Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 1 - Chains of Love
(no sex)

I was in love.  Totally, completely, out of my mind in love.  Never before had I 
felt such great pleasure simply of being on another’s presence, and without 
there being some sexual aspect to it at that.  True, I did find her soul, 
personality, and yes, even her body sexy.  But as far as I could tell, Jennifer 
was completely uninterested in sex, and I was determined that if anything sexual 
happened between us, she would be the one to initiate it, not me.

The more time we spent together, the closer we became, and by the time Christmas 
came around, we were as close as any two people could be without there being 
anything sexual between us.  We had only kissed those two times since our 
balloon ride, and even though her face always lit up when she saw me, I was 
starting to feel a little... unappreciated as she had never once repeated one of 
my claims of love to me.

In fact, she had rarely thanked me for any of my gifts, never once paid me a 
compliment, not even anything simple like “I like your hair,” or something silly 
like that.  Oh, I knew she adored me, and she had finally grown accustomed to 
receiving my hugs and other forms of physical affection, but it was very rare 
for her to return any of the feelings I expressed to her.

But then Christmas day arrived.  I went over to her house around noon, finding 
Jennifer and her sister outside with Lee’s newest boyfriend as he showed off a 
new pair of speakers in his low riding pickup truck.  I swear I could hear the 
base of that thing two blocks away, for this guy’s cab was probably pumping a 
thousand watts of sound out, causing every window on the street to rattle and 
shake.

“!!” Jennifer yelled at the top of her lungs three feet away.

“WHAT?” I screamed back.

“! !!!! HI!” she hollered just as the song ended.

“Oh,” I said as she giggled at herself.

“Did you ge,” she began before the next song blasted the rest of the words away.

After commanding the deaf jerk to turn his noise polluter down, I didn’t bother 
hiding my irritation when I said “Thank you.  God, how can you stand it that 
loud?”

“What wasn’t loud,” the guy said with a grin.  “This is loud..”

Both he and Lee covered their ears after he hit the power amps maximum setting, 
then it took me a moment to realize their mouths were open because they were 
screaming even though I couldn’t hear it.

I gave Jennifer a nudge after she finished joining in their silent screaming, 
then motioned towards her house when she looked at me.  She tried to tell her 
sister that she was going inside, but after it became obvious this was futile, 
she just skipped over to me like a little child, then accepted my hand as I 
walked her back towards her rattling front door.

“Wasn’t that really neat?” she asked me once we had the door safely closed 
behind us.

“I guess,” I said, noticing there wasn’t any wrapped presents left under the 
tree.  “So, did you get anything good?”

“I got this gorgeous dress for church, and a portable stereo with dual 
cassettes, and.. uhm...  What did you get?”

“I got a computer.  I don’t know much about them, but I think it is supposed to 
be the top of the line.  It’s a Macintosh I think.  It’s pretty neat.  I bet 
Joey would love... never mind about what I got...  

“Merry Christmas,” I said as I pulled the little box out of the back of my 
shirt.

“Eww...  I wondered if you got me anything,” she said as she anxiously took the 
box and tore into it.

“Wow...” she added when she finally got it open.  “It’s...  pretty.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.

“Uh huh.  Do you want me to put it on now?”

“Please?”

“Hold this then,” she said, handing me the empty box, then raising the necklace 
up to the light.

“Do you see them?” I asked as she gazed up into the balloon shaped crystals 
which hung from the silver necklace.

“Yes,” she whispered in awe.  “There’s...  Hearts?  And cupids?  And.. something 
else, floating around inside them.  I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“They're supposed to be roses.. and it’s the only one ever to be made.  I had a 
dream one night, and that’s the result.  The guy who made it for me wanted to 
sell the idea, but.. let’s just say I convinced him otherwise.”

“Wow.  The only one?  Thank you.  I’ve never had an original before,” she said, 
finally putting it on.

“It looks beautiful on you,” I said with false awe.  “I knew it would, but 
still..”

“Come and see what I have in my room,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me 
towards her room.

“Wait a sec,” I said with some confusion.  “What about me?”

“Oh, sorry...” she said, letting go of my hand.

When she saw I was waiting for something, she frowned, then slapped her forehead 
saying, “Oh! I know what you want!”

After carefully watching her sister drag her boyfriend in and down the hall to 
her room, she gave me a peck on the lips then stood back with a proud expression 
all over her face.

“Is that it?” I said, unable to hide my disappointment. 

“I guess so,” she said doubtfully.  “Did you want one on the cheek too?”

“You mean...  After all the things we’ve shared, the places we’ve gone, the time 
we’ve spent together, didn’t you even think of getting ME something for 
Christmas?  I mean, you knew I would get you something...”

“Yes, but..  I...” she said confused.

“What?  Tell me.  Tell me why you never...  never...  give me anything back?”

“I... I don’t have any money,” she stuttered. 

“I know you don’t, and I never expected you to _buy_ me anything.”

“But then what? ... You don’t mean...” she said when her mother’s words came to 
mind.

“No, I don’t,” I said stiffly before turning around and heading towards the 
door.

“Where are you going?” she demanded.  “Come back and tell me!”

I hesitated a moment before turning the door knob to leave, having heard just a 
hint of sorrow in her voice.  But when she exclaimed, “Well?” I nearly hit 
myself with the door I yanked so hard, then promptly slammed it behind me.

“Tim!” Jennifer’s voice whined from the door just as I was reaching my car.  
“Tim, please come back!  I’m sorry!  I’m sorry for not getting you a present!”

“All I ever wanted from you was for you to show some kind of tenderness, or 
appreciation, or SOMETHING on your own that said I mattered to you more than 
just what I did or gave you!” I sobbed loudly, the sound of my own voice 
shocking me into realizing my emotions were nearly overcoming my self control.  

“Good bye, Jennifer,” I said getting in my car, slamming that door too for 
effect.

I suppose because I had always ended my good byes with the three most powerful 
words I knew, Jennifer must have figured out what I had really wanted for 
Christmas.  For when I was just starting to pull away, Jennifer suddenly threw 
herself on my hood while crying desperately “I love you!”

I was so shocked I nearly killed her when I forgot to steer around Lee’s 
boyfriend’s pickup.

I leapt from my car and rushed up to her motionless body laying against the 
pickup and on top of my hood.  Ever so tenderly I rolled her onto her back, then 
after a few moments of complete terror passed, her eyes flickered open while she 
struggled to again say, “I love you.”

The strain of resisting my desire to gather her up into my arms was almost too 
much, but my self control prevailed long enough to probe her body’s senses and 
determine her state of health.

“No broken bones, and besides a slight concussion, you’re okay,” I reported.

“I love you,” she repeated again.

“I love you too,” I said, climbing onto the hood beside her.  “I’m sorry, baby.  
I never meant to hurt...”

“I know..” she said weakly as she tried to roll towards me better.

She started to shiver almost violently at that point, for she had run out of the 
house without a coat, and between the tears on her cheeks and the shock from 
impact, she was thoroughly chilled.

“I-I-I’mmmmm  c-c-c-cold,” she said while her teeth began to chatter.

I took her in my arms and slid us off the hood as fast as I could, then managed 
to grab the blanket from my back seat to wrap around us after having felt how 
cold just simply moving in that frigid air could be. 

I didn’t hesitate in commanding her sister to rush and open the door just before 
I got us there, and then I commanded Lee to help me get her in bed seeing that 
it would the warmest place for her to be.

I had never been in her room before, and once we were both safely under the 
covers with the electric blanket on high, I suddenly noticed the bulletin board 
which was overflowing with things about... well, me.

News articles, pictures, my poems, and probably every piece of wrapping paper 
that I had used to wrap her gifts in were on there too.  Every one of these 
things had been cut into or pasted onto a heart shape of some sort, and if I had 
simply seen this before...  Well, it was just so much more than what I had been 
looking for, I couldn’t believe the mistake I had made.

“I love you so much, my sweet Jennifer,” I said hugging her tightly against me 
with tears in my eyes.  “I’m sorry I ever thought you didn’t feel anything for 
me.”

“But you were right,” she said in a soft voice, yet clearly stronger than 
before.  “I haven’t been giving you anything back.  But I promise I will for now 
on.  I guess I was just afraid..”

“Afraid?  Afraid of what?” I said before giving her neck a gentle kiss.

“Afraid of what it would sound like, I think.  I don’t know,” she said before 
closing her eyes and relaxing against me more.

“You know what I think?” I said while giving her little kisses from her neck to 
her ear without it occurring to me that I shouldn’t be doing that.  “I think you 
have to start believing in yourself and stop being so afraid of showing your 
true self.”

“I know,” she sighed.  “But with you being so perfect...”

“Perfect?” I laughed.  “Who says I’m perfect?”

“I do,” she said.  “You’re smart, you’re popular, you... you look good.  And 
you’re the nicest sweetest person I’ve ever known, so I guess I...”

“You what?” I said softly, feeling very comfortable with her in my arms like she 
was.

But when I gave her cheek a few more small kisses, she said, “You’re making me 
hot.  Can we get up now?”

She hadn’t intended the double meaning to her statement even though I sensed 
that my caresses and kisses had indeed aroused her if only slightly.

“Jennifer, are you afraid of me?” I said as I backed off and got up into a 
sitting position.

“No, why would...” she began as she started to sit up herself then laid back 
down faintly. “I don’t think I want to get up.”

“Just lay there then, sweetie.  So, do you trust me?  I mean... <sigh> Never 
mind.”

“No, go ahead.  I’ll answer this time, no matter what it is.”

“Then I’ll ask you what’s really on my mind.  Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve 
made it clear you’re not ready to have any kind of sex.  And that’s cool with 
me, really.  But any time I try to show you how much I love you in a physical 
way, you shy away from it and...  What’s the matter?”

“You...”

“You said you’d answer this time, now spit it out.”

She sighed miserably, but then stuttered, “You don’t think I’m...  sexy?” 

“<sigh> Jennifer, if I didn’t love you so much...  Yes! I think you’re sexy!  Do 
you think I’d go out with a girl who repulsed me?”

“I.. I don’t know,” she said looking at me with a different look in her eyes.  
“My sister is so...  and I’m so...”

“Jennifer, I think its time for me to share something with you that I’ve been 
waiting for the right moment for.  I can’t think of a better way to prove to you 
how I feel, so...”

“I don’t think this is a..” she said nervously as I laid down beside her and 
turned her towards me.

“Trust me,” I whispered.  “All you have to do is look me straight in the eyes, 
then just let it happen.”

“Let what happen?” she said just before that feeling of familiarity between us 
formed.

As the empathic link grew in strength, I began sensing the deep dark fears which 
ruled her emotional plane trying to overcome what I was sharing with her.  With 
some slight difficulty I managed to wash those fears away for the moment, then 
let her explore the sensations on her own without any direction on my part.

The empathic encounter only lasted a few minutes, but it was enough to satisfy 
both of our suspicions and doubts, and then she gave me her first truly sensual 
kiss on the lips, one that while not involving any tongue was still long and 
wet.

I suppose I got a little carried away when I rolled her onto her back with 
myself laying on top of her.  She didn’t resist or anything, but when she felt 
the stiffness in my crotch against her upper thigh, she got a little scared and 
tried to get out from under me.

“I’m sorry, baby.  I shouldn’t have..” I began.

“It’s okay,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  “I just had 
never... you know.”

“Jennifer,” I said in a concerned and serious tone.  “While we’re on the subject 
and all, I think you should know that...  Well, I’m not...”

“I know you’re not,” she admitted.

“You do?”

“Christine told me her sister...  That you and her...  Had sex.”

“Christine’s sister,” I said staring off into space, trying to place who that 
was.  “What’s her sister’s name?”

“Heather,” she said weakly.  “Have you...  been with a lot of girls?”

I looked at her hurt face, then looked her straight in the eyes and immediately 
felt the connection form.

“I not going to lie to you so.. yes, I’ve had sex with a lot of girls.  I cared 
about every one of them, and it’s important to me that I do.  Many of them I 
made love to, not just had sex.  And just for the record, I won’t make love with 
you until if and when you say you want to and you prove to me you really do.  I 
love you, and I hope you can trust me not to try and rush you.”

“I’m only fourteen,” she said unhappily.  “I promised my mom I would stay... you 
know...  a... a..."

"Virgin," I said for her.

"A virgin until I was married, and my dad said I’d have to be at least eighteen 
before that could happen.  My mom and dad got married when they were eighteen.”

“I understand,” I said with all the love and tenderness I could send her.  “I 
can wait as long as you need me to.”

“Really?” she said with some joy springing into her voice.  “Then you won’t do 
it with anyone until we get married?”

“Uh..” I said, taken aback.  “I didn’t quite mean it like...”

“Oh,” she said, her feelings hitting the floor.

“Jennifer, please don’t ask me to promise you something I can’t keep.  I said I 
cared for every one of those girls I had sex with, so all I can promise is that 
I continue to do it like that.  I love you more than the heavens and Earth 
combined, and I can’t imagine finding someone else who I’d love even a little 
bit while I’m feeling this for you.  But I’ve shared my love with others before, 
and I may want to do so again.  But you have to understand that just because I 
make love to others doesn’t mean I don’t love you just as much as I do now.”

“But..” she said weepingly.  “But why can’t you just wait?”

“I..” I said, feeling my mixed emotions battling for control.

“Please Tim?  I promise, the day I turn eighteen, we can get married and have 
all the sex you want?  Please?  I love you, and I don’t want to ever be without 
you.  I’m afraid..  I’m afraid someone else might steal you.  Please promise?  
Please?”

Her tears, or more like her raw emotions were more than enough to end the battle 
within me.  

“I promise, my love.  I promise.”

SLAM! Clang! Clink! went the cell door, effectively imprisoning me into what 
would be the most stressing promise I had ever made.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 2 - The Unwanted Gift
(no sex except making out)

It all started very innocently when Higgs asked me to clear out the room on the 
third floor which Joey and I had used for an office.

"What exactly did you two do up here anyway?" Jennifer asked as we walked hand 
in hand up the stairs after school.

"We worked on a special art project," I simply said.

"Art?" she echoed in surprise.  "I never thought of you being into art..."

I just let myself smile at her, knowing she had accepted my words without 
question.  It would have been so easy to flat out lie about things, but I 
couldn't lie to her.  Mislead her, yes.  Stretch the truth, yes.  Lie?  Well, I 
didn't want to start because I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my telepathy from 
her forever.

As we walked by the drawing room, Jennifer asked, "What's in these rooms, 
anyway?"

"That one was were we did our drawings, this one coming up was..  Well, Joey, 
Suzi, and I made it our... private room.  Uhm.  We can look at it later, okay?  
I want to open up the office just in case it's cold in there."

"Private room?" she echoed again as we reached the office door.

As I suspected, the room was a chilly fifty or so degrees.  Being on the third 
floor and not used for the most part, the rooms usually didn't require much heat 
to keep things from freezing.  So after showing Jennifer the filing cabinet 
where the drawings were, I left to go downstairs to turn up the heat.

While I was down in the utilities room, I grabbed two boxes I figured would be 
just about right to put the drawings in to take home.  Joey had wanted to get 
copies made so we each had a set, but we both agreed that could be done later 
when we had more time for things like that.

I was about halfway up the stairs from the second to third floor when I heard 
Jennifer's horrific and painful cry.  The boxes went in two different directions 
as I jettisoned their extra bulk and hightailed it back to the office as fast as 
I could.

I found Jennifer crying but calming down in the corner opposite from the desk 
and filing cabinet she had been sitting at when I left.  I immediately walked up 
to her and checked her over visually, then finally said, "Jennifer, what's 
wrong?  What happened?"

"I was just looking at your drawings.. and I..  I...  One of them HURT me!" she 
said, clamping her arms around me in a tight hug.

I savored the moment deeply, temporarily forgetting everything but the woman I 
loved whom I cuddled gently in my arms.  She was so innocent, so dependant on 
the love and care of others...  She was almost fragile, especially if a drawing 
of a symbol could cause her to..

"Wait, did you say one of the drawings.. hurt you?" I asked urgently.

"Yes," she said, turning her head to face the desk while it stayed flat against 
my upper chest.

"One of those," she said, pointing at the somewhat scattered pile of pencil 
drawn symbols.  "I was just looking through them, seeing if I could recognize 
any of them, and.." she stopped and flinched.

"Jennifer, show me, please?  It's very important," I said while my heart pounded 
in my chest.

"But..." she said as I tried to move us closer.  "But it hurt me..."

I sighed, then hooked her eyes with mine and let that familiar feeling form.

"How can a drawing hurt you, honey?  How?"

"I don't know," she said, relaxing in my gaze.  "I guess it can't... okay..."

She broke our eye contact, then walked timidly up to the desk and examined the 
few which were on top and visible without touching them.

"I don't see it," she said as I walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms 
around her midsection.

"Well?  Look through them.  The worse thing that could happen is you get a paper 
cut..."

She hesitated, but then she felt ashamed of being so timid in front of me and 
started uncovering them one by one.

"I guess you're right," she said about half way through them.  "I mean, how can 
a silly picture hurt you?  But something made me...  EEEKKK!!!"

Even as Jennifer grabbed me and buried her face into my chest shaking all over 
with her fright, my only reaction was to slowly fold my arms around her as I 
stared at the symbol she had reached.

Before me was the pencil drawing of the symbol which had been the hardest to 
draw simply for what it was.  Joey and I had claimed it to be our favorite of 
the bunch just because it had been so hard to obtain, and the colored version 
was currently framed and hanging in my room after bringing it home from college 
last year.

It was the universal symbol for pain, and after having God knows how many 
flashbacks and colliding thoughts, my mind finally tuned back into my 
surroundings and I gently pulled Jennifer away from my body and looked deeply 
into her eyes.

"Jennifer, it's okay.. There's nothing to be afraid of.  Let's go to the other 
room.  There's something I want to show you."

I carefully covered up the pain symbol before we moved towards the door, but 
then Jennifer dashed out ahead of me, and kept her back to the door just in case 
while I caught up with her and guided her towards the other room's door.

She was so upset from the experience that she didn't even take notice of the 
furnishings in the room.  If my own mind hadn't been churning away from all the 
possibilities and resulting consequences, I would have realized that she was 
struggling with something.

I guided her to the couch and we both sat down lost in our own thoughts, but 
when I felt her shudder, I snapped myself out of it and asked her what was 
wrong.

"I...  I can't get it out of my head.." she said pitifully.  "I don't want to 
think about it, but I can't stop.."

I quickly stood up and started digging into my left pocket, then pulled my coin 
out and said urgently, "Then here..  Think about this, and tell me what you 
feel."

"What is it?" she asked as her expression and voice filled with wonder.

I couldn't even answer her as I experienced an overwhelming amount of positive 
emotions flowing through me from seeing she truly did feel something from my 
coin.

"Tim?  It makes me feel... happy inside.  And.. oh, so warm and tingly to my 
fingers..  It's wonderful...   Where did you get.." she said looking up at me 
and getting caught up in my eyes filled with love.

It happened again...  And this time there was something even more magical to it.  
We felt as if we were reaching out to each other's souls and embracing them as 
we met halfway for our kiss, and then sank down onto the couch as we felt our 
hearts beat as one.

Losing ourselves in our sharing of our love for each other, there was no 
hesitation or resistance when Jennifer laid down on her back with me on top of 
her.  The kissing was of the most gentle and loving kind, and while there still 
was not tongue involved, it was still very wet and stimulating.

Yes, I got a hard on, and yes Jennifer had felt it when it pressed against her 
thigh, but there was this new binding trust between us, one that told us both 
that we would not have sex until she was ready, and for now that meant waiting 
until she was eighteen with a wedding ring on her finger from me.

We kissed for what seemed like a very long time, pausing to catch our breath 
once in a while before gazing into each other's eyes and being pulled back into 
our kiss.

When we finally had had enough for the time being, Jennifer sighed happily and 
closed her eyes while I started kissing her cheek and occasionally her neck.

"Tim?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I see that coin again?"

"Well, you had it last..."  I said before carefully getting up on my elbows and 
straddling her with my legs, looking into her face intensely while focusing all 
the energy and life I had in me into projecting a single telepathic message...

"I love you too," she answered me out loud.

She still had her eyes closed, for she was feeling very peaceful and relaxed 
from my kisses and caresses, and so she didn't catch my expression when she had 
confirmed my suspicion.

I was about to announce it to her just like that, but luckily I got a hold of 
myself and calmed down enough to think rationally for a minute.  I reached onto 
the floor for the coin, then placed it against her lips, and was rewarded with 
her smile and then her eyes opened...

I don't know what it was about her eyes, but they seemed brighter than ever 
before.  Like as if something had awakened within her that had been dormant all 
her life, but this something wasn't related to do with the coin or telepathy.  
It was much more important, and nothing supernatural about it.

When she picked up the coin from her lips, I kissed the back of hand and then 
got up, figuring she would want to sit up and examine it more closely.

But she just laid there examining the coin like that, and after a few minutes 
had passed, I got down on my knees beside her and laid my head on her shoulder 
to wait patiently for the questions I knew she would ask.

"Where did you get this?" she finally asked.

"My dad gave it to me when we met.  His dad gave it to him, but I don't know 
where by grandfather got it from, and he's dead now so we'll never know."

"How can a coin...  Does it make you feel good when you hold it?"

"Yeah, a little.  It doesn't make my fingers tingle, but it does to Joey."

"Who?"  she said, looking away from the coin for the first time since she took 
it off her nose.

"You know...  Joey..." 

"Oh, him...  But...  How come you never showed this to me before?"

She was back to looking at the coin again, but was glancing over at me ever 
couple of seconds just to see if I was going to answer or not.  I wasn't sure 
exactly how to answer her, so I simply told her the straight out truth.

"Well, because of what it is, what it can do.  Most people can't feel anything 
from it.  Only special people, Jennifer.  People like me, my mom and dad, Joey, 
and now you..."

"What do you mean, special people?  I'm not special.  You are, but I'm not."

"Now don't start that again," I said lovingly but firmly.  "You are special, and 
this even proves it.  <sigh>  Jennifer, we need to have a long talk, but not 
here.  I think the best thing to do would be to take you home and then tell you, 
Lee, and your dad about..  Well, about what this means."

She frowned, then looked at me for a long time before smiling a sweet smile and 
saying, "You're being awfully mysterious about this.  This isn't one of your 
surprises, is it?"

I couldn't help but smile back at her as I softly said, "Sweetie, this time I 
had nothing to do with it, but yes...  It will be a surprise.  A wonderful 
surprise.  But..."

"But?"

"I'll tell you in the car, okay?  Help me pack the drawings up and we'll take 
them with us.  Oh, now..  Don't get scared.  I'll pack the ones you were looking 
at.  The others are..  Well, they're harmless.  Nothing about them could 
possibly hurt you."

"So the ones I was looking at?  They can hurt me?" she said in a little girls 
voice.

"To tell you the truth, nobody has ever had any kind of reaction like you had 
before.  I don't know why you did.  Jennifer, just trust me okay?  I know what 
I'm talking about."

She sat up, then nodded her head, then hesitantly offered me back my coin.

"You can hang on to it if you like," I said, then basked in light shining from 
her smiling face.

I retrieved the boxes I had dropped over an hour before and carefully collected 
the drawing on the desk and put them in one of them, for Jennifer wouldn't even 
come into the room until I had.  Even afterwards, she was very skittish about 
messing with the rest, but I couldn't blame her.  The pain she had felt had been 
incredibly intense.  I mean, think of it like this.  You walk up to a door 
you've never been through before and when you take hold of the knob, you get a 
huge electrical shock that knocks you flat.  You'd be a little skittish about 
opening unfamiliar doors yourself for a while, and that's pretty much what 
Jennifer was feeling too.

Joey and I had organized the symbols very carefully for we hadn't labeled any of 
them as to what they were for security reasons.  We had two full sized filing 
cabinets of drawings, and even though the eight drawers weren't anywhere near 
being full, it was still a lot of drawings to handle, especially when I didn’t 
want them get mixed up.

Four hundred thirty seven drawings of a hundred fifty four symbols, all drawn by 
numerous students on special non yellowing heavy weight paper. About a third of 
them were drawn artistically in color, but most of those just didn't look right 
to me with the colors the artist had used.  Only about twenty of them Joey and I 
had drawn ourselves, but looking through them brought back all sorts of memories 
of the time we were the closest of pals.

I easily shook those feelings off once we had finished without anymore 
surprises.  Yes, Joey and I had had some good times, but I felt our time had 
passed and that now it was time for Jennifer and I to share as much and more as 
I had with Joey and Suzi combined.

"But?" Jennifer suddenly said in the car when we pulled out of the school's 
parking lot.

"But what?" I said, my mind still thinking about the things Joey and I had done 
that I wanted to do with Jennifer too.

"I don't know.  Before we packed the drawings up, you said but, then said you'd 
tell me in the car."

"Oh..  Sorry," I said grinning at her. 

Then I got serious, for I knew I had to be careful so she wouldn't disbelieve me 
when I told her later.

"Well?" she said when I took too long in thinking.

"Jennifer, you know I would never lie to you, or try to trick you, don't you?"

"Yes," she said cautiously.

"Well, just remember that when I start saying some pretty wild things, okay?  
I'm really...  worried you won't believe what I'm going to be telling you and 
your sister and dad."

"Why?  Oh, come on Tim.  Why can't you tell me now?  If it makes you feel any 
better, I'll pretend like I didn't know when you tell.."

"You don't understand.  The reason I need to tell you with your dad and sister 
around is so you can take their word for it not just mine."

"You're right," she sighed.  "I don't understand.  Well, I just hope it is worth 
all this suspense."

When she didn't say anything more, I concentrated on working out how I was going 
to do it while Jennifer pulled my coin out and started testing it out on 
different areas on her body.

By the time I pulled into her driveway, Jennifer had her eyes closed while 
gently stroking her left cheek with the coin.  I was tempted to just sit there 
with the engine running watching her like that, for she looked so...  precious.

I couldn't help but chuckle when she blushed from my stare.  But then it 
happened again, and even though it was no where near as magical or long as the 
last time, the kiss still sent us both to cloud nine for while.

We were already finished with the kiss when Lee tapped on the window with her 
knuckle and startled us.

"I saw that," she teased with a wicked smile as her boyfriend led her to his van 
parked on the street.

While Jennifer went through a much more intense blushing fit, I realized they 
were going to leave.

"Lee!  Wait a sec!" I said, jumping out of the car.

"What?" she said out of the passenger side window.

"Uhm, are you going to be gone very long?"

"Just until ten or so.  What is it?  We're kind of in a hurry here."

"Shit.  Look.  I need to explain some heavy stuff to Jennifer, but I really need 
you to be there too.  It's really important.  I don't think it can wait until 
ten."

She glance over to her boyfriend who just gave her a look that meant, "lose this 
jerk," then turned back to me with an apologetic expression intending to tell me 
no.

"Sorry about this.  You'll understand later," I told her as she got out of the 
van.

"Hey!" her boyfriend said before she could reply to me.

"What?"

"You want to try tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.  I'll pick you up at three instead."

"Sounds good," she said before turning away from him and walking back to the 
house with me.

"Lee?  I thought you were leaving?" their father said as we entered the kitchen.

"I was, but Tim said it was important..."

"It is, but..  I know this sounds kind of weird, but could we go sit down in the 
living room?  What I have to tell you is going to be hard to believe, and when I 
prove it to you, it's gonna be kind of a shock."

Mr. Corrigan looked at my serious expression, then asked, "How long will this 
take?  I'm in the middle of fixing our supper."

I looked down at the two TV dinners laying out on the counter thawing, then 
looked back at up at him with a questioning look.

"I'm hungry, okay?" he said a little jokingly.

"Well, I guess we can wait long enough for you to pop them in the oven," I said 
with a grin.

"Did you put mine back in the freezer dad?" Lee asked him.

"Yeah.  Tim, are you hungry?  We can pop on in for you too if you like."

"Yeah.  Thanks.  That would be great, especially since I think I'm going to be 
here a while."

After Lee went back again to retrieve the one which had been out for her 
boyfriend, the four TV dinners were "popped" into the oven and then we all went 
into the living room for my little show and tell.

"Okay, before I start making you think I'm nuts, Jennifer, let Lee and your dad 
hold my coin."

"Oh, okay.  That's a good idea.  Here, Lee.  This makes you feel.."

"Uhm, lets just let them work that out, okay Jennifer?" I said cutting her off.

"Oh, all right!" she said a little grumpily.  She had had her fill of my 
mysteriousness. 

"Okay," Lee said a little suspiciously while turning the coin over and looking 
at the other side.  "So what do I do with it?"

"Don't you feel anything?" Jennifer said surprised.

"What do you mean?  It's just a plastic coin."

"Let your dad see it, Lee," I said before Jennifer could respond.

She handed it over to Mr. Corrigan, then after he silently looked at it for a 
few moments, Jennifer blurted out, "Don't you feel anything?" in a more 
desperate tone than before.

"What am I supposed to feel, pumpkin?" he said, flipping it, then handing it 
back to her.

Jennifer stared at the coin a few moments, then looked over at me with this 
confused expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  I told you only certain people can feel anything from my 
coin."

"Are you two going to tell us what's going on?" Lee said impatiently.

"But why not them?  Why me?" Jennifer asked me, ignoring Lee.

"I don't know, Jennifer.  Now that we know they don't feel anything from it, why 
don't you go ahead and tell them what you feel while I think a minute."

As Jennifer began describing the sensations the coin gave her, I watched for 
their reactions, and as I had expected they were very skeptical.

I didn't comment as Lee and their dad voiced their disbelief, and just waited 
for one of them to let the other do the talking.  That person turned out to be 
Mr. Corrigan, so while Lee and Jennifer argued like sisters do, I managed to get 
the coin from Jennifer and handed it to him with the words, "This is what 
Jennifer feels."

I was the only one to hear Mr. Corrigan's gasp while I simulated the sensations 
which Jennifer had described.  I only kept it up for maybe thirty seconds, but 
it was more than enough to convince him we were serious.

"Lee," he said faintly moments before I stopped my simulation.

"Lee!" he nearly shouted afterwards.  "She's not lying.  I just felt it too."

"What?" both girls said.

"How?" Jennifer asked, then caught sight of my grin and said, "Tim?"

"Lee?  Your turn," I said, handing her the coin and giving Jennifer a wink.

"You're all making me really.... Oh my God!"

"Tim!" Jennifer cried with impatience and confusion as Lee sat very still 
staring at the coin in her hand, almost like she was afraid to move.

"Hang on a second," I said, wanting to give Lee at least the same amount of time 
her dad had.

"You said they couldn't feel anything, but now they can?  Tim, please tell me 
what is going on?!?  I'm so confused, and I starting to think you're doing it on 
purpose!"

I killed my simulation when I saw she was about ready to burst into tears.  I 
winced, having not considered that I might scare her with this, but then I knew 
how to fix it without having to alter my plans.

As I felt that familiar feeling, I resisted letting a full empathic connection 
form and just let it calm her down.

"I'm a little confused myself," her father said.

"Yeah.  How can a coin make you feel good just by holding it?" Lee asked, still 
holding the coin like it would bite her if she moved her hand.

"This is where it gets a little hard to believe," I said, giving each of them a 
dose of my seriousness empathetically.  "Most people can't feel anything from 
the coin, but when someone does, it means they have this..  potential or gift.  
My mom and dad both have it, I have it, both my grandfathers... and Jennifer has 
it."

"But we don't?" Lee asked.

"No, you don't"

"So what is this gift that Jennifer supposedly has?" her father asked, sitting 
back deciding he wasn't going to buy it.

"Telepathy," I thought to Lee and Mr. Corrigan.

"Telepathy?" Lee snorted from missing the fact I hadn't said it out loud while 
watching Jennifer take back my coin.

"Telepathy?" Jennifer echoed.  "Why did you say that, Lee?"

"Lee, look at me.  I'm not kidding here.  See?  I'm not moving my mouth at all. 
Don't get scared, Lee, please?  You're dad is staying pretty calm, which is good 
because I don't want to upset Je.."

"Hey!  Why are you all staring at each other?" Jennifer interrupted.

I held my breath as her two astounded family members stared at her for several 
moments before exchanging glances between themselves.

"Okay... What's going on?" she said, breaking out into a smile that faded very 
quickly.

I decided it was time to tell her, for she wasn't going to last much longer 
without getting very upset from the suspense.

I got up from my chair and sat down where Lee had just vacated her spot on the 
couch for me, then I took her hands into mine and looked into her eyes as I 
said, "Jennifer, if I was to tell you that I could read your mind, would you 
believe me?"

"Huh?" she said with confusion.  "Read my mind?"

"Yes.  Like think of something I couldn't possibly know about, something that 
isn't private, but you've never told me anything about."

"Why are you all staring at me?" she said nervously.

"Blue and white shirt, striped, has a lopsided collar, and you...  You loved it 
because it had a little flower embroidered into it right there," I said, 
touching the spot just above and to left of her left breast.

"How did you..."

"I read your mind, silly.  That's what this is all about.  I'm telepathic, and 
so are you, my love.  So are you."

Jennifer's face went through an amazing number of expressions, twice she had 
started to laugh but it never got beyond the first couple notes of her beautiful 
sing song laugh.

"You're joking right?" she said finally.

"No, I'm very serious.  Ask your dad or Lee.  I was talking to them in their 
heads when you though we were just staring at each other."

"It's true, pumpkin," Mr. Corrigan managed to say.  "I don't really know if I 
believe it entirely yet, but he was talking to me without moving his lips."

"Then do it to me?" Jennifer said a moment later.

"Well, that's not easy for me to do.  I've told you you're very special, and 
before this afternoon I believed you would never be able to hear my thoughts.  
There's a lot I have to tell you, all of you, some of it you won't like to hear 
but you need to hear it anyway."

I first told them about my own rediscovery of my abilities when I was in eighth 
grade, and how my mom had helped me gain control over them.  I was pretty 
careful to ease the subject of mind control into it all, but I ended up having 
to demonstrate it by having Lee do a perfectly synchronized ring around the rosy 
with me before they believed me.

At that point I told them about how I discovered Jennifer was immune to my 
telepathy.  That was probably the most confusing part for Jennifer.  She didn't 
understand how she supposedly had the gift and yet be immune to it too.  I guess 
what made it so confusing was, I didn't understand it myself.

I was very relieved to find she was accepting my word about these things, 
especially since I kept having to demonstrate it to her sister and dad when they 
started doubting me again.  But with Jennifer, she never doubted anything I was 
saying, and only when she didn't understand did I have to go into more detail or 
something.

Mr. Corrigan really surprised me by the way he took it all in stride.  I mean, 
even though the whole concept scared him and he didn't want to believe in it, he 
kept his mind open because he felt he had to at least consider the possibility 
that everything I was telling him was true.

Lee, on the other hand, kept challenging my explanations.  Even while we were 
eating the TV dinners, Lee kept asking questions that I was able to answer 
easily enough, but I ended up being the last one done because of all the talking 
I had done.

Once I saw they all had a fair understanding of what telepathy could do, I said 
quite simply, "I'd like to help Jennifer to develop her telepathy, but there are 
some dangers in doing so."

"Dangers?" Jennifer asked.

"If there's a risk in it harming her..." Mr. Corrigan began.

"No, not her.  Well, not exactly.  I can't ever believe it ever happening to 
Jennifer, but...  Telepaths are very susceptible to what I think is called God 
syndrome.  You know the saying..  Power corrupts..."

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely," he finished for me.  "So you're saying she 
might lose control of herself."

"Worse than that.  She might alter you both in ways you can't even imagine."

"I wouldn't do anything like that.." she said in a small voice.

"I know you wouldn't now...  But...  It changes you, sweetie.  You stop seeing 
others as your equals because they can't stop you from making them what you want 
them to be.  Every telepath I've met uses people in one way or another, and even 
I have done some things which I'm not proud of."

"Like what?" Jennifer asked softly, almost afraid.

"I'd rather not get into that tonight," I sighed.  "I'll tell you someday, but 
it's not that simple because of... Well, because I wasn't myself when I did 
those things.  I'm here to offer myself to teach you what I can while at the 
same time hopefully keep you from corrupting yourself with it."

I turned to her father and said, "I'd never take advantage of her, sir.  Even if 
I didn't love her, I'd still wouldn't because..  because.."

"What exactly are you asking of me?" he asked carefully.

"I'm asking you for your permission to try and help your daughter develop her 
abilities without letting them corrupt her.  She has it within her, the coin 
says so.  Without my help, she may never develop them, or she may develop them 
on her own without any sort of.. uhm.. guidance."

"I see," he said, looking at his younger daughter who met his eyes with her own.

"Well pumpkin?  What do you think of all this?"

"I don't know, daddy.  I get excited thinking about it, but.. it scares me too.  
Lee?  What do you think I should do?"

Lee had been standing since she had let me have the seat next to Jennifer, but 
with Jennifer's question, she suddenly felt the need to sit down and did so by 
flopping herself into the chair.

"I don't know, kiddo," she sighed.  "I think I understand what Tim is afraid of 
happening.  I mean, I was just daydreaming, and..."

"What, Lee?"

"Well..  If I could make people do what I wanted them to...  Well, I know I 
wouldn't be able to resist...  You know..  The guys and all.."

"Oh.." Jennifer said a little down.  But then she asked, "But do you think I 
could resist?"

"I don't know, shrimp.  I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't control yourself 
with it.  But you're definitely not after the boys like I was at your age..."

"No, and I've promised mom I wouldn't do anything like that until I was 18 and 
married," she reminded everyone.  "I won't be bad.  I know I won't.  And I can't 
think of anyone better than Tim who could show me the way, can you?"

"Well, I think what we need is some time to think about it," Mr. Corrigan said.  
"Tim, thank you for..  For being so frank about all this.  I really appreciate 
your offer for help and everything, but right now I think I'd really like to be 
alone with my family...  You understand?"

"Yeah," I said feeling just a little upset.  "I had hoped to try something 
tonight, but that's okay.  I'll just go home and...  Uhm..  find something else 
to do."

Actually, when I got home, I decided I was pretty tired so I went to bed early.  
But I still ended up laying there for hours just imagining the things Jennifer 
and I could do together, knowing that she might not be able to do some of it 
because of her...

Handicap.  That's how I started to think of her immunity to telepathy.  Before, 
it was sort of annoying not to be able to do the really cool things with her 
like letting her fly in a bird's body or sharing my thoughts with her when we 
weren't together.  But yet I had always considered it a good thing because it 
kept her safe from other telepaths, and even myself to some extent.

Even while I was dreaming of having a mind hoping race with her, there was this 
thought in the back of my mind which I didn't want to deal with yet.  The 
thought that it might be a terrible mistake to awaken the telepathic abilities 
of someone who was immune to my own telepathic control.

I didn't let that thought surface before I fell asleep, but after I left the 
real world and entered the world of dreams, it promptly made it's message very 
clear to me.

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We were alone in the pull out bed, my love's smile having become my soul reason 
for living, gave me every possible joy imaginable before she gave me her lips 
for a kiss.

It was like seeing her for the very first time all over again.  I couldn't tear 
myself to look away, feeling desperate to absorb her incredible beauty, needing 
to memorize every millimeter of the skin on her face, all while my love for her 
strengthen beyond anything else I had felt before.

That love was the only emotion I felt while I laid there with her, for it seemed 
to give me everything I needed.  I had no wants, no discomforts, and it even 
seemed to guide me to understanding why I was not shocked to find she was in 
fact completely nude, why my cock would not become aroused, why I would not make 
any sexual advances towards her and why I should accept everything she said to 
be true.

The love which filled my being made everything look brighter, sound cleaner, 
feel purer.  My Jennifer had given me the greatest gift of all, and I knew it 
was the truest love possible. 

I no longer had the boundaries limiting my love.  Things such as self interest 
and personal satisfaction, which neither came close as the restrictions due to 
having a free will.

But now...  Now I was truly free.  She had freed me.  For I was hers, my soul, 
my mind, my body.  There was nothing I wouldn't do for her, share with her, even 
give her.  I loved her..  I loved her...  I LOVED HER!!!

I offered no resistance as she entered my mind seeking out any remaining 
conflictions which she hadn't eliminated while I was asleep.  She didn't find 
any, for the love I had for her silenced all other voices within me, and I 
simply accepted her suggestion to never allow anyone to ever scan my mind but 
her. 

Three days went by without a break in our regular routine, Jennifer wisely 
deciding to wait and see if anyone noticed a change in me.

People did notice, in fact I would find it hard to believe if anyone who didn't 
know me hadn't.  Everyone thought I had just fallen deeply in love, which I had, 
but not because I had recovered my emotional feelings for others.  I didn't care 
about anyone or anything but Jennifer, and only pretended like anything else 
mattered because she wished me to.

Jennifer and I spent the entire weekend at my home alone, our only visitor being 
Lee who Jennifer had carefully been preparing for nearly two weeks, knowing I 
would detect any vast changes in her and didn't want to upset me before she was 
ready to take me.  But now, Lee was just as devoted to Jennifer as I was, her 
original personality still very much intact, just altered to fit Jennifer's 
wishes and needs.

Those needs were actually based on my needs, not that I had any any longer.  I 
no longer desired sex with anyone but Lee, and Lee no longer desire anyone but 
me.  There was no love in it, just a mutual sexual need that we only fulfilled 
when Jennifer allowed us.

While I was allowed to also find Jennifer's body attractive, she made me unable 
to have sex with her until she was eighteen.  This, of course, was completely 
overridable, and that Saturday Jennifer explored my male body, the first male 
body she had ever seen up close.

I began seeking out the people who didn't see Jennifer as the beautiful, most 
wonderful person on the planet and adjusted them so they saw the truth that I 
could plainly see.  I desired nothing but to make her the queen she was meant to 
be, and if it meant enslaving the entire world for her, then so be it.

Slowly at first I began converting the people around me, transforming their 
selfish lives into one which served a higher purpose.  Oh and how wonderful 
Jennifer made me feel whenever I brought another one for her to bless and 
instruct them in what they will do for her.

After a minor incident with Sarah and her group of college campus telepaths, I 
began using my new recruited voices to process the people who needed to find the 
ways of Jennifer and her love.  Jennifer wished me to spend more time with her, 
and I knew there was nothing greater for me to do than obey.

Jennifer and I oversaw the building of her temple, using the minds and bodies of 
the thousands who by that time loved her with their heart and souls.  It was 
during the laying of the foundation that the attack came, an army of telepaths 
whose combined power quickly enslaved nearly half of our followers on the first 
night.

Jennifer personally engaged the Cabal forces while leaving me to oversee her 
work, and it was while she was away that Joey showed up asking how I could have 
betrayed the human race like I had.

Suddenly I didn't see the world like I had before.  Joey hadn't done anything, 
for I had been for the most part self enslaved by my love for Jennifer, but 
now...  I was about to say I was sorry when Jennifer appeared and asked what was 
going on.

I simply watched as Joey and Jennifer began their telepathic struggle to take 
control of me.  I could only stand there and wait to see who would be the 
victor, and suddenly Joey became my master, and Jennifer my enemy.

Jennifer aimed a pistol at me while saying, "If I can't have him, no one can," 
and pulled the trigger.

----------

I awoke without the panic and alarm I thought I should have felt, finding myself 
very calm and able to think clearly.  I analyzed the dream, finding there being 
several messages involved here that I hadn't been really aware of before.

The first was of course the one I had been avoiding.  Jennifer's immunity could 
very well make her too powerful, and it also didn't escape me that this simple 
fact would most certainly threaten other telepaths, including my friend the 
Inquisitor.

Another message my subconscious had been picking up on was Jennifer's growing 
feelings of... well, not jealousy exactly.  Just whenever there was another girl 
or woman around, she was becoming rather aggressive when it came to making sure 
they knew I was hers and they couldn't have me.

And that was amplified ten fold when it came to anything to do with Suzi.  I had 
made the mistake of giving Suzi a kiss on the cheek while Jennifer was present 
at my little New Years Eve party.  Since then, I didn't dare even to mention 
Suzi around her after Jennifer getting very emotional from the insecurity she 
felt concerning Suzi.

The dream also made me realize that Joey had been trying to get me to spend some 
time with him, especially after we demonstrated the sport of mud wrestling to 
Jennifer at the party.  I had been very surprised by how quickly my memories and 
skills in the mud came back to me, and even started to find it uncomfortable 
wearing the spandex biker shorts after a while.

Since I'm on the subject, the purpose of the New Year's Eve party was to see 
whether I had gotten over my own jealousy concerning Joey's and Suzi's 
relationship.  Ever since Jennifer's mother died, I hadn't felt any discomfort 
or disturbing feelings about them, and I found that I not only had to prove I 
was over that to myself, but to Joey and Suzi as well.

So I invited Joey, Suzi, Brad, Sandi, and naturally Jennifer to celebrate the 
new year at my mansion, despite Jennifer becoming very clingy to me after giving 
Suzi a peck on the cheek, we all had a pretty good time.

It is ironic I suppose that I did have a moment of jealousy at the party, but it 
didn't have anything to do with Joey and Suzi.  When Brad and Sandi first 
arrived, Jennifer seemed to be...  Well, in awe of Brad I suppose.  She of 
course didn't know anything about Brad's and Sandi's incestual relationship, and 
we were all surprised to find the two siblings' roles having reversed to a large 
degree.  Instead of Sandi doing the little things for Brad, Brad was doing the 
little things for Sandi.  In Jennifer's eyes these were the actions of a 
gentleman, not a horny guy sexually driven to act submissive around his sister 
in hopes for wild sex with her later.  

Brad had adopted the submissive role after accidentally discovering she was 
incredibly aroused by the idea of him being her submissive slave.  He had 
brought her breakfast in bed one morning to see if she would be grateful enough 
afterwards to go for a few rounds of fucking.  Sandi apparently got so turned on 
by his serving her breakfast in bed like she had done for him countless number 
of time that she didn't even eat it until after they had worn themselves out in 
what had been the wildest sex either had had to that time.

Anyway, I felt a little jealous from the way Jennifer had practically melted 
when Brad told her she looked very pretty out of respect to me and for Jennifer 
having been Sandi's old friend.  But after I had kissed Suzi's cheek, Jennifer 
forgot all about Brad as she focused on the threat she considered Suzi to be, 
and I guess I was pleased by this, and we gave each other an extra long hug 
after the goodnight kiss before she went home in a limo at 1am.

I gave up on resolving solutions to the problems my dream had expressed around 
4am and easily went back to sleep without any further interruptions from my 
subconscious.  By the time I picked Jennifer up for school, however, I was 
struggling to keep my conflicting emotions from showing.

"Good morning.  I like what you did to your hair.  Wait.  Is that..."

"Just a little blush and some eyeliner.  You like it?"

"Well, it does make you look...  Uhm.."

"What?"

"I was going to say it makes you look more... sexy, but...  Sexy isn't exactly 
the word for it."

"What is the word for it then?" she asked with an honest and open expression.

"Jennifer, I like you as you are.  I've never really cared for makeup on a girl.  
To me it looks fake, made up.  I'm okay with what you and Lee did, and if it 
makes you feel prettier then I'm all for it.  But the best word I have for it 
is..  well, it makes you look a little slutty to me."

"Slutty?" she said surprised.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  You're not upset, are you," I stated.

"No.  That's what I thought too," she giggled.

"Heh."

"But Tim?" she then said seriously.  "It does make me feel.. better.  I mean, 
you noticed it right away, and so did my dad...  I'd like to know if other 
people will notice... it too."

She had almost said "notice me," and I could tell how excited she felt about 
maybe catching the attention of a few of the guys in her classes with her 
"sluttier" look.  I knew she would never do anything if someone did actually 
come on to her, but the idea someone might thrilled her to say the least.

I smiled at her and said, "Just don't go overboard, okay?  I'm only human, and 
if you make yourself took too slutty, I don't know if I could control myself.  
Speaking of controlling one's self, did your dad..."

From the sigh she had made following my question, I knew the answer had been a 
no, and I realized she had been putting off telling me as long as she could.

"It's okay, Jennifer.  I knew he might say no, and I'm not going to try and 
change his.."

"He said yes," she said uncomfortably.

"He did?  Then why.."

"I'm the one who is saying no," she said very softly and avoiding my eyes.

"You?  Why?"

"Because.  I don't think my mom would have wanted me to.  And this morning, Lee 
woke me up an hour early to show me how to do this," she paused to indicate her 
makeup, "but she also was trying to talk me into doing it.  I could see in her 
eyes, Tim.  It's already changing her, and she's not even the one who..."

Jennifer sighed again, then didn't bother to continue when I reached over 
stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

"I'm proud of you," I said softly a few moments later.  

"You are?"

"Yep.  All I've been thinking about since I tested you with my coin was how much 
I wanted to show you all that I know and do the things I've enjoyed doing with 
others that I've never considered being able to do with you before.  I've been 
pretty selfish.  I wanted these things so badly that I was willing to ignore the 
effects it would have on others, including you.  But you..  You're only thinking 
of everyone else.  You're truly the most beautiful person I know, Jennifer 
Nicole Corrigan.  With or without telepathy, or makeup."

We were at a stop light waiting for it to turn green at the time, so I let 
myself watch her sit there with this smile growing on her face while she watched 
out her window, shyly avoiding looking me in the face.  I noticed the light 
changing green out of the corner of my eye, but ignored it for the moment for I 
was enjoying myself too much.

Someone honked behind us, and I was just about to command them to go around when 
Jennifer looked out the windshield and said, "It's green... we can go," before 
stealing a glance at me and then turning red and looking down at her feet.

I didn't say anything else, and neither did she.  I was a strange but pleasant 
quietness that we didn't want to let end when I pulled into my spot and shut of 
the engine.

When I heard the click of a seatbelt being undone, I finally looked back over at 
her, having spared her any further moments of shyness by keeping my eyes forward 
the whole time.  I hurriedly undid mine before sliding the seat back and its 
back down a bit so she could climb on top of me for a little snuggle.

"I love you," she said once she had her head on my chest.  "It's like I didn't 
really have a life to live until you were in it."

"You know, I could say the same thing about you.  Before I saw you that day in 
the hall, I didn't want to feel anything for anyone.  But the moment I saw you I 
knew you were something special, and I wanted to feel these feelings for you.  
With you.  From you.  And now here we are."

"Here we are," she echoed in a contented sigh.

After about 10 minutes, it was getting pretty darn cold in the car like that, 
and since it was getting close to the five minute bell anyway, just did a short 
kiss and then left to go to class.

In fifth hour, Joey tried to talk me into going to see a movie with him after 
school, and didn't back down when I told him I had promised Jennifer we could go 
to my place to snuggle and stuff right after school.  He wasn't being ignorant 
or anything, but just the opposite by using his charm and some of the smiles he 
had picked up from Jason.

He didn't care for my idea of asking Jennifer to go along, but he agreed to it 
seeing that he wasn't going to get me to go any other way.

Joey ended up bailing out on the movie idea when we met out in the parking lot, 
saying "Madam President requested my services in an official function, which 
means I'll be moving something or help make something for the council."

Jennifer and I ended up going to a movie anyway, and it was during the movie 
that Jennifer suddenly asked, "Don't boyfriends usually want to make out with 
their girlfriend during a movie?"

I was floored by her question, having never expected her to say she wanted to do 
that so obviously like that.  It took me a few moments to collect my wits, and 
found her smiling at me as I replied, "Only if the girlfriend wants to.  Does 
she?"

"Maybe..  Maybe not," she teased.

"Oh, I get it... You're playing hard to get now...  Well, it won't work, little 
missy.  You seem to forget I can read your mind, and...  Really?"

Even in the dim light of the theatre, I could see her blushing while she stared 
back at me with this happy smile.

"Okay..." I said gently, setting the popcorn in the next seat and moving my face 
closer to hers.  "I won't do anything until you have, okay?  And if something 
doesn't.."

She didn't give me the chance to finish my sentence, and I wasn't going to 
bother trying for her lips were plastered against mine.  We kissed like that for 
a few minutes, but then a timid tongue probed my lips once, her mind having been 
made up since lunch time that she wanted to try French kissing me.

As with everything else about Jennifer, her french kissing began very timid 
like, but once she felt comfortable with it, she started to explore and discover 
the wonders and joys of sharing your spit.

When I actually started actively participating, Jennifer went completely 
passive, and for a while I did all the work while she just sat there with her 
mouth open and her eyes closed.

I was startled again when I realized the arousal I was feeling wasn't just mine, 
but her own as well.  I paused in my kissing a moment to study the signals my 
empathic sense were picking up, and when I felt her trust, I understood.

Jennifer had never allowed herself to feel aroused with me before out of fear we 
would go to far.  But she truly trusted me, trusted me more than herself even, 
for she knew I wouldn't go beyond the making out, even if temporarily she wanted 
to.

My thoughts concerning this were scattered when she suddenly became aggressive 
again by shoving her tongue into my mouth while her hands took a better hold of 
my head.

We spent the rest of the movie alternating periods of making out with periods of 
catching our breath, and we were startled to find people walking past us on the 
way out, most of the people grinning to themselves while attempting to keep 
their eyes off the sight on Jennifer straddling me in my seat.

Jennifer didn't stop blushing until we were on the way home, and then she 
started giggling which only made me join her in a laughing fit.

I learned very quickly in the next few weeks how to tell when Jennifer was 
willing to mess around and when she was not.  The day after the movie, Jennifer 
wouldn't let me start anything at all with her, and after she said I was 
pushing, I gave up in trying to get her to kiss me again.

On the following Sunday, we went to the mall and she surprised me by wanting to 
check out the make up counters. She hadn't worn any make up since that first 
day, so I had figured that had been the end of it.  But after she had picked out 
a few eyeliners and a couple of different shades of blush, she had me rush her 
home and had me wait while Lee helped her put it on.

I had to admit, Lee knew how to make her little sister look really hot.  Finding 
it was having the designed effect, Jennifer's eyes spoke of her desire while she 
walked up to me.  I couldn't believe it when pushed me onto my back on her 
family's couch and gave me this wicked lick across my lips, but didn't hesitate 
to part my lips to her tongue on its second pass, and soon we were lost in our 
passionate deep tonguing of each other's mouths.

Another week and a half went by before she indicated her willingness by coming 
to school with make up on again.  Shit, by that time I was feeling very sexually 
frustrated since I hadn't fucked or even had a blow job since... Hell, I didn't 
even remember when.  Needless to say we were late to our first class that day, 
and I wondered how many people noticed the smeared lipstick all over my mouth 
before I did in the bathroom between third and fourth hours.

Ah...  The Valentines dance...  Our first dance, and I had a heck of a time 
keeping her from talking herself and me out of it.

You see, Jennifer was convinced she couldn't dance.  We spent everyday after 
school the week before the dance practicing, and I eventually ended up having to 
trick her to relax enough that should could dance.

"Jennifer, stop trying to remember every step you have to take, and just let it 
happen," I said for the hundredth time.

"I'm trying," she said in a pathetic voice, "But I just can't dance..."

I stopped, then had to wait a few seconds for her to stop since she had been 
concentrating on to so hard that she didn't realize I had paused.

"I guess you really can't dance then," I said sadly.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," she said, finding herself feeling 
worse rather than triumphant at winning that disputed topic.

"Well, if we're not going to dance at the Valentines dance, what do we do 
there?"

"I don't know..." she said unhappily.

"You still want to go, don't you?"

"I don't know," he repeated.  "Do you?"

"Yes, simply because I love you and it's the Valentines dance.  I've never taken 
anyone to it before.  Suzi had always gone with Joey...  Oh, don't give me that 
look.  I don't want to take Suzi to it.  I want to take you.  Why would I be 
spending so much time trying to teach you how to dance if I wanted to take Suzi?  
Especially since Suzi already knows how to dance."

"Then what do we do while we're there?" she asked.

"Well," I said, gently pulling her towards me and embracing her into a loosely 
held hug.  "We can always just... hold each other like this..."

"Yeah?" she said softly while slipping her arms around me and leaning into my 
embrace.

"Yeah...  and maybe people will think we're sort of dancing if we just... rock 
ourselves back and forth with the music..."

"You mean like we are now?" she said, closing her eyes.

"Yeah...  I bet we could really fake them out if we lifted our feet enough so we 
can slowly turn... Yeah...  Hey, if we move around a little more, it would look 
even more real..."

"I like this..." she sighed, then snuggled her face into my chest a little more 
and said, "I'd rather do this and dance any day."

"Would you like to know a secret?"

"Uh huh?" she said softly as she ran her hands over my back lovingly.

"We are dancing."

"We are?" she said, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

I never answered her for she knew I was right and simply gave my chin a kiss 
before returning her head to it's proper place... against my chest.

Friday, the day before the dance, I invited Brad and Sandi to have dinner with 
Jennifer and I, hoping that Sandi and Brad would loosen Jennifer up enough to do 
a fast dance.  By that time, Jennifer was a natural at the slow dances, and even 
though I loved the way she melted in my arms during those, I also wanted her to 
have some fun during the faster ones.

Unfortunately, the night sort of backfired on me, for even though Jennifer had 
finally let herself go and get down with the rest of us, I had made the mistake 
of putting Dirty Dancing on which Sandi and Brad ended up dancing to the letter.

I was just dancing beside Jennifer when suddenly I found Jennifer frozen in her 
tracks watching Brad teasing his sister's left breast through the material with 
his tongue as they moved with the music, both with their eyes closed.

The confusion she felt assaulted my empathic senses immediately, and I 
helplessly stood there while Jennifer watched Sandi slide her tongue up Brad's 
throat and chin before inserting it into his mouth for a quick french kiss.

It was while the two siblings began grinding their crotches together that I 
found my voice and said, "Hey!  Stop that, you two!  Can't you control 
yourselves?"

"Sorry, man...  It's that song..."

"Yeah, sorry.." Sandi said before catching Jennifer's expression and losing the 
grin on her face.

"Tim, I think...  I think I want to go home now," Jennifer meekly said.

"Are you sure?" I said, resting my hands lightly on her shoulders and finding 
them being shook off rather quickly.

"Yes.." she said shakily.  "I want to go home right now."

"Okay..  You want me to take you?  Or go in a limo?"

She kept her back to me while she struggled with her emotions, but then turned 
and pitifully said with tears in her eyes, "Take me?"

I pretty much knew what was coming even though I hadn't peeked in her head.  I 
was... uncomfortable from the silence as I drove her home, then just as I pulled 
into her subdivision, she said, "Tim?  Why were they acting that way?"

"Don't beat around the bush, Jennifer.  Ask what you're really asking."

"Fine," she said a bit huffily.  "Did you make them like that?"

"Yes and no.  A couple of years ago, Sandi was tricked into taking a highly 
addictive drug, and once she was hopelessly addicted, the two men who was giving 
it to her started..  well, started to make her do things... sexual things, 
before letting have her next fix.  Then one day they disappeared, and Sandi was 
going nuts.  She related the drug's addiction to the sex she had to earn it, and 
at the time I didn't know very much about that kind of stuff...

"Jennifer, please believe me.  I did what I thought was the only thing I could 
do to help her.  I helped her get over the addiction by making her..  well, I 
made her Brad and my slave, and about a year ago I set her free because she was 
ready to be her own master.  I never expected them to go on like this.  I 
figured they would have gotten tired of each other by now and would have sought 
out their own...  What?"

"You mean, you had sex?  With Sandi?"

"Oh Jennifer..." I sighed unhappily.  "Sex was all she knew at the time.  I only 
had sex with her a few times, and that was only because I was her.. uhm, master.  
Jennifer, please don't feel this way.  I'm not perfect.  I make mistakes, okay?  
But I learn from them, and that is one mistake I will never make again.  I 
swear."

"I don't know...  I just don't know..." she said, opening the car door since I 
had pulled into her driveway.

"We're still going to the dance tomorrow, aren't we?"

She stood there with her back to me, her hand ready to push the car door closed 
as she tried to sort out her feelings.

Finally, she just said, "I don't know..." and hurriedly shut the door before I 
could answer her at all and raced inside.

"Shit," I said, not really upset, just seeing it as an unfortunate turn of 
events.

I wasn't angry, I wasn't sad, guilty, or heartbroken.  I wasn't normal, you 
know, but in a lot of ways it was good for times like this when I would have 
"normally" been feeling really low.  I was fairly certain she would get over 
this after a good night sleep, and on the other hand if we missed the dance, it 
was only a dance.  There would be other dances.

Despite what I just said, by lunch time the next day, I was getting pretty 
anxious.  Jennifer hadn't called or anything, and the longer I waited, the 
greater the tension built up.

I finally had had enough around two in the afternoon and called her, finding she 
had been out with Lee all day.  I hinted to Mr. Corrigan that Jennifer might be 
pretty upset with me, enough that she might not want to go to the dance tonight, 
but he assured me that she was going whether she wanted to or not after the 
money he put out in her dress.

That didn't really help me much, for I knew he wouldn't force her if she had her 
mind set against going.  All this was for nothing, however, for not even twenty 
minutes later Jennifer called and explained Lee had taken her out and got her 
all ready for the dance tonight.  There was this... excitement in her voice I 
hadn't heard before, and I know she heard the relief in my voice since she said 
she was sorry she hadn't called to tell me what was going on before they left 
that morning.

We spent nearly an hour on the phone, and the only reason we got off was because 
Lee was fussing at her about needing to eat something before getting dressed.  I 
followed Lee's suggestion myself, and as it turned out I had to rush at the end 
anyway.

The dance started at seven, and I arrived at Jennifer's door at six thirty 
seven, seven minutes late.

"Wow..." I said when the door opened and there stood before me was...

"Excuse me miss?  Is Jennifer ready?" I said.

"Oh, Tim..." Jennifer giggled.

"Jennifer?" I faked surprise.  "Wow.  I can't believe how... incredible you 
look."

"So, you like it?" she said slowly turning around, showing off the white with 
red hearts dress that really made her red hair and white skin stand out as well.

"I love it," I said while wondering if the dress and my underpants were made 
from the same bolt of cloth since they appeared to be the same pattern of 
hearts.

I stood there gaping so long that Lee finally poked her head around the door and 
asked, "Well?  Are you going to come in or stay out there the rest of the night?  
We do have a heating bill to pay you know."

"Oh.. Sorry," I said actually feeling myself blush a little.  "Wow, you two sure 
did a good job."

"Thank you," Lee said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Your rose, madam," I said, opening the plastic lid and taking out what had been 
the fullest, reddest rose in all the county's floral shops in the center of a 
very tastefully array of leaves and those little flowers and twigs they put on 
that kind of thing, all made into the shape of a heart.

"It's beautiful," both girls cooed at the same time.

I ended up having to let Lee put it on Jennifer instead of doing it myself, but 
that was okay.  Lee was just as excited about his dance as Jennifer, mostly 
because she could never get all decked out like this because of her mother.  
Well, that's not entirely true, for I knew she had gone to her prom in a very 
nice dress, but her date had been... well, lets just say he wasn't very romantic 
about it.

After the flashbulbs had finally faded from my eyes, Mr. Corrigan gave us the 
curfew of eleven o'clock which I was the only one who didn't try to argue about.  
I mean, I saw it as his right and duty to set a curfew like that, but Lee and 
Jennifer spent almost five minutes arguing before Jennifer finally submitted and 
told Lee that at least it wasn't ten like they had figured earlier.

"I love riding in your limousines," she commented after relaxing beside me in 
the new limo my dad had just got.

"Then we'll just have to take them more often," I said, testing her mood by 
slipping my hand over hers.

"Is Brad going to be there?" she said, taking a gentle hold of my hand which 
meant that she forgave me.

"Yeah.  He asked Michelle Guilford to go about a month ago, and she's been 
talking about it ever since.  You know, it's strange how...  how people can 
change so much and yet everyone just accepts its like it was nothing."

"What are talking about?"

"Brad... Last year, he was so full of himself that he turned the girls off with 
his attitude.  But now they're chasing him, and he isn't really interested in 
them that much.  He like doesn’t have any eyes except for his sister it seems."

"Yeah...  He's a dream boat..." she said with that far away look. 

There was a silence between us as her statement tried to stir something from 
within my gut, then she suddenly blinked and said, "But you know?  My ship has 
already came in, and I wouldn’t trade it for three Brads."

She was staring straight ahead grinning at that point, so I pulled my hand from 
hers and sent it around her back while I stuck my nose into the side of her face 
and said, "You little stinker.  You knew I was a little jealous of Brad."

"Yeah...  And I love it."

After attempting to snuggle and failing in fear of messing up her dress or 
crushing her flower, we just sat there talking about who would probably be at 
the dance with who while holding hands like before.

We got there a quarter after seven, and I saw the other two limos already parked 
out in the open away from the rest of the cars.

"Well, looks like Brad, Joey, and Suzi both made it before us," I mentioned.  
"Jennifer, would it be okay if I asked Suzi to dance just one song?  She's my 
friend, and...  Well, I'd just like to have one last valentines dance with her."

I could see she was really fighting her own jealousy, but after having played 
that trick on me about Brad, she said, "Okay...  But NO kissing."

"Not even on the cheek?  Like this?" I said, giving her a soft very gentle kiss 
on her right cheek.

"Depends.." she said with less force.

"Oh?  On what?" I said, giving her another on her left one.

"Depends on how well you kiss me afterwards."

"I promise the kiss.. <smooch> I give you... <smooch>  will be ten times better 
than the one I give her... <smooch> <smooch> <smackle>.

"Mmmhh...  Tim...  We should go in..." she said as I continued to kiss her neck.

I kissed my way carefully up to her lips and gave her one to go on.  Actually, 
it was more like one for me to go on, for I was pretty horny, and the makeup she 
had on wasn't helping that at all.

Once we were inside, Jennifer started getting nervous about going out on the 
dance floor for the first time, but I had come prepared for that and simply 
said, "Excuse me madam.  I'm afraid I must change into my dancing attire."

"Your what?" she said while I removed my top coat, revealing the vest which had 
the exact heart pattern as her dress, but was red with white hearts instead.
 
Following the coat was my pants.  Yes, my pants.  Of course underneath them I 
had on another pair, but unlike the boring black ones I had just taken off, 
these were white, glittering white in fact.  And as soon as I was standing up 
straight again, I tapped my heels together and my back shoes turned white.

"How did they do that?" she asked, bending over to get a closer look.

"I don't know...  My dad has a bunch of collars made out of the same stuff, so I 
asked him where he got them and had them make me a pair of shoes.  I can make 
them go back to black too, but I have to wait a few hours before I do."

"The shoes were neat, but why didn't you just wear the white pants in?"

I grinned and said, "If I had, I wouldn't have had to change the color of my 
shoes.  Besides.  I didn't want to get them dirty before we got here."

"Ohhhh..  I think you just wanted to show off," she said grinning herself and 
looking in my eyes.

"Well, think what you like," I said, closing the space between us and letting 
that familiar feeling form as we continued to gaze into each other's eyes.

We stood there like that for several minutes, our surroundings fading away as we 
shared in each other's happiness, excitement, and most of all... love.

Neither of us realized we had moved our hands and arms around the other, and as 
the gentle beat of a nice slow song filtered into our awareness, all she had to 
do was lay her head against my chest before we started to move with the music 
and our love.

I sensed quite a few people were actively taking notice of us, including Joey 
and Suzi who were also on the dance floor, but I ignored them all, not wanting 
to spoil our first real dance together.

We both were disappointed when the song ended and the next one was a fast dance, 
but once we exchanged a few happy expressions, we separated our bodies and began 
to move with the beat.  I was happy to see Jennifer's nervousness hadn't 
returned even while she struggled to get into the groove of the swinging song.

They had a lot of rock and roll songs at that dance, and I guess that was good 
since most of the people there would have been really bored if they had been the 
slow kind.  And even though we both enjoyed them immensely, we savored the slow 
dances when they came, and several times I was tempted to override the DJ's 
request list and have him play a few slow ones in a row.

We stayed on the dance floor until around nine o'clock when our thirst finally 
made us grab some refreshments.  A couple of Jennifer's girlfriends came up to 
us while we were getting our drinks, and after a few minutes of chatter, 
Jennifer reluctantly left me to go with them to the girls room.

"I hate to say it, but you two do make a nice couple."

"Thanks, Suz," I said, turning and finding her and Joey both looking at me with 
this happy/sad love in their eyes.  It took me a moment to sort out what it 
meant, then gave her a long overdue dose of that familiar feeling.

"Oh Timmy," she said, giving me a hug when I ended the partial empathic 
connection.

"What?" Joey said before I caught his eyes with mine and did the same with him.

It was a special moment for us I suppose. They had such a strange mixture of 
emotions, both the happiness at seeing how happy and tender I was with Jennifer, 
and the sadness that they hadn't been the one or ones to provide it for me when 
I apparently had been needing it all along.  But I let them both know that I 
would always care for them deeply and I had no regrets on how things had turned 
out.  While it didn't make their mixed feelings disappear, it did lessen the 
less desirable ones quite a bit.

I had just closed the connection with Joey and was reading myself to receive the 
hug he was about to give me when I sensed Jennifer's eyes upon me while I still 
had Suzi in my arms.  There was a moment of panic, but then Joey's muscular arms 
wrapped themselves around me and I guess Suzi decided it was time for her to 
bail for she wiggled out from underneath and let Joey have his own time.

I was pretty disturbed while I echoed Joey's hug on him, and at first I thought 
it was over the concern of what Jennifer's reaction would be. But as she lost 
the tension she had felt seeing me hugging Suzi like I was Joey, I realized my 
discomfort didn't have anything to do with Jennifer.  It was from Joey... 
touching me.

I played it cool, though.  I finished the hug, then put on the emotional mask of 
being as happy as I could be as Joey and Suzi recomposed themselves and sent a 
supportive arm around each other's backs.

Without even having seen her walk up, I sent my own arm around Jennifer's back, 
and she did the same a moment later after I looked at her with love filled eyes.  
All my discomfort vanished from simply making physical contact with Jennifer, 
and I think we would have had another one of those magical kissing moments if it 
hadn't been for her swatting her hand in front of her face like she was shooing 
a fly.

"Like I said to Tim a minute ago," Suzi said at that point, "You two do make a 
nice couple.  And who did your hair, Jen?  It's gorgeous."

"Lee, my sister, took me to this hairdresser way up north.  And it's Jennifer.  
I don't really like Jen or Jenny too much.  It always sounds...  simple to me."

"I'm sorry..  Jennifer.." Suzi said hesitantly.

"That's okay.  I'm used to it.  I should have said something before now, but I 
didn't..." she said, stopping to swat at something in front of her again, but 
this time crossing her eyes a little to try and see what it was.

"What's the matter, Jennifer?" I said as she started swatting even harder.

"I can't..  There's...  Oh Tim!  Help!" she cried as she brought her other hand 
up and started madly swatting around her head like a swarm of bees were 
attacking her.

"Jennifer!  Stop!  There's nothing there!" I cried, taking hold of her arms 
while feeling her lose herself to her panic.  

I tried to catch her eyes with mine to calm her, but it was when she looked up 
at me that she became absolutely terrified and broke away from me, stumbling 
backwards until she fell on her butt, then buried her head in her arms when we 
rushed to her side.

She was sobbing and shaking so hard I couldn't get her to look in my eyes, so in 
desperation I did the only thing I could think of.  I slapped her.

Her eyes locked on mine from the shock, but when I immediately turned up the 
empathic juice, she embraced my gaze with her heart and soul.

It only took me a minute to sober her up, and once I felt she was calm enough, I 
closed the empathic connection and waited for her to gain her senses again.

"What happened?" Joey asked before Suzi or I could.

"I don't know..." she said, looking me in the face.  "There was these.. these.. 
things flying around my head...  And yours..." she said with an expression of 
desperation for me to believe her.

"Shit, Tim... If I didn't know better, that sounds a lot like..."

"It is, Joey..  It is.."

"Shit."

"What?" Suzi asked urgently.

"Jennifer, those things you saw?  You weren't seeing them with your eyes."

"You mean..." she said in a tiny voice.

"Will someone tell me what everyone knows that I don't?" Suzi exclaimed.

I looked at Suzi and said, "She's telepathic, Suz.  She was seeing the symbols."

"Shit," Suzi said.

"Wait.  I thought she was immune to telepathy..." Joey said with a frown.

"Those things...  Are they going to come back?" Jennifer said worriedly. 

"I'm afraid so, honey.  But there's nothing to be afraid of.  You remember those 
drawings?"

"Yes?"

"That's what you were seeing flying around your head and mine."

"Do see them?"

"Yes...  I see them around your mind, mine, Joey's, Suzi's, every person alive, 
even animals...  And they are very beautiful, Jennifer... Those drawings don’t 
do them justice."

"Those drawings..." she said with a distant look.  "Ever since I saw them, I've 
had dreams about them, and sometimes I can't stop thinking about them.  
Especially that one that hurt me.."

"Tim.." Joey said with an urgent tone, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

I opened a thought channel with him and Suzi, then spent a few minutes 
explaining the events concerning Jennifer's telepathy.

"You're talking them, aren't you?  With your mind?" Jennifer interrupted.

"Yeah..  I'm sorry, I guess there really isn't any reason to do that though.  I 
was just telling them how we found out you had the telepathic potential, that's 
all."

"That's okay," she said.  "I trust you.  I was just... wondering, that's all."

"I take it you're not seeing them anymore?" Joey asked.

"No, everything is just like it is usually...  except..."

"Except what, sweetie?" I asked softly.

"I don't know, exactly.  Just a feeling...  Like, I can feel you."

"Just me?"

"No..  Everyone.  Like there's someone coming towards us right now."

"Shit, Tim.  It just kind of sank in.  If she's really has voice yet it doesn’t 
affect her..."

"I know, Joey.  It disturbs me too."

"Disturbs?  Fuck, is scares the shit out of me.  No offense, Jennifer.  I mean, 
unless Tim dies again and leaves you to figure it all out yourself, I'm not 
really worried about you taking over the world."

"Then what exactly are you afraid of?" I asked.

"Shit, Tim.  Hasn't it occurred to you that she isn't the only one like this?"

"No, I hadn't considered that possibility."

"What are you saying?" Jennifer asked.  "Are we in danger?"

"No, honey...  Nothing like that," I said while sending Joey and Suzi the 
thought that I didn't want to worry her with these kind of things.  Or at least 
not until she was ready to handle them anyway.

"Shit, it's almost nine thirty already.." Joey announced to distract her.

"Hey, what's going on, man?" Brad said as he walked up with Michelle who was 
wearing a stunning yet revealing red dress.  "You guys having a party down 
there?  If you are, why wasn't I invited?"

"Tim?" Jennifer called before I could answer Brad.

"Yes sweetie?"

She indicated for me to come closer so the others wouldn't overhear, and once I 
did, she said, "Do you still want to have a dance with Suzi?"

"I guess so...  I haven't thought about it since we got here..."

"Then talk Brad into dancing just one dance with me, okay?  For me?"

I looked in her eyes and said, "Anything you wish, it's my command."

Joey and Suzi were covering for us by telling them that Jennifer had slipped on 
an ice cube.  I helped Jennifer up, then let a smile escape when she kicked an 
ice cube away from her in fake anger.  She caught my smile, and we almost got 
lost in another smiling moment, but I had enough sense to turn away before it 
could happen.

"Hey, Jennifer had an idea.  How about we all trade dancing partners for one 
song?"

"What, all six of us?" Brad asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay," Michelle said excitedly and looking at me, "I'll dance with you 
anytime."

"Uhm, well, I mean.." I said while Jennifer and Suzi exchanged glances.

"Well Brad, I guess that means you're stuck with Suzi while I get to dance with 
this pretty red head here.." Joey joked.

"Stuck with me, huh?" Suzi said with that tone of voice that meant she would be 
out for revenge.  "Just wait until Brad and I are dancing circles around you..."

"Hey that's okay, man.  That just means I get to show Jennifer how much better a 
dancer I am compared to you.  We are going to switch again, aren't we?"

"Yeah..." I said, surprised to find Brad suddenly interested in Jennifer.

"Okay, that's cool.  We better get movin'  There aren't gonna be many more 
dances before the lovers dance at the end."

Jennifer was glancing between me and Brad after he said that, and all I could do 
was shrug before being dragged to the dance floor by Michelle.

"You know, I can't believe I'm dancing with you.." Michelle said as we caught 
the last third of "The Heat is On."

"Why's that?"

"What.  Don't you know?"

"I guess not."

"Next to Brad, you're the hottest stud in our school."

"What?" I said with a insincere laugh.  "Why?"

"Jesus, Tim.  You really don't know, do you?"

"No..  No I don't," I said as the song ended and we paused for the next one.

When the song came up to be a slow one, several issues of concern were 
immediately flagged for my attention.  I quickly took care of the most important 
one which was making sure the next one was also a slow one which it wasn't going 
to be originally, then checked to see if Jennifer was okay with slow dancing 
with Joey while finding myself a little unsettled about it myself.

I wasn't all that pleased to find Joey having charmed her enough that she 
overcame her initial nervousness and was relaxing in Joey's powerful yet gentle 
grasp.

The last issue I had to deal with was of course Michelle, and her delight at 
getting the opportunity to get close and personal with me.

I had a hell of a time keeping my cock from responding to her teasingly grinding 
her crotch into mine, but then relaxed myself when I found she actually didn't 
have any serious intentions to arouse me too much, and lowered my defenses 
somewhat.

"So, are you going to tell me what the big secret is?" I said while we reached 
that equilibrium point where we were dancing in sync very naturally.

"Oh yeah... Sorry.." she said softly while diverting her eyes downward from 
suddenly feeling a little shy.

"Well, when I was little," she began a few moment's later, "my dad read me 
stories about princesses and knights in shining armor, Cinderella and her 
prince...  You know... those romantic fairy tales that little girls eat up."

"Yeah...  Go on."

"Well, before you started filling Jennifer's locker up with flowers and candy, 
she was this nobody, just another freshman that...  No offense, but she was like 
this ugly duckling.  I couldn't believe she was the one everyone was talking 
about when someone pointed her out to me.  I mean, she doesn't even have breasts 
yet..."

"She does too, but stick to the subject, okay?"

"Sorry, but...  Well, it's just sooo romantic how you, Timothy Brandton, the 
local rich kid who was too hot to even consider asking out after being kidnapped 
twice..  You're famous, Tim.  Almost like a movie star or something.  Did you 
know that they canceled fifth and sixth periods on the day of your funeral?"

"No.." I said, truly flabbergasted.

"You're funeral was huge..  Anyway, here you were, the most well known person in 
town, going all out to get this Cinderella person to go out with you...  I think 
any girl in our school would say the same thing.  You were like Prince 
Charming...  Or her knight in shining armor... <sniff> sorry..  I can't help 
it."

"Wow...  I knew people were interested in what I was doing, but..."

"Well, now you know...  And I take back what I said about you being the second 
hottest guy at school.  You're the hottest...  I'd love to be in Jennifer's 
shoes..."

"Thanks, Michelle," I said, giving her a warm and heartfelt hug as the song 
started to wind down.  "Don't worry, though.  I'm sure your own knight in 
shining armor will find you and take you to his castle to make you his queen.  
Besides...  Out of all the girls, Brad picked you because you were the sexiest 
AND fun loving girl he knew.  Don't forget that, okay?"

"Yeah," she said, getting up on her tip toes, trying to see something.  "Now, I 
wonder where that beef cake Joey is.  I don't want to miss my chance to dance 
with the third hottest guy in school."

"Thanks.  I think," Joey said three feet to the left of her.  "Third?  I have 
more muscle than Mr. Donnelley does, (he runs the weight room) and I'm third?  
Who the fuck is number one?"

"Eww..." Michelle cooed as felt Joey's solid arm.  "Lets just wait until after 
our dance, big boy... You might just make number one yet."

I caught Joey's comic look, and for a moment I really missed not having more 
chances of having them with him.  But the next song was already going, so I 
quickly sought Suzi out and didn't hesitate to return her smile when she saw me.

"So how was Michelle?  I don't see any hickey marks.."

"Actually, I really enjoyed dancing with her.  She's not really the..  uhm.."

"Slut?" Suzi said with a grin.

"Heh..  Yeah, I guess...  Suzi?  Are you hurt I never... you know...  romanced 
you like I have Jennifer?"

"No, not really.  I guess I can't help but feel a little envious of her, but... 
Well, it WAS my idea, you know.  So in a way that makes me feel good to know I 
played an important part in getting you two together.  I'm really happy for you, 
Timmy.  I just sometimes... miss having you for myself as well."

"I'll tell you a little secret," I said softly after a brief silence.

"What is it?"

I stopped dancing a moment and pulled away from her enough that I could look at 
her in the eyes without them going crossed.

"I love you, Suzi.  I just realized why I wanted to dance with you tonight so 
badly.  It was to tell you that.  But you understand that Jennifer..."

"Shhh.." she said, putting her finger over my lips.  "I may not be telepathic, 
empathic, or omnipotent, but I know exactly how you feel and you don't have to 
explain a thing.  I'm really happy to finally hear you say it, though.  So very 
happy," she ended in a sigh while giving me a hug which I immediately gave back 
to her.

The next thing we knew, Joey was standing beside us clearing his throat 
impatiently while the crowd around us was hoping around us to the fast paced 
beat they were playing.

"Sorry," I said, grinning at my old friend.

"Hmmm...  That's okay.  I'm not worried about losing my girlfriend to the number 
two man around.."

"You know, I'm really going to have to take care of that bloated ego of yours," 
Suzi said trying to sound stern while walking up to him with a grin.

"Sorry, baby, but..  You like the big muscles?  Well they come with the big 
ego," Joey said lifting her up effortlessly to bring her lips level to his for a 
kiss.

"There you are," Jennifer said, hooking my arm with hers.

I immediately turned towards her and looked her in the eyes, finding the same 
thing I knew my eyes were showing.  Happy confident love for each other.

After exchanging a kiss of our own, we went back to dancing, but we only did the 
bare minimum until they announced the lovers dance was next.

We just moved into each others arms without saying a word, and we were already 
dancing to our own internal music with our eyes closed before they even started 
the real song.

Even with my eyes closed, I could clearly see all the people around me, or at 
least the symbols flying around in and about their minds.  But as we danced, 
even this faded away as I concentrated on the feelings we were having right 
then.  We didn't even really listen to the music playing over the speakers, but 
instead moved to our internal beat, something which was far more... beautiful 
and natural to dance to than the instrumental and vocals the DJ played.

It was while we were so deep into our shared trance of love that I softly sighed 
to myself and thought, "I wish this song would never end."

"Me too," Jennifer sighed out loud.

It took nearly two minutes before it hit me, but when it did, I pulled away from 
her a little and said, "What did you say?"

"What? When?"

"Just a few minutes ago."

"Oh...  I said me too... Why?"

"Why did you say that," I said carefully.

"What do you mean why?  You said you wished the song would never end, so I said 
me too," she said a little crabby.

"Jennifer...  I didn't say it out loud."

"Yes you did.  I heard you say it."

"You heard me think it."

"What?  No...  You must have said it.  I mean.." she said perplexed.

"Jennifer, can you hear me now?" I thought to her.

"Oh my Gosh..." she said, her eyes getting wide.  

"Oh don't want this..." she said a moment later with a pained expression.

"Relax, honey...  This is a long way from being able to change people's minds."

"But I don't want to hear other people thinking...  Oh Tim..." she whined.  "I'm 
hearing other people too now..."

I had a flash back of my first time, and I instantly saw I needed to get her 
away from there, and fast.

"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand and blanketing the crowd between us and the 
door to make a path.  "You don't want to be in this crowd if you're telepathy is 
really switching on."

"But..." she said somewhat in awe of the way everyone just moved at the same 
instant out of our way without anyone losing their rhythm in their slow dance.

"Joey! Suzi!  She's starting to... to.. break out!" I yelled when I spotted 
them.

"What?" Joey said a little incoherently as he raised his head away from Suzi's 
neck.

"She's breaking out!" I repeated over my shoulder as we reached the exit.  "Get 
our coats and meet us at the limos, please?"

I heard Joey's "Shit!" just before the door closed behind us, so I knew he had 
heard that time.

"Tim..." Jennifer whined desperately while pulling her hand from mine and 
covered her ears.  "It's so LOUD!"

"I know, baby.. Shit..  Getting you away from everyone isn't going to help.  
Fuck.  Well, we can't stay out here... Do you think you can make it to the 
limo?"

"I'll try.." she said, squinting her eyes involuntarily from the pain she was 
fighting.

We were almost there when she cried out to me, and I barely caught her before 
she hit the black top.  I took her in my arms and carried her the rest of the 
way, then saw Joey followed almost immediately by Suzi fly out the door heading 
our way just before the chauffeur closed the door.

"Make it stop, please?" she sobbed.

"Jennifer, listen to me...  You have to make it stop.  I can't do it for you. 
Try imagining..."

"I can't... Please???  Make it stop??"

"Jennifer!" I said with such intensity that she opened her eyes and focused on 
my face for a moment.

"Imagine a glass wall all around you that you can turn black just by willing it.  
By turning it black, you block the thoughts of the others out.  Do you 
understand?"

She closed her eyes while nodding vigorously, then frowned in concentration and 
stifled her sobs to a degree.

"Is she okay?" Joey blurted out as he opened the door.

"Shhh" I said, holding my hand up to silence him.

Joey carefully climbed in, leaving the door slightly open since we could hear 
Suzi's hurried clopping of her heals approaching.

"Its not working.." Jennifer finally said desperately just as Suzi popped in and 
shut the door.

"Shit.  Any ideas guys?  When I first felt the minds of everyone around me, I 
ended up having to imagine a blind between me and everyone else to block them 
out.  She needs someway of..."

"Oh, that's better," Jennifer sighed, visibly relaxing.

"What did you do?" Joey asked as Suzi went pressed the button to transform the 
seat Jennifer and I were on into a bed.

"I..  I didn't know this could do that!" she said as the seat we were on moved 
out into the middle of the cabin.

"Tim, isn't there a refrigerator in this limo?" Suzi asked.

"Yeah.  It's under Joey's seat."

"Well that's kind of dumb," Joey commented as he opened the door between his 
legs.  "What do you want, Suz?"

"Actually, I was just looking in case Jennifer wanted something to drink," she 
said while pulling out a hand towel from a different compartment. 

Suzi handed the towel to Jennifer as I asked, "What did you do, Jennifer?"

"Oh..  Well I just used your blind trick.  Can I just leave it like this?"

"You mean you don’t..." Joey began before catching himself.

"No..  I really don't want these... powers," she said, stretching out on the bed 
which I immediately followed suit.  "Joey, is there a water in there?"

"Uhm, I think so," he said, bending over to reopen the door and look.

"I bet I look awful," Jennifer said with a humorous sniff while wiping her face 
with the towel.

"Actually, it isn't that bad," I admitted while I snuggled up to her back.

"Here ya go," Joey said, holding the spring water out to her.  "Tim?  Suz?  Want 
anything?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Suzi said.  "Jennifer, if you're going to keep that flower, 
it might be a good idea to take it off and put it in the fridge for now."

"Oh yes... Thank you.." Jennifer said as she examined it as best she could while 
it was still on her chest.

I held her water for her as she took care of it, and once it was safely in the 
fridge, Suzi and Joey decided it was time to get going and left to get in their 
limo parked next to us.

"Tim?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why is this happening to me?"

"I don't know, sweetie.  I don't know why it happens to anyone."

She sighed, then said, "It all started with those stupid drawings of yours.  
Ever since I saw them, I haven't been able to stop thinking of them.  Especially 
the pain one.  And stretch, and lift for some reason."

I pulled her onto her back so I could look at her face, then said urgently, 
"What are talking about, honey?  I never mentioned what any of the symbols 
meant."

"You didn't?  Oh..  I guess you didn't...  I don't know...  It doesn't matter," 
she said as she yawned.  "Can we just go home?  I tired."

I opened my mouth to attempt to convince her of the importance of her assigning 
names to the symbols like that, but I saw in her eyes that the subject was 
scaring her, and while she was pretty tired, she wanted to go home mostly 
because she didn't want to "discover" anything else about these abilities that 
night.

So I just mentally instructed the chauffeur we were ready to leave, then waited 
for her to finish taking another couple of swallows before kissing her on the 
lips testingly.

After having a wonderfully satisfy round of deep French kissing, I was laying on 
top of her sucking on her neck when she said, "I love you, Tim.  I just don't 
know what I would do without you.  Especially now."

I looked up and smiled at her, then said softly, "You would have been fine, 
Jennifer.  You would have been fine."

We were almost at her house, so I gently got off of her and we both sat up to 
straighten our clothes out.

"Oh..  So how was your dance with Brad?" I asked when it occurred to me.

"Oh, it was nice, but...  Brad was very sweet and he danced very nice, but he 
just isn't.. you."

"That's sweet, sweetie, but you don't have to say it just so I don't.."

"No, really," she said turning to face me.  "Okay, I admit that I've always had 
a thing for him, and I was really excited to finally get to... feel him hold me.  
But while I was dancing with him, I just couldn't relax.

"Ohhh!" she whined.

"What?!"

"I bet it was my stupid telepathy again!  I kept feeling he wanted to take me 
somewhere private and... you know..."

"Have sex with you?  Yeah.  I'm sure that's what he would have loved to do given 
the chance.  But Jennifer...  If your telepathy really did pick that up, and I'm 
not really convinced that's what it was, you should now know that I have the 
same impulses as he does.  I'd have sex with you in a second if you wanted it."

"I know.." she admitted.  "But the difference is, I trust you to wait.  I can't 
trust Brad.  He's...  Like I said, he's not you."

"Thanks, babe," I said, giving her a warm hug before we got out.

As we walked up to her house hand in hand, she said, "Tim, don't mention 
anything to my dad or to Lee about..  You know.."

"Huh?  Okay... I think your dad should know about it at least, but it's your 
decision I guess."

"I'll tell him if anything else happens, but I don't want to worry him if I 
don't have to.  Thank you for...  Everything, Tim," she said when we reached the 
porch and we stopped for our goodbye kiss.

"You're welcome, my love," I said as I bent down for our kiss.

At the last second she avoided my lips, and then she sighed miserably and said, 
"Lee and Dad are watching us, aren't they."

I grinned, then said, "You just can't help yourself, can you.  Come on.  I'm not 
leaving without my kiss.  Let them watch.  It's nothing they haven't done 
themselves, and they're expecting it."

"Okay..  But just a simple kiss, okay?"

I didn't answer, just looked in her eyes, let the connection form, then we both 
moved into the kiss that topped them all that night, and ended up making Lee and 
her father feel a bit lovesick when we stood there kissing without any sexual 
overtones for a very long time.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 3 - Woman's Right to Change Her Mind
(no sex)

I had promised my mom I would spend that Sunday with her and Richie, and despite 
the fact that I wanted to spend every minute of it with Jennifer, I did actually 
enjoy some parts of the day.

Richie was christened that morning for one thing, and I was made his Godfather 
which meant I held him while they made his fussy mood worse by sprinkling the 
holy water on him and making him outright cry.

Oh, I shouldn't really complain though.  I was happy to do it, especially since 
I didn't have a Godfather or Godmother,  At the time I was christened, it was 
only my mom and I.

My dad didn't attend because... heh...  I guess you could say because of 
religious reasons.  He didn't believe in God, Jesus, the church, or any of it, 
so while he didn't necessarily object to the christening, he didn't want 
anything to do with it either.

After the ceremony, I got to enjoy my mother's breast milk for what I thought 
would be the last time, for Richie was seven months old and it was time to wean 
him.  My dad was actually more upset about that than the christening, and I 
guess I could see his point for the only reason mom gave was the baby book said 
it was time.  But this was my mom's decision and I knew better than to 
interfere. It was her body, and I know she wanted start getting it back to 
normal again.

Around three in the afternoon, however, my plans for the day were diverted when 
Jennifer called.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw them again.  Flying around my head."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes.."

"What did you do?  Did your dad or Lee see you?"

"No, Lee isn't here, and when I felt it starting, I just went to my room.  I was 
a little scared, but I didn't freak like last night.  Tim?  Am I going to keep 
having these?"

"I don't know, honey.  Maybe they'll go away, or maybe you'll have one big one 
and then you'll see them all the time like me.  But it's nothing to be afraid of 
though.  You can get used to them pretty quick and if you want you can just kind 
of tune them out of your awareness again.  It's just like how you don't really 
listen to the birds when you go outside, you know?  You know they are there, but 
they don't distract you from other things."

She sighed, then said, "Tell me about them?  I mean, why do we have them flying 
around our heads?"

"I don't know why, I just know that they...  Well, they don't just fly around 
our heads, but in our heads, through our bodies, and even pass through the space 
between two people.  When you move a finger, your hand, even beat your heart, 
there's a symbol which breaks off from the streams of symbols in your mind and 
travels down to the thing you're controlling."

"So the symbols..  They're just... part of our nervous system?  But you said 
they also can go from one person to another.."

"Yeah, they do.  You see, that's where telepathy comes in.  Normally the symbols 
can only travel through our nerves, but telepaths are able to break them away 
from our nervous system and insert them into the nervous system of another 
person.  I think telepathy really has two different parts to it.  You like have 
a telepathic eye and a telepathic, uhm, mouth.  You use your eye to locate and 
read a person's feelings and thoughts, and you use the mouth to transmit the 
symbols that... For example, it allows you to make them call up memories and 
stuff that you couldn't access unless they happened to think of them on their 
own.  Does all that make sense?"

"I think so...  So all telepaths can see them and use them?"

"You mean the symbols?"

"Yeah."

"Jennifer, other than you and me, I only know of one other person who can see 
the symbols, and her name is Young Lee.  Uhm, well that's not really her name, 
but I forget her real name at the moment."

"Now I don't understand.  I thought you said telepaths use these symbols to make 
people do what they want."

"They do..  They just don't see the symbols, that's all.  I didn't even see them 
myself until about a year ago.  Or at least I didn't see them like I do now. 
Joey and I had to feel them out to draw them.  We never actually saw them back 
then."

"I still don't understand.  If others don't see them, then how do they use 
them?"

"Think of it this way.  We have been using them in our own bodies all our lives 
without knowing it.  We don't have to see them to use them, or even know 
anything about them."

"Oh..  You mean it's just like...  Like not knowing how a muscle or our stomach 
works yet still being able to move and digest food.  <sigh>  So how come we can 
and the others can't?"

"Hmm..  Good question.  Maybe we like have like a telepathic ear or something 
that we can hear the symbols all around us..  Er.. something like that."

"Okay...  I guess that makes sense.  Tim?  I can't stop thinking about those 
drawings.  Half of me wants to never see them again, but the other half..."

"Well, that'll be up to you, honey.  I don't know this for sure, but...  Well 
like you said.  It all seemed to start after you looked at the drawings we made.  
Looking at more of them might just..  You know.  Make you breakout completely."

"Breakout?"

"Yeah.  That's when a person's telepathic abilities start working and they have 
to figure out how to control them.  Luckily, I had my mom to help me, and I 
think it's during that time that determines a lot about how a telepath will turn 
out.  Uhm, I don't want to scare you or anything, but a lot of telepaths go 
crazy after a while.  Especially if they are just left to themselves without 
anyone else limiting their use of their abilities.  But I won't let that happen 
to you."

"I know...  Oh, I REALLY don't want them now.  I don't want to see those drawing 
any more."

"Okay, baby...  I miss you.."

"I miss you too.  I wish we could just go to the mall or something together."

"Yeah, but since my mom moved out, I don't get to see her that much any more, 
and I promised her..."

"Well, why don't you see if she'd like to go to the mall too?"

"Hey, now that's a good idea.  Yeah.  Okay.  Just a sec, and I'll ask her...  
Yeah, she'd like that.  She says she'd like to buy you something that she saw 
last week and though you'd like and look good in.  Uhm, and she says..."

"She's telling you all this?  Or..."

"She's thinking it to me.  She says your sister and dad could come too 'cause 
she'd like to meet them."

"Should I ask my dad?"

"Well, yeah.."

"Okay..  But I don't think Lee will be back until tonight," she said before 
putting down the phone.

"Hello, Tim?" Mr. Corrigan's voice said a couple minutes later.

"Yeah, Mr. C?"

"Tell your mom we'll be taking you all out for dinner after the mall.  Sound 
good to you?"

"Uhm, yeah.  Sure.  Sounds great?  So, do you want to meet us there?  Or we 
could come by in a limo..."

"Hmm...  Shhh," he said to Jennifer. "He want's to know if we want to go in a 
limousine."

"YES we do!" she cried.

"Did you hear that?" he asked me.

"Yeah.  So did your neighbors I think.  Heh.  We'll pick you guys up around 
four, okay?"

"Okay.  It will probably be just Jennifer and I."

"Yeah, I know."

"Okay...  Well, here's Jennifer again," he announced, then a moment later in the 
background I heard him say, "Ouch!  Careful, honey...  Next time wait until I 
leg go of the phone before you grab it away."

"Sorry daddy...  Tim?  You still there?"

"Nope.  I hung up."

"Ha ha..  Well, I can't wait for you to get here."

"Me neither.  I love you."

"I love you too.  Bye.."

"Bye."

Not even ten minutes went by before she called back and asked, "Would it be okay 
if Sandi and Brad came with us?  Sandi called me up a few minutes ago, and their 
mom and dad had to go to a wedding and were bored."

"I guess.  I mean, as long as your dad's okay with it."

"Brad says he'll pay for theirs, and my dad said he didn't care.  If you don't 
want them to go..."

"No.. That's cool.  Brad is my friend, you know.  I don't have any problems with 
it.  I trust you."

"I trust you too," she said softly.  "I'll see you in a little while, k?"

"Uhm, wait.  Is Brad and Sandi going to meet us?  Or are we picking them up?"

"They're already here, but they said they can go in their car if there isnt' 
enough room.."

"Already there?  I thought you said Sandi called?"

"Oh, uhm..  Well?  I didn't want you to get upset if you knew they had come over 
on their own...  I'm sorry."

"That's okay, but don't do that, okay?  I'm not really the jealous type, and I'd 
rather always be able to believe everything you say, you know?"

"Okay..  I'm sorry.  I won't lie to you again." she said miserably.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes?"

"I love you..."

She sighed, then said, "I love YOU."

"And I love you..  Uhm, look.  If I'm going to get out of here, I need to get 
off the phone, okay?"

"Okay...  But I love you anyway <click>."

I hung up with a smile on my face, then set the phone down and took a couple of 
careful sniffs while my smile changed to a frown.

"Shit, Richie," I said, holding him up off my lap to confirm he had soiled 
himself again.  "Why didn't you tell me you had to go before I put your clothes 
on!"

I turned him around to face me as I got up, then couldn't help but grin at the 
way his face lit up in a smile when he saw me.

"You know... If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were empathic.  You're not, 
are you?" I said in a giggly voice while shaking him gently to make him laugh 
with delight.

"Bbbbbba" he said in response.

"You can say that again, bro," I sighed as I set him down on the changing table 
and started undoing his snaps.

"Earrrraaa?" he cooed while I pulled his pants off.

"Yeah...  You like those bunnies, don't you?" I said when I found his attention 
being temporarily held by the stuffed bunnies on the shelves next to the table.

"Ggggbbbbblllllaaa," he said bubbly."

"Shit, Richie..  My shit doesn't smell this bad after I drink mom's milk..  
Pwew!"

"It did when you were his age," my mom said, walking in the nursery.  "Oh, 
honey..  I said the red pants, not the jeans.."

"Yeah, but mom!  We're going to the mall..  Nobody in their right mind goes to 
the mall in red corduroy pants.  That's like not cool."

"Okay then..  You get to change him in the restaurant.  The red pants slip right 
off and on.  I always have to fight him to get those..."

She stopped as Richie planted his feet on the mat and lifted his butt for me as 
I slid the new diaper underneath him, then once I had finished powdering him, I 
sealed his diaper and waited as he reached down with his little baby hands and 
started pulling his own pants up.

"That' a lot better this time, Richie.  Here, let me help you get them up over 
your diaper...  There.  I know, I know..  You can't get the zipper or snap.  
That's okay.. We'll work on that when you're fingers are stronger for that kind 
of thing."

"How did you get him to do all that?!" my mom exclaimed finally.

I looked over my shoulder at her with a smile as I picked up my baby brother, 
then turned and kissed his forehead and said, "Big brothers are supposed to 
teach little brothers things like that, right Richie?"

"Ahchheeheheh" he giggled while reaching out to my mom.

"Come 'ere my little precious," my mom said sweetly as she took him from my 
arms.  "Daddy has a nice big bowl of oatmeal and a jar of carrots ready for 
you."

"Ehemnahhwana.." he said from her shoulder, looking at me as they walked out.

"Yeah, after you eat, we can play again," I said, assuming that's what he had 
meant from the images I had read from his developing mind.

I went and got ready myself, taking a shower, and then out of pure curiosity, I 
ran back to the nursery and powered my butt like I had Richie's.

My dad was taking his shot at feeding Richie when I got to the dining room, and 
I watched his antics with great interest until Richie had had enough and 
promptly sent his bowl flying.

"Dang, Richie.." I said as my dad wiped the oatmeal off his left leg.  "You're 
supposed to spit it back out when you're full, not throw it across the room."

"He's too smart for that now," my dad said.  "He's learned that I just poke it 
back in his mouth if he spits it out.  So instead he cuts of the supply at it's 
source.  Don't you, my little bright boy?"

"Oh, honey," my mom exclaimed as she walked in.  "Did your daddy try to overfeed 
you again?"

"Well we wouldn't have to feed him this slop at all if his mother would let him 
get all the good stuff like he wants."

"Now don't start that again," my mom warned sternly.  "Tim, I take it you're 
ready?"

"Yeah, but I don't think Richie is," I said, taking the cloth and cleaning up 
his mouth.  "Awe man?  He has oatmeal on his jeans and everything!"

"Welcome to the life of a parent, Timothy," my dad chuckled.

By the time we got him cleaned up enough to leave, it was already ten till four, 
so I called Jennifer's house from the limo to tell them we would be a little 
late.

"Lee's gonna come too," Jennifer said after I told her the news.  "Is your dad 
coming?"

"Nah..  He's got to take care of... uhm... rewarding some of the staff for the 
week's work.  So how come Lee came home early?"

"She said she just felt like it.  She even sent Brian home without him coming 
in.  Oh.  By the way..  Brad's acting a little...  Strange."

"Strange?  How?  In what way?"

"Uhm.. you'll see when you get here.  Oh, hi Brad.  You want to talk to Tim?"

"Uhh..  Hello?  Tim?"

"Hi, Brad," I said, reaching out to his mind and locking on to it.  "You guys 
were bored, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty bored," he lied.  "Then Sandi asked if I could drop her off at 
Jennifer's and when I heard you guys were going out to eat..."

I stopped listening to his words while I examined what had really happened.  It 
was his idea to go over to Jennifer's, and that had been instead of them having 
sex like they usually did when their parents were gone.

"Helloooo..  Yo, Earth to Tim.  Wake up, man.."

"Sorry, Brad..  Uhm, my brother was about to slobber on my shirt..  Anyway, I'll 
see you in about fifteen minutes.  Later..  Bye."

I knew Jennifer would be upset that I hadn't talked to her before hanging up, 
but I needed to think and talk to my mom about Brad and the things I had found 
in his head.

When we got there, I played it cool for the time being, for I didn't want to say 
anything in front of everyone, nor did I want to spoil the evening with what I 
had discovered.

Brad spent the entire evening trying to get Jennifer's attention in one way or 
another, absolutely ignoring his sister which was so unlike him Sandi was 
getting pretty worried.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was loving every moment, yet didn't give him any 
recognition or satisfaction for anything he did.  She stuck very close to me, 
sometimes playing it up with me just to tease Brad.  Between this and Sandi's 
growing concern, I finally decided enough was enough and while we ate dinner, I 
undid the commands Jennifer unconsciously had given him.

I did it in such a way that it appeared that Brad had given up and simply 
decided he liked his sister better anyway, so other than Jennifer's 
disappointment, we finished the meal without any further problems.

We were just leaving the restaurant to head home when I caught Jennifer 
wondering about why Brad had stopped while the symbols jumped from her mind and 
into his.

I immediately sent the counter symbols, so Brad only had a moment of confusion 
before he went back to listening to Sandi and Lee talk about guys.

Two minutes later, I had to do it again, and almost immediately a third time.

I sighed as everyone but Jennifer, my mom, my brother, and of course myself 
sagged their heads forward asleep.

"Hey!  What's going on?"  Jennifer exclaimed as my mom probed Mr. Corrigan to 
determine what I had done.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  I had to do it.  It looks like you're breaking out 
whether you want to or not."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how strange Brad was acting?"

"Yeah?" she said meekly, feeling a little guilty for enjoying it like she had.

"Well, you sort of... uhm..."

"You mean I...  But I didn't!  I swear!"

"Honey," my mom said gently.  "We know you didn't do it on purpose.  Tim went 
through something very similar when he was...  what did you call it?"

"Breaking out, mom.  I read a book from the library about telepathy, and that's 
what they called it.  The book wasn't really very accurate, but it was 
interesting to read anyway."

"How do you know I did it?" Jennifer asked in a defensive tone.  "Maybe you did 
it without knowing it..."

"Even if you didn't do it the first time...  Jennifer, I put everyone to sleep 
after watching you alter Brad's mind to make him want you three times.  Do you 
understand?  I saw you do it."

"But... But I didn't...  I never wanted..." she said while covering her nose and 
mouth with her right hand in shock and grief.

"We know you didn't, dear," my mom said in a comforting tone.  "You haven't done 
him or anyone else any harm, and there is a simple way of preventing yourself 
from unknowingly using your abilities like this again."

"There is?  How?" she said near to tears.

My mom looked at me, so I sighed, took Jennifer's hands in mine, then looked 
deeply into her eyes with my empathic support on full and said, "By learning how 
to consciously control them.  That's the only way, Jennifer.  I'm sorry."

"No.." she whimpered.  "I don't want them... I don't want to hurt people, I 
don't want to make people different..."

"Then don't, baby.  Learning how to control your abilities doesn't make you a 
bad person.  It's how you use them and why that makes you good or bad.  Once you 
have control of them, you can choose never to use them.  Okay?  Think of it 
as... as learning how to swim."

"Swim?" 

"Yeah.  If you don't know how to swim, you might drown if you get plopped into a 
deep body of water.  Once you know how to swim, you don't have to go to the pool 
ever again, but most people think it's a lot of fun and go swimming whenever 
they can.  You know what I mean?"

"I guess..." she said sadly, but not anywhere near as upset as before.

"Tim mentioned to me you didn't want your sister to know about it, but you were 
going to tell your father?"

"Yes," Jennifer said, looking up at him.

"Do you want to do it now?" I asked gently.

"I don't know," she said unhappily.  "Can't you just teach me how to control it 
without me having to tell him?  All I want to do is keep myself from using them 
accidentally, and I'm not going to use them on purpose either, so it would be 
just as if I didn't have them at all."

"Jennifer, I think you better tell him because...  Well, what if he finds out 
later?  Don't you think it would be better if he knew at the beginning?"

"I guess your right.  But not Lee...  Oh Tim..  Check her, please?  I might have 
done something.. Oh and daddy..  Ohhhh..." she whined with a very unhappy 
expression.

"I'll do her father, " my mom said when I glanced over at her for help.

"'kay," I said as I entered Lee's sleeping mind and started feeling around.

"There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with your father," my mom announced.

"Tim?  What about Lee?"

"What?  Oh.. Uhm... Sorry.  Yeah, you had her come home and want to go out with 
us, and..."

"Ohhh!  What else?!" she exclaimed. 

"Well... Now I don't want you to get upset about this because I'm sure it's very 
innocent..."

"What?" Jennifer said, her eyes getting wide in preparation for the shock she 
was expecting.

"Uhm, well...  Like, have you ever wondered what your sister's body looks like 
close up?"

"Why?"

"Because for some reason you made her want to... show it to you."

"You mean...  without clothes... on?"

"Yeah," I said, commanding my woody to go down from the images Lee had of 
herself posing nude in front of a mirror.

She didn't answer, so I closed my connection with Lee's mind and refocused 
myself on Jennifer's.

"Jennifer, it isn't wrong for you to wonder about things like that.  She's your 
sister right?  So you know that there is a very good chance you'll look a lot 
like her when you get to be her age."

"I know...  And that is pretty much the reason I..."

I gave her a few moments to continue her sentence, then said, "Jennifer, you can 
tell me and my mom anything, you know that, don't you?"

After having carefully laid the sleeping Richie down in his car bed, my mom sat 
down beside Jennifer and said, "Whatever you have done or will do in the future, 
you can always talk to us about it without feeling bad about it.  Nothing you do 
or say could possibly make us think any less of you."

"Yeah, Jennifer.  We've been through what you're going through.  And you're not 
going to do anything as near as... uhm.. embarrassing as we have, so just let it 
out and get it off your chest, okay?"

She let out a deep breath that she had been holding in, then said, "Lee... 
She...  I guess I sometimes wish I could be like her..."

"You mean..." I said, feeling the desire within her rise a little more.

"I mean I wish I had a body like hers, and.. used it like she does.  But she 
isn't what I want to be, and it makes me feel really bad that I sometimes feel 
that way."

"Jennifer," my mom said in a tone of voice which meant she was going to talk a 
while.  "When I was your age, my mother used to tell me that boys only liked me 
for my looks and not for what I was inside.  I didn't believe her, and when I 
let a boy I had been seeing for a couple of months take my virginity, I spent 
several years trying to understand why I felt so guilty and upset about it.  My 
mother died when I was seventeen, and it wasn't until then that I figured it out 
and knew my mother had been right.  I had sex with most of the boys I went to 
high school with believing they were interested in me just as much as my body.

"Lee hasn't figured that out yet, but she will someday, on her own.  Yes, she is 
very attractive, and I'm sure she enjoys the sex she has very much, just like I 
did.  But, looking sexy on the outside, and having a lot of sex doesn't make you 
sexy on the inside.  And that's what really matters to a person.  That's the 
only way you can feel good about yourself and the sex you have.  So don't think 
Lee is happier than you are because she gets all the attention she wants from 
the boys and men around her.  She'd trade it all in to have just one chance at 
what you and Tim have now."

"Really?" Jennifer asked, looking at me for confirmation.

"Yeah...  Lee is sort of in awe of you.  The whole time we were eating, she kept 
kicking herself at how you were ignoring Brad's obvious attempts at impressing 
you while you kept me occupied.  She really thinks you're something else, 
Jennifer.  I think she'd do just about anything for you if you asked because 
she's pretty proud of you."

"Wow...  Really?"  Jennifer said, looking at Lee happily.

"Yep."

We gave her a few minutes to think things over, but when I realized we were 
practically at her house already, I said, "I'm gonna have to wake them up now, 
so I guess you'll just have to tell him on your own sometime."

"I'll tell them after everyone leaves," she said confidently.  "I promise."

"So you're going to tell Lee too?" I asked, surprised.

"I've never kept anything from her before, and I'm not going to start now.  
Thank you.." she said, hugging me.

"Thank you both," she said a moment later to my mom from over my shoulder.

"You're welcome, dear.  Just try and be happy with what you have and don't let 
yourself wish for things you can't get the normal way.  I think you'll be okay 
if you did that."

After waking everyone up without anyone realizing they had been asleep, we said 
our goodnights and thanked them for the dinner.  As soon as we were on our way 
home, my mom and I took off our clothes and stripped Richie while he cried for 
having been woken up by our goodbyes, then the three of us curled up together 
intending to snuggle for a while.

"Tim?  Do you think I'm being selfish in wanting to wean Richie?"

"Selfish?  No, mom..  You're not being selfish.  I mean, if the book says six or 
seven months, then there probably is a reason..."

"I know...  And I really would like to be able to not worry about them getting 
sore or...  Well, I'm just tired of all the inconveniences..."

"But?" I said, getting up on my elbow as she positioned the still squawking 
Richie at his favorite breast.

"But I know I'll never have another child, and..." she said, tearing up a 
little.

"What, mom?"

She smiled at me while blinking the tears out of her eyes.

"I actually like the feeling I get while my sons are nursing from me."

"Sons?"

"I know I'll miss the bond I feel with him while he's nursing, especially when 
he starts discovering there's more to life than spending it with his mother."

"Sons?" I repeated, not daring to move anywhere near her breast before I had her 
permission.

She smiled at me again and nodded, so after a kiss on the cheek, I slid down to 
get comfortable and joined my happy gurgling brother in nursing at our mother's 
teats.

"You know what the only problem with this is?" she said a few minutes later.

"Yeah," I said, pausing to swallow.  "This means dad gets his way after all.  
Stop kicking, Richie.  She my mother too!" I said before he got me in left cheek 
with his right heel.

"Mom!  Richie's not sharing!"

"Here we go.." my mom sighed, rolling her eyes up and shaking her head.  "I knew 
it was too good to be true."
---------------------------------

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 4 - My Student and Lover
(foreplay)

"Good morning," I said as Jennifer opened the door and got in.  "What's the plan 
for today?"

"You tell me," she said sweetly as she bent forward and gave me a kiss on the 
lips.  "You're the teacher, I'm just the student."

"So you're feeling better about it all?" I said, noticing Lee's smiling face 
from the window.

"I told them everything.  And I mean everything.  Things I haven't even told you 
about.. yet.  My dad was surprised and a little uncomfortable about some of 
the... you know, really private stuff?  But Lee...  She came in my room after we 
had gone to bed and we talked about...  girl stuff for hours.  She understood 
everything I was feeling and...  I guess I'm just happy to know I'm not any 
worse that anyone else is."

I pulled off the road so I could look at her without worrying about hitting 
something and said, "Uhm, Jennifer?  I confused.  I mean, I'm happy you told me 
all that, and I'm glad you're feeling good about your sexual self, but..."

"What does it have to do with my telepathy?" she said smiling, keeping herself 
looking straight ahead.

"Yeah, basically."

"Ever since I started Jr. High, I've watched my sister...  have sex with boys 
before mom came home from work.  I knew if mom ever found out about Lee, she'd 
kill her, but...  I was more afraid about mom finding out that I watched Lee 
doing it."

"You mean, you were afraid that your mom would find out you liked watching Lee 
doing it."

"Yes.  I.. I.. I used to.. touch myself...  whenever I watched them, but then 
mom caught her one day, and...  she almost caught me too.  I've never been so 
scared in my life, Tim.  I swore I'd never have another thought about it, or 
ever touch myself like that again.  I've been so good about it too.  And mom 
made it easier for me by spending more time with me.  I guess what I was afraid 
of the most with this telepathy stuff was...  not being able to resist making 
others do those things instead of doing it myself.  That's what Lee and I talked 
about last night.  I didn't tell her about watching her with her boyfriends, but 
I told her everything else."

"Are you still worried about corrupting her somehow?"

"No...  Now that I know she's much more... perverted than I am, I'm not going to 
worry about me making her worse than she is now."

"What about your dad?  How did he take it all?"

"He had me promise never to do anything to him or Lee with out their permission, 
but beyond that he said he trusted me, and you... that I wouldn't do anything 
without having a good reason and thinking it through.  I think he got that out 
of some parenting hand book because it sounded rehearsed or something."

"So everyone is cool with it?  Including you?"

She finally turns her head to face me and says with enthusiasm, "I think I want 
to do it now.  I mean, I think I'm going to like it once I understand it, and 
I'm not afraid of hurting anyone anymore.  I also know you've wanted me to do it 
from the start, and I'm starting to see why."

"Really?  You mean, once you get the hang of it, you won't just hang it up?"

"I've thought about it a lot last night.  Actually, I've been thinking about it 
for weeks now.  I think as long as never force people to something I'll be okay.  
If I ever do, then I'll know I've gone too far and I'll have to figure out some 
kind of punishment or something for myself to keep me from doing it again.  But 
I won't, I know I won't so I guess..  Yes.  I won't hang it up later.  Unless 
you think I should?"

"No way!  Oh Jennifer...  You know what this means?  I mean, you, me...  Oh 
baby... This is like the greatest present you could have ever given me!" I 
exclaimed as I grabbed her and hugged her really hard.

"I love you so much," she managed to say.

"I love you so much too," I said with tears in my eyes.

We sat there holding each other for several minutes, and the only thing that 
snapped us out of our embrace was a police car pulling up behind us and turning 
his lights on.

After an embarrassing minute of sort of explaining why we were sitting there on 
shoulder, he told us to get to school or he'd write up a ticket.  I knew he was 
joking about the ticket, yet I still took his advise, and gave him one of my 
smiles that gave his already good mood an extra lift.

We decided to wait until after school to start anything dealing with her 
telepathy, but apparently her telepathy couldn't wait that long.

"Mrs. Nottleman?" the PA suddenly said in my third hour. 

"Yes?"

"Could you please send Timothy Brandton to the nurse's office?"

"Of course.  He'll be right...  Wait.  Where'd he go?"

I was already half way to the nurse's office by that time, for as soon as I had 
probed the secretary's mind out of habit, I had ran out of the room, probably 
even before she had said my name.

Okay, so I'm not the smoothest guy when it comes to emergencies.  Well, at least 
when it came to Jennifer anyway.  I sort of ran a little too hard down the hall 
towards the nurse's office door.  When I reached the door I couldn't slow down 
fast enough and ended up crashing into the floor.  And to top it all off,  Mr. 
Higgs hit me with the door when he came out to investigate the noise.

"Are you okay?" he said, helping me up.

"Uhm... Yeah.  Thanks," I said, my face all red from embarrassment.

"Tim..." Jennifer called from inside.

I nearly ended up crashing into the floor again when I tried to get in the 
nurses office as fast as I could and tripped on Higgs' foot.  Luckily the nurse 
was there to break my momentum, and between the two of us we kept each other 
from hitting the floor.

"Sorry... Sorry..." I said as Higgs' mouth dropped open.  "Jennifer...  What... 
what's...  Why..."

"They're back," she said.  "I've tried to ignore them, but they make me 
dizzy..." she said as her eyes tried to follow the symbols they couldn't see.

"Oh...  Oh, okay.. Let me... get my.. breath back.  Whew!  You had me scared."

"Sorry," she said sweetly while smiling weakly at me.  

"Tim, what exactly is going on?" Higgs asked.  "All she's been telling us is 
she's dizzy, and that she needs to see you."

"Uhm..." I said, biting my lower lip and glancing at the nurse.

"Wendy, could you give us a few minutes?" Higgs said, taking the hint.

"All right, but if her dizziness gets any worse..."

"You'll be the first to know," Higgs said.

Once the door closed behind her, I said, "I was going to tell you this after 
school today, but I guess now is as good of a time as ever.  Jennifer is 
telepathic, but she's.."

"Wait.  You told me she wasn't affected by it."

"I know.  And she isn't.  But she is telepathic.  Remember when you asked me to 
clear out the office upstairs?  Well, it all started from that."

"But that was over a month ago!" Higgs exclaimed.

"I know, but Jennifer didn't want to be a telepath.  She wanted to just ignore 
it and hope she would never reach this point.  And until Saturday, I thought she 
would get her wish.  But she started breaking out at the dance, and now...  
Well, she doesn't have any control over it yet, so I'm going to teach her how."

"What do you mean, she doesn’t have control over it?" he said.

"I mean she has... used.  It.  Uhm..."

"You were just going to let her walk around my school all day?  Without any 
conscious control over her... her... abilities?!?"

"Well?  Yeah?" I said apologetically.

He sighed, then rubbed both eyes using his thumb and index finger and said, 
"There's no way to stop her from... breaking out.. until after school?"

"No."

"Jennifer," he said, looking down at her with a look of concentration.  "Do you 
understand that I am responsible for everyone at this school, and that I can't 
allow the chance you might accidentally cause someone to get hurt?  I know you 
wouldn’t do anything on purpose, but..."

"Yes...  I understand," she said with a little fear in her voice.

"Good girl," he said, taking the edge off his voice and smiling at her 
reassuringly.  Then he turned to me with a serious but soft expression and said, 
"If I remember correctly you said her family are not immune to it like she is."

"That's right.  But her cousin is.  Scott Brickman.  He's a freshman."

"Scott Brickman?" Higgs said surprised.  "He's not..."

"A telepath?  Definitely not.  I've tested..  Wait.  You know him, don't you."

"Well, I am his principal, so don't be so surprised.  But yes, I know him all 
right.  In fact I told you about his first day on _your_ first day back.  
Remember?"

"Uhm, no..  Oh wait.  You mean..  Scott was the one who Jay picked on?  No 
wonder.  Hmmm..  Actually, it does kind of sound like Scott come to think of it.  
He doesn't really have a chip on his shoulder, but he's.."

"Tim?" Jennifer said.  "I tired of being dizzy.."

"Oh.. Sorry.." I said to her.

"Well, besides Scott and yourself, is there anyone else who could stay with her 
during the day that she couldn't accidentally... tamper with?  Maybe your 
mother?"

"Oh..  Well, yeah.  I guess," I said a little disappointed.  "You want me to 
see?"

"Yes, please.  You can use that phone," he said, pointing to the one on the 
nurses desk.

"Uhm..  That's okay.." I said with a little grin.  "I got my own.."

I easily found my mother's mind and presented the situation to her, and she 
quickly agreed to watch her while I was at school, and said she'd be there in a 
limo in about an hour.

"Uhm, she'll be here in an hour," I said, then got an idea.  "Mr. Higgs.."

"Don't bother," he said with another sigh.  "All right.  Take her home with you 
or wherever you're going to go, but I want your word that you'll be here 
tomorrow all day no matter what kind of progress you're making with her.  And I 
want to talk to her father on the phone to make sure he's okay with it all."

"Yeah.. Cool.. Thanks, Mr. Higgs," I said excitedly.

After setting things straight with my mom and her dad, I pulled my car up to the 
front entrance, then Mr. Higgs and I helped her out to my car.

"I wish I could just close my eyes and stop seeing them," she said after we were 
on the road for a few minutes.  "Did they make you dizzy when you started seeing 
them?"

"To tell you the truth, no.  You okay?  You don't feel any worse, do you?"

"No.." she said distantly. 

By the time I pulled into my garage, Jennifer was sound asleep.  I tried to get 
her inside with out waking her up, but she woke up the moment I lifted her out 
of the car.

"I feel better," she admitted sleepily.  "They're gone.  I think I can walk."

"No, that's okay," I said, smiling at her tenderly.  "I want to carry my bride 
across the threshold and then take her to our bedroom for our honeymoon."

"Mmmmmm..  That sounds nice.  Of course there won't be any sex," she said.

"No sex, just lots of TLC."

Once I had carried her to my room and laid her on my bed, I told her not to move 
a muscle, that I would take care of everything.  She sleepily nodded her 
compliance, then watched me as I took off my coat, followed by hers.

"Now, I'm going to make us both a little more comfortable, okay?  Just trust 
me."

"I trust you," she said, blinking away some of her sleepiness.

I untied her shoes, then carefully rolled her socks off her feet and gave both 
her feet a good rubbing.  Her eyes were shut while I rubbed her feet, but they 
opened back up to watch me as I removed my own shoes and socks then got really 
big when I removed my shirt and pants.

But she didn’t' say a word as I crawled up beside her, just stared at me a 
little uncertainly until I reached down to begin pulling up her shirt.

"I thought you agreed no sex?" she said anxiously, yet not resisting me.

"Jennifer, we're not going to have sex.  If you don't want me to do this, I'll 
stop right here, but I think you want me to, don't you."

"But.. but why...  why if you don't want to have sex do you want..."

"Because I love you, and I want us to share the feel of our heat beats against 
each other's chests.  I think we can handle it without letting become sexual, 
don't you?"

"I don't know..  I guess.."

"Do you want me to stop?  Or continue?"

"Continue," she whispered anxiously.

"Uhm..  If I do continue, I won't just be stopping with your shirt or your 
bra...  I know you're still afraid of losing control of yourself, and I want to 
prove to you we both are strong enough for this.  You can do this Jennifer.  I 
know you can, just as I know how beautiful you really are.  You believe me about 
that now, don't you?"

"I believe you.  I'll believe whatever you say for now on too," she said with 
open honest eyes staring into mine.

I kissed her nose, then carefully raised her up into a sitting position before 
lifting her shirt up and over her head.  Before I moved on, I reestablished our 
eye contact, then didn't let it falter as I reached behind her and unclasped the 
small bra covering her chest.

Her eyes contained some fear as I brought the straps forward, and she shivered 
when it fell away from her breasts.  She feared my rejection of their size and 
the way the areolas literally covered half of her breasts' surface rather than 
anything else, so when I finally did break our eye contact to gaze upon her 
chest, I was pleased to find that they were of fair size considering her weight 
and age and only found her areolas erotic, not weird.

"They're very beautiful, Jennifer.  You have nothing to be ashamed of there.  
May I touch them?"

"You don't think the.. the...  nipples.. make them look too strange?"

"No...  Not at all.  I bet if you showed them to Lee and asked about them, she'd 
say hers probably looked just like these when she was fourteen.  Oh Jennifer, 
please?  May I touch them?  Please?"

"Okay," she said with tension.  "Just be careful?  They're really sensitive now 
and.... MMmmmmmm..."

"I bet they are," I said, gently rolling the nipples with my fingers while 
making as much direct contact to the areolas as possible.  "You like that?"

"Uhh huh?" she said with her eyes shut and her mouth open.

I stopped and waited for her to look up, and as soon as she did I said, "Guess 
who taught me that?"

"Who?" she asked as she hesitantly tried to replicate it with her own fingers.

"My mom."

"Your mom?" she said, stopping her finger's movements.

"Yep.  She also taught me this," I said, laying down on top of her and sucking 
her left erect nipple into my mouth, then expanded my mouth to cover the entire 
areola and began the familiar feeding motions.

She gasped and immediately her arms and hands went to my head to try and pull me 
off her.  But after only few tugs, she relaxed as her arousal went to full 
bloom, and then I had to firmly hold myself in place as she struggled to pull me 
further up towards her mouth.

Just as with my mother every time I nursed from her breast, Jennifer's arousal 
rose sharply, then dissipated after a few minutes leaving only a sedated and 
relaxed Jennifer behind.

When I moved to do her other breast, she instantly tensed up and let out a short 
moan when I made full contact.  This time, however, her arousal never actually 
stirred, so I didn't have any troubles enjoying her limp form beneath me as I 
sucked her nipple to satisfaction.

Once I was finished, I simply laid my head down on top of it, and listened to 
her breathing deepen.

After several minutes passed, I felt her hand stroke my hair, and after looking 
up at her for a second, I laid it back down and enjoyed her loving hand.

"Did you like that?" I thought to her.

"Yes," she said out loud.

"I'm glad, sweetie," I thought back to her.  "I'm going to remove your jeans and 
panties next, okay?"

"Okay," she said with some nervousness entering her voice.

Then a moment later, I felt her think to me, "I'm scared."

"Don't be, sweetie.  You're doing great."

"Am I.. hearing your thoughts?" she thought to me.

"Yes, and for the first time you're sending your thoughts to me too.  Just relax 
and let it happen.  Don't worry about how, just let it happen."

"Okay," she said out loud and thought to me too.

As I undid her jean's I felt her nervousness shoot up, but instead of trying to 
comfort her, I just sped things up and quickly depantsed her.

"Tim?  Stop?" she said after her nervousness turned to fear.

"What's wrong?" I said, feeling the intensity of her fear sharpen.

"I..  I just...  I just saw my mom's face," she said, covering her breasts with 
her hands.

I laid down beside her and waited for her to look at me, then as soon as she 
did, I reopened the empathic connection and washed her fear away with my love.

"Jennifer, if I leave my shorts on and you leave you panties on, would you be 
okay if stayed like this for the rest of the day?"

"But..."

"Honey, do this for me, please?  I see my mother naked all the time and we have 
never had sex either.  I want us to be comfortable with each other's bodies, and 
your breasts are a part of your womanhood which is safe for us to explore."

"I don't know..  My mom wouldn't like it at all.."

"Your mom would have never told you how she likes your dad to fondle her 
breasts.  I think in this case she would have understood a little bit."

"Tim?  You said you'd stop if I felt you were pushing...  Well, I feel you're 
pushing me.." she said somberly.

"Shit.  You're right.  I am.  I'm sorry.  It's just been...  Well, I haven't 
been with a woman since I promised you, and it's really starting to get to me.  
You're right to stop me though.  If you let me do this now, you might have let 
me push you into going too far, and I don't want that to happen."

"I'm sorry," she said when I rolled onto my back and sighed in frustration.  "I 
wish I was old enough to get married so we could..."

"No..  That's okay.  If anything else, this is teaching me restraint where I 
never really had it before.  Oh Jennifer...  I just get so horny.  I think I get 
it from my mom, cause she...  Well, my dad does too...  Oh, never mind."

"Tim?  Joey said something at the dance that...  Well, I just need to ask 
you..."

"What did he say?"

"Something like I'm a lucky girl to have you.  But it just wasn't what he said, 
but... but the way he said it and all.. I don't know. Just.."

"Go ahead, Jennifer.  I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Well...  I keep getting the impression that you and he...  were more than just 
friends?"

"We were, yes.  I love you Jennifer, and you're the greatest love of my life, I 
swear.  But I've been in love before, very much in love, and yes.  Joey was one 
of my lovers in the past."

"And Suzi?"

"Yes."

"A-a-anyone else?"

"One other.  You never met him as far as I know."

"Him?"

"Eric.  Eric Robertson.  He's a Sophomore right now, but he moved to Atlanta."

"And you had..."

"Sex with them?  Yes.  But that was then.  I'm not interested in anyone but you 
now."

"But.."

"Jennifer, my love isn't based on what gender you are.  It's the person, the 
soul, the mind, not the body that I love.  Joey and I grew up together, and I 
guess at first it was because we trusted each other that we could experiment 
sexually a little.  But then I broke out, and Joey was there to help me through 
it, and we eventually both felt deeper feelings for each other because of what 
we had shared.  Suzi is the same way, and they will always be very special 
people in my life.  But you're my love now.  Not them.  You."

"What about...  the other guy?"

"Eric was this horny little kid who didn't know anything but the pleasure of sex 
when I met him.  I guess I took him under my wing, and between me and Suzi we 
helped him find there was more to enjoy between two people than just sex.  I 
loved him, but at that time he was just like a little brother.  But then last 
year he showed up, and he was so...  loving...  Well, I couldn't help it.  Joey 
and I had a falling out, and Suzi was seeing someone else, so I embraced his 
love and he helped me through some really rough moments of my life.

"But he's refused to accept that I'm alive now after he went through all the 
pain of losing me when I supposedly died, and now that I have you...  Well, I 
guess I don't want to hurt him any more than I already have.  And like I said, 
now I have you to love, and I really don't want anyone else anymore."

She had uncovered her breasts, and was actually absentmindedly tweaking one of 
them while she filed all this away.  I was very tempted to reach out and tweak 
the other one, but I knew that would have been the worst thing for me to do.

So instead I closed my eyes and put my mind on what I should show her first 
about her own abilities, and after a few minutes I had forgotten all about my 
horniness.

But when Jennifer started moving closer to me and I opened my eyes to see her 
climbing on top of me, my dick went hard again and she felt it too.

"Promise me we never go any further than this," she said urgently while 
straddling me still bare chested.

"I swear.  Once you know how, you can even command me never to."

"I don't think I'll have to do that," she said, lowering herself down and 
covering my mouth with hers.

I think I was more turned on than surprised by her aggressive tongue, and for 
the first time I wondered if Jennifer would go to far if I couldn't stop her.  
We only kissed, but damn! Did we kiss!  But then after we had fulfilled our 
needs, Jennifer simply scooted down a bit and rested with her bare chest against 
my tummy and her head on my chest.

I stoked her head and part of her bare back as we rested like that in silence.  
And as I had hoped, I soon felt her open a thought channel with me, and I heard 
her peaceful thoughts while she slowly became aware of mine.

"Yes, I think I'm going to like this," she finally directly thought to me.  "To 
be able to talk to you like this without anyone else hearing it.  It's just so 
romantic."

"Then maybe it's time for you to learn how to open a thought channel like this 
when you want it.  It's as good of a starting point as any other."

"Okay, but can we wait a little longer before we begin?  I'd like to enjoy it a 
little longer."

"Sure, baby.  So...  What do you want to think about?"

"Well..  What other things will we be able to do together?"

"There are a lot of things I'd like to do with you, but they wouldn't work on 
you.  Unless we find out your telepathy can actually work on yourself which is 
very possible.  But lets see..  For sure, I want to take you mind hopping..  
That's a lot fun.  We just go hopping into other people's minds and maybe doing 
something in their bodies, then we hop into someone else's.

"And we also can share our memories and images with each other, not just 
thoughts.  Uhm..  There's more, but they're kind of complicated and I don't want 
to scare you with them."

"Will we be looking at your drawings sometime today?"

"Sure, if you like.  It will probably make them come back, though."

"I know.  But I have so many questions about them.  I just want to look at them 
to straighten them out in my head."

"You really feel a pull to looking at them, don't you?"

"I guess so.  They just...  seem so interesting."

"Yeah.  They are, that's for sure.  Especially yours.  I've never told you 
exactly what attracted me to you when I first met you because you could have 
never understood it until now."

"Well?  What was it?"

"Two things, actually...  One was the purity of your heart.  You really are the 
very sweet and kind... and gentle..  Everything about you feels... good."

"And the other?" she said, blushing.

"Your symbols are like no others I've ever seen before.  It's like...  Well, 
they're all the same shape as everyone else's...  but they are so much more... 
grand?   No..  Pure.  Everyone else including me have like symbols made out of 
steel or wood or something like that.  They don't look that way, just that's 
kind of how they feel to me compared to yours.  And yours..  Yours are made of 
crystal.  Perfect and pure.  They are beautiful, Jennifer.  Just like everything 
else about you.  You are the most perfect human being I've ever known."

"I don't know what to say.  I'm perfect?  I'm not perfect.  I can't be perfect."

"No, not perfect.  Just the most perfect person I've met.  And you're all mine 
to love too."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

We must have repeated that a hundred times or more before we finally let our 
thoughts go quiet, and soon I felt Jennifer fall asleep, the link closing all by 
itself when she had.

My own mind wander after a bit, for I wasn't the least bit sleepy for some 
reason.  It was cleaning day, so there was actually some staff in the house, 
dusting and vacuuming, but staying clear of the part of the mansion we were in.

Just out of habit, I felt out the minds of the seven women who were happily 
cleaning away with the enthusiasm of child with a new toy.  They were all so 
happy, yet it felt so false to me even though it didn't to them.  Five of the 
women were in their early twenties, the other two were close to thirty but not 
yet there.  

One of my greatest worries concerning Jennifer's telepathy was how she would 
view all this when she reached the point to where she would scan their minds 
just out of curiosity like I knew she would.  My dad had thirty eight women and 
eighteen men currently serving him, and all the women were dependant on getting 
their master's cock at least once a month.

And then there was my mother.  When I first had come home from Mexico, I simply 
accepted the fact both my parents had their own separate harem of slaves.  I was 
surprised at how my mother's was considerably smaller than my father's, for at 
the time she had only seven men and three women, five of the men only attending 
her from eight to four five days a week and got paid for their time.  The women 
and two remaining men, however, lived in the north mansion just as more than 
half of my father's harem did, and while they also got some pay, they probably 
would never use it since they rarely left the mansion unless told to.

How would Jennifer take all this?  I expected her to accept it after a while, 
but I knew she would be very upset when she found out.

The more I thought about it, the more my mother's return to her old ways 
bothered me, especially after having witnessed her enslaving a guy who wasn't 
much older that I was and had a girlfriend who he deeply loved.  That was 
probably the thing that bothered me the most.  While she hadn't altered his 
feelings for his girlfriend, the amount of time he would get to spend with her 
was easily cut in half in order to be with my mom when she wished it.  I didn't 
say anything to her about it, for I was applying the same rules of 
noninterference that I had with my dad to my mom.

If that had happened a year earlier, I would have been deeply depressed by all 
this, but now I was only worried, not depressed, and most of it concerned 
Jennifer's reaction to it all.

By the time Jennifer woke up, we were both hungry, and after trying to talk her 
into going topless while in my house, I lived with the compromise that she 
hadn't put her bra back on before putting her shirt and jeans on.

While we ate in the kitchen, I kept feeling her concentrating attempting to 
connect to my mind.  After seven or eight tries, she gave up with a sigh, then 
asked me, "So, how did you learn how to listen to other people's thoughts?"

"Remember those blinds?  Well, I just imagined peeking out through them at Joey, 
and it worked."

"Oh," she said, squinting her eyes.  "Well.. Tell me what you're thinking, and 
maybe that will...."

I let my own grin grow as she smiled a cocky smile, for I knew she had done it, 
and I had purposely been thinking about sucking her tits through her shirt.

"Maybe later," she thought to me with a little trouble.

I didn't mean to, but my mind flashed the thought of us showering together with 
our underwear on.

"Sorry," I said out loud.  "It wasn't something I was seriously considering 
or.."

I got cut off by her smile, for I saw she had actually liked the idea.

"Jennifer, we're not going to do that because if we did, I know I would lose 
control.  Showering with people is very...  erotic to me.  You understand?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said a little disappointed.  But then she 
perked up and asked, "So what's next?"

"Well, let's stick to the basics first.  Next thing I think would be memory 
extraction.  That's when you have them recall specific memories for you to read.  
You can't actually access other people's memories directly, but it feels like 
you are because...  Well, lets just get you to do it, then I'll tell you how it 
actually works."

I had her focus her mind on mine, then called up the memory of Joey and I racing 
around in the go-carts.  I only recalled a little bit of it, and waited for her 
to query me on what happened next.  When she did, I simply ignored her, and 
after several more queries, I felt her call the memories up herself.

"Did I do that?" she said when she detected I was feeling very pleased with her.

"Yep.  Keep it up.  You don't have control over it yet, but you're getting 
there."

We spent a couple of hours working on this, but she had it in her mind that it 
was too complicated and we gave up when I felt her frustration get too high.

"Well, we can either try something else, or take a break from it all together," 
I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Can we go somewhere else?  The kitchen isn't exactly relaxing."

"Oh.. Yeah, sure.  I want to show you the study anyway...  HEY!  You cheated!"

"I'm sorry!" she giggled.  "I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Well, it's still not as good as seeing it live, so come on.  Now stop that," I 
said as I felt her try to probe my memory for another image of the study.

"Are you going to teach me how to do that too?"

"What?  Oh, you mean how to block probes?  Yeah.  Not that you really need it 
since probes don't work on you.  Don't worry about it.  You'll know everything I 
know by the time we're done."

We watched some cartoons for a while, then I suggested her just experimenting at 
trying to make me physically do something or changing the way I think somehow.

"But what if I accidentally make you think you're a pig or something?" she 
objected.

"You won't, because I won't let anything like that through.  Trust me.  I can 
stop anything that might hurt me.  If I can hold off a dozen experienced 
telepaths without breaking a sweat, I think I can handle an inexperienced gaa 
gaa goo goo."

"Tim?  I'm sorry!" he said giggling again.

"Maana bea said, I wouldn't let anything through that would screw me up, but 
I'll let anything harmless through."

"Oh.. Why did you undo it?  I kind of like you as a baby.."

Jennifer was able to get her abilities to do what she wanted pretty easily, but 
she still wasn't in conscious control of it.  It was sort of hit or miss, mostly 
hits, but three times I had to block her commands to prevent me getting messed 
up.

I took her home for dinner, and stayed for dinner while she demonstrated what 
she could do to Lee and their dad.

Mr. Higgs was right to be worried.  I had just gotten in bed around ten thirty 
that night when Jennifer called crying that she had really messed Lea up.  She 
was convinced I wouldn't be able to fix it because she had tried several times 
but only made it worse, and because she was so upset, I raced back to her house.  
It took me three minutes to take the commands out of Lee's head, then had to 
clear out her dad's head also for her subconscious had been pretty busy that 
night.  They all agreed to my suggestion that I take her home with me and that 
she should stay there until she could control her abilities which I said 
shouldn't be more than a couple of days.

We didn't sleep in the same bed, mostly because she knew she wouldn't be able to 
sleep with someone else in the bed with her.  I let her choose one of the 
bedrooms close to mine and had a quick ceremony to make it officially 
"Jennifer's room", then promptly went to bed in our own rooms.

Jennifer stayed at my place alone while I was at school that following day, and 
the moment I got home, she surprised me by making me into her little baby for a 
while.

Because I had constructed a fake personality around my true self, I was still 
very much in control of my faculties and could override anything she did.  She 
knew I had done this, for that's the only reason she had gone beyond just the 
baby talk.  I had seen she had her heart set on playing mommy with me, so I let 
her turn me into a toddler for a while.

I wasn't really paying attention to where she was walking me to, but when we 
entered the room we had turned into a nursery for my brother's visits there, I 
was a little surprised to see she had found the adult size diapers we had gotten 
for..  er.. well... This one girl I had took interest in around the time of the 
ring slaves really had this thing for, uhm, guys in diapers...  I never actually 
got the chance to try them out with her, but I kept the diapers I had bought 
just incase the opportunity arose again.

Anyway, at first I thought Jennifer was taking it a little too far, but the 
thing that stopped me from objecting to her diapering me was the fact she felt 
more comfortable being in control like that while getting to see my genitalia 
for the first time, and close up too.

Jennifer was trying to cover up her nervousness by chattering away to me like 
people do with babies.  She at first was going to have me get up on the changing 
table, but I was simply too big so she stopped me halfway and had me lay down on 
my back on the floor.

She struggled to remove my shirt while I happily played with the buttons on 
hers, then finally got it off me after I pulled one off and started happily 
slobbering on it.  She watched me for a few minutes until her confidence and 
desire had grown enough to proceed, then she nervously undid my jeans and nearly 
shrieked in surprise when I lifted my legs and butt up for her when she started 
to pull them off.

Since my body was controlled by my fake baby personality, my dick stayed soft 
while she pulled my jeans off the rest of the way and got down next to me on her 
knees and took a few moments to look me over before she went any further.

Unfortunately, my baby self choked on her button about then, and for a few 
moments I really was concerned I might choke to death on it.  But then with a 
surge of fear and air I coughed it across the room, then proceeded to cry from 
the scare.  Jennifer did her best to comfort me, and I ended up climbing into 
her arms and straddling her in what would have been a very sexual way if it 
hadn't been completely innocent.

She didn't flinch or anything when she felt my soft cock inside my undershorts 
push up against her crotch, and as she calmed my baby self with soft words and 
stroking hands, I found myself relaxing in the same way I did in my mother's 
arms when I was upset.

We never did finish the diaper thing, for once I was limp in her arms, she 
indicated she wanted to cuddle, and I knew she wanted to cuddle with the real 
me, not the baby me.

Once we got down to the business at hand, we didn't really take any more cuddle 
breaks until it was time to go to bed.  And then it was just a hug and kiss, for 
we were both pretty tired from the struggle of the evening's lessons.

That's exactly what it was too.  A struggle.  I didn't understand why Jennifer 
was having such a hard time with what I was showing her.  When my mom had shown 
me, I had picked it up the moment she described it, but with Jennifer it was an 
uphill battle all the way.  She still had problems even forming a two way 
thought channel whenever she wasn't fully relaxed, and I was beginning to wonder 
if I was doing something wrong.

After two more days of this, we both were very discouraged, for she still was 
unconsciously using her abilities at random times.  Both her father and Higgs 
were suggesting that my mother should spend the days with her, and reluctantly I 
agreed.

Thursday evening when my mom arrived to spend the night, both Jennifer and my 
mom tried to cheer me up.  I felt like I had failed, and quite frankly their 
attempts just felt like they were rubbing it in even though I knew they weren't.

I went to bed earlier than usual, but when I woke up the next morning, I felt 
better.  I even crawled into my mom's bed to snuggle with her a while when I 
realized I didn't have to worrying about being late since I didn't have to pick 
Jennifer up for school like I usually did.

As usual, Richie interrupted our time together by announcing to the world he was 
wet and hungry, so while my mom changed him, I checked on Jennifer.  I found her 
trying to go back asleep after having been woken up by Richie's squawking, so I 
entered the room as quietly as possible and slipped into the bed with her, only 
startling her slightly.

"You feel better," she sighed, having probed me without even thinking about it.

"Yeah.  I guess I was just being selfish.  I wanted to show you everything 
myself, but now I just want you to be happy.  I know you want to get back to 
your dad and Lee, and even go back to school too, so if my mom can help you 
where I couldn't, that's okay.  We still have lots of things we can do together 
for the first time.  I love you, you know."

"I know...  I love you too," she said, turning herself to face me, then 
exclaimed a "Ohhhh!" when her hand accidentally brushed against my bare semi 
hard cock.

"You.. You don't have any..." she said nervously while pulling way slightly.

"Sorry," I said softly.  "I guess I forgot to put my shorts back on after I 
cuddled with my mom."

"You...  You cuddle with your mom... naked?" she said, taken aback.

"Uhm, well... Yeah.  My mom and I like...  We just like going around nude in our 
homes, and cuddling like that is the warmest, safest, most loving thing we know.  
I'll go.  I know this is making you uncomfortable," I said, crawling out from 
under the sheets.

I was halfway to the door when she said, "Tim?  Wait?"

I stopped, but didn't turn around for she wasn't certain what she wanted.

"Uhm, Jennifer?  I think it would be best if I just went and got dressed for 
school for now.  We have all day tomorrow and Sunday to...  do that sort of 
stuff if you want to, okay?"

"Okay..." she said, uncertainly.

Despite everything, I couldn't keep my mind off of wondering what my mom and 
Jennifer were doing while I was at school.  Man, had I wished I had flown Midge 
to school that day, for I couldn't get home fast enough in the car for my 
satisfaction.

When I got there, however, I found them playing cards at the kitchen table...  
nude.

"Uhm, so how did it go?" I said, trying to keep my eyes off of Jennifer's 
blushing face and other parts of her body.

"I'm afraid I haven't had any more luck than you have, honey," my mom said.  
"We're just taking a break until you got home."

"Richie asleep?" I asked, giving my mom a happy kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, but I'm sure he'll be waking up any time now for his next meal."

"Tim?" Jennifer said very timidly.

"Yes, beautiful?" I said, finally letting my eyes take in her full nakedness.

"I, uhm...  Your mom...  Is this okay you think?"

"Only if you think it is," I said warmly.  "I never expected you to...  do this, 
you know?"

"I know...  But do like... it?"

"Honey, I love it," I said, giving her every bit of love and happiness my face 
could express without resorting to opening an empathic connection.  "Especially 
since you did it for me."

"I'd do anything for you..." she admitted, while looking down and blushing 
again.

"I know, I'd do anything for you too," I said finally moving towards her and 
placing a kiss on her cheek like I had with my mom.

"I think I hear Richie crying," my mom said the next moment, then got up and 
left the kitchen, both Jennifer and myself watching her leave.

"She's so..." Jennifer sighed.

"So are you, my love."

"You say that to be nice, but even Lee isn't..."

"Shhh.." I said gently.  "All that matters to me is that you wanted to do this 
for me even when it wasn't comfortable for you to do.  That to me is much more 
beautiful than something as meaningless as physical beauty.  And Jennifer?  Your 
body is very beautiful.  More beautiful than I ever imagined.  You should be 
proud of it, not ashamed of it.  And in a couple of years, you'll have all the 
curves my mom and Lee have too."

She moved her lips towards mine, so I greeted their embrace with tenderness and 
enjoyed the loving kiss while it lasted.

After we broke it off, I pulled the chair next to her out and sat down beside 
her facing her and said, "So...  would you like me to go natural too?  If you 
do, I won't be upset if you want to put your clothes back on before I strip."

She rubbed her arms with her hands and pressed her legs together tightly, then 
said, "Well, I am kind of cold.  Uhm, would it be okay if I just got dressed and 
just wait until tomorrow morning for... you...  you know.  Show me?"

She had glanced down at my crotch twice nervously, and once at her own bare 
crotch, so I smiled and said, "Your wish is my command.  I'll go grab my books 
from the car while you do that, then we'll see what you feel like doing before 
we head over to your house at five."

"Okay," she said jumping up, but then paused when she noticed my eyes had locked 
onto her firey red crotch.

I looked up at her a moment, and seeing she was okay with my close inspection, I 
did so without touching her one bit.  Well, I did touch her when I was finished, 
but that was when I kissed her just above her pubic hair to signal I was all 
done.

When I got back from the garage with my books, Jennifer was already dressed and 
waiting for me, carefully watching my eyes to make sure I had noticed she hadn't 
put her bra back on.

"Tim, can I see the drawings now?" she said, as I took her hand which she held 
out to me and we started walking out of the kitchen.

"That's your decision.  You know what will probably happen, so I leave it up to 
you."

"I want to.  Even if it makes me so dizzy I can't go see daddy and Lee, I still 
want to."

"Okay," I said, a bit shocked.  "If you wanted to see them so bad, why have 
waited until now to say so?"

"I wanted to be able to control the other stuff first, but after your mom 
couldn't help me, I sort of...  I just don't know if I'll..."

"Don't say that.  You will, Jennifer.  Believe me, you will.  Heck, you've come 
a long way since Monday.  I mean, you can make them do what you want them to do 
pretty much, you just haven't made the connection in your mind yet of how you do 
it.  It'll probably just come to you when you're not even trying to figure it 
out."

"I hope so," she said wistfully.  Then when we reached the elevator and I 
pressed the down button, she asked "Where are we going?"

"To the basement.  I put them in the vault just so you wouldn't accidentally 
find them and goof yourself up while no one else was around."

"You hid them from me?" she laughed as we got in the elevator.  "All you had to 
do is tell me where they were, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near them."

"I wasn't so sure you would resist the temptation if you got bored while I was 
at school.  It gets pretty boring around here."

"Here?  You're kidding, right?  You have cable TV, an indoor swimming pool, and 
tons of other stuff..."

"Yeah, but without someone else to enjoy it with, it's pretty boring after a 
while," I said as the elevator doors opened and we stepped out into the rather 
small room with a vault like door embedded in each of the other three walls.

"Wow...  I feel like we're in Fort Knox," she said as I went to the one to our 
left and started spinning the dial.

"Heh.  Don't let the looks fool you.  There isn't any gold bars behind these 
doors.  Just junk.  Shit.  I hate these locks," I said before spinning the dial 
to clear it again to start over.

Jennifer waited patiently while I spun in the seven three digit numbers and 
finally pulled the handle down and swung the heavy door open.

As the fluorescent lights flickered on automatically, I stepped inside and 
entered the ten digit code to keep the door from closing and locking us in.

I handed one of the two familiar boxes to her while she stared down the long 
stretch of shelves that were full of... Well, I consider it to be junk, but I 
guess it was worth something to someone.  My dad had gone through a stage of 
collecting antiques, but the only thing he had down there that I thought was 
pretty cool was the B52 bomber and the model T automobile he had in the center 
vault.  Considering that the doors were only about five foot tall and four foot 
wide, he must have had those completely disassembled and then reassembled inside 
the vault.  Heh.  It's a good thing too, for otherwise I know I would have 
"borrowed the car" a couple of times by then.

After Jennifer got done gawking, I closed the vault up and we went back up to 
the kitchen.

I had Jennifer sit down while I sorted through the drawings, then pulled out 
what I figured would be the easiest for her to examine and was shocked to find 
she wanted to start with the ones she had seen first.

"Are you sure?  I mean, do you want me to pull the pain one out so you don't.."

"No, that's okay.  It won't hurt me anymore because...  Well, I can see it in my 
head all the time and it doesn't do anything, so why should the drawing?"

"Good point.  Okay.  Let me put these back first so I don't lose the order, then 
I'll...  Uhm.." I paused as she got into the other box and pulled half of them 
out to look through.

I kept my mouth shut, even though I really didn't want her to do that since she 
could easily get them out of order, and just went back to putting the ones I had 
in my hands away.

"Here we go," she said to herself.  "Yeah, I know I've seen this one.. and this 
one.."

I sat there quietly watching her examine the drawings one by one carefully, 
never having seen her so... absorbed into something like she was just then.  I 
tuned out her mumbling after finding it just that... mumblings.  For a while I 
just watched her face as it went through a seemingly never ending cycle of first 
concentration, enlightenment, then a short period of doubt before a look of 
confidence as she put it down and started examining the next one.

A while later, my mom came in the kitchen to make herself some coffee, and I was 
temporarily distracted from Jennifer when I noticed the red marks about her left 
breast and felt a craving for the contents of the right one.  I tried not to be 
too obvious about it, but when my mom finished pouring herself a cup, she 
noticed my glance, then smiled evilly as she added her fresh cream to her 
coffee.

I must have made a sound in disappointment, for Jennifer looked up from her 
drawings and without thinking about it probed me.

"Tim!" Jennifer gasped when she found my thoughts centered on my desire to suck 
on my mother's right breast.

"Wha?" I said just as Jennifer's arm knocked the pile of drawings off the table. 

"Ack!" I cried as they scattered across the kitchen floor.

"Opps.." Jennifer said timidly.  "I'm sorry.  I'll pick them up."

"But..." I began, but figured what was the use.  What was done was done, and it 
would be good practice for me to sort through them and put them in...

My attention was diverted by Jennifer's scrambling across the floor carefully 
selecting them instead of just gathering them up into a pile.  I watched her, 
trying to figure out why she was doing so, then noticed she seemed to be looking 
for one she couldn't find.

"What are looking for?" I asked finally.

"I'm looking for shiver.  I don't see it anywhere."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?  I'm putting back in order.  That's what you wanted, 
isn't it?"

"You mean you remember what order they were in?"

"Well, yeah..  I mean they were just in order by their sensory grouping.  Oh, 
and why did you guys put drool in with these?  It's not a sensory symbol.  It's 
a reactionary symbol."

"What?" I said in surprise as she spotted a drawing hiding under the fridge.

"There you are," she said as she examined that drawing.  Then as she returned to 
finish cleaning up the mess, she said to me, "You know, you could help.  It was 
sort of your fault."

"Jennifer, you mean you can just... look at them and know what they are without 
having to... uhm... feel them out?"

"Feel them out?  Well, I guess I feel them out.  I mean, I look at it, and I 
sort of feel what it means.  Why?"

"It's just..  Well, how long does it take you?"

"How long?  I don't know...  What do you mean how long.  You sat there and 
watched me the whole time!"

"Yeah, but... Well, like right now, you're just picking them up with only 
glancing at them, and... Well..  I mean I can't even do that!"

"You can't?" she said, truly surprised.

"No...  I know a few of them on sight, but the rest...  Well, I always have to 
like.. construct it in my mind and test it out on myself to see.  Well, that's 
the easiest way for me anyway.  I can feel them out too, but it takes me a few 
minutes to... What?"

"I can see them... All around your head...  I can see them so clearly now, not 
like before..." she whispered in awe.

"Are you dizzy?  Do you need me to help you sit down?"

"No... I'm not dizzy at all.  Tim...  You were right.  They are beautiful," she 
said in a very relaxed and gentle voice.  "They're the most... beautiful things 
I've ever seen."

"Jennifer, stay with me.  Don't start ignoring your other senses completely, 
okay?"

"Okay.  I won't," she said as her empty stare and expression took on some life 
once more.

"Honey?  I know how much you want to lose yourself into watching them, but it's 
getting close to time to leave if we're going to go visit your dad and Lee.  Do 
you think you..."

"Call them?  Tell them I'll see them tomorrow?  Tell them I'm sorry, but I just 
can't...  Tim, they make so much sense to me.  I can't stop now..  I just 
can't."

"I understand," I said honestly.  "I'll call and tell them.  But Jennifer, 
promise me you'll tell me everything you learn, everything you understand so I 
know what's going on?"

"I promise," she said, focusing her eyes on me and smiling.  "Thank you for 
giving me this.."

I was about to tell her I hadn't given her anything that she hadn't already 
have, but her eyes and expression told me she wasn't listening anymore, so I 
sighed and left her standing there while I made my phone call.

Mr. Corrigan was rather upset about it, and even demanded to speak to Jennifer 
otherwise he would come over to see her in person.  I had a heck of a time 
convincing Jennifer that it was serious and that she needed to talk to him on 
the phone, but once she heard the desperation in his voice, she focused on what 
he was saying, and even sounded like her normal self as she spoke.

When she handed the phone back to me, she actually was concerned enough about 
her dad that it took nearly thirty seconds before she noticed the streams of 
symbols going around my mind and her expression went blank as she focused 
herself entirely on her newest sense.

"Will she be okay?" Mr. Corrigan asked me.  "She sounded so...  distant."

"Trust me, Mr. C.  I went through the same thing, and Jennifer is handling it a 
lot better than I did.  A lot better.  Her just talking to you like that...  You 
should be proud of her, Mr. C.  Really really proud of her."

"Well..." he said before a lengthy pause.  "Would it be all right if Lee and I 
came over there to see her?"

"I'll let you decide that, but let me explain what she's going to be like if you 
do.  Right now she's totally lost herself in her new senses, and I expect her to 
be like that for a while.  Right now she standing here like a zombie, and it 
just might upset you guys more to see her like this.  She'll snap out of it 
though, although I don't know how long that will take.  But she promised me she 
would keep me updated on what she's doing and won't ignore me if I try to 
contact her.  Well, anyway, like I said.  It's your decision, but I don't think 
you're going to see much if you did come over."

He didn't say anything at first, but I heard Lee ask him softly, "Well?" before 
he sighed and said, "Tell Jennifer we love her, and we'll see her tomorrow for 
sure.  Can you get that through to her?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I can, and I know she loves you guys too.  Oh, any idea what 
time tomorrow?"

"Well, I think that will be up to Jennifer, don't you?  We can come at any time.  
Just give us a call and we'll be there within an hour."

"Yeah, you're right.  Don't worry, Mr. C.  I'll take good care of her.  We'll 
see you tomorrow.."

"I know you will.  Goodbye."

Man, did I feel bad.  Even if I hadn't been empathic, I would have known how 
upset he was from the way his voice sounded right before he hung up.  My 
empathic senses had told me he was feeling helpless, and it was a lot like how 
he had felt when his wife was dying right before his eyes.  I knew he had cut 
the conversation off short because he was about to cry, but I was comforted by 
the fact I knew Lee was there and that she had become very much the woman of the 
house.

Despite her promise, Jennifer had completely cut herself off from her other 
senses, so all I could do was pick her up and carry her to her room.  I don't 
know when my mom had left the kitchen, but she hadn't been in there when 
Jennifer began seeing the symbols, so once I had made Jennifer as comfortable as 
I could on her bed, I went to find her and told her what happened.

My mom advised me to put one of those diapers on Jennifer after remembering that 
I had wet my pants at some time before they had removed my clothes at the 
hospital.  She offered to do it herself if I wanted her to, but I said no 
thanks, that I would do it.

I helped my mom get her and Richie's things together, for she was going back to 
the North mansion for the weekend.  She tried to talk me into going with her, 
naturally bringing Jennifer with us, but I explained I didn't think Jennifer was 
ready to experience that yet, and I knew her folks weren't for sure.

Once they had left, I grabbed some of the adult diapers from the nursery, then 
tenderly undressed Jennifer's limp body and then powdered and sealed the diaper 
around her.

Seeing there wasn't anything else to do, I jumped into the shower, then slipped 
into bed beside her, and laid there for over an hour just holding her against 
me, enjoying the feel of being nude in bed with my love.

I fixed myself some dinner, making two servings just incase Jennifer came out of 
her trance and wanted to eat.  After eating my meal and doing a few things 
around the house, I slipped back into bed with her and stroked her hair lovingly 
for as long as I could hold my eyes open.

I awoke around eleven that night when Jennifer's body stirred, then after 
checking her thoughts and finding them to be asleep, I just cuddle up to her 
even more and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up feeling Jennifer's startled surprise, and I 
immediately said, "I didn't want to take the chance of you wetting the bed."

"It's a good thing too," she said sheepishly before noticing my hard on raising 
up the sheet.

"How do you feel?" I said, finally opening my eyes and looking at her as she 
averted her eyes from the tent in the bed.

"I feel...  Good," she said, turning a little red as she stretched.  "What time 
is it?"

"Almost seven," I said offhandedly.  "Jennifer, do you still see the symbols?"

"Yes," she said as she smiled sweetly at me.

"But you're not..."

"What?  A zombie?" she giggled.  "I heard every word you said to daddy, and I 
sort of remember you undressing me too.  When I woke up a minute ago, I just 
didn't feel like messing with them yet.  I'm hungry, by the way.  What's for 
dinner?"

"Uhm.. Heh.. You mean what's for breakfast.  It's seven in the morning, not in 
the evening."

"Really?" she said, shocked.  "No wonder I wet my... diaper," she giggled.

"Heh..  I think it's kind of ironic that you end up wearing 'em and not me," I 
said, smiling like a fool in love.

She giggled, then giggled again for no apparent reason.  I watched her as her 
face glowed with the beauty of her joy and happiness, and ended up chuckling a 
bit myself from her bubbly giggles.

"What would you like for breakfast?" I said after slipping my arm under her neck 
and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh I don't care.  I'm just really.." she paused, startled by her thigh having 
felt my semi hard on brush against it.

She looked in my eyes and said with complete awareness of the double meaning, 
"Hungry..."

I smiled, then just kissed the tip of her nose before slipping out of the bed 
and walking out the door saying, "You stay right there.  I'll be back with our 
breakfast shortly, and then we'll both satisfy our hunger.."

I never cooked so fast, and I wasn't rushing or anything.  I just was incredibly 
light on my feet and felt so coordinated that I literally was dancing as I made 
our eggs, waffles, bacon and sausage.

When I returned to her room, I was a little disappointed to find she was in the 
shower.  But I didn't have to wait very long, and when she came out with her 
hair all wet and her body all nice and fresh, I could barely contain myself as 
she carefully slipped herself under the tray and gave me a kiss before starting 
to eat.

I guess I was pretty distracted by watching her eat because she finished before 
I did, and after she laid down and sighed happily with her eyes shut, I decided 
my other hunger was greater than my appetite, and quickly removed the trays from 
the bed and laid down beside her and sighed just as she had done.

"Tim?"

"Yeah Jennifer?"

"Lee says I'm supposed to want to give you a...  What is called?  When you suck 
on a guys dick?"

"A blow job?" I said, my dick making a very noticeable twitch.

"Yeah, a blow job.  She said that only prudes don't like giving boys blow jobs."

"Prudes?  Heheheh...  Why?  You think you're a prude?"

"Don't laugh..." she said, laughing herself.  "I know she's just trying to talk 
me into it because...  Well, because she's Lee and she wants me to do things 
like her, I guess.  What I want to know is, do you want me to?"

"What, give me head?  Jennifer, you do what you want to do.  That's what I 
want."

"You sure?  Because I really don't want to, but I know you're finding it hard 
to... keep your promise."

"Well, to tell you the truth, a blow job would only make me want another, and 
after a while I'd probably just get tired of them and want to do something even 
more.  Just forget about it.  I've had enough blow jobs in my life to last me 
three life times, but I'll only have one Jennifer.  And us laying here in bed 
nude like this I think proves that you're not a prude."

"I can't believe I'm not... all tense and stuff," she admitted.

"I'm glad you're not.  But you have to admit you're not really relaxed as you 
could be."

"I know.  But if I sit up and look at it, I'm afraid I might just..."

"What?"

"That I might just want to give you a blow job.  You know, just for a few 
moments want to, then try it and..."

"That won't happen, and you know it.  And if it makes you feel any better, I 
won't let you do it if you try, okay?"

"Yeah, okay.  Well... here I go.." she said, sitting up.

Three seconds later, she laid right back down with a "fump", and I turned to 
find her staring at the ceiling with a nervous smile painted on her pursed lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I didn't want to give you a blow job..." she said with some strain.

"Then what?"

"I don't know, but it made me feel all... hot all over."

"So?  What's wrong with that?"

"But it also made me feel...  Tingly down there."

"Yeah? So?"

"I haven't felt that since I stopped watching Lee and...  But this was a lot 
stronger and I..."

"Come on, Jennifer.  So it makes you horny looking at it.  So?  We both know 
we're not going to do anything beyond look and maybe a little feel.  You didn't 
want to suck it, did you?"

"Well, no, not exactly," she admitted.

"Then what exactly?"

"I wanted... I mean, I felt like I wanted...  to...  put it in me."

"Oh.  You mean you felt like you wanted to...  pardon my french, but fuck it?"

"Yes, exactly.  I wanted to do that, and I almost touched myself, and...  Look, 
can we do something else?  This isn't good for me."

"It made you wet, didn't it?"

"I think I'll just go and get dressed now," she said, moving away from me to get 
out of bed.

I gently took a hold of her arm and prevented her from getting out of bed, which 
she didn't really fight at all.

"Looking at my cock, hearing me talk about fucking and thinking of sucking my 
cock...  These things make you wet, don’t they?"

"Tim, I don't want to..."

"The make you wet, don’t they?!"

"Yes!  Alright! Yes.  They make me wet!" she said desperately without looking at 
me.

"And you feel bad that they do?"

"Yes.  My mom... She'd.."

"Jennifer," I sighed, sitting up and using both hands to make her face me.  "You 
know that getting wet simply means you're sexually aroused.  What's wrong with 
that?"

"My mom... When she found Lee having sex in her bed, Mommy said all sorts of 
things, talking about how much of a slut Lee was, that she would get wet at... 
at..."

"Oh, honey," I said, wiping her tear from her cheek.  "Your mom was upset, and 
wasn't thinking very straight.  Just because you get wet about sexual things 
doesn't make you a slut.  You know that."

"It doesn't?  Then what does?"

"Shit, Jennifer.  Uhm, I guess it's a girl or woman who will have sex with 
anyone because they love the physical pleasure it gives them.  You're not a 
slut.  Lee...  Well, yeah, I guess your mom was right in calling her one, but 
you're not.  You could never be a slut because you'll probably only have sex 
with one person in your life.  Hopefully that will be me, but it might not be, 
and that's okay."

"No it isn't.  I want you to be my only one.  I just wish...  Tim, are you?"

"What?  A slut?  Heh.  Well, I admit I've had my share of sex, but I don't have 
sex with just anyone.  Didn't I mean."

"Okay..." she sighed.  "So I'm not dirty if I get wet.  Okay.  I guess I can..."

She sat up and stared at my soft dick for a few moments, then said, "Can you 
make it... You know... bigger again?"

"You wish..." I said as my cock responded to her request on its own.

"Doesn't it hurt when it get big like that?" she said, barely daring to breathe.

"Actually, it feels good.  <sigh> You know, if you weren't immune to it, I could 
do a two way with you and let you feel what it feels like."

"Really?" she said as she moved to examine it more closely.  "So you've felt 
what it's like to be a girl too?"

"Yeah.  It's not really all that different, but it is different, and it's really 
neat to feel it.  Uhm, Jennifer...  You know, you can touch it if you want."

"I don't think I want to just yet.  Maybe...  Maybe another time, though.  I 
don't want to go any further than this for now.  Is that okay?" she said, 
looking up at my face.

"Yeah, I can handle that I guess.  Hmm.. Come to think of it, all I'll want to 
do if you do touch it is to touch you down there, and then I know I'll end up 
eating you out."

"That's gross!" she said seriously.  "Why would you want to do something like 
that?"

"Well?  Why would anyone what to suck a cock?"

"That's different," she said, sounding a little unsure of herself as she said 
it.

"How?"

"Well, it just is, that's all.  Your dick isn't inside you, it's on the 
outside."

"So?  Our mouths are on the insides, and we've both explored each other's with 
our tongues."

"It smells funny," she said, trying to change the topic.

"To you maybe," I said as she bent over further and examined my balls, exposing 
her little red rose to my eyes for the very first time.

"What was that?" she said, noticing my dick having jumped.  "Hey, it's... crying 
or drooling."

"It does that when it gets excited about something," I said, wishing she'd go 
back to looking at my family jewels.  

"Looks like I'm not the only one who gets wet," she teased.

"Well, let's see," I said, unable to resist sliding my finger across her slit 
and feeling the moisture there.

She had froze when I had done that, but when I brought that finger up to taste 
the nector it had collected, she immediately got off the bed and ran into the 
bathroom like a scared rabbit ducking for cover.

"Shit," I said to myself as the bathroom door quietly shut and locked.  I look 
at my finger a moment, then went ahead and finished putting it in my mouth, and 
then sighed unhappily for it's taste was extremely arousing to my sex deprived 
brain.

After I felt her out with my empathic senses, I knew that I had blown my chances 
and that we wouldn't be laying nude in the bed together any time soon.  So I 
left and got dressed, my poor neglected buddy shriveling up before having to go 
back into his cave to stay.

She was still in the bathroom when I went back to get the dishes, so I told her 
I was dressed and suggested that it might be a good time for her dad and sister 
to come.

After getting no response, I reached out to her mind and found her deep into her 
new sense again, so I just took care of the dishes and then unlocked the 
bathroom door.

She was sitting on the toilet, apparently not wishing to wet herself while she 
was in her trance, but from what I could tell she would have still made a mess 
if she did go.

So I just diapered her and put her back in her bed, leaving her alone because I 
knew she would have been upset if I had done anything beyond that.

I spent a couple of hours copying some of the drawings for Joey, but ended up 
drawing pencil sketches of Jennifer, a couple of them of her in the nude.  They 
weren't sexual really.  I was trying to capture the beauty I saw about her body.  
But they ended up looking sexually inviting rather than sensually pleasing, and 
since I already had blue balls, I gave in and jerked myself off to the more 
erotic looking one of the three.

Shit, did I come.  I mean, that had been the first time I had jerked off for a 
long time, and it had really had felt... good.  I must have sat there with my 
cum dripping off my face and hands for at least fifteen minutes before snapping 
out of my post orgasm daze and realize Jennifer had watched me from the door.

I don't know why, but neither of us said anything, or acted like anything had 
happened.  I changed shirts since I had cum splattered all over the one I had 
been wearing, then went to look for her, finding her on the phone talking to her 
dad and Lee.

That evening after her family left, I was surprised when Jennifer wrapped her 
arms around me from behind and gave me a nice long hug as I was finishing the 
dishes from dinner.

"Tim?  You know what I want the most for my birthday next week?"

"No... What?" I said, turning around to take her in my arms when she had let me 
go.

"I'd like...  For us to shower together, touch each other, but only if you think 
you can do it without...  You know..."

"I won't, honey.  I'm sorry I did that.  It won't happen again.  I've even made 
myself unable to."

"Really?  So if I did... This?" she said pressing her hand against my crotch.

"Well.. I didn't mean.." I said before letting out a grunt of pleasure as she 
fondle it through my pants.

She let go with a wicked grin, then she said, "There.  That makes us even."

I had to smile back at her, then leaned forward to kiss her, but was stopped by 
her hand.

"Do me a favor tomorrow?" she said when I pulled back.

"Uhm, yeah.  Sure.  What?"

"After breakfast, you go and have some fun with Joey or Brad or someone while 
I'm being a zombie?  I don't think staring at me all day is very good for you.  
I promise I'll be fine, and tomorrow night I'll have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?  What kind of surprise?"

"Now have you ever told me what kind of surprise you were planning for me?"

"No..  But this is different."

"Not to me it isn't," she sang.  "So how about it?"

"What can I say but yes?  I'll call Joey in the morning.  He's been trying to 
get me to go out with him for weeks now you know."

"Good.  Okay... You may continue," she said, tilting her head and closing her 
eyes with a smile on her face, waiting for my kiss.

As I bent down to kiss her, I suddenly realized...  This wasn't the shy 
unassuming little girl I had fallen in love with three months ago.  There before 
me was...  Well, she wasn't a woman yet, but I knew that she was starting to 
bloom into the woman she was destined to be.  And the fact that she had enough 
confidence in herself to actually somewhat blackmail me into doing what she felt 
best for both of us proved it to me.

I kissed her, but for the first time I didn't kiss her like she was a fragile 
child like I always had.  The difference was how I held her in my arms.  It's a 
bit hard to explain, but the significant part of it was I didn't hold on so 
tight that all she had to do was kiss.  This time she had to hold on to me as 
well, and it was more satisfying for both of us this way.

I went to bed that night feeling content with myself and my life, yet excited 
about what the next day would contain.  I hoped it would be full of surprises 
and pleasure for everyone I spent it with, and it just so happens I was right, 
just entirely in a different way.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 5 -  Teacher's Day Off
(mf)

"So, what'ch ya wanna do today?" Joey asked with a grin when I answer the front 
door.

"Shit, I don't know.  I figured you'd have made a list as long as your arm, so I 
really haven't thought about it." I said as he came in and I closed the door.

"I take it having sex with a pair of triplets I met last week would be out of 
the question?"

"Yeah, you can pretty much cross out any kind of sex out for me."

"Well, that just about crosses off everything on my list," he sighed, plopping 
down on the couch in the family room.  "Where is the celibate red head anyway?"

"She's in her room playing zombie," I said as I sat down in the chair facing 
him.

"Really?  So have you... Checked to see if she's really a red head yet?"

"I didn't have to do anything sneaky like you're suggesting.  When I came home 
from school Friday, Jennifer and my mom were playing cards in the buff."

"Whoa...  I bet you were surprised."

"Yeah, you can say that again."

"So... How is your mom?  I haven't seen her since... Shit, before Christmas I 
think."

"She's doing okay.  I don't see her that much anymore myself, but I spent last 
Sunday with her and Richie, so we had some bonding time then.  How's your mom 
and dad doing?"

"They're all right.  You know that job my dad got about a year ago?  Well, he 
still has it.  We keep joking he's broken a record...  Uhm...  Dad's been 
talking about moving."

"Moving?  What, to a bigger house?"

"No...  To someplace closer to Central State.  They figure since Sarah lives 
there and I'll be going to school there...  They just don't really have much to 
tie them down here."

"Well, you can't blame them, can you?"

"No...  It's just...  I don't know.  It's hard to think of anyplace being home 
but the house we're in now.  You know what I mean?"

"Yeah...  I sometimes dream I'm still living in my old house.  I even miss it 
sometimes.  But you'll get over it Joey.  It's not the house, really.  It's the 
people who live in it, and the things you did there with them.  The house isn't 
alive.  It didn't do anything that any other house couldn't have done just as 
well."

"I know...  But...  Well, if my folks don't live around here..."

"You can always stay here, you know.  Nobody can blame you for wanting to come 
visit me and Suzi once in a while.  Oh, did Suzi ever decide where she's gonna 
go?"

"Yeah.  Her dad didn't like it, but she's gonna go to Central State with me.  He 
was really pissed when he found out she didn't want to go to Barnhoff College.  
I can understand why though.  I mean he's worked there for fifteen years...  So 
where are you going to go?  I keep asking you and you never say."

"That's because I don't know what I want to do yet," I admitted.

"I know what you mean," Joey said, stretching out on the couch.  "I can't decide 
if I want to go into engineering like my dad, or medical school like Sarah.  
Suzi wants to be social worker.  Can you believe that?  A social worker!"  Joey 
laughed.

"So?"

"So!?  I don't want to marry a social worker.  She'll be telling me...  Oh shit.  
I'm sorry, Tim."

"Huh?  Why?"

"Well... I mean," Joey said as he had one of his famous body blushes.  "I 
haven't like asked her or anything."

"Asked her what?"

"If she'd marry me," he said slowly while watching me carefully.

"Have you even talked to her about it?"

"I've tried, but she always looks at me like I'm crazy for mentioning it.  I get 
the feeling she's scared of hurting you as much as anything, and to tell you the 
truth, so am I."

"Why?  No offense Joey, but I don't want to marry Suzi, or you for that matter.  
Sure, I might be upset if you two do tie the knot, but not as upset if I found 
out you two didn't because you were worried about me.  Shit Joey.  How long have 
I been saying I knew you two were meant for each other?  Three years?"

"Something like that," Joey admitted sadly.  "Timmy, tell me the truth.  Have 
you ever seriously considered... the three of us..."

"What, getting married?" I laughed.  Then I got serious and said, "Yeah, I guess 
at one time I did, but not any more.  Come on, Joey.  Don't get all glum on me.  
We're supposed to have fun, not sit around getting depressed.  Hey, I know what 
will cheer you up.  How about a little mud wrestling?"

"Yeah, okay," he said, trying to smile convincingly.  "But this time can we do 
it right?"

"You mean without the suits?  Yeah, okay.  Jennifer told me to have fun, so I'll 
have fun."

We went down to the gym, and after mixing up the instant mud, we stripped, and I 
found Joey's cock at full mast staring at me with its single eye.

"Shit, Joey," I said, feeling a bit unsettled from his severe erection.

"Hey, can I help it if my cock likes to play in the mud?"

"You know that it isn't just the mud it likes," I said warily.

"What's the matter, Tim?  You afraid of Joey's big bad fuck stick all of a 
sudden?"

"Depends on what big bad Joey intends to do with it."

"Look, you've made it perfectly clear you don't to have any sex today, so just 
cool it, okay?  I'm not going fuck you, so relax and get your ass in the mud."

He kept his word, even though he stretched it a couple of times by purposely 
slipping his cock between my ass cheeks and once even touched his cock's tip to 
my rose.  Physically I wasn't much of a match for Joey any more, for he weighed 
had at least sixty pounds more than I did, and all of that was in pure fatless 
muscle.  He also was a good four inches taller than me, but despite all these 
advantages, I was quicker and slippier than he was, so over all we were fairly 
evenly matched.

We wrestled until noon, then showered separately since by that time I had gotten 
a woody myself and knew neither would be able to control ourselves in the shower 
if we were both in there at the same time.

I went first, then made us some sandwiches while he was showering, then we ate 
together in the nude feeling a little more comfortable about it after having 
survived all the temptations that the mud wrestling had provided.

We went to the pool room and ate our lunches sitting in the lawn chairs next to 
a table.

"So, if you haven't had sex in.. How long?"

"Sixty three days" I sighed.

"Shit!  Two whole months!?  Damn, Tim.  I could have never lasted this long."

"You would have if Suzi..."

"No I wouldn't.  I mean, I love Suzi and all, but I wouldn't have given up my 
fucks for her."

"You might surprise yourself, Joey.  After all, you gave up a life of having a 
town full of slaves mainly because of her."

"Well, it wasn't just her, and who said I gave up having slaves?"

"What do you mean by that?" I said somewhat suspiciously.

"Don't start with that shit.  You know how I feel about anyone telling me what I 
can or can't do with my own abilities."

"Yeah, but the way you said it made it sound..."

"And what if I did?  Huh?  Shit Tim.  Your dad has slaves, your MOM has slaves, 
my sister has slaves...  How come they all can have slaves and you don't care, 
but if I have them, well you just have to put..."

"Okay, okay...  Just promise me one thing.  Let them have a life of their own to 
live.  Don't make them your fuck and suck slave with no other life or 
purpose..."

"Tim," Joey somberly said in a soft voice.  "I thought you knew me better than 
that.  I'd never do that.  That was Steven, not me.  To do that would be like... 
Well, it would be the same as killing them, and I couldn't do that, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Joey.  I guess after all you've been through...  All we've been 
through, I'm just not sure about anything any more.  For now on, I'll work it 
the same way as I do with my parents.  I won't interfere in your affairs as long 
as you stay away from the people I care about.  Deal?"

"Deal."

"Well, now that we cleared that up...  So do you?"

"What?"

"Have slaves?"

He looked at me with a calculating gaze, then said, "A few."

"Thought so.  Who?"

"Nobody you know."

"Does Suzi know?"

"She knows that I have them, but doesn't know who or how many."

"So how many do you have?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Come on, Joey.  Who else can you brag this kind of thing to?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yeah.  Don't you trust me?"

"I suppose..."

"Well?"

"Five."

"Really?  Wow.  Five...  Shit.  Let's change the subject.  I'm getting horny 
again."

"You really are, aren't you?" Joey said with some relief.  "I thought you might 
be leading me on to try and...  Never mind.  Okay.  So what do you want to talk 
about?"

The door bell rang, and Joey raised his eyebrow while I scanned to see who it 
was.

"It's just Brad.  I'll just let him know to come in."

A few minutes later, Brad walked in saying, "Hey, what's..  Holy shit.."

"What's up Brad?" Joey said smiling.  "What?  Can't two buddies lay around the 
pool naked?"

"Uh.. Sure man.. whatever.."

"Then get your buns out those clothes and grab a chair," I said, grinning.

"Uh.. I'll pass, man..  I don't wanna.. uh.."

"Chicken," Joey mocked..

"Braaakk! Brk brk Braaaaak!" I clucked.

"Shit.  If either one of you touch me, I'll... Shit, man..."

We watched him blushing furiously as he pulled off his clothes, and while Joey 
just kind of looked on after having played his little joke, I assessed Brad's 
physical form and found he certainly did have a nice body... for a guy.

"Shit," Brad muttered after plopping down in a chair.  "Where's the pussy, man?  
I thought there would be some pussy here.."

"Why?  Sandi not giving you enough?" Joey teased.

"Shit, man..  Don't get started."

"Really?" I said, finding there was some truth to it.

"Ever since I took that Michelle chick to the prom, Sandi's been playing hard to 
get.  I haven't fucked her in over three days!  I'm dyin', man."

"Shit, Brad.. Tim here hasn't had sex for.. What was it? Sixty three days?"

"Yeah.. Sixty three.  Heh..  You know I just realized... Jennifer's birthday 
just happens to fall on the sixty ninth day.."

"What ya gonna do, man?  Give her a car?"

"Yeah, whatcha got planned for her birthday.  Like the whole school is 
wondering."

"Well, with her breaking out and all, I really haven't.."

"Her what?" Brad asked.

"How about a soda or something, Brad?" I asked, seeing how both Joey and I were 
sipping on our drinks left over from lunch, he kind of looked a little... bare 
without one himself.

"How about a real drink," Brad suggested.

"Hmmm...  You know, that doesn't sound bad," Joey said honestly.

"Okay, but if either of you get drunk, you're staying the night, and don't blame 
me if Jennifer accidentally makes you... uhm..  never mind."

"What?" Brad said as he and Joey got up and followed me to the wet bar.

"You might as well tell him," Joey thought to me.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said out loud.

"Hey, man...  You guys aren't...  Playin' a joke on me, are ya?"

"No Brad...  So what do you want?  Name your poison, gentlemen."

"Beer," Brad simply said.

"I'll take a..  brandy.  On the rocks."

"Eww..  mister sophisticated," Brad teased.

"What are you gonna have, Tim?" Joey asked, ignoring Brad.

"I wasn't actually going to have anything," I admitted, passing them their 
drinks.

"Come on, man?  What's the point if we don't all three have one."

"Yeah... You chicken?" Joey teased.

"BrrraK!" Brad croaked before coughing.

"You guys can get wasted if you want to, Jennifer promised me a surprise 
tonight, and I'm not going to take any chances at screwing it up."

"HAH! So she's got him right where she wants him," Joey teased.

"Yeah, man..  He may be the one with powers, but she's the one with control."

"For your information, Brad, Jennifer has the powers too, so don't be making fun 
of her or me, otherwise...   You might just wind up being her play thing like 
last week at this time."

"Shit.  You mean..."

"Yep."

"You're joking..  He's joking, right?" Brad said to Joey.

"Fraid not.  Remember at the dance?"

"Shit..  I knew something was up with that.   Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because she didn't want to be a telepath.  Sorry, Brad.  It was her choice, not 
mine.  But now..."

"Shit...  Oh man...  Shit...  I'm gonna wind up being her little fuck toy, I 
know it.."

"No you're not.." I said, frowning.  "She's not like that.  Besides, I won't let 
her, okay?"

"Shit... Thanks man.. You're a real buddy..  Can I have a refill?"

"Me too, I guess."

The doorbell rang again, and when I found out who it was, I just stayed cool and 
told them to come in.

"You know.." Joey started, "I really am starting to miss John...  Good old 
John...  We had so much fun doing...  Uhm... Doing...  What did we do that was 
fun, anyway?"

"Talk about girls, probably," Suzi said from the door.  "Well, well, well..  
Looky here..  The three hottest guys in our school, all naked and... getting 
drunk by the looks of it."

"Tim's not," Brad pointed out.

"Mmmmm," Suzi said, taking a nice long look at Brad.  "Brad, you look good 
enough to eat."

"I know..." Brad said with a stupid grin on his face. 

"Shit, Brad," Joey said.  "Two beers and you're already drunk."

"I am not," Brad said, standing up straight, touching his nose repeatedly, then 
walking a straight line.  "See?"

"So, what's up, Suz?" I said, avoiding getting into it. 

"Oh, I got a letter from Eric yesterday, and thought you might want to read it."

"You mean that fag kid?" Brad asked.

"Heh..  Not any more," Joey said, giving Suzi a twinkling look.

"What?" I said in a somewhat laughing cry.

Suzi handed the envelope to me, and as soon as I read the first line, I had to 
exclaim, "Holy shit.  Eric's in love with a girl!"

"Whoa...  They're not supposed to do that," Brad said, getting up and walking 
over to read over my shoulder.

"What's the matter, Tim?" Suzi said when she saw me frown.

"Candice.  His girlfriend.  I know her.  Brad, you remember her.  She and Eric 
danced a lot at my mom's and dad's wedding reception."

"Yeah, man...  I remember her.  She wasn't much to look at though."

"I met her too," Suzi revealed.  "At your funeral.  That was the only time Eric 
ever let go of my hand to..  Shit, I miss him."

Joey walked over behind her and wrapped his big arms around her petite frame and 
gave her a kiss on the top of the head.  She tilted her head sideways to lean it 
on his left arm, and the just stood there while I finished reading the letter.

"It does sound like he really loves her.." I concluded at the end.

"But?" Joey said, hearing it in my voice.

"Well, the thing is, Candice...  She was a telepath too, and she really liked 
Eric a lot, but part of that was because she knew I wouldn't let her mess with 
his head.  But when I wasn't around...  I can't help but wonder if she... You 
know...  Made him love her."

"Timmy, I'm not saying you're wrong, but..." Suzi began.

"What Suz?"

"Ever since your funeral, Eric has been miserable.  Oh, he got better after a 
while, but when he moved...  Well, this is the first letter he's written to me 
that he didn't sound like he wanted to die or something.  I don't like the idea 
of someone using Eric any more than you do, but..."

"I understand.  Well, I doubt Candice will harm him any...  How about we go see 
him this summer and find out what's really going on, and then we can decide what 
to do if Candice has tampered with him."

"Hey, he didn't even mention you," Brad pointed out.

"I know, Brad," I said without emotion.

"Shit, Brad.  Why don't you just stab him in the heart with a chainsaw," Joey 
growled.

"It's okay, Joey.  I don't feel the least bit upset," I said honestly.

Suzi and Joey both looked a little concerned from that, so I smiled and said, 
"Hey, will you two stop worrying about me?  I'm fine.  Really.  What, you want 
me to be miserable about something I can't help?"

They didn't say anything, so I just folded up the letter and put it back in the 
envelope before handing back to Suzi with a "Thank you."

"I feel like a little dip in the pool.  Wanna join me Suzi?" Brad said with a 
charming smile.

"I'd love to," Suzi said, stepping out of Joey's arms and starts to undress.

"Shit," Joey said, rolling his eyes up.  "I guess that means you're gonna wanna 
fuck him afterwards."

"Are you saying I can't?" Suzi said with a surprisingly amount of hostility in 
her voice.

"No!" Joey said crankily.  "Shit, Suz.  At least I don't go fucking other girls 
around you.  First Eric, then Greg, then what's his name... The geek with the 
blue eyes..."

"Jacob?"

"No.  Jacob?  I don't remember a Jacob.  I'm talkin' about the one you fucked in 
my back seat."

"Toby."

"Yeah..  Who's Jacob?"

"Oh.. just someone I met at the mall," Suzi said off handedly as she posed for 
Brad who was all eyes and cock at the time.

"Uhm, I'm going to go check on Jennifer," I said, seeing that they weren't going 
to make it into the pool."

"Come on, Tim," Joey begged.  "Don't leave me here while they do it."

I ignored him, feeling rather confused and torn by all the emotions starting to 
run through me.  All I could think about was getting back to Jennifer, 
desperately needing to refocus emotions on my love for her instead of the 
arousal and loyalties I felt for my friends.

When I got to her room, I found her bed empty, and after checking the bathroom, 
I sent out a pulse to find her.  By the time I reached the kitchen, I was 
starting to feel better already, but not as much as when I saw her face light up 
with unexpected pleasure from my mere presence.

"Hi.  You having fun?" she said, welcoming my hugging her while still sitting at 
the kitchen table.

"I was," I admitted.

"What's the matter?  Did Joey try to kiss you?" she teased.

"No...  Brad came over around one, and Suzi got her a little while ago too.  
Everything was fine until Suzi decided she wanted to fuck Brad.  I didn't want 
to see that, so I came to find you."

"That's sweet," she said a bit off handedly.  "By the way, I enjoyed watching 
you and Joey wrestle this morning.  You two got me wet."

I blinked at her admission, having never expected her to just blurt something 
like that out.  I could feel she was distracted by something, but I couldn't 
tell without peeking, and I wasn't about to invade her privacy without her 
invitation.

"How are things going for you?" I managed to ask.

"Oh, they're going okay.  I'm almost done, I think.  I just have a few more 
streams to work out, and then I'll.."

"Hold it.  Explain what you mean by that."

"By what?" she said, giving me her full attention for the first time since I 
walked into the kitchen.

"A few more streams to work out?  I though you were just...  I don't know.  
Feeling out the symbols."

"What?  I did all that the first day!"

"Then what have you been doing all this time?"

"Oh, plenty.  I'll tell you all about it tonight, but I'm just about finished 
eating my lunch, and then I want to get back to work.  So could you just..  Go 
play with your friends for now?"

"No.  Not unless you want to see me go nuts with lust.  I'll be...  around... 
somewhere."

I left her sitting there, her mind already thinking about other things while her 
eyes watched me leave.  I knew she was just incredibly involved with the symbols 
and all, so I wasn't really hurt she hadn't taken me seriously.  But I was 
feeling unsettled about it all, especially after I peeked in the pool room and 
found both Brad and Joey working on Suzi with their cocks.

After having a slight hyperventilation attack, I decided the best thing for me 
to do was to go take a ride in Midge.

Even though it was still February, it almost in the fifties which made it feel 
like spring outside.  I spent nearly an hour up in the air buzzing around, and 
when I was coming back to the front of the mansion, I noticed Suzi's and Brad's 
cars were gone, but one of our limos had arrived.

To find Joey sucking on _my_ breast, er, that is, my mom's right breast, 
surprisingly made me feel very calm and emotionless, and I watched as Joey drank 
his fill before mounting my mom and fuck her wildly.

After they had both worn themselves out, they noticed me standing there with an 
emotionless expression on my face.  Their own faces experienced a wide range of 
emotional contortions, and I just stood there and watched them until they both 
ended on guilt before saying, "Well, now that you have that out of your system, 
are you staying for dinner?  It's nearly five o'clock."

They exchanged looks of concern, so I added, "I'll just give you a few minutes 
to decide.  I'll be in the kitchen," and left them there to start preparing the 
meal.

"What you gonna have?" Joey asked a few minutes later as he entered the kitchen.

"I was going to cook a roast, but I waited too long to start.  So I'm going to 
fix spaghetti instead."

"Hey..." he said, putting his hand on my back in a friendly comforting way.  
"Look, I'm... I'm sorry..."

"You shouldn't be.  So are you going to eat here?  I need to know how much 
spaghetti to cook."

Joey took hold of my shoulders and turned me towards him to look me in the eyes.  
He attempted to trigger one of those empathic connections, but I didn't have 
the.... empathy I guess to do it.

"Shit," he said when he finally gave up.  With eyes full of concern, he then 
said "Come on, Tim.  You were doing so good."

"You're being emotional, Joey.  I'm fine.  Now, could you please answer my 
question?"

"Yes, I'll stay!" he burst out before letting me go and turning to walk out.  
"Shit...  I can't believe I...  Fuck!"

A few minutes later, I felt my mother's mind gently touching mine.  It was her 
way of asking my permission to probe me, and once I lowered my barriers to her, 
I ignored her scans while I fixed the salad and warmed the sauce in the 
microwave.

I was a little surprised to find them both dressed when I announced dinner was 
ready, but as I had anticipated, they were both very quiet and sullen during our 
meal.

"Tim, does Jennifer know about what happened last summer?" Joey asked after we 
had both taken a second helping.

"No, not yet.  I haven't told her about any of the unpleasant stuff yet.  I 
will, though.  Soon."

"I think you better tell her about it tonight or she might flip out from the way 
you're acting," Joey said carefully.

"And how am I acting?" I asked surprised.

"Cold, honey," my mom inserted.  "Just like when Joey first brought you home."

"Perhaps with you two," I said honestly.  "But with Jennifer it is different."

I really hadn't intended on hurting their feelings like that, and I instantly 
apologized, but there was no... warmth in my voice which was precisely what 
there needed to be to comfort them.

My mom tried to warm me up while we were cleaning up the dishes by giving me a 
hug, but I didn't feel anything from it and just passively accepted it without 
returning any of the love she was trying to express.

After my mom failed, she announce she had to get going, and while I was 
perfectly aware that she was extremely upset as she left, I felt no motivation 
to comfort her, for I felt nothing emotionally at all.

Joey stuck around a while longer trying to get me to joke around with him or 
something, but around seven o'clock he decided to go for broke.

"Hey, do I have something in my eye right here?" I said suddenly while we were 
watching a movie in the study.

"Where?" I asked, leaning forward to see.

"Right here..." he said before pressing his lips against mine and attempting to 
embrace me with his kiss.

A sort of blackness flowed through me, not an evil blackness, just a blackness.  
I didn't go numb, I didn't black out, I just didn't find his embrace or kiss 
pleasurable or stimulating in the least.  I didn't resist him, yet I didn't aid 
him either.  My eyes stayed open while his were shut, and as he attempted to 
push his tongue in my mouth, he suddenly felt as if he was kissing a lifeless 
mannequin and instantly withdrew. 

The hurt expression on his face only grew worse as I emotionlessly stared at him 
not knowing what to say or do.  He finally got up without a word, but I did 
catch his slight sob as he left the study to go home.

I didn't care.  I had absolutely no feelings of compassion or tenderness within 
me at the time.  In fact, I sat there watching the movie without feeling 
anything at all, not even bothering to stop the tape when it finished for the 
blank screen and later the screen of static was as interesting and entertaining 
as the movie had been.

When ten o'clock came around, I finally got and shut the system down, used the 
potty, took a shower, then sat down on Jennifer's bed and waited for her to come 
back to life.

Just sitting there watching her breathe did something to me.  Slowly my feelings 
for her drifted back to me, and after a while I finally let my ridged posture 
relax before I laid down beside her and lovingly caressed the bangs of her red 
hair.

I was half asleep when I heard her speak to me, and I instantly snapped to full 
alertness as she turned onto her side to face me.

"Hi," she said softly while smiling sweetly to me.

"Hi to you too," I said with love.

"You been waiting long?"

"Not long.  I love you."

"I love you too.  Would you like to know what I've been doing now?"

"Can we...  Just...  Hug for a few minutes first?" I said with emotion.

"Sure we can...  Why?  What's wrong?"

I didn't answer her for I began feeling a wall of emotion coming loose from 
within me somewhere that I needed to tie down before it buried whatever 
emotional stability I possessed. 

She didn't repeat her question once I reached around her and clung to her like a 
little child.  I don't know how long I held onto her like that, but once I came 
to equilibrium, I let go and gave her a simple kiss on the lips.

That night she shared with me what I consider even to this day as the most 
wonderful gift anyone has ever given me.  Jennifer's understanding of the 
symbols and their streams went far beyond my own.  I quickly realized that where 
I was gifted in what I considered to be the classical telepathic method, 
Jennifer was gifted in this new form of telepathy.  That of the symbols and 
their streams.

We were like two puzzle pieces, one filling the gap in the other's 
understanding, very aware that what the other offered was necessary to complete 
their own understanding, yet would be always partial to methods they had the 
natural gift to use.

Jennifer's gift to me was to take me on a tour of her own mind, explaining 
everything to the tiniest details, and introducing me to concepts which I hadn't 
even guessed at before.  There was just so much that I couldn't take it all in, 
and yet neither of us had any intention of stopping or slowing down, for it was 
the greatest bonding experience we could have imagined or felt.

We finished our tour somewhere around four in the morning, and even though we 
were both exhausted, there was something else Jennifer wanted to do before going 
to sleep.

Mud wresting at four in the morning wasn't exactly what I would call romantic, 
but we both enjoyed it immensely, even if we did have clothes on.  She wouldn't 
let me shower with her, and I really tried every trick to get her to do it too.  
But Jennifer had made up her mind that it would be her birthday present, and I 
was bound by my love to honor her wish, and eventually went to my own room to 
lay in bed for two hours before having to get up and go to school.  

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 6 - Her First Day Out
(mc oral)

"Good morning.  You look like you're happy to be going back to school." I said 
as she got in my car Tuesday morning.

"You must have read my mind," she joked before kissing me on the lips.

"How did it feel to sleep in your own bed last night?" I said as I waved to Lee 
and pulled out of her driveway.

"Actually," she yawned, "I didn't get much sleep.  Lee kept me up until two..."

I waited patiently as she yawned again and then stretched, enjoying the glowing 
happiness she was emitting to my empathic senses.

"And I think I've gotten too used to sleeping in a bigger bed.  I was almost 
afraid to move in my little twin bed."

"Sounds like you'll be getting a bigger bed for your birthday," I teased.

"Don't do that!" she laughed.

"Is that perfume?" I said, suddenly getting a whiff of something flowery and 
sweet.

"Do you like it?  Lee got for me."

"Usually I don't care for perfume, but in this case...  It... It smells like 
roses..."

"Uh huh...  I thought you'd like it," she said proudly.

We chattered back and forth the way to school, never mentioning anything about 
the symbols or telepathy or any of that.  It was just her and I being two normal 
teens who happened to be in love.

But when we entered the school and Jennifer saw all the symbols spinning around 
the countless minds in the hall, she stopped in her tracks and sighed, "Ewwww...  
Look at them all..."

"Heh.  I knew you'd get a kick out of it.  Hey.  I want to show you something.  
This is what Joey and I call a blanket command."

I formed the blanket, then tossed it over the crowd, Jennifer giggling when 
everyone instantaneously jumped up once without noticing they and everyone else 
had done so.

"That was really neat!  The symbols...  You had just enough for everyone, and 
they all reached everyone at the same time, even the people at the end of the 
hall...  You have to show me that one later.  It must have taken you a long time 
to figure that out."

"Well, actually..." I began before noticing Higgs giving me a "That wasn't 
funny," look standing in the middle of the hall.  "Uhm, Jennifer... like don't 
play around with anyone at school, okay?  Higgs would really get pissed if you 
did, and I owe him a lot.  All right?"

She sighed, then noticed Higgs herself and quickly glanced away from him shyly.

"Okay... I won't.  But you said you'd show me stuff today..."

"I will, but not during school, okay?  Meet me upstairs after school.  I know a 
few people who owe me a few favors that will agree to let us... Uhm...  practice 
on them."

"Really?  Okay.  I love you."

I gave her the kiss and thought to her "I love you too."

While technically I couldn't actually send her my thoughts like I did everyone 
else, her telepathic senses had matured enough to detect my attempt and 
automatically intercept it, ending up experiencing the same thing as everyone 
else, just with a little more work involved for her.

Higgs let a small hint of a smile show through his principal mask of sternness, 
so when I reached his position I just said, "I did warn you before I did it."

"I didn't expect everyone in the office to jump too," he said with a trace of 
humor as we began walking in the direction of my locker.  "It was a good thing 
Joyce didn't have the coffee pot in her hand.  She would have scalded herself 
for sure."

"Lucky for her, huh..." I said amused. 

"So you did make her have that sneezing fit," he stated.

As three people in different areas of the hallway started sneezing at the same 
time, I said, "Now what makes you think that?"

He chuckled, but then got very serious and said, "I hope you don't let your 
feelings for her blind you when she reaches that point where she will need you 
to be firm with her.  You do know she's going to abuse her powers at some point, 
and you're the only one who can...  reprimand her."

"You mean punish her," I said uncomfortably as I opened my locker.

"No...  You punish someone if they do something they know to be wrong.  I don't 
believe Jennifer will know she's doing anything wrong when she does it, so I 
suppose the best word for it would be to correct her.  Have her fix her mistake 
if possible, and make sure she understands that you will not tolerate that kind 
of abuse ever again.  The most important thing you have to remember is to be 
firm.  But not vindictive.  That would be even worse than punishment."

"Okay...  I'll remember that."

"Tim..." he said as he became filled with doubt.  "I'm taking an awfully big 
risk here by allowing her back to school like this.  It's almost a certainty 
that she'll do whatever she does here."

I sighed, feeling the weight of the responsibility for Jennifer's future actions 
being set "firmly" on my shoulders.  I shut my locker's door very carefully, 
allowing it to only make the slightest "clink" of the latch as I accepted the 
possibilities of what could lay ahead.  Before Higgs had made me face them, I 
had simply acknowledged their existence without really taking them seriously.  
But when I turned around and looked up at him, he saw that I was looking at the 
whole picture without covering the less pleasant part with my thumb, and was 
satisfied by my nod of committal to do whatever had to be done.

Despite my excitement for what I wanted to show Jennifer later that day, I 
couldn't help but feel a bit...  Well, disappointed doesn't really describe it 
well enough, but it's the closest thing I can think of to what I felt.  I had 
been looking forward to showing her my more elaborate uses of my abilities ever 
since... Well, heck.  Even before I found out she was telepathic.  And now that 
she could actually appreciate the true nature of what I would be showing her, 
having the responsibility of making sure she didn't use what I was showing in a 
bad way just kind of took some of the fun or pleasure out of it for me.

The worse part of it was, Higgs doubts had produced a lurking doubt within me 
where there hadn't been any before.  And this doubt didn't have anything to do 
with Jennifer directly.  It was the worse kind of doubt, for self doubt poised 
the greatest danger of failing to "correct" Jennifer's mistakes if and when she 
made them.

My mood lighten at lunchtime just because I was with her for a while, but even 
then I felt more conscious of how powerful Jennifer would be once she had gained 
all the knowledge I would be sharing with her in the weeks ahead.

Suzi surprised me in fifth hour asking me if I and Jennifer could go to the 
basketball game with her on Friday.

"I'll see if she wants to go, but why isn't Joey..."

"He's busy..." she said in an aggravated voice.  "Joey always has an excuse not 
to go.  I'm the president of the student council and I have yet to see one 
single basketball game this year.  You know how well they are doing."

"Yeah.  They haven't lost a game yet.  Okay, Suz.  I'm sure Jennifer will go, 
especially if I mention the fact nobody knows who the mascot is."

"Do you know who it is?" she asked with interest.

"Heh.  Sorry Suz.  Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell.  That's the best kept 
secret in the school, and I'm not about to let it out.  Jennifer might 
though..."

"Hmmph.  Oh well.  If Jennifer doesn't tell me either, I guess I could always 
ask Jo..."

We both looked at each other with the same thought, then Suzi said, "You have to 
tell me if it is him."

"Oh, I will.  I promise."

-------------------

"Sorry I'm late," Jennifer said as she burst into the room on the third floor.  
"I wasn't paying atten..."

She never finished her sentence since only the three girls I had recruited that 
day were currently in the room.

"Where's Tim?" she asked them.

They just sat there and smiled sweetly at her, then just as Jennifer tried to 
probe them, I touched her shoulder which made her jump a foot off the ground.

"HOW did you sneak up on me!" she said, half amazed, half irritated.

"You already depend on your abilities too much, sweetie," I said attempting to 
give her a wicked kiss.

"Now now.." she said, pushing my face away playfully.  "None of that while 
you're on duty, teach."

I sighed discontentedly, then was happy to accept the simple kiss on the lips 
that caused a bit of a stir with the three freshmen sitting on the couch.

Jennifer's eyes sparkled with energy knowing why they were whispering while we 
stood there enjoying the moment.  I realized she had used her abilities to peek 
in the minds of her classmates and had found a great number of the girls in her 
classes were jealous of her.  At first she had felt upset and threatened by the 
number of girls who would love to take her place, but then it sunk in.  She 
accepted she was special, but not for the reasons I had given her all this time.  
She knew we shared something in common that none of those other girls possessed.  
Telepathy, and even more importantly to her, the sight for the symbols which she 
knew even most telepaths didn't have.

"We were meant for each other, weren't we?" she thought to me.

"I'd like to think so," I replied.  "My love, please don't let it go to your 
head.  Always remember what it was like before you could read the thoughts of 
others.  Remember when I said I was proud of you?"

"Yes.  You said I always thought about others before myself."

"Something like that, yes.  Oh baby, it's so important that you never lose that.  
Everyone has the right to live their own lives, to be their own person.  Not 
everyone believes in this, but I do, and I want you to too.  It's like at the 
heart of my being, the thing that makes me who I am.  Do you understand?"

"Yes..." she thought to me before kissing me on the chest and giving me a hug.

Once we both had recovered from our little private exchange, we got down to 
business.  Jennifer absolutely amazed me with her talent concerning the symbols.  
You see, instead of showing her how to make people think or do things she 
wanted, I started out doing just the opposite, and that was how to undo that 
sort of thing.

The idea basically came from the karate classes I never personally took.  The 
first thing you learn is how to fall without hurting yourself, so I figured I 
best teach Jennifer how to take her falls by showing her how to undo anything 
she might accidentally do by mistake.

This truly was where she had a clear advantage over me, however.  I tried to 
explain how the commands felt inside a person's mind, and after patiently 
listening to my descriptions, she asked me to demonstrate it.  When I altered 
one of the girls significantly by making her think she was a frog, Jennifer not 
only undid the frog commands, but the commands I had used to undo the damage 
Scott's eight grade history teacher had done.

I was so shocked that I had her do it again, and learned that she could see or 
otherwise sense what the streams of a person's mind were supposed be in their 
natural unaltered state.

Actually, she later clarified it to be more like smoothing out the streams to a 
more natural appearance, admitting she couldn't really know for sure what their 
original minds had been like and just made the streams of symbols flow in an 
order that seemed as natural as her own, knowing that she had never been altered 
herself.  This clarification came out when I realized the three girls should 
have lost their intense desire for giving head if Jennifer had restored them to 
their pre-Underwood state of mind.

I allowed Jennifer to take her shot at fixing one of the girl's fixation on 
giving blow jobs, and to my amazement and somewhat disturbance, she did so 
without leaving any trace of tampering.

There were some side effects, however.  The largest came to the fact that 
Jennifer hadn't affected their memory in the altering of their thought 
processes.  If I hadn't felt one of the girls feeling disturbed about her blow 
job experiences, all three of them might of left there with a psychological time 
bomb ticking in their heads.

So Jennifer did have quite a bit of learning to do, and I was glad to find her 
accepting the fact that manipulation of the symbol streams was not the absolute 
answer to every problem.

Over the next three days, Jennifer's confidence and knowledge grew at a rate I 
never would have believed.  Everything which I explained or described to her was 
in the terms of how I knew it best which boiled down to commands and sensations.  
Jennifer used these to guide her in learning how to do it from the symbols and 
their streams point of view, and while we differed on the implementation, 
Jennifer managed to work it so the resulting "footprint" as I called it was the 
same and easily detected and removed by myself or any other experienced 
telepath.

I was very please with her and myself when she admitted that sensing for the 
commands other's had inserted into a person's minds was a better way to find and 
remove them rather than blindly "smoothing" the streams out by removing groups 
of symbols and inserting others that gave the stream a... well, smoother look.

I admit I learned a considerable amount myself, for I had never grasped how 
important the placement of the symbols were in a stream, and how they affected 
other streams as well.  Heck, I still don't fully understand it, and I've been 
studying them for nearly ten years now.

Friday after school we met upstairs as usual, but this time instead of having 
some of Underwood's graduates from his cock sucking school, I had brought some 
of my dad's slaves in hopes of this being the best way to introduce her to my 
parents' activities.

"Jennifer, I would like for you to meet Carol, Vicki, and Korben."

"Hello," Jennifer said politely before looking up at me with a confused 
expression.

"Honey, before you look in their heads, you should know that even though I would 
never do this sort of thing to anyone myself, I've had to accept that I can't 
force others to live by my rules, or see things the way I see them.  If I did, 
I'd never get any peace, and there would be a good chance that I would be made 
like them at some point."

"I don't understand," she said before gasping from her initial probes.

I had to lead her over to the recliner after she had almost fallen over while 
becoming so absorbed in scanning Carol's mind that she wasn't paying attention 
to her body anymore.  I felt her move on to Vicki's, then suddenly gasped again 
and then looked at me with an expression that told me she had found a memory 
that contained me.

Her empty eyes filled with unshed tears as I watched her in deep concentration.  
I expected her to try and undo the deeply embedded enslavement commands at any 
moment, but she didn't and just moved on to Korben.

Korben was actually one of my mom's, and he was the only one of her slaves who 
she had altered beyond what enslavement had called for.  Korben was a convict 
who's three life time sentences without parole had made him a somewhat willing 
participant in an experimental program involving reconditioning war time vets 
with psychological problems to be more productive and receive more hospitable 
living conditions in return.

The program was actually a front for one telepath's idea of reducing the number 
of innocent people being enslaved while at the same time reducing the number of 
prisoners that would otherwise simply rot in jail for the rest of their lives.

The new and improved Korben had no memory of the training or the hell he lived 
through in Vietnam, and as far as he knew he had served my mother since the day 
before he had been shipped to boot camp at the age of eighteen.  My mom had been 
pretty thorough in constructing fifteen years of memories, but yet Korben didn't 
act natural, slave or no slave.  Oh, there were some physical factors such as 
the damage done from fifteen years of smoking a number of different drugs and 
the time he had been shot in the head in Nam, but these were simply challenges 
to overcome for an experienced telepath, for the most important aspect to 
enslavement was what you used as the primary motivator.

Okay, so you can turn them into zombies, or robots, or simpletons who just don't 
know any better.  But doing that removes their creativity and a significant 
portion of their humanity, so most people prefer slaves who are more or less 
themselves except driven to obey and serve by some motivator instilled by the 
enslavor.

Korben had all the classical motivators, plus some of the more exotic ones, and 
I had even developed one of those myself when I realized he was miserable and 
needed help.  Pleasure, pain, love, hate, those were the favorites, and ninety 
nine percent of the people out there who have been enslaved by a telepath are 
motivated by one or a combination of these four.

The problem with Korben was his life had sucked so bad that the four primary 
motivators simply didn't really work very well, and even my jury rigged fantasy 
dreamstate which gave him seven hours a day of living a life of his liking 
didn't drive him to serve his functions, so for the most part he was one of 
those robot zombies.

Anyway, his mind was so deformed from his life and the changes made by who knows 
how many telepaths that he simply was unable to function without someone else's 
direction or running the risk he would go berserk and kill anyone he could get 
his hands on. 

But while I was selecting the slaves to show Jennifer the night before, I 
recognized what Jennifer would have called juttiness in Korben's streams of 
symbols.  I hoped that Jennifer could fix him, and as she examined the terribly 
malformed streams of symbols seemingly clunking about his head, I felt her 
compassion surge and knew she had decided that she would fix him whether I 
wished her to or not.

As I felt her return her focus to her regular senses, I smiled and stroked the 
side of her face before seeing she wasn't sure she like that right then or not.

"Why?" she simply asked a bit shakily once I had removed my hand from her face.

"You'll have to be a little more..."

"Why are you showing me how... Horrible your family is!" she said, getting 
upset.

"Because you would have to see it sooner or later, and I felt it was..."

"How could anyone...  That one.. Carol.  She knows nothing but.. but... sex!  
How could anyone be so cruel, so heartless.."

"I know, Jennifer.  Please calm down and listen to me?"

"No!  I trusted you!  I believed in you!  But...  You had SEX with her!  Both of 
them!  You've used them like they were your...  your... things!"

She was losing it, I was certain of it, and I couldn't let her lose it 
completely if I was going to keep her faith in what I was teaching her.  So I 
grabbed her by the sides of her face and forced her to look at me, then flooded 
her with my feelings once the empathic connection formed.

Jennifer was terrified for a moment, for I had never forced myself on her in any 
way before.  But as her emotions began to echo my own, I gently let up on the 
intensity until I no longer was flooding her with my desperate need for her to 
understand.

Once we reached that point, she slowly brought her hands up to mine, then found 
the energy to swiftly break my hold on her head.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, baby," I said sincerely.  "I didn't see any other 
way of keeping you from..."

"I can't believe you did that," she said softly yet firmly.  "No one has 
ever..."

"Jennifer, please look at me and listen to what I'm saying?"

"Why should I?" she said, purposely avoiding my eyes.  "You'll just do that 
thing again to me..."

"Jennifer, have I ever lied to you?  Have I ever harmed you, or broke my word to 
you?  Well?  Have I?"

"No..." she said pitifully.

"Then trust me and look at me now. <sigh>  I'm not doing this to hurt you, but 
to show you why I have allowed and lived with slaves like these three.  Yes, I'm 
going to use my empathic abilities again, but Jennifer?  It's the most honest 
and harmless way I know to show you."

Slowly she turned around, and when she finally did make eye contact with me, all 
I did was smile and waited.  She relaxed and eventually smiled back a little, 
then turned her head to her left as she pressed herself against me, laying her 
head against my chest and waited for my arms to wrap around her before letting 
out a sigh of relief.

"You ready?" I said after gently rocking us back and forth for a bit.

"I think I already understand," she said, moving her arms to wrap around my 
back.

"Huh?  What do you understand?"

"Well, I was just thinking that if my mom and dad had slaves, I wouldn't or 
couldn't tell them that they couldn't have them.  I mean, they're your mom and 
dad...  But why did you have sex with them?  That's what I'm not understanding."

"Look in Carol's mind and tell me what it is she want's most this very instant."

"She wants to...  Oh.  But Tim, you could easily make her like watching TV just 
as much..."

"Okay, now tell me what she is proud of the most, what are her expertise in, and 
what is she the most qualified for being?"

She did so, but all I got out of her was a sigh and, "You still didn't have to 
have sex with her."

"All right, Jennifer," I sighed.  "You want me to say it, I'll say it.  I had 
sex with her because I wanted to, and I was really aroused by the idea.  If you 
want to blame me for something, blame me for enjoying having sex with my 
father's sex slave.  But baby, I didn't make her that way."

"I know...  I guess I just... Need some time to get used to it."

We stood there hugging each other, rubbing each other's backs, and generally 
trying to comfort ourselves and each other over the bad things she felt about 
all of this.

After ten minutes of hugging like that, I took her home, then picked her and 
then Suzi up two hours later to go to the basketball game.

Because of their current winning streak, the game was very crowded.  Jennifer 
was having trouble keeping all those minds and streams of symbols from 
distracting her as we climbed up the bleachers and stepped over people's feet to 
get to some decent seats.

"I wonder where the mascot is," Suzi said loud enough to be heard over the 
crowd.

"Want me to find him?" I asked.

"No..  Let's just see if we can tell before you find out for sure."

"Okay," I said before turning to the dazed looking Jennifer and saying, "You 
doing okay?"

"Yes..." she said distantly.

"You know, you look like a drug addict high on something..."

"I do?" she said with the same distant voice as before.

"Yeah.  Look through my eyes and see."

"How?" she thought to me.

"Oh, uhm, just...  Shit, I guess you can't."

"No, I can...  Wow.  I do look like I'm on something...  This is weird.."

"How are you doing that without redirecting the signals from my eyes to your 
mind?"

"I'm just reading the images from your mind, that's all.."

"Oh... Heh. I should have thought of that."

"Tim!  Here comes the mascot!" Suzi interrupted.

"Hmmm..  Is it me, or has Joey... Shrunk?" I said when I saw the tiger head 
bobbing up and down between two girls.

"Well, that definitely isn't Joey," Suzi sighed, extremely disappointed.

"It's just a little boy!" Jennifer exclaimed.  "He's not even eight years old 
yet."

"Well, no wonder everyone was talking about how cute the mascot must be," Suzi 
commented.  "I though they meant... Oh well..."

"Sorry, Suz," I said, knowing it would have made things a lot simpler for her 
and Joey if it had been Joey beneath the tiger mask.

"Well, at least the kid has spunk," Suzi admitted five minutes later after the 
mascot had captured everyone's attention with his wild and quite honestly 
hilarious antics.  

Some of the things he did were even a little dirty in nature, but not enough to 
be distasteful or anything.  Like when he had pretended to be a tiger on the 
prowl and suddenly leapt towards Mrs. Shannon, the big busted English teacher, 
and made a big deal about ducking so he wouldn't hit his head on her tits.

The tiger left for few minutes while the players came out and started warming 
up, and I found out later he had gone to get a quick drink of water.  He must 
have forgotten to resecure the tiger head to the tiger suit, for when he 
jokingly ducked from glancing over at Mrs. Shannon, his head slipped off and his 
animosity was instantly compromised.

Not that hardly anyone would have known who the kid was, but when Suzi gave a 
gasp of recognition, I realized he did look familiar, and watched him intensely 
as the blonde boy hastily put the head back on and made a wobbly motion like he 
drunk or dizzy or something just for the laugh.

The boy's face clicked just before Suzi exclaimed to me, "Tim, that looked a lot 
like Tommy!"

"Yeah..  Just a sec..." I said as I reached out and attempted to lock on to the 
boy's mind through the incredibly turbulent interference of the excited crowd.

"Tommy... Yeah, I think that was his name," Jennifer commented as she continued 
to explore the minds around her.

"There..  Got him.  Holy shit, Suz...  Joey's linked with him!"

"So that's who he's been linking with!" Suzi exclaimed.  "Wait, does that mean 
Tommy.."

"No...  Or at least not yet.  He passed the coin test, but he's probably not old 
enough...  Shit.  I just lost my lock on him.  Too many people."

"If Tommy's here, then Joey has to be here," Suzi reasoned, looking around.

"I think Joey must have detected my scan.  Tommy just went out the door in a 
hurry.  I think he was scared, but I couldn't really tell without...  Jennifer? 
What you doing, honey?"

"Just looking..." she responded softly.

"Hey, come back to me, girl.  You're looking kind pale and sickly."

The moment after Jennifer's eyes came back to life, they closed while she 
emitted a moan and reached up to clutch her head.

"Oh... Oh... my head..." she moaned.

"Shit.  Looks like you over did yourself, sweetie."

"Oh Tim..." she moaned pitifully.  "It hurts...  How do I stop it?"

I looked at Suzi, then said, "Well, either I rush her home, give her a glass of 
drink, then wait her out as she tries to bonk everything that sticks out, or..."

"Or we go find Joey and ask him to link with her," Suzi sighed.  "Well what are 
you looking at me for?  I don't know where he's hiding."

"Think about it Suz.  Where else would Joey be while he's linked to a telepath 
at school while hundreds of good looking girls are walking around just waiting 
to be seduced by his telepathic call."

"You're right.  He's in the girls locker room.  Okay... I'll go get him, but he 
better not be doing anything perverted in front of Tommy or I'll make..."

I didn't hear the rest for the crowd's noises swallowed her voice once she had 
taken five steps away from us heading for the aisle.

"Tim?" Jennifer mewed out from against my chest.

"Yes darlin'?" 

"I wanna lay down.."

"What?  Here?"

"No...  somewhere quiet..."

"Okay, baby.  You're gonna have to help me though.  I don’t think I can carry 
you down all these bleachers without tripping and killing us both, so you're 
going to have to walk."

"I'll try..." she said.

She moved to stand up, but only got half way before gasping and burying her head 
into my chest again.

"Come on, honey," I soothed.  "You can do it.  I know you can."

"No..  Stay here..." she whimpered.

When she couldn't even say complete sentences, I got a little scared and felt 
her out to see how bad it was.

"Shit," I muttered when I recognized the pain as being sugar starvation in the 
telepathic and the surrounding tissues in her brain.

I looked around quickly, then commanded the man three spots away from us to 
surrender his big gulp to me.

"Baby, drink this..  It will help."

She took the straw into her mouth and gingerly sipped it, then made a face and 
let go of the straw saying, "It's Dr. Pepper... I hate Dr. Pepper."

I sighed and rolled my eyes towards the ceiling then momentarily got distracted 
by the sight of a bra hanging from one of the girders way up high.

As I pondered how it got up there, I locked onto another the next nearest 
neighbor with a soda, then asked Jennifer, "Sprite okay?"

She nodded her head slightly, then accepted the straw and drank in slow but 
steady sips.

About ten minutes later, Suzi startled me by sitting down next to me and saying, 
"Well, he wasn't down there.  Shit.  We're already ahead by ten points."

Jennifer stirred a bit, trying to get into a more comfortable position, so I 
asked, "Feeling better?"

"A little."

"Well, the soda can't be in your system yet, so just keep your mind in your own 
body, okay?"

"Uh huh.." she said gently.  "Can I stop drinking now?  I feel bloated."

"Yeah.. I think you can.. Wow," I said, catching an incredibly smooth pass of 
the ball by one of our guys to another.

"They are really really good.." Suzi said a few minutes later as the score 
reached twenty to nothing.

"Yeah..  They're like really in synch with each other," I said watching the ball 
as it was passed from one to another to another until it was finally intercepted 
by the other team.

The other team finally got on the score board, but then we got it and kept 
taking it back whenever we scored.

Suzi and I were so captivated by the game, we didn't notice Tommy had come back 
until the end of the first half.  Tommy trotted out onto the court and started 
giving all our players a high five as they headed off the court.  Uhm..  Well, 
to Tommy it was a high five...  To everyone else it was chin or face level five.

"I wonder where Joey is," Suzi said, standing up and surveying the area.  After 
the initial rush of people climbing down from the bleachers had ended, Suzi 
announced, "Well, I'm gonna go look for him for a few minutes, then if I haven't 
found him, I'll ask Tommy the tiger where his weasel of a uncle is."

"Okay... Have fun..." I said lightheartedly.

A few minutes after Suzi left, Jennifer opened her eyes and said, "I need to go 
the bathroom."

"Uhm..." I said, looking around to see if I could see Suzi anywhere.  "Can you 
wait until the game starts back up?  The restrooms won't be crowded then, and 
maybe Suzi will be back to help you too."

"I guess," she said, closing her eyes again.

I waited patiently, watching Tommy do his thing and wondering where he got all 
his energy from.  Then it occurred to me that most likely he got it from Joey 
side of the link, for Joey's powerhouse of a body could probably keep Tommy's 
little engine running for a couple of hours straight without a recharge.

As the halftime ended and the band wound down, I helped Jennifer to stand up and 
we slowly made our way down the bleachers as others hurried to get back up.   Of 
course nobody got in our way since I wasn't about to let anyone crowd us as we 
descended, but still...

When we reached the bottom, the game got back underway, but the crowd actually 
was paying more attention to Tommy getting chased around by...

"Suzi!" I shouted while also telepathically calling her.

I admired Tommy's skill at making it all a game as the president of the student 
council made one last attempt at catching the tiger by his tail, then huffed off 
over to me when she failed.

"He's really something, isn't he?" I said, watching him shake his butt at her.

"Yeah..  Something...." Suzi said irritatedly.

"Could you take Jennifer to the bathroom?  She needs to go.  I'd take her but it 
would be a lot simp.."

"Where are they coming from?" Jennifer interrupted with a distant look in her 
eyes.

"Hey, you're still recovering from doing to much of that," I reminded her.

"But where are they coming from..." she said slowly.

"What?" Suzi said before lurching towards Tommy and making him scurry in the 
other direction.  "Hmmph.." she added with a smile of satisfaction.

"Tim, don't you see them?  I keep seeing streams going to the players..."

"You mean those symbol things you guys see?" Suzi asked, focusing her attention 
on Jennifer instead of Tommy's prancing.

"Yeah...  Hey, you're right!" I said as I tuned into that sense and caught 
several streams of symbols shooting across the court to three of our players, 
one of which had the ball.

Suzi nudged me to get my attention, and when I looked at her, I knew what she 
was thinking without having to read her mind.  I simply nodded my head, then let 
Jennifer's arm go while Suzi silently stepped over to take my place.

"Come on, Jennifer.  You don't want to wet your pants, do you?  Timmy will care 
of...  He'll take of it."

"Okay..." I heard Jennifer's distant voice say as I focused my mind on Tommy's 
and delicately probed his mind for Joey's location.

I entered the boy's locker room as quietly as I could, kicking myself for not 
having realized that it was the perfect place considering that the game was 
taking place right above us.  Joey could have never gotten through the crowd's 
interference all the way from the girls locker room.

The crowd's noises filtering down through the ceiling and the vents almost 
completely hid a very familiar sound to my ears.  I didn't need to use anything 
but my hearing to tell me which direction he was in.  But even though there was 
some light, I found the interior of the coaches' office was hidden in complete 
darkness as I approached it's open door.

"Come on... Come on..." I heard Joey mutter.  "Shit.  Okay fuckers, if you want 
to play rough, I'll just run the score up to a hundred.."

"Why not just make it a hundred and fifty and break the school record," I 
suggested.

"Wha!" Joey exclaimed, then after I allowed his probe through, he sighed and 
said, "Shit, Tim.  You scared the shit out of me."

"So who's this?  One of your five?" I said as the blinking nude brunette beauty 
continued to suck Joey's cock while trying see who had flipped the lights on.

"Number six, actually," he said a little cautiously.

"I get it now...  Six games, six prizes," I said, gently moving the hair away 
from her eyes so she could see me clearly.

"Yeah.  I pick a girl out from the opposing team, then while Tommy's starts 
his...  That was you probing him, wasn’t it?"

"Yeah, it was me.  You know, Suzi is not too happy with this."

"What?  Oh FUCK!  Why did you have to go and tell her?  Huh? Why?  You should 
have kept your.."

"I didn't.  I didn't have to.  You know, even if Jennifer hadn't seen your 
streams, I think Suzi would have suspected you were rigging the game."

"I'm not rigging it!" he said.  "Shit.  They got another six points just from 
you interrupting me.  Look, can we finish this conversation some other time?  I 
got a game to finish."

"What happened to you Joey?  This is cheating, and you know it."

"I don't see it anything more than... school spirit.  Shit...  They took it 
right out of my...  Shit!  What the fuck!"

I sat down in the chair next to him as I continued to enhance the opposing 
team's coordination by linking their minds to mine and basically making it a 
fair game again.

None of the players were aware that they were puppets to... No.. Not puppets.  
Sprites.  Video game sprites.  They each were like a blotch of light on a video 
screen that we moved around, bounced the ball with, and basically passed the 
ball between as easily as transferring it from one hand to another.

Despite the fact that we were playing with real live people and that the game 
had much greater impact than any video game high score, Joey and I....  Well, we 
kind of lost ourselves in the heat of the competition and yeah.. the fun of it.

I mean, think of it.  This was the ultimate video game.  We had three 
dimensional graphics, full stereo sound, plus all the other senses like smell, 
touch...  hell, even the taste and feel of the mouth protectors made it that 
much more... real.

Of course it was real, and I guess I got a little carried away.  You see, while 
Joey could only was control three players at a time, I was linked with every one 
of the visiting team's players, and thus I had a distinct advantage and evened 
up the score with only one minute left.

"Shit.  This is the best game yet," Joey admitted before realizing he was going 
to lose.  "Hey!  You're not really going to make our team lose, are you?"

"Huh?  Oh..  Well... How about we just let them play on their own and let them 
win fairly?"

"If I stop, they'll lose for sure.  That's sort of what got me into this mess.."

"Okay then...  I'll just handicap myself so I'm even with you and..."

"Haha..." Joey exclaimed when he stole the ball during my moment of readjustment 
at only having three players and proceeded to score a shot.

"Shit," I muttered as the clock reached ten seconds.  I tried my best to do them 
justice, but Joey's was a lot more experienced at switching between different 
players not already linked to him.

"And... HE.... SCORES another one!" Joey exclaimed just before the buzzer went 
off and the roar above us made us both wonder if the ceiling would fall in on 
us.

The girl who was sucking his cock went full out when she realized her school's 
team had lost, making her his forever.

But then Joey stopped her, feeling a bit ashamed of himself, and then after 
looking at me while I stared at the confused girl trying to lick the head of his 
dick, he sighed and said, "All right...  I'll put her back."

"I didn't say anything."

"I know you didn't, but...  Shit.  I wish..."

"What?  That I'd fuck her with you?"

"Yeah... Like old times."

"I'm sorry, Joey...  I can't."

"I know...  But I can still wish for it."

"You better get her dressed and get her out of here, 'cause they're getting 
ready to..."

Joey just smiled then reached for the light switch.

When I turned it back on, they were gone, and it took me a few moments to locate 
them.

"Well I'll be...  I wonder how he found that..." I said, as I looked at the wall 
for any signs of the trap door Joey had used.

Joey let me extract from his mind that the small passageway leading to a 
janitor's closet had apparently been intended for plumbing or something but the 
plans must have been changed.  I found that Joey hadn't been the first to use it 
for a quick escape with a girl either, for as I was stumbling in the dark 
following the passage myself, I found a pair of stockings caught on a metal 
thingamajig that must have been there for years.

Joey and his prize were gone by the time I got to the end, but when I got back 
upstairs to trashed auditorium, Suzi was bawling him out while Tommy sat next to 
Jennifer sleepily with in his street clothes.

Despite the fact that Suzi was still pissed by the time we left, she decided to 
go with Joey instead of us, and I guess I was kind of relieved that I wouldn't 
have to while she was still fuming like that.  

Jennifer was very quiet on the way home, so I didn't say anything to her until I 
was pulling up to her house.

"What time do you want to get together tomorrow?" I asked her.

"I don't know..."

"Oh.  Uhm...  Well, call me when you do, okay?"

"Okay," she said absently.

"Well, just in case I don't see you until tomorrow night," I said leaning over 
and kissing her cheek.  "Happy Birthday."

"What?" she said, focusing her attention on my face.

"I said in case I didn't see you until tomorrow night, Happy birthday."

"Oh my gosh!  I forgot all about that!" she said before giggling.  "What time do 
you want to pick me up for...  You know..."

"Jennifer, you really should start paying...  Any time you want, honey," I said, 
seeing I wasn't going to get anywhere by complaining.

"Well, I have to be home by four, so...  how about eight o'clock?"

"Eight?  In the morning?" I said surprised yet delighted.

"Too early?"

"No!  I'll be here!" then gave her a nice wet kiss on the lips which she didn't 
seem to mind one bit.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 7 - Birthday surprises
(no sex)

I woke up at six thirty, jumped out of bed, taking the sheets with me to the 
laundry to wash so they were fresh for Jennifer's visit.  I had flowers 
everywhere, and during the week I had some workmen come out and turn four of the 
many unused rooms which used to house slaves into a nice big ball room.

I literally danced as I showered, having already taken a shower the night 
before, but wanted to be extra fresh for Jennifer's birthday.  I put on her 
favorite cologne, and wore the outfit she liked best on me, and made sure the 
bathroom was spotless before leaving to pick her up at seven thirty sharp.

As the limo pulled into the driveway, I was disappointed to find that she wasn't 
even up.  In fact, no one was awake in the house, and it took me a few minutes 
to decide what to do about that.

"Happy Birthday," I said softly, sitting down on her bed and smiling at her as 
she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Hi..." she said sleepily.  "What time is it?"

"Eight twenty," I said, stroking her face with my right hand gently.

"Oh...  I guess I forgot to set my alarm," she said slowly and sleepily.

"That's okay...  You look so sweet in the morning..."

"Ugh" she said making a face.  "Sweet?  I look awful after I get up."

"Mmmmm, but not when you first wake up..." I said dreamily with the smile still 
on my face.

She yawned, then stretched, then just laid there a while enjoying my caresses 
and happy stare.  

"You know, the longer I lay here, the less time we have doing other things," she 
finally said.

"Then maybe you should get up," I said happily.

"Maybe you should get out of my room so I can."

"What?  Oh...  Uhm, okay," I said as I reorganized my thoughts and stood up.

"Go on..." she insisted.

So I left her room and shut the door behind me, then noticed Lee's hand 
beckoning me towards her room.

When I reached her door, Lee pulled me inside and closed it quietly.

I was about to ask her what was going on when she held her finger to her lips 
and motioned me to follow her to the bathroom door.

"She does this every morning now..." Lee whispered in my ear and indicated for 
me to look through the crack of the door.

As I peeked through the crack, I saw Jennifer entering the bathroom, close her 
door, then slip her nightgown off followed by the panties she had on before 
sitting down on the pot.

"Uhm, Lee?  So what if she goes to the bathroom?  A lot of people have to go.." 
I thought to her.

"No...  Keep watching," she barely whispered in my ear while letting her hands 
travel up then down my front.

I ignored Lee's exploring my body since I knew she wouldn't do anything more 
than a simple feel, and watched as Jennifer finished taking a pee and walked up 
to the mirror which I could barely see.  Jennifer took her small breasts in her 
hands and said in a hushed voice, "You two better be growing..." then stood 
there a few moments kneading them before sighing and reaching for something on 
the sink.

I heard her unscrewing something, then found her bringing a wetted finger up to 
her left breast and drawing an invisible heart shape around it with her finger.  
She repeated it to the other one, then just as I thought she was finished, she 
wrote the letter I just below her neck, then also did something else across her 
tummy that I couldn't see because she had turned slightly away from me.

After that, she looked at herself in the mirror, pushed her chest out a moment 
to see if it would make it look fuller, then relaxed and sighed.  She took one 
last look at herself, then started putting on the clothes she had brought into 
the bathroom with her.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Lee whispered in my ear while her hands slipped under 
my shirt and felt their way up my tummy.

I moved away from the door and Lee's grasp at the same time, then spun around 
and grabbed her unexpectedly.  I could feel her pulse increase and her breath 
quicken as I leaned forward, but instead of kissing her red waiting lips, I just 
whispered in her ear, "Yeah...  Thanks."

Make no mistake...  Lee was one hot babe, and I didn't miss the fact that all 
she had on was a really long nightshirt.  And seeing how hard her nipples were 
through the thin material of the shirt made it that much harder to let go 
without sampling them first, but I did, and even walked out the room without 
looking back.

I waited in the family room another five minutes before Jennifer finally came 
out and asked if she should eat before we left.  I just shook my head no with a 
smile on my face, for I had just figured out what the three letters were that 
she had wrote on her tummy.

Jennifer was a strange one when it came to cuddling and kissing and stuff.  Most 
of the time she tolerated it because she knew how much I enjoyed doing it, but 
wasn't really that big on it herself.  Oh, she did enjoy it and even initiate it 
at times, but unless she was in the right kind of mood, she just let me do it 
and didn’t complain.

But then there were times she wasn't in the mood for it at all, especially when 
she felt pressured to do it, and I found out when we got in the limo she was 
feeling very pressured about what she had promised for the day.

So after she had shied away from me on two attempts to cuddle with her, I 
sighed, then said, "It's your birthday, not mine.  We don't have to do anything 
you don't want to do, so let's just forget about the shower idea and have some 
other kind of fun, okay?"

"Really?" she said guiltily but relieved.

"Would I lie to you?"

"No...  So if we don’t do that, what do you want to do?"

"Well, I have a few surprises for you..." I said with mischievous eyes.

"Can I peek?" she said, attempting to read my mind.

"No, so stop that.  Save your energy for later," I said, then saw she had caught 
the hint.

"Okay," she said, moving closer to me to rest her head against me.

"You know what?" I said, leaning back a bit to give her the room she needed to 
lay against me.

"No... What?"

"Sometime while we're at my place, and only if you want to..  I'd like to see 
your breasts again."

"Uhm....  Why?  Besides the obvious I mean."

"This morning when I woke you up?  I could have sworn...  Never mind."

"What?  Tell me."

"I just thought they looked...  bigger, that's all."

"What, from a week ago?"

"Well, yeah.  I mean, you know you're at the age where they can do that kind of 
thing.  Does your bra feel... tighter than it used to?"

"Now that you mention it...  I does feel a little... tighter," she said, moving 
her hands to feel her breasts through her shirt and bra.

I sniffed, then said, "Mmmmm... and you smell so good..."

"I think you're right," she said happily.  "I've been telling then they need to 
grow too.  They must have listened to me."

"I'm sure they did, sweetie," I said, kissing the top of her head and marveling 
at how a simple but well informed suggestion could make someone feel good.

When we arrived at my mansion, she insisted that she help fix her own breakfast, 
and I ended up sharing it since I had only eaten a bowl of foot loops before I 
had left.  We ate together and talked a while after we had finished our food, 
then cleaned up the dishes and went for a walk around the mansion.

After I told her about my paternal grandfather and how my home had been his long 
before I was born, she asked me about the original purpose of almost every room 
we visited or passed.  I couldn't answer all of them but I could tell she didn't 
mind.  We both knew neither of us would ever want that kind of place, and it had 
been just mild curiosity on her part to have asked in the first place.

When we finally wandered upstairs to where the new ballroom was located, I 
managed to distract her while we walked in so she didn't notice anything until 
we were inside and I pressed the button to start the music and lights.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed as the slow music flowed around us and the speckles of 
light swirled around the room.  "Why didn't we use this room to practice for the 
dance?"

"Because it was just finished yesterday.  I had it built just so we can dance 
our slow dances whenever we wanted to."

"Sounds wonderful," she sighed as she faced me and pressed her head against my 
chest with her hands folded up between us.  

That was how we danced back then, with my arms wrapped protectively around her 
and my head resting on top of hers, we just moved back and forth with the music, 
and letting ourselves feel the peace which it gave us.  I look forward to the 
day that I will be teaching my daughter to dance like that, for I miss dancing 
with a girl this way.  For all of my perversions and sexual explorations, I've 
reached an age where a girl young enough to only come up to my chin is too young 
for me to be romantically or sexually interested in.  But I have a feeling my 
daughter and I will share a different kind of bond that is just as sweet and 
endearing as I had with my mom, and I have no problems with dancing with her.

I think we danced for an hour, and basically we only stopped because we knew 
there were other things we wanted to do, but promised ourselves we would dance 
again before I took her home for the day.

Jennifer said she wanted to try out the pool, and after a brief argument she 
gave her permission for me to swim nude.  She of course wore a full suit, but I 
didn't have a problem with that since I only wanted us to both be comfortable in 
the pool together.

Despite our best intentions at keeping ourselves moving in the water and having 
some clean fun, we couldn't help ourselves when I was following her to get out 
of the pool and she lost her footing and fell back against me.  That wouldn't 
have been a problem if she hadn't have grabbed a hold of my pole to stabilize 
herself, but as it grew hard in her hand, she got pretty aroused and couldn't 
help giving it a couple of experimental squeezes before turning around and 
looking at me for permission to go on.

I nodded as calmly as I could, then shuddered as she felt around the rim with 
her other hand.  All sorts of thoughts were running through her mind, from 
tasting it with her tongue to jerking me off until I shot.  But none of these 
things happened, and she had kept it in the water the whole time.  But Jennifer 
did allow herself to get a good feel for my cock and its balls before suddenly 
slipping under the water and swimming away as fast as she could.

I chased her in the pool from a combination of playfulness and sexual 
frustration, and continued to chase her when she got out and ran into the next 
room.  By the time we had ran out of breath and collapsed in the living room, my 
cock had gone soft and my frustration was long gone.

We decided to eat lunch once we had got our breath and energy back, so while she 
went to change back into her clothes, I just slipped into my jockey shorts and 
started preparing our lunch and her next birthday surprise.

"By the way," she said when she entered the kitchen.  "I watched the second half 
of the game last night.  You were very good.  Much better than Joey was."

"Thank you.  But I had an unfair advantage over him.  He couldn't handle more 
than three links at a time, while I could link with everyone on the team."

"You'll have to show me how you do that sometime," she said as she tried to 
command my arm to twitch.

"Well, at the rate you're going, we'll probably get to it sometime this week.  
Honey, please...  I'm trying to cook here."

"Okay..." she sighed and sat down.  "Why did you let Joey win though?  You had 
him beat."

"I just wanted to make the game fair again, that's all.  Jennifer, what do you 
think?  Joey's been doing this since they started practicing, so the team right 
now is completely dependant on him to... coordinate them.  And Joey is my 
friend, and I've agreed to not interfere with how he uses his abilities and 
stuff, so I really don't want to...  you know...  tell him he has to stop."

"Are you asking me to stop him for you?  I'm not ready to.."

"No, no... nothing like that.  I wouldn't ask you to do something that I'm not 
comfortable about doing myself.  No.  Hmmm..  Look.  My problem with what he's 
doing it that he's giving our team an unfair advantage.  The fact that he's 
manipulating our players doesn't really bother me because he's not altering the 
way they think, just controlling their movements during the game.  Does it 
bother you at all?"

"A little, but then I'm not really used to the idea of doing that kind of thing.  
What are you getting at anyway?"

I sighed, brought our grilled ham and cheese sandwiches over and set them down 
on the table, then said, "Well, I know this might sound kind of wrong, but...  
What do you think about me and Joey... uhm, playing the rest of the games this 
season?"

"You mean like you did last night?  I don't know...  That still sounds like 
cheating to me."

"I don't think so.  I mean, at the end, I tried to play fair by just linking 
with three guys.  But I wasn't prepared to have to dissolve and reform links 
with whoever was going to get the ball, so Joey still beat me since he was used 
to doing that.  I figure with a little bit of practice, I'd be at least as good 
as Joey, and despite how it looks, the players do contribute a lot to the game.  
I can't think of any other way to make it fair again without causing our team to 
fall apart and getting Joey really upset with me, can you?"

She sat there a few moments chewing and thinking at the same time, then looked 
me in the eyes and said, "Admit it.  You had fun doing it, didn't you?"

I diverted my eyes and it was my turn to blush in front of her.  I think it 
pleased her to know that she had been able to shame me like that, and since I 
wasn't going to lie to her, I simply said, "Yeah, it was really a blast, 
Jennifer.  I mean.." I paused to look back at her in the face, then continued, 
"I think I miss doing stuff like that with Joey."

"What else have you two done like that?" she asked honestly before taking 
another bite.

"Oh lots of things.  Like the drawings, and remember the blanket command?  Well, 
he helped me form and cast the first one, and for the longest time I needed him 
to help me with them.  Let's see... Oh, and...  Uhm...  And... Uhm...  Have I 
ever done a pulse for you yet?  Joey and I developed that together."

"No you haven't, but I'm more interested in what you though of and didn't think 
I would like to hear about.  No wait... Let me guess...  You and Joey used to go 
around and make girls show you there breasts?"

I looked at her open and honest expression, seeing she was trying to accept the 
things I had done things in my past as simple curiosity like her earlier groping 
of my dick.  I could see that she was ready to know everything about my life 
before her, so I wiped my hands off, picked up the remaining bite of her 
sandwich and popped it into her mouth before leading her by the hand to my room, 
not answering her questions as I did.

Oh how I loved the way she trusted me.  Even though I wasn't answering her or 
letting her probes through to my mind, she let me wash her hands and mine in the 
bathroom sink, then laid on the bed next to me without resisting one bit.

By the time we were on the bed together, she had stopped her questions and 
probes, patiently waiting for me to explain whatever it was that I was going 
through these great lengths to make it easier for her and me.

She even let me guide her head to lay on my chest, then I waited until she had 
relaxed and was caressing my bare tummy with her left hand to proceed.

I reached into my headboard and pulled out a small gold box, then set it on my 
stomach for her to see.

"For me?" she asked automatically as she took in her hand and rolled onto her 
back to open it.

"Of course its for you.  It is your birthday..."

She opened the box, then pulled out the wad of paper inside and then suddenly 
gasped as the coin fell and landed on her chest with a plop.

"You're giving it to me?" she said with great emotion.  "But you said..."

"I have plenty of time to find another coin to give to my son or daughter, and 
you need it more than I do right now.  I couldn't think of anything else to give 
you that was...  special enough.  But I have one more present to give you 
besides that."

"I can't...  I can't..." she said with tears in her eyes.

"You can, and you will.  Think of it as my engagement present."

"Engagement?" she choked out.

"Three years from today, will you, Jennifer Nicole Corrigan, marry me?"

Her smile triggered a cascade of tears to run down her already wet face, and as 
she gasped for a sobby breath, she nodded her head slightly, then again nodded 
almost violently as she blubbered, "Yes!"

She fell on top of me in a fit of happy tears and sobs, then proceeded to kiss 
my face and lips as I started to cry happily myself.  She calmed herself when 
she realized I was sobbing harder than her, and with a simple kiss on the lips 
she brought my tears under control.

I wasn't really aware what she was doing following her breaking off of her kiss, 
but when I felt her bare breasts against my stomach, I reached down and caressed 
her naked back while opening my mind completely and giving her my other present 
right then.

Jennifer spent the next five hours laying on top of me like that as she went 
through my life's memories, learning of all the evils and good deeds I had done.  
Even though there was a lot which upset her in many different ways, she didn't 
stop until her dad called around six o'clock wondering where we were, and while 
she wasn't very happy with it, she was accepting it like I knew she would.

I drove her home in my car rather than a limo since it was just more comfortable 
for both of us that way.  We didn't say much to each other in the car, but when 
she got out of the car, I did also and walked her to her door.  I just wanted 
her to say something to me, something that would let me know that everything was 
going to be okay.

She didn't say a word, but when she opened the hand clutching her coin then 
raised it to my lips, I kissed it and watched her do the same before she turned 
and went inside, taking the coin with her as I teared up with joy.

I was getting in my car to leave when Mr. Corrigan came to the door and called 
me inside, saying he didn't know why I thought I wasn't invited to Jennifer's 
birthday party.

I realized that I had totally forgotten about the cake I had made for her when I 
saw the one they had on the table, but figured one birthday cake was enough for 
that day, and I'd just share mine with her some other time.

While Jennifer or her father was in the room with us, Lee acted like she wasn't 
interested in me in the least.  But when Jennifer and their dad went to her room 
with the new bed sheets that fit her new bed, Lee stopped from following and 
nearly jerked me off my feet when she pulled me over to the couch.

"Lee..." I said warningly as she proceeded to give me this fuck me look and 
drawing her lips closer to mine.

"You want this as bad as I do...  If you didn't you'd stop me with that thing 
you do with your mind."

"Lee..." I said again, but in a more pleading tone than a warning one.

"I can't help it..." she said in a husky whisper.  "Something about you... I'm 
drawn to you like a moth to a flame...  I've had dreams...  Erotic dreams about 
you...  You making me do all sorts of sexual...  things..."

She was right.  I too could feel the pull she was talking about.  It was purely 
sexual, and if I hadn't heard Jennifer calling my name, I think I would have 
fallen under the spell Lee was casting on me and fucked her where she stood.

"Yeah Jennifer?" I said somewhat shakily as I tilted my head up and then pulled 
Lee's hand off my crotch only to find her lips on my neck.

"Come and see my new bed," Jennifer replied.

"Coming..." I said, opening my eyes after not having realized I had closed them 
to the pleasure of Lee's lips and tongue working steadily on my neck.

My heart was pounding, my cock was jumping around in my pants, and Lee's hands 
were now diving into my pants to fish it out.  I had to go...  But I couldn't 
move...  I wanted it so badly... just one blow job...  Just one...

"No...." I gasped, grabbing Lee by the head and pulling her face back up to my 
lips.  I frenched her madly as she did the same to me, but then I stopped and 
forced her to look in my eyes, forming the empathic connection instantly.

"We can't do this to her...." I whispered with all my heart.  "She'd know if we 
did, and even if she didn't, we can't betray her like this..."

Lee staggered back when I let her go, and I admit I was a bit overcome by the 
shear intensity of the emotion I had felt myself.  For a moment Lee and I just 
kind of stood there shaking a little as we regained control of ourselves, then I 
finally left to go to Jennifer's room as Lee sank wearily onto the couch.

"What do you think?" Jennifer said, laying next to her dad on her new queen size 
bed.

"I think your dad likes your new bed too," I said smiling.

"Hmmm... You know you're right..." Mr. Corrigan said.  "Tim, be pal and help me 
switch the matresses..."

"Daddy..."

"Yes pumpkin?"

"This is my bed..."

"Yes pumpkin.  Your bed."

"I love you, daddy," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Jennifer.  You're mother would have had a fit, but I think 
you've earned it.  Just make sure your sister doesn't try breaking in the 
springs, all right?"

"Yes, daddy."

I left shortly after that, but not without a good night kiss from the birthday 
girl.  Lee kept out of sight until I left, but I did see her looking out the 
window as I pulled out, her face showing her guilt at what we almost had done.

Sunday morning I went to church with my mom and Richie again, then went to 
Jennifer's house and spent the afternoon laying on her bed as she went through 
my memories again.

Luckily for me and Lee she didn't go anywhere near the recent memories, and 
since Lee wasn't around Sunday, there wasn't any further incidences that day.

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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 8 - Final in Telepath 101
(foreplay)

"Ohhhhh!" Jennifer growled in frustration.  "It's too complicated for me!"

"Come on, honey.  Stop trying to work it using the symbols.  Remember, telepathy 
isn't the symbols, it just allows you to manipulate them."

"I know, but it should be easier to do this way," she said as she attempted to 
send out a wave of symbols to the crowd waiting for the busses to take them 
home.

I sighed, knowing she'd eventually get it to work or agree to do it my way.

"Show it to me again, please?" she said a few minutes later.

I cast the blanket command, then ignored their simultaneous clicking of their 
tongues as I studied the face of my love.

"You have a new freckle on your cheek," I announced softly.

"It looks so simple, but it isn't..." she commmented to herself.  "I wonder 
if...  <sigh>  No, that's not it."

"I wonder if our kids will have freckles," I pondered.

"Shoot.  The bus is here.  What did you say a minute ago?" she asked, finally 
turning her attention back to her other senses."

"Nothing important," I said with a smile.  "How's your head?  Any headache?"

"No.  None.  Well, what do we do next?  We just lost our test subjects."

"I don't care.  You want to poke through my mind again?"

"No, that's okay," she said with some regret.

"Why?  What's the matter?"

"I just never feel very good after seeing...  them."

"Oh," I said, with a frown.

"It's not just the sex," she said anxiously.  "It does upset me the most, 
but..."

"But what?" I sighed.

She took my hands and placed them at her waist before wrapping her arms behind 
my neck and said to my face, "I'm just uncomfortable about you having lived 
happily before me, that's all.  Selfish isn't it?"

My frown melted into smile, then I kissed her forehead and said, "Very selfish."

She gave me a wicked grin, then said, "How about we go to the mall and practice 
there?"

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, then I said, "Are you sure?  You said it was 
too big..."

"I know, but now I think I can handle the mall, especially if you're there to 
help me.  Besides, I want to see if I can get my coin put on a chain like 
Joey's."

"Ahh...  So now the truth comes out," I said, rubbing my nose into hers.

"Speaking of Joey," I said as we put on our coats and grabbed our things.  "Did 
you ever decide how you felt about he and I...  Uhm, playing ball?"

"I'm not the one you should be asking," she said after pausing to consider my 
question.

"Huh?  Who should I be asking?  Your dad?"

"No, silly...  Suzi."

"Oh...  Yeah, I guess you're right.  Hey.  Try seeing if you can keep my body 
walking while I ask her, okay?"

"I can't do that!" she exclaimed.

"Sure you can.  Just try it."

"Okay...  But...  I'm going to have to stop walking myself to do it."

"Oh...  Well then we can try it later," I said, seeing she really didn't want to 
do try it yet.

So while we walked across the parking lot to my car, I reached out with my mind 
and quickly felt out Suzi's thoughts, but then was startled when I touched her 
mind and found it in the middle of something.

"What's the matter?  Did she say no?" Jennifer asked from sensing my shock.

"Uhm, no.  I haven't asked her.  I'll have to wait until later.  She's, uhm, 
busy right now."

"Come on...  What is she doing?  I'm a big girl now.  I can take it."

"All right...  You want me to tell you, or let you see for yourself?" I said as 
I unlocked the doors of my car.

"Oh, let me see...  This will be good practice, don't you think?"

"Okay, but just remember...  You're a big girl now, so don't get upset.  Okay?"

"Okay..." she said suspiciously.

"All right," I said when we were both sitting in the car with the doors closed.  
"It's farther away than what we were doing this morning, so there's going to be 
a lot more minds between us and her.  Just follow my probe and you'll find her.  
Ready?"

"Uh huh..." she said with her eyes shut, licking her lips anxiously.

I felt out Suzi's mind again, then carefully guided Jennifer's mind by 
repeatedly sending ping probes out to Suzi's mind, the probes simply 
acknowledging her mind was still there but not what she was doing at all.

Jennifer's gasp and following shudder told me she had connected with Suzi's 
mind, then confirmed it by reading Jennifer's mind while starting up the car and 
pulling out.

"You okay?" I said when she finally disconnected and looked over at me.

"I guess..."

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No...  I knew it would be something like that, but I didn't think about it 
being Brad.  Why aren't you upset?  I mean, Suzi's cheating on Joey, isn't she?"

"No, not really.  Remember the ring slaves?  Well, the three of us sort of 
agreed that we could have sex with anyone we wanted without it making a 
difference about how we felt about each other.  And Joey and Brad had sex with 
Suzi a couple of weekends ago together, so it isn't like Joey doesn't know about 
it."

"So you wouldn't care if I had sex with Brad?" she asked.

"That depends on the situation and your reasons for doing it.  But if you did, 
I'd want to be able to have sex with other girls as well."

"Never mind.  That wasn't the answer I was hoping for.." she said in a hurt 
voice.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  I was just being honest about it.  To me sex isn't the 
ultimate expression of love for someone.  Sex is just...  Well, sex.  It's fun, 
it's pleasurable, and I would want you to experience it with other people for 
some diversity.  If it helps, I would be extremely upset if you had sex with 
anyone but me for the first few times.  Now that is special, and I'm sorry I 
couldn't share my own loss of virginity with you when the time comes."

She didn't say anything, and I knew better to try and get her to talk about it 
any further, so I dropped the subject and just concentrated on driving us to the 
mall.

But she didn't let it drop, and about ten minutes later she exclaimed, "If I do 
marry you, you have to promise never, ever, EVER to have sex with anyone but.. 
but ME!"

Her sudden out burst caught me by surprise and nearly made me hit the car 
driving next to us.

"Shit, Jennifer..." I exhaled after straightening out my swerve.  "Can't this 
wait until we're a little closer to getting married?  Like maybe when you're 
seventeen?"

"Take me home..." she said after trying to sort out her feelings.  "I don't want 
to go the mall, or anywhere with you.  Just...  Take me home and leave me 
alone."

I sighed, put my blinker on, then pulled into a street to turn around in.  While 
I waited for the traffic to pass so we could get back on the main road, I 
reached over to wipe a tear off her cheek but she slapped it away before I could 
and said, "Don't touch me."

I took her home like she wished, and flinched when she got out of the car and 
slammed the door without even a goodbye.

I knew something was still very wrong with me since I wasn't the least bit upset 
as I left her subdivision to head home.  I felt completely calm.  Too calm, in 
fact, and I realized it was like the calm before what had to be a gigantic 
storm.

After careful consideration, I decided that Suzi would be the best person to 
discuss this with, so once again I turned the car around and headed back the way 
I had come.

When I reached Brad's house, I was surprised to find Joey's Mustang parked 
behind Suzi's brand new Toyota Camry.  Figuring I might need some extra 
conversation material, I took a closer look at Suzi's eighteenth birthday 
present which she had gotten about a week before Jennifer's own birthday.

Being a new car, there was not a speck of dirt on the inside, and besides Suzi's 
book bag in the back seat, there wasn't anything really to see.  I checked out 
Joey's car real quick before hurrying to the porch as it was starting to 
sprinkle again like it had been trying to do all day.

Joey's probe surprised me, not having expected him to be linked to anyone right 
then.  He sent me the invitation to just walk in, and followed my lock on their 
location to Brad's family room.

"Hi...  Uhm, I didn't mean to intrude..." I said when I entered the room.

"Shit, man...  You're not intruding," Brad said, standing up and pulling his 
underpants back on.  "We were just done anyway.  Shit!  Sandi's due home any 
minute."

"Where's Suzi?" I asked since she wasn't in the room when I got there.

"You know her," Joey said with a grin.  "Can't stand having it drip out her."

"Oh..." I said, sitting down on the couch.

"Come on Joey!" Brad said, rushing to get dressed.  "Get your shit together and 
get dressed!  Shit.. She'll kill me if she finds out!"

"Relax, Brad," Joey said with a grin.  "She won't mind one bit."

"Hey, don't be fucking around with my sister's head.  Uhm...  What were you 
gonna do though?"

"Guys, I don't mean to put a spanner in the works, but...  You can't do anything 
to Sandi."

"Why not?" Joey said a little defensively.  "She's his sister, and you don't 
have any claim to her anymore."

"You're right, I don't.  But Jennifer does."

"Awe shit.  I didn't think of her..." Joey said with displeasure.

"Well then get the fuck dressed!" Brad said, tossing Joey's clothes at him.

"Hey, asshole," Joey spat after his jock strap landed in his face.  "Don't you 
think you should worry more about getting Suzi's clothes on her?"

"Fuck..." Brad moaned before jumping over the couch and started gathering Suzi's 
stuff.

"Brad...  I'm home..."  Sandi called from the front entryway.  "Whose cars are 
these?  Are you having a party or something?"

"Hi, Sandi," I said, intercepting her on her way to the family room.  "Can I 
talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure.  I thought that was your car...  Let's go in the family room..."

"Actually, I sort of wanted to talk to you in private," I made up.  "Could we go 
to your room?"

"Uhm, sure...  Just let me tell Brad I'm home and..."

"He knows.  Look, this really important.  And Brad's busy helping Suzi and Joey 
with some after school stuff."

"Okay...  You don't want to fuck or anything, do you?  I don't think Jennifer 
would like that," she said as she started climbing the stairs ahead of me.

"No.. No sex.  Just talk."

I followed her to her room, then closed the door behind me and sat down on the 
bed as she took out her ear rings and looked herself over in the mirror.

"You know Jennifer has a thing for Brad," she said as she turned around to join 
me on the bed.  "She has since sixth grade."

"Yeah, I know.  So how come you never tried to get her into your slut club?"

"Who Jennifer?  You kidding?  Anytime I mentioned anything the least bit sexual, 
she'd either walk away or tell me not to talk like that.  So what is it you 
wanted to talk about?"

I stared at her for a moment, realizing that perhaps she could help me with my 
problem better than Suzi could.

"Well?"

"Jennifer want's me to promise not to have sex with anyone else but her, even 
after we get married when she turns eighteen."

"You asked her to marry you?" she said, shocked.

"Uhm yeah.  On her birthday Saturday."

"Oh wow!  I never thought you'd ask anyone...   I mean, you have sex with 
everyone and... Oh.  Ohhhhh..."

Sandi took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly as she laid back on her bed.

"I really love her, and I've promised her I won't have sex with anyone before we 
get married and make love to her, but...  I guess I expected she'd let me... you 
know.  Have sex with others again after that.  That probably sounds kind of 
stupid to you, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah...  Pretty dumb.  Especially with it being Jennifer and all.  She's the 
last person on Earth I would have believed to even want to have sex, let alone 
let her husband have sex with others."

"Shit.  That's what I was afraid of," I moaned as I fell back on the bed beside 
her.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know...  I love her so much...  I can't imagine being without her...  
But I know I won't be able to resist having sex with someone other than her 
forever.  I don't want to betray her like that.  I just wish she could see that 
sex isn't love."

"No, I guess it isn't.  But..."

"What?"

"Well, then why is it always so much better with someone you love than with 
someone else?  Like when Brad would bring one of his friends home and we'd have 
sex...  It just wasn't as good as with Brad."

"You were his slave, and he was your master.  Of course it was always better 
with him.  It was just as good with me or Ted, wasn't it?"

"I guess...  But I loved you and Ted too back then."

"Hrrrr..  I don't know... I don't have all the answers, Sandi.  But...  When it 
was Joey, Suzi and I, the sex wasn't as important to us as our love for each 
other.  Sex with someone loses it's magic after a while, but the three of us 
kept coming back to each other after having it with other people because...  I 
don't know..  It just seemed fresher again...  Like the sex we had with other 
people restored some of the magic for us.  Does any of that make any sense?"

"I think you loved them, and that's why you kept going back to them," Sandi 
said.  "I don't know about the magic bit.  Brad and I keep finding something new 
to try that makes it magical again.  Oh, but Jennifer would never go for that, 
would she?"

"Shit, Sandi..." I gasped when I peeked in her head from her indirect 
invitation.  "I knew he was getting a kick out of playing submissive, but...  He 
actually lets you tie him up and blind fold him and shit?"

"Uh huh...  He's even talking about getting some stuff from that adult store, 
but he's too chicken to ask you for help in getting it.  He really gets off 
trying to find new things to get me hot, and, mmmm...  Some of the things they 
did to me when I was taking their candy really makes me hot to think about doing 
them to him."

"Shit, Sandi.  You know, sometimes I really regret having made Brad your master.  
You're fixated on him worse than he is on you.  What are you going to do when 
Brad falls for some girl and marries her?"

"Probably go on their honeymoon for one thing," she joked.

"Come on.  Be serious."

"I thought we were talking about Jennifer and you, not me and Brad?"

"Fine.  Do you have any ideas?"

"Hmmm..  Well, if it would help, ask her if she'd like to have sex with Brad, 
and then you can at least fuck me."

"Heh..  Thanks for the offer, Sandi.  I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help," she said as I sat up.

"Oh, I don't know.  I think you did," I said honestly.  "I just needed to talk 
to someone about it, that's all."

"Oh..  Well then could you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Like, could you help Brad get that bondage stuff for me?"

"How about this.  You get a boyfriend your own age who isn't related to you, and 
I'll make sure you and Brad can buy whatever you want from that store no 
questions asked.  Okay?"

"Oh.. All right."

"Good.  Now how about giving your old Master a look at your growing tities 
before he goes."

"But what about Jennifer?"

"I'm eighteen years old.  I can look at a pretty girl's tits if I want to."

-------------------

Jennifer played it pretty cool with me for the next several days.  She wouldn't 
let me touch her, but I still picked her up in the mornings and met her after 
school everyday to continue her lessons.  On Friday, however, she shocked the 
hell out of me by wearing her makeup and perfume to school.

While she didn't accept any of my advances all day long, she seemed to go out of 
her way to tease me in some pretty sexual ways.  Like licking her lips when she 
knew I could see her, or wiggling her butt in a provocative way whenever she 
left to go to her next class.

And then after school she showed up at the room without her bra on underneath 
her tshirt.

"Okay, Jennifer...  What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean.  Are you trying to make me lose control or 
something?"

"Lose control?"

I walked up to her and stared into her stubborn eyes for bit, then said, "This 
was Lee's idea, wasn't it?"

She sighed in defeat and turned away, then nodded.

"I knew it wouldn't work.  I'm just not sexy enough."

"You know what?  You're right.  You're not.  No one is."

"Lee is."

"No she isn't.  Because if she was, I'd be fucking her right this minute."

"Sex... That's all you think about, isn't it?" she said angrily as she faced me 
again.

"No, but..."

"Now I understand what my mom was afraid of.  Why she didn't want me to go out 
with you.  You're a... a... a prick!  You're just a walking hormone with a 
guilty conscience.  You have all these ideas about love and trust and sharing, 
but when it comes down to it, you'd rather hump some girl in the butt than talk 
to her.  And when you get tired of girls, you go find a guy and..."

She stopped because my expression had gone from a gentle warm and patient one to 
a blank and cold emotionless one she had never seen me wear before.

"Your assumptions about me are wrong, and your mother's assumptions were also 
wrong.  I believe you are allowing your selfish emotions to get the best of you.  
Perhaps it isn't your abilities I should worry about corrupting you, but your 
feelings about me, sex, and your mother's ideals.  I think it would be best if I 
took you home now, don't you?"

Jennifer stood there in shock watching me gather up our things, then slowly put 
her coat on when I handed it to her.

I wasn't angry, I wasn't sad, I wasn't bitter, happy, or anything.  Just like 
before when I caught Joey and my mom having sex, I felt completely free of 
emotion.  My mind contained nothing but crystal clear thoughts, or at least so I 
believed at the time.

We said nothing else until I pulled into her driveway and said, "I think it 
would be best if I went to the game tonight alone," which her response was to 
jump out of the car and run inside her house in a fit of emotional tears.

Our basketball team lost their first game that night, Joey's experience being no 
match for my ability to concentrate on the game like the cold emotionless 
computer I was.

After the game, Joey invited himself over to spend the night, but after he had 
me tell him everything which had happened with Jennifer, I firmly told him he 
needed to leave.  I spent the weekend copying the drawings by hand, refusing to 
allow my mother, Joey, or Suzi distract me with their attempts to restore my 
emotional side.

Sunday night, Lee called to say Jennifer didn't want me to pick her up for 
school anymore, but then tried to convince me I should anyway.  But I honored 
Jennifer's request and went straight to school that day, then was somewhat 
surprised to find Jennifer waiting for me on the third floor after school.

"I didn't think you would show up today," I admitted as I unlocked the door.

"Do you want me to leave?" she said very softly and shakily.

"You're here now, so you might as well stay."

"Suzi said you can't feel any emotion," she stated, hesitating to enter the 
room.

"That is correct.  Are you going to stand out in the hall or come in?"

She blushed and entered, then flinched when the door shut behind her.

"Do you have a preference on what we work on today?"

"How long will it be before you... are normal again?"

"I don't know.  I may never be normal again.  I think you are ready to learn how 
to block other people's probes.  I have put it off until now because I feared 
you would block me out if you became too emotional.  But seeing you are already 
too emotional to deal with, I don't see any reason to..."

"Tim, please be yourself," she begged.  "I'm sorry if I cause this.  I'm sorry 
if I hurt you.  I can't take it any more.  I missed you... I love you."

"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  It doesn't appear to be working.  I take it you are not 
interested in working on your telepathic skills today?"

"I love you..  I LOVE YOU!  Don't you feel anything when I say that?" she 
sobbed.

"I know you can't help being emotional, but please try and calm down, Jennifer."

"Calm down?!?" she cried as she started hitting me in the chest with her hands.  
"You want me to calm down?!?  You tell me you love me and mean it!  You know you 
do!  I know you do!  So SAY IT!"

I grabbed her hands to prevent her from beating my chest any further, and opened 
my mouth to order her to get hold of herself.  But looking at her face twisted 
in anguish as she struggled to pull her hands free caused a turmoil of confusion 
in my brain.

There was no emotion to it, although it definitely caused the discomfort that 
emotions like to make.  And then her teary eyes met mine and I felt that magic 
start to happen again, pulling me towards her while feeling the coldness in my 
heart begin to melt away.

After the long and embracing kiss, she excitedly exclaimed, "You're back, aren't 
you?!"

"Yes, my love," I said as I picked her up by the waist and spun her around.  
"And only you could have done it too!"

She reached out and pulled our faces back together in another kiss, then when I 
set her back down onto her own two feet, I found her pulling me towards the 
couch and started knocking the cushions off to get the bed out.

I broke our kiss long enough to pull the bed out, then grabbed her and threw us 
both down before returning to our increasingly passionate kiss.

Our hands were all over each other, but then suddenly she jerked, then broke 
off.

"What?  Did I do something wrong?" I said anxiously.

"No... I just..." she said, her face showing every bit of her confusion. 

"What, baby?  What?"

"I think....  I.. I.."  she stuttered as he expression changed from confusion to 
guilt.

"Hey.. It's okay...  Whatever it is, it's okay.  If you can't tell me..."

"I think I'm becoming a... a... a slut," she said in a tiny voice.

"You're not a slut, and you'll never be..."

"Then why did I watch Sandi and Brad have sex yesterday!" she blurted out 
emotionally.

"You what?"

"Sandi called me yesterday and asked me to come over.  My dad made me go because 
I'd been sitting around too much...  As soon as I got there, Sandi started 
ordering Brad to... to...  He kissed me...  all over!  I couldn't...  
couldn't..."

"Oh honey....  It's okay.  Really, it is.  You didn't have sex with him, now did 
you?"

"Not exactly..." she said, looking up at me pitifully.

"You're still a virgin," I stated.

"Yes...  but..."

"But you liked what he did..."

"I kissed him...  and...  I let him..." she paused, the very hesitantly raised 
her right hand to her left breast then dropped it without actually touching it.

"Did he suck on them too?" I asked gently and warmly.

She shuttered guiltily, then nodded jerkily while the tears continued to drip 
off her face.

"And you enjoyed that too, didn't you?"

"But it was so wrong!" she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, baby...  This is all my fault."

"No...  I let it happen...  It's my fault," she insisted.

"You don't understand.  Sandi knew you wouldn't be able to resist Brad if he 
came on to you while we were...  having troubles.  I'm afraid that Sandi thought 
she was helping me.  I'm sorry, honey."

"You mean...  She wanted to make me feel guilty?  Why?"

"Last week I needed to talk to someone, and Sandi was the first person I came 
across who could understand the problem.  I think she wanted to show you what it 
was like to...  want to have sex with someone else..."

"She tricked me...  She...  she..."

"Jennifer, don't blame her for trying to help us.  I don't think she knew 
better.  And I'm not upset that you liked what Brad did.  In fact, I'm tickled 
pink that you actually let someone else...  pleasure you."

"But it's wrong...  Maybe not to you, but it is to me.  I love you...  I don't 
love Brad.  I should only want to have sex with you...  But while you and I were 
kissing...  I...  I..."

"You imagined for a moment that I was Brad.  I know.  But let me prove to you 
that even if you have every form a sex there is with me and Brad, the sex we 
have will always be better.  Take off your shirt and bra."

"Why?  What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to suck on your nipples until you admit I can do it better than Brad 
can."

"But I don't want you to..."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes!"

"Then let me prove our love is stronger, more powerful, and greater than 
anything sexual.  Now, come on.  Take it off."

She hesitated, then sighed and pulled her shirt off.  I waited patiently as she 
undid her bra and rubbed the slight red marks that it had impressed onto her 
small tits, then let me help her lay down before I started giving her mouth, 
chin and neck kisses.

"I see Brad left a few hickeys to make sure I believed you," I said before 
kissing the darkened spots on her breasts.

"This doesn't feel right to me," she said.  "Please can we just kiss and make up 
and go do something else?"

"Give me a chance first..."  I said before licking around her left nipple and 
watching it stiffen with my breath.

"But...  Tim...  This doesn't feel right," she insisted.

I sighed, then rested my forehead against her upper chest while I brought my 
lust under control.

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said shakily.

"It's okay.  I know... how...  hard...   Did you feel that?"

"Yes.  What was that?  A probe?"

"I think so, but nothing like I ever have...  Shit.  Get dressed.  We've got 
company."

"Who?" she said as I got up and she reached for her bra.

A knock on the door followed by someone trying to turn the locked door's knob 
made us both jump, then while the sound of a key being inserted into the lock 
was heard, I looked at her and said...

"Cabal."

-------------------------

"What's going on!  Where's the Inquisitor!" I demanded as the four goons roughly 
"escorted" us down to the van waiting outside.

They didn't answer us, and I had a strange feeling that these weren't the 
Inquisitor's men at all.

"Tim, where are they taking us?" Jennifer pleaded as she struggled to stay on 
her feet.

"It will be all right, Jennifer," I said, focusing my mind on Higgs who still 
stood mindlessly on the third floor at the door of the room, keys still in hand.

I quickly undid the commands rendering him a simple zombie, then thought to him, 
"Call my mom.  Tell her Jennifer and I are being taken by the Cabal, but not by 
the Inquisitor.  No, don't try to help us.  Just call my mom.  She'll do the 
rest."

At that point we were lifted into the back of a black unmarked van, then the 
moment the doors were shut, blackness over took me with a hiss and sting at my 
neck.

When I awoke, I was strapped in a very solid and hard chair in a small gray 
windowless room with a TV and a video camera both pointing at me.

"Good.  You're finally awake," a somewhat familiar voice said.

"What the FUCK is going on!  Where's Jennifer?  Why are we being treated like 
this!"

The blank screen suddenly showed Jennifer strapped to a chair in a room 
identical to mine, her head slumped forward still asleep.

"You will not be harmed if you cooperate," the familiar voice said.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, surely you recognized my voice..."

"I know your voice, but I can't...

"Patrick," I growled when it finally came to me.  "Let us go or I'll..."

"You'll do what?" he said as his smiling image appeared on the screen.  
"Hypnotize me?  Or break through my shields and turn me into your slave?  Do you 
take me as a fool?  With the simple touch of a button, the chairs you and your 
little girlfriend will... shall we say, shock the hell out of you both."

"You're an asshole, Patrick.  That's what I though of you when I first met you, 
and that's what I'll always think of you.  Too bad Melissa couldn't keep you...  
Assholes like you should like eating shit like that."

"I said you wouldn't be harmed if you cooperated," he growled.  "That is your 
last warning.  And don't forget about your little woman..."

"I haven't," I admitted, having been trying to contact her ever since I woke up.

"Good.  Now to the business at hand.  The Cabal is... concerned about your 
little basketball enterprise.  It has been drawing quite a lot of attention 
lately in the press, especially when the team whom you were playing against 
suddenly met and exceeded your team's incredible... skills.  You are to stop 
your meddling immediately and take whatever action required to see that your...  
colleague does so as well."

"Why are _you_ telling me this.  This is the Inquisitor's job, not yours."

"The Inquisitor is on sabbatical, and the Cabal's senate gave me the honor of 
dealing with this particular matter.  During the investigation..."

"Ha!  They let you do it because you're expendable!  Hahahaha..."

"AS I was saying, during the investigation, we learned of a new and possibly a 
much greater threat to the security of the Cabal and even the world..."

"You can't possibly be talking about Jennifer," I said as all my cockiness left 
my body and fear began to grow in its place.

"I most certainly do mean Jennifer.  Dear sweet Jennifer.  Such an innocent 
looking child with an equally innocent mind...  I'm afraid we will have to take 
over her development from here on.  We can not allow..."

"Over MY DEAD BODY!" I screamed while struggling to break out of the straps.

Patrick was saying something to me calmly as I felt an emotional barrier I 
hadn't realized had existed before lower and release a frothing rage which 
produced a state bordering insanity.

I was jolted back into the blackness of unconsciousness by the chair's high 
voltage, but awoke moments afterwards to Patrick's voice.

"Now...  If you care to stay calm long enough for me to finish this interview, 
you will be released and sent home to your mommy."

"I'm not leaving without Jennifer," I said without energy.  I was barely able to 
speak as it was, for there was a slight tingle of electrical power still flowing 
through the chair.  Enough to cause me discomfort, but not enough to do me any 
permanent harm.  I hoped.

"Tim?" I felt Jennifer's mind call.

"Jennifer.  They want to keep you here.  Do what you have to, don't worry about 
me.  I'll be okay.  I'll get you out of here, I promise... Ahhhhghh."

"Now now," Patrick said as the chair's surge of current went back down to just 
the discomfort level.  "No unauthorized telepathic transmissions.  Your chair is 
set to automatically...  discourage...  What is going ON!"

Patrick's face went blank a moment later, then just as I was about to ask the 
futile question that he had just asked himself, Jennifer touched my mind again 
and said, "Someone will be there to undo those straps in a minute.  Tim, who are 
these people?"

"You did this?" I thought back to her amazed, then got zapped by the chair 
again.

"Jennifer, make someone turn off this damn  AHHHHGHHH!!"

"Oh I'm sorry!" she thought back urgently.  "I didn't see that.  Ohhhhh! I HATE 
these mental barriers!  Just a moment..."

Several long moments later, I felt the tingling in the chair drain away, then 
the door behind me opened and in the reflection of the TV's glass I saw a nude 
woman who was obviously a fuck slave enter.

After undoing my restrains, the woman walked out with a smile on her face, and 
as I felt around the installation with my mind, I found Jennifer busily probing 
and adjusting the minds of five other telepaths.  They apparently had been 
monitoring Patrick and each other, waiting to press the shock button for my 
chair if I touched any of their minds.  I felt my pride blossom inside my chest 
as I realized Jennifer had simply taken all five of them over without probing 
any of their minds beforehand.

"You were incredible," I said lovingly as I stepped up behind her and gave her 
left cheek a kiss.

"Busy...  Kiss later..." she mumbled.

I watched her work, marveling at her ability to test a change she had made, 
access the negative side effects, then modify what she had done until there were 
no traces of her meddling, and more importantly, no signs that she ever had 
existed.

Apparently when Patrick had discovered Jennifer's existence, he saw a chance to 
get revenge on me while gaining a powerful tool to use in his quest to become 
the Cabal's head man.  He figured he could charm Jennifer into trusting him, or 
if anything else drug her and brainwash her using methods similar to what Steven 
had used, then use her as a bargaining chip in getting the support of the other 
Senate members.

Jennifer was pissed, and I couldn't blame her.  After finishing with the others 
without making any changes beyond the hiding of their knowledge concerning her 
from their own minds, she went to work on Patrick, and within a half an hour 
Patrick was a new man.

"I still can't believe you did all that without my help," I said as one of 
Patrick's goons drove us back to school.  "And making Patrick 'discover' his 
love for mankind was absolutely brilliant, not to mention a total riot!" I 
chuckled.

"I couldn't think of anything else that would appear natural yet make him free 
all those poor people.  I think I see why you're so tolerant about your parents.  
Compared to what those six evil men do, your mom and dad are...  Saints..."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far..." I said, giving her another hug.

"I know...  But even if they start burning people at the stake, they would still 
have one redeeming act in their favor..."

"What would that be?"

"They had you," she said before pulling her shirt off and raised her arms above 
her head to give me easy access to her bra's clasps.

"You know what?" I said as I reached around and undid her bra.

"What?" she breathed out.

I dropped the bra on the floor beside us and stuck my face in front of hers to 
say, "I think you've graduated Timmy's school of telepathy.  Congratulations.  
You're a full fledged telepath."

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