Author: Sterling
Title: Your Head Or Mine?
Description: High school students Mark and Lisa, on opposite
coasts of the USA, discover they read each other's minds, whether
they want to or not -- but never at the same time. The inability
to keep secrets causes tension. Their explorations include the
subject which is never far from a teen's mind. Complications and
different forms of mind-reading appear when they take real sexual
partners. But they are inevitably drawn to each other in real
life.
Keywords: mf MF slow romantic oral hs ScFi ESP

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 3/1/2015.

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Your Head Or Mine?

Lisa felt anxious, worried, confused. Then there was a momentary
awareness that she was not awake, and she felt relieved. But then
her dream continued. She was hunched over a board, boys around
her talking with intensity. There were cards, sheets of papers
with tables and text too, and funny dice with lots of sides --
dice resembling pyramids and soccer balls. She felt fear, then
panic, then a rush of embarrassment -- feelings that were hers
and not hers at the same time. That kicked her out of her dream,
and while there was instant relief in knowing again it had just
been a dream, those feelings remained, lessening only slowly. In
the aftermath she dimly recalled other dreams she'd had. Other
dreams with boys in them. In these dreams she was a boy too
somehow. They seemed totally different from the kind of dreams
she usually had -- such as having to take a Spanish test when
she'd never studied Spanish, or finding out that the reason the
girls were laughing was that she was actually naked.

"What funny dice," she murmured out loud.

Something sizzled in her mind right after she said that. A sleepy
sort of confusion, and a voice saying, "What?" The voice was
male, and it was close, very close, as if she was saying it
herself.

She froze and paid attention, but gradually the drowsiness took
over -- not her drowsiness, somehow. When it had quieted, she
gave a big sigh. And instantly there was a bigger sizzle in her
mind. "What's going on?" said the male voice, accompanied by a
feeling of rising panic and then -- nothing. It was just her
lying in her own bed, gray through the window showing it wasn't
too long before dawn.

The mind does funny things, she told herself. She tried to relax,
confident she would fall asleep soon. But she didn't. She would
get very close, then the shadow of that dread would arise ever so
quietly, and the memory of the strange male voice that was almost
like hearing herself. It was enough to keep her awake. Sleep
didn't feel so safe any more.

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She sat in history the next day, head in hand, looking down so
she could close her eyes without offending Mr. Cohen. It was the
drowsy time after lunch anyway, and with her poor night's sleep
it was harder than usual to stay focused. Her mind went blank.
Then a strange image came to her. She was seated in some other
classroom, where the desks were arranged in a U shape. Her
attention was focused on a girl seated across the way, whose legs
were open enough to provide a view of most of an inner thigh.
This was exciting for some reason, and it was followed by
imagining reaching up under that skirt to the girl's underpants,
to touching her right at that private spot. The yearning was
surprisingly powerful, and it made Lisa uncomfortable. She
abruptly sat up and cleared her throat. In that moment there was
a sizzle in her brain, just like the ones in the night. She felt
from this other place a deep fear tempered with the same sort of
thought she had had -- the mind does funny things.

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Lisa came to in the middle of the night, thankful to be relieved
of another dream of being naked in school -- a dream that was
upsetting as usual, but also comforting because it was familiar.
She turned over, rapidly drifting back to sleep when she heard
the same male voice. "Why is this happening?" it murmured. Lisa
was suddenly wide awake. But there was nothing more. She lay
back. The mind does funny things, but hearing voices -- that was
something else. Something more serious. It sounded different,
too, somehow. A little farther away, rather than inside her head.

She lay quietly and concentrated, trying to sleep again but also
trying to figure out what was going on. She concentrated on
trying to relax, then on attending to her thoughts. A memory of
the naked-in-school dream drifted through her mind. Cindy was
pointing and laughing as she walked towards the cafeteria... And
Lisa felt again the dread when she looked down and saw no
clothes...

There was a male moan, then ,"Ugggh, why am I thinking about a
dream I never had?"

Lisa tried to calm her unease. "Keep talking," she murmured. "If
I'm going to hear voices, I might as well get to know them."

She tried formulating thoughts in her head in the form of
sentences. (This isn't real. It's just my brain acting up.)

"Sure, I'll keep talking," said the male voice. "Yes, I'm real.
Of course I'm real. You're the one who is imaginary. Oh God, the
girl in my brain thinks she's real. You're not. I'm real."

(If you're so real, tell me who you are.)

"I'm Mark. Mark Sanchez. I live in Berkeley, California. I'm a
junior in high school. I have a big brother who's in his first
year at Berkeley."

(What kind of person are you?)

"I read a lot. I'm into math and science. I'm kind of an egghead.
I do stuff like Dungeons and Dragons."

(What?)

"Oh, guys sit around and pretend they're knights and elves and
stuff, and fight monsters. With spells and armor and weapons. And
rolling dice to resolve battles."

The mention of dice brings to mind her dream, and images of the
funny dice.

"Yeah, the dice are funny shapes. So you've seen them?"

She spoke. "No, I just dreamed them. Before hearing your voice in
my head."

"This is so weird."

Wave of panic. (I'm hallucinating.) Mental hospitals...

"Oh, great. My hallucinations are worried they are hallucinating.
Projection, maybe. I think that's the word."

Lisa's mind was blank for a moment. She wasn't sure she wanted to
tell him who she was, but the thoughts formed in her mind anyway.
(So, who am I? Lisa Monroe, Weston, a town near Boston. Distant
father, a witch for a mother. Only child, one good friend Jen. I
love to read.) But then the image from her daydream came to mind
-- the U-shaped chair arrangement, a girl across the way, her
legs open a little, the fantasy of sliding a hand between them.

A brief groan. "More projection, I guess. But yeah, girls are
sexy. So I'll confide to the imaginary girl in my head: I'd love
to have a girlfriend. Or just to, you know, do it with a girl."

A little thrill, then seeing herself on her bed, naked, legs
spread wide, and an equally naked boy -- Josh -- on top of her,
penis dangling down, lowering himself, something pressing against
her vagina. Bigger thrill, fear... (This is embarrassing.)

"Oh, God," moaned the voice. "The girl in my head is horny. But
why is the cock tiny? It would be big and stiff. Everyone knows
that."

(Well, maybe I don't. How would I know what a penis really looks
like?) She realized she was feeling very defensive. (I'm crazy.
I'm hearing voices. I need to get back to reality.)

"For a hallucination, you make a lot of sense. So really, dear
hallucination, I'm just a guy. Harmless. Friendly. "

(And horny.)

"Yeah, horny. But harmless." There was a pause. "You can't tell
what I'm thinking, right? Only hear what I say. You didn't know I
was thinking about skiing just then."

"You were thinking about skiing?" (But I could certainly tell
what you were thinking in class with that girl. I should be calm
about the girl. Yeah, guys are horny, it's natural. Of course
girls would seem sexy, and their panties too, and what's inside.
It makes sense.

"Thanks... What if you were really real? Then that would be
really embarrassing."

(Of course I'm real. You're the one who's imaginary.)

"What can I say? Guess we'll just have to disagree about that.
Or, could we test it? ... Hey, I've got an idea!  You write me a
letter and I'll write you one. See if our imaginary friends can
write. When no letter arrives, I'll know you're just in my head."

They exchanged addresses.

Lisa felt a bit better. The imaginary friend in her head was
basically a decent fellow. Yet it was serious, hearing voices
like that.

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She was sorting through the mail as usual, ignoring all the stuff
addressed to her parents in hope of the occasional "Lisa Monroe"
on the envelope. And there was a hand-addressed envelope, return
address Berkeley, California. She slid it out of the pile and
chuckled to herself as she started scanning the rest of the mail.
But then the importance of the letter hit her. She hurried to her
room and shut the door and tore open the envelope. "Hi Lisa, from
your mysterious secret admirer. Sincerely, Mark Sanchez."
Postmark from Berkeley too.

It is impossible, she thought. It is not real. Yet there was the
letter. She tried to think of how a hallucination in her head
could create a letter postmarked in Berkeley. It WAS real. This
was impossible, according to science. Unless she was
hallucinating the letter too. But the paper crinkled in her
hands. Her room was as real as could be. When she pinched herself
it hurt. Everything else in her life made perfect sense, the way
it always had.

She considered telling her parents, but then thought better of
it. They'd never believe her. They'd laugh at her, unless they
took her to the loony bin instead. She couldn't even tell Jen.

And besides... this was kind of special. There was potential
here.

So she closed her eyes and thought. (Earth to Mark. Come in
Mark... This is Houston, Mark -- or make that Weston -- do you
read me?) Then she figured she'd say it instead, just in case.
"Hey Mark, this is Lisa. Can you hear me?"

Nothing. There was a time zone problem. She hadn't thought of it
before. Were they synchronized that way? It was 4pm in Boston,
which meant -- which way did it go? -- 1pm in California. Who
knew what he was doing?

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The image came to Lisa of a bedroom, where she was sitting at a
desk, reading a math book. She formulated a thought: (There you
are. How are you?) But there was no trace from him -- no
awareness that he knew she was there. So she spoke. "Hello, Mark.
Do you read me?"

"Oh! Oh, yeah, um..." There was brief silence. "I don't get any
thoughts from you, but I hear your voice."

(That's weird.) No, she had to say it. "That's weird. Sometimes
it seems you hear my thoughts and other times I hear yours, but
never both at once."

"I guess that's true." He said it out loud, but she picked up the
thought directly too. "So this time I don't have to talk, I
guess?"

"Probably not."

(Good, good.)

"I got your letter."

(Uh, OK...)

"You know what getting the letter means? It means you're real!"

Exasperation. (Of course I'm real.)

"But now I know it for sure, see?"

She sensed Mark's thoughts churning, then a verbal thought.
(Hallucinations. All hallucinations. But it would be kind of
insulting if she is real and I don't believe her.) "I don't know
you're real just because you got my letter. I have to get yours."

"Um, I didn't send one."

"Why not?"

"Didn't get around to it yet."

"Well, that wasn't nice." (Irresponsible bitch. Oops, could I
learn to control thoughts?) "I can't tell you're real until you
send me a letter. You can say you got my letter, but my imaginary
friend in my head would say that anyway, wouldn't she?"

"Oh, I guess you're right. Say, what time is it there?"

"Ten past four."

"Makes total sense. It's ten past seven here. Time zones."

"Hard to imagine it could work any other way." (If it was real!
Damn it! I have to wait for a letter to come. It's not going to
come. I'm crazy...)

"What thoughts of mine have you gotten?"

(Oh, get lost.) But Lisa sensed in his mind a dim shadow of her
naked in school and her own embarrassment -- that would be her
dream. Then she sensed from his mind more strongly the real Lisa,
naked, looking at herself in the mirror as she put her bra on.
Then Mark's explicit thought: (Oh, great, I'm remembering
thinking about you naked.)

Lisa felt an echo of embarrassment herself. "It's OK, it's OK. If
this keeps up we're going to get to know each other really well.
I wonder if we'll have any secrets..."

(Oh, fuck you. Get lost. Shove it up your cunt. Get out of my
head! You're just a hallucination!)

"I thought you said you were nice," said Lisa, a bit stung.

"I'll be nice if you're real, how's that? And mean if you're not
real." (This is kind of funny.) "There's an incentive for you to
write me that letter."

"OK, bye," said Lisa. But it didn't stop her reading his
thoughts. They were all over the place. She could dim them by
trying to focus on her own homework, but it was hard. But then,
half an hour after she had said goodbye, it stopped. She relaxed.
Life was so much simpler when you just had your own thoughts.

Mark wanted his letter. So she dashed off a note, pretty much
copying what Mark had put in his, and put it in the mailbox that
very afternoon.

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Lisa woke in the middle of the night to powerful feelings. Sexual
arousal and images of a girl -- the one whose inner thigh had
aroused him that day.  She was reading Mark, and decided to stay
very quiet. She was aware of having a hard penis, which was a
strange sensation. She also felt his fingers stroking it. Finger
touch and penis touch correlated, and it felt very nice. Mark was
imagining that girl on his bed, naked, spread wide for the
taking. Every time his fingers slid up and down the shaft of his
penis, it felt exquisite. But he was driven to do more.

Suddenly into his thoughts came the memories of Lisa and their
conversation. What if she was real and was listening in? That
would be so embarrassing.

Lisa considered talking to him, but was a little ashamed. She'd
already been listening in on an intimate moment without making
her presence known.

She was then aware of Mark's frustration as he pulled his
underpants back up and his penis began shrinking.

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He got her letter, a few days later. She was in her last class of
the day when his thoughts flooded her mind. She shook her head,
which she hoped would look to any of her classmates like she was
just trying to clear out the cobwebs. But these were no cobwebs.

He'd gotten it the afternoon before and had been hoping he could
reach her. He had tried relaxing, concentrating -- trying
whatever he could to try to make the connection, but to no avail.
But mostly she got his thoughts, over and over: (Oh, shit. She
really is real! This is amazing. Who could I tell? No one...)
"Are you there, Lisa?" (Why don't you show up, now I know you're
real? I've never been able to control when the connections come
and go. I wonder if she can...)

"Hi, Mark," she whispered very softly.

"Thank God!" he said.  "Where do we start? You're whispering."

"I'm in class... What about 8 tonight, your time..."

"Oh, you're in class. Hmmm, that's inconvenient. Uh, OK, 8
tonight. But there's no way of knowing for sure if you'll show
up. Damn!" (But hmmm, if she's in class, maybe I should calm down
so she can concentrate...)

"That would be nice."

His thoughts did become calmer and less intrusive, and she was
able to pay attention at least some of the time for the rest of
the class.

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At 11, Lisa had finished her bedtime routine. She lay in bed and
concentrated, then relaxed, then concentrated again. Yeah, she
really had no idea how to make the connection happen.

There was nothing, and her mind wandered. Suddenly an awareness
of his room came to her.

"Hi, Mark."

"Oh, hi! Finally! OK, wow..."

"Calm down, if you can. Can you read my thoughts, Mark?"

(Right, time to calm down.) "No. I can just hear you. It's one of
those times when thoughts flow west to east, I guess. Let me
think of something."

"OK."

(Seven. Seven. Seven.)

A brief pause. "Yeah, I can read yours just fine. Seven, a fine
number. What a profound thought, you were thinking about seven."

"Why don't we both think really hard about reading the other
person's thoughts..."

A minute passed. Lisa thought silently: (Earth to Mark's brain.
Come in Mark's brain...) She smiled. (Three, three, three.) No
echo came back through his thoughts.

At the same time, she clearly picked up, (Listen for Lisa. Where
is she? Maybe I could relax a little more. OK, I give up. )
"Nope."

"I knew you'd say nope. I knew it before you said. You didn't
need to say 'nope'."

(Well, aren't you Miss Smarty Pants.) "I can't tell what thoughts
of mine you're getting. It's really confusing." (But did I really
call her a cunt the other day. Oops. that's not very nice.)

"Yeah, it wasn't very nice." But she was actually having fun, she
realized.

"Sorry. Yeah, maybe we should just both talk. Keep a rhythm of
conversation going." (And so maybe I won't think about words like
'cunt' and 'fuck' and about masturbating... And she probably
knows all this...) "Yeah, but in my position right now, I better
not lie, or you'll know!"

"Bwa-ha-haaaa! I knew. You just thought some four-letter words."

(Shit.) "But I'll get my turn to listen to your every little
thought."

"Not if I can help it!"

(Uh-oh. My worst thoughts? Sex, sex, sex... Picking my nose...
Think good thoughts, Mark. Sweet thoughts!)

Lisa smiled. But all her worst thoughts would come through sooner
or later. If they were going to have mingling minds, best to be
on good terms? Make a real effort to like him? But she didn't
really need to fight revulsion at Mark's thoughts. She imagined
what it would be like if he was a real jerk...

"But seriously, Mark, seriously..."

"OK." (What's she up to?)

"I... I like you, Mark. And... while we might not have much
choice about this, I think we can make something good out of it.
I mean, I'd like to be your friend."

(This is so strange... How can it be real?) "Scientists would
love to study us. This is the first solid evidence of
mind-reading. We could even prove it... Unless the connection
never came back when they were listening in."

"I don't want to be a government project. And... Maybe the whole
thing is a dream... Maybe I just imagined getting your letter."

"Yeah, I thought that too. But it's all so very real." (What were
we talking about before? Oh yeah, being friends. This makes me
nervous.)

"Yeah, I know. I'd be suspicious too. I'm sorry. But I meant it.
And you'll be able to tell later, right. I'd like to be there for
you."

She felt a surge of positive emotion from him. "Me too, I'd like
to be there for you. Help you whenever I can."

"Good."

There was a brief pause.

"Whoa!" said Mark, but now it sounded different to Lisa -- more
like a voice at arm's length.

"That sure is disconcerting," said Lisa.

"It switched! Now I'm getting your thoughts."

"Right. And I'm not getting yours." Lisa felt her mind clear, in
a sense. Just one person's thoughts, just her own. She relaxed.
But at the same time she felt confusion, embarrassment,
vulnerability. And he would know that.

"That's right," said Mark. "It's more work to be the one
listening in, more stressful in a way. But then when you're being
spied on... you feel helpless."

"Yeah, I'd say so."

"And your voice switches, too. I wonder if it's just voice. When
you were in class, I couldn't hear the teacher or anything."

They discovered that Lisa could not hear the sound of Mark
whacking a book down on his desk. She couldn't hear anything over
the radio or the rustle of his bedclothes or him rubbing his
hands. It was just the vocalization, the words or whispers or
throat-clearings or groans. Later they would confirm that it was
symmetrical when the connection reversed.

Lisa thought to herself. (So, what are the secrets you really
don't want Mark to know? Oh, shit, now he's going to find out how
ugly I am.)

"There's no keeping secrets, really. Because when it swaps back
you can kind of tell what the other person was thinking about
before."

(Did you hear me think I'm ugly?)

"Yeah... So why don't you go to the mirror and settle it."

Lisa felt panic, dread -- and resignation.

"Maybe you'll think I'm ugly too."

Lisa couldn't recall Mark looking at his own image. Maybe boys
were luckier that way, less concerned about appearance. Feeling
miserable, she walked over to the mirror and stood in front of
it.

"Uh, can you get more light?"

She switched on the overhead light and resumed her position.

"Well, if you'd smile that would help."

She realized she had been scowling. So she smiled a little.

"You're really quite pretty."

"Liar. Remember, I'll know it later."

"Right. Quite pretty... God, this is hard. But if you find I'm
lying later it will be even more embarrassing."

(Oh God, it's true. I'm ugly as sin.)

"You won't be homecoming queen. But I like looking at you. You've
got a nice smile. And great teeth. And everything else is OK,
too. And... If I was your boyfriend, I'd love to kiss you."

Lisa felt a turmoil of vulnerability and embarrassment. (Is it
true, he'd like to kiss me? Or is he just saying that?)

"Yeah, it's true. Though I don't know, sometimes I don't say just
what I meant. Sometimes I don't know what I want to mean."

(Everyone must feel that way. But I like the humility.) "What if
one of us starts to, you know, 'like' the other but the other one
doesn't?"

"Hmmmm. I don't know... I guess we take it as a compliment?"

Lisa thought. What else was embarrassing? It came to her again,
the heart of the whole sex business. She lay on her back, naked,
legs spread wide, a boy lowering himself on her, this time
equipped with the best her imagination could supply of a large,
stiff penis, the huge thing poking against her opening. (You can
read all of that, right? Lisa the slut... or worse, the pathetic
ugly bitch that no boy would fuck for a million bucks. His penis
wouldn't even get hard.)

"Oh, shit, Lisa... I... I'd love to fuck you, I mean, make love
with you. I'd like that so much."

On the surface Lisa felt stung by his words. But then into her
mind came the memory of Mark masturbating.

"You were there? Oh, no..." Mark whimpered.

(I guess I hadn't thought of it until now, so he's just finding
out.) "It was OK. It's natural.  All boys masturbate, right? It
sure felt good to me, through your mind."

"Really?"

"Yes! I mean, I've never been a boy, but when you stroked your
hand up and down -- I could feel how good it felt."

"Well, that's nice..." Mark said, but without conviction.

"I kinda wish you'd kept going and finished. It felt good when
you were doing it, but I felt frustrated when you stopped -- just
like you, I figure?"

"Yeah, just like me." There was a pause. "Really, no secrets from
each other at all. None."

For a moment, Lisa felt her emotional nakedness more deeply than
ever.

And just then, the connection broke.

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Mark and Lisa were both smart and inquisitive. They rapidly
mapped out the mechanics of their mind-reading.

Lisa could not force her way into Mark's mind. But if he decided
he'd let her in, then she could often make the connection to read
his thoughts. Interestingly, if he decided the last thing he
wanted to do was let her read his mind, she could often get in
then too. She'd sometimes be drawn in then without really trying.
It was a bit like, "Don't think of an elephant!" She was least
likely to get through if he was just intently involved in
something else. And the rules were exactly the same in the other
direction. They could never swap who was reading whose mind, even
if they both wanted to. But it occasionally happened.

They talked about the difference between telling the truth,
lying, and leaving things unsaid. Lisa was a little hurt that
Mark thought her eyebrows were too dark and prominent. But he
couldn't help feeling that way, and she knew it. It was obvious
that saying he thought they were perfect was no good, as his lie
would be uncovered. But it was somehow better to leave his
negative reaction unsaid, and just let her discover it later.
Because to actually go out of his way to say it was being unkind.

When Lisa first took a look through Mark's eyes, looking at
himself in the mirror, she thought he had bad acne and big ears.
When he found this out later, he was not in the least surprised.
She also thought he was not built like an athlete. But he was
delighted to find that in spite of all that, she thought he was
sexy. That part she said out loud, with some embarrassment to
both of them, but later he could tell it was true. He had
fantasized about girls plenty before, including what he might do
to get a girlfriend. In the past when he imagined himself asking
Anne out on a date, he imagined himself through her eyes as
hideous. And now he knew that through Lisa's eyes, at least, he
was pretty sexy. Someone a girl could fantasize about in a
positive way. A girl might reject him, but maybe she wouldn't
think it was ridiculous that he had asked.

And Lisa in turn learned all this when thoughts were flowing from
west to east.

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"Ooohhh! What's that feeling? Are you sick?" asked Mark.

"Me, no. Why?"

"Is it indigestion?"

"No... Oh, cramps! Welcome to cramps, Mark. Not especially bad
ones."

"Shit, let me out of here."

"Ah, c'mon, suck it up. It comes with the territory of being a
girl."

"But I'm not a girl."

"I guess you are for the moment." (At last, a boy who knows a
little about what cramps are like.)

"I'll never again think a girl is a sissy for complaining about
cramps."

(Good boy! Oops, that's kind of condescending.)

"That's OK... that's OK."

Lisa concentrated hard on her homework and pretty soon Mark was
released.

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"So that's how a urinal works," said Lisa.

Mark groaned.

"It kind of burns just a little when it comes out. Not too bad...
Then shake, shake, shake, and stuff it back in your pants. No
toilet paper."

Mark was opening the boys' room door into the corridor, so he
didn't speak out loud. (Well, with you, you let it go and it like
falls out of you instantly. Psssssst. All done!)

"I guess so," said Lisa with a laugh. "You're not just prolonging
the experience of peeing because you think your penis is just SO
cool?"

(Yeah, right. Well, it IS pretty cool... Oops, she'll pick that
up.)

"Actually, you're right, it IS pretty cool."

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"What the heck is that? It's like you haven't eaten in a week...
Oh, oh, I see."

What Lisa saw was a very pretty girl standing in front of Mark in
the lunch line. She wore a short red skirt. Her low-cut top
didn't fully hide a rather skimpy bra, which in turn didn't
really hide a pair of sizable breasts. She rocked back and forth
on her feet as she talked with her girlfriend. The intensity of
Mark's attraction was very uncomfortable.

Mark didn't formulate any thoughts for Lisa's consumption. But
the girl sure was hot, and his penis was getting partially erect.

"A pretty girl. A gorgeous girl. I can see that. But your desire!
Man, I think I'm beginning to get where rape comes from,"
murmured Lisa.

Mark couldn't suppress a laugh.

The two girls turned. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," he said. "Just a strange thought that came
into my mind."

The two girls looked at him like he was weird, and turned back.

(Hey, don't crack me up at the wrong moment.)

"Sorry," murmured Lisa.

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Lisa stormed into her room and slammed the door behind her.

"Hmmmm," came Mark's voice.

"Oh, you were there? Now you know what an awful witch my mother
is!" They had just been fighting over whether Lisa could wear a
particular rather short skirt to school the next day.

Mark didn't say anything, so Lisa repeated. "Hello? My -- mother
-- equals -- horrible -- witch!"

"Ummm, yeah, I guess."

"What! You're taking her side?"

"Well, I've got to be kind of honest, right?"

"No! Not if you're my friend!" Brief pause. (Sometimes I wish I
didn't have to know what you think.) "OK, I guess so, but what do
you know about mothers and daughters?"

"The skirt is pretty short."

"Yeah, but you've seen some of the other girls, right? Is it
different in California? Well, of course not! That girl you
almost raped in the lunch line, for example!"

"And just how much fun was I having in the lunch line looking at
Mandy's short, short skirt?"

"Yeah, well of course we want to look attractive. And it's cool.
It's the latest."

"I don't know fashions, but it would be just as cool if it was
three inches longer. That's a boy's perspective, at least."

"Oh."

"With your mom, too, you said an awful lot of mean things."

"Did not! She deserves every word and worse!"

"Well, I had an idea."

"OK, Ann Landers." Sarcasm, both audible and mental.

"Why not say that you accept what she says and that you are not
going to wear the skirt to school. But also say you want her to
know that you think it would be just fine if you did."

"What?"

He explained it again.

"That's stupid."

"OK. But I'm on your side. It's what I thought might work best."

"It was stupid."

"Give it a try. What do you have to lose?"

Lisa had much to say about what she had to lose.

But she tried later, when she was not connected to Mark. Her
mother was obviously relieved that she agreed not to wear it to
school. And that made Lisa mad because it felt like her mother
had won. Then she got to the harder part.

"I won't wear it, but I still think it would be OK to wear it."

"That's ridiculous. It's too short!"

Lisa fumed. And then she heard Mark clear his throat. He had
apparently slipped into her head unnoticed.

She was seething and couldn't think of anything to say.

Mark presumably sensed that, because he dared to tell he what she
should say, word for word.

And because Lisa was so upset, she trusted him and just repeated
what he said. "That's not the point... The point is that *I*
think it would be OK to wear it... You think I'm wrong. But I
don't... I have my own opinions... And I want you to recognize
that that's what I think." The pauses came as she waited for Mark
to cue each line. It felt weird to say those things, but she
realized she believed everything she'd said. At least she thought
she did.

"What?" Her mother looked startled. "Are you feeling OK?"

"I'm fine." She felt angry and confused, but there was a little
bright spot. Mark was on her side.

Her mother paused, thinking hard. "You want to get into who's
thinking what?"

"Yes," said Lisa, unprompted. "I have my own opinions. Sometimes
they're different from yours. And I want you to recognize that."

Her mother's brow was furrowed. "OK, Lisa, I recognize that's
your opinion. You're allowed to have your own opinions." And Lisa
could tell she meant it. Sort of meant it. Meant it enough.

And while it was in one sense a silly detail, it was also somehow
very important. It opened a crack of understanding between them.
They still fought plenty, but less. They could sometimes find
that crack and defuse a situation. They were two different
people, with opinions that had to be respected. Sometimes the
arguments went Lisa's way and sometimes they didn't. But it was
much better. And Mark had somehow seen it. He later explained how
he'd been around the edges of groups in Berkeley where adults
learned to communicate more clearly, and a little of it rubbed
off.

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Mark lay in bed, remembering Mandy that day saying something nice
to him and smiling. His cock was stiff. What he'd like to do to
Mandy... But what if Lisa came into his mind, uninvited as usual?
She'd said before that she'd felt his desire and pleasure, and
kind of wished he'd finish. And he trusted her more, he guessed.
The desire burned in him. He pulled down his underpants so he had
free access. Then he stroked away, imagining his cock poking
between Mandy's legs, finding the opening, finding and absorbing
the warmth within.

But then he realized he hadn't done any foreplay. What would Lisa
think? So he pulled out his imaginary cock and kissed Mandy, then
fondled her breasts, then stroked her between the legs with his
fingers, aware that he had no idea what he was doing. He wondered
if that was enough, and then figured to hell with it. Those
thoughts of foreplay had been compressed into just a couple
seconds. What he wanted was to fuck Mandy. Shove his cock up her
pussy, pound away... He figured Lisa wasn't listening in, but she
had said she'd felt the same pleasure. When he came, would it be
kind of like making her come too?

It was an erotic dimension all its own, and multiplied his
pleasure. Yes, he would truly love to be mounted on Mandy, her
legs wide apart as she welcomed him inside, smiling up at him. In
his imagination her hair was mussed, intimate and inviting, her
eyes and face so pure and fresh and hot. Her breasts stood out,
but down below her smooth curves led over a mound, between silky
thighs, all to the female center he craved. He occupied it, fully
and insistently, he pounded away, making her all his, and he felt
the pleasure building. It felt SO fantastic, and then the
pleasure crashed in a wave of satisfaction and he was spurting
his juice deep up her cunt. Imaginary Mandy shuddered with her
own orgasm as Mark delivered his load. He lay panting, inevitably
aware that he had of course spurted on his own chest, and not
inside a girl. After a while he took a fistful of tissues from
the box beside his bed and cleaned up. (Are you there, Lisa?)
There was no answer.

But Lisa had been there, staying quiet as a mouse. She was
delighted with the pleasure and the relief -- that's what an
orgasm felt like? But she was a little surprised at the spurting
part. She knew sperm came out the end of a penis, but had no idea
of the details, like the multiple globs. And somehow she expected
there would be a thought like, "Now shoot the sperm out." There
was none. Mark felt the overwhelming pleasure and the release,
but the sperm part was automatic, something that just happened.

---------------------------------------------------------

Lisa was reading Mark the next evening. She got his thought that
he had picked up from her that she HAD been tuned in when he
masturbated.

"Yeah, jerking off... Your orgasm feels fantastic. Kind of gross
making a big mess, though."

(It's embarrassing -- it's so personal... )

"Yeah," she sighed. "Sorry about that. I liked the feeling a lot.
If I'm going to have to join you in feeling like raping Mandy in
the lunch line, I'd like to join you in relieving the urge when
you're alone later. But I have a question. Would you like me to
tell you when I'm listening in?"

(Hmmmm. Hot idea, but kind of scary too.) "Maybe better not...
What about you? I can tell you used to masturbate a little, now
and then, and sometimes I've felt the thought go through your
mind since we got connected, but you won't consider it because I
might drop in any time."

"Well, yeah..."

(I've been with you in the shower, I've been through changing
tampons and pads, through some smelly poops...)

"Yeah, but those are just things girls have to do. Sex is
different. It's embarrassing if I do something like that that I
don't have to do."

"Yeah, that makes sense." (I guess... But I've sure loved to know
what it feels like for a girl... And not just any girl, for
Lisa....)

Lisa felt a little thrill.

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"Hey, Mark."

"Oh, you heard that. She's always nagging me like that. I just
ignore her."

"Why?"

"It's stupid. My room's fine like it is. Have you ever seen Tom's
room?"

"No, but I'm sure yours is not the messiest room around."

"Nowhere near!"

"I'd like it if you'd clean it up a little."

"You? You don't live here!" (Are you going to be a nag?) She felt
his hurt and confusion.

"Well, I kind of do, a fair amount, right?"

"You mean you care about it?" (It's none of your damn business!)

"Yeah, I do. You can't even get across the room without stepping
on something."

"So, I step on things. So what?"

"So, maybe I have an idea."

(Oh, I helped you with your mother, and now you think you can
help me with mine. Ha!) She felt his dread at the thought of
cleaning up. Many memories of contemplating a hopeless task.

"So, what about trying to think about clean-up a different way...
Let me help you. One step at a time. Just be my robot."

(I wish you'd just go away. But OK...)

"Pick up the clothes, one thing at a time."

Hopeless feeling.

"You're not cleaning up your room. You're just doing what Lisa
says, right now."

(OK, for you...) "I can never tell if something's dirty."

"It's all dirty. Or just assume it is. No harm if you're wrong...
But it mostly is, believe me. That one's inside out, fix it...
Unwad the sock... Good job... Don't worry about the crumbs, just
brush them off into the wastebasket... Oh, the wastebasket is
overflowing... Just dump them over there for now..."

Mark stopped. (If I do this, I'm giving in. My mom will have
won.)

"She offered you a bunch of stuff, you know. Like getting the car
on Saturday sometimes. That calculator you've been wanting."

"But it's all on her terms. Her game."

"Hmmm. Well, propose your own terms."

"Like what?"

"Say you'll clean your room if she promises to let you buy $100
of new clothes."

"What? Clothes shopping? Blech!"

"Say you get to pick everything."

"I have no idea what clothes to get."

"No, but I do. I know what's decent. What girls would like."

"It sounds boring."

"It might be, but just a couple hours and you'll be all done."

Suddenly the connection reversed, and Mark was seeing the inside
of Lisa's picked-up room, through Lisa's eyes. Lisa's thoughts
including her adjustment to being blind to anything in
California. She only heard Mark's voice.

"Hmmm," said Mark. "Maybe that's God's way of saying I don't need
to clean my room."

"Yeah, right... One thing... You've got to propose the deal
before you've cleaned the room up all the way. So you've got some
leverage." She laughed. "I guess I didn't need to convince you to
stop cleaning the room."

But he didn't stop right away. He asked her a few questions, even
though all she had to go on now was what he said. And then the
connection broke.

Mark brokered the deal. His mother was delighted he was willing
to buy clothes and happy to pay for them -- less happy when he
said he'd be the one to pick them out.

Sometimes beginning is half the job. Once he knew Lisa could help
him, he realized he knew what to do with lots of the papers. He
found two long-overdue library books. For other things, Lisa was
a great help. Sometimes she admitted she didn't know what the
perfect thing to do was, but that it didn't matter. Making a
decision one way or the other was what mattered.

He gave his mother a large pile of clothes he'd outgrown.

"Oh, dear, look at this one. I remember when I got that shirt for
you, do you? ... And this sweater!"

Exasperation. Despair. Would Lisa know what to say? Can you help,
Lisa? He realized he had timed this exchange at a point he knew
Lisa would be alone and able to talk. Please, Lisa?

"Hey Mark," said Lisa. "I just tuned in. Interrupt her."

(Oh, great! I love you!) "Mom, mom!" said Mark, and she stopped.
Mark waited.

"Tell her, 'I cleaned my room... It wasn't easy for me... This
part of it isn't my problem, OK? Here are the clothes... You deal
with them... They're your part of the problem.'"

When he'd delivered that unfamiliar speech, his mother stopped
and frowned.

"Doesn't a mother have a right to reminisce a little?"

Lisa had an answer. "Sorry, not when I've just done something
really hard for me."

She looked up at her son and down again.

"OK," she said. "You're right. They're my problem and I will
handle them."

"Hey Mark, say 'Thanks, mom.'"

"No way!" hissed Mark.

"What's that?" said his mother.

"Nothing, nothing," Mark said, then murmured, "And thanks for
handling the old clothes, mom."

She turned, looked at him, opened her mouth to speak, shut it
again, then said, "You're welcome, Mark."

Mark drove on his own to buy clothes. On the first expedition,
Lisa only showed up briefly, so he didn't get anything. But on
the second one he got a collection of things that Lisa suggested.
A couple he vetoed because they just didn't feel right, but he
ended up with a wardrobe he felt good about. Partly it was
because he trusted Lisa to know what his classmates would think
looked decent.

---------------------------------------------------------

Mark was lying in bed, thinking of Julie from school, thinking of
the numerous glances he'd gotten up her skirt to her panties. He
was thinking of her naked. His penis was hard.

What if Lisa was listening in? Well, she said she'd liked it.

He imagined Julie in his bed with him, lying beside him facing
him, raising her leg and holding her pussy open.

But then the girl shifted from Julie to Lisa, a girl whose mind
and body he had shared at times. He knew Lisa's private parts
from wiping them, from inserting tampons and removing them, from
pads and the miscellaneous stuff that leaked out. He knew her
cramps. He had been there as she washed herself there -- as well
as her breasts and the rest of her. He felt guilty, but then he
decided to not worry. She had worried no boy would want to fuck
her. Well, he did, and he'd prove it.

Mark took the invitation and plunged in. It felt fantastic, and
he imagined himself close and intimate with Lisa and all her
parts. He wanted to be close to it all, to hug it all, except the
one part that he penetrated and hugged him instead. In a minute
he delivered his imaginary load into his girl, thinking of making
her pregnant, while his real load splatted out onto his chest.

It turned out Lisa had not been present for any of that.

---------------------------------------------------------

It was Mandy again. He sucked her breast while below he fucked in
and out of her delicious cunt.

He wondered if Lisa was listening in. He decided it was more fun
if she was. He would assume she was there.

"Feel that, Lisa. Feel me fucking her? Feel how good it is?
Mmmmm... Not sure how you feel about sucking boobs, but as for
the fucking up the cunt, well... I changed my mind. If you're
listening in, I'd like to know. That would be really hot."

"Hey, Mark," came Lisa's whisper.

She was listening in! And whispering. Both things made his lust
stronger.

"Mmmm, that's nice!" whispered Lisa.

This was so exciting.

Suddenly it reversed. Now Mark was feeling Lisa's sensations. She
had her panties around her ankles. One hand was rubbing her
pussy, the other a breast.

"Mark, Mark?" whispered Lisa.

It seemed she hadn't picked up the reversal at once. Mark cleared
his throat.

"Oh, shit, so it reversed?" She felt shame -- deep shame.
Embarrassment.

"It's OK," said Mark softly. "It makes me feel better. And your
feelings are pretty nice too. Girls like sex, right? Girls
masturbate too. I love feeling you feel yourself like that. I've
never had a pussy or a clitoris, right?"

Lisa's arousal had vanished, but now with Mark's talk, it came
back, a little. She gave herself a few rubs, but it just wasn't
working. "I'm... I'm not ready. And you're not my boyfriend."
(Shame, guilt, he's not cool, oh what an awful thing to think...)

"That's OK, Lisa. No problem. It's all OK," said Mark softly.

She put herself back together again and sat up on the bed.

The connection broke shortly after.

Mark was disappointed, but not enough to keep him from seeking
release. He had a splendid orgasm, fueled in part by that erotic
feeling of Lisa's hand on her own pussy.

---------------------------------------------------------

The connection re-established itself in both directions over the
next few days as it always did. Mark already knew that Lisa
didn't find him cool -- as far as he knew, no one on earth found
him cool. He confirmed his earlier thought that he'd love to fuck
Lisa. Since that was not possible, he'd love to learn everything
about her body while thinking the most lustful thoughts.

Lisa did not want to make love to anyone, not yet. But she loved
the idea of being there with Mark when he masturbated. His lust
made her more aware of her own. Another thrill came from her
awareness of his excitement at her sexual response the few times
he's glimpsed it. It also helped her accept it with less
embarrassment. She was interested in exploring sexually, though
she wanted to do it alone, at least for now.

"So when could I explore and know you won't listen in?" she said.

"Well, it's never a sure thing. Maybe when I'm watching the 49ers
game on Sunday," he said. "I should be really into that, so
probably the connection won't form." (I want to be good, but
damn, I want to be there when Lisa's playing with her cunt... oh,
shit...)

"OK," said Lisa unhappily. "Cunt, eh..."

"I'm sorry."

"That's a really bad word. You keep thinking it." It was not the
kind of thought that made her want him listening in on her
masturbation.

(I know... I care about you a lot, but... girls are so sexy...
oh, shit, I mean Lisa, YOU are wonderful, but that's not honest,
it's most girls who are sexy, and I kinda want to fuck all of
them... what a pig I am...)

"Well, OK. I'm the cunt who's sharing your brain half the time.
Mind if I call you prick?"

He laughed. (That's not very nice either!) "No, of course not.
I'd feel less guilty if you did."

"I'd probably feel just as excited if I was occupying the head of
some other boy when he came. Don't think you're any great shakes,
prick."

"Oh, I know." (I really am kind of pathetic... a brain, awkward,
say dumb things all the time, no good friends.)

"Oh, no, Mark. You're a good guy. You're a decent guy."

(You're kind of jerking me around here.)

"Well, it's kind of confusing for me too, you know. You really do
care about me, but then you think of me as a cunt and you'd like
to fuck just about girl who'd pull her panties down for you."

(Shame...) "I guess you're right. We've got a, um, complex
relationship."

---------------------------------------------------------

Sunday came. When it was 4pm in San Francisco it was 7pm in
Boston. Mark started watching the game.

A connection opened, and Lisa was reading Mark. "Guess I'm stuck
watching football for a while here."

"Mmmm," murmured Mark.

"Hope you enjoy the game."

His father was sitting beside him, and he realized Lisa could
just read his thoughts. (Thanks, Lisa.)

"Remember, if you do start reading me while I'm doing intimate
stuff, make your presence known, OK? Don't just do a creepy
voyeur thing without my knowing?"

(Sure thing.) It was also clear from his thoughts that a big part
of him would love to be there. There was some kind of big play
from the TV that drew his full attention, with cheers and excited
talk from the announcers. Shortly after the connection broke.

And then it was Lisa, alone with her body. She stripped naked.
Pretty average, she guessed, though her breasts weren't
symmetric. And she wasn't skinny like the really cool girls. And
her pubic hair -- so much of it! After a few seconds with her
nipples, which rapidly became erect, she sent both hands down to
her vulva. She rubbed her clit slowly now, attending to the
pleasure, and telling herself it was OK. It was OK to feel good,
she really ought to let herself. Mostly with a man some day, of
course, but by herself was OK too.

Then there was the matter of her vagina. Until puberty she had
hardly ever thought about it, but then periods came, and it
smelled different ways, none of them like perfume. She was afraid
other girls at school could smell it, even though the odor was
faint and she never smelled anything from them. Yet this was the
center of the sex act. This is where Mark wanted to shove his
penis in -- though it seemed impossible it could fit. She slid
her little finger inside gently, working it in all the way.
Tampons went about that deep. She knew that intercourse involved
the penis going in and out pretty fast, and she tried it now with
her little finger. There were some sexy feelings that came from
that, but not so terribly strong. She slid the little finger out
and sniffed it, wrinkling her nose. She tried her middle finger
this time, and that went in too, though the last inch stretched
some tissues that weren't used to being stretched. She tried
pushing that finger in and out too, the motion known as fucking
-- a dirty word. If she went a little slower it felt a little
better. They said girls came to really like that in and out, but
she couldn't quite see it. But she'd better come to like it OK,
because that's what men wanted to do. She thought of Mark's big
penis and how to him her vagina was a cunt -- the part of a girl
that took the fucking.

As she formulated that thought, she suddenly heard a football
game, a bit of commentary from Mark and his father, and Mark's
thoughts.

(3rd and 10, they'll never make it, but we need this one, there
it goes, and YES! a 15-yard reception. Lisa's playing with
herself. That's so hot. I wish I could be in on this, but I'm
supposed to do my best to stay away. I want to fuck her cunt so
bad! Oh, bad Mark for that thought. Hope she's not listening in.
Hand-off and run up the center stuffed for a loss of one. Stay
with the game, stay with the game!)

The connection broke. The interruption had made her pleasure
start fading. Now she paused to massage her clitoral area and
warm herself up. Then she combined the two -- in and out with her
right middle finger, rubbing her clit with fingers of her left
hand.

This was OK, she told herself. It felt good, and it was natural
and a good thing. She'd never had an orgasm. If she kept going
and did it right she could have one. She knew what Mark's felt
like, and knew she could feel the same sort of release and
pleasure. Maybe it helped her to know what she was aiming for --
assuming hers was like his. She tried a little of this, a little
of that. Her vagina was very slick. She realized with a little
excitement that this happened precisely so a hard penis could
slide in and out more easily. She found a different rhythm --
that was promising.

"Ahem."

Her hands stopped moving, and her arousal stopped building.
(Damn, figures. Why won't the prick give me any privacy?) Then
she started again, trying to do the exact same things, but
inhibited by Mark. "All right, you creep, talk to me, don't just
sit there doing heavy breathing."

"OK, that feels really nice, what you're doing. I love it."

"Thanks," she said. "Did you say 'ahem' when you first hooked
into me?"

"Well, I was watching TV, and I had to wait for the play to be
over."

"When we were connected before, you murmured to tell me something
with your dad there."

"Yeah, I guess I did. It was only a few seconds. Just long enough
to get to my room. And pull my pants off and lie down..."

"In other words, you listened a long time."

"No, like a minute total, I swear."

"Creep. Barging into a girl's bedroom."

"You want to know what I'm doing?"

"No." (Yes.)

"My cock is so hard, and I've never felt so excited in my life.
It's incredible."

"Pervert." (Surge of pleasure.) Lisa began moving her hands with
more care.

"I get your pleasure and mine together. Mingling, kind of, I
don't know, groping each other, or, no, I mean, stroking each
other gently. Not our bodies! Just our pleasures."

"Sicko." (Imagine pleasures mixing, blending, copulating, fucking
each other.)

"I am really a perverted creep, aren't I? But it feels so
great... I could ejaculate any moment, but I'm waiting for you."

(Oh. Pressure to perform. I've never succeeded before.)

"Oh, it's OK, don't worry, I won't wait forever, I'll be fine no
matter how it goes... Want me to tell you what I'd like to be
doing."

"You're an asshole." (But you can tell I don't really mean it...
I imagine you want to fuck your prick up my cunt.)

"Yeah, I want to be lying on top of you, looking at your sexy
body and especially those sexy breasts -- from above, and
watching my prick driving in and out where your finger's going. I
want that so much."

(His weight on me, that cock somehow fitting inside, making
itself fit, forcing in...)

"Yeah, I want to feel your hot vagina..."

(Cunt. My cunt... I can't believe I thought that.)

"I want to feel your hot, wet cunt all around my cock, as I drive
it in and out, I want to be fucking you, fast and hard and deep,
and feel how good it feels to you too. And then, just when you
start coming, I want to come too..."

(Pregnancy... contraception.)

"No, we're safe, we're totally safe. Three thousand miles apart.
But yeah, I want to come, to spurt my stuff way up your cunt. I
want to make you pregnant, give you my baby."

Thrill! (It is safe, isn't it... But I want to come. Make me.
Make me somehow.)

"Lisa, I want to be in your cunt. Jamming your cunt full of my
prick, over and over again."

(But I've always been a good girl, I shouldn't... But if I didn't
have any choice...)

"You have to! I won't let you go. I'll jam it in there whatever
you say."

(And... and... it's called 'rape'. Rape me and make me pregnant.
Oh, God... what am I saying?) She felt incredible pleasure. She
had been ignoring her vagina, and now plunged her middle finger
up into it, over and over again, fast.

"Yeah, I'll rape your cunt so hard, dump all my sperm inside,
because you're a naughty girl, a very naughty girl!"

(He shouldn't say that, but... Oh, dear, it feels SO good... Say
it again? Or don't... Or do...)

"You naughty girl, I'm raping your cunt so hard!"

"Oh God, oh, oh, oh!" And then it happened. Her pleasure surged
and broke.

"I'm coming way deep in your dirty cunt, you bad, bad girl!"

His words gave a little upward zip on a downward glide. Gradually
she stopped stroking herself and lay back, panting. After many
seconds, she said, "Did you come, for real?"

"Oh, yes, it's all over my chest and hands."

(But it could have been inside me, stuffing me pregnant, knocking
me up. Bad girl. You called me a bad girl, that's not nice... I
loved it.)

"You are a naughty, slutty girl. Maybe I ought to spank you."

(Let's not go overboard here.)

Mark laughed. "Sorry. So you like to fantasize about naughty
things. That's fine -- it's hot for me. And that was amazing,
like two orgasms at once..."

(Why couldn't I feel the two orgasms at once? Selfish prick.)
"What's your penis like now?"

"It's pretty soft."

"Have you cleaned up yet?"

"No, I don't want to end the mood... And I'm waiting for my sperm
to make you pregnant."

Lisa smiled.

Then reality flipped.

Lisa laughed. "Oh, oh! I see! You're telling the truth!" She saw
his hand gliding over a floppy penis, much reduced in size, slick
whitish goo everywhere.

"Oh, right. I lost you, but it flipped... So now you're the
Peeping Tom. Peeping Lisa." (Excitement. I really shouldn't.. but
she'll know anyway...) "You want to do it again?"

Lisa hesitated. Bad girl? No. To hell with that. "Sure. Will it
work so soon?"

"They say a girl's ready to go any time. With a boy it takes a
little while to recover, but it looks like I'm recovering." (God,
I want to fuck her cunt so bad, I wish she was here. I'm crude,
but she knows it.)

Lisa could feel that penis from the inside. Was that what it felt
like when it was growing? Mark let go of it, and then as he
watched it was apparent how it was growing rapidly, the tip
lifting off from his stomach, rising as the shaft got straighter.
Everything between Lisa's legs felt open and wet and ready to go.
She slid her fingers down, and her clit gloried in each touch,
with no backwash now of guilt or shame or uncertainty. She tried
fitting two fingers up her pussy, and while it was tight, they
went. How big would a penis be? Like three fingers? She tried
adding a third, but it hurt and she stopped. It wasn't a bad
hurt, though. If it was a penis, mmmmm -- Mark's hard cock, like
the one he was now stroking with his hand.

(You're not saying anything. Oh well...)

"I... Your cock is so great... I'd really love to get it up my
pussy, to feel it drive inside me." It was true. She did. Since
it was safe, she let herself revel in the thought that he could
make her pregnant.

"I'd sure love to do that for you. Or to you. Or with you."

"Cunt," she murmured. "Fuck my cunt." Her own girlish parts
didn't mind the nasty word. Not at all.

Mark did something a little different. He held his hand still and
thrust his hips upward, forcing his penis through his curled
fingers. (That's Lisa's cunt, and I'm fucking it. So good...)

Lisa watched and matched her rhythm to his, thrusting her two
fingers up inside her cunt every time he thrust. She stopped
rubbing her clit, to see what it might feel like. She tried
matching the depth too.

(She's not saying anything. Oh well.)

"I'm following you, Mark. Two fingers up my cunt. Every time you
push into your hand, I push them into me. And... I'm going to add
a third. To make it almost as big as your cock."

"Ohhhhh, that's fantastic."

"Here it goes... It hurts..."

(Uh-oh.)

"Just a little, like I want it to hurt. I want your cock up my
cunt so much I'm willing to have it hurt." But it didn't hurt for
long. It was a bit like the rape thing. Her cunt wanted to get
raped properly.

"So, tell me what rhythm works. What feels great."

What a cool idea! "A little slower, slower... good." The
bi-coastal fuck went on for a couple minutes. Lisa remembered it
was better if she talked. "Feels so good... Mmmmm." She felt the
twinned excitements, his and hers mixed together. Now she knew
what Mark had meant when he said their pleasures were grappling
each other, copulating. "Now a little faster.. a little
deeper..."

(Ummmm.... That's amazing, but I've got to think of other stuff,
don't want to come too soon.)

Lisa realized that when he held himself back, it was less
exciting for her. So she'd better work towards orgasm instead of
just letting it feel good. She thought of rubbing her clit again
with her other hand, but first she tried letting her thumb bump
against her clit as she fucked her fingers in and out. That was
pretty nice. Nice, and coordinated with Mark. Organic. Her
pleasure built. "Faster, faster..."

(Hope I can hold off.)

"Oh yeah, I'll want you to come in just a few seconds, almost,
almost..." She felt herself nearly ready, and if he really let
loose and went for it... "Now! Any time, fuck me hard and deep
and fill me with cum!"

(Aaahhhh! Lust! Fuck her!)

The surge of Mark's pleasure when he stopped holding back was
stunning, and her excitement was on a straight surge upward.
Within seconds, it was upon her... "Ohhhh!" she gasped.

"Did you come?" asked Mark urgently.

"Yes! Yes, I did. It felt so great. Now you..."

Mark stopped pressing up into his hand and instead started
jerking frantically. In terms of pure pleasure Lisa felt Mark's
much more strongly, and her own orgasm seemed to keep going,
drawn on by Mark's building pleasure.

"Now come in me! Make me pregnant!" she said, and was rewarded
with an extra sizzle to Mark's pleasure.

"Oh, shit! I'm coming in your filthy cunt! Oh, God!" Ecstasy.
Rhythmic contractions.

Mark's orgasm in her brain forced another one from her, and then
she too felt the two orgasms reverberating in her head, two souls
grappling each other with lusty abandon.

(Where are you?)

"Oh, yeah, I came again, Mark. It was fantastic. Just when you
did. Felt both orgasms at once... God I love you."

(Wonderful. Did she just say that?)

"Oh, I don't know, it just felt right, don't think about it too
much."

"I love you too, then. A whole lot."

They both lay sweaty, satisfied, relaxing, pulses returning to
normal. Every few seconds Lisa said, "Mmmm, so nice." so Mark
would know she was still with him.

Then she heard a distant knocking.

"Hey, Mark, you feeling OK? You missed the end of the game!"

"Oh, I'm fine." (Wait, no way I would miss the end of a game if I
was really fine.) "I mean, well, yeah, I was feeling kind of sick
but I'm better now."

"Don't you want to know who won?"

"Oh yeah, who won?"

"The Packers, unfortunately."

"Oh shit, too bad." (At the moment, I couldn't care less.)

A few minutes later the connection broke. It was just as well,
Lisa thought. That intensity was amazing, but after a while... It
was after 10. She showered, feeling relaxed and happy in a way
she never had before, and turned in early.

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She didn't connect to Mark the next day at all. By evening she
wondered if maybe that amazing sexual closeness had severed what
they had. She realized she was going to miss it a lot if so. But
she also remembered how upsetting it had been at first, and
thought about the future. Maybe it would be just as well to be
back to normal.

But a full three days later, she found herself listening in on
Mark's thoughts during his math class. She was in a free period,
and walked quickly to an isolated corner of the library. She
didn't announce her presence at first, but just listened. His
thoughts were mostly elsewhere, but pretty often he thought of
her with great fondness. He had the same mix of grief at the
prospect of it being over, and trying to see how nice it would be
to be back to normal too.

"Hi, Mark," she whispered.

He squirmed in his seat. (Hi! Oh, I've missed you so much! But
I'm in class.)

"Yeah, I can see. I bet we'll be connected later."

But the connection stayed open. She couldn't concentrate on much,
hearing the math class in the background and his own excited
blend of thoughts. Her free period ended and she went to her next
class.

His class ended. "You still there?" he murmured on his way out of
the room.

"Still here," whispered Lisa.

(This is so hot!) Mark found a stall in the boys' room, while
Lisa was listening to Mr. Cohen again.

She was aware of his erection, aware of him closing the stall
door. She cleared her throat and whispered very quietly, "This
isn't a good time."

"But I can't help myself!" he said. He whipped out his stiff cock
and started stroking.

Lisa felt the pleasure and was aware of her nipples stiffening
and her vagina getting warm and wet. She crossed her legs and
squirmed. And then Mark came, and Lisa had the surreal experience
of feeling someone else's orgasm as she sat in history class.

The connection didn't come back for another day.

Lisa woke to a soft whisper. "Having sweet dreams?"

(I'm sleeping. Oh, it's Mark. Mmmmmm.) She felt herself waking up
and feeling aroused, and was aware he knew it too.

"Oh, Lisa, I'd love it so much if you pulled your panties down
and felt yourself."

She didn't hesitate. Her fingers massaged soft tissues, then
probed her wet hole in Massachusetts.

He commented on it with excitement as his fingers surrounded a
stiff shaft in California.

She came while he called her a dirty slut, and he reported an
orgasm too.

"Mmmm, I'm sleepy Mark." (Hope he's not offended.)

"That's OK, sweety pie. I should be getting to sleep too. I feel
very satisfied."

"Good to hear." She felt safe drifting off, even knowing he might
still be listening in.

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"What about different positions?" he asked a couple days later,
when she was reading him.

"Like what?"

"You know, like doggy style."

Each of them got in the appropriate position, but since the other
person wasn't really there, it didn't feel very rewarding. They
might as well both be on their backs, which was certainly more
relaxing and involved less effort.

"You know," he said a couple weeks later, when Lisa was reading
him. "I really love what we do together, but it just makes me so
much hornier. I REALLY want to do it with a real girl."

"I am real."

"Well, yes, of course, I know that. I mean a girl I can touch and
kiss and feel right there with me."

Lisa had picked up the basic shape of this desire forming in his
mind for a few days now. "So when you fuck a hot, wet cunt, you
want it to be a real one?"

"Yes," he said, with just a fleeting trace of shame. "A real hot,
wet cunt."

Lisa knew what he meant. Her own sexual desire might have been
half-formed before, but it was fully formed now. Her body was
eager for sex -- for a real cock that stuck straight out of a
real flesh-and-blood boy and burrowed straight into her.

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Mark was reading her. They had finished sex an hour before. It
was midnight for her, 9pm for him.  He had probably been picking
up her idea already, so it was high time to say it out loud.

"Hey Mark. Lisa the Hallucination has an idea."

"Yeah?"

"I bet I could help you get a girlfriend."

"I've thought of that now and then. So have you. Funny how that
goes. So, what do you have in mind? More of our 'Repeat after
me...' deals?"

"Maybe later. But for now if you can keep your mind open at
school, I'll be open to it too, and I bet I'll pop into your head
a fair amount and scope out the social scene."

"Uh, OK. I wonder if it's better for you to let me know you're
there or just keep quiet."

"Maybe I can use my judgment?"

"Sounds good."

"If you're telling boob and ass jokes with Tom and Tony I'll
probably stay quiet."

"Good idea." Fleeting shame.

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"Hi, Mark."

"Hi, how's it going, friendly brain parasite?"

"Pretty good." Lisa didn't have to ask Mark how it was going --
she just knew.

"I think I've found your girlfriend for you."

"Uhhhh." (Hope its Leslie. Or Anne. Or Julie.)

"Yeah, you want the pretty, popular girls. Natural enough."

(Yeah, I'm shallow.) Shame.

"I think you should go for Nancy."

"Nancy, eh..." (She's not popular at all! Everyone would laugh at
us if we were together...)

"They would not laugh. They would be envious."

He imagined asking Nancy out. She picked up his cold
pit-of-the-stomach feeling.

"You don't just go up to her and ask her out. That's way too
direct."

(I'm listening...)

"You sit next to Cathy in one of your classes, right?"

"Physics."

"So talk to her."

(Cathy is not cool, either... In fact, she's ugly.)

"No, none of you are cool. Cool is overrated. Cool sucks."

(You're not cool either. Sour grapes?)

"Whatever. I'm the only girl in your head, last I knew, so you're
stuck with me. Or have some popular ones been passing through
too?"

Inner mirth. "No, you're still my one and only cranial visitor."

"So, talk to her."

"About what?"

"Oh, anything. College plans is safe, right? Talk about your
brother who went to Berkeley. Ask where she's thinking of going.
Ask if she has any brothers or sisters."

"Is she going to think I'm trying to date HER?"

"Maybe she'll hope, who knows. But she should be happy talking
with you. Talking's just talking."

"Uh, it's going to be awkward. But I'll try. Say, why did you
pick Nancy?"

"Kind of a hunch. She likes you. Not obsessed or anything, but
she likes you. And she seems interested in dating stuff, even
though she hasn't been dating. And you think she's sexy enough,
right?"

"You'd know as well as I would, I guess."

"Right."

So Mark talked with Cathy. It went well enough.

"I recommend a physics homework group," said Lisa. "Cathy, Nancy,
you and George."

"George? George would never do that."

"Of course not. But you've got to have another name instead of
just Nancy."

"OK. You girls can be so sneaky."

"I guess, I just thought it was common sense."

---------------------------------------------------------

So the homework group met. At the library, then at Nancy's house.
It was close to the school. They did some physics, but a lot of
talking. The girls were good at keeping the conversation going,
and Lisa offered tips now and then if she was listening in. Mark
talked about the 49ers and the girls expressed support but not
much knowledge. He felt weird when the other two talked about pop
groups and he didn't know any. Lisa had a brilliant suggestion
for his discomfort. "Very simple. Say, 'I don't really know much
about pop music.'" Admitting ignorance worked amazingly well.

Mark realized he felt pretty comfortable talking with both Cathy
and Nancy. Lisa judged it was time to go to the next step.

He arrived at Nancy's for group a little early and screwed up his
courage. "Hey, Nancy, would you like to get together some time?
Like this weekend? Take a walk?"

"Oh, um, sure, that would be nice."

And just like that he had a date. Catching her between classes
would have been so much more stressful. Lisa seemed to know what
she was doing.

On the walk they got into deeper subjects than they ever did in
the threesome with Cathy. Somehow they both had lots to say to
each other and the conversation became easy. There came a moment
of awkwardness when he suddenly popped into Lisa's head as she
was sitting down to dinner with her family. He tried to tune out
the conversation in Weston and succeeded pretty well. Fortunately
the connection didn't last long. Later he and Nancy sat on a
bench and there was a lull in the conversation. How could he
raise the subject of whether she'd be his girlfriend?

"Hi, Mark," came the voice in his head. His faithful friend to
the rescue. "Don't ask her anything. Just gently rest your hand
on top of hers."

Mark tried it, prepared in his mind for Nancy to suddenly get up
and start walking again. But instead, he never got to touch the
top of her hand. By the time his got there, she had turned hers
over so the hands touched palm to palm.

With the concept of romance agree upon, things moved very
quickly. There were a few gentle kisses on the bench, and she
snuggled up against him under his arm. They walked more.

They were both free the next day at 3pm, and chose to meet at a
spot close to his house. After more walking and a pizza together,
they retired to his bedroom -- which he had been able to put into
presentable condition the night before with just a little work.
There was more kissing, lying side by side on the bed, hugging,
hands roaming. To his surprise it was Nancy who asked about
condoms. He had none, and she said it wasn't that she wanted to
do it right away, but was thinking ahead. In their continuing
explorations they stripped to underpants and panties. He explored
her breasts. They got as far as a hand inside each other's
underpants, but decided to call it a night.

By the time he walked her home and returned, it was 11pm. As he
was grinning to himself and reliving the evening's events, he
suddenly found himself in contact with Lisa, asleep.

He made a nearly involuntary "Aaaahhhhh" sound, and Lisa stirred
and came to.

"Oh hi there, lover boy," she said groggily.  (I *was* sleeping,
you know.)

"I know, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up -- I'm just so happy
and excited."

"I popped in once. I wanna go back to sleep, but I had one thing
to say."

"Yeah?"

"You can suck a lot harder on her tits. I bet she couldn't feel a
thing the way you were doing it."

"Oh, OK."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

He lay quietly as her breathing became more regular, then the
connection closed.

Nancy and Mark managed to both be free the following evening and
convened again in his bedroom. This time he was armed with a
couple 3-packs of condoms.

Clothes came off more quickly, this time underpants too. When he
sucked her nipples, Nancy's little murmurs and inhalations
suggested that she agreed with Lisa. He spent quite some time
gently stroking and massaging Nancy's clitoris, using the motion
he had felt Lisa use on herself. His fingers gently worked
themselves into her vagina. They were both virgins, but her
passage didn't have any obvious obstructions. She's the one who
suggested maybe he should get a condom.

And then the moment came he had dreamt of for years now. He lay
on his girl, spread legs over spread legs, penis probing gently
between her legs into that infinitely special place. His tip
slipped inside her body. Miracle of miracles, he could press the
tip in further and further. It was a tight fit, but Nancy
indicated no distress. Quite the opposite. She looked up at him
with wonder and excitement, and he returned the look. When he was
in a couple inches, he began thrusting in and out. It was a
smooth, slick motion, with no catching or chafing. He felt
himself on the edge of orgasm and stopped. Nancy looked up at him
questioningly.

"If I move much more I'm going to come."

"That would be OK."

"Really?"

"Yes! That would be great!"

He began thrusting once more, still hoping to keep his excitement
in check, but his body would have none of it.  His strokes
instinctively got longer and deeper, his speed picked up, and in
a wild rush he seized with orgasm, spewing seed into the tip of
the condom.

In his arms was a real girl, from head to toe. Solid flesh, with
boobs and thighs and a real pussy. Also a face and hair and lips
to kiss and a pair of eyes to gaze into. And she was Nancy and he
liked her pretty much. He lay back, fully satisfied.

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Lisa was at her desk, reading her history assignment, when
suddenly she wasn't any more.

She lay on top of Nancy, and her penis had just penetrated the
girl. So Mark was losing his virginity. But something was wrong
here. She wasn't sitting at her desk back in Weston. She was ONLY
inside Mark's body, part of which was now burrowing its way into
Nancy's body. She didn't want to interrupt such a solemn moment,
but it was just pretty creepy.

"Uh, hello, Mark. Sorry to interrupt, but..."

Mark didn't answer out loud or by way of a whisper either, which
was OK. But she couldn't detect any disruption in his thoughts
from her comment -- no indication he had heard her. She then
realized that she hadn't heard her own voice -- she had tried to
talk about nothing came out.

She tried again. "Mark, Mark! Hey, what's going on?"

Nothing, except his own flesh on female flesh and in female
flesh, sounds of rustling, little grunts, sucking Nancy's nipple.
Lisa didn't want to be sucking a girl's nipple or lying on top of
a girl, but it had been OK before when she also felt grounded in
her own body. But this was different. And she didn't like to be
penetrating a girl with a penis that wasn't really hers.

Then she realized that something else was wrong. She knew Mark
felt pleasure, but it was different now. She didn't really share
it. In fact, what she felt was emptiness and frustration. It
seemed to increase as he became more excited, which was fast. He
said, "If I move much more I'm going to come."

Nancy's smile was sweet and accepting, but it wasn't meant for
Lisa. She now realized in a very direct way that she was not a
lesbian at heart.

Mark's thrusts were strong and deep and so very insistent, and
then he came. Lisa felt an empty desolation overtake her in a
mirror image of Mark's ecstasy. Fortunately hers faded just when
his did.

"Oh, God, Mark, this is awful. Let me out of here!"

No answer. She felt his penis softening inside Nancy, tried to
close her eyes when Mark's face met Nancy's for some kissing --
but it was no use, as she couldn't close Mark's eyes.

"I hope this stops soon," she said. She felt Mark pull back to
withdraw his soft penis and -- suddenly Lisa was back at her
desk, looking at her history homework.

She shuddered and sighed. That had been both frightening and
unpleasant. She realized that they didn't really know all the
parameters of this mind-reading she and Mark were experiencing.
There was no guarantee it was safe. This had been a different
kind of connection. Suppose she had just stayed in Mark's head
like that forever and never come back?

She absentmindedly brushed her teeth and got into her nightgown
and lay in bed. She slid her hand up to her crotch and started
massaging. She didn't feel especially sexy, but she felt a
compulsion to try to address the lingering sexual frustration. It
did seem to help, and within ten minutes the despair had all gone
and she felt a little positive sexual excitement. But she had no
real desire to go further with it. She noted how different it was
-- Mark unable to hold off from orgasm even when he wanted to,
and Lisa having to have everything just right to have one.

Hopefully the ordinary connection to Mark would open up in one
direction or the other so she could explain what had happened.

Just then her reality shifted, and she felt Mark's penis slowly
sliding into Nancy again. They were at it again, and Lisa steeled
herself. This time she tried hard to move, to speak, to scream,
to become aware of her bed. She tried to rip herself away, but
she had no connection with the physical world except through
Mark's body and mind, and he remained oblivious to her presence.

Mark briefly wondered if Lisa might be listening in, kind of
hoping she was, and looked forward to telling her all about it.

"I'm here, but I'm trapped!" Lisa tried to say.

This time Mark was in no danger of coming right away, and just
kept fucking away. Nancy seemed to be enjoying it, and Mark was
trying to pay attention and do things that she seemed to like.
But Lisa was just stuck in his male body, experiencing everything
he was. This included a raw, powerful desire to fuck Nancy. Mark
felt the pleasure, but Lisa felt discomfort. She hoped it would
end soon, but Mark was determined to make it last, hoping he
could give Nancy an orgasm. Twenty minutes went by. Sometimes
Mark tried different speeds and angles. He lifted himself up to
look down at Nancy's body, then lay down on her and hugged her
tight, but always thrusting away.

Lisa could feel his body start pestering him -- it was time for
another orgasm. Mark felt he'd lasted about as long as a girl
could expect, and he began thrusting harder, working himself up
to come. And just as before, Lisa felt a peak of desolation when
he came.

She paid close attention as he withdrew his penis, and sure
enough it was just when his tip slipped out of Nancy's body that
she was back in Weston again, lying in bed.

As she lay there, she massaged her clitoris again and the
desolation lessened. She had the presence of mind to check the
clock, and realized that about half an hour had passed.

She tossed and turned, worried and anxious.

Should she tell someone else about this? She still couldn't think
of a way to get anyone to take her seriously. Anyone should told
would treat her experience as a hallucination. Eventually she
drifted off to sleep.

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Lisa woke to the sensation of Mark lying in bed alone,
remembering with relish his sexual initiation.

"Mark! Mark!" shouted Lisa.

"Oh, hey, Lisa!" said Mark. "We did it. We did it twice. It was
so great!"

"Yes, I know," said Lisa coldly. "I was there, but it was
different. Totally different. I was trapped, and when it felt
good to you, it felt bad to me!"

"You're kidding..."

"No, I am not kidding!"

"Oh, that's too bad." (Sex with Nancy sure is fantastic.)

Lisa wondered briefly if it was partly envy that accounted for
her reaction. She decided it wasn't. In some small, clear space,
she really did feel good for Mark. It was just that her own
experience had been terrible.

"I wasn't in myself at all, I was ONLY in you. Claustrophobic.
And then your pleasure... I could learn to hate sex."

"What do you want me to do?" he said at last.

"Don't have sex with her again!" said Lisa.

(You've got to be kidding.) "How could I explain that to Nancy?"

Lisa didn't have any great ideas on that one. "Or, at least --
can you get her to give you a blow job? it seemed I only got
trapped inside you when your penis was inside her body. I don't
know if being in her mouth would do it, but it might be worth
finding out."

---------------------------------------------------------

Mark didn't mind the idea of a blow job. But apparently Nancy
wasn't so easily sold on it, because the next evening Lisa was
once more drawn into Mark's experience as he copulated with in
Nancy.

She fumed as she was once again stuck basically fucking a girl.
Lisa wished she'd never helped Mark get a girlfriend.

The next morning Lisa was grabbing breakfast when she heard
Mark's "Uh, hi," in her head.

Her mother was right there, so Lisa didn't speak, but she
composed a torrent of thoughts, including recalling in detail
what Mark's sex had been like for her.

"Oh, huh, that seems pretty unpleasant," was his answer.

That evening Nancy had other plans, so he said he'd try
masturbating, hoping Lisa would join him and they could have
mutual pleasure again. But she never connected with him -- he
briefly connected with her, but she was in no mood to do anything
sexual.

Meanwhile Mark and Nancy enthusiastically fulfilled their sexual
urges. He tried eating Nancy out, and did after several tries get
her to orgasm that way. She took his penis into her mouth, which
it turned out did not draw Lisa into Mark's experience. He came
in her mouth just once, as Nancy didn't like it. But she was
willing to do it as part of foreplay. He tried fucking away in
Nancy and then pulling out to save Lisa the desolation that
echoed his orgasm.  Nancy then masturbated him to orgasm with her
hand. It worked, but Nancy couldn't understand why he wanted to
do that instead of coming inside her. Mark didn't put up much of
a fight, since that was what he really wanted anyway. In the end
he returned to orgasming while lodged deep in Nancy's vagina, his
own pleasure echoed in Lisa's despair. The only concession Mark
ended up with was trying to keep the intercourse quick. And he
also made sure they only did it at times of day when Lisa could
be alone, sitting or lying down.

Tension grew. Lisa reminded Mark he would never have had a
girlfriend if she hadn't helped him get one. She reminded him
that lots of kids their age didn't go beyond making out, and lots
of them didn't do intercourse, or only did it now and then. She
couldn't help but feeling he was being selfish. That seeped into
his mind, of course, and she in turn soon found out that he
thought she was the one being selfish.

Mark had his urges, he had Nancy, Nancy had her urges, and his
attempts to get them to cut back on the sex were halfhearted.

Unlike the "normal" kind of mental connection, which was an iffy
thing, the connection during intercourse was completely reliable.
If Mark's penis was inside of Nancy's vagina, Lisa was there, and
Lisa was trapped until the penis came out again.

One time while Lisa lay immobile, feeling Mark's pleasure as her
own discomfort, she traced in his mind some guilt at how his
pleasure was hurting Lisa. But then he rejected that thought with
anger. He determined to make it an especially long fuck and at
the moment of orgasm actually relished the idea that it was
hurting his nagging, whiny Lisa.

His thought stung, and it kept stinging long after Nancy's vagina
had simultaneously released Mark's penis and Lisa. She had been
musing over a plan. Now she would carry it out.

---------------------------------------------------------

Lisa was talking with John, a boy who she definitely had mixed
feelings about. He was emotionally immature and not at all cool.
He didn't especially have a crush on her, but she could tell by
how he stole glances at her and other girls that he had sexual
desire.

"So, I don't know, would you like to get together some time?" she
said, feeling awkward and miserable. Girls weren't supposed to
initiate things. But she kept in the back of her mind Mark's
earlier unfaked reaction to her. Gorgeous, no. Sexy, yes.

"Oh," he said. "Like what?"

"Oh, maybe a pizza or a walk."

He looked at her with a leering smile. "Or you want to come to my
house to do homework together?" Lisa knew that he did not mean it
as a serious proposal.

"That could be fun too," she said with a straight face.

He looked up at her, and she looked straight back at him without
laughing. His smile vanished.

Their first session in his bedroom showed John to be
inexperienced and awkward. She overcame her fear and took the
initiative in showing him how to do things she liked. Squeezing
her breasts was not fun for her -- caressing them was. He was a
willing pupil. She knew from time in Mark's brain just how fierce
the male desire to mate was. So while she hadn't intended to go
quite so far the first day, she got John onto his back, snuggled
up to his side and nibbled his ear as she took his penis in her
hand. It took all of twenty strokes before he ejaculated all over
everything.

Mark had been periodically reading Lisa's mind about these
developing plans.  He wasn't in favor, but neither of them
expected that to change her mind. It was only fair. He also was
not particularly worried.

There was no guarantee what would happen when Lisa was first
penetrated by a penis, but so far their mind-reading had been
symmetric.  The timezone difference made it tricky to arrange.
Lisa was mad at Mark but still didn't want him keeling over
somewhere. The only times when Mark would naturally be in bed
while Lisa was awake were in the morning, which was not a natural
time for sexual liaisons.

So after John had done a good enough job to get Lisa excited, and
there had been plenty of kissing, she still held him off with
glances at the clock. She'd told Mark to be alone and lying down
by 7pm.

Finally she lay back and John mounted her. She guided his
condomed penis to her opening, and he pressed inside. It didn't
hurt. It felt strange but also very right. She looked up at his
excited face and his entirely male body. This was how she wanted
to have sex -- with a man. He might not be real boyfriend
material, but he was most definitely male, and a cock plunging
deep in her vagina -- that's what she craved.

He only lasted a minute, and pulled out as soon as he came.

---------------------------------------------------------

Later that evening Lisa heard a groan in her ear.

"Oh, shit," he said. "That was not fun. Not fun at all. I'm not
gay. I don't want to get fucked by men."

"Now you know how I feel." (I hope you do -- I hope it hurt you
like it hurts me.)

"And I blanked out there, just like you said. It really is like
being trapped."

"It was pretty nice for me. I liked having a man do it to me."

"Yeah, that's great. That's how we're supposed to feel -- girls
too. At least you didn't come."

(I'll have to work on that...)

"If I had to choose, I'd rather put up with that and and have sex
with Nancy than no sex at all."

"Yeah, I can see that." (I hate you.)

Lisa was horny. John was hornier, and willing to be very
accommodating to have sex. They took to meeting at 2am in her
parents' van in the garage. He was a quick study at giving her
oral sex. Once she started reading Mark's mind while John was
licking her, and she decided to suddenly vocalize plenty. "Oh,
John, that's great. Oh, you're making my pussy so hot! Oh, flick
your tongue now. Aaahhh!"

Out in California, Mark said, "Good for you, Lisa. Go for it."
And the infuriating thing was that Lisa could tell he meant it.

John loved best doing it from the rear, and Lisa was OK with
that. She used her fingers on her clit while he was pounding
away, and usually had an orgasm. That was his signal that he
could pound as hard and deep as he wanted and come. Lisa loved
it. Mark disliked it. He didn't like the sensation of a penis up
inside his body at all, and it was just as bad for him from the
rear.

Lisa got John to let her ride him. The deal was she had her time
like that, and then he'd get to do her any way he wanted. She
loved being on top, and with complete control over every last
detail of the interplay of their genitals, she managed to have an
orgasm the second time that was not just an orgasm -- it was a
huge, fully satisfying orgasm.

The next time Lisa was reading Mark, she could tell it really
shook him -- he too felt deep despair when Lisa orgasmed. She
felt a real thrill to sense his despair. It was mixed with guilt
at wishing ill on her mind-mate, but she brushed that off and
tried to enjoy the knowledge of his despair. On the other hand,
she never had an orgasm quite that intense with John again. A
perfect orgasm needs everything just right, and the knowledge of
Mark feeling despair when she felt pleasure made it not perfect.

---------------------------------------------------------

Nancy decided to go on the pill, partly so they could dispense
with condoms. Lisa knew of this developing plan from reading
Mark, though she didn't attach much significance to it.

Lisa lay in bed, dreading the discomfort of Mark's excitement and
the despair of his orgasm. She was prepared to feel that stiff
penis slide into Nancy's vagina any time. And it did, right on
schedule. But something was different. The sensations came from
the vagina, not the penis! Mark was mounted on her, and she
seemed to be occupying Nancy's body. What's more, she felt
Nancy's pleasure, and she felt it as pleasure herself. This was
much better!

She tried clearing her throat quietly, to find out more about
what was happening. But she did not get a sizzle from Nancy's
mind. Instead, Mark hesitated, looking momentarily confused.
Nancy noticed and asked what was wrong. Mark said it was nothing,
of course.

At this point Lisa did not want Mark to hesitate -- she wanted
him to go back to his long, slow, delicious thrusts. So she just
whispered, "It's Lisa, it's fine, I'll tell you about it later",
hoping that however this third type of mental connection worked,
it let him hear her.

Lisa could see through Nancy's eyes some relief, suggesting he
had picked up her message. He was happy to return to the activity
at hand, and resumed his copulation. Lisa was pleasantly
surprised to find that Nancy's body responded more easily to
sexual stimulation than hers did. Before long, Nancy's body rose
to a lusty, satisfying orgasm, which Lisa enjoyed thoroughly.
Seconds later, Mark had his own. And now Lisa felt no hint of
despair -- she simply felt the comforting female satisfaction at
knowing her mate was ejaculating inside of her -- that she had
satisfied him.

As Lisa felt Mark's penis sliding out, she steeled herself -- who
knew what would happen now? But she found herself back in Weston,
lying in her bed, feeling satisfied and aroused. It only took her
a few minutes of finger work to achieve her own private orgasm.

Along with the sexual sensations, Lisa had also picked up some of
Nancy's other thoughts. Memories of an emotionally cold home, a
pair of annoying little brothers, and a father who was often
drunk. This was an interesting twist.

---------------------------------------------------------

The next time Lisa heard Mark's voice, she conveyed by both words
and vivid images how it had gone.

"Oh," said Mark. "That's nice."

"So maybe things can get happy between us again." (You're not
going to go back to a condom just to make me miserable, are you?)

"Uh, no. It felt a lot better without a condom. Silky smooth and
wet. And Nancy liked the feel better too."

(I knew that already...) "Oh, that's great for you."

"But what about you and John?"

"What about us?"

"Find a way to do it without a condom and hopefully it won't hurt
me."

"OK, I'll think about it. But there was that other part too, in
case you didn't pick it up from my thoughts. I found I was not
just feeling things through Nancy's body -- I was picking up her
thoughts as well. My voice went to you, but it was her thoughts
that came to me."

"Weird."

---------------------------------------------------------

Lisa didn't want to go on the pill, but she managed to find a
time that was very safe from a rhythm method point of view, and
Mark was delighted to feel John's positive pleasure instead of
the mirror image of Lisa's.

Mark's report of the success of the experiment came when he was
reading her. Lisa sensed a hesitation along with the joy. The
next time she read him, she found out why.

Just as she had read Nancy's thoughts beyond the immediate sex,
Mark had read John's.
John had a secret. He had also begun having sex with Jennifer,
another girl in their class at school.

"That prick!" Lisa said.

"Sorry, but I can't help it."

"I know." (I really never wanted you to feel bad. Really!)

"I know that."

"But here's another way I'm making you miserable."

"This one is OK. It's better to know the truth."

After some consideration Lisa realized she didn't mind that much.
John was just a sex partner for her.

So the next time she was with John, she just said that news had
reached her about the other relationship. John was naturally
defensive, but when he found Lisa didn't mind they went back to
having sex that Lisa liked well enough. When it wasn't safe, John
used a condom, and Mark just had to suffer. He figured that he
owed her some.

However, Mark's later report was that there was the potential for
a real sort of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship for the other
two, and before long John stopped meeting Lisa for sex.

Lisa found she didn't mind. Because now she could enjoy the
sexual attentions of Mark himself as experienced by Nancy.

Other times, when she was reading Mark in the old-fashioned way,
they sometimes engaged in their old delicious mutual masturbation
sessions -- and the other way too, as Mark loved the chance to
feel female pleasure from the inside.

---------------------------------------------------------

From the very earliest days of their connection, the idea of
getting together in person had naturally come up. But neither
family was especially rich or inclined to go jetting across the
country. Neither of them was independent and rebellious enough to
run away from home. And they were actually both ambivalent. Who
knew what would happen?

But now it was time for Mark to look at colleges. He was planning
an East Coast trip with his parents and wanted to finagle a
meeting.

They worked on devising a plausible connection. They decided they
had been corresponding about Dungeons and Dragons, had become
good buddies, and he wanted to meet her and see a couple dungeons
she had prepared.

And so in November his parents dropped him at her door on a
Monday afternoon, promising to return in three hours.

They retired to her room. Neither was reading the other's mind.

"It's not really a surprise," he said, looking around and then at
her. "But on the other hand it is, to know it's all been so real.
It makes that 'hallucination' quality a lot less."

"Right," she said, looking at him.

"But... I don't really feel like just talking," he said.

She smiled back. "Me neither."

As they stood looking at each other, Lisa reached out slowly to
touch Mark's face and gently trace the contours. He did the same.
Judgments about acne and eyebrows were nowhere in their minds.
Before long they were grinning at each other. Without a word they
each stripped, and then stood looking at each other's naked body.
Mark's penis was erect before he had his underpants off. But they
continued just touching and feasting their eyes on every detail
of the other. Then they kissed, gently at first and then more
passionately.

They lay on the bed, Lisa on her back, Mark leaning over her. He
knew exactly what to do with his fingers between Lisa's legs,
having often read her mind as she did it to herself.

With some trepidation Lisa produced a condom and gave an impish
grin.

"That might not feel so good," Mark said.

"Don't you want to find out what happens?"

He thought a moment. "No. If things are really symmetric, then we
both might be paralyzed. Stay stuck together until we die of
starvation."

"Or until my parents come in." She shuddered. "OK, not a good
idea." She put the unopened foil packet back in her bedside table
drawer.

They faced each other again. "You pull out, right? We do just a
little to see what it's like. But it is not a safe day."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"Yeah, but you knew that from my thoughts."

"I guess so, but I didn't want to know it. We could just play
with each other, I guess."

Lisa frowned.

"Right," Mark said. "We've got to find out what it's like."

Lisa lay back, ready to get it missionary style. Mark beamed as
he mounted her. Penis probed vaginal opening.

"But my parents are downstairs. We have to be quiet."

Mark nodded. When he had penetrated her just a little, they
smiled at each other.

"Oh, my God!" said Lisa as Mark's first surge filled her.

"Amazing," groaned Mark.

Logic suggested that each of them would come to inhabit the sex
partner of the other -- which was in this case themselves. This
could have simply had no effect, since they were in fact the
other's sex partner already. But the exquisite pleasure each felt
suggested some sort of amplification.

"I hear your voice twice," she said. It made sense. Once by way
of their mental connection, another by ordinary sound waves.

"Yeah, me too."

Lisa felt her arousal building as never before. Mark drew his
penis back, and as the shaft surged forward it slid against her
slick tissues, inflaming her desire as never before. He plunged
in a second time, and both gasped.

"Gotta pull out," murmured Mark and started to withdraw.

But Lisa instinctively grabbed his butt and pressed with all her
might to keep the sexy intruding prong inside.

"Oh, no," groaned Mark, and after a second's hesitation his cock
surged forward into Lisa's depths with power born of frantic
desire. His tip jammed tight against the innermost recesses of
her pussy tube while his pubic bone mashed firmly against hers.
Ecstasy was upon her, and her vagina rippled in contractions
while the fullest orgasm of her life engulfed her.

Mark's genitals were also rhythmically convulsing, expelling one
sperm-teeming glob after another into Lisa's deepest feminine
place.

When their gasps for breath subsided a little, they kissed as the
genital pulses subsided.

"I knew I couldn't get out in time," Mark confessed. "You sure
didn't help."

"I know, and I'm so glad! I couldn't stand to have your cock
desert me just then. And I got all your sperm. I can actually
feel it in there -- I never could before with John."

They stayed tightly locked together down below as Mark's penis
slowly shrank. When it was tiny he rolled off of Lisa and it slid
out. Lisa felt a little mental tick -- a psychological withdrawal
to accompany the physical. Mark reported the same.

They lay in each other's arms, each lazily caressing the other's
flesh. Within a couple minutes Lisa could feel Mark's penis below
swelling against her leg.

"What if... what if you get pregnant?"

"I don't know... I'd love to have your baby, but... I don't want
to think about that now. I want you from the rear this time."

"And I should try to pull out?"

"No -- I've got so much sperm in me already I can't see as a
little more will make a difference."

So they grinned at each other for a second until she turned away
from him and presented her expectant rear end to Mark.

He knew just how to meet her expectations, as she felt a gentle
poke against her girl lips, followed by a surge up inside. The
cock-in-pussy amplification kicked in, and she felt amazing
pleasure once more. This time Mark's cock heaved in and out many
times without ejaculating. With no direct stimulation on her
clit, Lisa felt teased but in a delicious way. After a minute of
getting humped from behind, she squeezed her pussy and that
started her orgasm. It went on and on until Mark's whimper of
desire turned to a gasp of triumphal completion, and his sperm
pump activated again. They lay down gently on their left sides,
keeping his cock buried deep in pussy.

"This is SO nice," murmured Lisa.

"Mmmmm," said Mark.

Lisa felt safe and warm, enveloped from behind by his larger
masculine presence while her vagina entertained a most welcome
guest. Her breathing slowed and she felt herself drifting off to
sleep.

She had a very pleasant dream of a blissful physical and
emotional connection, and dreamt that her vaginal guest was
swelling within her, regaining an assertiveness and power that
she welcomed. The guest slid forward a centimeter and she
realized it was no dream.

She gave a luxuriant "mmmmm" that signaled not the least
objection to this assertiveness. Encouraged, the guest continued
to swell within her, sliding in and out just a little, testing.
When it was huge and stiff, she squeezed her pussy to give him an
even tighter hug. In response, the guest became master of the
house, ramming in and out with tremendous force. Lisa loved it.
She felt Mark's big hands on her hips, accomplices in the deepest
of his invasions as he jammed their bodies together. Her
sensations built towards a sweet climax, which filled her with
pleasure down to the tip of each finger and toe. It seemed
reluctant to end as Mark continued to pound her. It tapered to a
lull of relaxation that felt warm and satisfied, but Mark's
insistent deep thrusts invited her response and her excitement
built again. She experienced an exquisite pleasure that kept
building and building before releasing once more. But the rest
phase was brief as Mark's overpowering fucking invasions
compelled more pleasure.

She thought she'd better tell him to come soon or she'd faint,
but in the thinking she was aware that Mark had heard her
thoughts -- because she was tuned in to his too! She was aware of
his urgent male need to ejaculate and of the pleasure building
rapidly to that conclusion, the pleasure, then an awareness of
her own pleasure experienced in Mark's mind, a mutual joy at the
escalating and reverberating excitement, and then the supreme
ecstasy that they shared, uncertain which part of raw animal joy
was whose. But she could experience from his mind his strong,
purposeful contractions meant to impregnate her, while at the
same time they both experienced her own weaker ones that were
just for fun, her reward for seeking and inviting and then
receiving her insemination. At the peak of their shared pleasure,
the special connection broke. Her own pleasure and satisfaction
was plenty. Mark's penis slithered out, and that was fine with
her.

"Did you feel that? Our minds feeding back and forth?" said Lisa.

"Sure did."

"That's never happened before. How was it?"

"As good for me as you, right?"

"Well, unless you've had any aftereffects. I wonder if the
connection broke kind of like a circuit breaker on too much
pleasure."

"No aftereffects," he whispered, snuggling close against her and
kissing her ear gently.

They had 15 minutes to rest before they realized Mark's parents
would be there soon and they needed to dress and make themselves
presentable.

A couple days later Mark was back in California. They went back
to reading each other's minds according to the old pattern. He
noted his relief at experiencing her cramps that told her she
wasn't pregnant.

They now had a much stronger desire to find a way to be in the
same place.

---------------------------------------------------------

Mark continued to see Nancy, and they continued their strong sex
life. He and Lisa felt a little bad because they were in some
sense using Nancy's body to keep having sex with each other. They
joked that Mark was in bed with two women. In fact, every stroke
of his cock plunged into two pussies at the same time. But they
didn't feel bad enough about it to stop. College would separate
Mark and Nancy in due time, as they all knew. But it would bring
Mark and Lisa together -- this Mark was determined to accomplish
by his choice of college, and Lisa was all in favor.

Mark did not get into Harvard or Yale, but he did get into Brown.


There were still several long months between his acceptance and
the beginning of the school year. They managed one week-long
visit in April when she was able to fly to California over school
vacation.

And then at long last he arrived at Brown. Weekend visits back
and forth between Brown and Weston became more the rule than the
exception.

Lisa applied herself to her studies with greater concentration
than before. Mark showed up in her mind during a few final exams
to give an added boost. He made contact during the math portion
of the SAT -- though both noted with mock anger that he had
arrived late.  Neither had any qualms about his giving her a few
of the answers she couldn't figure out on her own.

So Lisa started at Brown a year behind Mark. Through creative
dorm room swaps they lived together. The challenge was to limit
their mind-blowing sex enough that they could get their work
done.

They always hoped for that same simultaneous mental connection
that had opened up during their last sex at her house, but it
never happened. What they had was extremely pleasant in any
event, a doubled version of the sexual pleasure they would expect
from any other partner.

Mark and Lisa mused idly about how well suited for each other
they would be if their minds weren't tied up together. There were
no obvious incompatibilities. They got along fine.

They also realized that as long as their mind-reading connection
kept up, they were effectively stuck together for life. How could
they enter an intimate long-term relationship keeping a secret
about how they made occasional visits to another person's brain
and got visits in return? On the other hand, how could they tell
without being thought crazy? If they got past that hurdle, how
could they have a monogamous relationship if the partner knew
that this mysterious other person was sharing their body during
sex, feeling everything they did?

They were stuck. And there was trust built in -- neither could
keep an important secret from the other.

Once they realized this, it gave them the motivation to settle in
for the long term, to know that every obstacle had to be
overcome. No major dissatisfactions could fester out of sight for
long.

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Mark was in earnest conversation with Jill -- a willowy blond
Brown classmate of 5'8" and clear blue eyes. She seemed
interested in him. It was tempting... but he couldn't be untrue
to Lisa and keep it a secret. And he really didn't want to be
untrue to Lisa. Really. But on the other hand, he was a little
disappointed that his lifetime total of sex partners was going to
be two. Oh, well.

"Hi, Mark," came the familiar voice. "You want her so much -- why
not go for it? I trust you won't leave me for her. And I'll get
to look at your face as you gaze into the eyes of a very hot
babe."

(Are you sure? God, I want to so much.)

"Pretty sure. Sure enough -- go for it."

As Mark and Jill sat side-by-side on the couch, he turned to face
her and stared into her eyes. Slowly he brought his face towards
her. Instead of edging away, she moved her face closer to his.

There were gentle kisses that became more passionate.

Mark pulled back briefly and gulped. (Damn, I hope she gives me
the answers I want...)

"Jill, would you like to come back to my place?"

"OK."

"Just two things... If we decide to do it, I can't stand a
condom. And, this is just a one-time thing, right?"

"Sure. I'm on the pill. And I'm living in the moment. No
expectations."

Lisa's voice came through. "You're very sweet, Mark. And very
honest. I will be sure not to be back at our room for a couple
hours."

The connection broke as the couple left the lounge area for Mark
and Lisa's room.

Lisa relaxed on the bed of a friend down the hall, pretending to
nap.

It was not long after that she became aware of being penetrated.
Her willowy body was being entered by Mark's penis tip.

She was lubricated and Mark's penis slid in easily. The physical
sensations were sexy and pleasant. But as she became aware of the
broader pattern of Jill's thoughts, a cold feeling crept through
her.

Jill had never had an orgasm. She had vivid memories of her first
few times having sex, which were almost brutal affairs. She
didn't feel safe in the world. She felt she had never been loved.
She had had dozens of sex partners, usually one-time events like
this one. She liked the approval she got from the men who adored
her body. She was content to feel Mark thrusting in and out of
her, and it did give her a sort of warm, pleasant feeling in her
vagina. Mark was using his fingers to try to give her greater
pleasure, and Jill found this annoying -- a reminder of how she
never had orgasms. But she wasn't going to say anything.

Lisa figured she ought to intervene. "Hey, Mark. The fingers
don't really do anything for her. I can tell what she wants. Fuck
her hard and let her see how much fun you're having. And when
you're done, offer her a back rub. That's what she'll like most
of all."

"OK," whispered Mark. He then took her advice, removed his
fingers, and began fucking away with abandon, his face showing
clearly how much he loved the chance to conquer and penetrate her
body. Within a minute his pleasure built to a lusty fullness and
he exploded with orgasm.

Lisa felt Jill's small thrill, quickly overtaken by the sad
emptiness that seemed to be the basic condition of her life. Mark
stayed inside her for many seconds as he caught his breath,
hugging Jill. And in those seconds Jill felt her loneliness and
despair with special keenness, and Lisa felt it too. Then Mark
let his softening penis slip out, and Lisa lost the connection.

She was relieved to be back in her own warmer, more secure life,
but the despair of Jill's condition kept coming back to her. She
didn't say anything to Mark, but the next time he connected to
her mind, it became apparent to him. Sex with other people wasn't
a problem of jealousy, but the intimacy with their mental lives
was risky. Mark had had his willowy blond.

---------------------------------------------------------

Years passed. They married. First to arrive was a daughter,
Jessica, followed by Rachel two years later.

Mark became a dermatologist and joined a 4-doctor group practice.
But after a few years things weren't going well. The doctors saw
lots of patients, but profits started dropping. Carl was the
partner who had the added responsibility of managing the books
and overseeing the accountant. The others suspected something was
wrong -- that Carl was duping them somehow.

"I would be delighted to seduce your partner Carl," said Lisa
when Mark had vented his latest exasperation.

"What if he isn't willing to be seduced?"

Lisa reflected. "Well, if he's crooked enough to be cheating the
rest of you financially, I doubt he'll have moral scruples
against a quick fling with his partner's wife."

"I don't know how I feel about someone else having sex with you
-- especially him."

"You've had your three sex partners, and I've only had two," Lisa
said impishly.

Mark smiled.

"Not that Carl would be among my top thousand choices -- but I
know you'll be there too."

"Right."

---------------------------------------------------------

"Oh, Carl," said Lisa, pretending to be drunker than she was. "I
feel so trapped with Mark. Like I never had a chance to live."

"Uh, Lisa, hmmmm."

"Oh, one quickie wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You're such a sexy
guy. I just want to get it."

She sat beside him on the sofa, leaning in, nuzzling his cheek,
nibbling his ear.

"I just wanna feel that big cock of yours... I want to feel it
inside... Just give me a quick fuck? Is that too much to ask?"

Her hands worked on the bulge in the front of his pants.

"I don't know, Lisa," said Carl.

"Just take me from the rear, OK? Quick in and out?" She laughed.

Carl didn't say anything, but by his actions she knew he had
given in. In under a minute Lisa lay over the arm of the sofa,
panties around her ankles, skirt up over her back.

Carl's cock tip nudged her opening, and then surged inside.

"Oh, yeah, Carl, that's it! That's what I wanted!"

Now that he had penetrated his partner's wife, he seemed to be in
no hurry to finish.

His sighs and grunts implied he was having a pretty good time.

"Besides," she mentioned, "You do all that work with the books
and stuff for the partnership, you deserve a little extra
reward." She laughed, as if realizing that was a stupid thing to
say, though it was entirely intentional.

Carl hesitated briefly with his thrusting before going at it with
more energy than before.

"Just plaster my cunt with a whole load of Carl sperm," she said.

Carl groaned, murmured, "That's so hot!", and made the requested
delivery with a muttered, "Oh, fuck!"

Lisa feigned regret at her indiscretion, and Carl seemed
embarrassed by what he had done as well. They parted soon after.

---------------------------------------------------------

But Mark had all the information he needed. He engaged a lawyer
and was able to give exactly the right hints for the discovery
process and the freezing of accounts. Faced with the evidence
against them, Carl and the accountant offered a generous
settlement and left the practice.

They often had a brief conversation just before they fell asleep.

"Funny thing, though," Mark told Lisa as the whole saga was
winding down. "The poor guy was never happy. And he had a
gambling problem..."

"And he had a skinny little cock, too," said Lisa. "Unlike you."

She caressed the organ she had just complimented, and it swelled
with pride.

"And do you want to fuck it up my cunt and pump me full of jizz?"

"I sure do, baby," he said. "You are such a naughty, disgusting
filthy girl! You deserve to get a sound fucking up your dirty
cunt!"

A few playful slaps on her read end put the finishing touches on
her arousal, and Mark plunged into her from behind. With the
Mark-Lisa doubling of pleasure, it wouldn't take long.

"Oh, you disgusting prick!" called Lisa in her ecstasy.

"What a miserable cunt!" echoed Mark as he pulsed his seed into
her.

They flopped onto their sides, Mark remaining spooned against her
even as his cock slithered out.

"G'night," said Mark. (I love you so much. But you know that.)

"I love you too. So much."

"So, so much." (I'm so happy.)

"G'night," said Lisa, deeply satisfied.

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