The Dreamer (Part 4)      by dolphininthesky

    After they had breakfasted, David told Mandy that he wanted to practice his dream linking on her. Mandy had said that when he had planted suggestions in her mind, those suggestions came across as his voice speaking in her head, which made it quite apparent that those suggestions were not from her but rather, from an external influence. He needed to experiment and see if he could learn how to disguise his suggestions such that his targets would think they had come up with those ideas on their own. He curled up on the two-seater lounge in the living room trying to doze off whilst she sat on the remaining single seater.  The wall clock ticked. How long would he take to fall asleep? she wondered. She studied the view from the window facing her seat. It wasn't much to look at. It faced another drab apartment block with similar grey-brown walls and small, lifeless windows. The window directly opposite David's apartment showed a middle-aged woman washing some dishes. It must be the kitchen, she thought. David's window had no blinds or curtains. Well, there was a curtain, but it lay folded neatly next to the window. The curtain rails had broke and it lay next to the window with some tools- an unfinished project that he was putting off indefinitely.

A sudden rush of blood made Mandy take a deep breath. She felt hot. She fanned herself with her hand. When did it get this hot in here? She felt a light prickly, ticklish sensation in her tummy. She watched the woman stack the washed dishes next to the sink and busy herself with something else on the kitchen counter, she couldn't make out what. Her eyes shifted to the window in the adjacent apartment. A man in his thirties was leaning out, smoking. He idly watched the cars in the street below. Mandy realised she'd been rubbing her thighs together lightly. She shifted in her seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She felt restless and edgy. A hand touched her breast unconsciously; pressing lightly against her nipple which hardened slowly into a tight little nub. She pulled her hand away, embarrassed; David was only lying three feet away, possibly he was still awake. She sighed softly as she leaned back in the couch. Why wasn't anything happening yet? She scanned the other windows of the apartment facing David's window. Most were empty. The man was still smoking. The woman was chopping something.

Mandy felt a pressure like she needed to pee. Oh dear. She didn't want to go to the toilet now. What if David entered her mind whilst she was peeing? She knew he would see everything she saw. That would be way too embarrassing. Never mind that he had already seen her naked - well, half-dressed anyway - in her dream the last time. She didn't want him to see her pee! She shifted in her seat again and rubbed her legs together. She could wait a little, but she hoped David would hurry up and get it over with so she could go and relieve herself. Her hand was pressing into her breast again. She squeezed it lightly. Just to distract herself from the need to pee, she told herself. She clenched her leg and tummy muscles. It was so hot in here, even with the thin halter top and cutoffs she was wearing, how could David stand this temperature, she wondered. Maybe if she took off her halter? She was sitting quite far from the window and it was dark in the apartment and much brighter outside. She knew she probably wouldn't be visible to the occupants in the apartment across the street. Not unless she was standing right in front of the window like the smoking man. But it still felt very exposed. Still, she would be wearing her bra, wouldn't she? It wasn't like she was naked. And David seemed to be asleep. His face was facing inwards though, so he wouldn't see her even if he peeked. Why wasn't he in her head like he was supposed to? Had he gotten sidetracked and ended up wandering around other minds like last night?

Mandy removed her yellow top. Mmmm... much better. With a surge of recklessness, she got rid of her cutoffs as well. She felt rather naughty sitting there in her white cotton bra and panties with David only a few feet away and with the smoking man in an apartment almost directly opposite her window. A small stain on her panties caught her eye. Oh shit! Was she leaking pee? Her finger lightly swiped the stain. It seemed to feel moist but she wasn't sure. Her finger slipped under the waistband of her panties. It felt sticky. Strange. And it felt good too. She let out a soft sigh. Like yesterday morning, only less intense. That had been so good, she admitted as she thought back to the electric sensations that had crackled through her body then. It was like the light tingles she felt now, only much stronger. Her body relaxed as her finger idly stroked her swollen lips. Her smooth crotch had only the lightest covering of golden down. Like the fuzz on a ripe peach. Fuzz that was covered with little sparkling beads of nectar. The excess moisture was soaked away by the absorbent cotton fabric of her panties, contributing to a quickly spreading stain.

Mandy whipped her hand out of her panties as she realised what she was doing. A brilliant crimson flush spread across her cheeks, ears, neck and down to her budding breasts, complementing the whiteness of her bra. But she quickly felt edgy and frustrated again. She rubbed her thighs together tightly, hoping the feeling would go away. But it only made it worse. She found her hand had wandered up to her chest and was playing with her nipples through the bra. Trying to free herself from that edgy feeling, on an impulse, she pinched her nipple hard.

"Uhhhhhhhh...." It was like fire streaking through her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward as if to offer them to be touched. Her fingers pinched her nipple again, lightly this time. Rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger repeatedly as though preparing it for what was to follow. Suddenly, she pinched it again roughly. Nghhhhhhhh. A tortured moan escaped from between clenched teeth. Her half closed eyes fell on the smoking man. What if he could see her? she thought. Would he think that she was a slut? The embarrassment and humiliation made her wish she could dig a hole and hide herself. The straps of her bra had slipped off her shoulder and the cups had half-fallen from the teenage breasts they had been hiding. Her fingers sought out those white mounds, massaging, kneading, rubbing. Gently at first, then becoming rough, her moans in crescendo as she mauled her pert little things. Then becoming gentle again, she stroked and petted them as if comforting frightened puppies. She was rocking her hips unconsciously, grinding her overheating juice box into the air. Begging. Pleading. She didn't know what she was doing. Only that it felt good. But she was still frustrated. Tension was in her taut muscles. She felt like she was on the verge. On the verge of something. She wanted to buck like an animal. She wanted to rub herself up against something - like a cat rubbing against someone's leg.

What was going on? She knew she had to masturbate. She blushed at the thought. She'd only done it once before - yesterday morning. And here she was on her neighbour's couch, facing the apartment across the street where a hundred open windows seemed to watch her.  She imagined eyes hidden in the shadows of every window boring into her body. Focusing on her half-bared breasts, the swollen nipples. Cameras with powerful lenses zooming in to her heated crotch, the virginal white of her cotton panties stained with the sign of her lust; zoomed in onto the bumps under her panties- they were her frenzied fingers desperately searching her sex. Her inexperienced fingers didn't quite know what to touch. They worked aimlessly and unskillfully, sometimes satisfying her but more often,  frustrating her even further. She was on the verge. On the verge and not getting any further than that.

I'd say that's enough for the day isn't it? His voice cut through her mind like clear ice.

She sat bolt upright in sudden fright, her little hands desperately covering herself up and trying to pull her clothes on at the same time. A voice came from the couch. David asked, "Can I turn round now?"

"No! no! no!" she said as she struggled to get into her tight cutoffs. Finally dressed but looking disheveled; panting and sweating furiously, she threw the seat of the couch at David. He grunted as it hit him, then turned round and sat up - he'd been lying down facing the inside, looking away from her. He winked at her, smiling devilishly.

Her eyes flashed, "You bastard!" She was going to make mince of him. "Whoa, whoa! Have you forgotten already?" he asked.

"Forgotten what?" she demanded.

"Well," he explained slowly,"Firstly, you did tell me to teach you more about this sex stuff didn't you? And I distinctly remembered you had quite enjoyed yourself and wanted a repeat of yesterday morning too - I was granting that wish... "

She opened her mouth but he continued quickly, "Secondly, the whole point of our little experiment was to see if I could sneak into your mind and manipulate it without you suspecting anything. Which, from what I gather, appears to be a complete success!"

She snorted, "David Turner! Our agreement meant that you were to visit me in a dream when I'm safe in my bedroom and you are somewhere else. And you were to do it only when I tell you to!"

He shrugged, "You didn't mention that yesterday."

She glared at him. She looked absolutely beautiful when she was angry, he decided.

"If you ever do that again....." she left her threat hanging. So he had learned how to plant suggestions without giving himself away, she thought. Her curiosity overtook her anger. "How did you do it? Which were your suggestions and which weren't?" she asked.

"Well, mostly I was just projecting emotions to you. I planted the thought that you were feeling hot. Of course, the emotions you were feeling contributed to the heat as well." He hadn't blasted her with wave after wave of lust as he had done with Julie. He was much more subtle with her. He had enjoyed teasing her with gentle waves of arousal that swept over her, lapping away at her cool resolve; then stopping; then repeating again. But he also discovered something about the human mind. He found that he did not need to do all the work. Once he gave it a push in some direction, it would soon happily continue along that path. The difficult work lay in removing whatever mental obstacles and objections that their rationality had. Once those were dealt with, he would watch as her mind began to move in the direction he desired on its own. He would periodically reward her mind with little flushes of pleasure to reinforce behaviour, all the while planting little hints and suggestions in order to effect little changes in her actions or thought patterns.

"Suggestions to remove your clothes were mine," he admitted. "But mostly, what you were doing, you were doing on your own." A smile played on his lips, "It seems to me you find the thought of exposing yourself to strangers quite exciting. I had absolutely nothing to do with that," He gave the apartment across the street a pointed look.

Mandy flushed. She stood up, twisting her fingers. "I... I'm going now. I need to go now." She had suddenly realised the time. She had to meet her two best friends and classmates, Becky and Ling for an afternoon of shopping at a nearby mall in half an hour. Her panties were all squishy. And in her hurry to pull on her tight cutoffs, her panties had scrunched up and were now uncomfortably wedged in her little cunny. Every movement made it rub roughly against her sensitive and swollen lips, chafing her and driving her to distraction. But she barely had time to go home and readjust her clothes and probably change her panties.

As David showed her to the door, she said  softly, "Um.. um... I'm meeting some friends this afternoon to go shopping. In half an hour's time. I'll see you later."  "Bye, I'll contact you later about our plans," David told her.

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David had his work cut out for him and he hoped to get as much as possible done today. The first thing he needed to do was to find a suitable target for the plan he and Mandy had worked out. He obtained a list of rich businessmen, politicians and even celebrities from the Internet and spent quite some time scouring the minds of several potential targets.  He was looking for a very specific type of person. Someone who wasn't too high profile and was willing to take some risk. Someone with very strong fantasies about young girls, particularly, lolita-type teenagers - there was no problem there; there didn't seem to be any shortage of the 'perverted old men' Mandy wanted to target. But other criteria were more difficult to satisfy. There were significant barriers that seemed to prevent their scheme from working smoothly. Of these, the most important was - trust. Simply put, no one was going to trust someone who approached them with the offer they were going to make. They would suspect it as a hoax or scam (which it was) or worse, a police entrapment operation.

Fortunately, it did not take long for David to go through the contents of a single mind. Thoughts transferred from their unsuspecting minds to his at the speed of, well, thought. In several hours, David had gone through the details of hundreds of minds and he had found a very promising candidate.

Mr. Jules Aristides was a respectable citizen and a very well-to-do one. His name was well-known only in certain exclusive circles in the financial world (he certainly hadn't come off that Internet list David had started with; his name had been retrieved from the mind of that famous businessman and philanthropist, Mr. B - )  Mr. Aristides, as can be expected, was a very cautious and prudent man, especially when it came to affairs involving money; but he never stood a chance; not with an opponent who knew his every thought from the beginning. 

At 3pm that Saturday, his computer made a beep, notifying him that an email had arrived. Mr. Aristides checked it immediately. It was an email address that only family and close business associates knew. He stared at it. Was this a joke? Just then, his phone rang. Once again, this was a number only family and those in his inner circle knew. He picked it up - it never rang on Saturday unless it was urgent.

David was sitting with his laptop at a table and bench in a random park several suburbs away from where he lived. He had just sent an email to Jules Aristides. The contents were more carefully worded but essentially similar to the original 'advertisement' Mandy had shown him this morning. He had used an unsecured wireless broadband connection for this - it is amazing how many people, to this day, still forego securing their wireless home networks. Which meant that the email could be traced to whoever owned that wireless connection, but not to him. David then let himself doze off so that he could monitored Mr. Aristides through a dream link. The moment Mr. Aristides finished reading it, David called him. Again, he used an anonymous Voice-Over-IP service that was connected to his computer through the anonymity of the unsecured wireless link.

"Good evening Mr. Aristides. I see you've just read our little proposal to you."

Jules Aristides was beginning to feel very alarmed. He quickly looked out through the tall French windows behind his antique mahogany desk. He couldn't see any signs of the person monitoring him but that didn't mean they weren't there. He got up and walked away quickly from the windows.

"Who is this?" he asked.

"You can think of us as a seller of certain products that we think you will be very interested in."

"I have no wish to continue this conversation and I will report this to the police if you ever contact me again," Mr. Aristides sounded dismissive but he knew that someone who was capable of monitoring his activities in his very secure and very private home, and who could obtain the details of his private phone and email address was not going to be so easily put off.

"I'm sure it is not in our mutual interests for the police to be involved, Mr. Aristides. The police tend to ask many questions. You would not want us to answer them, especially if they ask us about the 27 billion Euro worth of shares of a certain Zurex Investments Company."

David had thought hard about the 'trust' problem. He could not expect buyers to trust him immediately. Which was another reason why Mr. Aristides was an attractive candidate. From his mind, David had gleaned the details of certain business dealings of a dubious nature. Last year, Mr. Aristides had pulled off the financial coup of his career.  It was all very secret and certainly, very illegal too. If exposed, it had repercussions not only for Mr. Aristides but  also for a  number of  powerful  politicians and businessmen both nationally and internationally. Furthermore, if the cause of the exposure was known to be Mr. Aristides, not only would he face certain litigation in a number of countries, he would also be personally repugnant to said politicians and businessmen. The latter was, shall we say, a risk not only to his financial and legal standing but also to his personal health and life expectancy. All these, David understood from the thoughts of his mind. As we mentioned earlier, Jules Aristides never once stood a chance.

Of course, Mr. Aristides denied immediately any knowledge of any Zurex Investments Company. The voice on the phone chuckled mirthlessly, "You don't have to be afraid, Mr. Aristides. We have no intention of exposing or even blackmailing you. We are willing only to sell some products. And we believe you are that willing buyer. But should you decide not to take us up on that offer, we will go away. You will never hear from us again and we will not utter a word to anyone about any investment companies or about any numbered bank accounts in the Solomon Islands."

Mr. Aristides cursed silently. How much did these bastards actually know?

"You may be wondering, sir, why we do not just blackmail you straightaway - it seems a simpler plan than selling products, doesn't it?, " the voice continued over the phone, "But that is not our way. We believe we will profit much more if we protect our mutual interests. It is our hope that you, Mr. Aristides, would not only become our loyal customer, but that you would introduce us to your associates who may share your special tastes in women."

Ahh.... Mr. Aristides was beginning  to understand what they were after. It wasn't just money; they could do that by simple blackmail. They wanted  market share.

The truth was, David had no evidence- he couldn't blackmail him even if he wanted to. In Aristides' mind, he saw that all the necessary evidence had been either destroyed or were out of reach for David. If there was any evidence that was possibly obtainable by David, Mr. Aristides didn't know it. And what Mr. Aristides didn't know, David didn't either.

"It's a question of trust, Mr. Aristides. We are unknown, therefore no one will trust us. If you act to introduce us to your associates, they will trust us too, because they trust you. But how do we first gain your trust? Well, as a sign of goodwill, we'll give you a name - Villefort. I'm sure you're acquainted with M. Villefort, no?"

"I am," Mr. Aristides voice was calm. It made perfect sense now. He had never trusted that Frenchman. How they had managed to extract or steal this information from Villefort he did not know but it indicated how dangerous Villefort was to him. In fact, Villefort might have leaked this deliberately in order to destroy him. Yes, that seemed very likely, especially since that Italian fiasco two years ago; Villefort hadn't forgotten that grudge had he? "I thank you for that piece of advice," he paused, "Now, we were talking about certain products that might be of interest to me, were we not?" Mr. Aristides did not for a moment trust them to remain silent if he turned down their offer, but now, he did trust them enough to know they were not from legal enforcement. They would not be trying to entrap him with something as trivial, relatively speaking, like buying teenage girls if they already knew as much as they did about Zurex.

"We were indeed," the voice said jovially, "how about we send you a catalogue for your perusal? It will also have instructions on how you can contact us. Our method is to set up a series of meetings where the customer can inspect and converse with the product over dinner or something. If they are satisfied, then we can proceed with our transactions."

"Very well, I will look forward to that brochure," Mr. Aristides replied, "And may I know with whom am I speaking?"

"Our organization does not have a name, Mr. Aristides. You may call me Genie. Think of me as being able to make your wildest sexual fantasies come true."

David hung up and nearly collapsed laughing. But first things first - he had to get to sleep and see what Mr. Aristides was really thinking; he didn't want any unpleasant surprises or traps waiting for him. He found Mr. Aristides deep in thought in his comfortable armchair - far away from the windows. Some quick phone calls to certain contacts had already set into action certain plans that would soon bring the Frenchman into line -  Mr. Aristides did not believe in doing tomorrow, what could be done today. What was important, David observed, was that Mr. Aristides was genuinely interested in his proposal. Which confirmed that David had been right about him all along.

Aristides and his wife had a daughter who was about Mandy's age. Blonde, beautiful in that cute, wholesomely and innocent way, she had many similarities with Mandy in both character and appearance. He doted on his daughter, the apple of his eye, but in the recesses of his mind lurked a dark desire. It was a source of much guilty pleasure to him. He often imagined her sitting in his lap like she often did, her soft, sweet-smelling hair in his face. His hands would begin to slowly caress and pet her in a very unfatherly manner. And she would squirm - slightly uncomfortable at first at the way Daddy was touching her - but very soon, the red flush appearing on her face would not just be from embarrassment. Little sighs would escape her lips as her innocent senses were deluged by feelings she didn't know existed.... These dark desires had been the cause of two trips so far to Eastern European nations where he had sought the comfort of girls as young as his daughter, but somehow he was never quite satisfied by them. And his busyness and fear of discovery were major barriers to more trips of this sort.

And as David had correctly surmised, once sufficient reason to believe that their proposal was genuine had been given, Aristides had taken the bait willingly. Now, to reel him in slowly.... slowly but surely. He sent a message to Mandy. They would need some photos of her to further pique Mr. Aristides' interest. He was positive the slight resemblance Amanda Watson had to Giselle Aristides was going to guarantee they landed this big fish.

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Mandy was shopping with Becky and Ling. Well, more window-shopping really - the girls enjoyed trying on stuff even if they weren't going to buy them. Mandy thought about all the nice clothes she would buy once her scam with David worked; she was getting very excited! She was waiting with Ling for Becky outside a changing room when a little beep from her cellphone indicated a new message had arrived:

"1st contact was made. meet u in 3 hours 2 buy clothes 4 photoshoot!" She looked at her watch; plenty of time - they were almost done shopping and were going back to Becky's house soon to hang out. A short ride on the bus would be able to get her home from Becky's house.

Her crotch quivered at the memory of this morning. She had fled back to her apartment and changed into fresh clothes that didn't smell of sweat and sex. Her panties had been soaked through with both. And yet, after all that had transpired, she was still not satisfied! She had a feeling of restlessness in the pit of her stomach and an aching need further down that nagged her. In the privacy of her room, all she wanted to do was tear off her restrictive clothes and frig herself off desperately until her vision exploded in stars. But she had to meet her friends now! So she had stifled her ache for release and rushed off again quickly to catch the bus to the mall. For the past four hours they had been shopping non-stop. She was bone-tired! But every now and then, a little itch in her crotch reminded her of unfinished business. She would rub her thighs together slightly, hoping it would go away. Slowly but surely, she could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter as the day progressed.

"Ahh...." a voice said softly, it quavered slightly. Mandy looked up from her phone and caught her friend Ling just in time. Ling had looked like she was going to fall over. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked with concern as Ling leaned on her arm. The small, lithe frame of the Asian girl was shivering and swaying slightly. She had been like this all afternoon; Mandy wondered if she might be sick but Ling kept insisting she was fine. Becky was her usual cheerful self - more cheerful and 'hyper' than usual, in fact. She dragged Ling and Mandy into shop after shop to try stuff on.

The door of the fitting room flew open and Becky came out in a cute blue summer dress. She twirled and paraded for them before shutting herself in again to change back to her own clothes. Mandy envied Becky - she seemed to look good in anything she wore! The two of them were very different from each other. Whereas Mandy was was still a cutesy, blossoming teenage girl, Becky could easily pass off as a well-developed seventeen year-old. Mandy was the picture of the typical, blond and beautiful cheerleader type girl whilst Becky seemed more like an exotic model from one of those fashion magazines.  Mandy felt rather gangly and awkward compared to Becky whose body had matured quickly - Becky's breasts were a decent size, compared to her own growing ones. And Becky was developing the hips and curves of a woman. Her fuller bum attracted the most stares whenever the three friends were walking together. She admired Becky's dark, lustrous mane of hair too - Becky had even begun shaving her armpits and pubic hair! Mandy had noticed that one day whilst they were changing in the girl's locker room; Becky's underarm and pubic hair had vanished in one night! Mandy sure wished she was growing up as quickly as her friend. Becky certainly attracted more than her share of admirers from the opposite sex but more some reason she snubbed every last one of them.

Ling on the other hand, was even more different from the other two girls. Ling's features were so delicate and fine-boned. Her hands, her feet - her whole body was delicate! She was like a little flower, an elf or maybe a Tinkerbell-like fairy. Although she was fourteen like the other two girls, she could easily pass off as eleven or twelve. Her breasts were little buds that had yet to flower and her lithe, slender body was completely smooth and hairless naturally - she didn't even have the very thin, downy fuzz that non-Asian girls typically had at that age - her skin was smooth and completely clear, like very fine porcelain. Her long, straight hair was jet-black and lustrous. She often wore it in pigtails but she had let it down today. Unlike her two outgoing friends, Ling was painfully shy. She was a studious, polite girl who came from a home with conservative, Asian values. But she loved hanging out with her two very different friends and often went along with whatever they did, as long as it wasn't too 'wild' (her definition of wild being a lot more stringent than what is often accepted as wild).

As Becky finally came out of the fitting room, Mandy said,"Becky, I don't know what's wrong with Ling. She's been like this all afternoon even though she keeps insisting she's fine. I think we really ought to leave now and go to your place. Maybe she'll feel better once she lies down for a while." Ling was hanging on her arm to steady herself.

Becky chuckled, "I don't think anything's wrong with Ling-Ling. She's just a little overexcited today that's all. But let's head to my place now anyway" She put an arm around her much shorter friend's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. They often called her Ling-Ling for fun. It just sounded like a cute name and she didn't mind them calling her that either. Ling swayed a little, then smiled weakly, "I'm fine. Really. Don't worry about me, Mandy  uhhh....umm, I mean, I'm really fine." A tiny gasp escaped from her in the middle of the sentence.

Mandy nodded though she still felt quite concerned for her friend. She was glad as they left the mall and boarded a bus to get to Becky's house. Ling-Ling sat next to her, looking flushed and distracted. She kept fidgeting in her seat, shifting around as though she couldn't get comfortable. Once, the bus had swerved sharply. Ling's hand had gripped Mandy's arm to steady herself. She kept her hand on Mandy's arm after that, squeezing it tightly. Mandy took a tissue and wiped some perspiration that had gathered on her friend's face. She thought that they ought to get Ling to a doctor if this persisted.

They soon reached Becky's home. Becky had rich parents and lived in a nice, big house in a more exclusive neighbourhood of that city. Her room was almost as large as the living room in Mandy's modest apartment!. The three girls trooped upstairs after greeting Becky's mom. Ling collapsed onto Becky's bed as soon as they got there. Becky shut the door, locked it with a click and collapsed to the floor. Mandy who was next to Ling then, quickly ran over to Becky in alarm. Becky's shoulders were shaking. "What's wrong, Becky?" she asked, fearing the worst. As Becky raised her head, Mandy realised the was laughing!

"Ohhh... hahahaha...... Ling-Ling, you're going to be the death of me.... hahahaha..... poor Mandy, she's so worried about you..... hahahahaha...." Becky rolled on the floor, holding her sides as she laughed.

"Alright! What's this all about?? WHAT are you two up to?" Mandy threw her hands up, exasperated.

"Oh.... it's so freaking hilarious," Becky staggered to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes. She led Mandy over to her bed where Ling was lying. Ling seemed to have been oblivious to Becky's outburst of laughter. She was lying there, her head on Becky's pillow and her jet-black hair framing her flushed face. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes closed. Soft, barely audible moans escaped her feverish lips. Her small frame squirmed on top of the covers. Becky got on her bed on one side of Ling and motioned Mandy to recline on the other side. They both looked at Ling. "What's wrong with Ling?" Mandy asked again.

Becky stifled a giggle. "Give me your hand.," she told Mandy and Mandy did. Becky guided her hand down to Ling's knees. Ling was wearing a simple blouse and a skirt that came conservatively to just below her knees. Becky grasped Mandy's hand and moved it under Ling's skirt. "What? -" Becky asked, shocked, but Mandy only gave another stifled giggle. Under Becky's guidance, Mandy's hand moved further up under the skirt between Ling's smooth thighs, she felt Ling's muscles tense. Ling gave a moan as she felt Becky's and Mandy's hands brush her skin. Mandy swallowed. As they neared Ling's crotch she felt a trace of cool, sticky moisture on one of her fingers. "Ling -" she gasped. She wasn't sure what was happening but the moisture was familiar to her. Just then, her fingers felt something like a rubber cord and closed around it. What was this? It felt like a wire? A string?

"Feel the cord?" Becky asked. Mandy nodded, perplexed. Becky tightened her grasp on Mandy's hand and pulled it firmly away from Ling's crotch.

"AHHHhhhhh...." Ling's hips bucked, her tiny frame spasming. She shook her head, her long black hair cascading over Becky's pillow.

Their two hands emerged from under Ling's skirt. In Mandy's fingers, she held a cord and swinging from the other end of cord was a pink bulb. It was slick and shiny with fluids and it seemed to be vibrating very quickly, it gave a very soft, almost inaudible hum.

Mandy's other hand flew to her mouth. "You're kidding. You guys didn't - " She was stunned. She wasn't even totally sure what the bulb was. But everything was slowly becoming clearer. Becky nodded, her smile was as wide as the Cheshire cat's, her eyes flashing with laughter. Her hand boldly flipped Ling's skirt up, totally exposing her. Ling's panties had been holding the little bulb in but after the other two girls had pulled the bulb out forcibly, it had slipped to one side, partially exposing Ling-Ling's steaming snatch. It was completely smooth naturally. And at the moment, coated with honey. Her panties were soaked. And her inner thighs showed streaks of moisture running downwards.

"Please... please Becky...." Ling's soft tones were desperate, pleading. Becky's hand moved to her friend's crotch. "Wait! What are you doing?" Mandy stopped her, completely shocked. Was she going to do to Ling, what she thought she was going to do?

"Nooooooo..... please ... Mandy, Becky... pleaseee....." Ling's delicate hips lifted off the bed. Her crotch pushed upwards desperately but it was still an inch short of Becky's finger. Mandy felt like the world had turned upside down. Ling was a painfully shy and conservative girl. She couldn't even change in the girl's locker rooms without blushing furiously. Becky and Mandy would usually stand around her with their backs facing her so that they could provide some cover for her from the other girls in the room whilst she changed. But here she was writhing with sexual abandon and pleading for her friends to finger fuck her.

"Aiiiiiieeeee...... uhhhh..... uhhh..." Ling groaned with satisfaction as she felt a finger slide into her. Becky was taken by surprise. Her finger had been poised to go in when Mandy had stopped her. And all of a sudden, Mandy's finger had beaten her to the goal. Mandy cradled Ling's head to her breasts with one hand whilst her other hand dipped into Ling's honeypot without warning.

"Poor Ling-Ling.... "Mandy whispered. "Help her too, Becky," she said. Becky was the one who was confused now. She hadn't wanted to let Mandy in on this initially but Ling's behaviour the whole afternoon had caused Mandy to raise questions, so she had no choice but to let her in on the little secret. She had been rather uncertain because she didn't know how her friend would react. Mandy had never dated and seemed completely innocent to sex. In fact, her innocence seemed to be quite near Ling's level of complete ignorance. And Becky's concerns seemed to be confirmed by Mandy's initial shocked reaction. But now Mandy had beat her to Ling's snatch. Mandy was dipping her fingers in and out; swirling around and massaging the lips; they periodically grazed teasingly across the top where Ling's normally well-hidden pearl now lay swollen and pronounced. Becky was getting hot just from watching her two beautiful friends. But she was aching to join in too. She had been looking forward to this all afternoon. Hearing Becky ask her to help, she grinned, "With pleasure."

Mandy had expected Becky to help with touching Ling. But to her shock, Becky's head dove between Ling's legs. She felt Ling stiffen in her arms as Becky's hair swept over Ling's quivering thighs.

"UHHHHHHHHH......." Ling arched her back and thrust her pelvis up to meet Becky's soft, insistently probing tongue.

Mandy had not understood at first. But it had come to her in a flash- it was completely clear all of a sudden. She understood what Ling had been feeling. She had been feeling it this morning too. Poor, poor Ling-Ling, she thought. She understood perfectly what she had to do. She had to help her friend. That was what best-friends were for, weren't they? She had to help her friend out of her pleasurable misery. This was the reason why her hand had reached for Ling-Ling's snatch without hesitation, to Ling's delight and to Becky's surprise. She now played with the smooth, wet folds like she would her own. She sympathized deeply with Ling-Ling. She had been on the edge the whole afternoon herself. Even now, her wet panties bore testimony to that fact. She couldn't imagine what poor Ling-Ling had gone through that afternoon with that vibrating, pink bulb inside her! For four whole hours, they had been walking the mall. Every step would have been agony. Mandy recalled the feeling in her dream when she had her Mickey pen stuck inside her. The vibrating bulb would have been at least ten times worse! She wondered if she could slip it inside herself and walk around for an hour just to see what it felt like. But right now, she completely understood her task - no, her duty- to her friend. She had to help her reach that peak of release and bliss, the same peak that she desperately needed herself!

Becky's voice floated up from between Ling's legs,"Be quiet, Ling-Ling or my mom might hear you."

Ling sucked air in with big gasps. She had to make a noise.. the waves crashing over her were too much. If she kept silent she would drown. In her desperation, she bit down on whatever was near her to keep quiet. Mandy had been cradling her head to her breasts to comfort her. Mandy stiffened suddenly and her eyes watered. "Not so hard, Ling-Ling... not so hard...." she gasped. Ling's eyes fluttered open. She realised what she had just bitten. Trying to make up, she started kissing it to make it better. Her hands pulled at Mandy's clothes confusedly. She kissed whatever flesh she could get. She had to make it up to her friend, her dazed and confused mind thought. Mandy's halter and bra slipped off easily. Sweet, suckling lips fastened themselves like leeches on her bared tits.

Mandy sighed happily. She knew what it was like when you were on the verge for hours with no release in sight. She knew that feverish daze, that total confusion as your mind was lost in a haze of lust. Earlier in the day, her session with David had led to her being teased and titillated but he had stopped just short of letting her cum (bastard! she thought). And she had to rush off to meet Becky and Ling immediately after so she didn't have a chance to finish off what had started. Since then, the heat that had awakened in her loins had stirred and churned all afternoon, making her restless and fidgety.

Mandy didn't hold it against Ling-Ling to bite the first thing that came near her mouth. It had hurt then but it didn't feel so bad now, especially with Ling-Ling making it up to her breasts by kissing and suckling them gently. In fact, she didn't mind if Ling-Ling bit her again. The sudden electric shock of pleasure and pain of being bitten on her ultra-sensitive flesh had made every fibre of her body contract. Mandy had felt hot liquid spread through her panties in that instant. She had blushed, not knowing if it was pee or other juices.

As she watched the unbelievable sight before her, Mandy's cream was getting so hot it seemed like it was going to froth any moment. She saw Becky slide between Ling's spread legs. Becky's tongue snaked out and tentatively swiped Ling's little quim. The tip of her tongue begin to trace the outline of Ling's lower lips eliciting muffled groans  - Ling-Ling was pressing her lips on the Mandy's breasts to muffle her groans; and Mandy could feel the vibrations of Ling's throat travelling through her breast tissue. She involuntarily pushed back, pressing her firm young mounds into Ling-Ling's mouth. Neither Mandy nor Ling had any clear idea what they were doing; their actions were spontaneous, unplanned and instinctive - their heated immature bodies were reacting to the heat of passion in a way that shocked and made them blush.

Ling's arousal was mixed with shame and humiliation as she realized that one of her best friends was exploring her intimate parts whilst the other had her head between her legs, she could see everything - and she wasn't just seeing, she was smelling and tasting too. What mortified her further was the way her hips were bucking upwards welcoming Mandy's fingers and Becky's tongue - she squeezed her eyes shut; she couldn't bring herself to look them in the eye. She tried to bite her lips to stop from screaming out; that would have brought Becky's mom running up to see what was the matter. She shuddered at the thought of Becky's mom bursting into the room to find her lying on Becky's bed with her legs spread lewdly like this and Becky licking her there. There was only one way to stop her from screaming out at the top of her lungs and that was to clamp her mouth tightly around something. But around what? That was when Mandy had hugged her head and pressed her into her warm, soft breasts. She had clamped her mouth around Mandy's soft, yielding flesh to suppress a piercing scream. She realised immediately what she had done and felt terribly ashamed of herself and sorry for Mandy. She then tried to kiss Mandy's hurt flesh to make it better, her saliva like a salve to the little love bite that now marked Mandy. As another wave of pleasure rippled through her, she pressed her face into Mandy's soft mound; this time she made sure she kept her teeth away from Mandy's skin; only her lips clamped themselves around Mandy's flesh. As Becky and Mandy's ministrations progressed, Ling's mind grew more and more confused and dazed. She was alternatively sucking and kissing and licking Mandy. She sucked like a drowning man sucking for air. She sobbed and moaned and gasped, she whined wordlessly into Mandy's breasts.

Becky's mouth had latched themselves completely on Ling's little cunny; lips wrestling against lips and her tongue thrust as deeply as possible into Ling's tunnel where it was restlessly squirming like a live snake. Her mouth was devouring Ling hungrily; it almost covered her crotch completely, leaving Mandy's fingers little to pet. Mandy's fingers did find one section that wasn't covered by Becky's mouth - Ling's little baby clit. Yes, baby clit was an accurate description; it was so small and cute, even Mandy wanted to bend over and kiss it in spite of her reservations about the way Becky was shockingly lapping at and drinking from their friend's privates. With Becky hogging the rest of Ling's cunny, Mandy concentrated on Ling's little button. Her fingers teased it, circled it, flicked it and occasionally tugged gently on it, making the Ling buck wildly, releasing rivulets of cream into Becky's hungrily sucking mouth. Mandy captured the little nubbin between her thumb and index finger. She could feel it throb beneath her fingers. She gave a very tentative, gentle squeeze. The effect on Ling was incredible.

"Ngggggghhhhhhhhhhh" A high pitched whine came from Ling's throat. Her entire body stiffened like a board, her thighs clamping shut on a surprised Becky, trapping her there; Becky struggled but the much smaller and usually weaker girl's legs were like steel cords that trapped her and pulled her deeper into the frothing, cumming quim. Becky fought for breath, nearly choking on Ling's juices.

Mandy, encouraged by Ling's reaction, squeezed the little button a little harder. Ling-Ling thrashed wildly for minutes, her little body forced into overdrive as it shook and spasmed uncontrollably. Mandy kept increasing the stimulation on her friend. Her inexperienced eye wasn't really sure if her friend had started to orgasm yet. Or perhaps, she was cumming repeatedly? Mandy didn't know. So she just kept upping the ante, hoping that at some point it would become clear when to stop.

The fact was, Ling had been overpowered by her orgasm the moment Mandy started massaging her moist baby clit. And she had been cumming continuously  for the past few minutes. Each touch from Mandy drove her higher and deeper and further. It was so intense it was beginning to hurt. She wanted to beg Mandy to stop but only whines and sobs came out of her mouth. Meanwhile, down between her legs, Becky was in panic. Her nose and mouth were mashed against Ling's cunny. Ling's legs had twined themselves around her torso and struggle as she could she couldn't get free; it felt as if Ling was trying to pull her whole face into her cunt! She had difficulty breathing and her frantic attempts to ask Ling to stop became muffled sounds - the vibrations of these sounds on her pussy only made Ling cum harder!

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPGGGGGGGNNNNGGGHGHHH -" Ling-Ling sounded like she was going crazy and Mandy was getting rather concerned - surely Ling was cumming now? she asked herself. That was went Ling went quiet all of a sudden, her high-pitched squeal cut short. Ling's whole body had gone limp. Mandy, detecting the change, stopped touching her and looked down. "Ling-Ling? Are you alright? Do you feel better now?" Ling's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily as Mandy held her in her arms. "Becky?" she shot a questioning look at Becky who had finally extricated herself from what would later become known among the three of them as the famous Ling's Grip of Orgasmic Death. Becky lay on her back, panting heavily, her entire face drenched with honey. She coughed, lying on her back had been a bad idea, some of the sticky cream dribbled into her nose. She staggered up and fumbled for some tissues. It was some minutes before she recovered enough to ask Mandy, "What... *cough* ... hmmpph... has happened to her?"

"Um...."Mandy replied with uncertainty," I think she's fainted or something. Oh dear, do you think she's ok? Should we call your mom or something?"

"Are you nuts?? My mom would have a fit if she saw us now! She's still breathing isn't she?"

"Um... I think so." Ling's ragged breath was hot against Mandy's bare skin as she was still cradling Ling's head in her arms.

"She'll be fine. I think it was a bit too much for her." Becky replied as she sat down on the bed again. "Phew! I think she came close to killing me! I couldn't breathe, I thought I was going to drown in her cream."

"Are you alright now?" Mandy asked. "Why didn't you stop if you couldn't breathe?"

"I wanted to! But her legs - you wouldn't believe it! She's so small and delicate you'd think I should have no trouble getting her legs off me, but I nearly died between her legs... they were like steel ropes tying me down. Haha... maybe that's her revenge on me," Becky chuckled.

"You still haven't told me everything," Mandy complained. "What exactly did you do to poor Ling-Ling? And what's that little pink... um.. egg-shaped bulb thing?" she demanded.

"It's a vibrator!" Becky picked up the egg-shaped vibrator from a table by her bed where she'd left it earlier.

"You mean its a.. sex-toy?" Mandy's eyes widened.

"You put it in your cunny, and leave this cord dangling outside so you can pull it out easily. And the cord is sort of like an antenna too. Look.." Becky fumbled around in her handbag and fished out a small remote that fit easily in her palm. She held it up by the cord and pressed a button; the vibrator began to hum and move. Another button increased the tempo. The vibrations grew stronger and stronger until it started to move and swing wildly. Mandy swallowed. She couldn't imagine what having something like that up her cunny would be like.

"I've been teasing her all afternoon with this," Becky said gleefully, "The remote is small enough to hide in my palm so you didn't see it. I've been trying different settings all the time. And just when she least expects it - I turn it on to maximum! You did see her jump suddenly a few times didn't you?"

"You didn't!" Mandy wanted to scold her friend and laugh at the same time. Becky was always pulling pranks on poor, clueless Ling who docilely let Becky do whatever she liked with her. It was usually up to Mandy to protect poor Ling-Ling from playful Becky.

"But how did you get her to walk around all afternoon with a sex-toy up her... up her.. sex," Mandy giggled too, it was ridiculous, the notion of shy and conservative Ling willingly letting Becky do that to her.

"Ah, but it's not a sex-toy - it's medical equipment," Becky explained, "It all started last week when she came to me for help. She said she had these discharges from her vagina and she didn't know what it was. You know she hasn't started menstruating yet right? So it wasn't her period."

Ling nodded. It was true that Ling had not yet started having her periods. She'd been a bit concerned because most of her friends had started. So her mom had taken her to the doctor for a simple checkup just to make sure everything was alright. The doctor had assured her that it was normal for some girls not to begin menstruating until they were fifteen or sixteen and had given her a checkup anyway. That checkup had been quite an ordeal for Ling. She was absolutely mortified to have the doctor examine and touch her even though the doctor was a woman. She'd blushed so hard that her face had remained flushed for over an hour after the checkup!

So when she saw traces of fluid leaking out of her privates, she had decided to ask Becky about it, rather than risking the doctor or the school nurse. Becky realised immediately that it was just normal lubrication but she decided to have a little fun with Ling. She taught Ling to insert a tampon into her vagina, apparently to soak up the lubrication so that it wouldn't leak out. But that was just curing the symptoms. For treatment, she told Ling the best way was to use a 'special tampon' that would get rid of all the 'excess' liquid so that she wouldn't leak anymore.

Poor Ling had believed her. After all, the tampons had succeeded in keeping her panties dry of the natural cream her body was secreting. So she had believed the 'special tampon' story too. Becky had explained that fluid could 'built up' in her vaginal tissues. The special tampon would cause the excess fluid to be released and when the treatment was over, with the excess fluids gone, her vagina would be nice and dry all the time! With much blushing, Ling had allowed Becky to insert the special tampon inside her. It fit snugly into her little virginal cavity and was held inside by both her vaginal muscles as well as her panties. Becky had turned it on to the lowest setting, which gave Ling a pleasant buzz. She assured Ling that it would be fine going out shopping with the special tampon in place.

It was only after leaving the house that Becky began turning up the strength of the vibrations. Ling's concern was growing but Becky insisted that that was the normal operation of the device. As Becky began to experiment with the pulse mode, the wave mode and various other humming, throbbing and thrumming modes, Ling's young and inexperienced body was plunged into a roller coaster of sensations. In the mall, she was too shy to draw attention to herself so she had endured it patiently, suffering in silence. She kept assuring Mandy everything was alright - she didn't want anyone to see the mess of fluids between her legs! And Becky kept whispering assurances to her. Since Becky had already told her that the excess fluids were going to be expelled by the device, she thought that the inundation of fluids between her legs and the strange sensations the device was causing in her were an inevitable part of her 'treatment'.

As Becky concluded the story, Mandy asked curiously, "Where did you get this thing from. I don't believe you bought it at an adult shop. They wouldn't even have let you in!"

"Umm.. it's actually a present from my older sis."

"No way!" Mandy exclaimed, "I wish I had a cool older sister like you. So she knows you... you masturbate with it?"

Becky coloured up and mumbled ,"Sort of...."

"There's something here you aren't telling me Becky..." Mandy started to say when a thought occurred to her. She had been wondering where Becky had learned to 'eat out' another girl - judging from the way she went at Ling, it certainly seemed like she was not new to it. Mandy put two and two together and said, "You mean, you and your sis.... you guys.... um.. do this stuff?"

Becky giggled,"Pretty wild, huh? We don't really do it these days... but my sis, she was really, like, wild  back when she was in college. She got home drunk one night and stumbled into my bed and that's when... that's how it sort of started. But we don't do it anymore." Mandy thought she sensed a hint of regret in Becky's voice.

"How does it taste, seriously? You were literally sucking it out of Ling... " Mandy asked.

"You want to know?" Becky reached over to the Ling who was still sleeping or unconscious and swiped her pussy with a finger. Her finger returned coated with a shiny layer. Becky thrust it toward Mandy's mouth. Mandy squealed and turned her face away. "Ewww....." Becky laughed and put the finger in her mouth, sucking it happily. Mandy looked at her in puzzlement, "Do you really like it that much? It smells rather strong and pungent, doesn't it?"

Becky shook her head, "I don't know, Mandy... it's like Ling-Ling secretes a drug in her juices when she cums. I just get hooked on it..... want to lick her dry." Mandy caught the hungry look in her friend's eye as Becky regarded Ling-Ling's sleeping form. Mandy suddenly remembered that Becky had given the cold shoulder to every one of the boys who'd been interested in her; and there had been a lot, given Becky's model looks and figure. Surely she wasn't interested only in g -

"Oh shit! Look at the time. I've gotta run." Mandy suddenly caught sight of the clock beside Becky's bed and remembered that she had to meet David. She was running late. Where had the time gone?

She grabbed her bag and stuff and Becky unlocked the bedroom door. They opened the door and almost bumped into someone who was standing on the other side. Mandy saw it was a tall, beautiful redhead in her twenties who was just reaching out to knock on the door as if she wanted to come in. She said, "Oh, Becky... I was just looking for you."

"Hey sis, didn't know you were visiting...  oh, you've never met Mandy have you?"  Mandy had never met Becky's sister before because she had moved out of the house some years before and was living alone, but she had heard Becky mention her many times.

The gorgeous redhead had sparkling green eyes. Mandy felt slightly in awe of her - if Becky looked like a budding model, her sister certainly surpassed most models she'd seen. Wait, so this was the sister that gave Becky the vibrator and had taught Becky to eat another girl out... Mandy felt a flush rising as a sudden image of Becky and her sister making out on Becky's bed flashed through her mind.

"Nice to meet you Mandy, I'm Julie" she flashed Mandy a grin and then said to Becky, "Mom called me over for dinner toni - Whoa! You girls had better cover your friend up before mom comes up...." Julie was taller than both girls and could see over their heads into the room - she'd just caught sight of Ling sleeping on Becky's bed. Ling's clothes were disheveled to say the least - and her skirt was still pulled up, exposing her pussy. Becky and Mandy gasped. Mandy had been in a hurry to leave and they had completely forgotten about covering up Ling before unlocking and opening the bedroom door. Becky rushed to her bed leaving Mandy and her sister standing at the door. She pulled Ling's skirt down and threw the covers over Ling.

Julie cleared her throat, "And open the windows to air the room too. Mom's sure to know what this smell is..... and Dad.... Dad will.... " She giggled. "I'll come by again later ok?" Then she looked at Mandy and said with a wink, "Don't let her corrupt you... see you later, Mandy."

Mandy blushed furiously as she let herself out of the house. She hurried down the street to where the bus stop was. She was going to be very late for her meeting with David.

Yes, you're already half an hour late as of now.

What??? She stopped in shock. You were following me!! She was outraged.

No, I wasn't. I happened to drop by my colleagues' mind and found you in her parent's house.

You mean you know Julie, Becky's sister?

Yes, we work together. It's a small world. I'm not half as surprised as you. What were you and your friend doing to that cute Asian girl?

Mandy blushed. Look, aren't you the mind reader? Why ask me? And how come you don't already know that Becky was Julie's sister?

David was rather surprised. Firstly he was surprised that Julie's sister Becky was Amanda's friend Becky. But there were actually two reasons for this. He had found quite early on that even mind readers still got surprises. It was simply not possible to view and process all the information in another person's mind. You had to be selective- skimming over them and digesting only those that were of importance. It was like being in a huge library; you only chose to read those books that were relevant to your task. And you could easily forget whatever information you obtained - he had taken to keeping important information, such as the thoughts of Mr. Jules Aristides, in a notebook. Even though the minds of Mandy and Julie had images of Becky and he would have known that the two Becky's were the same person if he had viewed those images, it was not likely that he would have viewed them unless he deemed it absolutely necessary.

Secondly, whilst he freely thumbed through the thoughts of random people, Julie, Mandy and several others were an exception. He had decided not to read their memories unless it was absolutely necessary or they wanted him to. Entering their minds was one thing - you would experience the sensations they experienced and know the thoughts they were thinking at that moment. But viewing their memories was a different matter and he decided that it was a breach of trust - like reading their diaries. He didn't care about doing it to people he didn't know, but he felt that Mandy and Julie were friends and he ought to respect their privacy. It's true of course that entering their minds without their knowledge was already intruding on their privacy, but he had some boundaries to where he was willing to go. Besides, in Mandy's case, the second clause of their agreement implicitly invited him to enter her mind, didn't it?

He briefly explained these to her and promised her that he would never rifle through her memories. Which also meant that if she didn't feel comfortable about telling him about what she and Becky were doing in the room, he would drop the matter even if he was very curious. Not just curious - he was dumbfounded to see, via Julie's mind, Mandy and Becky emerge from a room smelling of sex with a girl lying unclothed and unconscious on the bed. What did you do to her? You two didn't rape her did you???

No, no, no... of course we didn't! Mandy protested. Look, I'll tell you once I get to your place ok? It's a long story. And it feels funny talking to you like this in my head.

Alright, I'll leave now. See you soon.

The bus arrived at the stop and she hopped on. Mandy sank into the seat. She felt a slight itch in her crotch. She was still feeling unsated. She didn't have the chance to get her satisfaction at Becky's house. In fact, what had happened there with Becky and Ling had only made her hornier than before. Her panties felt as drenched as they had been this morning after she had masturbated in David's living room. And like this morning, she was interrupted before she could cum. A soft whine escaped her lips as she rubbed her thighs together agitatedly. She felt.... the word was antsy. Her little cunny was oh, so antsy.