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. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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? --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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." --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- "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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. --------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.