
moving.  In fact, I couldn't budge a muscle, even my breathing seemed to have 
stopped.

Then just as suddenly, everything returned to its normal speed, my earlier 
attempt to move causing me to jerk myself off the seat.  Then as I got back up 
on my chair, I became aware of the symbols flying around their heads, and a few 
coming at me from Joey.

"Hey, I see symbols everywhere," I said calmly.  "Do you know what they all 
mean?"

"Shit, Tim.  You had me scared shitless for a moment," Joey said he sat back 
down.  "You're the only one who knew them all as far as I know.  I can decode 
one at a time, but you're just going to have to wait until you remember them to 
know what they all mean.  It would take me forever to do them all."

"Oh..  Can you pass the sauce please?" I said, deciding to get on with the 
business at hand.

After talking to my mom on the phone to reassure her, then eating my fill of 
spaghetti, Joey took me home for the night.

"Joey, Suzi said we were lovers at one time," I said while we sped down the 
highway.  "We really didn't kiss each other, did we?"

"Heh..  Uhm..  Hmm..  Well?.. Yeah, we did."

"Oh.  Then it was okay that we did?"

"Yeah," he said without commenting.

"Did I ever kiss girls then?" I queried, thinking of the way Eric had kissed me 
earlier that day.

"Fuck, yeah.  You weren't no fag, ya know.  I mean.. Shit. Can't you just wait 
until your memory returns?  I don't want to bias you accidentally.  You really 
don't know how easy it was for you to do that to me when I was recovering from 
my wipe."

"But... I just have one more question."

"Oh, all right. What?"

"Do you expect me to ever kiss you again?"

"Shit, Tim.  Why don't you just ask me the million dollar question..."

"That isn't an answer."

"I know it isn't.  Look, right now my mind is still buzzing from what Suzi and I 
did today.  Fuck, I'd kiss you right now just because you made that happen, but 
it isn't the kind of kiss you're talking about.  I guess the plain and simple 
truth is, I don't know."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I'd enjoy kissing you.  It 
wouldn't be right."

"I guess then that means we won't ever find out the answer to your question," he 
sighed.  "Well, I know one thing for sure.  I do like kissing Suzi, and I'll 
always be grateful for you getting us back together.  Thanks, Timmy."

"You're welcome," I said automatically before sensing the first twinge of 
another emotion, one that I couldn't immediately identify.

"By the way, how are the twins?  I haven't seen them yet, and you haven't 
mentioned anything about them."

"The twins?  What twins?" I said, trying to remember who he was talking about.

Joey looked over at me in shock, then quickly pulled off the road and jerked to 
a stop.

"You mean you haven't seen Joy or Honey since you've been back?"

"Who?  No, I haven't.  Were they our girlfriends too?"

"No.. I mean.. Well no, not girlfriends.  Shit.  I guess I'm coming in with you 
after all," he said as he looked over his shoulder and pulled back on the 
highway.

I observed he was going at least thirty miles an hour above the speed limit from 
that point on, and I was considering saying something when he took an exit ramp 
and went a different route than I had been accustomed to.

"Are we still going to the North mansion?" I asked him.

"Yeah.  Shit Tim.  You showed me this way yourself.  It's not any faster, but 
it's more fun to drive."

More dangerous, actually.  The curves on that road were very sudden and sharp, 
and the one lane bridges made it that much more exciting.  But on that night, I 
wasn't finding anything exciting about that road.  All I could see was how big 
of a risk he was taking with our lives for apparently no good reason.

But I kept my opinions to myself as we swerved, sped up then suddenly slow down 
again, for Joey was enjoying himself and I still was motivated towards pleasing 
him just a bit.  He had been my idol for what seemed to me as a long time, so I 
just relied on his skill as a driver to get us home safe.

He did just that, but when he pulled up to the garage and honked, I must have 
not been thinking straight when I said, "Next time, do me a favor.  Go the 
regular way."

"Huh?  You didn't like that?"

"I didn't enjoy the endangerment of our very lives like you did, no."

"Shit, Tim.  I hate to say it, but if your emotions don't show up soon, you're 
gonna be a pretty boring guy to hang with."

"At least I'll be around to hang with.  You may not be if you drive like that 
all the time.  Do you have any idea how many laws you broke just on the drive 
here?  Fifteen, that's how many.  You could have been locked up for.."

"Hey," he said showing a bit of irritation.  "You know what made me hate you so 
much before?"

"No, what?"

"I hated you telling me what was right and wrong, what I should and should not 
do, that's what.  So don't start that shit with me again.  If I do something to 
you that you don't like, then that's one thing.  But other than that, keep you 
fucking morals to yourself, you got that?"

"Understood.  However, in this case I must point out that I was in the car with 
you, and therefor this falls within the category of.."

"Drop it, Tim.  Just drop it.  I won't drive you anywhere anymore, okay?  
Happy?"

"I suppose that will suffice," I said without emotion.

"Good.  Now I need you to shut up for a few minutes so I can cool off.  Shit, I 
thought I had gotten rid of these kind of feelings.  You really can piss me off, 
you know that?"

I didn't reply, taking his request for silence seriously which it had been.

"On second thought, maybe you being like this isn't such a bad thing," he said a 
few moments later with a grin.  "You sure don't argue with me like you used to."

My mom was already in bed, trying to catch up on some sleep.  Richie wasn't 
giving her much peace at night, waking her up with his crying more than a 
regular infant would have.

(She had explained to me that I had also been a very troubled baby when it came 
to sleeping, but she knew from day one it was because my mind was sensing the 
thoughts of others around us.  Apparently neither of us got any decent rest 
until we had taken up residence at her old childhood home in the woods.  At the 
time she thought the reason for this was because my grandparents farmhouse was 
so isolated from its neighbors that I simply couldn't pick their thoughts up.  
But I realized later that because telepathy wasn't limited by distance but the 
number of minds in between, it must have been something related to what made the 
cellar impervious to telepathy and sensing other's thoughts.)

(But taking Richie to the old farm house wouldn't help in this case, for Richie 
hadn't been born with his telepathy switched on like I had.  In fact, his 
telepathy hasn't surfaced even to this day.  But he does possess the potential 
because the coin test says so, and as far as I know, that test has yet to fail.)

We found my dad in the north study watching a movie that had just been released 
in the theatres.  We almost forgot what we were there for, Joey having gotten 
caught up in the movie's action the moment we entered the room.

"Dad," I called when the movie had settled down a bit.  "We have a question for 
you."

"Oh yeah," Joey said, snapping out of his trance and following me towards the 
center cushions.

The movie stopped by the time we reached him, and I was some what surprised to 
find him laying against a woman's bare chest while another was at his crotch 
sucking away.  At that moment I had a flash back of the first time I had seen 
him like that, and barely was able to recall who the twins were from that brief 
moment of time.

"Tim says he doesn't know who the twins are," Joey began.  "Where are they?  Why 
hasn't he seen them?"

My dad's expression darkened a bit as he said, "I sent them away as soon as I 
found out that it was Gladius who had taken Tim.  I should have realized it 
sooner, but I would have never believed they could have had something to do with 
it."

"What do you mean they had something to do with it?"

"Joey, what I'm about to tell you is something that I had sworn to never reveal 
to anyone under the terms of my contract with Gladius.  But considering he broke 
that contract by using the girls on my own son, I no longer am held to keeping 
this to myself.  However, because there are a large number of telepaths who do 
not know this about his girls, you can not tell anyone.  Understand?  It could 
cause a war between telepaths that would be beyond your imagination."

"Understood," Joey said after swallowing hard.

"Tim already knew this, but I suppose he never told you the girls had seeded you 
with their controls."

"They what?" Joey said shocked.  "I know they enslaved me that one time, but 
they undid everything right afterwards."

"What they actually did was they planted their controls in you, then restored 
your personality on top of it.  Any pair of Gladius's empathic twins could 
instantly trigger those controls at any time they wished, making you do whatever 
they wanted you to do without any possibility of you recalling the experience 
later.  Besides you and Tim, Honey and Joy seeded Eric and a few men who I 
needed to.. lets just say I no longer consider them a threat.  But the twins' 
ability has been weakening ever since they didn't seed you in that first fuck."

"Hey, I think I remember something about that," I interrupted.  "Something to do 
with... black collars?"

"Yeah," Joey said, pleased with my recalling that event.  "We almost left them 
there, standing in front of the mansion holding their collars out in front of 
them if I hadn't looked back and saw them."

"Yeah, and then we went in and..  I made you and Suzi my slaves?"

"Only for a few minutes.  Don't worry about it.  It's all ancient history."

"But not to the girls, it wasn't," my dad insisted.  "You don't understand what 
they gave up by not seeding you that first time, not to mention the vow of 
loyalty to me they broke by taking the collars off.  It was the first time any 
of Gladius's girls had ever done something like that, and that's probably one of 
the reasons Gladius wanted Tim under his control.

"The only thing I blame the girls for now is breaking their loyalty to me and 
Tim in order to regain their full potentials.  I'm not sure of any of the 
details of their involvement, but I do know that they triggered their controls 
in Eric while another pair triggered Tim's, and I'm fairly certain another pair 
did the same with you, Joey.  You already said that some of your memories of 
what happened were probably planted by Gladius's girls."

"Yeah.  But how do you know Joy and Honey were involved?  I can't believe they 
would be apart of something like this."

"Right after Tim's so called accident, Gladius showed up to convey his 
condolences and asked to see how the twins were handling it.  I think Honey and 
Joy were feeling guilty about what they did, but I naturally attributed it to 
being grief for Tim's death.  So when Gladius offered to take the twins back 
with him and restore their strength to help them cope, I didn't think twice 
about it.  But now I know it was part of their agreement."

"Dad," I said while he paused for affect.  "I'm remembering more and more about 
the twins, and I remember them being very upset about...  about my.. emotional 
state?  I have the impression they considered me to be a terminal case.  If that 
is true, then they may have believed they were saving my life.."

My dad sat there staring at me while something ran through his mind, then he 
suddenly exclaimed, "I believe you're right!  That's what they must have been 
trying to explain to me before Gladius took them...  Oh my God.."

"What?" Joey asked as my dad covered his face in grief.

"When the girls came back, they were their old selves, just like before you and 
Tim...  My girls..  My baby girls..  How could I have done such a thing?  They 
knew they were going to be altered by him, but I just wasn't listening to what 
they were trying to tell me.."

"Dad, where are they now?" I asked.

"I've sent them to live at the England mansion when I thought they had betrayed 
me.  But everything Joy and Honey were, everything that made them more REAL to 
me...  All that is gone.  I didn't know I was killing my girls when I was 
grieving for my mother's and son's death."

"Your mother's," I said, not having heard about this.

"About a week before your...  accident, my mother died in her sleep," he said 
softly.

"Mr. Grodmen.." Joey said with a look of deep thought on his face.  "I doubt 
what Gladius had done to the twins would be any different than what he did to 
Tim.  I saw at least two sets of male twins while I was there, and they were 
completely under the control of another pair of female twins.  They might have 
give them new personalities and memories like they did to Tim.  Since I was able 
to restore Tim, then maybe when Tim gets all his marbles back, he can do 
something for the girls."

"Dad, I'd like to see them.  I think it would help me remember more about my 
empathic abilities now that I remember I even have them."

My dad sullenly nodded his head, then motioned he wanted to be alone.  I 
hesitated leaving him like that, but Joey took my arm and directed me to leave 
with him by a simply tug.

"Why didn't you want me to talk to him?" I asked when we entered the hall.

"Because I think he'd just get more upset seeing how different you act since 
your...  Heh...  Since your death.  You understand what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Good.  So..  If the twins haven't been around to get you off in the mornings, 
what have you been doing for sex the past three days?"

"My mom has been taking care of me," I said.

"WHAT!" Joey exclaimed.  Then he saw the inkling of a smile on my face, he said, 
"Holy shit!  You were joking!"

"Just a little joke," I said, suddenly losing the humor of the moment.  
"Actually, mom has been helping me get better control of my arousal by doing 
things like letting me shower with her, or kissing her, or.."

"What do you mean kissing her?  You mean on the cheek?"

"No.  On the lips.  Frenching mostly, but sometimes she makes me practice just 
dry kissing."

"Shit.  You know, you're going to have a guilt trip when you get all your 
marbles back.  You would have never frenched kissed your mom before."

"That's not what you said on the plane."

"I never said anything about french kissing her.  I was talking about.. you 
know.. kisses on the cheeks and stuff."

"Oh.. Well now you tell me.  No wonder she was so surprised.  But she never said 
anything about it.  Are you sure I shouldn't?"

"That you will have to decide yourself, amigo.  If Sam didn't say anything about 
it, then I guess I shouldn't either," he said, adjusting his pants as he walked.

"You're horny, aren't you," I stated.

"Yeah," he said with a little grin.  "You?"

"Unfortunately."

"Is there anything we can do about it?"

"Like what?"

"Well, like finding two willing and able servants to fuck."

"I thought you said you would only love Suzi?"

"Suzi doesn't care if I fuck a few of your dad's girls once in a while.  Wait 
till you remember the ring slaves, then you'll understand."

"The ring slaves...  Uhm, okay.  Well, if we're going to find someone to fuck, 
where do we go?  This place is huge."

"Follow me," Joey said wearing a wicked grin.

We entered the section of the mansion where the house staff lived, naturally 
there being several fine looking young women who were quite pleased to line up 
nude for us so we could choose.

"Kind of reminds you of old times, eh?" Joey said, feeling a well endowed light 
brown haired woman's snatch with his hand.

"Not really.  We didn't get to see them nude until after we had picked them.  
Remember that one woman who had padding in her bra?"

"Yeah.  You fucked her anyway, didn't you."

"Well, a cunt was a cunt, and that's all I cared about.  But now..." I said, 
giving a bleach blonde's two inch diameter nipples a lick.  "I like a little 
more tit to my fuck."

"You know... Your mom's breasts are bigger than they used to be.  I guess she's 
breast feeding Richie, huh?"

"Yeah, but just not him." I said.

"What do you mean..  You're kidding me again, aren't you?"

"Nope..  Richie favors her left one, so she lets dad and I share the right one.  
It tastes kind of strange at first, but it's really a turn on, if you know what 
I mean."

"Shit..  I can't believe you get to..  Man, that would be wild!"

"You want to try it?  I think she'd let you."

"Yeah, man..  Wow..  Okay, I want this one," he said, gently pulling the darkly 
tanned brunette with nice firm yet not too large tits by her slit to him.

"Uhm, I think..." I said, glancing between the bleach blonde and a cute 
oriental.  "I think..  I guess both of you.."

"Shit, you are horny."

"Well, talking about my mom's tits can do that to me."

We went to my room with our intended fucks, and didn't waste any time getting 
stripped and in bed with them.  I was kind of surprised by Joey's immediate 
penetration, for it had been the first time I had seen him just start fucking 
without any foreplay.  Of course that was what I did myself, having only sucked 
the blonde's tits a few moments before sliding into her and going to town.

As I felt my orgasm approaching, I began recalling different things about what I 
could do to a woman while we fucked.  I blocked my orgasm from peaking, then 
began experimenting with my magic touch, finding how good it made me feel to 
give the woman underneath me as much pleasure as I could.

Joey was asleep by the time I had worn the blonde maid out, so I took the 
oriental kitchen worker into the bathroom and tried something new.

I suspended the commands which had made her a slave, then as the nineteen year 
old woman came to senses, I captured her eyes with mine and started generating 
incredible strong emotions of happiness and attraction, using my empathic 
abilities in a way I had never considered possible before.

Her fear and confusion disappeared moments after they had formed, then she 
reached out and hesitantly touched my bare chest before pressing her hand 
against it while rubbing it up and down.

I eased up on the strength of the attraction I was projecting, and when her hand 
didn't stop her caresses, I began projecting different emotions just to see what 
her reaction was.

While I didn't exactly abuse her, I did cause her a considerable amount of 
stress as I played with her emotions while seeking out information on how to 
best use these new found powers I had.  Once I had mastered fear and 
unhappiness, I primarily focused on the best way to get her want to fuck me 
whenever I felt like it without having to directly control her in anyway.

By the time I had worked all that out, she was so tired from her ordeal that I 
didn't even fuck her, just restored the slave commands and sent her to bed with 
the rest.  But I wasn't about to quit unsatisfied, so I woke Joey's pick and 
quickly had her in the bathroom with her mind temporarily free of commands.

She never even formed a single fear before her arousal rocketed at the sight of 
my dick.  I had complete control over my own emotions, and thus I had complete 
control over her by projecting into her what I wanted her to feel.  

I learned a great deal from that one fuck.  By the time I had allowed myself to 
shoot my seed inside her ass, the girl had done every form of sexual intercourse 
we could imagine, and I literally had worn her and myself out.

Before I fell asleep, however, I sensed how wrong it had been to play with them 
and other girls like that.  They had no choice about it, and I realized that 
having the choice was what life was really about.

As I let my eyes close, I understood what Joey's mom had meant.  Filling my own 
shoes wasn't going to be easy, but I knew it was inevitable that I would in 
time.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 3 - Tests of One's Character
(no sex)

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr...  Grodmen wasn't it?" Mr. Higgs said, shaking 
the hand of my dad.

"That's correct.  I've heard a lot about you from Tim.  I'd like to thank you 
for being so... understanding with him.  He's been through a lot, you know."

"Yes, I know," Higgs said, giving me an emotional look that I instantly 
responded with a fake but convincing weak grin.

"Where's Joey?" I asked as we sat down.

"I decided it would be best to have separate meetings with you two, seeing how 
last year you both didn't get along too well."

"They've reconciled their differences for the time being," my mom answered for 
me.  "Joey is for the most part back to being his old self, but..."

"But I'm not," I continued for my mom.  "I may not have all my memories yet, and 
emotions still elude me for the most part, but I'm not handicapped by these 
things."

"From what I understand," Higgs interrupted before either of my parents could 
argue with my statement.  "Your mental and emotional, er, recovery is just a 
factor of time, correct?"

"Mental yes," my mother replied hesitantly.

"It's the emotional recovery we're not certain about," my dad continued.  "He's 
resisting the return of his feelings."

"I am not," I said calmly.  "I've only had a few emotional sensations since I 
woke up, and while I have said I don't wish to restore them, I haven't resisted 
feeling them when they happen.  They just don't last very long, and are not very 
strong, that's all."

"That may be a problem," Higgs said, sitting back in his chair with a frown.  "I 
had to have Joey removed from school for a few weeks last year to go through 
intensive psychiatric therapy after he exploded in the middle of class and 
started throwing the desks around.  If you suddenly have a strong emotional 
moment while in class, who knows what you might do.  At least Joey could be 
subdued physically.  I don't think anyone could stop you if.. er, if you put 
your mind to it."

"Sounds like we will have to go with my idea after all," my dad said 
confidently.

"What was that?" Mr. Higgs asked.

"He want's to hire a scholar and copy their high school and college knowledge 
into my head instead of me bothering to learn any of it on my own," I replied.

"You said yourself that's what you did half the time anyway," my dad pointed 
out.

"Yes, but then what would I do all day?  I liked school, and to simply be 
programmed with someone else's knowledge like that seems like cheating on life.  
And when I did it before, I always took different portions from different people 
so I wouldn't get a one sided view of it all.  Mr. Higgs, I think I would get a 
better education here, at school, while I am with my friends than from some 
stuffy scholar who doesn't remember what high school was like.

"And to be honest with you, the few emotional moments I've had have all been 
positive feelings.  Oh, there is one emotion I've had for almost the entire time 
though.  But my mom has been helping me control it and I think I'm strong enough 
that you wouldn't have to worry about it."

"What emotion is it?  Fear?  Sadness?  Anger?"

"No, nothing like that.  I just get horny pretty easy, but I know now I can't 
just have sex with any girl I like.  I can't say I won't have sex, but I promise 
not to force anyone to do it with me."

My dad snorted, and while I and Mr. Higgs had ignored it, apparently my mom took 
offense for I sensed her opening a telepathic channel to probably let him know 
exactly what she though about it.

(I had spent a considerable amount of time talking about my dad and his 
enslaving habits with Mr. Higgs in the years past.  While I haven't mentioned 
any of these discussions before, they did take place, so Mr. Higgs knew exactly 
how my father felt about my so called "exaggerated code of conduct.")

(I had just recovered that moral code of conduct that morning when I woke up 
with a terrified bedmate.  I had forgotten to restore the commands in her mind 
after she had passed out the night before, but she still felt emotionally 
attached to me even though I was no longer using any sort of emotional or mental 
control on her.  This bit of knowledge would prove to be important, but at the 
time it only bothered me that I had caused such a thing.)

I sat there with endless patience as Mr. Higgs took a few moments to consider my 
words and my parents proceeded to argue in silence. 

When Mr. Higgs was ready, he cleared his throat to speak in an attempt to get my 
parent's attention, but didn't bother beyond that since they obviously were too 
deep in their silent argument to have heard.

"I'm glad you still feel motivated to continue to go to school, and I would like 
nothing more that permit it.  However.."

Mr. Higgs dropped the official principal act and leaned forward with an 
apologetic expression.  "I'm sorry, Tim.  I can't take the chance that you're 
wrong about your stability.  You haven't had a psychiatric evaluation since you 
tried to kill yourself, and even then I wasn't all that sure of her opinion 
after you mentioned what you did for her.  Even if you went out and got the top 
psychiatrists to say you were as stable and mentally fit as anyone could be, I 
would not be able to rule out that someone did not make them think that, whether 
or not it was you who did it.

"Another reason is I have never been comfortable about the way you just take 
your knowledge from others rather than learning it on your own.  I know you did 
attempt to do the work, and you put a decent effort into getting caught up on 
your missed assignments, but you have not completed three out of six semesters, 
and even taking in account your college credits, you still could not graduate at 
the end of this year without me risking my job and possibly ruining my career as 
a high school principal.

"That may sound like a cop out to you, but any other principal would say the 
same thing given the facts of your situation.  School is about learning as much 
as being with your friends and gaining knowledge.  If you had proved to me in 
the past you were coming to school to learn as much as to have fun, then things 
might be different.  Perhaps your father is right after all.  At least you would 
be paying for your knowledge instead of just taking it like you have in the 
past."

I sat there stunned, finding even my ability to think disrupted by his words 
that I knew came not only out of reason, from his heart as well.

"Are you saying you refuse to allow my son to return to school?" my father 
demanded.

"I'm afraid so.  Believe me that I regret making this kind of.."

"Dad," I said, warning him to stop his attempt to alter Mr. Higgs' mind.

"Well?  What do you expect me to do?" he said grumpily after stopping.  "You 
want to go to this school or not?"

"Yes, I want to, but not like that," I said calmly.

"Honey, aren't you just a little upset about this?" she said hopefully.

"Mom, right now I am probably experiencing the strongest emotional reaction I 
have had since I woke up.  But I am in complete control of myself and I am not 
allowing them to have an affect on me."

The door to Higgs office opened at that moment, and a somewhat familiar man 
walked in saying, "I'm glad to here it, Tim.  Looks like you just passed your 
entrance exam."

"Charles?  What are you doing here?" my mom queried the Inquisitor.

"Samantha, Charles, if you examine your own minds, you will find a memory block 
which you placed yourselves after I left your home yesterday.  Please remove it 
so you can explain to your son the reason you called me."

"Excuse me, but who is this man?" Mr. Higgs asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Higgs.  Just give me a moment to undo yours..." the Inquisitor 
replied.

"Okay.." I said, realizing I had been had.  "What's going on?  Why did you go 
through all this trouble to trick me?"

"I'm sorry, dear," my mother said.  "When I talked to Mr. Higgs on Friday to 
arrange this meeting, he told me he would need proof that you could control 
yourself."

"That's when she called me and asked me to test you somehow, and after talking 
to Mr. Higgs here yesterday..."

"It was mostly my idea," Higgs said, feeling rather proud of himself.  "Before I 
could truly consider allowing you back in school, I needed a psychiatric  
evaluation on you that I could trust.  I admit that this wasn't something a 
psychiatrist would try, but I'm content with its results to trust you can 
control yourself for the time being."

"I fail to see how this proves anything," I said.  "If I remember correctly, 
Joey was stable for several months before he started to lose control of himself.  
While I don't believe the same will happen to me, none of us can know whether I 
won't just suddenly snap and do something I would never normally consider.  And 
if you meant everything you said before this... test ended, I believe your 
arguments are still valid."

"Tim, you are defeating the purpose of us even testing you by talking that way," 
my dad said.

"Oh, I don't know about that," Higgs said with a grin.  "If he hadn't had said 
something like that, he wouldn't be the Tim I know."

Then to me Higgs said, "Tim, your mother said Joey's emotional surges during his 
recovery were very easy to detect beforehand, and Suzi's parents said the same 
thing about hers.  So unless your condition proves otherwise, you are to report 
any kind of strong emotions to me immediately and if necessary remove yourself 
from the school before you can... explode.  Do you understand?"

"Perfectly."

"If you have any doubts about your ability to follow these... procedures, you 
should tell me now."

"I have none of consequence," I said honestly.

"Good.  Then I expect you here tomorrow morning bright and early, but first 
there's the matter of making up your finals from last year..."

Even in the emotionless state I was in, those words made wonder if I really did 
want to return to school... heh

----------

"Hey," Joey said when I answered the phone later that day.  "Did they let you 
back in school?"

"Si," I replied.  "It wasn't easy, but Higgs let me in conditionally."

"Shit.  Sounds like you had almost as hard of a time as I did."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I had to go back to that woman psychologist and get my brain turned 
inside out.  Shit, Tim.  You created a monster by helping her figure out her 
telepathy.  Oh, do you remember that?"

"Not really, no.  But what did she do to you that makes her a monster?"

"Shit..  I don't know...  I guess she's just really good at poking her nose into 
stuff you really don't want anyone know about.  She had me tell her about what 
happened this summer and...  Hey, Tim?"

"Huh?"

"Can I come over?  I need to talk to you about some stuff that's bothering me."

"Sure you can.  But I thought you were going to go to Suzi's after she gets out 
of school today?"

"I will if this doesn't take too long, but I need to get some things off my 
chest after talking to the shrink bitch.  I want you to hear it from me first, 
and not from her or someone else."

"Uhm, all right.  I'll be in the kitchen, so just let yourself in, okay?"

When he came into the kitchen about a half hour later, he took a deep breath and 
said, "You're cooking spaghetti sauce?"

"Yeah.  It's not gonna be ready for a while," I said while spooning out some of 
the excess grease from the top.

"Shit, Tim.  I know you like it, but..." he said as he looked in the huge pot I 
was cooking it in.

"I'm going to freeze most of it.  I figured it would save time later...  What's 
the matter?  Don't you like it?"

"Haven't you tasted it?" he asked after putting the spoon down he had used to 
sample it with.

"No.  I followed the recipe exactly like it said.." I said as I blew on the 
spoon of sauce then put it in my mouth.

"I see what you mean," I said a moment later.  "I wondered why it said a cup and 
not a teaspoon..  Oh well.  Could you help me dump it down sink?"

He took a hold of one handle, and between the two of us, we carried the ten 
gallon pot over to the sink, then ended up putting it back on the stove when we 
realized we'd scald ourselves if we tried to dump it while it was hot.

"How about a little mud wrestling while we wait?" Joey suggested.

"Mud wrestling?  Oh yeah.  Uhm, thanks, but I don't want to today."

"Oh.. Then how about we see if the go carts still run?"

"They're up at the North mansion," I simply said.

"All right.  Then lets...  Uhm.."

"Joey, you came over here for a reason, right?  Lets go sit down somewhere so 
you can tell me what's on your mind, then you can go to Suzi's like you 
planned."

"I.." he started, then saw the emotionless expression on my face and for a 
moment looked startled.

But then he sat down at the table, so I took the seat next to him and waited for 
him to begin.

"You and I have been friends a long time, and we've done a lot of things 
together.  I know you already know that I wasn't myself when I.. did stuff, 
but.."

"But?"

"I just need to say that I'm sorry and I'll never betray you again...  Like 
every minute I expect you to remember something you can't forgive me for...  I 
don't know if anything I say or could do would prove.."

"You don't have to prove anything to me because you already did.  You could have 
enslaved me the moment I opened my eyes, but you didn't.  And then you brought 
me home when I asked you to, even though you didn't want to go yourself.  What 
more proof do I need?"

"Okay, okay.." he said unconvincingly.  "Then what about Suzi."

"What about her?"

"She was your girlfriend first, then you shared her with me.  I love her more 
than anything else in my life, but...  I feel like I'm stealing her from you.  
Like I'm betray.."

"You are allowing your guilt to control you, Joey.  You are not stealing her 
away from me.  She has the right to choose, and she has chosen you.  I don't 
have any problems with her being your girlfriend and not mine.  If it makes you 
both happy, then that is all I could want."

"What about me?" he said after a hesitation.

"You?"

"Yeah...  Shit, Tim.  Don't you realize how... Time consuming it is to be in 
love with someone?  When the three of us were going together, we hardly spoke to 
our other friends.  I know if I.. if I let Suzi and I get close again, I won't 
spend much time with you like I have been.  I just want to know if you need me."

"I don't need you," I said a bit too quickly.  "Uhm, let me say that 
differently."

"That's okay.  I understood what you mean," Joey said softly.  "But I still feel 
like I owe you something."

"Well as long as it isn't a kiss, you can.." I stopped when I realized he had 
been considering that exact thing.

"I better get going if I'm going to meet Suzi when she gets home," Joey said a 
bit hurriedly as he got up.  "Thanks Tim.  For everything."

"You're welcome, amigo," I said before he left the room without looking back.

As I watched Joey's car go down the drive, I had the feeling that in his own way 
Joey had put me through another kind of test.  Strangely enough, the only thing 
that bothered me about that was the not knowing...  

What do _you_ think?  Did I pass?

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 4 - Back to School Again
(mf)

"What's up, man?" Brad said cheerfully, leaning up against the wall outside the 
high school's main entrance.  "Nice to see you alive and in the flesh."

"Thanks, Brad.  Wow...  What did you do while I was dead?  Go all natural or 
something?  You look great!"

"Shit, man.  Sandi talked me into doing aerobics with her.  I just humored her 
at first, but now..." he said, bending backwards until his hands touched the 
ground, then proceeded to smoothly transfer his entire weight onto his hands to 
do a handstand.

"WOW!" I exclaimed, having used my empathic senses to determine his expected 
reaction.  "Doing aerobics let you do that?"

"Nah," he said as he walked on his hands a few steps then jumped back onto his 
feet.  "That's just what started it.  When I got to the point where Sandi 
couldn't keep up with me, I started trying different things.  I guess I just 
have the body for this shit.  Sandi thinks I should be a gymnast, and sometimes 
I think she's right."

"Hey, make a muscle," I said, my empathic senses picking up his desire to show 
his body off a little more. 

"I work out everyday in the basement with some weights I got from a neighbor 
down the street when they moved.  Sandi gets a kick of watching me, especially 
when I do it in the nude."

"Shit, Brad," I said as I felt the hard muscle in his arm.  "Between you and 
Joey, I'm looking more like a wimp...  Wait.  I just remembered something.  
Weren't you mad at me before I died?"

"Yeah, well...  I'm sorry for being an asshole about that.  After your, er, 
death, I finally figured out you were right about giving Sandi her freedom.  
Fuck, man.  If you hadn't, Sandi would have never got me into doing aerobics or 
start her slut club."

"What?" I said, this time feeling the surprise I had earlier faked on Brad's 
account.

"Yeah, man.  She and Karen decided to start their own private club, and talked 
one of her other friends, Kris, into joining.  Shit, man.  Sometimes I think I'm 
the sex slave with Sandi being my master.  Not that I'm complaining.  I love 
letting them practice being sluts on me."

"They fuck you?" I said, not helping getting a woody in my shorts.

"Shit ya," he said with a grin.  "I miss being able to decide when and where, 
but when they wanna fuck, I don't care if I'm the one being told to strip bare."

"I'm glad things worked out for you," I said, getting a hold on my arousal.  "I 
hope you take precautions."

"Precautions?  Shit, man.  You sound like a sex ed commercial.  They're too 
young to get pregnant, and they've already sworn to not fuck anyone else but me 
while they're in the club.  Of course that might change soon."

"Why?  You getting tired of being the only stud?"

"Fuck no.  I just think Sandi is starting to...  Holy shit!  I gotta go!"

"Starting to what?!" I called after him as he gracefully slipped through the 
crowd.

I noticed a lot of eyes lingering on me after having drawn attention to myself.  
Several of those eyes were people who I seemed to know, but my empathic senses 
were telling me they considered me someone to stay away from, everyone having 
heard about my faked death and all.

In fact, as I walked to the office to meet with Mr. Higgs, I recalled the 
distant feelings that people had felt when I had come back from my college 
venture last year.  The desire to keep their distance was even stronger this 
time, but unlike the last time, this didn't disturb me in the least.

"Good morning Tim," Mr. Higgs said walking up to me before I could reach the 
office door.  "Where's your notebook paper and pens?"

"I, uh.." I said, having completely forgotten all about school supplies.  I had 
left them all at school before my death, and for some reason expected them to 
still be in my locker.  Of course when I went to it, I found the combination had 
been changed and a different student's stuff inside after a janitor opened it up 
with their pass key.  I had gone out to my new car to check for anything I could 
use, but all I found was a bunch of sex toys in the glove compartment, which 
wasn't all a bad thing I might add.

"You didn't bring any?" Mr. Higgs said surprised.

"I wasn't really thinking I would need anything.  But when I went to my locker, 
my stuff was gone."

"We cleaned it out when..  Never mind.  I'm sure we have something in the supply 
room you can use for today," he said, hiding his slight irritation from 
everything but my empathic senses.

"I'm sorry I came unprepared.  It won't happen again," I said.  

"Here we go," he said as we walked into the supply room.  "Looks like you'll 
have to make do with this," he said handing me a yellow legal pad, "and these," 
plopping a box of a dozen pre-sharpened pencils on top.

"Thank you," I simply said, not quite sure of how to interpret his emotions.

"You can get your schedule and a pass from Patty.  You better get going."

I took a couple of steps intending to leave, then stopped, turned around, and 
said, "Mr. Higgs?  I'm confused.  I thought you wanted me to go to school here."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then said, "Well of course I do."

"Then why are you being so... emotional?"

"Emo...  Oh, I see. I'm sorry Tim.  I didn't mean to direct my frustration at 
you.  The first week of a new school year is always kind of tense for me.  No 
matter how well I prepare, no matter how much I look forward getting back into 
the groove of things, something always seems to spoil my mood."

"Did I spoil it for you?"

"No, you didn't have anything to do with it," he said with a sigh.  "Yesterday 
after you left, a fight broke out in the cafeteria and one of the kids got hurt.  
Nothing life threatening, but he had to go to the hospital for a few stitches."

"Anyone I knew?" I asked as I felt him relax a little while walking me out.

"Jay Walkerson.  He apparently decided to try his luck at being a senior and 
picked on the wrong freshman, that's all.  When this kid didn't take his 
bullying, Jay shoved the kid into someone else's table and spilled a few 
drinks."

"So the kid was who got the stitches," I stated.

"No, it was Jay.  Scott, the kid who Jay was picking on, apparently has 
experience in self defense.  He got up into Jay's face and dared him to it 
again, then knocked the wind out of Jay when he tried.  That would have been the 
end of it if Jay hadn't tried to rush him a few minutes later.

"When I saw Jay's face all cut up, I was ready to suspend who ever had done it.  
But everyone who saw what happened claimed that all Scott did was divert Jay's 
body slam in self defense, and didn't have time to think much less attempt to 
aim Jay towards the window.  I gave him a detention and had him pay for the 
window, but I personally think he handled it better than I would have."

Patty, the secretary who was in charge of the senior class, smiled without 
comment at Higgs' revelation as she handed me my schedule.  I echoed her smile 
without experiencing the emotion behind it, and then realized I had done it 
automatically and paused for a moment to consider whether or not to stop doing 
that.

It was at that instant I decided that I would allow my empathic senses and 
instincts to guide me in making myself appear normal just so I would fit in.  I 
didn't want people to feel uncomfortable around me because of my lack of 
emotional responses, so I immediately considered what I would have said from 
before my wipe and said it.

"Poor Jay.  I remember when we were freshmen, he was picked on by a few seniors 
himself.  Now the freshmen are even picking on him.  He just can't win."

"Now remember, Tim," Higgs said after allowing himself a little grin.  "No 
skipping of classes, no copying from other people's heads, and absolutely no 
experimenting on your classmates.  Understand?"

"Si, senior," I replied.  "Mucho gracias."

"Sounds like you won't be learning much in your Spanish class," he sighed as I 
walked away.

Even though I was quickly recovering most of my memories and underlying moral 
beliefs of my original personality, I was still very open to other's influence 
in rebuilding my new personality.  I was determined to follow Mr. Higgs rules to 
the letter that day, and even though I was tempted many times in the following 
months to break those rules, I managed to only bend a few of them.  Or at least 
until someone else broke them for me and set me free.

All day long I felt the eyes of the people around me staring, their emotions 
betraying their thoughts like a transmitter without an off button.  Everyone 
except Joey, Suzi, and Brad seemed nervous around me, even the teachers I 
remembered from before becoming somewhat disturbed seeing my different color of 
hair, my deep tan, and the slight Spanish accent when I spoke.  

Apparently Higgs had informed the entire school of my situation in the closing 
announcements the day before, not wishing for anyone to be shocked when they saw 
me that day.  The news concerning my faked death hadn't been a surprise since it 
had been on the front page that Saturday, so he only gave a brief explanation as 
to what had happened, then described my current condition in two sentences and 
didn't say anything more.

So it took a few days before people relaxed around me, but I helped that along 
by giving everyone I met a warm smile and a friendly hello.

Within a week, the smile and greeting had become so automatic, I found myself 
doing it all the time, even to the staff at home.  While I never experienced the 
feelings I was emitting, I did find the response I got back to be well worth the 
trouble.

I had three classes with Brad, while only one with Joey and another with Suzi, 
so I saw more of Brad than anyone else at school.  I even found Brad to be good 
company while we ate lunch, his perspective of himself and life in general 
having changed over the summer, and I enjoyed listening to him talk about his 
sister and her two sluts in training.

Brad still considered his sister as his property, but only in the sense that he 
was the only one she would have sex with without his permission and approval.  I 
found Brad's offers to share her with me once in a while extremely tempting, 
especially since I had gone all week without fucking anyone.  But I politely 
declined his offers, having sensed that deep down he worried I might be better 
at sex than he was to where Sandi wouldn't be interested in him anymore 
afterwards.

We were walking down the hall towards the stairs after third hour when Brad and 
I experienced the strongest feeling of de-sha-vu moments before hearing someone 
call my name behind us at the other end of the hall.  Brad and I looked at each 
other before turning around, then caught the glimpse of a kid just before he was 
tripped by some asshole's foot and fell to the floor.

Brad started humming the Twilight Zone theme as the asshole walked away 
laughing.  I quickly sought revenge for this new stranger by causing him to trip 
over his own feet and arranging that he continued to do so for the rest of the 
day.

Because of the de-sha-vu, I unconsciously prepared myself for the bear hug Eric 
had given me nearly a year earlier.  But the vaguely familiar stranger broke the 
sequence of events by standing up on his own before I reached him, then gave the 
stumbling figure the universally understood middle finger salute.

The well built freshman muttered "fagot" under his breath as he turned towards 
me.  But when he notice me standing three feet in front of him, he instantly 
smiled and exclaimed, "Hey.  Long time no see.  Got any drug dealers you need 
taken down?"

It all just kind of flashed in my head as to who he was and what had happened at 
the Junior high two years previous.  I had to quickly decide on the appropriate 
response, and then grinned and said, "I don't think they would dare.  Not with 
Scott the Super Cop around." 

"Hey," Brad interrupted.  "The bell is gonna ring in a sec.  Last time you 
forgot to clear me with the teach and I got a tardy.  So if you two are going to 
start hugging and shit, I'm just gonna go class and I can catch you later."

"Uhm, yeah.  Go to class.  I'll be there in a sec."

"So, how's your sister?" I asked Scott after excusing Brad just incase he would 
be tardy.

"She's doing okay," he said with a mischievous grin.

"I take it you got to know her a little better."

"Yeah, you could say that," Scott replied.  "Hey.. Uhm, I was kind of hoping.. 
Well, could you do me a little favor?"

The smile on my face vanished as I realized that Scott had come to me for 
something I could give him.  I wondered how many others would be doing the same 
before the day was up.

But I was making the wrong conclusion with Scott.

"What?"

"Try hypnotizing me again like you did in my room," he said with a wicked grin.

"Huh?  Are you sure?" I said, not expecting that.

"Yeah.  I'm sure."

"Okay.  How about after school today?" I asked.

"Well, I'm kind of... busy after school today, but tomorrow is cool.  Is that 
all right?"  

"Sure.  After school tomorrow.  Meet me on the third floor, okay?" I said.

He nodded his agreement as he walked away cheerfully and full of confidence.  I 
wondered if the experience he had with me before had given him that confidence, 
or if it was just his nature to be that way.  I figured I would find out after 
school the next day.

Scott met me at the top of the steps on the third floor that next afternoon, and 
for a moment I didn't recognize him because he had really grown over the two 
years from when I met him.

"You sure have grown a lot," I commented to him as he got up.

"I know," he admitted.  "But I've had a little help in that department."

"Oh?" I prompted when he didn't continue on his own.

"After things cooled off, people started to pick on me and shit.  I guess you 
could say I liked the image I had for a while as being mister tough guy, so my 
dad..  Did you know he was a boxer before he got married?"

The image of the unshaven, beer-bellied man who had answered the door that day 
popped into my head, and for a moment I wondered if his mother had remarried or 
something.

"Uhm, no.  No I didn't," I confessed.

"Well, he was, and after I came home with a black eye from someone pissing me 
off, he took me downstairs and started showing me his stuff.  I loved it, and 
he's like my trainer now.  Anyway, he said he was a big kid when he was my age, 
and the only way he could let out his steam without people getting hurt was 
through boxing.  I guess I'm big for my age too like he was, especially since I 
spend three hours a day punching the shit out of my dad's punching bag."

I could see what he meant too.  Scott wasn't a hulk or anything, but he wasn't a 
wimp either.  I could see the veins in his arms, and I even noticed the 
solidness of his somewhat hairy legs.

"I don't take the bus," he added when he saw my eyes leaving his legs.  "I leave 
home every morning an hour before school and run the whole way, then take a 
shower when I get here so I don't smell all day."

"Wow, Scott," I said, pulling the key out I had officially borrowed from Higgs 
and opened the door to the room.  "Sounds like everything has turned out okay 
for you."

"Shit," he said modestly before saying it again when he saw the painting of 
Joey, Suzi, myself, and the twins in their blue "virginity" dresses.

"Wow...  Is this like.. your room or something?" Scott said, obviously 
impressed.

"It used to be.  I don't know if it still is or not, but Higgs said we could use 
it this once."

"Oh," he said, flopping down on the couch and bouncing a couple of times.

"So why do you want me to hypnotize you?" I asked him sitting down in my 
recliner.

He put on a mysterious grin, then as he was looking around the room again he 
said, "Actually, I don't think you will be able to.  That's what I want to find 
out."

"So you don't want to be hypnotizable, is that it?"

"Yeah.  Pretty much," he said, leaning back and stretching his arms out across 
the couch's back.  "One of my teachers last year was really popular with the 
girls, and I found out that he could like...  change the way people think by 
looking in their eyes..  Anyway, he tried it with me one day when I got a little 
snoopy, and it didn't work.  He was my favorite teacher so I cut him some slack 
and told him what I knew and promised I wouldn't squeal on him.

"Ever since then, though, I've felt like I had a weakness.  You know what I 
mean.  So I read up on hypnosis and I'm pretty sure I know how to keep myself 
from going under.  It's nothing personal.  I just don't want anyone to be able 
to get to me like that, and if you can't then I figure no one can."

"I wouldn't say no one could, but yeah, I..." 

"What's matter?" Scott asked when I frowned.

"I'm having trouble remembering...  how.." I said rather distantly.

"What do you mean, you can't remember...  Oh.  I forgot about..  You know."

"I know all too well," I said, giving up.  "I'm sorry Scott.  I just can't 
remember how I did it to you, or anyone else for that matter.  I didn't even 
remember you until you first spoke to me, and then that was just in partial 
flashbacks."

"Oh," he said a little disappointed.

"This teacher of yours.  What exactly did he do to the girls?"

"Huh? Oh.. Uhm," he said while turning a little red.  "He kind of...  I mean we 
sort of.."

"Blow jobs?  Is that all?" I said, reading his mind.

"I thought you couldn't read my mind?" he said startled.

"I can read your current thoughts, I just can't force your mind to recall what I 
want to know.  Is that all you and he did was make them want to give you blow 
jobs?"

"Mostly, yeah," he said, studying my face for my reaction as he recalled three 
different girls having insisted he go all the way with them which he did without 
his teacher finding out.

When I didn't give him any reaction at all, he said, "Well?"

"What do you want me to say?  You did what many would do in your shoes as far as 
I can see.  And as far as your teacher friend, what others do with their 
abilities is none of my business unless it used against me or someone I care 
about."

"So you're not mad or anything?"

"Right now I don't know how to get mad, and no, I doubt I would be upset with 
what you did anyway, especially since I've done much worse myself."

"You have?" he said.  "I guess you would have, wouldn't you...  Uhm, then in 
that case, could I ask you some..  questions about..  this kind of stuff?"

"Go right ahead."

"Cool.  Like, do you remember Tracy?  My sister?"

"Yes, vaguely.."

"She kind of likes for me to.. uhm..  watch her when she plays with herself, and 
she's even let me feel her up a couple of times.  I was just wondering..  Did 
you make her like that?  Or is she just like that?"

I took a few moments to reflect on what little I could remember about that time, 
but what little I could recall about Tracy only lead me to the conclusion, "I 
think that it was all her, Scott.  I don't remember doing anything to her."

"Really?  Cool.  I hoped you would say that."

"Why?  What difference does it make?"

"Well..  The girls Mr. Underwood messed with?  They weren't interested in anyone 
except him at first, and then that only changed because he included me in 
whatever he did to them.  Did you catch the part where Jenna and I... had sex?" 
he asked in a whisper.

"Yes, and I'm catching it again too," I said as he played out the scene again in 
his mind.

"I would really like to do it again with her," he said with a distant sound to 
his voice while imagining what he would do different if he had the chance.  "But 
after the first time, she said it wasn't what she thought it would be...  
Anyway, she still likes to give me head, just like all the other girls, but none 
of them want to go any further because that wasn't what Mr. Underwood made them 
want to do.

"So I figured that if you had done something similar with Tracy, she wouldn't 
ever let me have sex with her even though she's let me do other things with 
her."

"I take it then you want to fuck her?"

He turned red again, but nodded with a wide grin on his face.

"Well, good luck," I said, not knowing what else to say in that situation.

"Uhm, I have another question, but..."

"You want me to just peek in your head?" I said when he didn't hesitated.

"No, that's okay.  I guess I'm just uncomfortable talking about this kind of 
stuff.."

"Well you don't need to be with me.  You want to know something about what.. 
Underwood did to the girls, right?"

"Sort of.  I mean.. Shit... I guess I just might as well ask you since I don't 
know who else could tell me," he said with a sigh.  "Just try and be cool about 
it, okay?"

I nodded, then waited patiently for him to continue.

"Do you think..  I mean, is there any way I could..  use what Mr. Underwood has 
already done to them to get them to do what I want them to do?"

"I can't say without examining one of the girls first, but I doubt it."

"Oh," he said, trying to hide his disappointment, but then he brightened up and 
looked up at me with a new look of hope and asked, "But you could, right?"

"I'm not going to supply you with a harem, Scott, even if they are motivated to 
pleasure you to some extent."

"That's not exactly what I was hoping you would do," he said.  "Mr. Underwood..  
He moved away because he kind of screwed up a little and he didn't want to get 
into trouble.  I'm not really complaining about it, but he kind of left all 
these girls to me as a sort of present.  But there's too many of them.  I can't 
get any peace without worrying about them, uhm, needing me."

"Sounds like a complaint to me," I observed.  "So what you want is for me to..  
put them back to normal for you?"

"Yeah, or at least most of them," he said, this time not being the least bit shy 
about what he suggested.

"How many are there?"

"Thirty seven."

"I see what you mean..."

"So you'll help me?  Uhm, again?"

"Yes, but I'm not just helping you, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but still..."

"Any other questions?"

"Well, since you asked...  Could you maybe...  you know...  convince Jenna to.."

"I'm sorry, Scott.  Like I said.  I'm not going to supply you with a harem, even 
if it's only one girl.  You're just going to have to convince her yourself.  But 
from the looks of you and what you've said so far, you probably won't have much 
problem getting girls to hop in the sack with you.  Maybe not Jenna, but there 
will be other girls."

Scott sighed, realizing he would soon lose the thing that most guys could only 
dream about, but he wasn't all that down hearted about it.  He still had his 
sister in any case, and he even believed I was right about his chances with 
other girls.

Most of the girls went to our school for apparently Mr. Underwood preferred the 
eight graders to that of the seventh graders, and so naturally they were now 
freshmen.  The next day he gave me a list Mr. Underwood had given him that had 
all the girls phone numbers and addresses, and with Higg's help, I undid the 
simple programming in their heads.

I didn't really see Scott around that much after that for he was pretty busy 
with his boxing, and quite frankly I forgot about him after a couple of days. 
And as Joey and Suzi spent more of their time together, I made every attempt to 
make sure I wasn't with them, so I ended up spending a lot of my time with Brad.

The reason I kept my distance from my two ex-lovers was because I had finally 
identified the emotion I kept having twinges of whenever I was around them both.  
While I had no trouble with my brief moments of jealousy affecting my thinking 
or actions other than to avoid further instances, I had absolutely no warning 
about the return of another far worse emotion on the morning two weeks after my 
first day back.

"Hey," Joey said as he and Suzi walked up with an arm behind the other's back.  
"Did you hear about John?"

"John?  No.  I didn't even remember him until this moment.  What happened to 
him?"

"He moved to Florida," Suzi said.  "His mom got offered a huge promotion, so his 
dad quit his job and they all moved to St. Petersburg so she could take it."

"Wow..  You know, I kept thinking something was missing.  I'm going to miss 
him."

"Yeah, me too," Joey said.  "The last time I saw him I cussed him out pretty 
bad.  Shit, I cussed a lot of people out right before... you know."

"I think everyone forgives you," Suzi said sweetly, looking lovingly in his eyes 
deeply.

"Do you forgive me?" he said, softly, mirroring her expression.

"Let me see," she said as she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss.

I felt my jealousy return as I waited for her final answer, so I left them 
standing there deep in their kiss, suddenly finding myself thirsty and heading 
for the coke machine for a drink.

I waited patiently in line, ignoring my jealousy and the fact that they were 
still locked in their kiss.  I was pleased to have the distraction of inserting 
the coins into the machine and pressing for my selection, but then found my 
favorite drink was sold out.

"...why the Little FUCKER!" I roared as I slammed the button so hard that it 
cracked.  And for some reason the fact that it had cracked only made me even 
angrier, driving me to the point I was pounding the machine with all my might.

I think everyone was too stunned to react to my enraged attack on the machine, 
for no one stopped me as I mindlessly thrust my fist through its lit plastic 
front.  Somehow I managed not to damage my fists as I continued to punch holes 
in the machine, and I think it was when I made the second fluorescent bulb 
explode that it snapped someone to their senses and they grabbed me from behind.

There was only one person in that hallway who could have done so without my 
instant command to release me working on them.  Joey held on to me tightly after 
pulling me away from the defaced machine, just waiting silently with his arms 
around me, pinning my upper arms against me until I calmed down and stopped 
struggling to get free.

"What's going on!" Higgs said, hurrying down the hall towards us like several 
teachers also rushing to the scene.

"You all right?" Joey said between heavy breaths.

"I don't know," I honestly said.  "I think you can let me go though.  I'm pretty 
much over... whatever it was."

As the teachers began breaking up the crowd, Higgs wordlessly pointed to us 
both, then thumbed over his shoulder towards his office.

"I'm coming with you," Suzi announced in a firm voice, gently taking one of my 
hands to examine as we walked.

"I think the nurse should see these cuts first," she said to Higgs behind us.

He must have nodded to her for he never said a word, but as soon as we were in 
the nurses office with the door closed, he exclaimed, "Give me one good reason 
why I shouldn't send the two of you home, permanently!"

"Huh?!" Joey cried.  "What did I do?"

"Joey only grabbed Tim to stop him," Suzi desperately tried to explain.

"Oh.." Higgs said.  "Well Tim?  If Joey didn't cause it..."

"Suzi, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but could you leave?" I said, keeping 
my face neutral as I battled my increasing feelings of jealousy and bitterness.

"Leave?  Why do you want her to leave?" Joey asked as Suzi gaped at me in shock.

I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head of the emotions which were colliding 
with my thoughts.  It helped me to get a better hold of myself, but I couldn't 
get rid of the emotions which were plaguing me.

When I finally opened my eyes, Suzi and Joey were both gone.  The sigh of relief 
I made confirmed Higgs' suspicion that they were the reason for my troubles.

"So, what happened out there?" he asked after the nurse finished treating the 
cuts on my fists and had left.  "What did they do that caused you to vandalize 
my soda machine."

"My dad will pay for the damage.  I'm sorry for losing control.  It won't happen 
again."

"What won't happen?  What the hell triggered that kind of rage?  You said.."

"I know what I said, and until the moment I noticed it didn't have any grape 
soda, I hadn't felt any trace of anger."

"You still haven't answered my question," Higgs said.  "What did Suzi or Joey do 
that caused this to happen?  I know it was something to do with them, otherwise 
you wouldn't have asked Suzi to leave."

"I suppose I don't have a choice but to tell you," I analyzed.  "A couple of 
weeks ago, Joey asked my permission to be Suzi's boyfriend.  He didn't want to 
betray me seeing that Suzi had been my girlfriend first and I had never actually 
said it was over between her and I.  Well, ever since I told him I did didn't 
have any problem with it, I've gotten flashes of jealousy when I saw them 
together.  I never felt anger though, so I'm not sure why that happened."

"So it was anger, not jealousy?  Or a mixture of both?"

"It was definitely anger, but I didn't feel it until it suddenly was there 
overwhelming me.  Now that I think about it, it doesn't feel..  I know this 
sound's unlikely, but it didn't feel like it was my anger, but someone else's."

"How is that poss.. No, don't answer that.  I think the best thing to do is to 
send you home..."

"But I feel fine now," I protested.

"Send you home," he repeated firmly, "until Dr. Cain can determine whether or 
not you have some kind of psychological problem causing your emotional 
difficulties.  I should have insisted on it to begin with, but your mother 
convinced me you just needed some time."

"Mr. Higgs, I swear to you I have not had any other emotional reactions to 
anything besides when I see Joey and Suzi together.  Yes I will go to see Dr. 
Cain, but I don't see any need to miss class.  If we can simply tell Joey and 
Suzi to keep their distance while I'm with them, I can't believe something like 
this would happen again."

"And what happens if you explode again without warning?  I don't believe you 
know for sure what caused you to lose control.  You said it yourself it may have 
been someone else's anger."

"You don't understand how... difficult it has been for me the past two weeks to 
absorb the material presented in class and complete the homework.  I'm 
constantly plagued with flashbacks, some of which completely destroy any train 
of thought I have.  I learn so much more sitting in class and watching the 
teacher's mind as they lecture because for some reason I don't have flashbacks 
while I'm doing that.  Please, Mr. Higgs...  Don't make me miss class.  I don't 
think I could catch up if I did."

He let out a long loud sigh as he sat back in his chair and stared at me while 
he thought a few minutes.

Finally he said "I'm sorry, Tim.  I really am.  I have to put the safety of the 
rest of the students first.  Unless you can tell me right now what caused your 
explosion of anger AND convince me it can't happen again, you're going to have 
to miss class until either you or Dr. Cain do so."

"I understand.  And when you put it that way, I agree I should go see Dr. Cain 
before I return to school.  May I use the phone to call her and see if I can get 
in today?"

He nodded, then leaned forward and turned his phone around so I could reach it. 

I picked up the hand set and put it to my ear, then was about to dial when I 
realized..

"I'm sorry.  You don't happen to have her number, do you?  I don't seem to know 
it."

He turned around and grabbed the phone book, then handed it to me without saying 
a word.  I ignored his silent treatment and looked her number up, then after I 
dialed, I found him staring at me.

I pretended not to notice his recollection of the time I revealed my abilities 
to him and offered to help him out of his sticky situation, and after I gave Dr. 
Cain's secretary my name and was asked to hold, I found Higgs pulling out one of 
the colored hand drawing of the symbols I had given him.

"Do you remember when you gave this to me?" he asked me when he noticed my gaze.

"I believe so," I said.  "Wasn't it after I came back from that college?"

"Yes.  You said it represented me, but you wouldn't tell me what this symbol 
meant.  I almost asked your mother to bury it with your supposed body, but..."

"I'm glad you didn't, Mr. Higgs.  Would you like to know what that symbol means 
now?"

"I..  To tell you the truth, I don't know if I do or not," he said thoughtfully.  
But then he grinned and said, "It's funny.  When I look at this, all I can think 
about is how much this symbol is like you, not me."

"Me?  How so?"

"Well, I suppose it's because it's so very familiar to me since I've studied it 
so much trying to work out what it means.  I know every nick and bend, and 
probably could redraw it without looking at it.  Yet it's still a total mystery 
to me, just like you are.  I never know what to expect with you, and I don't 
imagine I ever will."

Just at that moment, Dr. Cain herself got on the phone, and after I explained 
the situation to her, she told me she would see me immediately.  I thanked her 
and told her I would be there shortly, then hung up the phone and asked Mr. 
Higgs for a piece of paper and an envelope.

He didn't ask what for, and once I had written a single word on the piece of 
paper, I sealed it up in the envelope and handed it back to him.

"What's this?" he asked, surprised.

"If you ever decide that you want to know what that symbol means..."

"Oh...  Thank you, Timothy."

"Thank YOU, Mr. Higgs.  I'll see you later, okay?"

"My door is always open for you," he said with a nod.

-------

"What's up, man," Brad said as I joined him at lunch.  "You look like you just 
had a fight with a soda machine."

"Ha ha," I said with false sarcasm.  "My fists are hurting, and you're making 
jokes."

"Sorry, man.  So why did you kill an innocent soda machine anyway?  Some people 
think you were on something, but I know that wasn't it."

"I'd rather not talk about it," I said honestly.

"Then where were you?  Higgs office?"

"Nope.  I had to go see my telepathic shrink.  She really knows her way around a 
person's head.  I was only there an hour before she worked out... uhm.."

"Come on, man.  I'm your bud, right?  Have I ever leaked a secret?"

"Oh, okay," I said.  "You know how I thought I was someone else this summer?  
Apparently Joey wiped that... personality from me with a concentrated burst of 
empathic anger.  Dr. Cain believes that even though I don't consciously remember 
it, I must have accidentally triggered the memory when they didn't have the soda 
I wanted."

"Shit, man.  That sounds dangerous.  You could blow up at any moment, you know?"

"It shouldn't happen again.  Dr. Cain helped me put a memory block on it.  But 
there is another problem associated to this.  The machine being out of grape 
soda didn't cause my outburst on its own.  It was just the... final straw, I 
suppose.  The real source was Joey and Suzi."

"Man, I knew it.  Shit, I think everyone kind of guessed that's what is was."

"Really?  I didn't relate it until Dr. Cain...  It doesn't matter.  I just have 
to tell Suzi and Joey to avoid being around me when they are together.  For some 
reason I'm having... difficulty figuring out how to tell them.  They seem to 
want me to... participate sometimes, but I have no desire to intrude like that." 

I told him the same thing that I told Higgs earlier, and found he was more 
understanding than I expected him to be.  In fact he even offered to tell Joey 
and Suzi for me, and that probably was the biggest reason I began seeing him as 
a more trusted friend than in the past.

I told Joey in the following class, and he accepted it better than I expected 
when considering how guilty he had felt before.  But I think like Brad he had 
suspected the reason, and had been already considering his options.  It 
basically had come down to choosing between me and Suzi, and without needing my 
help, he had chosen Suzi like she had chosen him.

Over the next several days, I became more interested in Brad's slut club stories 
than learning what Joey or Suzi did that day that didn't involve each other.  
The three of us knew that we were purposely distancing ourselves, and very 
quickly I forgot all about them in the day to day things.

And then there was Eric.  While not exactly spying on me, I did notice him 
checking up on me once in a while.  The only reason I knew he was doing so was 
because of the distinctive and strong feelings he emitted when he was around me.

Brad commented he had noticed Eric hanging around Suzi and Joey quite a bit, and 
once in a while I would catch Joey and Eric together without Suzi, acting like 
they were old friends and talking up a storm.

I didn't really care at that point what those three did.  I was a robot, an 
emotionless machine who could disguise himself as one of the beings around him 
without the constant interference of my feelings getting in the way.  I believed 
I was more perfect than they were, seeing all their mistakes, tolerating their 
stupidity, and generally ignoring the effects of what my warm welcomes did to 
those who began to depend on my empathic touch.

A week before Joey's eighteenth birthday, the first undeniable sign of my 
empathic warm greetings having an accumulative effect showed up.

"Hi ya, Tim," the captain of the Golden Girls purred as I walked up to my 
locker.

"Hi, Rachael," I said, giving her an extra dose of my 'hi sexy' smile.  "You 
look awfully gorgeous today."

She did too.  Even though it was the middle of October, Rachael was dressed in 
tight shorts, a sleeveless shirt that only came down to just above her navel, 
and her nipples and goosebumps were all standing up like she was either in a 
draft, or..

"I wore it just for you," she said while her body language spoke her desire and 
need.

"You did?" I said.

"I've been trying to catch your eye for a week now.  Haven't you noticed?"

"Well, yeah, I noticed you looking extra sexy, but I didn't think you'd be 
interested in me."

"Oh, why would you think that?  You're the nicest, sweetest, hottest guy here," 
she said, barely keeping herself from pressing herself up against me.

"I am?" I said, automatically giving her another shot of my smile.

"Oh, yes!  And you have the most beautiful and sexy smile," she said, her face 
lighting up like a Christmas tree.

I gently decreased the strength of my smile to consider what this meant, then 
almost missed what she was saying.

"..your new car sometime," she said a little seductively.

"What about my new car?"

"I said," she said, stepping into my space, "I'd like to go for a R. I. D. E. in 
it."

"Oh," I said, finding her attraction to me becoming mutual.  

"I've never even sat inside a Porsche before, let alone ride in one.  And I 
think they're sooo sexy," she said, placing heavy emphasis on the sexy part by 
pressing herself against me. 

"How about right now?" I said, almost stopping my instinctive smile.

"I'd love to," she breathed, her nose inches from mine.

I could smell the watermelon flavoring of her gum on her breath, hear the slight 
tremble of excitement in her voice, and while I was in complete control of my 
actions, I hadn't felt so motivated to kiss someone since before my wipe.  I 
decided I could allow myself to go with my instincts, for while I had been 
unintentionally motivating her to desire being in my presence, her sexual 
attraction was something she had developed on her own.

So I gave her what she truly desired, and my smile caused her to press her lips 
against mine in delight.  Old habits from before my wipe kicked in as I kissed 
her back, automatically using my telepathic senses to guide me in giving her 
what she liked best in a kiss.

She suddenly pushed away to break the kiss, then she said softly, "I've wanted 
to do that for a long time now."

"How long?" I said while moving to give another one.

"Sophomore," she began just before we pressed our lips together again for a 
short but wet kiss.

"Year," she finished, then moved in for another.

We stood there in the hall for a good ten minutes exploring each other's mouths 
while the curious passing onlookers thinned out due to the buses getting ready 
to leave.

"Wow," she panted when we finally came up for air.  "I've never been kissed like 
that before."

"You're not so bad yourself," I gasped, trying to get my breath back.

"Really?" she said, rather pleased.  "I'll be honest with you as long as you 
will be with me."  

"Okay," I said, flashing a smile at her.

"I've been kissing since I was thirteen, so I've kissed a lot of guys.  But I've 
never been kissed so..  EWWW!" she said, diving for my mouth for another one.

Her hands went wild rubbing up and down my back, but they slowed down when I 
wrapped my arms around her and pressed the lump in my jeans against her crotch, 
enjoying feeling her slowly rub herself up and down as we continued to kiss.

When we stopped our exchange of saliva, we rested our foreheads against each 
others as we both gasped for breath.  

"Let's go for that ride," she said between breaths.

"Do you need anything from your locker?" I asked, having noticed she didn't have 
anything with her.

"I don't need a ride home," she said with a cocky smile.  "I threw my stuff in 
my car before last period so I could catch you before you left.  I didn't do 
that yesterday, and you were pulling out by the time I found you.  So after we 
have our little drive somewhere, you'll have to bring me back here."

"No problem," I said, grabbing my overstuffed book bag and closing my locker 
door.

"Is all that homework?" she said amazed as she led me by the hand towards the 
exit.

"Unfortunately.  I'm taking two of the finals I missed last year tomorrow, and I 
have all my regular homework to do too.  That's why I was in such a hurry 
yesterday."

"Oh," she said, frowning.  "In that case, we can go for our ride some other 
day."

"Nah.  I think I need the break.  I don't feel as stressed as I did before you 
showed up, and I doubt I could think straight if we didn't go for our ride."

"Maybe we'll find something else to do to help you reduce your stress even 
more," she said suggestively.

"I'm sure I'd like that," I replied honestly.

"I know I will," she said under her breath.

Once I disabled the alarm and opened her door for her, I let my eyes linger on 
her long tan legs before shutting the door and going around to my side.

"I _love_ the smell of a new car," she moaned as I sat down.  "And these seats 
are so... soft," she cooed as she rubbed the tan leather with her hands.

I watched as she turned around to feel the leather on the back of the seat, 
finding the sight of her kneeling while caressing the leather extremely 
arousing.

I started the car when I noticed the goosebumps on her arms and legs, and revved 
the engine a few times so the heat would warm up faster.

"Oh, I love that sound," she said with her cheek against the back of the seat.  
"It sounds so powerful.."

I did it again, then watched her rub her entire upper body up and down the 
leather seat with the engine speed.  I was about as aroused as I could be, 
probably almost as aroused as she was getting just from the sight, sound, feel, 
and smell of my car.

"Rachael," I said calmly.  "Sit in the seat right and buckle up so we can go."

"I.. Oh.. Yeah, sorry," she said flushing in embarrassment. 

I gracefully pulled out of the parking space, then analyzed the current layout 
of the parking lot before giving her a sample of the superb maneuverability of 
my new car.

Weaving between the remaining cars and other obstacles while maintaining a brisk 
yet not unsafe speed, I drove the entire length of the parking lot without any 
jerks or sudden changes in the cars motion.

The smoothness of the ride combined with the atmosphere of the car had its 
effect on Rachael by the time I pulled to a halt to see if she wanted more.

"May I drive?" she asked gently.

"I suppose that would all right."

I got out to switch places with her, then barely had my door closed before I was 
thrown against the back of my seat as she peeled out.

"Rachael, what do you think you're doing?" I said calmly as she pulled out of 
the parking lot.

"This car is so.. HOT!" she exclaimed, passing the two cars in front of us that 
had stopped at the stop sign, then made a hard right to head up the hill.

"Rachael, I think you should let me take over now," I said firmly.

"No way, Tim!" she said excited.  "Just let me drive us somewhere special, then 
you can drive us back, okay?  I promise I'll get us there in one piece."

She had slowed down while saying this, and since I didn't sense any deception on 
her part, I said, "All right."

"Thanks," she said, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

"You're wel..." I said just as I was thrown against the door while she made a 
hard left turn onto a unfamiliar private road.

I vaguely recalled that the road led to a quarry which had been shut down a few 
years ago, then confirmed this as we passed through an open gate which 
apparently had been forced open at some time and hadn't ever been closed again.

"You haven't been in here since this summer, have you?" she said with bright 
eyes as she slowed and carefully turned onto an earth packed road that led down 
into the quarry.  "This place is perfect for testing out what this car can do, 
and there's nothing down here to hit except the walls."

"I don't think.." I began as the sight of the quarry filled my view.

"Pretty neat, huh?" she said as we reached to bottom of the ramp.

"It is quite... large," I admitted.

"Yes, and there's no speed limits, no animals, no kids," she said as she brought 
the car to a halt at the foot of a long pair of tire tracks that went all the 
way to the other end of the quarry.
 
"And no stop signs!" she said as she shifted into low and floored it.

I couldn't help feeling exhilarated as my car leapt forward like a tiger after 
its prey, the two of us sinking back in our seats feeling the power of the 
engine flow through us.

Her shifts were no where as smooth as mine, but she obviously had experience 
with a stick just from the way she changed gears without losing much speed.

After getting it up to almost 120 mph, she let it drop down to 80 to navigate 
the tracks which curved to the left for a bit.  Once we were getting close to 
the wall of the quarry, she let our speed drop off slowly until we were going 
about 30, then swung the car around before bringing it to a stop.

"Nice spot, huh?" she said, shutting of the car's engine and starting mine back 
up with her suggestive smile.

"Very nice," I said with an equally suggestive smile.

She basked a moment in the warm feelings I was projecting to her unconsciously, 
then undid her seat belt and said, "In our sophomore year, I use to have these 
really hot dreams about some of the Golden Girl practices."

"Oh?" I said as I unclipped mine as well and moved my seat back as far as it 
would go.  "Did I happen to be in any one of them?"

"Until last week I didn't remember who was in it," she began as she climbed over 
the stick and laid herself on top of me.

"But last Thursday I was.. thinking of you and it just sort of came to me," she 
continued while rubbing her body up and down mine.

"What _came_ to you?" I said, understanding there was a double meaning to the 
word. 

"That I was dancing topless for you," she said, slipping her hands under my 
shirt.

"Do you remember anything else about your dream?" I said after helping her 
remove my shirt.

"I remember everything," she said huskily as I ran my hands up her belly, under 
her shirt and gave her breasts a full feel.

"Especially the way I came at the end," she said before lifting her top off.

"It must have been some dream," I said as she lowered her chest towards my 
waiting lips.

"It wasn't a dream, was it," she stated before she gasped.

"No," I simply confirmed before taking the other nipple into my lips.

"Good," she moaned as she felt my hands slide down into her pants.

Rachael gently humped my exploring hand's knuckles a few times, her wetness 
coating them before I moved them to pull her panties and shorts off her and 
caused her to let out a desperate sigh.

But then suddenly she slid down my body, then while crouching on the floor, she 
undid my jeans and pulled out the prize she was looking for.

"Mmmmphh!" she muttered as she filled her mouth with my cock, then made similar 
noises as she tasted and bathed my meat from its base to its tip.

It was probably the first blow job I had actually enjoyed since I had woken up 
from my wipe, and I was lost at to why I hadn't liked them until now.  While 
Rachael didn't once attempt to deep throat it or do any other professional 
tricks, her lips and tongue were experienced enough to give me some excellent 
licks.

I was a bit disappointed when she quit and licked her way back up to my face, 
but once she was up to my lips, she took a moment to rest as she was completely 
out of breath.

"I hope you brought a condom," she said after teasing my lips with her tongue.

I quickly did a check on her sexual history and the date of her last period, 
finding that she hadn't been careful with most of the guys she had fucked, and 
was only worried about becoming pregnant during her most fertile time of the 
month.

"Yeah, I have some in the glove compartment.  You want to put it on me?"

She gasped when she opened the glove compartment, then said rather shakily, "You 
sure have a lot of... stuff."

"Look behind the extra vibrator batteries.  I think that's where they are," I 
said, struggling to see around her.

"What..." she said, pulling out a double headed dildo, "the hell is this for?"

"What do you mean, what is it for?" I said confused.  "It's for girls.  Have you 
found the condoms yet?"

"But..." she said, clearly baffled why I would have such a thing.

"Here, I'll show you real quick," I said holding my hand out.

She hesitantly handed it to me, then started to turn around to face me.

"Just keep looking for the condoms, then hold still when you find them," I said, 
teasing her well trimmed crotch with one of the heads.

She found the condoms almost immediately, but didn't turn around from feeling 
the dildo's head rubbing against her hot box.  She spread her legs a little to 
give me better access, then let out a sharp gasp when she felt the head 
penetrate her outer lips.

Rachael quickly adjusted herself to accept the cock deeper within her, finding 
the dildo's different feel strangely exciting.

I'm not sure if she even knew it when I switched heads on her, but she 
definitely knew it when I attempted to slip the well slickened end into her 
winking rose.  She jerked herself away, hitting her head on the dash then taking 
a nose dive at the floor.

"Are you okay?" I asked as she struggled to get back up on the seat with me.

"I'm fine!" she huffed from under her arm.  "Just warn me next time before you 
try doing something like that!"
 
"Sorry," I said, watching her struggle to turn around.  "Here, let me help you."

I lowered the chair's back so it was as flat as it could get, then grabbed her 
legs which were straddling me and pulled her back.

When I gave her clit a surprise lick, her arms gave out underneath her and 
barely missed slamming my nuts with her forehead.

I ignored the mild pain her fall had caused as I made her wiggle and gasp with 
my tongue.  When she aided my licking by rubbing her crotch up and down my face, 
I knew she was getting ready to fuck.

When I heard the brief crinkle of a condom package being opened, I gave her clit 
one last lick then waited for her to slip it on me.  I was pleasantly surprised 
when she wet my cock down with her spit before she did, then have her another 
smile as she turned around to face me.

Rachael didn't even hesitate before loading her cunt with my cock once she was 
turned all the way around, and I gave her the benefit of hearing me moan from 
the pressure and heat around my dick.

She was certainly no virgin, for she had no trouble working herself up in speed 
even though she had to straddle me somewhat awkwardly on the seat.  I hazily 
recall how her breasts looked below me as they flopped back and forth with her 
humps. 

I knew I wouldn't lose control while having sex because I had built up quite a 
bit of sexual tension in the past month without doing anything to relieve it 
until now.  And since I was still in complete control of myself, I knew I 
wouldn't have to abstain from having sex any more.

So I was rather pleased with the way things turned out, and as Rachael started 
to tire without bringing either of us off, I reached up to her breast and gave 
it a little twist while sending a surge of my magic touch through its sensitive 
skin.

She froze from the pleasurable sensation it had produced, and I found her very 
responsive to my magic touch, more than what I recalled ever experiencing 
before.

Seeing she had pushed herself as hard as she could, I switched my magic touch to 
sooth and easily relaxed her down on top of me to give her a nice body rub.

While she was completely subdued in a deeply relaxed state, the thought occurred 
I could easily manipulate her into allowing me to fuck her ass.  But I dismissed 
the idea for I was quite satisfied with the fucking so far and saw no need to 
rush things like that. I knew I would sooner or later desire to take her ass, 
but only if she consented to it before hand.

So to aid that future possibility, I kept teasing her rose with my pleasurable 
magic touch momentarily as I ran my hands up and down her limp body.

By the time my arms had gotten tired of reaching for her lower parts, my cock 
was feeling quite full of spunk and energy, so I rested my arms beside me while 
laying my hands on her back, then switched my magic touch back to sexual 
pleasure while transferring it to my dick.

At first only the only thing that even twitched was Rachael's cunt, but slowly 
the movement spread until her hips began to wiggle, then moments later started 
to hump.

It was like my dick was the source of some great energy which was spreading 
through her body and animating it as it went.  Once her humps were strong enough 
that she needed some extra lift to go further, her legs began to take on some of 
the work.

Her arms began to move a few moments later, sluggishly at first but steadily 
until they lifted her chest off mine while opening her eyes with a groan.

She threw her head back in pleasure as her humps became thrusts of increasing 
strength, then suddenly went all out while we both moan and groaned in pleasure, 
feeling long needed orgasms approaching.

She peaked before I did, and I found her lowering herself back down just as I 
felt my own release come to bear.  Thankfully Rachael kept her humping motion up 
as I shot my seed into the rubber, and then I enjoyed feeling her continue it 
even after I had collapsed.

It wasn't until after she got us both worked up again that I realized the reason 
she had left her engine running was because I hadn't stopped using my magic 
touch.  But I didn't bother to stop it until after she brought us both off 
again, and then all I did was change it to the soothing kind again.

We found the windows completely fogged up by the time we took any notice of our 
surroundings, and when we heard another vehicle in the distance obviously racing 
towards us, we both went scrambling for our clothes as I scanned to find out who 
it was.

"Rachael, there's a blanket behind your seat," I said getting into the drivers 
seat.  "I'm going to have to roll down the windows to see, so you better get it 
out so you don't get cold."

She did as I suggested, then exclaimed, "Oh shit.  It's Kevin.  Come on... Let's 
get out of here."

"Kevin?"

"He's my old boyfriend.  If he catches us together, like this, he'll probably 
flip.  This was our spot to, you know.."

"Uh huh," I said, flashing her a smile before starting the engine and hitting 
the buttons to roll down the windows.  "I know all right."

I took a moment to get a good look at the layout, but unfortunately couldn't see 
beyond the dust cloud behind Kevin's supped up Buick Regal which was heading 
straight for us.  I considered making Kevin unable to see us, but I was obliged 
to show Rachael I knew how to handle my car like she had, even if I found it to 
be rather stupid myself to do it.

"Well?  Are you just going to sit here until he has you trapped?  You can't just 
go in any direction you know.."

"I can't?  Why not?"

"Because it isn't level enough to go very fast, that's why.  Look, do you want 
me to drive?"

"No, that's okay.  I'm just waiting for him to reach that rock that looks like a 
big nose with a zit."

"Why?" she exclaimed.

"This is why," I said, putting the car in reverse and floored it until I reached 
the end of the strip, then waited in the dust cloud until I heard the Regal's 
engine decelerating.

"Hang on," I said as I flipped my lights on, floored it, and hit the horn.

I wasn't actually going full out since I was trying to time it so if I had to go 
around him, I could do it at the wider spot of the path at the bend.  But just 
as I had hoped, when Kevin saw us coming out of the cloud at high speed with our 
lights and horn blaring, he panicked and swerved off, bouncing up and down as 
his shocks got a good work out from the unleveled terran.

"Next time we go for a ride," I said as we entered the cloud of dust he had left 
behind.  "I'll do the driving."

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 5 - King of Sluts
(mc mf)

Walking down the hallways at school the next day had an entirely different 
aspect to it after the fuck with Rachael.  I couldn't believe the number of 
people who unconsciously sought my empathic touch.  The guys pretty much 
attributed the pleasant feelings they had when I greeted them to my smile, but 
most of the girls had labeled it as romantic or sexual attraction, which of the 
two depended on the girl. 

So you could imagine how odd it was walking down the hallways like I always did 
but with the difference of knowing half of the people around me were 
unconsciously hoping for the chance I'd smile at them.

And damn it!  I kept catching myself doing it!  Not only were people literally 
becoming addicted to my empathic touch, but I was just as hooked on making 
others feel good.  Even though I felt this separation between myself and the 
emotions of others, it was still rewarding to see other people's faces light up 
when you're around.  We humans are a very social creature.  We need the approval 
of others, especially our peers.

While I was in my third period class, I suddenly realized my teacher had a 
serious addiction to my empathic touches from just the way she kept giving me 
the easy questions in class.  I immediately decided to stop giving out those 
empathic feelings of happiness to my teachers, and as the day continued, I found 
they all had the same negative reaction when I held back on my empathic touch as 
I smiled.  They all frowned.

By Friday I was seriously considering giving them all a small dose, for in every 
class they made every attempt to make me as miserable as they had become.  But I 
held off to see if over the weekend their frustration and bad moods would wear 
off, thinking they couldn't possibly have become that dependant in a month.

To my relief, my first and second hour teachers had returned to normal Monday 
morning, but while I was walking to my third hour class, I discovered that not 
everyone got over it over the weekend.  In fact for several girls it had gotten 
worse.

The first indication of this was from a black sophomore named Jesse whom I had 
given numerous smiles to because she had reminded me of Melissa from the cell.  
I have to admit I got a bit excited when I caught her eyes undressing me, but 
that's not the reason I smiled at her without holding back on my empathic touch.

Then just as I turned the corner to the hall my class was down, Debbie Collins 
spotted me from her locker and intercepted me.

"Hiya, sexy.  What's your hurry?"

"No hurry.  Just trying to get to class."

"You doin' anything tonight?" she said chewing her gum like mad.

"I have some homework, but that won't take too long.  Why?"

"Well I was wondering if you'd like to go out for pizza or something," she said, 
leaning against the lockers and giving me a good view of her cleavage.

"Sure," I said, reading her mind and liking what the something was.  "How about 
right after school?  I'll meet out by my Porsche, all right?"

"Right.  That's a date," she said triumphantly.  "Make sure you bring that 
pretty smile of yours along too."

"Oh I will," I said giving her a healthy dose right there.  "You can count on 
it."

I watched her walk away, her ass moving back and forth as sexily as she could 
wiggle it while her twat tingled with her arousal.  I had known Debbie since the 
second grade, but she had always been rather cold towards me and Joey, 
especially in high school since she and Suzi had long decided they didn't like 
each other at all.

God, she had a body, and that body knew how to fuck.  Debbie was the class slut, 
but she didn't just fuck anyone, oh no.  Only the captain of the football team, 
or the best wrestler, or the tallest basketball player.  She got to choose the 
jock, and even if they already had a girl at their beck and call, no one had 
never refused her, and never had she ever asked anyone but the top jock for a 
date...  Until me.

So who was I to be two firsts?  Besides, I considered Debbie probably to be the 
only person besides Joey who could hold a candle to me in the number of sexual 
partners.  Okay, so that isn't really a good thing, but it still was something 
that brought her up (or down) to my level, and I have seen a lot of guys crash 
and burn from her nasty responses for an offer to go out on a date.  I 
considered myself to be the only one who could give some of that back to her.

A lot of the differences between girls and guys are of course physical in 
nature, but there are a lot of psychological differences which are not caused by 
a hormone or sexual organ, but society and its standards or rules.

For example, when a young male has sex with numerous girls, he is called a stud 
and for the most part is respected by his male peers.  However, when a girl has 
sex with numerous guys, she is called a slut and is seen as something which has 
been soiled or is otherwise unclean.  Now of course this is all very silly, but 
you have to admit it is for the most part how we think as a society.  I've never 
heard of a negative term for a sexually active male unless it involved 
homosexual activity.

So what makes a slut or a stud in the first place?  Ignoring the cases of 
nymphomaniacs and Don Juanism, most sexually active people are regular people 
who simply enjoy the physical and emotional pleasure it gives them.  The 
emotional factor is usually stronger with women than it is for men, and as the 
day went on, I started to realize this and started paying close attention to 
those who I found the most attracted to me without having felt my smile yet that 
day.

By the fifth hour, a pattern had developed concerning exactly who was vulnerable 
to becoming addicted to my empathic touch.  While anyone could become addicted 
if I kept giving it to them regularly like I had done with my teachers, only 
those who were already in need for the comfort and happiness of another's 
empathic touch were driven to demand it.

The girls who were being attracted to me like moths to a flame were simply in 
need for that emotional pleasure which most people only feel while being 
intimate with another.  I'm not claiming that all so called sluts only wanted to 
be loved or anything such as this.  But the girls who were watching me intently 
as I walked down the halls all desired to feel the emotions I had briefly shared 
with them in greater quantities and in other ways.

Strangely enough, the day after Rachael and I fucked, she seemed quite content 
with herself and didn't feel need for a repeat that day.  I was rather relieved 
about this, but at the same time I had hoped that she would have been willing to 
help me clear my head of my sexual cluttering thoughts once in a while, 
especially when I found I had increased my ability to study and do my homework 
from having relieved my sexual tensions in our fuck.

By the time I was walking out to meet Debbie by my car, I had made a list of 
seven different girls who I had determined were desperate for my empathic touch.  
I wasn't sure if they all would come to me or not, and I hoped that if they did, 
they would be spread out and wait their turn just so I would keep my head clear 
all week long.

"I went out with another guy who had a Porsche.  His had real gold trim," she 
remarked when I unlocked the door for her.

"That's strange," I said before shutting the door so she couldn't immediately 
ask me what.

"What's strange?" she demanded when I opened my side and sat down.

"The only people I ever heard putting real gold trim on their cars were drug 
dealers or pimps," I made up.

"Well, he wasn't either of those," she said while thinking I may be right.

"You still up for pizza?  Or would you rather do something else?" I said, 
flashing my smile.

"Oh, I don't know..  Lets go in the direction of the pizza place, then if 
something catches my eye, I'll let you know."

"All right," I said, sharply cutting off the empathic feeling I was 
transmitting.

"Or," she said hesitantly, "If you really want pizza, we can go there too."

"Not really, but I think I know a place we'd both like," I said giving her a 
weak grin.

"Where?"

"You'll see."

It took a good half hour to get there, and by that time she was doing everything 
she could to annoy me, but I didn't bother taking any of her comment seriously 
since I knew she'd shut up when she saw the insides.

"This place isn't that bad," she admitted when we walked into the little 
oriental restaurant.  "Why didn't you tell me we were coming here?  I would have 
dressed up.."

I gave her another smile, thinking of the fact I didn't expect her be in her 
clothes much longer so dressing up would have been a waste of time.

"You have reservation?" the short oriental woman asked after a polite bow.

"Yes, Timothy Brandton's party?  I reserved one of the private rooms?"

The little oriental woman raised an eyebrow, then said, "Moment please," before 
turning around and disappeared in the back.

"Sweet woman," Debbie remarked.  "Why did you get a private room?  This place is 
empty."

"You'll see," I said as a rather tall oriental man came out, immediately 
followed by the woman.

"We don't allow minors in the private rooms," he said in a firm voice.  "You can 
have a regular table or find someplace else to eat."

"Are you sure?" I said, pulling out a carefully folded little paper airplane 
which just happened to be made out of a hundred dollar bill and launched it 
towards him.

It hit his chest, and even though he spotted what it was, he ignored it and 
said, "We're sure."

"Sorry Sis.  I guess we'll have to find another place to celebrate your birthday 
at," I simply said turning around.

Debbie, being the sneaky and cunning person she was, played her part by saying, 
"I told you dad should have come with us," as we walked out the door.

"Wait," the woman said rushing out behind us.  "You brother and sister?"

"What?  Can't you see the resemblance?" I asked, knowing she had troubles 
telling two Caucasians apart, let alone recognizing family resemblances.

"Then you can have room," she said hesitantly.

"Are you sure?" I said.

"Yes.  Please come."

Debbie and I exchanged looks of success, then followed the woman back in only to 
be stopped by the man.

"No funny business, you hear?  We used to let kids use the back rooms, but some 
parents complained and we almost got our permit taken away.  And here," he said, 
handing me the unfolded airplane.  "You'll be needing that later."

We were shown to our private room, Debbie's confusion clearly showing on her 
face when all we found in the room was a vinyl covered floor and lots of 
oriental paintings of nature scenes.

"What do we do?  Eat on the floor?" Debbie asked.

"Yep,"  I said, taking my shoes and socks off. "You might as well get 
comfortable and take off your shoes and anything else you want.  They won't be 
back."

"What do you mean, they wont' be back?" she said rather angrily.  "We came here 
to eat."

I turned to one of the larger nature scenes and tugged at the corner of the 
frame.  When it didn't give, I frowned, then tried the other side.

"What are you doing?" she said before trying the one next to mine.  "Wow!"

"Heh.  You see?" I said as she pulled out the large round covered dish from 
inside the refrigerator and examined its contents.

"Are there things behind all of them?" she asked when I took the bowl from her 
and popped it in the microwave that was hiding behind a smaller scene. 

"Yeah, or at least.. all but this one," I said, feeling around the edge of the 
one I had tried first before the microwave dinged.

"There isn't any forks or even chop sticks.." she commented after opening all 
five compartments up.

"That's because you're supposed to eat them with your fingers.. or other body 
parts," I said as I handed the bowl to her and then grabbed another to warm.

"Are you crazy?  What if they catch us?" she said smelling then tasting some of 
what I had handed her. "This one tastes..  Uhm.. sort of tangy." 

"They won't," I said, getting a good fingerful and tasting it, finding it wasn't 
anything like what I had expected.

I put the cover back on that one and put it back in the refrigerator which it 
had come, then sampled the remaining three before deciding on one.

"Here..  Try this one," I said, giving her the one which had been warming then 
put the one I had picked in to warm also.

"You think I'm just going to let you seduce me with this stuff?" she said 
huffily.

I smiled at her as I dipped my finger into the one I had given her, brought my 
finger to my mouth, then slowly took a lick from it before sneakily wiping the 
rest on her upper lip. 

I knew that it was one of the two sweet ones, for when my dad had taken us to 
eat there the previous week, I remembered that the purple one was the best and 
sweetest.  There apparently were several private rooms, for this wasn't as near 
as nice as the one I had been in before, but considering it was just the two of 
us, I had just let it go as long as the food was the same.

"Mmm, this does taste good," she said after tasting it, struggling to keep her 
arousal from giving up her position of control.

"Try some of this," I said, loading up my finger with the one I had been 
warming.

She hesitated a moment before taking some from my finger, then visibly embraced 
the reward my smile was giving her.

"May I try?" she asked once she had cleaned off my finger, picking up a 
different bowl and loading up two fingers with it.

I licked her fingers off energetically, then accepted her other hand serving a 
different one directly into my mouth.  But then I had her hold up while I 
removed my shirt and pants.

"I don't want to get it all over my clothes," I explained.

She didn't the least bit flustered by the fact I only had my boxers on which 
were tented up very nicely.  We took two more turns each feeding the other a 
different treat, then she dripped some on my chest accidentally and we paused to 
consider our little game.

"Okay, I'll get it," she said after sitting there under my smile for nearly two 
minutes.

Once she had used her tongue to lap up the blotch which had been making its way 
down my chest, I started undressing her while she lost herself in her licking.

Debbie really did have a nice body.  If I had remembered Holly's best friend 
Tammy at the time, I would have probably rated Debbie right up there with her 
centerfold quality figure and perfect skin.  Her breasts were full and meaty, 
yet not too much for one to devour, and her cunt...  I was glad I had brought 
her to that place because I had every intention of eating her out in the literal 
sense after seeing her wonderful serving dish.

I had expected to have to use my magic touch on her to get what I wanted from 
her, but Debbie wasn't the class slut for nothing.  Once she had gotten into the 
horny stage, she was quite willing to explore some new and kinky stuff with me.

She didn't resist my undressing her in the least, and even though she was rather 
busy with licking my chest afterwards, she didn't mind stopping so I could have 
my turn licking hers.

Of course I'm certain she knew what I had in mind, and I know she enjoyed my 
painting of her breasts and tummy with the purple finger food.  Then she 
impressed me with her self control by allowing me to finish without rushing me 
even though she was incredibly turned by the idea of doing something similar 
with me.

When we did switch roles, she didn't waist any time removing my jockey shorts, 
dumping the entire bowl of the white paste on my cock, tummy, and chest, then 
used her breasts and later her whole upper body to spread it around while she 
licked up what would have gotten away.

Oh she was a wild woman.  She used her tits to smear up my cock with the food 
she had collected from other parts of my body, then cleaned off my cock with her 
mouth before working her body over mine to get some more.  I was so turned on by 
the time she had had her fill, I was ready to skip any further fooling around 
and go for the fuck.

But I didn't have to do anything to get that.  She just dumped the rest of the 
purple finger food on my cock and chest, then promptly mounted me after taking a 
big long lick up my body and shoved half of what she had collected into my mouth 
with her tongue.

Once we had cleaned each others mouths out, we fucked like animals, and after I 
shot my hot spunk inside her, I rediscovered the wonder and pleasure of making a 
woman moan with passion as I thoroughly cleaned her cunt out with my fingers and 
tongue.

I was rather sedated by the time I had finished, my mind having been cleared of 
my lust and fuck needs.  But Debbie was as turned on as ever, mostly because she 
had never had anyone eat her out after they came inside her before.  She 
apparently knew a little about what I liked in sex because she simply got on her 
knees before me, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks with her hands.

I couldn't believe she was offering me her virgin ass like that.  I was 
instantly hard and ready to go, then went a step further by grabbing a bowl out 
of the refrigerator and using it cold to lube her up while I loosened her too.

Unfortunately, just as I had gotten fully inside her rectum, I raised my fingers 
to my lips to clean them off with my mouth without thinking.  The instant the 
corruption hit my nose, I was assaulted with flashbacks of the dirty sex with 
Joey last fall. 

I still managed to fuck her ass to her satisfaction, but I didn't enjoy it in 
the least, and it was a wonder I was able to do it as disorientating my 
flashbacks were.  After she came, I just pulled out and let myself go limp onto 
the floor, then rode out the rest of the flashbacks while Debbie laid next to me 
purring like a cat.

Okay, so she wasn't purring, but if cats could talk, that's what they would 
sound like.  I don't have a clue at what she was saying to me, but in our future 
fucks I learned she just liked to talk a lot after sex and didn't mind if she 
did all the talking.

Once my flashbacks had subsided, I was able to concentrate on the current 
situation and was suddenly very aware at how much food we had gotten into our 
hair, not to mention everywhere else.

"I was wondering when you were going to snap out of it.  I know I'm good, but 
still," Debbie said with a cocky grin.  

"Sorry," I simply said as I stood up.  "Are you ready to leave?"

"No, I'm not," she said, rolling onto her back to give me a full view of her 
perfect body that was covered from head to toe by a drying paste.  Her sprawling 
out on the floor naked like that would have normally made me go hard again, but 
I had had my fill of sex for the day, and simply held out my hand as an offer to 
help her up.

She just laid there with this "worship me" look in her eyes, intending to 
establish that she was the one who decided things here.

I took a few moments to reflect on whether or not to submit to her like that, 
for I really didn't have any motivation to turn the tables on her and give her a 
taste of her own medicine.  

Logically, she would be easier to live with if I did as she wished, but I also 
knew it might lead up to a considerable amount of trouble later if she got 
carried away with it.  Debbie didn't have any affectionate feelings for me, or 
anyone for that matter, but I wasn't interested in changing that either.  She 
was like me in that sense.  She craved the release and the resulting clear 
mindedness as much or more as the physical pleasure involved, and so I didn't 
see any reason to complicate things between us by fighting her like that.

And since I had no silly emotions such as pride to lose, I got down on my hands 
and knees and began cleaning her skin with my tongue.  Once she was satisfied I 
wasn't going to back out, she announced she was ready to go, but she was 
surprised when I stopped and got back up to my feet without argument.

"I don't suppose you've thought as far ahead as how we get out of here without 
making a scene," she teased.

"Why would we make a scene?" I asked, having finally figured out what that first 
nature scene graphic had contained.

I slid the large nature scene upwards to reveal a sink and a few towels and 
washcloths, then proceeded to fill the basin up with warm water before finding 
her laying down again and waiting for me to finish cleaning her up.

To my surprise, I found myself aroused again after rinsing my cloth for the 
fourth time and returned to her to do her legs and feet.  Debbie too was getting 
turned on again from all my fondling, and after I finished, I just sat back and 
waited to see what she was going to do.

The only movement she made was to spread her legs apart to give me a good view 
of her moist pussy, not that she needed to do anything more than that.  I simply 
crawled up to her and mounted her, then managed to smear half of the paste that 
was still covering me onto her.

After having to use my magic touch on her to get her to cum, she cleaned herself 
up while I rested, then we both took a washcloth to clean me up.  By the time we 
finished and went out to pay the bill, it was after six and the place was 
packed.

I only can imagine the face the short oriental woman made when she went back to 
our room and found the mess we had made, especially when she saw the outline of 
my ass on the paste covered floor.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 6 - Love at First Sight
(mc mf ff fmf)

I still remember every detail of the day I saw the love of my life for the first 
time.

Brad and I were walking together to go to our second hour class when suddenly, 
out of the blue this drop dead gorgeous girl that both Brad and I had never seen 
before appeared.

"Wow, man.. Who is she?" Brad said to me.

"Gloria Harr, Junior, just moved here from California," I said as I scanned.  
"So far she hates it here, and she only digs guys who skateboard."

"Shit.  I knew I should have kept that skateboard," Brad muttered.  "I guess 
I'll just have to buy a new one."

As we watched her walk by, neither of us noticed another girl approaching and 
taking as strong an interest in Brad as we had in Gloria.

"Hi, Brad," a meek voice said, the pair of us barely even hearing it.

"Huh?  Oh, hi, Jennifer," Brad said, just glancing to see who it was before 
watching Gloria's ass turn the corner.

When I turned around to say something to Brad, having already forgotten about 
the little voice who had spoken, I found myself in awe of the most beautiful 
person had ever seen in my life.

"I'll see ya around, okay?" the meek voice said hopefully.

"Uh, yeah.  Okay," Brad said, his best attempt at not hurting the girl's 
feelings while getting rid of her.

I stood there as the source of the most incredible looking symbols I had ever 
seen and the purest of hearts I had ever felt walked away discouraged, and it 
wasn't until the crowd's mess of symbols swallowed hers up that I remembered 
Brad had known her name.

"Who was that?!" I said as I finally looked through my eyes to try and see what 
she looked like.

"Who?  You mean Jennifer?  She's just one of Sandi's old friends from grade 
school, that's all."

"She's.. beautiful," I whispered, unable to speak loudly from the awe I still 
felt.

"What did you say?" Brad said, not believing his ears.

"I said she was beautiful," I said, leaning up against the lockers to keep from 
falling over.

"Are we talking about the same person?"

"You said her name was Jennifer," I said distantly.  "Jennifer..  Jennifer 
what?"

"Are you all right?" Brad said with his brow knotted in a frown.

"I'm fine," I said.  "What's her last name?" I insisted.

"Corrigan, I think," Brad said.  "Look, man.  I think you need to have your eyes 
checked.  Jennifer Corrigan is a dog.  A real woof woof.  You're starting to 
scare me with this beautiful shit.  Come on.  We got to get to class."

I didn't even try to argue with him, for I had peeked in his head as he recalled 
Jennifer's image and saw that she was somewhat on the unattractive side.  But I 
couldn't get her out of my mind.  Those symbols... and the purity of her soul... 

I pulled a few strings and managed to find out her locker number, then got out 
of my last period early enough to get to her locker before the bell rang.

I stood on the other side of the hall with my 'ignore everything I do' 
transmitter on high.  I waited as the crowd flowed past, no one seeming to see 
me yet there wasn't a single person who didn't walk around me if I was in their 
way.

My heart started to pound when I finally detected her mind's incredible pattern 
coming closer, then as it emerged from the sea of thoughts, I remembered to look 
through my eyes at her sight.

At first I couldn't see anything, for she was shorter than most of the people 
walking towards me.  But then I got a few glances, and I was thinking that Brad 
must have been exaggerating about her looks before I got a good look and found 
his image had been accurate.

Oh, but I didn't care.  Not only did the symbols flowing gracefully around her 
head have a beauty and style all their own, but my empathic senses were going 
bonkers from her romantic day dreaming as she walked up to her locker.

Jennifer didn't speak a word as she dialed to open her locker, but then another 
girl walked by and whispered something in her ear.

At first I thought I had died again and I was hearing an angel singing to me, 
but then I realized it had simply been her laugh instead.  Everything about her 
seemed so beautiful to me.  Even her laugh...

I stood there frozen the entire time as I watched her get her stuff and get 
ready to leave.  And then, the most amazing thing happened.

She glanced at me.. and NOTICED me!

I don't know who was startled the most, her or I.  My expression was of surprise 
and shock, but hers was..

Well, I had an emotional reaction if that tells you anything.  She thought I was 
staring at her physical looks, not her beauty within.  The anguish I felt made 
me turn and hurry away, never even looking back once to see her do the same.

The next day I had a terrible time keeping my mind off my Jennifer.  I had so 
many questions, so many things I felt I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't get 
over how horrible she had felt when she had seen me staring at her.

And when Rachael showed up at my locker after school for our weekly fuck, I 
tried making up an excuse to get out of it, but by that time my sluts couldn't 
take no for an answer and I knew it.

It was while Rachael's ass was busily fucking my cock that I realized there was 
something I had been missing with my sluts.  Every single one of them needed an 
empathic touch from someone, but there wasn't any real feelings of love there.  
They just wanted to share in a mutual exchange of pleasure, something which is 
intimate, yet not truly love.

For the first time since my wipe, I wished to feel an emotion like I had used 
to.  I wanted to feel love for another person, and feel that love being 
returned.  I became lovesick while I came inside Rachael's twitching orgasming 
ass.

Another day went by before I convinced myself I had to speak with Jennifer just 
so I could have some peace of mind.  I knew I was letting my lovesickness 
dictate my actions a little, and I wasn't sure if she was even interested in 
forming a relationship with anyone, especially someone who was three grades 
above her.

But then again, she had approached Brad the day before, and I knew that it had 
taken a lot of guts for her to do so considering Brad had never shown interest 
in her before.  I know he didn't have the senses I had, but I couldn't believe 
Brad was so blinded by her looks that he never even felt the joy of her laugh.

As I felt Jennifer approach her locker, I was distressed by the lonely thoughts 
my encounter with her had caused, and for a moment I wanted to just go away.

But my heartache grew the longer I felt her loneliness, and before I even knew I 
was doing it, I had stepped out in front of her and said, "I'm sorry."

"What did you say?" she shakily asked once her panic had decreased enough that 
she was allowed to think.

I opened my mouth to say it again, but found I too was so shaken up I couldn't 
even speak.  But when she started to think I was trying to tease her somehow, I 
found my voice and said, "I'm sorry for watching you.  I didn't mean to hurt 
you."

"I need to get to my bus," she said nervously as she hurriedly walked around me 
towards her locker.

"Jennifer, please," I said desperately.  "I need to talk to you."

"How do you know my name?" she said defensively.

"Brad told me," I said guiltily.  "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you 
before, but.."

"Please, just leave me alone, okay?" she said.  "I know what you're doing, so 
just stop.  I already feel like I'm trash, so go away!"

"You're not trash," I said even more desperately.  "You're kind, you're 
romantic, you have the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard...  Ever since I 
first saw you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.  I know you don't 
know anything about me, but I swear to God I'd never tease you or anyone like 
that.  Ask anyone who knows me.  Ask Brad or Sandi, or..."

I felt it happen then.  When her eyes glanced into mine, I felt that familiar 
feeling just like I had felt with Joey or Suzi those first few times.  It was 
like my life had started all over again, for I could love another like I had 
loved them.

But just as I reached a state of euphoria, I found everything crashing down as 
Jennifer hurried away yelling, "Stay away from me!" with tears forming in her 
eyes.

I couldn't let her go like that.  All I could think was that she needed me as 
badly as I needed her.  Without consideration of any of the possible 
consequences, I ordered the crowd to block her path while clearing the way for 
me to reach her.

"Please, let me through!" she cried while trying to push her way against the 
tightly flowing crowd.

My entire body went ice cold when she whimpered from my touching of her 
shoulder, then felt my own tears forming as I stopped my manipulation of the 
crowd's flow and watched her head towards the stairs in a panicked run.

I went straight home to the south mansion to be alone, my mother having moved 
into the North mansion after returning from her honeymoon last spring.  I spent 
the rest of the day and night just sinking deeper into an illogical depression 
that I hadn't felt for what seemed to have been a life time.

No one within my empathic range escaped my sadness the next morning, the 
depressing mood which I inflicted on my classmates and teachers only worsened my 
own, and it wasn't until my class with Joey that anyone could do anything about 
it.

"Hey, bud," Joey said, struggling against the feelings I was assaulting him with 
unintentionally.  "What's wrong?  You're making everyone feel blue."

"I know, but I can't help it," I said.

"Then we better go see Higgs," he wisely said.  

I didn't bother arguing with him for I didn't really care.  Joey went up to tell 
the teacher, then came back to my desk and walked me out with an arm behind my 
back.

"Shit Tim.  How long you been feeling this way?" he said once we left the room.

"Since yesterday," I admitted.

"Is it something Suzi or I did?" he asked.

"No, nothing to do with you two."

"What about Eric's move?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh.  Eric's dad got transferred to Atlanta.  I though you knew."

"No, that's the first I heard of it," I said with a sigh.  "When does he leave?"

"He's already gone.  He left last Tuesday."

"Oh.  Oh well."

"Come on, Tim.  It's me.  Joey.  Tell me what's wrong," he said, feeling himself 
sliding into my despair.

"Jennifer thinks I'm some kind of creep," I simply said.

"Jennifer?  Jennifer who?"

"Jennifer Corrigan.  She's a freshman."

"Why does she think you're a creep?"

"Because she thinks she's ugly and can't understand why I'd want to have 
anything to do with her.  She thinks I'm trying to lead her on so I can dump 
her.  But she's not ugly.  She's beautiful.  She's the most beautiful person 
I've ever met, and she hates me."

Joey had stopped in his tracks from my revelation, and for a moment I thought he 
was going to cry himself.  

But then he shrugged it off and smiled a big smile before saying, "You have a 
crush on her?"

"I guess," I said, somehow feeling better just from hearing him say that.

"That's.. That's GREAT!" he whooped.  "Does your mom know?  Have you felt 
anything else like... like...  Shit, just anything else?"

"No, my mom doesn't know, and I've been miserable ever since Jennifer ran to the 
bus crying when I tried to tell her..."

"Tell her what?  Do you love her?" Joey said settling down from his excitement.

"Do I?  I guess so.  I want to, but only if she can love me back.  I feel so 
helpless."

"You?  Helpless?  Come on, Tim.  You're the most un-helpless person I've ever 
known.  Just think it to her if nothing else.  Once she got over the shock..."

"She's immune to it," I said simply, sinking down to the floor against the 
lockers in that hall.  "I can read her thoughts, but I can't send her mine.  And 
I'm afraid to use my empathy on her.  She's so delicate, so lonely...  I can't 
risk permanently hurting her by making her feel what I'm feeling."

"Shit," Joey said, sinking down besides me.  "That does make it harder."

"I just want to talk with her," I said to break the silence.  "She has the most 
incredible symbols, Joey.  They're like nothing I've ever seen before.  And the 
worst part is, I've only heard her laugh once, and I'm sure I'll never hear it 
again because she's scared of me."

"Don't do this, Tim," Joey said, resting his head against mine.  "We should be 
happy that you're finally starting to feel things again.  I've missed you.  So 
has Suzi, I can tell.  We hate not being able to share stuff with you, but until 
now..."

"I thought we were going to go see Higgs," I said.

"I'm too depressed," Joey admitted.  "The only person I want to see now is Suzi.  
Could you?"

"Okay," I said as I reached out to her with my mind.

Five minutes later, we heard Suzi's feet hurrying down the steps after finally 
convincing her teacher she had to leave for a few minutes.

"What's wrong?" she said in a near panic when she saw us helplessly laying 
against the lockers like two rag dolls.

"Suz," Joey whimpered as he held his arms out to her like a little boy needing 
his mother.

"What's going on?" she said when she walked into my field of empathic sadness.

"Tim's in love," Joey blurted out in despair.  "But she hates him.  She HATES 
him!"

I started to blubber after he said that, and Joey started to also even while he 
wrapped his arms around Suzi in a hug.

"Stop it," she said sternly.  "Tim, get a hold of yourself before this goes any 
further.  You can control your emotions, remember?"

"Not anymore," I blubbered out.

"Try anyway!" Suzi said, leaning forward to look in my eyes.

While Joey floundered to get her to go back to him so he could hold her again, 
Suzi's eyes stared into mine with such intensity I swore they could have glowed. 
I didn't feel that familiar feeling form between us, so I guess Suzi somehow 
used her own natural empathy to clear my head enough to think a moment.

I did the only thing I could think of, and that was to command myself to stop 
being depressed.

The effect was so immediate, it was like someone had turned off the misery 
switch and turned on the lights.

"Thanks," I said to Suzi a moment after I had recovered my wits.  

"Both of you, thanks," I added as Joey started sobering up.  

"Any time," Joey said sniffing and grinning weakly.  "Just don't wait until we 
come to you."

"Yes, Timmy.  You can always come to one of us if you need someone," she said, 
gently wiping the wetness from my face with her hand.

"I'll try to remember that next time.  But just because I'm not feeling 
depressed anymore, doesn't mean I'm all better.  I think the reason I'm having 
so much trouble with feeling emotions is because Joey blocked my memories from 
returning when I first started having them.  I'll need to undo what I just did 
pretty soon if I don't want to make things worse."

"All right then, what exactly is the problem?" Suzi said.

Joey and I explained it to her, then after she sat down between us with a sigh, 
she said, "Well then do it the old fashioned way."

"How?" I asked.  "She thinks I'm trying to trick her."

"Just don't give up, that's all.  Come on Timmy.  I know you can romance a girl 
off her feet if just put your mind to it.  She may be immune to your telepathy, 
but nobody can resist your charm."

"Yeah, Tim.  Shit, you even charmed me into being your friend all those years," 
Joey said, his sense of humor returning.

"I suppose you're right," I said seriously.  "Even if I don't end up feeling 
romantic, I know how to act romantic.  I've gotten pretty good at acting like I 
feel things."

"Timmy?" Suzi said turning her head towards me.  "Do you have all your memories 
back yet?"

"No, but I have enough of them to know what is right and wrong, to behave like I 
used to, and apply the things I've learned."

"But do you remember feelings?"

"I remember the physical sensations, but until yesterday I didn't remember how 
powerful they could be."

"Promise me something?" she said a moment later.

"Sure.  What?"

"Promise me you'll come to us for help if you ever need it?  I don't want to 
worry about you.  You're very important to me, you know."

"I know.  I promise.  You're both important to me too.  I wish I could say I 
love you, but I'd be lying if I did.  I hope you understand what I mean."

"I think we do," Joey said, instinctively wrapping his arms around Suzi from 
behind while resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Joey," Suzi warned him,  "Not in front of Tim."

"Oh yeah," Joey said, releasing her.  "Sorry."

I frowned a moment, then said, "That's odd...  Joey, do that again."

"Are you sure?" he asked with a look of surprise.

"As sure as I can be without a second test," I rationally said.

Joey restored his arms and chin their proper places, then they both watched me 
for my reaction.

"Hmm..  Nothing.  Try kissing," I suggested.

"Tim, I don't.." Suzi said before Joey's hand covered her mouth and pulled her 
lips towards his.

They only exchanged a simple kiss, then on my suggestion, gave each other a 
longer one, then proceeded to make out a little.

"Okay, that's enough.  I think I can say I'm over feeling any jealousy about...  
You can stop now.  Guys?  Hello?"

"Figures," I said, getting up and heading for our class.

I didn't realize Joey might get into trouble not returning to class with me 
until I was already sitting down and the teacher was about to ask where he was.  
I stalled long enough to find that he and Suzi were heading for the parking lot, 
then realized that my agreement with Higgs to not skip class only pertained to 
me, and not to others.  So as a gift of my restored friendship with my ex-
lovers, I arranged it so they had the rest of the day off.

To my dismay, I found my jealous feelings hadn't gone away after I remembered to 
undo the command I used on myself earlier.  While I no longer felt depressed, I 
couldn't shake the jealous feelings I got from peeking to see what they were 
doing and found them naked in each others arms in Joey's car.

I decided to take my mind off of my problems by trying something I had been 
considering for some time.

Ever since I demonstrated the use of that double headed dildo to Rachael, I had 
passing thoughts about what it would be like to fuck a girl with one of those 
instead of a real one.  Of course this meant swapping bodies with another girl, 
but I had also been considering letting a few of my sluts in on my abilities, 
having wished several times to use my invisible cock during our sex.

I had told all of them I was fucking other girls, and surprisingly they were all 
agreeable to this.  Probably because that meant they could freely fuck someone 
else if the opportunity arose, forcing me to make it a rule to always use a 
condom with them all.

Who I fucked wasn't a secret either, for most of the girls had seen me walk out 
with the others at one time or another, always fucking them on separate dates 
using a rotating schedule with the eleven girls I had so far.

But because the girls seemed to need a recharge of Timmy's empathic love juice 
every nine or so days, I was strongly considering talking them into going out in 
pairs, but wasn't sure how they would take it at first.

And the fact that there were five other girls who were obviously obsessed with 
me didn't help this at all, but then I decided I could try the threesomes with 
the two girls who were giving me the fuck me eyes in the halls.

Renee and Kim had a rather odd sort of friendship.  They competed against each 
other at landing the better looking boyfriend, always trying to best the other 
while staying close friends.  There competition included telling each other what 
they did during sex, sometimes stealing each other's ideas and frequently each 
other's boyfriends.

They had never seen the other have sex, the nearest thing to that being one time 
they had their boyfriends park next to each other just so they could see who 
could make their boyfriend moan the most.

Renee and Kim both had advanced cases of Timmyitis, neither of them hesitating 
at my offer to give them a ride in my car: together.  When they did consider 
this, they reasoned I would just pick on of them and drop the other off first, 
making one of them the winner and the other the loser.

They were sophomores, both still fifteen and came up to only chin.  But they had 
all the equipment, not to mention the experience for me to consider them fit for 
joining my team of after-school sluts.

"You two ever ride in a Porsche before?" I asked as I unlocked their door.

"No," they both said, still giving me the fuck me look.

"Hmm.." I said, looking at them like I was trying to choose between them.

"What?" they both said anxiously.

"I can't decide which of you two should sit up in front first."

"Well, _I_ like the backseat better, don't you?" Kim said suggestively.

"I like the backseat too!" Renee exclaimed.

"Well you don't both have to sit in the back seat," I said as they struggled to 
both get in.  "Renee, you can sit up in the front seat with me for half of the 
ride, then Kim can ride up front the other half."

"Good," Renee said, seeing this as a small victory.

"How about we go get something to eat?" I said.  "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, but not for food," Kim said under her breath.

"What did you say?" I said while giving her a dose of my smile.

"I said Yes, I'm hungry," she said happily.

"So am I," Renee chimed in.

"Good," I said, giving Renee her fair share of my smile as I started the car.

As I drove, I kept pretending to be oblivious to their sexual suggestions, 
finding them both getting even more sexually frustrated while countering the 
other's last sexual ploy.

Finally I dropped the act when Kim announced she would have already blown me if 
she had been in the front seat instead of Renee.

"Excuse me?  Did you just say you wanted to give me a blow job?" I fainted 
surprise.

"Er, well, yes," she said uncomfortably, then she in a more certain tone she 
said  "Yes, I want to blow you.  What do you think about that?"

"I don't know.  What about you, Renee?  You want to blow me to?"

"Park the car somewhere and you'll find out," she said seductively.

"All right," I said, turning into the entrance of a motel and parking at the far 
end of the lot.

"Wait a second," I said as Renee moved her hand towards my lump.  "Let's go in 
the back seat."

"Why?" Renee whined.

"Because there's more room.  Besides, Kim wants to do it too, so why not both of 
you do it at the same time?"

"What?" Renee exclaimed while Kim said, "No way!"

"Well then I guess..." I said, starting the car up.

"We'll do it," Renee exclaimed when I backed out.

"No we won't!" Kim said with a frown.

"Make up you minds," I said, giving them both a smile.

"Okay," Kim said hesitantly.  "But then you have to choose."

"Yeah," Renee said, making sure I got a good look at her ass before she plopped 
it down on the back seat.

"Fine by me," I said, sitting down between them.

When they both suddenly tried to unzip me before the other could, I said, "Hold 
it.  I'll do it, and then you both suck it the same time."

They stayed quiet as they exchanged uncertain looks while I slowly unzipped, but 
when I pulled my cock out, they lost their inhibitions, and struggled to get 
down far enough so they could get their lips to it.

"On second thought," I said convincingly, "Maybe we'll just get a room.  Then we 
can have all the space we need."

"You have to choose first," Renee said with Kim's approval.

"Okay then, I choose... both of you."

"You can't do that," Kim said before plunging her mouth over the head of my 
dick.

"Hey!  That's cheating," Renee exclaimed before wrapping her lips around my 
shaft and trying to force Kim off so she could get some.

Neither of them could stand being cramped up like that more than a minute, for 
the bad thing about a Porsche was they didn't have all that much back seat.

"Ouch!" Kim cried when she conked heads with Renee.

"Well?" Renee queried.

"I'll tell you the truth, ladies.  I want to fuck both of you, together, at the 
same time if possible.  I know at first you think its wrong, but I can make it 
worth your while."

"What do you mean, worth our while?" Renee said. "We're not two hookers out to 
make a buck."

"I know. I didn't mean it like that.  Allow me to demonstrate the many 
advantages of being one of Timmy's girls," I said as I reached forward to touch 
their noses.

I sent them into a gasping wiggling fit of pleasure as they experienced every 
inch of their bodies getting licked, rubbed, or fucked for a little over a 
minute.

"Shall I get us our room now?" I asked the two panting girls.

"Fuck, yes!" Kim exclaimed.

"And HURRY!" Renee cried as I got out.

By the time I got back to the car with the keys, they had raided the glove 
compartment and was trying out the pair of vibrators on themselves.

I convinced them to leave them in them to go inside, then couldn't help finding 
it amusing how they walked like they had to go take a dump really bad.

They were giggling themselves as they pulled the devices out of their pants when 
I shut the door to the room. 

"There's a couple of base rules I want to go over," I said, kicking my shoes off 
and undoing my pants.

"First off, I won't make you do anything you don't want, and I would never hurt 
you.  So if I do something that scares you, either say so or wait to see if it's 
what you think.  I'll know probably before you do whether or not you'd like 
something, so just try and trust me.

"Also, I have eleven other girls taking turns fucking me after school.  If you 
want me to do this again with you, you'll have to schedule it in advance just 
like the rest do, and only if you both are willing to do it at the same time.

"Lastly, there are things I can do, like when I touched your nose.  I have to 
make sure you keep these things to yourself, so I've already made you both 
unable to talk about it with anyone except each other and anyone else who 
already knows.

"Now, do you both still want to have the best sex in your lives?" I said, 
throwing myself on the bed totally nude.

They looked at each other, then whispered something back and forth before Kim 
said, "You're serious about this?"

"What she means is, how do we know you aren't some kind of bull shitter?"

"Good question. How would you'd like me to prove it to you?"

"You mean, just... think something up?" Renee said, sitting down on the other 
bed.

"Just name it."

"Give us an example," Kim said to me after Renee gave her a shrug.

"Okay.  I could make it where any time one of you touches the other you both 
would have an orgasm."

"Now that _is_ bull shit," Renee exclaimed.

"So I take it you want me to do it?" I said giving them a smile.

"Yeah, go ahead," Kim said.

"Okay.  Go ahead.  One of you touch the other."

The two girls just kind of eyed each other a moment, then they cautiously 
extended their right hands out, then Kim hesitantly touched Renee's hand with 
her finger.

"Ha! Nothing happened!" Renee exclaimed.

"That's because I didn't tell you where to touch," I said with a broad smile.

"Oh for Pete's sake.  Where?" Kim cried.

"Breast, ass, crotch, doesn't matter.  Just somewhere... kinky."

"This is stupid," Renee said.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt if I just patted your butt like.." Kim said.

Their gasps when Kim's hand touched Renee's covered ass were quite enjoyable, 
and their amazed faces even more so when they both looked over at me.

"Well?" I said when they just looked at each other.  "I thought you two wanted 
to give me a blow job?"

Now that was rather fun.  They both dived for the bed, then as they both 
struggled to get more of my meat in their mouths than the other, Renee tried 
distracting Kim by giving Kim's ass a pat.

I ended up having to turn down the strength of their orgasms for the resulting 
pats and prods would have quickly worn them out.

While they both rested faced off on either side of my cock panting, I took the 
opportunity to slip my hands into their shirts and stimulated their nipples with 
my magic touch.

Once they had limply removed their shirts and bras, I simply suggested they 
finish getting undressed before laying back down and discontinued my caresses.  
They snapped out of their daze pretty quickly, then glanced at each other after 
shedding their clothes.

I was inspired by Kim's passing thought to provide them the magic touch, but not 
so they could use it on me.

"With this lick," I said, licking Kim's right palm.  "I temporarily grant," 
giving Renee's right hand a lick, "you both," lick, "the Timmy's magic touch," 
lick.

"However," when Kim reached towards me with an evil look.  "It only works on you 
two."

"What?" Kim said astonished.

"Really?" Renee said before reaching for Kim's petite breast.

"Oh, Renee, don't do that," Kim moaned.  "Stop or I'll.."

"You'll what?" Renee said wickedly as she sent her other hand down to her 
friend's crotch.

"This!" Kim gasped when she beat her to it.

I watched as they played, losing their inhibitions towards touching each other's 
parts as they teased and pleasured each other as hard as they could.  I knew 
they would turn out the way I had hoped, so once they had finger fucked each 
other enough, I asked them which one of them wanted to fuck.

"You decide," they both said, crawling up to my face.

"Okay...  I choose... both of you."

"Awwww!" Kim moaned, "Don't start that again!"

"Yeah," Renee said.  "And besides, you can't actually fuck us both first, now 
can you?"

"Who said anything about me fucking?"

They both took that in stride, probably because they half expected it from the 
way things were going so far.

"We're not lesbians," Renee said firmly.

"Yeah, and nothing you can say or do to us is going to change our minds," Kim 
added.

"Oh really?" I said, changing my expression from that of a slight smirking smile 
to one of obvious displeasure.

The effect of my changing of empathic signals was immediate.  Their stern and 
stubborn faces began melting, their moods were extremely sensitive to my own. 
After letting them stew like that for a minute, I got up, went over to my pants, 
pulled out the double headed dildo and threw it on the bed between them.

"Why are you doing this?" Renee asked anxiously.  "You said you wouldn't make us 
do anything we didn't want to do.."

I blinked at that, for I had been letting my personal desires overrule my 
personal morals and that was something which I had not experienced since my 
wipe.

"I'm sorry," I said, switching my expression to a more apologetic one.  "You're 
right.  I won't push you into any more girl girl stuff, okay?  If you do it, you 
do it because you want to do it, and not because I'm making you.

"And I'll level with you both," I said, getting on the bed and crawling up 
between them.  "I know you two compete against each other about boys and sex and 
stuff.  I guess you can see how I was using that to get you this far.."

"You bastard," Kim said.  "You've been tricking us?"

"Not exactly," I said, rubbing a leg on each of them with my magic touch on 
medium.  "This isn't a trick, now is it?"

"No.." Kim admitted.

"I don't care if you were tricking us," Renee sighed as she laid back and 
unfolded her legs to give me full access.  "I mean, I'm so hot for your cock, 
I'd probably..."

"Oh no you don't!" Kim said, seeing she was about to lose.

I didn't realize what she had in her hand until she impaled her best friend with 
it, then just as Renee recovered from the suddenness of her penetration, Kim 
lined herself up and mounted the fake organ between them.

"KIM!" Renee cried before they both let out a deep groan from one of my earlier 
commands having initiated an orgasm the moment their two crotches touched.

"I can't believe.." Renee said before another shutter of pleasure passed through 
her.

"you did that," she finished huskily as she took her friend's nipples in-between 
her fingers and pinched them enough to cause Kim to hump her once more and 
trigger another orgasm.

Kim fell forward on top of her, then after they both quaked again, they didn't 
hesitate on joining their lips in a suck lust frensy.  I canceled my previous 
command, but they didn't seem to notice they weren't receiving their orgasms 
from simply humping their plastic cock inside each other.

After watching the two fifteen year olds hump themselves senseless for twenty 
minutes, I was more than ready to fuck them without any further delay.  
Unfortunately they collapsed right when I was getting up to pull them apart and 
fuck one of them, and I had a moment of desperation finding they had worn 
themselves out.

But then I spotted Renee's ass hole between the two lovely butt cheeks which 
were sticking up in the air.  My eyes didn't leave her rose until I closed them 
as my tongue traveled over the virgin hole, my ears describing to me exactly 
what I had hoped they would hear.

Kim was complacent about allowing Renee to be the first in that way.  After all, 
Kim had won the game in a way Renee could never match, and the three of us knew 
they're would be no further competitions between them, they would just take 
turns at doing something first.

I fucked Renee's ass and deposited my load inside her, then we all jumped in the 
shower and played.  I never did get a chance to swap bodies with them, nor did I 
ever fuck Kim's ass.  I had sex once more with them both the following week, but 
I found that they no longer need my empathic touches, for they had begun to 
explore a more sensual side of themselves, and yes that was initially through 
lesbian sex.  But over the next six months, they lost interest in their new sex, 
and rediscovered boys in an entirely different way.   

I guess you could say I helped them discover love, but considering I was 
rediscovering love myself at the time, I can't really get the credit.  They did 
it themselves.
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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 7 - Romancing a Lonely Heart
(no sex)

I was waiting outside the school building the next morning before anyone even 
was there to unlock the doors.  After two hours of hard work, I was finished 
decorating her locker, then found a spot down the hall to hide and yet stand 
guard over my decorations so they wouldn't be messed with until Jennifer could 
see them.

It still amazes me to recall how long I waited patiently before Jennifer finally 
came down the hall.  The time was well spent, however, for not only had I 
stopped five assholes from messing up my work, I got to witness Jennifer's 
reaction which was very positive to say the least.

She never saw me of course, and I didn't sign my work, so for the time being she 
wasn't sure who could have decorated her locker with hundreds of paper hearts 
and a small box of chocolates which I happily found she liked.

The next morning she found her locker covered with pictures of flowers, filled 
with the sent of roses, and another box of chocolates inside.  I allowed her to 
catch a fleeting glimpse of me walking down the hall after her initial thrill, 
but I gave no indication that I was the least bit interested at what was going 
on at her end of the hall.

I spent the entire night there alone painting roses, butterflies, and hearts on 
the insides and the outside of her locker, using thick water based paints so it 
could be washed off and also wouldn't stink the next morning when she opened it.

That caused quite a stir, I must say.  All day long, people, albeit mostly 
girls, were talking about who this mysterious secret admirer some nobody 
freshman had could be.  If I hadn't managed to get some caffeine capsules to 
keep me wide awake all day at school, I think a couple of people would have 
suspected me, especially when I noticed a group of girls carefully checking to 
see if anyone was asleep during lunch.

Suzi of course knew, and I can't tell you how... good I felt from her approval 
of my methods, and even felt a little tenderness towards her from her 
affectionate kiss on my cheek just before we split up to go home for the day.

I went home and collapsed, and slept until I got up three in the morning to go 
to work.  After washing off my handiwork from the outside of her locker, I 
filled it with the real thing this time, but then had trouble fitting the box of 
chocolates in after getting all seventy-two roses inside, each one I had 
personally dethorned.

This time after I watched her approach her locker and saw she was visibly 
disappointed by its external undecorated appearance, I abandoned my hiding place 
and slowly made my way to her locker for the show.

Her shout followed by her wonderful and giddy laughter told me she had opened 
her locker, but I waited patiently outside the circle of curious onlookers 
looking for the right moment.

I was absolutely filled with pleasure listening to her giggle and feeling her 
joy.  She pulled every one of those roses out just so she could hold them all in 
her arms, several people helping her once she had so many in her arms that she 
couldn't grab and hold anymore without dropping the ones she had.

The last rose had just been inserted into her out stretched arms when the five 
minute bell rang and people started to wander away.  Her two girlfriends helped 
her as long as they could to get the roses back inside her locker, but ended up 
having to leave her with more than half of them still in her arms.

"Oh!  I can't just throw them away!" she pleaded with herself, then desperately 
started to pack them in as best she could.  The bell rang just as half of them 
tumbled out, and I saw it was time to intervene from her frustrated cry.

"It took me four hours to get them all in without them falling down, so stop 
wasting your time and have a chocolate," I said to her while holding the open 
box in front of her.

"So it was you," she said, timidly glancing at me before taking a chocolate.

"Do you believe I'm sincere?" I asked her.

"Sincere of what?" she asked cautiously.

"That I...  That you..  I just think you're wonderful."

"Why?" she asked honestly.

"Why?  Because.  You're...  I mean, you have..  And..."

I paused to consider telling her the truth or not, finding that for once I 
didn't want spoil it by showing off my abilities.  It occurred to me that it 
would probably make her think I was trying to trick her if I used my abilities 
somehow to explain what I could see and feel about her.  In fact, I decided 
right then and there that because I couldn't actually affect her with my 
telepathy directly, she would probably reject a demonstration as something I had 
arranged.

"Can't a guy just fall in love with a special girl and don't know why?" I 
finally said.

"You fell in love with me?" she said with the most embracing and hoping look I 
had ever seen.

"Ever since I first saw you, I knew you were special.  And when I first heard 
your laugh, I felt like I wanted to love you.  And now, after seeing your face 
light up, hearing you giggle and gasp from my little attempts to let you know 
how I feel, I honestly can say, yes, I love you Jennifer."

"Wow," she breathed.  "I've read things like this, but I never..   Wait a 
minute.  Now I know who you are.  You're that Tim somebody.  The one that was 
supposed to be..."

"Dead?" I said smiling.  "Yeah, but lucky for me I'm not, otherwise I wouldn't 
be here talking to you.  Uhm, I know this isn't the most romantic thing to say, 
but we both need to get to class."

"Oh my GOSH! I have a TEST!" she said before staring down at the pile of roses.

"Then I'll take care of your roses and clean up your locker while you're taking 
your test.  Don't worry.  I won't let a single rose get tossed."

I watched her hurry down the hall, her throwing glances back over her shoulder 
every few yards and giving me this hopeful look.  When she finally went out of 
sight, I sighed and sunk down to the floor with a smile on my lips.

But once I had given myself a few moments to reflect, I got moving, picking out 
the best fourteen roses to leave in her locker, then quickly disposed of the 
rest.  Yes, I know I had lied to her, but I had another sixty roses in my car 
that I could give her to replace them.  Of course I didn't know when I would 
have time to dethorn them.

I treated every morning like it was our anniversary, always finding something 
new to do while always providing her with a small box of eight chocolates.  
Every day I felt her get a little closer, every night I dreamed of us sharing 
our first kiss.  I spent hundreds of dollars on the little things that made her 
gasp in delight.  Whether it was jewelry, expensive candies, or one of the 
several love poems I wrote every night, her response was always the same.  Happy 
and giddy with eyes full of life.

On our one month anniversary, I met her outside her house on the way to her bus 
stop in a hot air balloon.  As the balloon made its descent towards the big open 
field behind her house, her expression looking up at me filled me up with a 
feeling of magic, knowing she finally had accepted my love as simply that.

"Need a lift to school?" I said as she ran towards me once the balloon had 
touched the ground.

"I can't believe you did this!" she exclaimed with a smile from ear to ear.

"You said you've always wanted to go for a ride in a hot aired balloon, and your 
wish is my command," I said, offering her my hands to help her in.

"Ewwww!" she said excitedly as I picked her up and sat her down on the rim of 
the basket.

When she turned around and hopped in, she found herself right there in front of 
me, her face stopping an inch from hitting my chest.  I clearly heard her deeply 
inhale my sent before timidly backing up with her eyes pointed at her feet.

"Hey, turn around and watch the ground as we take off," I said gently while 
turning her around with my hands.

She was very aware of how closely I was standing behind her while the ground 
shrunk from under our stare, then once we were high enough in the air, I 
signaled down to the man waiting by the road below.

"What is that?" Jennifer said when the buzzing noise became noticeable.

"That is our way to get this unsteerable balloon to go where we want it to go," 
I said just as Midge popped into view.

"It's a little helicopter," Jennifer said over Midge's buzzing sound.  "How can 
that little thing pull this big thing?"

"Don't be calling my baby little," I said defensively.  "She may not look like 
much, but she has it were it count's."

Just like we had practiced the evening before, Brad launched the harpoon like 
gun through the five foot loop at the end of the tow line, then slipped the 
other end of the harpoon's rope to the reinforced tie off I had installed.

I inwardly sighed with relief when the balloon jerked under Midge's pull, having 
actually never tested pulling the balloon under full weight.

"It's not quite as fast as the bus," I said, resting my chin on her right 
shoulder, "But you have to admit it's a nice change in scenery."

"A very nice change," she said softly.

"Would you like your box of chocolates now?" I asked.

She slipped herself out from under my chin, then turned to face me with a 
troubled face.

"What's the matter?  Don't you like your balloon ride?"

"I love it.  I've loved everything you ever done for me.  I just.."

"What?" I said, lifting her chin so she would look at me.

"I just don't understand...  Why me?"

"Oh, baby," I said, wiping the tear from her cheek.  "I know it's hard for you 
to see, but you _are_ beautiful to me.  When you look in the mirror, you see 
what you think everyone else sees.  The larger than average nose, the slightly 
crooked eyebrows, the freckles plastering your skin, the thin pasty lips...

"But have you ever seen what you look like when you smile?  Have you ever seen 
how just a simple wink <wink> makes your face light up like it was the sun?  You 
have such incredible beauty within you, and when you smile, that beauty leaks 
out and outshines your little imperfections.  You are beautiful, Jennifer.  My 
lovely Jennifer.  Beautiful on the inside and out."

She was staring in my eyes, her tears dripping out of hers, finding herself 
drawn towards me without fear or doubt.  I felt that feeling form, that familiar 
loving feeling, then confirmed its formation as her lips touched mine.

Our first kiss was there, floating above the earth in a hot air balloon, 
something which she had never read of before, but had known it was the perfect 
place for it to happen if ever there was to be.

The kiss was short, but I knew it would only be the first of many, so I didn't 
feel any need to rush into getting another one.  She turned around to watch the 
landscape float on by, then accepted my arms wrapping around her after I saw her 
shiver in the late November air.

I still recall the feel of having that fourteen year old girl snuggling under my 
nearly eighteen year old man's grasp.  She was so innocent, and everything 
concerning the relationship we had been building was an entirely new experience 
for her.  The idea of sex never even crossed her mind, and that was perfectly 
fine with me.  She was a romantic, something I wanted to be more of myself.
 
We stood like that in complete silence the rest of the trip, surprisingly ending 
up only a half hour late to our first class.  Brad missed more than that because 
he flew around in Midge after letting the tug line go.  I knew I would regret 
transferring the experience to fly Midge into his head.  He was hooked on Midge 
as much as I had been when I had flown Beany the first time.

I had it really bad for her.  I met her between classes, sometimes giving her a 
flower or a little paper figurine I had made in class, having found it easier 
just to memorize what the teacher did or said without having to write it down.

No matter whether I brought her something or not, she always greeted me with her 
best smile and happy thoughts.  Then on the day before Thanksgiving, she 
switched things around by surprising me.

"Hi," she said cheerfully when I picked her up from her house.

"Good morning," I said.  "You look very pretty today."

"You always say that," she said as she buckled up.  "Sometimes I think I could 
stop combing my hair in the mornings and you'd still say I look pretty."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't realize you were getting tired of hearing it.  I'll never 
say it again."

"Oh, don't do that!" she said grinning.  "I don't mind it at all."

"What did your mom say about us going out Friday night?" I asked.

"She's said... no."

"Oh?  Why?" I said suspiciously, feeling her excitement rising.

"Because...  She wants you to come to Thanksgiving dinner so she can meet you 
first!" she exploded.

"I see," I said reservedly.

"Don't you want to meet my mom and dad?" she said, seeing I wasn't necessarily 
thrilled with the idea.

"Of course I do," I lied.  "I just..  Oh, never mind.  As long as you're there, 
I don't care where I am."

She sighed a moment later, not a happy sigh, not a contented sigh, just a sigh.

"What's the matter?  Did I say something wrong?"

"No," she sighed again.  "I just feel..  Forget it.  It's silly."

"Tell me anyway," I insisted.

"I feel like... Like this is all a dream or something.  But I'm not the one 
dreaming, you are.  I'm afraid you'll just suddenly wake up and...  And then 
I'll be just plain old me again."

"Tell me something?" I said after thinking a moment.  "When you get up in the 
morning, what's the first thing that comes to your mind?  The truth now, don't 
be shy or modest."

"I guess I wonder what you're going to do to surprise me again that day," she 
admitted.

"Do you know what I first think of in the morning?"

"No.  What?"

"The same thing as you."

She laughed, then said, "I thought you planned them days in advance."

"Well, some of them I do.  Like the balloon ride.  That took two weeks to get 
ready for."

"Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't.." she said before choking up.

"What?  Don't cry, honey?  Please?"

She watched out the window as she recomposed herself, then once she had her 
sniffs under control she said, "I don't deserve you, you know."

"Why?  Tell me one good reason why?" I said, pulling into my parking spot.

"Because," she said, getting emotional again.  "You give me things, you make me 
feel like I'm someone really important, and I can't think of a single thing I've 
done to deserve... you."

"I don't know how to answer that," I said after considering her words and 
drawing a blank.  "I never expected you to give me back anything but one thing."

"What?" she said cautiously.

I didn't say anything, just kissed my finger tip, then touched her nose with it 
before reaching into the back seat to grab my books.

When I looked back at her, she was turned away from me, shaking with what I 
thought were sobs.  But then she turned back to me with this strange look of 
fear, hope, and of all things humor, and it struck me she was laughing for some 
reason I couldn't even wonder at.

"Jennifer?  What is it?" I said, instinctively reaching over to wipe away 
another tear.

"I don't know!" she sobbed and laughed at the same time.  "I've never been so 
happy in my life, but I'm scared of..."

I stared in her eyes, seeing she was holding back something that was causing her 
misery and aiding to the fears concerning our relationship.

"You're scared if you give me what I want, I'll lose interest in you.  You dread 
thinking what you'd feel if I left you.  Am I getting close?"

"Sort of.." she said somberly, my frankness having shocked her into a more 
rational frame of mind.

"Then...  what?" I said very gently.

She sighed, then surprised me by taking my hand in hers and examining it using 
both hands.  I could tell she was stalling, trying to work her courage up to 
tell me something she feared I wouldn't care to hear.

Finally she said, "My mom...  She thinks you're just...  She asks me why you are 
so nice to me, why you like me so much that you do...  everything you do..  I 
can't answer her because I don't know myself..  And she keeps telling me you're 
just..."

When she didn't continue and just sat there holding my hand without moving, I 
said as gently as I could, "I'm just what?" 

Slowly she lifted her eyes to mine, and as her eyes probed mine for my true 
feelings, I was severely tempted to form the empathic connection I was 
struggling to prevent.

"She say's you're just going to take advantage of me," she said with eyes full 
of fear and hope.

"And sometimes you think she could be right," I stated, not knowing how I should 
react from this.  "Hmmm.  This certainly will make Thanksgiving dinner a bit 
more interesting.  Jennifer, if at any time you think I'm trying to take 
advantage of you, or push you in any way into doing something you feel is wrong, 
just say so and I swear it will stop right there without any hard feelings, 
okay?"

She dropped her gaze down onto my hand still held inside hers, silently 
fidgeting with my hand for several long moments.  

Finally she said, "We better get to class," let my hand go, and opened the car 
door without another word.

I sensed she was still deeply troubled by the way she kept her back to me while 
we made our way inside.  So once we were in the door, I took her arm and pulled 
her aside into a nook in the wall where we could talk somewhat privately.

"What?" she said a little agitated by my actions.

I took a quick look around, then took off my coat and pulled my shirt out of my 
pants.  Jennifer's eyes started to get big when I started to unbutton my shirt, 
but before she could fully react, I took her right hand, had her flatten it out, 
then placed it on my bare chest right over my heart.

"You feel that?" I asked.

"What?" she said in a tiny and nervous voice. "Your heart?"

"It's not my heart anymore, Jennifer.  For the past month it's belonged to you.  
Please... Don't let your mother or anyone else make you give it back.  I only 
want it back if you don't want it any more, if that ever happens.  I love you.  
I'll never purposely hurt you or take advantage of you.  I don't know what else 
I can do to prove that to you besides ripping my heart out and handing it to you 
myself."

I hadn't meant it as a joke, but she giggled at it, and I couldn't help but 
smile.  And then we had one of those truly special moments.  We stood there 
looking at each other's smiling faces, then without any warning we found our 
faces getting closer, our smiles slowly draining away until we had our second 
kiss with her hands against my bare chest.

The thing about Jennifer was she really didn't like physical contact.  She 
didn't have a complex about germs or getting sick from other people's diseases 
or anything.  She just didn't like to touch other people, or to be touched by 
them.  Sometimes I couldn't keep myself from displaying the frustration I felt 
when she shied away from my instinctive hugs or other physical forms of 
expressing my affection for her.

So I kind of expected her sudden retraction of her hands once the kiss had 
ended, but after I buttoned up my shirt, I nearly broke down in tears of joy 
when she gave me a hug before leaving me to tuck my shirt back in.

I was on cloud nine the rest of the day, and so was she I think.  And after 
school while I drove her home, she was back to feeling at ease with me, maybe 
even a little more than before.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 8 - Giving Up the Throne  
(mf ff bodyswapping)

Ever since I started taking Jennifer to and from school, I had my sluts meet me 
somewhere, usually either at their house or at mine about an hour or so after 
school.  Since I had planned to spend the four day weekend with my family and 
Jennifer, I had insisted on doing most of the girls due those days on that 
Wednesday.

I had been warning them all that I wasn't going to be doing these weekly fucks 
one on one much longer, and as I drove to my home, I completely forgot about 
everything but the four girls who would be waiting for me there when I arrived.

After two months, Rachael was so tuned into my empathic signals that she knew 
exactly what would please me the most, sometimes better than I did myself, and 
like many of my other sluts, she couldn't say no to anything I asked.  They 
weren't my slaves or anything.  They simply were... addicted to me, and only 
when they needed their next fix did they find themselves unable to resist giving 
me anything I wanted.

I admit that I was addicted myself to the sex after school everyday.  And I 
guess not just to the sex, but how everyone of them went a little bit further 
each and every time.  I kept expecting for one of them to draw the line 
somewhere, but I hadn't even detected one of them having a single regret about 
anything we did and I was beginning to think they never would no matter what.

During the drive home, I came to the conclusion that seventeen girls was too 
many to handle even if every one of them accepted my ultimatum of three, four, 
and fivesomes.  I decided I would attempt to break them of their addiction 
somehow after having one last fuck that night.

The moment I saw all four of them anxiously waiting for me on the front steps, I 
knew this would be harder that I thought.  I had been thinking I could try to 
push them too far somehow and use it to break their dependence.  But this would 
be the first time for all of them to share me in obtaining their fix, and that 
fact seemed to magnify their willingness to do whatever I asked.

Rachel, Jesse, Amy, and Bonnie were all expecting just a quick fuck.  But I 
decided if nothing else, I wanted to reveal to them my telepathic abilities, 
then if they agreed, use my telepathy to condition them to live without my 
empathic smile after one last round of some really hard core sex.  

Even though Rachel and Bonnie had been in the Golden Girls back when Joey and I 
had had our fun with them, neither of them had any idea of what I could do, and 
after Kim and Renee refused my offer of weekly sex, I had refrained from telling 
any of the new girls about my abilities too.

But these four I knew were too addicted to be disturbed by my abilities too 
much, so the first thing I did was to announce they would be staying the night.

They all flinched at that, but none of them even attempted to argue with me, 
just accepted they had to stay, and I gave Bonnie a good long smile when she was 
the first to ask to use the telephone so she could arrange it.

Amy was the only one who had trouble getting permission to stay the night, her 
mother having been outraged at the mere suggestion.  I ended up getting on the 
phone and having to "convince" her it was what she wanted, then handed the phone 
back to Amy and watched the surprise flow across her pretty sixteen year old 
face as her mother gave her blessing wholeheartedly. 

Once the phone calls were finished, I smiled at all four of them as they stood 
there waiting for me to explain what we were going to do next, all of them 
embracing the smile by smiling back, and after a few moments closing their 
unfocused eyes while swooning in pleasure.

"You all know that all of you are here for the same reason, and that's to fuck. 
We're going to do that, but I'm also going to level with you about a few things 
first.  Rachael, what was it about me that made you want to have sex with me?"

"I guess that would have to be the way you made me feel when you walked by and 
smile at me..." she said, finding the other three agreeing with her.

"When I smiled a moment ago, all four of you closed your eyes and smiled like 
you were experiencing a long slow orgasm.  You know you all are basically 
addicted to my smile now, don't you?"

They kind of looked at each other, then after a moment Jesse said, "I didn't 
think about anyone else being that way, but I guess I knew I was.."

"Me too," Amy said.  "I mean, most of the time I'm fine, but all I can think 
about right now is how much I want to..  feel how your smile makes me feel.."

"But I want to fuck too," Bonnie interrupted.  "It's like the smile and fucking 
go together.  If I don't get both..."

"I know," I said while giving them another dose. "But to tell you the truth, you 
only think that is true because I wanted you to believe that.  Like I said, I'm 
going to level with you.  I'm going to tell you everything you want to know and 
explain what all I can do.  And then we're going to see if we can work out how 
to break your dependence on my smile."

They all flinched again at that, but just like last time they didn't dare 
disagree even though they were convinced it wouldn't work.

As I lead them to the study, I told them about the golden girl dance Joey and I 
had worked out.  Bonnie kept interrupting with her astonished claims of 
remembering something I had just described, and even though Rachael had 
remembered some of it before, I knew she was listening very closely while the 
rest of those memories surfaced as I spoke of them.

I didn't tell them how we had gotten the girls to do it, just described the 
dance to them, sometimes getting a little help from the two who had experienced 
it.  Jesse wasn't sure if she believed all of it, and Amy thought I was trying 
to trick them and Rachael and Bonnie were just in on it.

We had just walked into the study when Amy exclaimed, "How did you get them to 
do all that, then forget they had done it?  Wow!" she said just noticing her 
surroundings.

Jesse and Rachael were both quite familiar with the study since I had fucked 
them both on several occasions in there, but it was the other two's first visit 
to my home, so I waited to answer her question until we were on the cushions 
getting comfortable.

I laid down on my side facing them, then thought to them, "This is not a trick.  
I'm telepathic, and it's much more than just sending you my thoughts and reading 
yours.  Amy still thinks I'm tricking her, so I'll prove it to all of you right 
now.

"Yes, I've taken control of your bodies for a moment, but you are not scared.  
See?  I can control your mind as well as your body, that's why you're now 
completely calm about this, not worried at all about how you're body is removing 
all your clothing all by itself.  There.  Now that you are all naked, I'm going 
to turn your bodies and minds back over to you, then I'll answer your questions 
before we move on to the next step."

Oh, the questions they had..  First they wanted to know what all I had done to 
them, then there were the standard "What else can you do?" and "How long have 
you had it?" kind of questions.  I told them as much as I felt would be safe, 
and avoided mentioning anything which might bring up even more questions when I 
could.  

I had the lights down pretty low in order to help them feel more at ease with 
their nudity, and after a while they began to relax and enjoy laying around on 
the satin and velvet cushions in the nude like that.

We were talking about Suzi's election to class President last year when I 
realized we had gotten off track, but all I had to do was smile to remind them 
the reason we were there.

Empathy comes in two forms.  There's the body language kind that everyone has 
and uses, then there's the kind I have which I still have no clue in how it 
works.  Anyway, what the girls had learned to tune into was my body language,  
and I admit in the beginning I had been faking every bit of it.  But I quickly 
found I was doing it automatically, and by this time I would have had to 
concentrate to stop.

Even in the dark like that, all four of them knew I was getting horny, almost as 
if they too were telepathic.  They all thought it was funny when I mentioned 
this to them, but it didn't divert their attention from our growing arousal one 
bit.

"In a moment, I'm going to undo what I did to you to keep you from getting 
scared when I took your bodies over.  Please try and stay calm when I do.  I 
promise I won't do anything else without you agreeing to it first.  Okay?"

They all gave some sign of acknowledgement, then I carefully watched each one of 
them as I undid my calming commands.

It took a while for them to regain their nerve, Rachael and Jesse being the 
firsts to feel comfortable again with the situation, followed by Bonnie when 
Rachael mentioned she thought the topless dancing had been a fun thrill.

But Amy ended up asking if she could go home after the others had accepted my 
word and tried to help me get her to feel at ease.  My first instincts were to 
just help her believe telepathically, but my moral consciousness prevented me 
from doing so, and I came up with something better in the end.

"I'll let you go home if you really want to, Amy.  But I would like you to try 
something first if you will give me the benefit of the doubt."

"What?" she said, already getting dressed.

"When I first discovered my abilities, one of the first things I explored was 
sharing thoughts with my best friend, then later Suzi who I had fallen in love 
with.  Suzi and I started sharing more that just thoughts, but our bodies too.  
I'd just like to give you the chance to...  look around in my mind and see that 
you really don't have anything to be afraid of.  I don't remember everything 
yet, and some of the things I do remember are not...  pleasant.  So its up to 
you.  Anybody can go home if they want to.  I'd never stop you."

To my disappointment, she didn't take me up on my offer, and just restated she 
wanted to go home. 

I called a limo for her, and walked her to the door, then found her hesitating 
to just leave like that.

"Having second thoughts?" I said, then instantly regretted my words.

"No," she said apologetically.  "I'll see you around at school, okay?"

I nodded to her, understanding her real meaning was she would have to think 
about it and might accept my offer later if she felt better about it.

"Well, she's gone," I said to the others when I rejoined them.

"Her loss," Rachael said while crawling up to me and fondling my crotch.  

Jesse went a step further than Rachael by trying to suck my cock, then after the 
other two saw they better join in or miss out, I just laid on my back and let 
them go to town.

I wouldn't let any of them fuck me yet, and they each gave their best attempts 
at blowing me to make me cum.  I passively waited them out until Rachael and 
Jesse were trying to do a topless dance for me while Bonnie secretly masturbated 
herself under the cover of some of the cushions.

At that point, I looked Bonnie in the eyes and said, "What would you say if I 
asked you if I could trade bodies with you for a while?"

She stared at me a few moments before nervously asking, "What did you say?"

"Will you trade bodies with me for a little while?"

"I..."

The other two had stopped their dance and held their breath waiting for her 
response.

"I guess so," she said, looking down at my semi hardon.

I then looked over at the two speechless dancers and said, "I know neither of 
you have any interest in lesbian sex, but while I am..."

"I'll do it if you later trade with me too," Rachael offered.

"Me too," Jesse said a moment later.  "I've always wondered what it would be 
like to be a man."

They all basked in the empathic smile I hadn't intended to give them, then 
Rachael and Jesse both sank down and removed their panties they had put on for 
the dance while Bonnie waited anxiously for me to begin.

Bonnie closed her eyes when I started forming the links, so I did as well before 
making the switch.  She gasped after feeling her cock surge from her arousal, 
then fondled her staff while gaping at her own body walking over to Jesse and 
give the nervous black girl a heavy french kiss.

It took Jesse longer than I expected to get comfortable feeling Bonnie's soft 
feminine body against hers as we kissed.  I was concentrating so much on Jesse's 
feelings that I never noticed when Bonnie lost her inhibitions and started 
fucking Rachael's eager puss at a fast pace.

But when I noticed the humping next to us, I was inspired by it and decided to 
go for the double headed dildo and do some fucking myself.  Jesse seemed more 
agreeable to this anyway, and I have to admit I enjoyed it more myself than the 
foreplay.

Yeah, feeling that hard plastic tool sliding back and forth inside my fuck hole 
really pleasured me in a way I hadn't remembered feeling before despite the 
awkwardness of it not being attached to anything.  Jesse really got into it 
herself, and before I realized what she was doing, she had it in her butt.

That kind of ended our fuck since her ass was far tighter than Bonnie's wet cunt 
could hold and move the dildo in and out of.  She was disappointed when I got 
up, but then forgot all about it when I told Bonnie her time was up.

Bonnie wasn't too happy with that, but she knew better than complain since she 
had cum inside Rachael once.  

Rachael seemed a little uncomfortable when I pulled the dildo out of my newly 
acquired black ass and approached her, for not only was she unsure about the 
girl girl sex, but having it with a black girl at that.

She wasn't really a bigot or anything. She just wasn't attracted to black men 
let alone women.  So I didn't rush into kissing her like I had with Jesse.

"It's okay, Rachael," I offered when she looked away from me guiltily.  "When I 
first met Jesse, she wasn't interested in white guys and almost turned me down.  
Just close your eyes a minute, and let me do what I did to her our first time, 
okay?"

"Uh-huh.." she gulped with a nervous hint of a smile.

With her eyes shut, I gently guided her to lay down, then tenderly caressed her 
cheek with my soft hand.

She visibly relaxed by the time I was running my fingers through her hair which 
I had just learned she enjoyed, and then she only tensed up a moment when I 
brushed my cheek against hers.

I tenderly caressed her face with my own for a while before carefully sliding my 
body on top of hers and then waiting for her to relax again.  She did so almost 
immediately, then giggled slightly when I started moving my breast back and 
forth across hers.

Her amusement quickly turned to surprise as she found herself enjoying more than 
she though she ever could.  And when I started rubbing my entire body up and 
down hers, she opened her eyes and watched me until she couldn't take any more.

I quite honestly was surprised when pulled me down to her and slipped her tongue 
in my mouth, but I went with it right away, and really enjoyed her enthusiastic 
fucking with our plastic dick.

When I approached Bonnie in Rachael's sweat covered body after Rachael had 
gotten up to fuck Jesse's rear, Bonnie laid there with that freshly fucked look 
but spread her legs invitingly to my delight.

I really enjoyed licking the freshly deposited seed from her cunt, getting an 
untold number of wicked cusses while I drove her to orgasm more than once with 
my magic touch.  And then she proved herself worthy of being one of my sluts by 
suckling on my tits fingering my cunt before giving me the best cunt licking I 
could remember at the time.

We ran out of energy pretty soon after that, so with everyone in our own bodies 
we ate dinner and then watched TV for a while in the nude.  Bonnie had just 
crawled over to me and asked if I was planning to take her ass when Amy walked 
into the study and nonchalantly asked if there was any more fucking planned for 
the night.

"We were just discussing that," I told her, seeing how desperate she felt to get 
her empathic hit and fuck.  "I take it you're feeling better about what I can 
do?"

"I'm here, aren't I," Amy said with just a quiver to her voice.  "You do have 
some kind of hold over me, over all of us, and that really bothers me.  But I 
can't fight you any more," she said while removing her clothes.  "I just want to 
get this over with so I can spend the weekend without wishing you'd stop by and 
fuck me like a goat."

"A goat?" Bonnie echoed.

"Just a figure of speech," Amy added with a touch of embarrassment.

"Baaaa," Rachael said softly as Amy crawled over to me on all fours.

I was... disturbed by the sincerity of her words.  So disturbed I wasn't paying 
attention to the girls as I contemplated how to remedy the growing problem this 
empathic addiction had caused.

"Amy, stop a moment, please?" I said when I realized she was licking my cock's 
head.

She complied to my request, but from the look in her eyes I saw she wasn't going 
to keep control of herself much longer.

And as I looked around at the others, I could see they all had started to feel 
the need to fuck, hoping they'd all get another chance at fucking with my dick 
at least.

I knew it had gone to far at that point.  I needed to reason with them 
rationally without their elevated desires messing their thinking up.  So I 
flipped off their sex drives and waited for their shock to pass.

Amy started to cry almost immediately, and it wasn't until we were all dressed 
and in the living room that she settled down enough for me to talk to them.

"What did you do to us?" Rachel asked first with some emotion slipping into her 
voice.

"I'm sorry, I really am.  I wish I had realized what this was doing to you 
before...  Right now, the part of your mind that generates signals of arousal 
is... turned off.  I can't leave it like that for too long, but this will only 
take a few minutes...  I know this is hard for you to understand, but I never 
intended all this to happen."

"What do you want from us?" Bonnie said after a few moments of silence.

"To be perfectly honest, nothing.  The question is, what do you want?  I can... 
adjust you so you're not addicted to my smile anymore and also remove your 
craving to have sex with me.  Before I turned your sex drives off, you would 
probably have said no and eventually become so addicted...  Well, that won't 
happen, but its up to you to decide exactly what you want to happen."

Bonnie surprisingly was the first to admit that while she wasn't comfortable 
about the idea of being addicted to the sex, she never really regretted it 
either.

One by one they more or less said the same thing, and I quickly found myself 
getting nowhere.

"I wish I could make people feel good with a smile," Jesse thought out loud.

"I wish you could too," Rachel said.  "You, me, my sister... everyone..."

They all just kind of looked at each other, then looked at me thinking the same 
thing.

"Let's think about this a minute," I cautioned them.  "What if someone cracks a 
joke and then you walk in and everyone looks at you with a smile on their face. 
You probably would pass out from the intensity, or if anything else cause you to 
have a very embarrassing moment.  But I think you have the right idea.  Who can 
you trust to give you a smile regularly without taking advantage of you?"

After a long and complicated discussion, they agreed they would have to help 
each other in that way and we started working out the details.

By midnight that night, they were giving each other warm smiles with abandon I 
was... pleased that it seemed to be working out.

Almost as an afterthought, I turned their sex drives back on and then watched as 
their warm smiles became increasingly suggestive.  When Bonnie reached for 
Rachel's crotch while she was transfixed under her smile, I flipped the switch 
back off and waited for them to talk. 

"What did you do that for?" Rachel groaned when Bonnie snapped her hand away.

"I... I..." Bonnie stuttered. 

"Not you.  Him," Rachel said exasperated.  "Don't you think I knew what you were 
doing Bonnie?"

As Bonnie gave her another warm smile, Amy exclaimed, "Come on Tim! I want to 
get this over with."

"Are you all sure you want to do this?" I asked them.  "Jesse?"

"Well, I'm not saying I like the idea, but it goes with the smile, you know?  I 
figured that's what it would end up being before I agreed to it.  I don't think 
I'll stop liking guys."

The others Murmured their agreement, then without another word I flipped their 
switches back on and watched them lure each other into fondling each other's 
parts.

In order for me to get any action for myself, I had to use my own smile.  But 
that was okay, for no matter what they were willing to do with each other, they 
still preferred my cock.  And after a while they all got tired, so I broke out 
the drink and fucked each one of them in the butt before we all piled into my 
bed to sleep.

Before they left the next afternoon, I added a few safeguards to my programming.  
The pleasurable affects of their smiles would decline sharply if repeated too 
often by a particular person, and eventually none of their smiles would produce 
anything beyond what anyone else's did.

In the following few weeks, I successfully gave all my sluts the same power over 
each other, and only two of them didn't go for the girl-girl sex which I did not 
have anything to do with directly.  The rest had naturally associated the sex 
with the smiles, and despite my programming, a few of them still get together 
for a lesi holiday once in a while.  Strangely enough, the only one who went 
lesbian in the end was Debbie, the class slut.  

Nope.  Didn't see that one comin' either. 

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 9 - Thanksgiving at the Corrigan's
(no sex)

Emotions.  As far as I could see, the only thing they did was cause confusion in 
one's life.  At least that's what I believed while I pulled up in front of 
Jennifer's house at 3:00 p.m. the next afternoon.  While I certainly was no 
where near being "normal" in the emotion department, the nervousness I was 
experiencing from officially meeting Jennifer's parents forced me to admit that 
I had them, and I couldn't control them like I once had.

Thankfully Jennifer answered the door when I rang the bell, but her father was 
right there behind her, triggering a slight surge of nerves which caused me to 
slightly trip on the step coming in.

Embarrassment...  Now that hadn't been an emotion I had considered having to 
control until after I had lurched forward at Jennifer and nearly bumped my head 
into hers.  My embarrassment wasn't from the fact I had been clumsy, but from 
the way it could have appeared to have been... sexually motivated to her father.

Mr. Corrigan was very warm and friendly, however, and naturally had seen it 
exactly as it had been, as an accident.  I appreciated his attempt at humor with 
his line, "falling for my daughter are you?" and so I gave him one of my 
empathic smiles for his trouble.

Wow.  I instantly saw where Jennifer got her smile from.  Not to mention her red 
hair.  You can certainly see the resemblance between Jennifer and her father, 
especially when they're both smiling.

Suddenly, my babe radar made this huge bleep when Jennifer's sister walked into 
the entryway to see what all the fuss was about.  No wonder Jennifer thought she 
was unattractive!  Just one look at her sister and you just want to drool... 

Lee and I were introduced, and while I was giving her the once over with my 
eyes, Lee's eyes gave me the once over too.  Our eyes met for a few moments, and 
we discovered they were speaking the same language and both saying, "You're 
pretty hot.  Care to fuck?"

But then we glanced at Jennifer, and we both felt a little ashamed of ourselves.  
Without having to say a word, we both agreed we were off limits to the other and 
basically tried to forget about it from that point on that night.

As we entered their living room, I felt as if I had walked into the shadow of a 
big dark storm cloud from the way Jennifer's mother seemed to darken everyone's 
mood.  Mrs. Corrigan stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen with her arms 
crossed, a wooden spoon in her left hand, wearing an apron and tightlipped 
smile.

"Well, so this is the Tim I've been hearing so much about," she said, trying to 
sound friendly, yet not too friendly.

"Yes ma'am," I said respectfully, opening up every empathic sense I had to read 
her intentions, yet not wishing to know what she was thinking.  "Thank you for 
inviting me for your Thanksgiving dinner."

"You're welcome," she said after a mild hesitation.  "Would you like something 
to drink?"

"No, thank you," I responded, seeing she was responding well to my polite and 
well mannered replies.  "I should be fine until dinner.  I wouldn't want to 
spoil my appetite."

"Well then..  Dinner should be ready around five.  Lee, could help your father 
bring the extra chair in here?  I'm in the middle of making my pumpkin pies."

"Yes, mother," Lee said with a touch of annoyance in her voice.  Jennifer and I 
just stood there until her mother went back to the kitchen and Lee and her 
father went back into the hall.

"She likes you," Jennifer said in a hushed yet excited voice.

"How can you tell?" I asked since I was still trying to sort out what my 
empathic senses were telling me.

Jennifer motioned me to sit on the couch, but then instead of sitting next to me 
on it, she sat down in the only chair in there.

"Well, for one, the only time we ever bring the good chair in here is when my 
Aunt or someone like that visits.  Lee brings boyfriends to dinner all the time, 
and we've never brought the good chair in for them.  They always had to sit on 
the floor or something..."

Jennifer temporarily lost herself in a memory of such an occasion, and after 
catching her smiling about it, I asked her what she had been thinking about.

"Oh, just this one boyfriend of Lee's...  He couldn't do anything right.  The 
first thing he did when he got here was kiss Lee on the lips in front of my mom 
and dad.  During dinner, he kept trying to play footsy with Lee, but ended up 
kicking mom in the shin..."

She giggled, then said, "And then after dinner, he laid down on the couch to 
watch TV, then told my mom to find her own seat when she came out of the kitchen 
to join us.  You should have seen his face when mom ran into the kitchen and 
came back with the butcher's knife."

I laughed, not because I found it funny, but because Jennifer was laughing too 
and she always laughed a lot longer if I laughed with her.

When Lee and their dad came in huffing with the recliner chair they had been 
sent to get, I instantly got up and helped them, then found myself having to 
take over for Lee when she just kind of let go and walked away.

"I could have helped you with it if I had known," I began while Mr. Corrigan 
collapsed in it to catch his breath.

"No..  You're the guest," he gasped.  "We do this..  All the time.. Don't we 
pumpkin?"

"Yes daddy," she said with a grin.

I was about to ask what she was grinning about when she mouthed the words as her 
father spoke them.

"I think we'll just leave it in here for now on.  No sense of putting it back 
just to move it again."

"Yes, daddy," Jennifer said again as I shared in her grin.

I sat back down on the couch, letting her dad keep the recliner when he offered, 
then was surprised to find Jennifer sitting down next to me.

Mr. Corrigan asked about the balloon rental and stuff, and I ended up talking 
about Midge before Mrs. Corrigan came out and turned the TV on.  She flipped 
through the channels until she found one she liked, then turned around and 
studied us a moment before asking "Where's Lee?"

"She went to her room," Mr. Corrigan said carefully.

"Oh?" she said, sending out waves and waves of irritation.  "And why did she do 
that?"

When no one answered, she huffed and then headed towards the hall, obviously 
heading for Lee's room.

Mr. Corrigan sighed, then got up saying, "I'll be right back," and followed her.

Suddenly there was a lot of shouting, and for a moment I thought something was 
terribly wrong from the way Jennifer had jumped to her feet.  But then she just 
sat down on chair like she had before, and I suddenly understood what that was 
all about.

"You can't sit next to me on the couch when no one else is in here, can you?"

"Just when my mom or dad is in here with us," she admitted as the arguing 
continued.

"And you're not allowed to go to your room without permission?"

"That's not what they're arguing about," she sighed.  "This happens all the time 
in this house.  Lee and mom..  They just don't get along very well."

A door slams, then the arguing sputters out as they grow nearer, then the three 
of them walk into the room like nothing had happened at all.  Well, that's not 
really true, but if I hadn't have know it had been them arguing, I would have 
sworn someone else had been back there doing all of the yelling.

We all watched the TV in silence for the next forty or so minutes, then a timer 
went off in the kitchen, and Mrs. Corrigan dutifully gets up without a 
hesitation and goes back to her kitchen to work.

"Sorry you had to listen to all that," Lee said from the other side of Jennifer.

"Uhm, no problem," I replied, finding that even though their mother had left the 
room, there was still a feeling of tension.  I considered my options at 
diffusing the situation, then after scanning the local neighborhood for someone 
with a knack for witty comebacks, I ran it by her, then gave the appropriate 
witty response.

"At least if you guys ever have a fire, you won't have any problem raising the 
alarm."

After Mr. Corrigan's extended chuckle died out, I asked him, "So, do you referee 
all of the matches, or just the big ones?"

"Actually, I just stand there and make sure they don't start throwing things," 
he said.

"He's not joking, either," Lee said.

There was a stretch of silence, then Jennifer suddenly jumped to feet and said, 
"Oh!  Tim, come and see my room!  I want you to see.."

"Absolutely not!" her mother said from the doorway.  "You know boys are not 
allowed in a girl's bedroom, no exceptions!"

"But mom..." Jennifer whined.

"You heard me..  NO!" Mrs. Corrigan exclaimed after hesitating from what I 
interpreted to be shock over Jennifer's simple whine.

Jennifer sat down next to me in a dejected huff, and I had to struggle against 
my desire to hold her to comfort her.

That was pretty much how the whole evening went too.  Jennifer wouldn't tell me 
what it was she had wanted me to see, and after finding it just made her feel 
worse to ask her about it, I dropped it and didn't mention it again.

I felt like I was on trial or something, always being careful at what I said or 
did, and constantly having to hold myself back when I wanted to express my 
affection towards Jennifer in any way other than a smile.

I have to admit, however, that Mrs. Corrigan wasn't all that a bad of hostess.  
The meal was superb, and afterwards we all watched a rented movie with popcorn, 
and later we had some homemade ice cream that was like nothing I had ever had 
before.

When it was time for me to go, I was pretty worn out, and I could tell Jennifer 
was too.  But when her mother suggested Jennifer could walk me out to my car, we 
both got very excited seeing it as her seal of approval for our relationship to 
continue.

I guess we must have put down our guards once we were outside and walking hand 
in hand to my car, going as slowly as we could without being too obvious about 
it.  For once we finally reached my car, we told each other goodnight at least 
three times before it happened again...

Magic...  That's what it always felt like whenever we found ourselves being 
pulled towards each other's lips.  And when our lips met and our hands gently 
took hold of the other so we wouldn't fall apart, it was like there was nothing 
else in the universe but our kiss.

That universe was shattered moments later when her mother shrieked, "JennifER!  
Get your BUTT in here this MINUTE!"

Jennifer jerked herself away from me, then spent a few moments in complete 
confusion and indecision.  Then her mother called her name out in a warning 
tone, and when Jennifer looked desperately at me, I gently said, "Go on.  
Everything will be all right.  You'll see."

I drove home replaying the scene of Jennifer turning away from me as she began 
to sob, asking myself why I had just stood there until the front door had 
slammed shut without trying to defend out actions or anything.

Her mother had figured we had been purposely holding ourselves back while we 
were there, and had suggested Jennifer to walk us out knowing she would catch us 
in the act like that.

I couldn't understand why her mother would be so...  Shit, I guess when it all 
comes down to it, she thought she was protecting her daughter from getting hurt, 
but to go to such extremes..  Well, let's just say I wasn't about to end it with 
Jennifer like her mother had ordered her to do.

Over that next week, Jennifer kept going back and forth between following her 
mother's orders and not, and since I couldn't pick her up and take her home, we 
really didn't spend that much time together at all that week since half of the 
time she avoided me.

The following Monday, I was just about ready to go and have it out with her 
mother when the most unexpected thing happened.

Jennifer's mother...  died.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVII:  12th Grade, Fall 1988
Part 10 - Aid for Heartaches
(no sex)

"Tim?"

"Jennifer? What's wrong?"

<incomprehensible response due to sobbing>

"Jennifer, please..  Where are you?"

"I'm...  I'm home..."

"Are you hurt?"

"No...  My mom..."

"Your mom did something?  Did she hit you?"

"NO!" <more sobbing>

"Honey, please stop crying long enough to tell me... What is WRONG?"

"She... she cut her thumb..."

"What?  You're mom?  She cut her thumb?"

"Yes!  And then..."

"And then what?  Jennifer!  Tell me!"

"She's DIED!"

"What?  From cutting her thumb?!?  Oh, honey...  I didn't mean to make it 
sound...  I'm coming over.  Okay?"

"Please?!?"

That's all I needed to hear.

Even though it was dark out, I didn't hesitate to jump into Midge and push her 
as fast as she could go, which on a calm day was close to 100 MPH.  What usually 
took me over a half an hour to drive, took me probably less than ten minutes 
simply because I had gone in a straight line and didn't have any stop signs or 
traffic lights to deal with.

I had never attempted to fly at dark before, and it's a wonder I wasn't killed 
myself from doing something so reckless.  Midge and Beany were never meant to 
fly at dark, and had no lights on them other than the few indicators on the 
instrument panel.  However, I hadn't been completely without some sense, for 
while I grabbed my winter coat, gloves, and hat, I also grabbed two of those 6 
volt lantern/flashlights and a roll of duct tape.

I lost one of the lights somewhere around the outer edge of Jennifer's 
subdivision, but I made do with the other one still hanging on to Midge's hull.  
All I really needed them for was to make sure I didn't hit something in the air 
anyway.

That had been the first time I had used my telepathy on Jennifer in any way.  
You see, I had locked onto her mind before hanging up the phone, and had used 
that as a beacon to guide me directly to her.

Even though Jennifer had only seen or heard Midge that one time in the balloon, 
she knew it was me when I was approaching her back yard and struggling to slow 
down so I wouldn't pass it up or crash or something.  I ended up having to 
circle around, but not before I buzzed the top of one of their trees, and very 
nearly their roof too.

I cut the power to Midge's engine ten feet off the ground and to my surprise 
dropped like rock instead of settling down like I had expected her to do.  
Despite their grief, Lee, their father, and a few other people stood there with 
their mouths a gap when it appeared as if I had just dropped right out of the 
sky.

Once my organs had moved back into their proper positions, I struggled to undo 
my safety harness as Jennifer stood there in the cold three feet away, sniffing 
and looking absolutely pitiful.

I don't remember actually getting out of Midge.  In fact everything between 
trying to get out of my harness and finding myself holding my Jennifer in my 
arms is a complete blank.  But I do remember feeling her shivering from the 
early December cold and half carrying and half dragging her inside.

All of my attention was focused on Jennifer while her dad guided us to a kitchen 
chair, for she was holding on to me closer and tighter than she had ever done so 
before.  Despite the fact that she was hurting, I couldn't help but enjoy how 
much she needed me like that.

I have no idea how long we stood there before Jennifer finally let go long 
enough for me to sit down and retake her in my arms and across my lap.

She wasn't crying really, just kind of whimpering with sudden spurts of sobs.  
Neither one of us spoke a word the whole time we were like that, and it wasn't 
until a familiar voice asked if we wanted anything to drink that I did.

"Scott?  What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"We're cousins," Jennifer said softly moments before Scott said the same thing.

"I didn't know that," I admitted before giving Jennifer another kiss on the side 
of her head.

"My mom and her mom are sisters," Scott explained.

Jennifer turned herself around so she was facing Scott, then asked, "How do you 
two know each other?"

"Tim helped me with his.." Scott began.

"Hypnosis," I managed to blurt out in time.

Scott gave me a very confused and questioning look, but kept his mouth shut 
anyway while I stretched the truth a little to satisfy Jennifer's curiosity. 

When Scott's mother came over to us and told Scott and Jennifer they would be 
going home in little bit, I took a good look at her, finding that she did 
resemble Jennifer's mother, but not really all that much.

However, there was this... familiar aura about her that I couldn't quite put my 
finger on right away too.  I shrugged it off for the time being, figuring I had 
more important things to focus my mind on.

I didn't recognize Scott's dad until Scott playfully gave him a couple of 
punches in the gut.  Apparently Scott hadn't been the only one punching the ole 
punching bag.  His dad's beer belly was almost gone, and every sense I had told 
me he was a much healthier person than he had been before.

Even Tracy, Scott's sister, looked different, but for some reason I still had 
trouble recalling her image from before, so that might have had something to do 
with it too.

Just before they left, I remembered what Scott had asked me about her at the 
beginning of the school year and did a quick scan of her mind.  The commands I 
had inserted to make her enjoy her brother and his friends watching her 
masturbate were very much still in place, but I decided that they really weren't 
doing much anymore since Tracy and Scott had already fucked a number of times 
since Scott and I had last talked.

It was while I was removing my commands in Tracy's head that I recognized the 
aura I had noticed about Tracy's and Scott's mother.  It was the same one Tracy 
and Lee had, although much less intense, with Lee having the strongest of the 
three.

Their sexual hunger literally glowed about them, and as I tuned into this range 
of my empathic senses, I discovered Scott had a similar glow about him, not 
quite the same, but fairly intense like his sister's was.  And while I was 
checking out the others there, I found that of all of the people there, mine and 
Lee's were the strongest, while Jennifer's was virtually nonexistent.

It was about eleven o'clock before anyone actually did start to leave, and even 
though no one said anything to me about leaving, I decided I had better follow 
the others example, especially since Jennifer had sat down on a chair of her own 
an hour earlier and was fighting to stay awake.

But as it turned out, Midge wouldn't start, and it was too dark and cold to try 
and figure out why.  Mr. Corrigan offered to let me sleep on the couch, and I 
was sorely tempted to accept, but decided the best thing to do was just call a 
limo and come back tomorrow after school to collect Midge, and see Jennifer too 
of course.

I learned the next day that Mrs. Corrigan had died of blood poisoning from 
cutting her thumb pretty badly on a piece of metal in the basement while working 
on the laundry.  No one is really sure what it was she had cut herself on, for 
that had been all she said before passing out and never waking up.

I learned a lot about Jennifer's mom the next few days, mostly from Jennifer 
herself from the need to talk about all the things she loved her mom for.

Apparently, Jennifer's mom had been extremely jealous of her sister's good looks 
and popularity with the guys, and despised how sexually active her sister was.  
She had sworn to herself that none of her children would ever be that way, but 
Lee rebelled against her strict rules of conduct, although not openly at first.

After finding Lee in bed with a boyfriend, Rose Corrigan focused her attention 
on Jennifer, realizing she had lost any chance with Lee, but still could help 
Jennifer to grow up to be a good girl like she had been.  That had been four 
years ago, and it was obvious that Jennifer had accepted her mother's rules and 
was now determined to live by them for the rest of her life.

You see, Lee's rebellion had made their mother realize that you can't just make 
up rules like that without offering something in return for following them.  And 
with Jennifer being so insecure about herself, it was easy for the two of them 
to find things to do together that they both could enjoy.

Jennifer spent a lot of time telling me of all the things they had done 
together.  I'm not going to list them here because...  Well, I have my reasons, 
and I don't need to explain them either.  Just accept that Jennifer had every 
right to love her mother like she did, even if she did appear to rule her family 
with an iron glove.

The funeral was that Thursday, and I was very disturbed by how distant Jennifer 
was trying to become with me.  She felt guilty for disobeying her mother's 
wishes, and that day of all days she felt she had to follow them.  I can't tell 
you how...  confused I felt.  No.  Not confused.  Just...

Unhappy.  Unhappy with a capital U.  And Miserable with a capital M.  And after 
the final words were said at the gravesite, Jennifer left with her family 
without looking at me or acknowledging that I was even there.

I went straight to the North mansion to be with my own mother, and after 
explaining everything to her, I broke down and Cried with a capital C.

"Oh Timmy," my mother said as I finished letting out the emotions I had been 
struggling to control.  "You've never had to deal with death before so you don't 
know how it is to lose someone like that.  Right now, Jennifer feels she needs 
to stay loyal to her mother to honor her memory.  It's a natural reaction, but 
that's all it is.  I'm sure she'll want to spend time with you again once she 
has some time to adjust."

"Was your mom the first for you?" I asked after that had soaked in.

"No, dear," she said, rapping her arms around my chest from behind.  "My Uncle 
Tim was my first.  I was just a little older than Jennifer I think.  Yes.  I 
must have been sixteen because I just started to drive... <sigh>  It didn't make 
my mother's death any easier, but in a way I suppose I was better prepared to 
deal with it.  She'll come around, Timmy.  I know she will.  Don't hold it 
against her when she does, not that I think you would.  Just be there for her if 
and when she wants you, and be patient with her when she doesn't.  That's all 
you can do for now."

Friday morning, I felt considerably more in control of myself, and returned to a 
more rational and emotionless state that didn't get by unnoticed.  I hadn't 
realized how... energetic I had become while living in the bliss of love, and 
all day long people were asking me what was wrong.

That afternoon, Suzi approached me after our last class and asked to talk to me 
upstairs.  I was surprised to find that Suzi still had a key to our room, while 
I would have had to gone to Higgs if I needed one.

"If you are worried about me," I began after feeling her out.

"I'm always a little worried about you, but no.  Right now it's Jason I'm 
worried about," she said as she sat down on the couch.

I sat down next to her and noticed for the first time that her hair was her 
natural color, and not black like... like before.

"When did you stop coloring your hair?" I asked.

She looked in my eyes for a moment, then said carefully, "Since your funeral.  
Eric cut his short, I stopped coloring mine."

"Oh.  Why?"

"Because...  Because I knew how you hated it black, and..."

"Huh..."

"What?"

"Nothing...  I just now understood something that my mom told me yesterday, 
that's all.  What's wrong with Jason?"

Suzi studied my face looking for any sign of emotion for a few moments, then 
said, "Do you remember Ron?"

"Ron..." I said, not finding the name familiar.

"The guy who Jason...  <sigh>  Maybe this isn't a good idea.  I mean, if you 
don't remember Ron..."

"Wait a sec.  Big guy.  Lot's of muscles...  Oh, and a killer grin...  Yeah..  
Okay.  It's coming back to me now.  Jason and Ron were...  Er, uhm..."

"They were more than that," Suzi admitted.  "Right before he went back to school 
this fall, Jason told me he had let Ron...  You know.. go all the way."

"I see."

"No you don't.  Not yet anyway.  Jason really loved him, and Ron loved Jason 
too, but then Ron met this girl over Thanksgiving that was just as good with her 
smile as Ron was.  Anyway, Ron told Jason last week he wanted to move in with 
her.  Jason came home this weekend and refuses to go back to school, and he's so 
depressed he doesn't do anything but lay around...  

"I'm afraid what he might do, Timmy.  Oh, and I think he's empathic.  When you 
walk into his room, you start feeling depressed and sad and all, like you did to 
me and Joey in the hall.  Joey tried to help him yesterday, but he couldn't 
stand the depression.  I thought that maybe you...  might not be affected or 
could shield yourself or something."

"Well, the only way we'll find out is if I try.  Is there anything else before 
we go see him?"

"Just one thing," she said before giving me a kiss on the lips.  "Thanks, Timmy.  
I love you."

"You're welcome," I said emotionlessly as I stood up.

I followed Suzi home and was just getting out of my car when I first started 
picking up on Jason's depressed mood.

"Do you feel that?" I asked Suzi while she unlocked the door.

"No.  What?"

"Jason's depression."

"You can feel it?  All the way out here?" she asked with concern.

"Yes... Well, no.  Sort of.  I sense it, but I don't feel depressed.  It's 
rather hard to explain."

"So it isn't affecting you then?"

"No, not like it apparently affects you."

Before she would let me go inside, Suzi turned towards me and had me look her in 
the eyes while she said, "Swear to me that if you do start feeling it affecting 
you, you tell me and then you leave no matter what you think you can do for 
him."

"I don't think that's neccess.."

"SWEAR!" she firmly exclaimed.

"Okay, okay... I swear."

I hadn't intended to break my word to her, but the moment I entered Jason's room 
and felt his depression flow through me, I couldn't resist answering the 
empathic call Jason was transmitting.

Imagine a world cast in darkness and gloom, what little life there was losing 
its will to live.  Then suddenly one of the shadowy objects floating in space 
near the planet flares with life giving light for a few moments before going 
dark, then flares again but doesn't fade away like the first time.  Like magic, 
the life on the planet begins to prosper and grow, and within moments the 
landscape is covered with green mixed with whites, yellows, reds, and blues.

That was what my empathic smile did to Jason.  For he wasn't just suffering from 
the rejection and loss of a lover, but the withdraw from Ron's own empathic 
touch.

I spent a considerable amount of time talking with him and Suzi, telling them 
about my sluts and how I had solved their addiction to my smiles.  Jason wasn't 
interested in that solution, however.  What he wanted was what he had had 
before, and it took nearly an hour of polite arguing to talk him out of the idea 
of the two of us being lovers.

Jason for the most part didn't say anything while I tried to discuss the 
differences between his case and my sluts.  While I believed Jason's own 
addiction could be treated in the same way as my sluts, the problem with this 
was how to prevent the person or persons he got his fix from becoming addicted 
to his own empathic touch.

Suzi's mom peeked her head in while we were talking, and the moment she realized 
Jason's depressive field was gone, she asked what I did, then gave me a hug and 
kiss thank you.

I almost got the same thing from their father too, but Frank still had some 
reservations about me, and only ended up getting a thank you too.  From that 
point the discussion was complicated by their own wishes and beliefs, but in the 
end we came up with a plan.

So I programmed Jason to experience the same sensations from his parents and 
Suzi's smiles as he had from Ron's after Jason admitted he could never use his 
smile on any of family like that for sex.  Jason wasn't exactly happy with it, 
but he agreed that it was the only way to break the cycle that had made him so 
depressed.  We all had concerns about Jason's and Suzi's past behavior about 
having sex, but they both honestly believed they could never fall into that trap 
knowing what it would do to the other if they did.

Jason conceded to go to the college his father was employed that spring, but to 
their father's dismay, Jason was absolutely certain he would return to Central 
State with Suzi and Joey the following fall.  

I found it very surprising that Betty had been the person responsible for 
allowing Jason to attend Central state after finding out about Ron's... 
conditioning of her son.  Betty is a pretty amazing person.  With all my 
abilities and experience at feeling people out, Betty has this... ability of her 
own that has yet to be wrong.  

Betty just _knows_ what kind of a person someone is the moment she meets them, 
and she knew Ron would never hurt her Jason or anyone.  In fact, she felt Ron 
would help Jason grow and mature in ways she couldn't describe, and this sixth 
sense made her side with Jason's desire to return to Central State the previous 
year.  Frank apparently never learned the truth about what happened there, and 
was even a bit blind to the fact that Ron and Jason's relationship had been 
sexual too.

Suzi reported to me the next week that she had caught Jason slipping a box of 
condoms into a bag before leaving to go to a party with some old high school 
friends, then asked him about it the next day.  He was very forthcoming to tell 
her about the two different girls he had sex with that night, and after that 
first conversation, Suzi and Jason apparently made a habit of talking once a 
week about the sex they each had had.

Jason never had sex with another man after that.  He bumped into Ron a few 
months later and forgave him for dumping him like that, then had to resist Ron's 
fuck me smile as they talked about old times and what they had done since they 
had seen each other last.  I found it really weird that Jason could get over Ron 
so fast, but I guess he just came to realize that Ron simply had fallen under 
the same spell as Ron had cast over him.  And despite everything, Jason and Ron 
stayed friends, and I believe Ron's daughter will end up losing her virginity to 
Jason's son after seeing that exact same empathic smile on his face.  Well, the 
same minus the baby teeth that is.

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Thursday, one week after the funeral, Jennifer was waiting by my locker when I 
arrived to school.

"Hi," I said cautiously.

"Hi," she replied, not looking at my face.

"I missed you something fierce," I admitted.

"I missed you too...  Are you mad at me?"

"No.  I understand what you're feeling sort of," I said, gently opening the door 
to my locker as if any sudden noise would scare her away.

"At first all I could think about was how much I was going to miss her, and that 
I wanted her to be proud of me...  But for the past couple of days...  Yesterday 
morning I woke up and realized I not only was missing her, but you too.  Then 
during breakfast today, Lee... <sniff> she just started crying...

"She's feeling guilty for going against what mom wanted and stuff.  But my 
dad...  He said my mom wouldn't want us to be unhappy, and that she would have 
wanted us to be the best people we could be and not live in the past.  And then 
he told me my mom had been talking about letting me see you again from the way I 
cried myself to sleep ever night.."

"You did?" I said, touched.

She only nodded, then finally looked at me and asked, "Do you still want me to 
be your girlfriend?"

All I could do was beam at her and nod my head, then graciously accepted her 
offer to hug.

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