I'm reposting my first two chapters, after a few minor 
fixes and grammatical changes, as it has been over 3 
years since I started and my life finally got un-
fucked enough for me to start writing again, under a 
new fucking name because of work and family getting 
into my shit.  As my life was fucked mostly due to 
loneliness, and I now have a woman I would die for in 
my life, and she is the vision of perfection in my 
eyes, I don't expect to backslide again ever.  Please, 
enjoy, and be assured I'll be writing on this story :)


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This is my second post, ever :).  I apologize for the 
length of time in between chapters, as life proceeded 
to fuck me thoroughly for a bit...but I digress.  I 
will try not to let it happen again, but it's not like 
I was in control the first time, anyway... Well I will 
try my best to do at least one chapter per month.  I 
had originally hoped for much more, but it seems this 
is the best I will be able to manage for now.  Now 
that we have that out of the way, please send any and 
all comments to me.  Suggestions and criticisms will 
be gratefully accepted.  Flames, however, will be 
ignored.  Please, do me a favor and tell me what you 
think.


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Pure Telekinesis by: Waylan Dagger 
(waylandagger@hotmail.com) (c) 2004


Chapter 2 : On the Horns of a Dilemma (tk, semi-nc, 
nosex)

He felt a hand against his cheek, the touch light, 
soft, cool.  "David?" a musical, young girl's voice 
jangled harshly in his ears and everything came back 
in a rush.  "David, please, I told Mrs. Lee you fell 
asleep.  But school ended half an hour ago.  My mom is 
going to be here soon to take Jimmy to the doctor's 
office, so I'll have to go.  Please wake up, I can't 
tell Mrs. Lee."

Remembering what had happened last time, he left his 
eyes firmly closed and whispered, "Tell her what, 
Ang?"

Ang let loose with a small shout of joy, and he 
groaned lightly.  Suddenly the hand slipped from his 
cheek up to his forehead.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I forgot, 
you have the headache again don't you?"  The small, 
cool hand slid down to his cheek again.  "But it 
should be going away because the fever is going away 
too, just like last time."

David slowly cracked his eyes open to behold her face 
which floated above him, still a little blurry but 
becoming sharper as the pain slowly slipped away, 
feeling almost like it was draining out of the back of 
his head.  "Yeah," he whispered.  "It's going away. 
Slowly."  He blinked very slowly.  Then looked up at 
her. His eyebrows went up, lending a puzzled cast to 
his face.  "Why are you still here?  And who had the 
wonderful idea to call my aunt and tell her to stay 
away?"

Ang bit her lower lip.  "Uhm, your aunt... I sorta 
looked through your cell phone directory.  There were 
only three numbers there, and there was only one I 
could use.  So I called it and told them that you 
would be getting a ride home.  The woman sounded 
surprised, but said it was ok.  The other two 
numbers..."

David closed his eyes again as he realized why she 
couldn't call the other two numbers.  "Yeah, there 
isn't anyone home at my house, and I seriously doubt 
my sister would answer the phone."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Ang 
whispered.

David opened his eyes but she was no longer above him. 
He looked slowly around, not quite trusting himself to 
move just yet, and spotted her standing by the sharp 
corner of the counter, the corner that she had been 
headed for when he blacked out last time, holding her 
books tightly, protectively in front of her.  "It's 
okay, you didn't upset me."

Ang didn't look at him as she set the fingertips of 
her left hand on the corner, her right still wrapped 
tightly around her books.  "What happened here, 
David?"

David slowly struggled up a semi-sitting position and 
tried to ignore the lingering aftereffects of his 
headache.  "I'm...not sure."

Ang turned to look at David, her eyes intense and her 
hands gripping the edges of her books tightly, the 
whites of her knuckles showing.  "Neither am I.  It's 
almost like I, I stopped, or was caught by someone, or 
something.  For just long enough.  And then you passed 
out again, just like in the hall after that joke 
locker hit Jimmy.  Or...*was* it a joke?"

David felt a bit of panic rising up in him from the 
fey look he saw in her eyes.  It came from a deep 
source he couldn't identify.  He ruthlessly suppressed 
it, forced one of his small, self-mocking smiles onto 
his face.  "Well, things always seem to slow down in a 
disaster, you know, maybe that was it.  And as to my 
fainting," David forced a chuckle and touched the 
bandage above his left ear.  "Well, I'm probably not 
as recovered as I had hoped.  And the locker trick?  
Well, we're just lucky it wasn't like what Johnny 
Three-Hatchets did."

Ang's eyes lost their intensity and she relaxed so 
suddenly that she fell into a slouch.  "Oh.  Yeah.  I 
guess that would explain it."

David felt an immense sense of relief, like he had 
sidestepped disaster, but still he couldn't identify 
it.  "You okay?"

Ang turned to the door, nodding, still slightly 
slouched.  "Yeah, but with the thing in the hall, how 
quick you were, then the lockers, I thought maybe..." 
She stopped and shook her head, reaching out to grab 
the door handle.

"What?" David heard himself ask, despite himself.

"Nothing," Ang's voice barely reached David's ears. 
She suddenly turned her head to look at him, a puzzled 
twist to her lips.  "What did Johnny whatshisname do?"

David felt an honest grin split his face.  "Three-
Hatchets.  Crazy fucker.  Got an M-200 from the 'Rez 
where he lived and lit it, closed his locker and ran. 
Expelled him.  'S why you don't know him.  Crazy 
fucker."

Ang looked at David seriously.  "Who knows what's 
crazy and what isn't?"  And then she was gone, the 
door closing silently behind her.



David sat in the cot, breathing but otherwise not 
moving at all, running Ang's words through his mind 
for the millionth time in the five minutes since she 
left. "Almost like she stopped, or was caught by 
someone, huh?" he finally muttered to himself.  "The 
twitch, in my head, both times.  But the pain was less 
this time.  Maybe...nah, that's nuts.  Pure 
coincidence.  Besides, everything has a valid 
explanation, just chalk it up to a weird day."

"So David, Angela says you are feeling better," Mrs. 
Lee's voice boomed across his thoughts, scattering 
them to the four winds, before he had time to realize 
she had even opened the door.

The large woman walked into the room, smiling broadly. 
"I am glad to see you sitting up on your own.  I have 
been sorely tempted to call your guardians, as it is 
after school hours now, but I have been so busy with 
the Dean boy..."  Mrs. Lee walked over to David, 
touched his forehead, her hand rough and pressing, a 
very unpleasant contrast to the light, cool touches he 
had received earlier.  "And it seems that your skin is 
no longer hot, even though you never really had a 
fever, just hot skin.  Very odd.  But still, who can 
say?"

Mrs. Lee's sudden booming laughter proved to David 
that a small amount of the strange headache still 
lingered as several nerves jangled at the sonic 
barrage.  "There has too be some way to shut this 
woman up," he thought to himself.  "I even got that 
annoying nurse in the hospital to finally leave me 
alone...hmmm...she hated petty requests, maybe that 
will work here too."  Aloud, he said, "Mrs. Lee, my 
head still hurts a little, could you tie my right 
shoe?  Bending over just makes my head hurt worse."

"Of course," the large woman boomed and bent in front 
of David, reaching for his shoes.  David suddenly had 
a clear shot down her blouse and saw the cleavage of 
Mrs. Lee's massive breasts peeking at him through the 
neckline of her shirt, pulled open further by those 
same mounds of flesh pressing against the fabric with 
the help of gravity.  His mouth, quite suddenly, went 
completely dry and he felt the unavoidable teenage 
reaction, making his pants uncomfortably tight.  He 
took a quick glance down to make sure the bulge wasn't 
visible before he returned to the vista displayed 
before him.  "Oh come on," he told himself silently.  
"She's a whale for god's sakes.  Some of the worst 
bikini jokes in school are centered around this 
woman."  But the thought was a small squeak in the 
background, drowned out by the tide of hormones that 
entered his bloodstream in a rush, clamoring for 
attention.  There was a sudden, by now familiar, 
twitch in the back of his head again as the front of 
Mrs. Lee's bra suddenly gave way with a loud tearing 
sound and snaked out of sight like a slingshot, making 
a loud slithering sound as it went.  Mrs. Lee's 
breasts, free from confinement, suddenly responded to 
the urges of gravity and fell heavily against her 
blouse.  Her cleavage was suddenly pressed up against 
the small opening at the neckline, the flesh puffing 
over and around it, as her breasts threatened to tear 
the fabric and display themselves to the world at 
large.  Mrs. Lee gasped and started to stand up just 
as a white-hot spear of pain lanced through David's 
head, seeming to enter just above and to one side of 
his right eye and going straight through to the left 
rear portion of his brain.

The next thing David knew, he was bent over, staring 
at a blurry floor, his hands holding his head tightly, 
while a pair of large, strong hands held his 
shoulders.  "David?'  The voice was like a drill 
sergeant trying to be heard across a parade ground, 
and David realized that it was Mrs. Lee trying to be 
quiet.  Still hurt like hell though.  "David, are you 
all right?"

David looked up at Mrs. Lee, amazed that he hadn't 
passed out completely this time, and felt the pain 
fade.  No, felt it drain out.  Just like the last 
headache.  A slow, slippery feeling, as if the pain 
was a thick ooze sliding along a smooth pipe.  Now 
that his head had cleared again the bane of his 
existence, the thing that always got him into trouble, 
his curiosity, was jumping up and down as it tried to 
get his attention.  But he ruthlessly pushed it back 
for the moment, knowing that if he didn't deal with 
this, he was going to end up back in the hospital for 
more scans and tests.  "I'm ok Mrs. Lee, just turned 
my head too quick and my neck cramped all up.  Hurt. 
That's all"

Mrs. Lee nodded, and a smile spread across her thin 
lips.  As she spoke again, in her normal booming 
voice, David felt only few prickling reminders; even 
the residual pain went away faster this time.  "Well, 
you did take a nasty fall in the hallway.  And with 
your recent medical history...well, if your aunt 
hadn't been good enough to forward your medical 
records showing that you had no residuals, I would 
have had you in an ambulance."

David groaned.  "She sent you my medical records?"

Mrs. Lee nodded happily.  "Oh, my, yes.  And from what 
I have seen you were a very lucky boy.  In fact..."

David cut her off, his voice harsh and biting with the 
wave of grief that suddenly washed over him.  "In fact 
there were three people with me who weren't so lucky. 
My entire fucking family!  So, *if* you don't mind. 
I'd rather have another catheter shoved up my dick 
than listen to one more person tell me how 'lucky' I 
am!"

Mrs. Lee recoiled from the suddenly angry teenager. 
"Now see here, that kind of language..."

David ran right over her again, "Should be entirely 
appropriate for a teenager who is, how did that 
asshole James put it, 'Instant Orphan, just add car 
crash'."

Mrs. Lee harrumphed loudly and her already booming 
voice rose in volume as she added the full 'I'm an 
adult in authority and you better fall in line' tone. 
"Now see here young man.  That kind of language is 
*not* acceptable!"

David stood up, fury rolling over him and consuming 
him.  At the system.  At the drunk driver who robbed 
him of everything and was now looking down the barrel 
of a maximum 5-year sentence that may even be 
suspended.  At the bullies and jocks who always put 
him down and wouldn't let up even with everything else 
that had happened.  And, most immediately, at this 
woman who was standing there lecturing him while he 
rode a wave of unbearable grief.

The spigot in the sink next to Mrs. Lee gave a single 
squeal of tortured metal and the cold-water handle 
shot into the basin of the sink, loosing a torrent of 
shockingly cold water to drench the unfortunate Mrs. 
Lee.  She squealed and jumped sideways, still looking 
in David's direction, but she had not been quite quick 
enough to avoid being soaked from her armpits to just 
below her belt buckle.

David would normally have been amazed at her agility, 
but just then he had clapped a hand over his right 
eye, his left closed tightly, a pure reaction to the 
sudden bright needle of pain that had just shot 
through his head.  The pain drained just like before, 
but much faster.  So quickly, if fact, that David 
opened his uncovered eye, which had already cleared, 
only a few seconds after the pain had hit him.

When he opened it, it was to see to see Mrs. Lee get 
down on all fours with her head in the cabinet under 
the sink, trying to turn the water off at the shutoff 
valve.  But her position didn't have his attention. 
Nor did the fact that her shirt had glued itself to 
her breasts grab his attention in and of itself.  What 
had his full attention was the fact that the water had 
turned her shirt almost completely translucent.  He 
was staring at her completely exposed, bra-free right 
breast, hanging below her, and he could see 
everything.  The full expanse of her milk-white skin, 
all the way down to her coral-pink nipple, much 
smaller than he'd imagined, but very hard and stiff. 
He supposed it was from the extreme cold of the water. 
His hand fell from his right eye and both of his eyes 
tracked back and forth as the breast swayed slightly 
with the small motions of Mrs. Lee's arm as she turned 
the valve to stem the oncoming flood of water spraying 
the opposite wall.  The water slowed, arced over her, 
wetting her down thoroughly as it arced over her and 
then onto her, and finally stopped.  And all the while 
David stared, almost hypnotized by the first live bit 
of private female flesh he had ever seen.  "God, 
that's got to be larger than a double-D," he thought 
to himself, his mind for once not working on anything, 
just focusing on the treasure displayed before him.

"That's got it," boomed Mrs. Lee from under the sink 
and a small part of David's mind kicked back into gear 
and amusedly wondered if that voice in that enclosed 
space would cause her to be temporarily deaf.  She 
scooted backwards, less than a minute since the 
initial burst of water, sat back on her heels, and 
looked down at her waterlogged clothes, completely 
revealing everything under all of them now that she 
had been under the full stream as it had petered out. 
She muttered, actually quiet for the first time in 
David's memory, "Well, at least I saw him get ready to 
pass out again, so he won't see this.  But I better 
get covered up."

She stood up, not looking in David's direction as she 
reached for a long, white lab coat that was hanging on 
the cabinet just past the foot of David's cot, 
unknowingly giving David a full view of both of her 
breasts.  Then she started to mutter to herself again 
as her hand made contact with the coat.  "But I should 
probably suggest that he be sent to the hospital for 
evaluation.  I definitely shouldn't let him leave 
here.  I'll call his, hmmm, no parents anymore, poor 
thing.  I think it's his aunt now.  I'll have her come 
and get him."

David had been watching Mrs. Lee, his brain on a 
hormone-induced stupor, and had just begun musing to 
himself about her nipples, now that he could see both 
and compare them.  Even though her breasts sagged 
quite a lot, he figured from the sheer size and her 
age, which he had always thought to be late 30's, both 
nipples still pointed almost straight ahead.  If they 
had been perfectly centered, they would be pointed 
toward the ground, but they were a little too high on 
the breast. Then he heard her mention the hospital and 
his mind lurched back into full gear, his thought 
processes clicked and whirred furiously.  He *really* 
didn't want to be an asshole, but he could only see 
one path that didn't put him in that damned hospital 
again.  And he'd be strapped to a hard surface for 
hours while they, ah, how was it that went on the tape 
his dad always like to play?  Something from the 60's. 
Oh, yeah.  "Inspectin', injectin' every single part of 
me an they wasn't leavin' no part untouched."

Not to mention, he reminded himself, that the last 
time he was there he had run into that 40-something 
year old redheaded nurse that had heard about "that 
cute young man that just lost his family."  She had 
decided that he needed to be "solaced the way only a 
woman can."  He hadn't wanted _anything_ to do with 
her, but hadn't been able to get rid of her either. 
She had been so relentless in her pursuits that he had 
started actively avoiding being alone at all, even to 
the point of not sleeping for the last two nights and 
joining in the "friendly little poker game" the five 
little old ladies down the hall played.  Penny-ante 
and he had lost over 15 dollars to those card sharks 
during those two nights.

He shuddered as he realized that his nightmares about 
being naked and pursued down endless corridors by a 
hot-eyed redheaded 40 year old woman while little old 
ladies gambled with bits and pieces of his clothing 
would haunt him for years to come.  No, he'd *much* 
rather be the worst asshole in history than go through 
that shit again.  So just after she mentioned his aunt 
he cleared his throat.

Mrs. Lee heard the noise and her eyes got very, very 
large.  Her whole body froze on the spot.  One hand 
was in mid-swipe down her left breast as she tried to 
shuck some of the water off.  The other held the lab 
coat, not far from her now but still not impeding 
David's view.  It was as if she had become a statue, 
except for the fact that her eyes rolled over to look 
at David.  Neither one of them moved or spoke for a 
moment.

David cleared his throat again and spoke, forcing his 
voice to stay even, calm.  "While I really am enjoying 
the show, I don't think the school board would exactly 
approve.  Do you?"

Mrs. Lee gasped and started moving again, turning to 
face him completely and bringing the lab coat 
protectively in front of her.  David stood up and 
walked slowly over to her, locking gazes with her as 
he forced his eyes to display a careless disdain.  It 
was a look he had practiced and perfected in the 
mirror years ago as his main defense against people in 
general.  He used it now because he didn't want her to 
see the indecision inside.  A part of him screamed 
that what he was going to do would put him on a level 
with all the jocks and bullies he had ever dealt with. 
"Fuck that," he told that part of himself.  "She is 
*not* going to send me back to that hellhole just 
because I passed out a few times."  He stopped less 
than a foot away from her.  His hands moving like 
vipers, he grabbed the lab coat and pulled it to one 
side with his left hand, his right shooting past to 
softly grab Mrs. Lee's left breast, sliding down until 
the hard point of her nipple was pressing into his 
palm.

"David!" she gasped but held perfectly still, not even 
trying to move or even shift away.

David was puzzled now, the scenarios he had worked out 
in his mind had seen her slapping his hand away, 
moving away from him, angrily telling him to stop, and 
a dozen other negative reactions.  Even in the most 
unlikely possibilities his mind hadn't suggested this. 
That she would just stand there, her eyes filled with 
a mix of fear and...something else he couldn't 
identify.  Then the realization that he was holding a 
real, live, warm woman's breast hit him like a ton of 
bricks and all of his plans shifted.  The confusion 
was gone and a new possibility rose from the ashes of 
his suddenly discarded plans like a phoenix.  His 
brain burned with a fire like that of the legendary 
bird's plumage and a small, secretive smile touched 
his lips.  Mrs. Lee's eyes flicked down to the smile 
and back up to his eyes several times.  David held 
onto the hard look, knowing from experience that he 
could hide his thoughts and feelings easily behind it.

"Drop the coat, Mrs. Lee," David said, his voice still 
perfectly calm and neutral as behind the lab coat he 
began to rub in small circles over the wet cotton of 
her shirt.

Mrs. Lee's eyes took on a look of pleading, soft, 
vulnerable.  A single tear gathered in her left eye as 
she said, "Please.  Don't."  Her booming voice was 
gone, replaced with a helpless-sounding whisper.

David licked his lips and pulled steadily on the coat 
until it came free from her hands.  He dropped it 
carelessly on the floor and brought his now free hand 
up to cover her other breast.  "All you have to do is 
back away, Mrs. Lee."  His voice maintained the calm, 
neutral tone, but for the first time in his life David 
was finding it hard to maintain that detached tone 
without being furious.  "All you have to do is take 
one step back and this will stop."

Mrs. Lee whimpered and trembled but didn't step back, 
didn't move, her hands still in the position they had 
been in when she still had the coat.  David's eyes 
tracked down to look at the hand holding her breast 
and saw something that had been there all the time but 
his brain hadn't registered.  Her panties were showing 
through her white pants.  And not granny-panties like 
he had always though she must wear, when he thought 
about it at all.  No, these were sheer, high-cut, 
slinky, and a shade he could only think of as slut- 
red.  His eyes went back up to hers and he forced the 
secretive smile into the purposefully, almost evil, 
cold smile that went with the practiced look of 
disdain.  He ignored the growing lump in his throat 
that was threatening to cut off his air supply.  He 
rubbed his thumb almost unconsciously across Mrs. 
Lee's nipple and she gave a single, hard shiver.  Then 
he looked up into her eyes again and spoke in the 
void, toneless voice he had used on his aunt, the 
final touch to the practiced attitude.  "Well, Mrs. 
Lee, what a surprise, under all that proper exterior, 
you still wear such ... slinky ... things."

Mrs. Lee glanced down, looking through the narrow 
cleft between her breasts, gasped, bit her lower lip 
and closed her eyes.  She hadn't moved a single other 
part of her body, even her hands had remained where 
they had been, though the fingers had relaxed and no 
longer looked like they were holding up an invisible 
bolt of cloth.  David watched the transformation of 
her face, fascinated by the fact that she hadn't done 
*anything*.  No screams, yells, pushing away, nothing 
but a single, honestly soft, plead for him to stop. 
Then he felt a cool, wet, but warming, curved surface 
make contact with his left hand.  No, he realized, it 
didn't make contact, *he* had.  He looked down to see 
his fingers curl around Mrs. Lee's crotch.  He decided 
to take conscious control of his movements and ran his 
right hand up to place his palm over her now steel 
hard nipple and pressed the middle finger of his left 
hand into her pants and panties, watching the cloth 
indent from his pushing into what he supposed was the 
split in her labia.  He could almost feel the rough 
texture of her pubic hair through both layers of the 
saturated clothing, and thought that the sight lump he 
felt right under a joint might be her clit, but 
realized it could just as easily be a small buckle in 
the fabric.   A soft sound, somewhere between a moan 
and a sob escaped Mrs. Lee as she stood there, not 
moving, not trying to stop him at all.  David looked 
back up at her face and stopped dead.

Tears.  Tracks ran down her face and several new drops 
had just left her eyes, most joining in existing 
tracks, but one spiraled off to make a new one.  David 
suddenly felt the heat that had been burning at his 
brain evaporate and he realized what he was doing, the 
enormity of it.  He realized it hadn't gone far yet, 
not nearly as far as he had intended it to go a moment 
ago, but it almost had.  She wasn't stopping him, but 
she obviously didn't want this to be happening either. 
David let go of Mrs. Lee and stepped back until the 
back of his legs hit the bed, horrified.  Not at what 
he almost done, but at the fact that, even now, he 
felt a pull to take her, willing or not, and found 
that the thought of her being unwilling almost started 
the fire in his brain again.

Mrs. Lee's eyes opened and she looked up into David's 
face.  Only years of hard work and practice had kept 
the cold look on David's face.  She looked terrified, 
but a bit puzzled too.  "David?" she whispered, the 
loud boom so thoroughly gone from her voice that David 
began to wonder if it was all an act.

David's quick mind, usually the center of his pride, 
wouldn't stop fucking working now that he really 
didn't want to think.  It kept analyzing, reading Mrs. 
Lee's expression, trying to determine her tone of 
voice, noticing the slight drip of water from a sodden 
cabinet onto the still waterlogged floor.  And 
noticing all of her body.  She still hadn't moved an 
inch, only her eyes had moved, to look him in the 
face.  He cleared his throat and, very careful to keep 
to the cold tone, said, "I can keep quiet about this 
if you can keep your nose out of my business.  And my 
business right now is to take myself home.  Without my 
aunt."

Mrs. Lee had finally started to move, her right arm 
covered what she could of her breasts as her left hand 
had gone down to cover her crotch, cupping it almost 
as David had.  David knew it would be taking a chance, 
but he moved close to her anyway, almost touching her. 
"So, can you keep quiet about the, ah, problems, that 
happened with me today?  Or do I have to call someone 
and describe in detail what I have already felt for 
myself?"

She shuddered and another tear left her right eye, 
joining with a track to run quickly down her cheek. 
"No, please, you wouldn't."

David smiled the cold smile again and felt his hand 
rise up toward her again.  With a mental snarl at it, 
he clenched it into a fist and brought it sharply down 
to his side.  Mrs. Lee looked down at the movement and 
only saw the fist.  "I'll be good," she whispered.

David nodded sharply and, not trusting himself to 
speak again, strode past her and out of the room.  As 
the school's main doors closed behind him, he finally 
managed to get his thoughts to stop, popped his brain 
onto autopilot.  And headed home.


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