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Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 7 - Family Matters
(no sex)

When my alarm went off at 5:00 am Monday morning, both Joey and I tried to reach
over and shut the damn thing off, neither of us succeeding because we got into
each other's way.

When I gave up and let him do it, I felt the satisfaction he got from knocking
it off the table, but then I had to reach down and drag it over to me by the
cord to finally flip the alarm switch off.

Joey had experienced two hysterical fits during the night, and neither of us had
gotten much sleep because of it.

When I sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs from my mind, Joey's arm hooked
itself around my chest and pulled me back down.

"We're not going to school today," he simply stated.  "Go back to sleep."

"But," I started but was hushed by Joey's finger over my lips.

"Shhh.  I'm sleeping," he muttered.

I looked over at him and watched his relaxed face as he breathed.  It was nice
to see him like that.  Over the past week, his expression was always anything
but relaxed, and it made me wonder if it was the right thing to be rushing him
into this while he still didn't have all his memories back.

For some reason, Joey couldn't recall anything about what we did in the cell
before he was brainwashed.  Joey kept saying that he felt like he had lived two
separate lives that were completely separate.  With a little help, he could
recall anything in his life up until the weekend Penny and Steven lured Suzi out
to that old abandoned building and used her as bait to capture me.  Everything
from that point up to and including our time spent in the cell together was
completely shut out by some kind of defense mechanism.  He remembered everything
after that clearly.  In fact those memories popped into his mind at random
intervals all day long.

So from Joey's point of view, he just seemed to have woken up one day a new
person without any warning.  I didn't understand why he blocked it out, but I
wasn't about to force those memories to come back when he was dealing more than
he could handle already.

"You know, you worry too much," Joey suddenly said.

Without opening his eyes, he moved closer to me and snuggled up to my side,
placing a kiss on my shoulder before resting his head on it.  Seeing he was at
peace with himself for the moment, I sighed and let myself fall back asleep.

The twins didn't bother us that morning, and even though my mom and dad knew we
had planned on getting up early, they didn't try to wake us up either.  It was
well after ten o'clock before I awoke again, and the first thing I saw was
Joey's sleeping face within ten inches of mine.

I studied his face, noticing how different he looked from back in Jr. High.  I
counted seven whiskers on his lip, thirteen on his neck and chin, and noticed
for the first time he had a scar on his forehead from a long deceased zit.  His
face was widening and hardening, but still had that soft boyish look to it yet.
I felt so calm and happy just being able to study him like that, not knowing
when the next time I would be able to do so would be.

Something moved in the space between us, and it took me a moment to figure out
what it was.  I watched Joey's dick finish hardening while hearing his breathing
change in pattern, then felt my own morning hardon arrive.

I was watching our dicks rise and fall, wondering if they would touch as they
hardened and softened with our breathing.  I wasn't thinking about doing
anything, it was just a innocent wandering thought.

I was surprised when Joey moved his hips forward so our cocks rubbed against
each other, and I looked up to see what his intentions were.  His eyes didn't
leave our dicks' rubbing against each other, and when I felt his hand on my
tool, I had to look down to see what else he was going to do.

He let go of my dick a moment and rolled over, then guided my hand to his own
hard cock before taking my dick between his legs.

"Joey?" I said with a tremor in my voice.  "I'm not sure we should do this.."

He sighed, then released my softening dick and rolled onto his back.

"Where's the twins when you need them," he joked with a forced smile.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.  Don't worry.  I just thought you'd like to relive some memories," he
said without looking in my eyes.

"I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do, so don't do something
like that again unless you feel like doing it, 'kay?"

"Yeah...  Then uhm... Uh... Never mind."

"What?"

"Shit.  I want to do _something_ horny.  I thought maybe the twins would like
to.. you know..."

"What, blow you?"

"Not exactly.."

"You mean fuck?"

"Well, yeah, that's what I was thinking.  But now I don't really know now what I
want.  Actually I do know, but I can't do that."

"I want to go see Suzi too," I said, recognizing the emotion he was emitting.
"I guess we should see her before we leave."

"Yeah?  Cool.  Let's get up and get ready then."

We were surprised to find that my mom and dad hadn't called down for breakfast
yet, so once we had eaten, we went to check on our parents.  I went with Joey to
his parents' room, and we were greeted at the door by Joey's grandmother.

"Mornin', Grandma.  How's mom and dad?" Joey asked trying to peek in the cracked
door.

"I'm afraid they're a mess, honey.  We had to separate them yesterday when your
mom got terrified of Tommy.  He's in the next room with your grandfather, and
right now your mom is sleeping.  I wish her parents were still alive.  I just
don't know her well enough to do anything more than hold her and talk about
you."

"At least Uncle Paul will get here today.  Maybe he'll be able to help," Joey
stated.  He wasn't telling us anything we didn't already know.  It just seemed
to be the appropriate thing to say.

"Have you seen my mom?" I asked her.

"Not since she left around three this morning.  She had to help me calm Margaret
down, and stayed to talk a little while...  I'm sorry.  What's your name again?"

"Tim," I answered.

"Tim, your mother worries a lot about you.  And about you too, Joey.  Try not to
worry her any more than you have to, alright boys?"

"Yeah, alright, Grandma," Joey said giving her a kiss on the cheek.  "Shit, Tim.
Worrying must run in your family, you know?" Joey joked.

"Well, I'm going to go find her so she can stop worrying about me leaving
without saying goodbye," I said as I backed away.

I was only ten paces away before Joey caught up with me.

"You're not going to see them?" I asked surprised.

"Grandma said she didn't think they were ready for that yet.  Shit.  Now I'm
wondering if maybe we should just wait until January.  I want to be here for my
mom and dad when they're ready for me, you know?  I really wanted them when I
was coming out of it."

"But everything is set.. Maybe we can just wait till.. Hey, I know.  You come to
school with me today, go to your classes tomorrow and maybe Wednesday, then come
back here Wednesday night.  I'll tell all your teachers you had a family
emergency, and then you can come back to school when things are all right with
your folks.  You heard Fred.  They don't even start looking for new recruits
until the second or third week.  You just need to show up for classes so we know
if there are any Gamma Alpha Etas in them and stuff."

"I don't want to leave you there alone though.  Couldn't you just come back with
me?"

"Nah.  I'll be alright.  Shit, Joey.  This is nothing compared to what we just
went through.  I can handle anything that might come up."

"Let me think about it," he said with a worried frown.

"Heh. I guess my mom and I aren't the only ones who worry."

We reached my dad's master bedroom, and pushed the large oak doors open to go
in.  I was surprised to find my dad carefully listening to my mom's tummy with
his eyes closed.

"What are you listening for?" I asked.

"He's not listening for anything dear," my mom said softly and happily.  "He's
probing your little brother or sister."

Both Joey and I must have dropped our jaws at the same time because it made my
mom laugh, breaking my dad's concentration.

"I think it was just my imagination.  There's only one embryo.  Not two," my dad
said before noticing us.  "Morning boys.  Wanna have a feel?"

My dad guided both Joey's and my mind to the barely detectable mass within my
mothers womb.  It couldn't have been week old yet since it hadn't attached
itself to the lining of her insides.  Actually, it could have been anything, and
I wouldn't have believed the small mass was an embryo if my mom and dad hadn't
sworn they had witnessed it falling from her fallopian tube earlier this
morning. 

"Have you named it yet?" Joey asked softly as I continued to probe it for
something more distinctively human like.

"Richard Davis Grodmen if it's a boy," my mom started,

"Same as my father," my dad inserted.

"or Wendy Alicia Grodmen if it's a girl," my mom finished.

"Same as my mother," my dad added.

"Not entirely.  Your mother's last name is still Harris."

"I know, but I can't help it if pop never married her, now can I?"

"Uhm, I'm not objecting or anything, but why are you naming it after dad's
parents?  I mean, I know my middle name is your dad's first name, but Timothy
isn't his middle name."

"Actually, Timothy is your great uncle's name.  When I was little, he used to
spend a lot of time playing with me.  I always said I'd name my first son after
him, so I did.  I wish he could have seen you.."

"But why aren't you going to use another name from your side along with one from
dad's side?  I would think that would be more fair."

"Well, since we're on the subject of names..." my dad said looking at my mom.

"Oh, all right," my mom said with a fake sound of impatience.  Then she smiled
at him before looking at me and saying, "Tim, your father and I wanted to know
if you were going to change your name."

"Change my name?  Oh..  You mean from Brandton to Grodmen.  Well, to tell you
the truth, I have thought about it a little, but I'm kind of used to be a
Brandton, you know?  I guess I can change it if you want me to though.."

"Timothy," my dad said, putting his hand on my shoulder.  "You're my son, and
you'll always be my son, even if you don't have the same last name as I do.  I
don't want you to change who you are because you think it's your duty to.  But
because of that, your mother suggested our second child be named after my
parents.  We thought you would want to keep the name Brandton since you're used
to it, but little brother or sister will be a Grodmen.  I thought that would
sound fair to you."

"Yeah..  It does, I guess," I said imagining what it would be like to have a
little sister.  

The image of a younger version of my mom running naked down the hall with me and
the twins was interrupted by a strong feeling of disappointment from my dad.  I
saw he wanted a little more assurance than just my words, so after a slight
hesitation, I gave him a big hug.

"I love you, son," he said returning the hug.  "If you hadn't come into my life,
I would have never understood what that means.  But you and your mother gave me
what I needed to figure it out."

I looked up at him with a mischievous grin and said, "You're welcome, pop.  Just
make sure my little sister knows it too before she gets old enough to turn every
cute guy into her man-servant."

"Little sister?" Joey queried.  "What makes you so sure it's a girl?"

"I just have a feeling, that's all," I said winking at my mom.

After discussing how Joey wished to be around for when his parents wanted him,
we ate a late lunch with Joey's grandparents to get their input, and finally
Joey agreed to go with my idea on the condition that I came back with him.  

So after we finished working out the final details, I had someone bring the
mustang around front so we could load our stuff in it.  

Joey acted rather odd when he saw his car for the first time since our
kidnapping.  He hesitated before touching it, looking like he wasn't sure if it
was real.

"Can't we take your car?" Joey said a few moments later.

"Why?  What's wrong?"

"I don't know..  I keep remembering a girl...  Something about this girl wanting
to get out of the car but I.. wouldn't...   Oh Christ!   I think...  I think I
raped... Oh God... I raped her in this car.  I..  NO!  Don't want to remember!"
he said, clutching his head.

I kneeled beside him after his legs went out beneath him, struggling to keep his
emotions from overwhelming my own as I tried to comfort him.  Joey was trembling
all over, gasping for breath, and I couldn't seem to get him to respond to me.
So out of desperation, I probed his mind, finding it replaying the memory of him
raping a fourteen year old girl after school last April.

Last April.  After Steven's first attempt to capture me, but before Joey and I
were his prisoners.  Joey's mind was trying to reject the memory of forcing the
girl into his car, driving her to a deserted lot, then forcing himself onto her,
eventually raping each of her holes, then making her forget it ever happened.

But it didn't feel quite right to me.  Something about the way the car looked,
the way the girl looked, the way Joey remembered feeling.  It just didn't seem
like it could be real..

"JOEY!  IT NEVER HAPPENED! DO YOU HEAR ME?  STEVEN PLANTED IT IN YOUR MIND WITH
HIS TELEPATHY!  THAT'S WHY IT DIDN'T GET WIPED!"

Joey's eyes locked on mine, and as I repeated it, the agony slowly faded from
his eyes.  It took a few minutes for Joey to recover, and while I explained my
reasons to him, I couldn't help wonder how many other memories Steven had
planted in that area of his mind he was still blocking out.  But at least he had
punctured a hole in that otherwise blank area.  It was only a matter of time.

When Joey finally announced he wanted to go, I said, "Maybe we should go in my
car.  But if you still want to go and say bye to Suzi, maybe we should take a
limo, just in case she reminds you of another... uh, false memory.  Simon can
have someone load my car up while we're gone."

Even though it meant we would have to come back instead of leaving straight from
the high school, Joey saw the logic of it and simply nodded.

The ride to school was extremely quiet, and I considered giving him his present
then instead of later, but I new that after we said goodbye to Suzi, we both
would need something to cheer us up.  And I was right.

"But why are you two doing this?  Why can't your mom or dad go with you or
something?" Suzi said painfully after we told her our plan.

"Because my mom and dad would stick out like a sore thumb.  Besides, I don't
mean to brag, but they are just not as strong as Joey and I are together.  And
the twins will be visiting us once we're in the fraternity just to make sure
we're okay.."

"The twins?  What could they do if you got into trouble?  Offer to trade for you
with a blow job?  They could get hurt or.."

"They can't get hurt.  They're immune to this stuff, remember?  And as far as
anyone physically trying to harm them, nobody can shield themselves from their
empathic punch.  They know how to knock people out with it.  I still haven't
figured that one out."

"Alright, but you two are not immune.  What if they get to you before you can
get to Sarah?"

"That's what the twins are for.  Even if we are wiped clean of all our memories,
the twins can get us back to my dad, and he made, er, backups of us.  Look, the
worst thing that could happen is they kill one or all of us.  But they won't do
that.  They would want us for our abilities."

"I don't like this...  When is this supposed to take place?"

"We start tomorrow," Joey said, speaking for the first time since we broke the
news to her.

"Tomorrow?!" Suzi just looked back and forth between our faces, with a pleading
look.

"Suz, we have to try this.  Sarah may still have her memories.  I can't let her
go if there is still something left of her.  And only Tim and I can do this.  Or
I should say, will do this."

"You know why the Inquisitor wouldn't help us.  He's responsible for the safety
of all Cabal members.  If one of them is involved and he told us, he would then
have to stop us from doing anything that might harm that member.  It's better
this way."

"Yeah, I know.  It just amazes me how he doesn't trust the others, but he's
still loyal to them."

"Do I have any say in this?" Suzi said.

"No, not really.  Tim and I talked about it, and if you are willing, we'd like
to, er, give you amnesia about us until we get back.  Just so you're not
miserable."

"Fine.  Do it now.  Otherwise I am going kill you both mysel...."

Suzi passed out, falling into Joey's arms.

"Shit.  I hope we are doing the right thing Tim."

"I hope so too.  I sorta wanted a goodbye kiss before you did that..." I said
before kissing Suzi on the lips.

"Yeah, I did too," Joey said before doing the same.

"Well, boys, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into," Higgs said as
he helped Joey sit Suzi up in her chair.  "Now get out of here so Suzi can get
to her last class before the bell rings.  And.. Good luck."

"Thanks, Mr. Higgs," I said, giving him a surprise hug, "I'll have my mom keep
you posted once we find something."

"Don't get yourself hurt now," he said softly.  "I want you both back in one
piece."

We left his office, and went straight out to the limo.  

It was a cool day for August, the sky cloudless, and the air wasn't muggy like
it usually was that time of the year.  The beautiful weather was unfitting for a
day such as this.  It should have been pouring rain as we climbed in and sat in
silence, wondering if we would ever see her again.

Once we had pulled out of sight of the school,  Joey got a soda out, but never
opened it.  He just sat there with a distant look in his eyes, clutching the
cold can in his limp hands.

"Hey, Joey..  I got a present for you," I said finally, taking out a small gold
box, just like the one my father gave me when I first met him.

"Shit, Tim.  You are already putting your life on the line for me.  That better
not be what I think it is."

I didn't say anything as I traded the box for the soda.

"Shit, it is," Joey said, taking the coin out of the box.  "I'm not taking your
coin, Tim.  It's too much.  I just..."

"What?  You think I'd give you my coin?" I said with the biggest grin I ever
had.  Then I opened my hand and flipped my coin in the air.

"What the...  You mean?" Joey said, looking at his coin closely.

"Yep.  One for you, and one for me.  Actually, you can thank John for it.  He's
always been a coin freak, and he studied mine for days.  Before we, er, got
caught, John recognized yours while he was at a coin shop, and called me
straight from the counter.  I was going to give it to you for a special
occasion..  I figured this was special enough."

"Are they the same?"

"Yeah," I said handing mine over so he could compare.  "Except mine's a little
more worn.  I'm gonna have to figure out a better way to keep it on me someday.
It's even gone through the laundry a few times."

"Wow, Tim... Thanks... Thanks a lot!  Wow, my own coin....  How come you didn't
give it to your mom or dad?"

"I figured you needed it more than they did.  Especially while we're away from
home.  I ran across it yesterday while I was packing, I figured this would be
the best time to give it to you."

"Hey! I just cloaked my coin!  Holy shit.  And I did it to yours too!"

"How did you...  Oh.. Hey...  Try letting the coins run the cloak..  Yeah..
Cool..  They can shield themselves without us doing it for them."

"Well, I guess that takes care of that problem...  At least we don't have to
leave them in the car now...  I wish your mom or dad was here so we could mind
wrestle.  I'm still nervous about that."

"Yeah, I know.  But we spent a whole week doing that.  But when even with my mom
and dad together couldn't break through, you know we wouldn't be any readier
unless we had someone else to wrestle with.  I wish we could wrestle each
other."

"That would be cool.  How about you and me doing some physical wrestling?"

"Nah, I'm not in the mood."

Joey got off his seat and pushed the button that turned the seats on his side of
the limo into a mattress.  Then he laid down and said, "Come here."

I crawled up to him on the bed, and he looked in my eyes and said, "Thanks.  I
don't know what I would do without you."

"Same here."

We hugged, then just laid on our backs talking about what we would do when we
came back with Sarah.

Seeing Joey's dad and granddad sitting on the front steps surprised us to say
the least.  Joey didn't even wait for the limo to stop before he dashed out and
ran up the steps yelling, "What's wrong?  Where's mom?"

As it turned out, nothing was wrong.  In fact, Joey's dad was acting like his
old self, and was insisting he go with us.  Since we were living in the dorms
and hadn't been able to obtain a parking place, the plan had been for someone to
go with us to take the car back home.  Tom kept arguing that it was a father's
responsibility to do that, and within minutes the three Connors were resorting
to extremely foul language that even I don't use.

I was pleasantly shocked when my dad came out and said if Tom wanted to go, he
would have to agree to let him do the driving on the way back.

"You're going to?" I asked with an awful grin on my face.

"I'm your father, and it's a father's responsibility to take their child to
college their first time, right Tom?"

"Right.  But I get to fuckin' drive them there if you're driving the way back."

"Echm..." I said, clearing my throat.  "I believe it's my car?  I'll be the one
driving it there."

"And since I paid for it..." my father said, rising up on his toes to make
himself taller than Tom.

"Fuck.  Alright.  Shit.  I hope you're happy, Dad."

"I'm not.  Does that make you feel any fucking better?" Grandpa Conner said with
a smirk.

"Yeah..  It does.." Tom smirked back.

"Shit," Joey said.  "Can we go now?  I'm already car sick."

The road trip was uneventful except for finding out Tom thought Joey and I were
really going to College for an education.  He didn't really have a very good
grasp on reality yet.  With all the memories struggling to emerge, he simply had
excepted the fact we were going to college and just ignored anything that
conflicted with that.

Joey almost broke down in tears when his dad kept saying he could have sworn he
had done this before.  I felt Joey actively scan his dad's mind, finding no
trace of Sarah anywhere in his thoughts.  The realization that he didn't
remember Sarah yet caused both Joey and I a lot of concern about him coming
along.  In effect, we had a time bomb sitting in our car, and nobody knew how
long we had before the clock reached zero.

It was a good four and a half hour drive to the university, and by the time we
sorted out where the hell our dorm was, it was well past seven o'clock.  We went
to grab something to eat before unloading our stuff, and while we were climbing
the two sets of stairs to our room, that bomb went off.

Tom was talking about his own college days, when he said, "And I'll never forget
the look on Sarah's face when she saw her dorm room for the..."

My dad, Joey and I froze, then when we heard Joey's suitcase start tumbling down
the stairs, we had to drop what we were carrying too in order to grab Tom before
he followed Joey's underwear.

"Sarah.. She's dead, Joey..  My little Sarah's dead," he said as we helped him
sit down.

"I know, dad," Joey said, wiping away his dad's tears while his own ran down his
face just as quickly.  "I know."

"Joey.." I said, not understanding why he wasn't telling him.

"Let him think she's dead," he thought to me.  "Trust me.  It's easier to
believe she's dead than someone's toy.  He'll be okay after the shock is over."

My dad and I ended up retrieving all the junk we brought, and on the last load,
my dad said, "I'm tired.  How about we use the elevator?"

"What eleva.."

<ding..>

"Oh.."

When we got to the room, Joey and his dad were there talking softly.  One glance
from Joey and I knew he was torn between staying with me and going back with our
dads.

So I just put on a stern face, looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm staying,
and you're going back with them."

When he opened his mouth to argue, I put one hand on my hip and pointed the
other one's index finger at him saying, "No arguments, no buts.  Understand?"

His single nod felt like a death sentence.  I hadn't realized how dependant I
had become thinking he would be with me in enemy territory, backing me up while
I backed him up.  But I didn't let him see how much I was dreading them leaving,
and even kind of rushed them out just to get it over with.  I knew I was doing
the right thing.  And Joey left saying he knew I could take care of myself.
Pity I didn't believe that myself.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XIII:  11th Grade, Fall 1987
Part 8 - College Life
(mf oral)

"Jeff Wimble.." the middle aged and nearly bald man called out.

"Here.." a voice said somewhere from the right side of the room.

"Is there anyone here I didn't call?" the instructor finally asked.

I raised my hand, having gotten used to not being on the attendance sheet from
the two previous classes I had been in.

"And your name is?"

"Tim Brandon... That's be are ay en, dee oh en." I said, remembering to spell my
last name without the t. "Uhm, student number is four eight eight, six six,
seven seven, eight oh.  Yes, I graduated high school a year early and I'm only
seventeen, no I'm sure I'm in the right class, and no I haven't gotten the book
yet."

"Well, at least you know the drill," the instructor said after the class had
finished rumbling their chuckles.  "You know there is a lab for this class.."

"Yes sir.  I'm scheduled for the Thursday 2:00pm section."

"Good.  Anyone else?"

I ignored the few eyes still lingering on me, and tried to focus on what the
instructor was saying.  It was very hard to keep my attention centered on
anything while feeling the mixture of nearly a hundred students' emotions around
me.  

My first class, English Composition 101, only had around twenty five students,
but I had nearly let the emotional tide take over.  But luckily the instructor
noticed my distress during role and made a point of asking who I was once she
had finished calling the names on her sheet.  After I forced my mind to answer
her questions, I felt more in control and managed to keep the other's emotions
at bay.

I kept my mind off the sea of emotions around me for my second class, micro
economics, but the room I was in for the third was packed to its capacity,
concentrating the emotions of a hundred or so people within a small space.

Chemistry 101 wasn't exactly the most interesting class to take, and since it
was a required course for a lot of various degrees, there were a lot of people
letting their minds wander as the instructor began going over the basics that I
already had had in high school my freshman year.  However, because the class had
started on Monday, and the material was only somewhat familiar to me, I
struggled desperately to concentrate on the lecture.

While the room was air conditioned, all those people made the room uncomfortably
warm.  Not that it was the reason I was sweating so hard.  I was seriously
straining my self control before halfway through the lecture.

My heart was racing, my stomach was boiling with acid, and people were starting
to notice my shaking hands and my nervous glances around me.  I reached the
point where I knew I had to get out of there, but I was literally trapped in the
center of the room.  Just the concept of trying to get up and climb/walk by all
those people to get to the aisle made me nauseous.  And I really wished I hadn't
thought about it since it made me feel even worse.

The only thing that saved me from screaming and running out of there was an
Asian girl who accidentally looked in my eyes as I glanced at her.  A full
empathic connection formed instantly, and the pressure of the others dropped
drastically.  I felt her concern rise that something odd was happening, but
managed to push the relief I was feeling through the link to calm her worries.

Whoever she was, she was the cool collective type, and that was exactly what I
had needed right then.  I opened myself up to accept every bit of her emotional
steadiness, basking in the single source of emotions while I relaxed physically
and sensually. 

After a few minutes, our staring was getting more attention than I liked.  Since
she sat a few rows back and closer to the aisle on my left, I was looking over
my left shoulder, and my frozen stare was rather easily seen from the back half
of the room.  So I risked collapsing the link by diverting my eyes from hers,
and found it remained open even without the eye contact.

I held onto that link with every ounce of concentration I had.  Once she stopped
wondering about what had happened, I felt her go back to focusing on the
professor.

That was strange.  I could feel she wasn't listening to what he was saying, but
more like the way he was saying it, and probably studying his body language too.
She wasn't really concerned about the subject, having a kind of confidence that
what she knew already was more than enough to pass the class.

She simply didn't feel like a college girl.  There wasn't any of the usual
college girl feelings in her, such as checking out the guys, looking for
friends, or the concerns of how to organize her social life around her school
schedule.  I'm not saying that's what all college girls are like, but most of
them have at least one of those on their mind, if even for just a few moments.

But my benefactor had a sense of commitment to a task, yet that task wasn't
learning the class material.  She _was_ trying to learn something, but it wasn't
chemistry.

As it happened, I didn't get much learning done myself.  I was so focused on
her, I was surprised when everyone started to pack up to leave.  The link
dissolved instantly, and I felt the pressure around me starting to build again.
But that just made me move even faster, and after a few minutes, I was out in
the hall where everyone was spread out.

It was noon time, and I was starving since I hadn't had breakfast yet.  My next
class wasn't for another two hours, so I went and checked out the food at the
cafeteria.

I was in line marveling at how there was a selection to choose from for lunch
when I noticed her looking at me as she walked in and got in line herself.  I
could feel her eyes returning to look at me, and I wondered what she was
thinking, but didn't dare find out.

You see, one of the most important things my mom and dad stressed about keeping
ourselves safe from detection was to not use telepathy unless absolutely
necessary.  Apparently some telepaths had the ability to detect others using it,
even when it isn't being used on themselves.  So both Joey and I were committed
not to use telepathy of any sort, deciding we would have to depend on my
empathic senses to get us the information we needed to know, and his share link
to communicate when we were apart.

While I was searching for the extra mustard and ketchup for my burger, I missed
her coming out with her food, and couldn't see her anywhere when I realized it.
So I sat down at an empty table near the pinball games to study one of them,
trying to keep my mind on something other than the emotions of the room.

"Are you trying to figure out how to play?  Or do you just like flashing
lights?" a familiar voice said behind me.

To my amazement, the rather large young woman standing at the other side of the
table holding a tray of food in her hands was completely unfamiliar to me.  She
was at least a hundred pounds over weight, and from the looks of her food tray,
she wasn't trying to lose any of that.

"Huh?" was the only response my brain could muster.

"Never mind.  You're Tim, right?"

"Yeah..." I said, shocked that anyone would know me here.

"I'm Alicia.  Mind if I join you?" she said cheerfully as she sat down.

"No..  Not at all..  Uhm..  Do I know you?" I asked, not certain if it was just
her voice and having the name of my grandmother that made her seem so familiar
to me.  I could have sworn I knew her.  Even her face seemed familiar.

"That depends.  Do you have an older brother named Bert?"

"Nope.  As far as I know, I'm an only child," I said, then thought to myself,
"Or at least I was until yesterday."

"Well, unless you have mistaken me for the Goodyear blimp," she said while
chewing, "you don't know me."

"Then how did you know my name?" I said, fighting the temptation to probe her.

"Oh.  Sorry," she said before taking a good size bite out of her taco.  "We have
Chemistry together.  I thought you were pretty funny telling Speilman your name
and shit like that, so I remembered your name."

"I see..." I said, relaxing from sensing she was telling the truth.

"So, you live in the dorms?"

"Yeah.  In Shaffer Hall."

"Oh really?  I'm in Goods Hall.  As soon as I saw the bathrooms in Shaffer I
said fuck this.  A fat girl like me needs more elbow room."

"Heh.  Er, I guess so...  I didn't have any choice on which dorm I got in.  We
were lucky to get a dorm room at all, not to mention one together."

"So where's your boyfriend now?"

"Boyfriend?" I said, shocked by her insight into my life.  And I still couldn't
get rid of that feeling that I knew her.

"You know, the other half of we.  Unless you're crazy and have an invisible
friend or something."

"Oh.." I said, trying not to show my relief.  "Uh, Joe had to go back home.
Family emergency.  That kind of stuff."

"Oh.. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask.  But I don't give any guaranties on an answer."

"Fair enough.  Are you in love with that girl?"

"What girl?" I said, looking around.

"No, you dumb ass.  That girl you were staring at in Chemistry."

"Oh.  No.  I don't even know her."

"Really?  That's good."

"Why is that good?"

"Cause I think you're cute and I don't like any competition."

"Shit.  You're direct, aren't you?"

"Always have been, always will.  And since we're being direct, you should know I
don't plan to have sex until I'm married.  So with that said... you want to go
out sometime?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Good," she said, popping the last french fry in her mouth and then wiped her
hands and lips with her napkin.  "How about tonight at seven.  Meet me in Goods
lobby, and don't be late."

And with that, she picked up her empty tray and left without looking back.  She
had eaten three times the amount I had bought, and I still had half my hamburger
left.  I sat there trying to figure out when she had time to eat it all since
she had done most of the talking.

Then it hit me.  I had agreed to go out on a date that night with her.  I
couldn't believe it.  In five minutes I had gone from not knowing a single soul
at the school to having a date with a girl who thought I was cute, yet I had
never seen before.  What was up with that?  Was this what college women do?
That would be cool.

I finished my burger, fries, and drink fairly quickly, then left to check out
Goods hall a little.

It wasn't much different than Shaffer from the outside or lobby, but after
finding a guy floor, I went and checked out the showers.  She was right.  The
showers were much nicer in Goods.

In the hour I had left before my college algebra class, I explored some of the
campus nearest to the dorms, then checked out the gym looking for the weight
room.

I didn't find one, and as I made my way back to the dorm to grab my notebook for
class, I realized that Fred had done all his weight training at the Gamma Alpha
Eta's house.  Apparently the campus simply didn't have a weight room of their
own.

As it happened, I had my first encounter with a Gamma Alpha Eta member in that
next class.  Blake Dewitt was a sophomore who's muscles made him look like a
senior.  I was surprised when he sat down behind me and started making small
talk, mostly about how hot the room was, and how shitty the book was.
Apparently Blake had already had started taking the class last year, but had
dropped out right before he started working out for joining the Gamma Alpha
Etas.

I was just about to ask him about the Etas when a friend of his from a previous
semester showed up, and Blake naturally started talking with him instead.  The
subject of his joining the Etas came up a couple of times, but nothing useful
came from my eaves dropping.

My empathic senses seemed to had settled down by that time.  Ever since Alicia
had distracted me, I hadn't really thought about the emotions pushing in at me.
After role was called and I gave the teacher my information, I actually was able
to follow what the instructor was saying without getting distracted.  I needed
to stay focused since I had missed the first class on Monday and already I found
the material was more complicated than I expected.

This was the first sign of the troubles I would have trying to make the grade.
One of the things the Eta's required was that anyone trying to qualify for
membership must have a C or better in all their classes.  That was one of the
reasons Blake had dropped the class his second semester the year before.  He
knew he wouldn't be able to build his muscles and get a C in all his classes at
the same time, and the fraternity permitted a student to drop one course before
beginning their training.

My problem was really the fact that I hadn't bothered to go through the process
of learning anything the past year or so.  I had simply copied the knowledge
into my head from others who had learned it, then did the homework and took the
tests without ever challenging my learning skills.

While I wasn't against doing that in a pinch, I needed to go through the process
of studying and actually learning it on my own in order to better my cover
personality.  It doesn't take a genius to realize if a telepath were looking for
other telepaths hiding in the mists of non-telepaths, the best way to uncover
them would be to look at how they study or do their job.  Telepaths get very
used to taking shortcuts when it comes to anything normally taxing or
uncomfortable.  And while I wasn't the lazy type mentally or physically, I had
developed some very bad habits from wanting to spend time on other things.

I also had a great deal of trouble not letting my mind slip out of my head and
into someone else's.  That probably was the worst of my bad habits.  Whenever I
got bored of the lecture, I found myself using someone else's ears or eyes to
take it in.  It was a way I had found to entertain myself while keeping my
attention on the class last year.  Unfortunately, I got so good at it that three
times during that class I realized I had done it without thinking of it.  

It scared the hell out of me too when someone on the other side of the room told
the person I was listening through, "You're dead meat if you're gonna to cause
trouble."

I jumped and turned around to find the person behind me just as surprised as I
was because of my sudden movement.  It wasn't until I saw the two guys talking
in the back with grins on their faces that I realized what had happened.

Thankfully, that was my last class of the day, and afterwards I went to my room
to rest a while, then did the rest of the unpacking.  By the time I had all of
Joey's stuff put away, my stomach was telling me it was time to eat again.

For the first time since arriving on campus, I started looking forward to being
there.  I guess I stopped thinking of it as a nightmare, and more like an
adventure.  One which I was free to make my own decisions and not have to worry
about how those decisions affected anyone but myself.  That was probably the
biggest factor right there.  I didn't have to worry about my loved ones getting
hurt by what I did.  Of course that would change somewhat when Joey came back.

It was only five or so when I entered the cafeteria, finding just one big group
eating together and a few small pairs scattered around the room.  I didn't have
to wait in line, and found the dinner items were just being served.  After
making my selection and paying for it, I was startled to find the large group
all looking at me.

Talk about a panic attack.  I though I had thrown someone's telepathic alarm
somehow and they had taken over the group to get me.  But my empathic senses
were picking up a feeling of humor and curiosity, and after turning red from
their shifting looks, I walked up to them as asked, "What?"

Half of them burst out laughing while a dark-haired girl wearing a cute hat said
with a smile, "Your barn door is open.."

Like the fool I was, I looked down, finding that everyone could see my white
with red hearts jockey shorts through my open blue jeans shorts.

"Oh, is that all," I said, deciding I couldn't let them get under my skin.  "I
thought it was something really bad.  Like I had a booger hanging on my lip or
something."

I didn't get as many laughs as I had hoped, so I dropped trying to joke around
and went for the big balls approach.  I just shrugged my shoulder and picked a
table facing theirs, yet not too close, and didn't zip up until I had set my
tray down un-rushed.

I was disappointed when they more or less ignored me from that point, and even
though I obviously was listening to parts of their conversation, they never said
a word to me as they finished their meal and dumped their trays.

After I had finished eating myself, I was debating on what to do next when I saw
Alicia come in and get in the growing line.  I waited for her to reach the
cashier before I got up and started strolling over to her, but stopped halfway
to her when she spotted a young looking guy sitting alone and trotted up to ask
if he was waiting for a bus.

I was strongly thinking about leaving, but then I realized nothing wrong was
going on there.  Alicia was just a sucker for younger looking guys that appear
lonely and without a friend to their name.  

So I walked up to the table and said, "Is this a private party, or can I join
too?"

"Hi Tim," Alicia said between mouthfuls.  "Nick, this is Tim, a friend of mine.
Tim, Nick."

"Hi," Nick said with a nervous yet friendly smile.

"Hey.  Nice to met ya," I said, trying to shake off his shyness and slight
fright of embarrassing himself.  "You know what I did?" I said to the two of
them after sitting down.

"What?  Get a tattoo of a horse on your ass?"

Nick snickered, and I was thrown off guard for a second by her outrageous
comment.

"I hadn't thought of that.  I'll put it on my list for tomorrow.  You wanna do
the tattooing?" I countered.

"Sure.  Just let me practice a little," she said, dipping a french fry in
ketchup and using it to make a lopsided red oval on her napkin.  "Well, I hope
you bring your own anesthetic," she paused to eat the fry," 'cause that was
supposed to be a circle."

"So what DID you do today," Nick asked, trying to bail me out.

"Oh, uhm...  Oh yeah.  I just kinda walked in here earlier with my fly open
wide.   Everyone was staring at me when I came out with my food."

"Why?  Do your under-britches have little hearts all over them?" Alicia teased.

"Yep.  You wanna see?" I said, smiling at her with a dare in my eyes.

"If there is one thing you need to learn about me," Alicia said, not meeting my
eyes as she wiped her mouth and hands with her napkin, "I always call just to
see your cards."

It was then when she looked at me with bright eyes and a cocky grin to say, "So
drop'em skinny!"

I mirrored her grin, and without hesitating or looking away from her own daring
gaze, I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants in one even stroke.  I pulled
my pants down so fast, for a second I thought I had pulled my jockeys down with
them from the surge of cooler air hitting my loins.  But because Alicia's eyes
were still locked on my face, I couldn't give her the satisfaction of taking a
look before she did.

"So tell me, Nick.  Are there really hearts on them?"  she said a few moments
later.

"Yeah.  Cupid arrows and all.  Shit, I can't believe you did that.  Especially
while the dean is in here."

"What?" both of us said looking at him.

"Gotcha," he proudly said before taking a bite of his pizza.

"Looks like we have ourselves a wise guy here," Alicia said humorously.  "Good
for you Nick."

"You gonna look or not?" I said, noticing her eyes were avoiding my general
direction.

"You can pull them up now.  I'll see them a little later,"  she said matter of
fact like.

The three of us spent a good hour just getting to know each other a little
better, finding that once Nick got over his shyness, he was a pretty outgoing
guy.  Of course nothing compared to Alicia's fearless personality, and I found
myself respecting that about her.

Not many people would joke about themselves like Alicia did.  She never put
anyone down but herself, and when she did that, it was always in such a way you
just had to laugh with her, and not at her.  Once both Nick and I understood
that about her personality, we felt a lot more at ease about letting our giggles
and snickers out.

When the room got too noisy, we went outside and walked around for a while,
talking about our classes, high school friends, and the like.  It was well after
seven thirty before I mentioned our date in front of Nick, then regretted saying
anything when I felt him suddenly withdraw within himself.

"I don't know about you," I said after Alicia noticed Nick's quiet mood.  "But I
don't really care to go on that date now.  Do you?"

"Oh don't be such a horse's ass,"  Alicia cried.  "The three of us have been on
the date since we five thirty.  It's not like there isn't enough of me to go
around, you know."

"You know what really, really, REALLY sucks?!?" Nick said with a face full of
emotion.

"What?" Alicia and I both said hesitantly.

"She's right.  There is enough to go around," he said breaking out into a great
big grin.  

Alicia and I gave each other a look of relief, then I asked, "Well, then what do
you two feel like doing?"

"Whatever it is, it will have to be short.  I promised my roommate I'd be in our
room after his class got out at eight to do some homework.  We're in the same
Calculus class, so we're gonna split up the work."

"Where's your room?" I asked.

"Shaffer 305"

"No shit!  I'm in 310, just down the hall.  Heh.  Howdy, neighbor," I said,
offering my hand.

He shook it, then we each shook one of Alicia's hands when she offered them to
us as well.

We arranged a time to eat lunch together the next day, and after a little more
small talk, Nick parted our company.  We were sitting on a bench outside the
library, and after Nick was out of sight, I felt a hot vibe coming from Alicia
while she was putting a stick of gum in her mouth.

"So..  Got any other interesting pairs of underpants in your wardrobe?" she
said, shifting herself around to look at me without having to turn her head.

"Why? Do you?"

"Sure I do.  But my g-string bikini just doesn't fit like it used to, and my
latex outfit is being waxed."

"Too bad," I said, feeling that while she was only joking, she was serious about
what she was suggesting at too.  "I would have liked to have seen you in a
g-string."

"I wouldn't give up all hope, if I were you.  Stranger things have happened, you
know."

"Helicopters and cars.." I said after a few quiet moments of not looking at each
other.

"What?"

"I have a pair of jockey shorts with helicopters on them, and another with
cars."

"Cars I believe.  But helicopters?  I'd have to see them."

"You want me to model them for you?  Or just let you go through my drawers and
see it all."

"That depends on which drawers you're talking about," she said with some
difficulty.

"Which ever drawers you like," I said in a softer voice.

"Lets go," she said standing up, grabbing my hand, and pulling me after her.

She headed us straight for the small break in the trees near the back of the
library where a path lead into a small woods.

I managed to sputter out, "Where are we g..?" before ducking beneath a tree limb
she let snap back.  I didn't bother to ask again since she had sat down in a
secluded spot and pulled me down next to her.

"Alicia..  Don't you think we're going a little fast?" I said.

She looked me all over like a piece of meat, then blew a large bubble with her
gum, took the gum out of her mouth with the bubble still intact, and licked the
bubble's head before sucking it back into her mouth like a pro.

"No..  Do you?"  she said with a lusty yet humorous look in her eyes.

"Nope.  Just making sure, that's all," I said quickly before moving towards her
to latch my mouth onto hers.

Alicia's fearless and bold nature was as strong in her kissing as it was in her
personality.  No sooner had her lips press against mine than her tongue came
slithering between them to penetrate my mouth.  Her hands clasped onto the sides
of my head to hold it steady as she filled my mouth with the most powerful
tongue I had ever encountered.

Without stopping, she laid me back and proceeded to probe deeper and deeper into
my mouth while she transferred more and more of her weight on top of my chest.
I found my upper arms pinned against my sides after she straddled me on her
elbows, and I soon was struggling in vain as her tongue fucked my mouth so
deeply that I was gagging.

I was in a slight daze when her tongue recoiled into her mouth, and it took me a
few moments to realize she had released my mouth and was sucking in lungfuls of
air just as I was.  

I felt her lust surge when she looked down on me, and I braced myself for
another round of heavyweight tongue fucking as she descended with a deep growl.
But to my surprise, her lips and tongue attached themselves to my chin, then
sloppily kissed and licked her way to my tender neck.

Her mouth became a powerful vacuum, and before I realized it, she had given me a
monster hickey.  Her hands were in the process of pulling my shirt up when I
struggled to stop her adding another hickey to the other side, but her mouth had
already done the job by the time I could have stopped her.

Once my shirt was off, she devoured my almost hairless chest, pausing to pluck
out the few hairs between my male breasts and around my nipples whenever her
tongue detected one.  I received countless hickeys on my chest and belly, but by
the time she had reached that section of my body, all I was caring about was how
she kept teasing my cock through my shorts with her roaming hands.

Then suddenly she stopped and sat up between my legs.  My dazed mind managed to
get my eyes to look down to see what was going on, and as I raised my head
slightly to see, she said in a husky voice, "You're so beautiful... I'm going to
eat every bit of you up!"

Her head dived for the bare skin between my waistline and my belly button, while
her hands grabbed the bottom of my shorts and began to tug.  She slowly managed
to uncover more and more of my lower abdomen, and then all of a sudden her hot
wet tongue brushed across the head of my dick.

I instinctively thrust my hips forward, unintentionally causing the snap of my
jeans shorts to pop clear off.  Alicia made no further attempts to prolong the
agony, just unzipped me, slid both pairs of shorts down my legs and over my
feet, then ran her tongue up and down my cock's shaft before lapping the head
and causing me to shudder.

I felt a surge of precum squirt out of my dick as she moved her mouth to its
base, then suddenly she engulfed it, probably mistaking the precum for the real
thing.

Her mouth was an entirely new experience for me.  Never had I felt such a
vigorous, fat, powerful, and naughty tongue lick and swirl while her velvety
soft mouth moved itself madly up and down my cock.  I hadn't shot my wad off in
a blowjob that soon for a long time.  But when she tried to give me a hickey on
the head of my dick, my balls exploded with cum.

I don't remember when I noticed it was nearly dark, but after the chorus of the
crickets finally penetrated my brain, I realized Alicia had left without a word,
and as I rushed to get dressed, I realized she had taken my jockey shorts with
her.

I didn't see Alicia again until lunch time the next day, and by then my hickeys
had turned a nice mixture of yellow and purple.  One look at me and Nick had to
take a closer look at Alicia, then tried to cover his confusion from not seeing
any similar marks on her.

The next two days were full of making new acquaintances, exploring the campus,
and generally learning the ropes and how to fit in.  I ended up putting off so
much homework that I had to buckle down and spend all of my free time Friday
working on it, wanting to have my weekend free for other things.

Alicia had played down any of my suggestions or hints at another round of tongue
wrestling.  I kept sensing she wasn't interested in me in that way now, and in
fact seemed to be coming on to Nick more and more.

So I wasn't surprised when Nick showed up for breakfast Saturday morning with
three large hickeys on his neck.  After I got him to spill it, I found Alicia
had pretty much done the same thing with Nick as with me.  She had even taken
his only pair of jockeys, and now all he had left were briefs.  I explained to
him he might as well go buy some more, for Alicia had refused to return mine,
saying it was the price I had to pay for the experience.  

We spent a good two hours talking about Alicia and a few other girls we had each
noticed, and he confided in telling me he hadn't ever been with a girl before,
especially not like that.  Oh sure, he had kissed a couple of girls in high
school and had felt one of them up, but we both agreed that college women were a
lot different than high school girls, and discussed what we thought the
differences were in detail.

Nick's roommate Lenny showed up looking for him, and after we were introduced,
Lenny mentioned we had Chemistry together and suggested we work together on the
homework.  That made me wonder how many people had taken close notice of me in
Tuesday's class.  Lenny was the fifth person who had asked about the girl, and I
was still feeling the eyes of people glancing at me in class, probably to see if
I was doing it again.

Speaking of that girl, I hadn't seen her since losing her in the cafeteria that
first day.  I had made a point of searching for her cool steady calmness with my
empathic senses on Friday as I walked up one aisle and down the other right
before class.  It wasn't the best way to find if she was there, but I didn't
want to risk drawing any more attention to myself than I already had.  If I had
used a telepathic pulse, it would have been like sticking a telepathic bullseye
a mile wide on my forehead.

Nick had to go with Lenny to meet some people, but we both wanted to confront
Alicia at lunch, so we agreed to do it together.

I spent part of the two hours left before lunch talking to my mom, dad, and Joey
on the phone, and had trouble getting rid of a touch of homesickness after
hanging up.  In fact, I wasn't very hungry by the time I met Nick for lunch, and
after Alicia didn't show, I went for a long walk around campus.

I was somewhere on the other side of campus when I noticed a large group of
Eta's walking silently down another path, apparently heading towards one of the
buildings I had just passed.  To the causal observer, they simply appeared to
have their minds on something else as they all passed within five feet of me.  

But I knew that expression very well.  They were on their way to serve their
master or mistress, each one feeling anxious about how they could please their
owner more than the rest.

I secretly watched them enter the building marked "Harrison III - Medical
Research", then considered following them in, but didn't.  I instead went on my
way, and as I passed the side of the campus bordering the fraternity houses, I
noticed another group crossing the street and heading my way.

I sat down under a tree and made like I was waiting for someone to show up.
None of them paid me any attention when I would stare at them for a few moments,
then look around and check my watch once in a while.

Blake from my algebra class was in that group, but never gave me any sign of
recognition when I gave him a friendly nod while he stared in my general
direction.

Once they had all walked over the hill, I cautiously followed them, keeping a
great distance between us.  They went to the same building as the first group
had, and I decided I could stick around a while to see what happened when they
came out.

It was around two thirty before the Eta's started trickling out, their actions
and conversations restored to that of bunch of college students coming out of a
lecture.  Once I saw that much, I left before any of them could see me.

When I got back to my dorm room, I found a note from Lenny and Nick asking me to
stop by their room when I got back, and to bring a soda if I wanted.

Just as I raised my hand to knock, Lenny opened the door and nearly walked right
into me.

"Whoa!!  Sorry, bud," Lenny said as he jumped back the last second.  "I was just
coming to go look for ya."

"Huh?  Why?"  I asked, walking in to find Nick and another guy I didn't know
sitting on a bunk, each with a catalog laying open on their laps.  There were
catalogs scattered all around the room, some of them open, while others having
been bookmarked with pieces of notebook paper.

"How would you like to get in on a once in a life time opportunity?" the
stranger asked.

"Tim, this is my cousin Kirk," Lenny announced.  "He came up with an idea, and
both Pete and I think it will sell.  We wanted to see if you wanted in on it."

I had the feeling he was trying to wind me up, so I looked him in the eye and
said, "Why me?"

He looked over at Nick and said, "Well, we, uhm..  Nick kinda mentioned your dad
made a lot of money, and..."

"It wasn't my idea to ask you," Nick explained. 

I looked at Kirk as his smirk disappeared from his face, then I looked down at
the catalog in his lap.

"Pornos?" I exclaimed as I examined the open page more closely.  "What are you
going to do?  Make your own?"

"No, stupid," Kirk said with a snort.  "We're gonna show them and charge three
bucks a pop for admission.  I already got the projector and the place to do it,
but I don't have the cash to get a flick."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Nineteen.  What about it?"

"How are you going to get these movies, let alone show them, if you're not
twenty-one?"

"Look.  You let me worry about that.  If my partner hadn't blown his book money
in a poker game, I wouldn't be looking for someone else to let in on this.  My
brother did this a few years ago at his college, and made a couple grand a year.
That's where I got all this shit," he said, indicating the catalogs scattered
around the room.

"Then why not just borrow a few from him?" I said, picking one up and pawing
through it.

"Because he graduated, and he sold the shit to a friend of his who ended up
getting busted and lost it all.  The stupid fuck got greedy and started posting
it on the school's bulletin boards to get more people."

"What a dumb ass," I said, trying out my new cuss for the first time.

"So are you interested?" Lenny asked.

"Maybe," I said, looking closer at one of the films.  "Holy shit.  I know this
guy."

"What?" Nick said as Lenny and Kirk stood up to see.

"This guy right here," I said turning the ad towards them and pointing to it.
"I met him on my way home from visiting an old girl friend this summer.  I knew
he did pornos when he was younger, but this looks really recent."

"Wait a second," Kirk said, grabbing another catalog and flipping through the
pages.  After he couldn't find what he was looking for in the one he had, he
started digging through the pile and picked out three.

"Here," he said handing one to both Nick and Lenny.  "These have bigger pictures
in them and a casting list.  I'm pretty sure I remember seeing that one in one
of these."

I checked out the rest of the one I had been looking at as they searched, then
noticed one had fallen on the floor and had been kicked partially underneath the
bunk.

I picked it up and looked through it, then when I reached about halfway, I
exclaimed, "Holy shit-ca-bobs!  Here's a whole page of him!  And one with his
wife.  And his old wife.  Wow.  They really made a lot of pornos together.."

"How well do you know this guy?" Kirk asked urgently.

"Not very well.  I just ate lunch at his house after I gave his son a ride.  I
only talked to him for a little bit."

"Do you think he'd let you borrow some of his films?"

"Nah.."

"Fuck."

"But his sons would give them to me for free if I asked right," I announced.

"They would?  Awe man... If you managed to get a few of Dirkman's flicks...  I
mean, they're good.  My brother showed me one once.  But they want a hundred
bucks a reel.  I wasn't looking to buy anything but the cheap shit until I was
making some money.  Fucking A.  One of his would kick ass for opening night!"

After discussing the details a little further, I decided that his plan, or
rather his brother's plan, was indeed a good one, if illegal.  Right before the
regular staff went home on Fridays, Kirk or one of his buddies would sneak into
the auditorium of one of the oldest buildings on campus.  They would wait until
it was safe to let the others in to set up their equipment, then at midnight
they would open the back door to let their customers in.

There was no age restriction for seeing the movie, nor for buying the beer Kirk
and his partners would be selling there on Friday and Saturday nights.  Since it
was on campus, and the movies were usually double features, there wasn't much
danger of anyone driving home drunk since everyone usually lived within walking
distance.

In fact, to prevent accidents from happening, anyone who stayed the entire night
in the auditorium was handed a free pass to the next movie at the crack of dawn.
Since most of the profit came from the selling of the beer and not the tickets,
this arrangement not only provided a way to keep themselves and their customers
safe from getting busted, but also generated a lot of return customers that
usually drank a lot of beer.

The auditorium was like a small gymnasium but with a cement floor instead of
wood or tile, so the clean up would consist of bagging the trash and then hosing
the floor down to get rid of the left over spilt beer.  Occasionally there would
be a few puke cleanups, but most of the time the pukers managed to make it to
the designated puke cans scattered all over the place.

No chairs were supplied or allowed in the auditorium for the movie, so everyone
was expected to bring their own cushions or blankets to lay on.  This was
necessary to keep the setting up and clean up times to a minimum. 

Kirk's brother had discovered that there were three different categories of
people who came to his movies.  Ones who came to get drunk, ones who came to see
the movie, and ones who came to fuck.  

The watchers would sit in the front so they could see, the drinkers sat near the
middle right where he served the beer, and the fuckers always spread out in
small groups, usually in the back.  By the time the second movie was halfway
through, a lot of the watchers would have migrated to the drinkers group, or if
they were lucky, they would have made their own fucker group. 

Lenny was one of the people who were going to help Kirk run the show, but Nick
wasn't involved other than being interested in seeing a few of the movies.
While I wasn't really interested in seeing any pornos myself, I told them I
would try and see what could get.  They didn't have to know I had no intention
of contacting Brian's dad or his brothers like I had said.  Depending on what
Joey thought about it, if I did help them, I'd just ask my dad to order a
supply, then make up something to explain how I got them.

Kirk went to dinner with us, saying he hated to cook, and his frat house made
everyone cook their own meals on the weekends.  I found that he had considered
trying out for the Gamma Alpha Etas last year, but he just wasn't interested in
spending all his free time working out when he could be making money instead.

Nick mentioned he had a strong interest in joining the Etas, and I had to back
him up when Lenny sneered at him and asked why he would want to join a
fraternity full of fags.

A small argument pursued, Nick and I defending the Etas while Lenny and Kirk
made all sorts of unfounded conclusions that even they new weren't really true.
We called it a draw and got off the subject, and finally broke up around seven
when Nick and I spotted Alicia with a young looking oriental guy heading out the
door.

When we couldn't find any trace of Alicia or her next victim outside, Nick asked
what I knew about the Etas.  I told them the generic public knowledge type
stuff, finding he didn't know hardly anything except they were considered the
best fraternity on campus.

"They aren't really gay, right?  I mean, they were just jealous that they didn't
have what it takes to get in."

"How should I know?  I mean, I'm sure a few of them are gay.  There's always a
few.  But you don't have to be gay to get in or anything."

"I guess you're right...  Hey, if you really are serious about trying to get in,
maybe we can workout together.  I don't think Lenny is going to be much help,
and I need all the help I can get with this wimpy body," he said patting his
flat chest.

"I'm sure Joe won't mind if you work out with us.  Speaking of Joe, I'm supposed
to call him before eight tonight in case we need any last minute items.  He's
bringing a portable TV and a VCR with some movies, a fridge, a microwave, and a
ton of soda.  Can you think of anything else besides a couple of pornos?"

"Yeah..  Another room for you to put all that shit in.  What are you going to
do?  Rip out a bunk?"

"Don't worry.  We have all of that figured out," I said mysteriously.

"Well, the only other thing I can think of would be some beer for Lenny, but he
can get his own through Kirk easily enough...  Oh!  I know!  Have him bring a
couple of decks of cards and some chips for poker.  You play poker?"

"Sure do," I said, omitting the fact it had always been strip poker and I had
played to lose.  "I'm not all that good, but I'd like to see someone whip Joe
really bad.  I gotta get on the horn though.  Where ya gonna be later?"

"I don't know.  Probably out looking for Alicia some more.  If you want, I'll
stop by your room after dark and we can go hang some where."

I agreed, then went back to the dorm to make my phone call.

Joey and I were on the phone for over two hours before he announced he needed to
go to bed.  He wanted to be on campus before noon tomorrow, so he had to leave
home around seven.  Since he was bringing a lot of stuff with him, my dad and
his dad were coming with him again, but this time in a van instead of a car.

When I got back to my dorm that night, I found a note from Nick saying he had
gone with Lenny and Kirk to a party and wouldn't be back until late.  He had
apparently waited for me as long as he could before Kirk threatened to leave
without him, so I crumpled up the note and decided to go to bed myself.

The problem with going to bed early is that you then usually have a harder time
sleeping in the next morning.  I finally gave up trying to go back to sleep
around seven thirty, and spent two hours trying to find something to do.  No one
seemed to be up except for those who had to be, and they all had something they
had to do.  I suspected Nick wasn't going to make an appearance until after ten,
and while I had met a lot of the guys on the floor including my immediate
neighbors, none of them seemed to be interested in anything but getting their
shower and spending a lot of time combing their hair.

Actually Gary, one of the guys next door to me, did do something other than work
on his personal hygiene.  While his roommate was showering, I felt his arousal
growing as he jerked off in his bunk.  That came as a relief to me, hoping I
wouldn't have to battle his horniness that night like I had the past three
nights.  I was determined not to stoop to that level.  To jerk myself off alone
would be a waste of perfectly good spunk.  I was waiting to see if I could talk
Alicia or someone else in doing it for me.

I went for several walks around the campus, waited in my room with my door open
incase someone like Nick would wake up and want to do something, and generally
piddled around, finding the clock running slower and slower as it came closer to
eleven.

At ten till eleven, I went outside and planted myself where I would be able to
see them pull up when they got there.  I knew they probably wouldn't arrive
before eleven thirty, but I was hoping Joey had drove, meaning they would get
there before the standard ETA since he liked to speed.

Eleven thirty came and went, and all too slowly eleven forty five did so also.
I was cursing at myself for not calling my mom to see what time they had left,
but was committed in staying right where I was, knowing if I went to call her
then, they would get there while I was inside.

By twelve o'clock I was pacing back and forth so hard I swear the concrete was
starting to show some wear.  By twelve ten I was ready to make a dash for the
phone, but I kept talking myself into just another five minutes.

I nearly tore the door off the dark maroon van when it pulled up at twelve
twenty four, and after expressing my concerns that they had been run off the
road and had died in an big ball of flames, I listened to their excuse of having
blown a tire right after leaving home.

We were in the process of carrying things up to our room when Nick and Lenny
finally showed their faces.  They offered to help after seeing parts of the
custom built entertainment center and a huge supply of soda sitting outside the
room in the hall.

The designers of the dorm had designed the room using every bit of the little
space they had as efficiently as possible.  Of course that had been eighty years
ago, and since then the furnishing had been replaced more modern yet less
effective versions of what they had originally built.  

Apparently, before Goods had been built, there had only been two dorms, Shaffer
and Cain.  About twenty years ago, Cain had a major fire on the lower floors
between semesters which effectively made the building unsafe for use.  They had
been forced to house the displaced students in Shaffer the following semester,
doing a make shift job converting the rooms from holding two people to four.
They ripped out the desks, the beds and the efficiently designed cabinets above
them, and replacing them with two sets of bunk beds, a couple of cheap stand
alone wardrobes, and a small table that couldn't comfortably allow two people do
their work, let alone four.  

After Cain was restored and Goods was built, they supplied them with beds using
the top bunks and original beds from Shaffer, not even giving the option that
the room's occupants might prefer bunk beds since the bottom and top bunks were
not interchangeable.  They also removed the temporary wardrobes which were
falling apart, but never restored the rooms to their formal efficient design.
The only original piece of furniture left in the room were the two wardrobes,
they having been spared since they were built into the walls of the room.

In other words it was a Frankenstein setup, and even though we were specifically
told not to modify the room's furnishings, we detached the bunks from the walls,
assembled the heavy wooden frame which converted our two single bottom bunks
into a new set of bunk beds, then got stopped cold when Joey's dad realized the
electrical wiring for the room wasn't rated to carry the TV, VCR, microwave and
fridge at the same time.

As Joey and his dad cussed up a storm about the lousy wiring, Nick, Lenny, and I
put our heads together in assembling the microwave and fridge half of the
cabinets while my dad tried out all the neat gadgets Joey had the carpenters add
to the bunk bed frame.  Lights, built in personal stereo and cassette decks,
quiet running fans, heating blanket controls, and individual alarm clocks that
could alternately turn on the stereo instead of the annoying buzzing noise.  My
dad wasn't all that good with electronic gadgets, but he had a ball switching
everything on and off until he managed to find a station he liked and listened
to it a while.

It turned out that for all the precautions and multiple measurements I had taken
and phoned in, we simply couldn't run all four things in our room.  We had the
choice of keeping both the TV and VCR or just one of the other two appliances,
so we decided to keep the fridge and made a deal with Nick and Lenny that we
could use the TV and VCR in their room anytime we wanted if they weren't
studying or sleeping.  The microwave ended up in Greg's room, he having hung
around the room after his roommate had left for some kind of band practice.

Joey and his dad gave each other a really big hug before our fathers left around
six.  I felt guilty for not giving my dad anything more than a healthy squeeze,
but I quickly forgot about it as Joey and I formed a share link and started
filling each other in.

The share link didn't provide us a means of communicating directly like our
telepathic connections or two-ways did, but we had found a way to send each
other a varying signal by surging the amount of what we were trying to share.
We basically were using the share link to send Morse coded messages to each
other.  My parents had never detected them, and neither had the twins, so we
were fairly certain this was safe to use.

Joey's parents were pretty much out of the woods for the time being, and even
though their memories had for the most part returned, they both were under the
belief that Joey was going to college because he was ready for it.  I never
realized how vulnerable Joey had been while I had been helping him remember
things.  He, his parents, and probably Suzi too would have believed anything we
said to them during their recovery.  They simply hadn't trusted their own vague
memories to be accurate, and would have literally adjusted their memories to fit
what we were telling them.

We went to bed early again, then after listening to Joey tossing and turning in
his bunk above me for over an hour, he finally sighed and said he was coming
down.

Fifteen minute later, Joey's bunk was on the floor next to mine, and he was
curled up against me asleep in another ten.  Joey had slept with my mom, me, the
twins, or his parents ever since I woke him from his empathic induced long
sleep.  I wondered if he would ever sleep alone again, then decided I didn't
mind if we never got to use the bunk beds the way Joey had designed them.

Even Gary's building arousal as he jacked himself off again during his
roommate's shower didn't disturb me as I drifted to sleep beside my bestest
friend in the world.

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The first 10 chapters of this story are available at:
http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/

And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in 
_The Book_'s Universe are also available at:
ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/
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