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Tim, the Teenage MC
By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net)
Home Page: /~Rass_Senip/

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>This posting contains:
   Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
      Part 3 - Woman's Right to Change Her Mind (no sex)
      Part 4 - My Student and Lover             (foreplay)

>The next posting contains:
   Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
      Part 5 - Teacher's Day Off                (mf)
      Part 6 - Her First Day Out                (mc oral)
      Part 7 - Birthday surprises               (no sex)

>See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of
all Chapters released so far and information on posting format.
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Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 3 - Woman's Right to Change Her Mind
(no sex)

I had promised my mom I would spend that Sunday with her and Richie, and
despite the fact that I wanted to spend every minute of it with Jennifer, I did
actually enjoy some parts of the day.

Richie was christened that morning for one thing, and I was made his Godfather
which meant I held him while they made his fussy mood worse by sprinkling the
holy water on him and making him outright cry.

Oh, I shouldn't really complain though.  I was happy to do it, especially since
I didn't have a Godfather or Godmother,  At the time I was christened, it was
only my mom and I.

My dad didn't attend because... heh...  I guess you could say because of
religious reasons.  He didn't believe in God, Jesus, the church, or any of it,
so while he didn't necessarily object to the christening, he didn't want
anything to do with it either.

After the ceremony, I got to enjoy my mother's breast milk for what I thought
would be the last time, for Richie was seven months old and it was time to wean
him.  My dad was actually more upset about that than the christening, and I
guess I could see his point for the only reason mom gave was the baby book said
it was time.  But this was my mom's decision and I knew better than to
interfere. It was her body, and I know she wanted start getting it back to
normal again.

Around three in the afternoon, however, my plans for the day were diverted when
Jennifer called.

"What's wrong?"

"I saw them again.  Flying around my head."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes.."

"What did you do?  Did your dad or Lee see you?"

"No, Lee isn't here, and when I felt it starting, I just went to my room.  I
was a little scared, but I didn't freak like last night.  Tim?  Am I going to
keep having these?"

"I don't know, honey.  Maybe they'll go away, or maybe you'll have one big one
and then you'll see them all the time like me.  But it's nothing to be afraid
of though.  You can get used to them pretty quick and if you want you can just
kind of tune them out of your awareness again.  It's just like how you don't
really listen to the birds when you go outside, you know?  You know they are
there, but they don't distract you from other things."

She sighed, then said, "Tell me about them?  I mean, why do we have them flying
around our heads?"

"I don't know why, I just know that they...  Well, they don't just fly around
our heads, but in our heads, through our bodies, and even pass through the
space between two people.  When you move a finger, your hand, even beat your
heart, there's a symbol which breaks off from the streams of symbols in your
mind and travels down to the thing you're controlling."

"So the symbols..  They're just... part of our nervous system?  But you said
they also can go from one person to another.."

"Yeah, they do.  You see, that's where telepathy comes in.  Normally the
symbols can only travel through our nerves, but telepaths are able to break
them away from our nervous system and insert them into the nervous system of
another person.  I think telepathy really has two different parts to it.  You
like have a telepathic eye and a telepathic, uhm, mouth.  You use your eye to
locate and read a person's feelings and thoughts, and you use the mouth to
transmit the symbols that... For example, it allows you to make them call up
memories and stuff that you couldn't access unless they happened to think of
them on their own.  Does all that make sense?"

"I think so...  So all telepaths can see them and use them?"

"You mean the symbols?"

"Yeah."

"Jennifer, other than you and me, I only know of one other person who can see
the symbols, and her name is Young Lee.  Uhm, well that's not really her name,
but I forget her real name at the moment."

"Now I don't understand.  I thought you said telepaths use these symbols to
make people do what they want."

"They do..  They just don't see the symbols, that's all.  I didn't even see
them myself until about a year ago.  Or at least I didn't see them like I do
now. Joey and I had to feel them out to draw them.  We never actually saw them
back then."

"I still don't understand.  If others don't see them, then how do they use
them?"

"Think of it this way.  We have been using them in our own bodies all our lives
without knowing it.  We don't have to see them to use them, or even know
anything about them."

"Oh..  You mean it's just like...  Like not knowing how a muscle or our stomach
works yet still being able to move and digest food.  <sigh>  So how come we can
and the others can't?"

"Hmm..  Good question.  Maybe we like have like a telepathic ear or something
that we can hear the symbols all around us..  Er.. something like that."

"Okay...  I guess that makes sense.  Tim?  I can't stop thinking about those
drawings.  Half of me wants to never see them again, but the other half..."

"Well, that'll be up to you, honey.  I don't know this for sure, but...  Well
like you said.  It all seemed to start after you looked at the drawings we
made.  Looking at more of them might just..  You know.  Make you breakout
completely."

"Breakout?"

"Yeah.  That's when a person's telepathic abilities start working and they have
to figure out how to control them.  Luckily, I had my mom to help me, and I
think it's during that time that determines a lot about how a telepath will
turn out.  Uhm, I don't want to scare you or anything, but a lot of telepaths
go crazy after a while.  Especially if they are just left to themselves without
anyone else limiting their use of their abilities.  But I won't let that happen
to you."

"I know...  Oh, I REALLY don't want them now.  I don't want to see those
drawing any more."

"Okay, baby...  I miss you.."

"I miss you too.  I wish we could just go to the mall or something together."

"Yeah, but since my mom moved out, I don't get to see her that much any more,
and I promised her..."

"Well, why don't you see if she'd like to go to the mall too?"

"Hey, now that's a good idea.  Yeah.  Okay.  Just a sec, and I'll ask her...
Yeah, she'd like that.  She says she'd like to buy you something that she saw
last week and though you'd like and look good in.  Uhm, and she says..."

"She's telling you all this?  Or..."

"She's thinking it to me.  She says your sister and dad could come too 'cause
she'd like to meet them."

"Should I ask my dad?"

"Well, yeah.."

"Okay..  But I don't think Lee will be back until tonight," she said before
putting down the phone.

"Hello, Tim?" Mr. Corrigan's voice said a couple minutes later.

"Yeah, Mr. C?"

"Tell your mom we'll be taking you all out for dinner after the mall.  Sound
good to you?"

"Uhm, yeah.  Sure.  Sounds great?  So, do you want to meet us there?  Or we
could come by in a limo..."

"Hmm...  Shhh," he said to Jennifer. "He want's to know if we want to go in a
limousine."

"YES we do!" she cried.

"Did you hear that?" he asked me.

"Yeah.  So did your neighbors I think.  Heh.  We'll pick you guys up around
four, okay?"

"Okay.  It will probably be just Jennifer and I."

"Yeah, I know."

"Okay...  Well, here's Jennifer again," he announced, then a moment later in
the background I heard him say, "Ouch!  Careful, honey...  Next time wait until
I leg go of the phone before you grab it away."

"Sorry daddy...  Tim?  You still there?"

"Nope.  I hung up."

"Ha ha..  Well, I can't wait for you to get here."

"Me neither.  I love you."

"I love you too.  Bye.."

"Bye."

Not even ten minutes went by before she called back and asked, "Would it be
okay if Sandi and Brad came with us?  Sandi called me up a few minutes ago, and
their mom and dad had to go to a wedding and were bored."

"I guess.  I mean, as long as your dad's okay with it."

"Brad says he'll pay for theirs, and my dad said he didn't care.  If you don't
want them to go..."

"No.. That's cool.  Brad is my friend, you know.  I don't have any problems
with it.  I trust you."

"I trust you too," she said softly.  "I'll see you in a little while, k?"

"Uhm, wait.  Is Brad and Sandi going to meet us?  Or are we picking them up?"

"They're already here, but they said they can go in their car if there isnt'
enough room.."

"Already there?  I thought you said Sandi called?"

"Oh, uhm..  Well?  I didn't want you to get upset if you knew they had come
over on their own...  I'm sorry."

"That's okay, but don't do that, okay?  I'm not really the jealous type, and
I'd rather always be able to believe everything you say, you know?"

"Okay..  I'm sorry.  I won't lie to you again." she said miserably.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes?"

"I love you..."

She sighed, then said, "I love YOU."

"And I love you..  Uhm, look.  If I'm going to get out of here, I need to get
off the phone, okay?"

"Okay...  But I love you anyway <click>."

I hung up with a smile on my face, then set the phone down and took a couple of
careful sniffs while my smile changed to a frown.

"Shit, Richie," I said, holding him up off my lap to confirm he had soiled
himself again.  "Why didn't you tell me you had to go before I put your clothes
on!"

I turned him around to face me as I got up, then couldn't help but grin at the
way his face lit up in a smile when he saw me.

"You know... If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were empathic.  You're not,
are you?" I said in a giggly voice while shaking him gently to make him laugh
with delight.

"Bbbbbba" he said in response.

"You can say that again, bro," I sighed as I set him down on the changing table
and started undoing his snaps.

"Earrrraaa?" he cooed while I pulled his pants off.

"Yeah...  You like those bunnies, don't you?" I said when I found his attention
being temporarily held by the stuffed bunnies on the shelves next to the table.

"Ggggbbbbblllllaaa," he said bubbly."

"Shit, Richie..  My shit doesn't smell this bad after I drink mom's milk..
Pwew!"

"It did when you were his age," my mom said, walking in the nursery.  "Oh,
honey..  I said the red pants, not the jeans.."

"Yeah, but mom!  We're going to the mall..  Nobody in their right mind goes to
the mall in red corduroy pants.  That's like not cool."

"Okay then..  You get to change him in the restaurant.  The red pants slip
right off and on.  I always have to fight him to get those..."

She stopped as Richie planted his feet on the mat and lifted his butt for me as
I slid the new diaper underneath him, then once I had finished powdering him, I
sealed his diaper and waited as he reached down with his little baby hands and
started pulling his own pants up.

"That' a lot better this time, Richie.  Here, let me help you get them up over
your diaper...  There.  I know, I know..  You can't get the zipper or snap.
That's okay.. We'll work on that when you're fingers are stronger for that kind
of thing."

"How did you get him to do all that?!" my mom exclaimed finally.

I looked over my shoulder at her with a smile as I picked up my baby brother,
then turned and kissed his forehead and said, "Big brothers are supposed to
teach little brothers things like that, right Richie?"

"Ahchheeheheh" he giggled while reaching out to my mom.

"Come 'ere my little precious," my mom said sweetly as she took him from my
arms.  "Daddy has a nice big bowl of oatmeal and a jar of carrots ready for
you."

"Ehemnahhwana.." he said from her shoulder, looking at me as they walked out.

"Yeah, after you eat, we can play again," I said, assuming that's what he had
meant from the images I had read from his developing mind.

I went and got ready myself, taking a shower, and then out of pure curiosity, I
ran back to the nursery and powered my butt like I had Richie's.

My dad was taking his shot at feeding Richie when I got to the dining room, and
I watched his antics with great interest until Richie had had enough and
promptly sent his bowl flying.

"Dang, Richie.." I said as my dad wiped the oatmeal off his left leg.  "You're
supposed to spit it back out when you're full, not throw it across the room."

"He's too smart for that now," my dad said.  "He's learned that I just poke it
back in his mouth if he spits it out.  So instead he cuts of the supply at it's
source.  Don't you, my little bright boy?"

"Oh, honey," my mom exclaimed as she walked in.  "Did your daddy try to
overfeed you again?"

"Well we wouldn't have to feed him this slop at all if his mother would let him
get all the good stuff like he wants."

"Now don't start that again," my mom warned sternly.  "Tim, I take it you're
ready?"

"Yeah, but I don't think Richie is," I said, taking the cloth and cleaning up
his mouth.  "Awe man?  He has oatmeal on his jeans and everything!"

"Welcome to the life of a parent, Timothy," my dad chuckled.

By the time we got him cleaned up enough to leave, it was already ten till
four, so I called Jennifer's house from the limo to tell them we would be a
little late.

"Lee's gonna come too," Jennifer said after I told her the news.  "Is your dad
coming?"

"Nah..  He's got to take care of... uhm... rewarding some of the staff for the
week's work.  So how come Lee came home early?"

"She said she just felt like it.  She even sent Brian home without him coming
in.  Oh.  By the way..  Brad's acting a little...  Strange."

"Strange?  How?  In what way?"

"Uhm.. you'll see when you get here.  Oh, hi Brad.  You want to talk to Tim?"

"Uhh..  Hello?  Tim?"

"Hi, Brad," I said, reaching out to his mind and locking on to it.  "You guys
were bored, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty bored," he lied.  "Then Sandi asked if I could drop her off at
Jennifer's and when I heard you guys were going out to eat..."

I stopped listening to his words while I examined what had really happened.  It
was his idea to go over to Jennifer's, and that had been instead of them having
sex like they usually did when their parents were gone.

"Helloooo..  Yo, Earth to Tim.  Wake up, man.."

"Sorry, Brad..  Uhm, my brother was about to slobber on my shirt..  Anyway,
I'll see you in about fifteen minutes.  Later..  Bye."

I knew Jennifer would be upset that I hadn't talked to her before hanging up,
but I needed to think and talk to my mom about Brad and the things I had found
in his head.

When we got there, I played it cool for the time being, for I didn't want to
say anything in front of everyone, nor did I want to spoil the evening with
what I had discovered.

Brad spent the entire evening trying to get Jennifer's attention in one way or
another, absolutely ignoring his sister which was so unlike him Sandi was
getting pretty worried.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was loving every moment, yet didn't give him any
recognition or satisfaction for anything he did.  She stuck very close to me,
sometimes playing it up with me just to tease Brad.  Between this and Sandi's
growing concern, I finally decided enough was enough and while we ate dinner, I
undid the commands Jennifer unconsciously had given him.

I did it in such a way that it appeared that Brad had given up and simply
decided he liked his sister better anyway, so other than Jennifer's
disappointment, we finished the meal without any further problems.

We were just leaving the restaurant to head home when I caught Jennifer
wondering about why Brad had stopped while the symbols jumped from her mind and
into his.

I immediately sent the counter symbols, so Brad only had a moment of confusion
before he went back to listening to Sandi and Lee talk about guys.

Two minutes later, I had to do it again, and almost immediately a third time.

I sighed as everyone but Jennifer, my mom, my brother, and of course myself
sagged their heads forward asleep.

"Hey!  What's going on?"  Jennifer exclaimed as my mom probed Mr. Corrigan to
determine what I had done.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer.  I had to do it.  It looks like you're breaking out
whether you want to or not."

"What do you mean?"

"You know how strange Brad was acting?"

"Yeah?" she said meekly, feeling a little guilty for enjoying it like she had.

"Well, you sort of... uhm..."

"You mean I...  But I didn't!  I swear!"

"Honey," my mom said gently.  "We know you didn't do it on purpose.  Tim went
through something very similar when he was...  what did you call it?"

"Breaking out, mom.  I read a book from the library about telepathy, and that's
what they called it.  The book wasn't really very accurate, but it was
interesting to read anyway."

"How do you know I did it?" Jennifer asked in a defensive tone.  "Maybe you did
it without knowing it..."

"Even if you didn't do it the first time...  Jennifer, I put everyone to sleep
after watching you alter Brad's mind to make him want you three times.  Do you
understand?  I saw you do it."

"But... But I didn't...  I never wanted..." she said while covering her nose
and mouth with her right hand in shock and grief.

"We know you didn't, dear," my mom said in a comforting tone.  "You haven't
done him or anyone else any harm, and there is a simple way of preventing
yourself from unknowingly using your abilities like this again."

"There is?  How?" she said near to tears.

My mom looked at me, so I sighed, took Jennifer's hands in mine, then looked
deeply into her eyes with my empathic support on full and said, "By learning
how to consciously control them.  That's the only way, Jennifer.  I'm sorry."

"No.." she whimpered.  "I don't want them... I don't want to hurt people, I
don't want to make people different..."

"Then don't, baby.  Learning how to control your abilities doesn't make you a
bad person.  It's how you use them and why that makes you good or bad.  Once
you have control of them, you can choose never to use them.  Okay?  Think of it
as... as learning how to swim."

"Swim?" 

"Yeah.  If you don't know how to swim, you might drown if you get plopped into
a deep body of water.  Once you know how to swim, you don't have to go to the
pool ever again, but most people think it's a lot of fun and go swimming
whenever they can.  You know what I mean?"

"I guess..." she said sadly, but not anywhere near as upset as before.

"Tim mentioned to me you didn't want your sister to know about it, but you were
going to tell your father?"

"Yes," Jennifer said, looking up at him.

"Do you want to do it now?" I asked gently.

"I don't know," she said unhappily.  "Can't you just teach me how to control it
without me having to tell him?  All I want to do is keep myself from using them
accidentally, and I'm not going to use them on purpose either, so it would be
just as if I didn't have them at all."

"Jennifer, I think you better tell him because...  Well, what if he finds out
later?  Don't you think it would be better if he knew at the beginning?"

"I guess your right.  But not Lee...  Oh Tim..  Check her, please?  I might
have done something.. Oh and daddy..  Ohhhh..." she whined with a very unhappy
expression.

"I'll do her father, " my mom said when I glanced over at her for help.

"'kay," I said as I entered Lee's sleeping mind and started feeling around.

"There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with your father," my mom announced.

"Tim?  What about Lee?"

"What?  Oh.. Uhm... Sorry.  Yeah, you had her come home and want to go out with
us, and..."

"Ohhh!  What else?!" she exclaimed. 

"Well... Now I don't want you to get upset about this because I'm sure it's
very innocent..."

"What?" Jennifer said, her eyes getting wide in preparation for the shock she
was expecting.

"Uhm, well...  Like, have you ever wondered what your sister's body looks like
close up?"

"Why?"

"Because for some reason you made her want to... show it to you."

"You mean...  without clothes... on?"

"Yeah," I said, commanding my woody to go down from the images Lee had of
herself posing nude in front of a mirror.

She didn't answer, so I closed my connection with Lee's mind and refocused
myself on Jennifer's.

"Jennifer, it isn't wrong for you to wonder about things like that.  She's your
sister right?  So you know that there is a very good chance you'll look a lot
like her when you get to be her age."

"I know...  And that is pretty much the reason I..."

I gave her a few moments to continue her sentence, then said, "Jennifer, you
can tell me and my mom anything, you know that, don't you?"

After having carefully laid the sleeping Richie down in his car bed, my mom sat
down beside Jennifer and said, "Whatever you have done or will do in the
future, you can always talk to us about it without feeling bad about it.
Nothing you do or say could possibly make us think any less of you."

"Yeah, Jennifer.  We've been through what you're going through.  And you're not
going to do anything as near as... uhm.. embarrassing as we have, so just let
it out and get it off your chest, okay?"

She let out a deep breath that she had been holding in, then said, "Lee...
She...  I guess I sometimes wish I could be like her..."

"You mean..." I said, feeling the desire within her rise a little more.

"I mean I wish I had a body like hers, and.. used it like she does.  But she
isn't what I want to be, and it makes me feel really bad that I sometimes feel
that way."

"Jennifer," my mom said in a tone of voice which meant she was going to talk a
while.  "When I was your age, my mother used to tell me that boys only liked me
for my looks and not for what I was inside.  I didn't believe her, and when I
let a boy I had been seeing for a couple of months take my virginity, I spent
several years trying to understand why I felt so guilty and upset about it.  My
mother died when I was seventeen, and it wasn't until then that I figured it
out and knew my mother had been right.  I had sex with most of the boys I went
to high school with believing they were interested in me just as much as my
body.

"Lee hasn't figured that out yet, but she will someday, on her own.  Yes, she
is very attractive, and I'm sure she enjoys the sex she has very much, just
like I did.  But, looking sexy on the outside, and having a lot of sex doesn't
make you sexy on the inside.  And that's what really matters to a person.
That's the only way you can feel good about yourself and the sex you have.  So
don't think Lee is happier than you are because she gets all the attention she
wants from the boys and men around her.  She'd trade it all in to have just one
chance at what you and Tim have now."

"Really?" Jennifer asked, looking at me for confirmation.

"Yeah...  Lee is sort of in awe of you.  The whole time we were eating, she
kept kicking herself at how you were ignoring Brad's obvious attempts at
impressing you while you kept me occupied.  She really thinks you're something
else, Jennifer.  I think she'd do just about anything for you if you asked
because she's pretty proud of you."

"Wow...  Really?"  Jennifer said, looking at Lee happily.

"Yep."

We gave her a few minutes to think things over, but when I realized we were
practically at her house already, I said, "I'm gonna have to wake them up now,
so I guess you'll just have to tell him on your own sometime."

"I'll tell them after everyone leaves," she said confidently.  "I promise."

"So you're going to tell Lee too?" I asked, surprised.

"I've never kept anything from her before, and I'm not going to start now.
Thank you.." she said, hugging me.

"Thank you both," she said a moment later to my mom from over my shoulder.

"You're welcome, dear.  Just try and be happy with what you have and don't let
yourself wish for things you can't get the normal way.  I think you'll be okay
if you did that."

After waking everyone up without anyone realizing they had been asleep, we said
our goodnights and thanked them for the dinner.  As soon as we were on our way
home, my mom and I took off our clothes and stripped Richie while he cried for
having been woken up by our goodbyes, then the three of us curled up together
intending to snuggle for a while.

"Tim?  Do you think I'm being selfish in wanting to wean Richie?"

"Selfish?  No, mom..  You're not being selfish.  I mean, if the book says six
or seven months, then there probably is a reason..."

"I know...  And I really would like to be able to not worry about them getting
sore or...  Well, I'm just tired of all the inconveniences..."

"But?" I said, getting up on my elbow as she positioned the still squawking
Richie at his favorite breast.

"But I know I'll never have another child, and..." she said, tearing up a
little.

"What, mom?"

She smiled at me while blinking the tears out of her eyes.

"I actually like the feeling I get while my sons are nursing from me."

"Sons?"

"I know I'll miss the bond I feel with him while he's nursing, especially when
he starts discovering there's more to life than spending it with his mother."

"Sons?" I repeated, not daring to move anywhere near her breast before I had
her permission.

She smiled at me again and nodded, so after a kiss on the cheek, I slid down to
get comfortable and joined my happy gurgling brother in nursing at our mother's
teats.

"You know what the only problem with this is?" she said a few minutes later.

"Yeah," I said, pausing to swallow.  "This means dad gets his way after all.
Stop kicking, Richie.  She my mother too!" I said before he got me in left
cheek with his right heel.

"Mom!  Richie's not sharing!"

"Here we go.." my mom sighed, rolling her eyes up and shaking her head.  "I
knew it was too good to be true."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tim, the Teenage MC
By Rass Senip
Chapter XVIII:  12th Grade, Winter 1988/89
Part 4 - My Student and Lover
(foreplay)

"Good morning," I said as Jennifer opened the door and got in.  "What's the
plan for today?"

"You tell me," she said sweetly as she bent forward and gave me a kiss on the
lips.  "You're the teacher, I'm just the student."

"So you're feeling better about it all?" I said, noticing Lee's smiling face
from the window.

"I told them everything.  And I mean everything.  Things I haven't even told
you about.. yet.  My dad was surprised and a little uncomfortable about some of
the... you know, really private stuff?  But Lee...  She came in my room after
we had gone to bed and we talked about...  girl stuff for hours.  She
understood everything I was feeling and...  I guess I'm just happy to know I'm
not any worse that anyone else is."

I pulled off the road so I could look at her without worrying about hitting
something and said, "Uhm, Jennifer?  I confused.  I mean, I'm happy you told me
all that, and I'm glad you're feeling good about your sexual self, but..."

"What does it have to do with my telepathy?" she said smiling, keeping herself
looking straight ahead.

"Yeah, basically."

"Ever since I started Jr. High, I've watched my sister...  have sex with boys
before mom came home from work.  I knew if mom ever found out about Lee, she'd
kill her, but...  I was more afraid about mom finding out that I watched Lee
doing it."

"You mean, you were afraid that your mom would find out you liked watching Lee
doing it."

"Yes.  I.. I.. I used to.. touch myself...  whenever I watched them, but then
mom caught her one day, and...  she almost caught me too.  I've never been so
scared in my life, Tim.  I swore I'd never have another thought about it, or
ever touch myself like that again.  I've been so good about it too.  And mom
made it easier for me by spending more time with me.  I guess what I was afraid
of the most with this telepathy stuff was...  not being able to resist making
others do those things instead of doing it myself.  That's what Lee and I
talked about last night.  I didn't tell her about watching her with her
boyfriends, but I told her everything else."

"Are you still worried about corrupting her somehow?"

"No...  Now that I know she's much more... perverted than I am, I'm not going
to worry about me making her worse than she is now."

"What about your dad?  How did he take it all?"

"He had me promise never to do anything to him or Lee with out their
permission, but beyond that he said he trusted me, and you... that I wouldn't
do anything without having a good reason and thinking it through.  I think he
got that out of some parenting hand book because it sounded rehearsed or
something."

"So everyone is cool with it?  Including you?"

She finally turns her head to face me and says with enthusiasm, "I think I want
to do it now.  I mean, I think I'm going to like it once I understand it, and
I'm not afraid of hurting anyone anymore.  I also know you've wanted me to do
it from the start, and I'm starting to see why."

"Really?  You mean, once you get the hang of it, you won't just hang it up?"

"I've thought about it a lot last night.  Actually, I've been thinking about it
for weeks now.  I think as long as never force people to something I'll be
okay.  If I ever do, then I'll know I've gone too far and I'll have to figure
out some kind of punishment or something for myself to keep me from doing it
again.  But I won't, I know I won't so I guess..  Yes.  I won't hang it up
later.  Unless you think I should?"

"No way!  Oh Jennifer...  You know what this means?  I mean, you, me...  Oh
baby... This is like the greatest present you could have ever given me!" I
exclaimed as I grabbed her and hugged her really hard.

"I love you so much," she managed to say.

"I love you so much too," I said with tears in my eyes.

We sat there holding each other for several minutes, and the only thing that
snapped us out of our embrace was a police car pulling up behind us and turning
his lights on.

After an embarrassing minute of sort of explaining why we were sitting there on
shoulder, he told us to get to school or he'd write up a ticket.  I knew he was
joking about the ticket, yet I still took his advise, and gave him one of my
smiles that gave his already good mood an extra lift.

We decided to wait until after school to start anything dealing with her
telepathy, but apparently her telepathy couldn't wait that long.

"Mrs. Nottleman?" the PA suddenly said in my third hour. 

"Yes?"

"Could you please send Timothy Brandton to the nurse's office?"

"Of course.  He'll be right...  Wait.  Where'd he go?"

I was already half way to the nurse's office by that time, for as soon as I had
probed the secretary's mind out of habit, I had ran out of the room, probably
even before she had said my name.

Okay, so I'm not the smoothest guy when it comes to emergencies.  Well, at
least when it came to Jennifer anyway.  I sort of ran a little too hard down
the hall towards the nurse's office door.  When I reached the door I couldn't
slow down fast enough and ended up crashing into the floor.  And to top it all
off,  Mr. Higgs hit me with the door when he came out to investigate the noise.

"Are you okay?" he said, helping me up.

"Uhm... Yeah.  Thanks," I said, my face all red from embarrassment.

"Tim..." Jennifer called from inside.

I nearly ended up crashing into the floor again when I tried to get in the
nurses office as fast as I could and tripped on Higgs' foot.  Luckily the nurse
was there to break my momentum, and between the two of us we kept each other
from hitting the floor.

"Sorry... Sorry..." I said as Higgs' mouth dropped open.  "Jennifer...  What...
what's...  Why..."

"They're back," she said.  "I've tried to ignore them, but they make me
dizzy..." she said as her eyes tried to follow the symbols they couldn't see.

"Oh...  Oh, okay.. Let me... get my.. breath back.  Whew!  You had me scared."

"Sorry," she said sweetly while smiling weakly at me.  

"Tim, what exactly is going on?" Higgs asked.  "All she's been telling us is
she's dizzy, and that she needs to see you."

"Uhm..." I said, biting my lower lip and glancing at the nurse.

"Wendy, could you give us a few minutes?" Higgs said, taking the hint.

"All right, but if her dizziness gets any worse..."

"You'll be the first to know," Higgs said.

Once the door closed behind her, I said, "I was going to tell you this after
school today, but I guess now is as good of a time as ever.  Jennifer is
telepathic, but she's.."

"Wait.  You told me she wasn't affected by it."

"I know.  And she isn't.  But she is telepathic.  Remember when you asked me to
clear out the office upstairs?  Well, it all started from that."

"But that was over a month ago!" Higgs exclaimed.

"I know, but Jennifer didn't want to be a telepath.  She wanted to just ignore
it and hope she would never reach this point.  And until Saturday, I thought
she would get her wish.  But she started breaking out at the dance, and now...
Well, she doesn't have any control over it yet, so I'm going to teach her how."

"What do you mean, she doesn't have control over it?" he said.

"I mean she has... used.  It.  Uhm..."

"You were just going to let her walk around my school all day?  Without any
conscious control over her... her... abilities?!?"

"Well?  Yeah?" I said apologetically.

He sighed, then rubbed both eyes using his thumb and index finger and said,
"There's no way to stop her from... breaking out.. until after school?"

"No."

"Jennifer," he said, looking down at her with a look of concentration.  "Do you
understand that I am responsible for everyone at this school, and that I can't
allow the chance you might accidentally cause someone to get hurt?  I know you
wouldn't do anything on purpose, but..."

"Yes...  I understand," she said with a little fear in her voice.

"Good girl," he said, taking the edge off his voice and smiling at her
reassuringly.  Then he turned to me with a serious but soft expression and
said, "If I remember correctly you said her family are not immune to it like
she is."

"That's right.  But her cousin is.  Scott Brickman.  He's a freshman."

"Scott Brickman?" Higgs said surprised.  "He's not..."

"A telepath?  Definitely not.  I've tested..  Wait.  You know him, don't you."

"Well, I am his principal, so don't be so surprised.  But yes, I know him all
right.  In fact I told you about his first day on _your_ first day back.
Remember?"

"Uhm, no..  Oh wait.  You mean..  Scott was the one who Jay picked on?  No
wonder.  Hmmm..  Actually, it does kind of sound like Scott come to think of
it.  He doesn't really have a chip on his shoulder, but he's.."

"Tim?" Jennifer said.  "I tired of being dizzy.."

"Oh.. Sorry.." I said to her.

"Well, besides Scott and yourself, is there anyone else who could stay with her
during the day that she couldn't accidentally... tamper with?  Maybe your
mother?"

"Oh..  Well, yeah.  I guess," I said a little disappointed.  "You want me to
see?"

"Yes, please.  You can use that phone," he said, pointing to the one on the
nurses desk.

"Uhm..  That's okay.." I said with a little grin.  "I got my own.."

I easily found my mother's mind and presented the situation to her, and she
quickly agreed to watch her while I was at school, and said she'd be there in a
limo in about an hour.

"Uhm, she'll be here in an hour," I said, then got an idea.  "Mr. Higgs.."

"Don't bother," he said with another sigh.  "All right.  Take her home with you
or wherever you're going to go, but I want your word that you'll be here
tomorrow all day no matter what kind of progress you're making with her.  And I
want to talk to her father on the phone to make sure he's okay with it all."

"Yeah.. Cool.. Thanks, Mr. Higgs," I said excitedly.

After setting things straight with my mom and her dad, I pulled my car up to
the front entrance, then Mr. Higgs and I helped her out to my car.

"I wish I could just close my eyes and stop seeing them," she said after we
were on the road for a few minutes.  "Did they make you dizzy when you started
seeing them?"

"To tell you the truth, no.  You okay?  You don't feel any worse, do you?"

"No.." she said distantly. 

By the time I pulled into my garage, Jennifer was sound asleep.  I tried to get
her inside with out waking her up, but she woke up the moment I lifted her out
of the car.

"I feel better," she admitted sleepily.  "They're gone.  I think I can walk."

"No, that's okay," I said, smiling at her tenderly.  "I want to carry my bride
across the threshold and then take her to our bedroom for our honeymoon."

"Mmmmmm..  That sounds nice.  Of course there won't be any sex," she said.

"No sex, just lots of TLC."

Once I had carried her to my room and laid her on my bed, I told her not to
move a muscle, that I would take care of everything.  She sleepily nodded her
compliance, then watched me as I took off my coat, followed by hers.

"Now, I'm going to make us both a little more comfortable, okay?  Just trust
me."

"I trust you," she said, blinking away some of her sleepiness.

I untied her shoes, then carefully rolled her socks off her feet and gave both
her feet a good rubbing.  Her eyes were shut while I rubbed her feet, but they
opened back up to watch me as I removed my own shoes and socks then got really
big when I removed my shirt and pants.

But she didn't' say a word as I crawled up beside her, just stared at me a
little uncertainly until I reached down to begin pulling up her shirt.

"I thought you agreed no sex?" she said anxiously, yet not resisting me.

"Jennifer, we're not going to have sex.  If you don't want me to do this, I'll
stop right here, but I think you want me to, don't you."

"But.. but why...  why if you don't want to have sex do you want..."

"Because I love you, and I want us to share the feel of our heat beats against
each other's chests.  I think we can handle it without letting become sexual,
don't you?"

"I don't know..  I guess.."

"Do you want me to stop?  Or continue?"

"Continue," she whispered anxiously.

"Uhm..  If I do continue, I won't just be stopping with your shirt or your
bra...  I know you're still afraid of losing control of yourself, and I want to
prove to you we both are strong enough for this.  You can do this Jennifer.  I
know you can, just as I know how beautiful you really are.  You believe me
about that now, don't you?"

"I believe you.  I'll believe whatever you say for now on too," she said with
open honest eyes staring into mine.

I kissed her nose, then carefully raised her up into a sitting position before
lifting her shirt up and over her head.  Before I moved on, I reestablished our
eye contact, then didn't let it falter as I reached behind her and unclasped
the small bra covering her chest.

Her eyes contained some fear as I brought the straps forward, and she shivered
when it fell away from her breasts.  She feared my rejection of their size and
the way the areolas literally covered half of her breasts' surface rather than
anything else, so when I finally did break our eye contact to gaze upon her
chest, I was pleased to find that they were of fair size considering her weight
and age and only found her areolas erotic, not weird.

"They're very beautiful, Jennifer.  You have nothing to be ashamed of there.
May I touch them?"

"You don't think the.. the...  nipples.. make them look too strange?"

"No...  Not at all.  I bet if you showed them to Lee and asked about them,
she'd say hers probably looked just like these when she was fourteen.  Oh
Jennifer, please?  May I touch them?  Please?"

"Okay," she said with tension.  "Just be careful?  They're really sensitive now
and.... MMmmmmmm..."

"I bet they are," I said, gently rolling the nipples with my fingers while
making as much direct contact to the areolas as possible.  "You like that?"

"Uhh huh?" she said with her eyes shut and her mouth open.

I stopped and waited for her to look up, and as soon as she did I said, "Guess
who taught me that?"

"Who?" she asked as she hesitantly tried to replicate it with her own fingers.

"My mom."

"Your mom?" she said, stopping her finger's movements.

"Yep.  She also taught me this," I said, laying down on top of her and sucking
her left erect nipple into my mouth, then expanded my mouth to cover the entire
areola and began the familiar feeding motions.

She gasped and immediately her arms and hands went to my head to try and pull
me off her.  But after only few tugs, she relaxed as her arousal went to full
bloom, and then I had to firmly hold myself in place as she struggled to pull
me further up towards her mouth.

Just as with my mother every time I nursed from her breast, Jennifer's arousal
rose sharply, then dissipated after a few minutes leaving only a sedated and
relaxed Jennifer behind.

When I moved to do her other breast, she instantly tensed up and let out a
short moan when I made full contact.  This time, however, her arousal never
actually stirred, so I didn't have any troubles enjoying her limp form beneath
me as I sucked her nipple to satisfaction.

Once I was finished, I simply laid my head down on top of it, and listened to
her breathing deepen.

After several minutes passed, I felt her hand stroke my hair, and after looking
up at her for a second, I laid it back down and enjoyed her loving hand.

"Did you like that?" I thought to her.

"Yes," she said out loud.

"I'm glad, sweetie," I thought back to her.  "I'm going to remove your jeans
and panties next, okay?"

"Okay," she said with some nervousness entering her voice.

Then a moment later, I felt her think to me, "I'm scared."

"Don't be, sweetie.  You're doing great."

"Am I.. hearing your thoughts?" she thought to me.

"Yes, and for the first time you're sending your thoughts to me too.  Just
relax and let it happen.  Don't worry about how, just let it happen."

"Okay," she said out loud and thought to me too.

As I undid her jean's I felt her nervousness shoot up, but instead of trying to
comfort her, I just sped things up and quickly depantsed her.

"Tim?  Stop?" she said after her nervousness turned to fear.

"What's wrong?" I said, feeling the intensity of her fear sharpen.

"I..  I just...  I just saw my mom's face," she said, covering her breasts with
her hands.

I laid down beside her and waited for her to look at me, then as soon as she
did, I reopened the empathic connection and washed her fear away with my love.

"Jennifer, if I leave my shorts on and you leave you panties on, would you be
okay if stayed like this for the rest of the day?"

"But..."

"Honey, do this for me, please?  I see my mother naked all the time and we have
never had sex either.  I want us to be comfortable with each other's bodies,
and your breasts are a part of your womanhood which is safe for us to explore."

"I don't know..  My mom wouldn't like it at all.."

"Your mom would have never told you how she likes your dad to fondle her
breasts.  I think in this case she would have understood a little bit."

"Tim?  You said you'd stop if I felt you were pushing...  Well, I feel you're
pushing me.." she said somberly.

"Shit.  You're right.  I am.  I'm sorry.  It's just been...  Well, I haven't
been with a woman since I promised you, and it's really starting to get to me.
You're right to stop me though.  If you let me do this now, you might have let
me push you into going too far, and I don't want that to happen."

"I'm sorry," she said when I rolled onto my back and sighed in frustration.  "I
wish I was old enough to get married so we could..."

"No..  That's okay.  If anything else, this is teaching me restraint where I
never really had it before.  Oh Jennifer...  I just get so horny.  I think I
get it from my mom, cause she...  Well, my dad does too...  Oh, never mind."

"Tim?  Joey said something at the dance that...  Well, I just need to ask
you..."

"What did he say?"

"Something like I'm a lucky girl to have you.  But it just wasn't what he said,
but... but the way he said it and all.. I don't know. Just.."

"Go ahead, Jennifer.  I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Well...  I keep getting the impression that you and he...  were more than just
friends?"

"We were, yes.  I love you Jennifer, and you're the greatest love of my life, I
swear.  But I've been in love before, very much in love, and yes.  Joey was one
of my lovers in the past."

"And Suzi?"

"Yes."

"A-a-anyone else?"

"One other.  You never met him as far as I know."

"Him?"

"Eric.  Eric Robertson.  He's a Sophomore right now, but he moved to Atlanta."

"And you had..."

"Sex with them?  Yes.  But that was then.  I'm not interested in anyone but you
now."

"But.."

"Jennifer, my love isn't based on what gender you are.  It's the person, the
soul, the mind, not the body that I love.  Joey and I grew up together, and I
guess at first it was because we trusted each other that we could experiment
sexually a little.  But then I broke out, and Joey was there to help me through
it, and we eventually both felt deeper feelings for each other because of what
we had shared.  Suzi is the same way, and they will always be very special
people in my life.  But you're my love now.  Not them.  You."

"What about...  the other guy?"

"Eric was this horny little kid who didn't know anything but the pleasure of
sex when I met him.  I guess I took him under my wing, and between me and Suzi
we helped him find there was more to enjoy between two people than just sex.  I
loved him, but at that time he was just like a little brother.  But then last
year he showed up, and he was so...  loving...  Well, I couldn't help it.  Joey
and I had a falling out, and Suzi was seeing someone else, so I embraced his
love and he helped me through some really rough moments of my life.

"But he's refused to accept that I'm alive now after he went through all the
pain of losing me when I supposedly died, and now that I have you...  Well, I
guess I don't want to hurt him any more than I already have.  And like I said,
now I have you to love, and I really don't want anyone else anymore."

She had uncovered her breasts, and was actually absentmindedly tweaking one of
them while she filed all this away.  I was very tempted to reach out and tweak
the other one, but I knew that would have been the worst thing for me to do.

So instead I closed my eyes and put my mind on what I should show her first
about her own abilities, and after a few minutes I had forgotten all about my
horniness.

But when Jennifer started moving closer to me and I opened my eyes to see her
climbing on top of me, my dick went hard again and she felt it too.

"Promise me we never go any further than this," she said urgently while
straddling me still bare chested.

"I swear.  Once you know how, you can even command me never to."

"I don't think I'll have to do that," she said, lowering herself down and
covering my mouth with hers.

I think I was more turned on than surprised by her aggressive tongue, and for
the first time I wondered if Jennifer would go to far if I couldn't stop her.
We only kissed, but damn! Did we kiss!  But then after we had fulfilled our
needs, Jennifer simply scooted down a bit and rested with her bare chest
against my tummy and her head on my chest.

I stoked her head and part of her bare back as we rested like that in silence.
And as I had hoped, I soon felt her open a thought channel with me, and I heard
her peaceful thoughts while she slowly became aware of mine.

"Yes, I think I'm going to like this," she finally directly thought to me.  "To
be able to talk to you like this without anyone else hearing it.  It's just so
romantic."

"Then maybe it's time for you to learn how to open a thought channel like this
when you want it.  It's as good of a starting point as any other."

"Okay, but can we wait a little longer before we begin?  I'd like to enjoy it a
little longer."

"Sure, baby.  So...  What do you want to think about?"

"Well..  What other things will we be able to do together?"

"There are a lot of things I'd like to do with you, but they wouldn't work on
you.  Unless we find out your telepathy can actually work on yourself which is
very possible.  But lets see..  For sure, I want to take you mind hopping..
That's a lot fun.  We just go hopping into other people's minds and maybe doing
something in their bodies, then we hop into someone else's.

"And we also can share our memories and images with each other, not just
thoughts.  Uhm..  There's more, but they're kind of complicated and I don't
want to scare you with them."

"Will we be looking at your drawings sometime today?"

"Sure, if you like.  It will probably make them come back, though."

"I know.  But I have so many questions about them.  I just want to look at them
to straighten them out in my head."

"You really feel a pull to looking at them, don't you?"

"I guess so.  They just...  seem so interesting."

"Yeah.  They are, that's for sure.  Especially yours.  I've never told you
exactly what attracted me to you when I first met you because you could have
never understood it until now."

"Well?  What was it?"

"Two things, actually...  One was the purity of your heart.  You really are the
very sweet and kind... and gentle..  Everything about you feels... good."

"And the other?" she said, blushing.

"Your symbols are like no others I've ever seen before.  It's like...  Well,
they're all the same shape as everyone else's...  but they are so much more...
grand?   No..  Pure.  Everyone else including me have like symbols made out of
steel or wood or something like that.  They don't look that way, just that's
kind of how they feel to me compared to yours.  And yours..  Yours are made of
crystal.  Perfect and pure.  They are beautiful, Jennifer.  Just like
everything else about you.  You are the most perfect human being I've ever
known."

"I don't know what to say.  I'm perfect?  I'm not perfect.  I can't be
perfect."

"No, not perfect.  Just the most perfect person I've met.  And you're all mine
to love too."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

We must have repeated that a hundred times or more before we finally let our
thoughts go quiet, and soon I felt Jennifer fall asleep, the link closing all
by itself when she had.

My own mind wander after a bit, for I wasn't the least bit sleepy for some
reason.  It was cleaning day, so there was actually some staff in the house,
dusting and vacuuming, but staying clear of the part of the mansion we were in.

Just out of habit, I felt out the minds of the seven women who were happily
cleaning away with the enthusiasm of child with a new toy.  They were all so
happy, yet it felt so false to me even though it didn't to them.  Five of the
women were in their early twenties, the other two were close to thirty but not
yet there.  

One of my greatest worries concerning Jennifer's telepathy was how she would
view all this when she reached the point to where she would scan their minds
just out of curiosity like I knew she would.  My dad had thirty eight women and
eighteen men currently serving him, and all the women were dependant on getting
their master's cock at least once a month.

And then there was my mother.  When I first had come home from Mexico, I simply
accepted the fact both my parents had their own separate harem of slaves.  I
was surprised at how my mother's was considerably smaller than my father's, for
at the time she had only seven men and three women, five of the men only
attending her from eight to four five days a week and got paid for their time.
The women and two remaining men, however, lived in the north mansion just as
more than half of my father's harem did, and while they also got some pay, they
probably would never use it since they rarely left the mansion unless told to.

How would Jennifer take all this?  I expected her to accept it after a while,
but I knew she would be very upset when she found out.

The more I thought about it, the more my mother's return to her old ways
bothered me, especially after having witnessed her enslaving a guy who wasn't
much older that I was and had a girlfriend who he deeply loved.  That was
probably the thing that bothered me the most.  While she hadn't altered his
feelings for his girlfriend, the amount of time he would get to spend with her
was easily cut in half in order to be with my mom when she wished it.  I didn't
say anything to her about it, for I was applying the same rules of
noninterference that I had with my dad to my mom.

If that had happened a year earlier, I would have been deeply depressed by all
this, but now I was only worried, not depressed, and most of it concerned
Jennifer's reaction to it all.

By the time Jennifer woke up, we were both hungry, and after trying to talk her
into going topless while in my house, I lived with the compromise that she
hadn't put her bra back on before putting her shirt and jeans on.

While we ate in the kitchen, I kept feeling her concentrating attempting to
connect to my mind.  After seven or eight tries, she gave up with a sigh, then
asked me, "So, how did you learn how to listen to other people's thoughts?"

"Remember those blinds?  Well, I just imagined peeking out through them at
Joey, and it worked."

"Oh," she said, squinting her eyes.  "Well.. Tell me what you're thinking, and
maybe that will...."

I let my own grin grow as she smiled a cocky smile, for I knew she had done it,
and I had purposely been thinking about sucking her tits through her shirt.

"Maybe later," she thought to me with a little trouble.

I didn't mean to, but my mind flashed the thought of us showering together with
our underwear on.

"Sorry," I said out loud.  "It wasn't something I was seriously considering
or.."

I got cut off by her smile, for I saw she had actually liked the idea.

"Jennifer, we're not going to do that because if we did, I know I would lose
control.  Showering with people is very...  erotic to me.  You understand?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said a little disappointed.  But then she
perked up and asked, "So what's next?"

"Well, let's stick to the basics first.  Next thing I think would be memory
extraction.  That's when you have them recall specific memories for you to
read.  You can't actually access other people's memories directly, but it feels
like you are because...  Well, lets just get you to do it, then I'll tell you
how it actually works."

I had her focus her mind on mine, then called up the memory of Joey and I
racing around in the go-carts.  I only recalled a little bit of it, and waited
for her to query me on what happened next.  When she did, I simply ignored her,
and after several more queries, I felt her call the memories up herself.

"Did I do that?" she said when she detected I was feeling very pleased with
her.

"Yep.  Keep it up.  You don't have control over it yet, but you're getting
there."

We spent a couple of hours working on this, but she had it in her mind that it
was too complicated and we gave up when I felt her frustration get too high.

"Well, we can either try something else, or take a break from it all together,"
I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Can we go somewhere else?  The kitchen isn't exactly relaxing."

"Oh.. Yeah, sure.  I want to show you the study anyway...  HEY!  You cheated!"

"I'm sorry!" she giggled.  "I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Well, it's still not as good as seeing it live, so come on.  Now stop that," I
said as I felt her try to probe my memory for another image of the study.

"Are you going to teach me how to do that too?"

"What?  Oh, you mean how to block probes?  Yeah.  Not that you really need it
since probes don't work on you.  Don't worry about it.  You'll know everything
I know by the time we're done."

We watched some cartoons for a while, then I suggested her just experimenting
at trying to make me physically do something or changing the way I think
somehow.

"But what if I accidentally make you think you're a pig or something?" she
objected.

"You won't, because I won't let anything like that through.  Trust me.  I can
stop anything that might hurt me.  If I can hold off a dozen experienced
telepaths without breaking a sweat, I think I can handle an inexperienced gaa
gaa goo goo."

"Tim?  I'm sorry!" he said giggling again.

"Maana bea said, I wouldn't let anything through that would screw me up, but
I'll let anything harmless through."

"Oh.. Why did you undo it?  I kind of like you as a baby.."

Jennifer was able to get her abilities to do what she wanted pretty easily, but
she still wasn't in conscious control of it.  It was sort of hit or miss,
mostly hits, but three times I had to block her commands to prevent me getting
messed up.

I took her home for dinner, and stayed for dinner while she demonstrated what
she could do to Lee and their dad.

Mr. Higgs was right to be worried.  I had just gotten in bed around ten thirty
that night when Jennifer called crying that she had really messed Lea up.  She
was convinced I wouldn't be able to fix it because she had tried several times
but only made it worse, and because she was so upset, I raced back to her
house.  It took me three minutes to take the commands out of Lee's head, then
had to clear out her dad's head also for her subconscious had been pretty busy
that night.  They all agreed to my suggestion that I take her home with me and
that she should stay there until she could control her abilities which I said
shouldn't be more than a couple of days.

We didn't sleep in the same bed, mostly because she knew she wouldn't be able
to sleep with someone else in the bed with her.  I let her choose one of the
bedrooms close to mine and had a quick ceremony to make it officially
"Jennifer's room", then promptly went to bed in our own rooms.

Jennifer stayed at my place alone while I was at school that following day, and
the moment I got home, she surprised me by making me into her little baby for a
while.

Because I had constructed a fake personality around my true self, I was still
very much in control of my faculties and could override anything she did.  She
knew I had done this, for that's the only reason she had gone beyond just the
baby talk.  I had seen she had her heart set on playing mommy with me, so I let
her turn me into a toddler for a while.

I wasn't really paying attention to where she was walking me to, but when we
entered the room we had turned into a nursery for my brother's visits there, I
was a little surprised to see she had found the adult size diapers we had
gotten for..  er.. well... This one girl I had took interest in around the time
of the ring slaves really had this thing for, uhm, guys in diapers...  I never
actually got the chance to try them out with her, but I kept the diapers I had
bought just incase the opportunity arose again.

Anyway, at first I thought Jennifer was taking it a little too far, but the
thing that stopped me from objecting to her diapering me was the fact she felt
more comfortable being in control like that while getting to see my genitalia
for the first time, and close up too.

Jennifer was trying to cover up her nervousness by chattering away to me like
people do with babies.  She at first was going to have me get up on the
changing table, but I was simply too big so she stopped me halfway and had me
lay down on my back on the floor.

She struggled to remove my shirt while I happily played with the buttons on
hers, then finally got it off me after I pulled one off and started happily
slobbering on it.  She watched me for a few minutes until her confidence and
desire had grown enough to proceed, then she nervously undid my jeans and
nearly shrieked in surprise when I lifted my legs and butt up for her when she
started to pull them off.

Since my body was controlled by my fake baby personality, my dick stayed soft
while she pulled my jeans off the rest of the way and got down next to me on
her knees and took a few moments to look me over before she went any further.

Unfortunately, my baby self choked on her button about then, and for a few
moments I really was concerned I might choke to death on it.  But then with a
surge of fear and air I coughed it across the room, then proceeded to cry from
the scare.  Jennifer did her best to comfort me, and I ended up climbing into
her arms and straddling her in what would have been a very sexual way if it
hadn't been completely innocent.

She didn't flinch or anything when she felt my soft cock inside my undershorts
push up against her crotch, and as she calmed my baby self with soft words and
stroking hands, I found myself relaxing in the same way I did in my mother's
arms when I was upset.

We never did finish the diaper thing, for once I was limp in her arms, she
indicated she wanted to cuddle, and I knew she wanted to cuddle with the real
me, not the baby me.

Once we got down to the business at hand, we didn't really take any more cuddle
breaks until it was time to go to bed.  And then it was just a hug and kiss,
for we were both pretty tired from the struggle of the evening's lessons.

That's exactly what it was too.  A struggle.  I didn't understand why Jennifer
was having such a hard time with what I was showing her.  When my mom had shown
me, I had picked it up the moment she described it, but with Jennifer it was an
uphill battle all the way.  She still had problems even forming a two way
thought channel whenever she wasn't fully relaxed, and I was beginning to
wonder if I was doing something wrong.

After two more days of this, we both were very discouraged, for she still was
unconsciously using her abilities at random times.  Both her father and Higgs
were suggesting that my mother should spend the days with her, and reluctantly
I agreed.

Thursday evening when my mom arrived to spend the night, both Jennifer and my
mom tried to cheer me up.  I felt like I had failed, and quite frankly their
attempts just felt like they were rubbing it in even though I knew they
weren't.

I went to bed earlier than usual, but when I woke up the next morning, I felt
better.  I even crawled into my mom's bed to snuggle with her a while when I
realized I didn't have to worrying about being late since I didn't have to pick
Jennifer up for school like I usually did.

As usual, Richie interrupted our time together by announcing to the world he
was wet and hungry, so while my mom changed him, I checked on Jennifer.  I
found her trying to go back asleep after having been woken up by Richie's
squawking, so I entered the room as quietly as possible and slipped into the
bed with her, only startling her slightly.

"You feel better," she sighed, having probed me without even thinking about it.

"Yeah.  I guess I was just being selfish.  I wanted to show you everything
myself, but now I just want you to be happy.  I know you want to get back to
your dad and Lee, and even go back to school too, so if my mom can help you
where I couldn't, that's okay.  We still have lots of things we can do together
for the first time.  I love you, you know."

"I know...  I love you too," she said, turning herself to face me, then
exclaimed a "Ohhhh!" when her hand accidentally brushed against my bare semi
hard cock.

"You.. You don't have any..." she said nervously while pulling way slightly.

"Sorry," I said softly.  "I guess I forgot to put my shorts back on after I
cuddled with my mom."

"You...  You cuddle with your mom... naked?" she said, taken aback.

"Uhm, well... Yeah.  My mom and I like...  We just like going around nude in
our homes, and cuddling like that is the warmest, safest, most loving thing we
know.  I'll go.  I know this is making you uncomfortable," I said, crawling out
from under the sheets.

I was halfway to the door when she said, "Tim?  Wait?"

I stopped, but didn't turn around for she wasn't certain what she wanted.

"Uhm, Jennifer?  I think it would be best if I just went and got dressed for
school for now.  We have all day tomorrow and Sunday to...  do that sort of
stuff if you want to, okay?"

"Okay..." she said, uncertainly.

Despite everything, I couldn't keep my mind off of wondering what my mom and
Jennifer were doing while I was at school.  Man, had I wished I had flown Midge
to school that day, for I couldn't get home fast enough in the car for my
satisfaction.

When I got there, however, I found them playing cards at the kitchen table...
nude.

"Uhm, so how did it go?" I said, trying to keep my eyes off of Jennifer's
blushing face and other parts of her body.

"I'm afraid I haven't had any more luck than you have, honey," my mom said.
"We're just taking a break until you got home."

"Richie asleep?" I asked, giving my mom a happy kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, but I'm sure he'll be waking up any time now for his next meal."

"Tim?" Jennifer said very timidly.

"Yes, beautiful?" I said, finally letting my eyes take in her full nakedness.

"I, uhm...  Your mom...  Is this okay you think?"

"Only if you think it is," I said warmly.  "I never expected you to...  do
this, you know?"

"I know...  But do like... it?"

"Honey, I love it," I said, giving her every bit of love and happiness my face
could express without resorting to opening an empathic connection.  "Especially
since you did it for me."

"I'd do anything for you..." she admitted, while looking down and blushing
again.

"I know, I'd do anything for you too," I said finally moving towards her and
placing a kiss on her cheek like I had with my mom.

"I think I hear Richie crying," my mom said the next moment, then got up and
left the kitchen, both Jennifer and myself watching her leave.

"She's so..." Jennifer sighed.

"So are you, my love."

"You say that to be nice, but even Lee isn't..."

"Shhh.." I said gently.  "All that matters to me is that you wanted to do this
for me even when it wasn't comfortable for you to do.  That to me is much more
beautiful than something as meaningless as physical beauty.  And Jennifer?
Your body is very beautiful.  More beautiful than I ever imagined.  You should
be proud of it, not ashamed of it.  And in a couple of years, you'll have all
the curves my mom and Lee have too."

She moved her lips towards mine, so I greeted their embrace with tenderness and
enjoyed the loving kiss while it lasted.

After we broke it off, I pulled the chair next to her out and sat down beside
her facing her and said, "So...  would you like me to go natural too?  If you
do, I won't be upset if you want to put your clothes back on before I strip."

She rubbed her arms with her hands and pressed her legs together tightly, then
said, "Well, I am kind of cold.  Uhm, would it be okay if I just got dressed
and just wait until tomorrow morning for... you...  you know.  Show me?"

She had glanced down at my crotch twice nervously, and once at her own bare
crotch, so I smiled and said, "Your wish is my command.  I'll go grab my books
from the car while you do that, then we'll see what you feel like doing before
we head over to your house at five."

"Okay," she said jumping up, but then paused when she noticed my eyes had
locked onto her firey red crotch.

I looked up at her a moment, and seeing she was okay with my close inspection,
I did so without touching her one bit.  Well, I did touch her when I was
finished, but that was when I kissed her just above her pubic hair to signal I
was all done.

When I got back from the garage with my books, Jennifer was already dressed and
waiting for me, carefully watching my eyes to make sure I had noticed she
hadn't put her bra back on.

"Tim, can I see the drawings now?" she said, as I took her hand which she held
out to me and we started walking out of the kitchen.

"That's your decision.  You know what will probably happen, so I leave it up to
you."

"I want to.  Even if it makes me so dizzy I can't go see daddy and Lee, I still
want to."

"Okay," I said, a bit shocked.  "If you wanted to see them so bad, why have
waited until now to say so?"

"I wanted to be able to control the other stuff first, but after your mom
couldn't help me, I sort of...  I just don't know if I'll..."

"Don't say that.  You will, Jennifer.  Believe me, you will.  Heck, you've come
a long way since Monday.  I mean, you can make them do what you want them to do
pretty much, you just haven't made the connection in your mind yet of how you
do it.  It'll probably just come to you when you're not even trying to figure
it out."

"I hope so," she said wistfully.  Then when we reached the elevator and I
pressed the down button, she asked "Where are we going?"

"To the basement.  I put them in the vault just so you wouldn't accidentally
find them and goof yourself up while no one else was around."

"You hid them from me?" she laughed as we got in the elevator.  "All you had to
do is tell me where they were, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near them."

"I wasn't so sure you would resist the temptation if you got bored while I was
at school.  It gets pretty boring around here."

"Here?  You're kidding, right?  You have cable TV, an indoor swimming pool, and
tons of other stuff..."

"Yeah, but without someone else to enjoy it with, it's pretty boring after a
while," I said as the elevator doors opened and we stepped out into the rather
small room with a vault like door embedded in each of the other three walls.

"Wow...  I feel like we're in Fort Knox," she said as I went to the one to our
left and started spinning the dial.

"Heh.  Don't let the looks fool you.  There isn't any gold bars behind these
doors.  Just junk.  Shit.  I hate these locks," I said before spinning the dial
to clear it again to start over.

Jennifer waited patiently while I spun in the seven three digit numbers and
finally pulled the handle down and swung the heavy door open.

As the fluorescent lights flickered on automatically, I stepped inside and
entered the ten digit code to keep the door from closing and locking us in.

I handed one of the two familiar boxes to her while she stared down the long
stretch of shelves that were full of... Well, I consider it to be junk, but I
guess it was worth something to someone.  My dad had gone through a stage of
collecting antiques, but the only thing he had down there that I thought was
pretty cool was the B52 bomber and the model T automobile he had in the center
vault.  Considering that the doors were only about five foot tall and four foot
wide, he must have had those completely disassembled and then reassembled
inside the vault.  Heh.  It's a good thing too, for otherwise I know I would
have "borrowed the car" a couple of times by then.

After Jennifer got done gawking, I closed the vault up and we went back up to
the kitchen.

I had Jennifer sit down while I sorted through the drawings, then pulled out
what I figured would be the easiest for her to examine and was shocked to find
she wanted to start with the ones she had seen first.

"Are you sure?  I mean, do you want me to pull the pain one out so you don't.."

"No, that's okay.  It won't hurt me anymore because...  Well, I can see it in
my head all the time and it doesn't do anything, so why should the drawing?"

"Good point.  Okay.  Let me put these back first so I don't lose the order,
then I'll...  Uhm.." I paused as she got into the other box and pulled half of
them out to look through.

I kept my mouth shut, even though I really didn't want her to do that since she
could easily get them out of order, and just went back to putting the ones I
had in my hands away.

"Here we go," she said to herself.  "Yeah, I know I've seen this one.. and this
one.."

I sat there quietly watching her examine the drawings one by one carefully,
never having seen her so... absorbed into something like she was just then.  I
tuned out her mumbling after finding it just that... mumblings.  For a while I
just watched her face as it went through a seemingly never ending cycle of
first concentration, enlightenment, then a short period of doubt before a look
of confidence as she put it down and started examining the next one.

A while later, my mom came in the kitchen to make herself some coffee, and I
was temporarily distracted from Jennifer when I noticed the red marks about her
left breast and felt a craving for the contents of the right one.  I tried not
to be too obvious about it, but when my mom finished pouring herself a cup, she
noticed my glance, then smiled evilly as she added her fresh cream to her
coffee.

I must have made a sound in disappointment, for Jennifer looked up from her
drawings and without thinking about it probed me.

"Tim!" Jennifer gasped when she found my thoughts centered on my desire to suck
on my mother's right breast.

"Wha?" I said just as Jennifer's arm knocked the pile of drawings off the
table. 

"Ack!" I cried as they scattered across the kitchen floor.

"Opps.." Jennifer said timidly.  "I'm sorry.  I'll pick them up."

"But..." I began, but figured what was the use.  What was done was done, and it
would be good practice for me to sort through them and put them in...

My attention was diverted by Jennifer's scrambling across the floor carefully
selecting them instead of just gathering them up into a pile.  I watched her,
trying to figure out why she was doing so, then noticed she seemed to be
looking for one she couldn't find.

"What are looking for?" I asked finally.

"I'm looking for shiver.  I don't see it anywhere."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?  I'm putting back in order.  That's what you wanted,
isn't it?"

"You mean you remember what order they were in?"

"Well, yeah..  I mean they were just in order by their sensory grouping.  Oh,
and why did you guys put drool in with these?  It's not a sensory symbol.  It's
a reactionary symbol."

"What?" I said in surprise as she spotted a drawing hiding under the fridge.

"There you are," she said as she examined that drawing.  Then as she returned
to finish cleaning up the mess, she said to me, "You know, you could help.  It
was sort of your fault."

"Jennifer, you mean you can just... look at them and know what they are without
having to... uhm... feel them out?"

"Feel them out?  Well, I guess I feel them out.  I mean, I look at it, and I
sort of feel what it means.  Why?"

"It's just..  Well, how long does it take you?"

"How long?  I don't know...  What do you mean how long.  You sat there and
watched me the whole time!"

"Yeah, but... Well, like right now, you're just picking them up with only
glancing at them, and... Well..  I mean I can't even do that!"

"You can't?" she said, truly surprised.

"No...  I know a few of them on sight, but the rest...  Well, I always have to
like.. construct it in my mind and test it out on myself to see.  Well, that's
the easiest way for me anyway.  I can feel them out too, but it takes me a few
minutes to... What?"

"I can see them... All around your head...  I can see them so clearly now, not
like before..." she whispered in awe.

"Are you dizzy?  Do you need me to help you sit down?"

"No... I'm not dizzy at all.  Tim...  You were right.  They are beautiful," she
said in a very relaxed and gentle voice.  "They're the most... beautiful things
I've ever seen."

"Jennifer, stay with me.  Don't start ignoring your other senses completely,
okay?"

"Okay.  I won't," she said as her empty stare and expression took on some life
once more.

"Honey?  I know how much you want to lose yourself into watching them, but it's
getting close to time to leave if we're going to go visit your dad and Lee.  Do
you think you..."

"Call them?  Tell them I'll see them tomorrow?  Tell them I'm sorry, but I just
can't...  Tim, they make so much sense to me.  I can't stop now..  I just
can't."

"I understand," I said honestly.  "I'll call and tell them.  But Jennifer,
promise me you'll tell me everything you learn, everything you understand so I
know what's going on?"

"I promise," she said, focusing her eyes on me and smiling.  "Thank you for
giving me this.."

I was about to tell her I hadn't given her anything that she hadn't already
have, but her eyes and expression told me she wasn't listening anymore, so I
sighed and left her standing there while I made my phone call.

Mr. Corrigan was rather upset about it, and even demanded to speak to Jennifer
otherwise he would come over to see her in person.  I had a heck of a time
convincing Jennifer that it was serious and that she needed to talk to him on
the phone, but once she heard the desperation in his voice, she focused on what
he was saying, and even sounded like her normal self as she spoke.

When she handed the phone back to me, she actually was concerned enough about
her dad that it took nearly thirty seconds before she noticed the streams of
symbols going around my mind and her expression went blank as she focused
herself entirely on her newest sense.

"Will she be okay?" Mr. Corrigan asked me.  "She sounded so...  distant."

"Trust me, Mr. C.  I went through the same thing, and Jennifer is handling it a
lot better than I did.  A lot better.  Her just talking to you like that...
You should be proud of her, Mr. C.  Really really proud of her."

"Well..." he said before a lengthy pause.  "Would it be all right if Lee and I
came over there to see her?"

"I'll let you decide that, but let me explain what she's going to be like if
you do.  Right now she's totally lost herself in her new senses, and I expect
her to be like that for a while.  Right now she standing here like a zombie,
and it just might upset you guys more to see her like this.  She'll snap out of
it though, although I don't know how long that will take.  But she promised me
she would keep me updated on what she's doing and won't ignore me if I try to
contact her.  Well, anyway, like I said.  It's your decision, but I don't think
you're going to see much if you did come over."

He didn't say anything at first, but I heard Lee ask him softly, "Well?" before
he sighed and said, "Tell Jennifer we love her, and we'll see her tomorrow for
sure.  Can you get that through to her?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I can, and I know she loves you guys too.  Oh, any idea what
time tomorrow?"

"Well, I think that will be up to Jennifer, don't you?  We can come at any
time.  Just give us a call and we'll be there within an hour."

"Yeah, you're right.  Don't worry, Mr. C.  I'll take good care of her.  We'll
see you tomorrow.."

"I know you will.  Goodbye."

Man, did I feel bad.  Even if I hadn't been empathic, I would have known how
upset he was from the way his voice sounded right before he hung up.  My
empathic senses had told me he was feeling helpless, and it was a lot like how
he had felt when his wife was dying right before his eyes.  I knew he had cut
the conversation off short because he was about to cry, but I was comforted by
the fact I knew Lee was there and that she had become very much the woman of
the house.

Despite her promise, Jennifer had completely cut herself off from her other
senses, so all I could do was pick her up and carry her to her room.  I don't
know when my mom had left the kitchen, but she hadn't been in there when
Jennifer began seeing the symbols, so once I had made Jennifer as comfortable
as I could on her bed, I went to find her and told her what happened.

My mom advised me to put one of those diapers on Jennifer after remembering
that I had wet my pants at some time before they had removed my clothes at the
hospital.  She offered to do it herself if I wanted her to, but I said no
thanks, that I would do it.

I helped my mom get her and Richie's things together, for she was going back to
the North mansion for the weekend.  She tried to talk me into going with her,
naturally bringing Jennifer with us, but I explained I didn't think Jennifer
was ready to experience that yet, and I knew her folks weren't for sure.

Once they had left, I grabbed some of the adult diapers from the nursery, then
tenderly undressed Jennifer's limp body and then powdered and sealed the diaper
around her.

Seeing there wasn't anything else to do, I jumped into the shower, then slipped
into bed beside her, and laid there for over an hour just holding her against
me, enjoying the feel of being nude in bed with my love.

I fixed myself some dinner, making two servings just incase Jennifer came out
of her trance and wanted to eat.  After eating my meal and doing a few things
around the house, I slipped back into bed with her and stroked her hair
lovingly for as long as I could hold my eyes open.

I awoke around eleven that night when Jennifer's body stirred, then after
checking her thoughts and finding them to be asleep, I just cuddle up to her
even more and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up feeling Jennifer's startled surprise, and I
immediately said, "I didn't want to take the chance of you wetting the bed."

"It's a good thing too," she said sheepishly before noticing my hard on raising
up the sheet.

"How do you feel?" I said, finally opening my eyes and looking at her as she
averted her eyes from the tent in the bed.

"I feel...  Good," she said, turning a little red as she stretched.  "What time
is it?"

"Almost seven," I said offhandedly.  "Jennifer, do you still see the symbols?"

"Yes," she said as she smiled sweetly at me.

"But you're not..."

"What?  A zombie?" she giggled.  "I heard every word you said to daddy, and I
sort of remember you undressing me too.  When I woke up a minute ago, I just
didn't feel like messing with them yet.  I'm hungry, by the way.  What's for
dinner?"

"Uhm.. Heh.. You mean what's for breakfast.  It's seven in the morning, not in
the evening."

"Really?" she said, shocked.  "No wonder I wet my... diaper," she giggled.

"Heh..  I think it's kind of ironic that you end up wearing 'em and not me," I
said, smiling like a fool in love.

She giggled, then giggled again for no apparent reason.  I watched her as her
face glowed with the beauty of her joy and happiness, and ended up chuckling a
bit myself from her bubbly giggles.

"What would you like for breakfast?" I said after slipping my arm under her
neck and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh I don't care.  I'm just really.." she paused, startled by her thigh having
felt my semi hard on brush against it.

She looked in my eyes and said with complete awareness of the double meaning,
"Hungry..."

I smiled, then just kissed the tip of her nose before slipping out of the bed
and walking out the door saying, "You stay right there.  I'll be back with our
breakfast shortly, and then we'll both satisfy our hunger.."

I never cooked so fast, and I wasn't rushing or anything.  I just was
incredibly light on my feet and felt so coordinated that I literally was
dancing as I made our eggs, waffles, bacon and sausage.

When I returned to her room, I was a little disappointed to find she was in the
shower.  But I didn't have to wait very long, and when she came out with her
hair all wet and her body all nice and fresh, I could barely contain myself as
she carefully slipped herself under the tray and gave me a kiss before starting
to eat.

I guess I was pretty distracted by watching her eat because she finished before
I did, and after she laid down and sighed happily with her eyes shut, I decided
my other hunger was greater than my appetite, and quickly removed the trays
from the bed and laid down beside her and sighed just as she had done.

"Tim?"

"Yeah Jennifer?"

"Lee says I'm supposed to want to give you a...  What is called?  When you suck
on a guys dick?"

"A blow job?" I said, my dick making a very noticeable twitch.

"Yeah, a blow job.  She said that only prudes don't like giving boys blow
jobs."

"Prudes?  Heheheh...  Why?  You think you're a prude?"

"Don't laugh..." she said, laughing herself.  "I know she's just trying to talk
me into it because...  Well, because she's Lee and she wants me to do things
like her, I guess.  What I want to know is, do you want me to?"

"What, give me head?  Jennifer, you do what you want to do.  That's what I
want."

"You sure?  Because I really don't want to, but I know you're finding it hard
to... keep your promise."

"Well, to tell you the truth, a blow job would only make me want another, and
after a while I'd probably just get tired of them and want to do something even
more.  Just forget about it.  I've had enough blow jobs in my life to last me
three life times, but I'll only have one Jennifer.  And us laying here in bed
nude like this I think proves that you're not a prude."

"I can't believe I'm not... all tense and stuff," she admitted.

"I'm glad you're not.  But you have to admit you're not really relaxed as you
could be."

"I know.  But if I sit up and look at it, I'm afraid I might just..."

"What?"

"That I might just want to give you a blow job.  You know, just for a few
moments want to, then try it and..."

"That won't happen, and you know it.  And if it makes you feel any better, I
won't let you do it if you try, okay?"

"Yeah, okay.  Well... here I go.." she said, sitting up.

Three seconds later, she laid right back down with a "fump", and I turned to
find her staring at the ceiling with a nervous smile painted on her pursed
lips.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I didn't want to give you a blow job..." she said with some strain.

"Then what?"

"I don't know, but it made me feel all... hot all over."

"So?  What's wrong with that?"

"But it also made me feel...  Tingly down there."

"Yeah? So?"

"I haven't felt that since I stopped watching Lee and...  But this was a lot
stronger and I..."

"Come on, Jennifer.  So it makes you horny looking at it.  So?  We both know
we're not going to do anything beyond look and maybe a little feel.  You didn't
want to suck it, did you?"

"Well, no, not exactly," she admitted.

"Then what exactly?"

"I wanted... I mean, I felt like I wanted...  to...  put it in me."

"Oh.  You mean you felt like you wanted to...  pardon my french, but fuck it?"

"Yes, exactly.  I wanted to do that, and I almost touched myself, and...  Look,
can we do something else?  This isn't good for me."

"It made you wet, didn't it?"

"I think I'll just go and get dressed now," she said, moving away from me to
get out of bed.

I gently took a hold of her arm and prevented her from getting out of bed,
which she didn't really fight at all.

"Looking at my cock, hearing me talk about fucking and thinking of sucking my
cock...  These things make you wet, don't they?"

"Tim, I don't want to..."

"The make you wet, don't they?!"

"Yes!  Alright! Yes.  They make me wet!" she said desperately without looking
at me.

"And you feel bad that they do?"

"Yes.  My mom... She'd.."

"Jennifer," I sighed, sitting up and using both hands to make her face me.
"You know that getting wet simply means you're sexually aroused.  What's wrong
with that?"

"My mom... When she found Lee having sex in her bed, Mommy said all sorts of
things, talking about how much of a slut Lee was, that she would get wet at...
at..."

"Oh, honey," I said, wiping her tear from her cheek.  "Your mom was upset, and
wasn't thinking very straight.  Just because you get wet about sexual things
doesn't make you a slut.  You know that."

"It doesn't?  Then what does?"

"Shit, Jennifer.  Uhm, I guess it's a girl or woman who will have sex with
anyone because they love the physical pleasure it gives them.  You're not a
slut.  Lee...  Well, yeah, I guess your mom was right in calling her one, but
you're not.  You could never be a slut because you'll probably only have sex
with one person in your life.  Hopefully that will be me, but it might not be,
and that's okay."

"No it isn't.  I want you to be my only one.  I just wish...  Tim, are you?"

"What?  A slut?  Heh.  Well, I admit I've had my share of sex, but I don't have
sex with just anyone.  Didn't I mean."

"Okay..." she sighed.  "So I'm not dirty if I get wet.  Okay.  I guess I
can..."

She sat up and stared at my soft dick for a few moments, then said, "Can you
make it... You know... bigger again?"

"You wish..." I said as my cock responded to her request on its own.

"Doesn't it hurt when it get big like that?" she said, barely daring to
breathe.

"Actually, it feels good.  <sigh> You know, if you weren't immune to it, I
could do a two way with you and let you feel what it feels like."

"Really?" she said as she moved to examine it more closely.  "So you've felt
what it's like to be a girl too?"

"Yeah.  It's not really all that different, but it is different, and it's
really neat to feel it.  Uhm, Jennifer...  You know, you can touch it if you
want."

"I don't think I want to just yet.  Maybe...  Maybe another time, though.  I
don't want to go any further than this for now.  Is that okay?" she said,
looking up at my face.

"Yeah, I can handle that I guess.  Hmm.. Come to think of it, all I'll want to
do if you do touch it is to touch you down there, and then I know I'll end up
eating you out."

"That's gross!" she said seriously.  "Why would you want to do something like
that?"

"Well?  Why would anyone what to suck a cock?"

"That's different," she said, sounding a little unsure of herself as she said
it.

"How?"

"Well, it just is, that's all.  Your dick isn't inside you, it's on the
outside."

"So?  Our mouths are on the insides, and we've both explored each other's with
our tongues."

"It smells funny," she said, trying to change the topic.

"To you maybe," I said as she bent over further and examined my balls, exposing
her little red rose to my eyes for the very first time.

"What was that?" she said, noticing my dick having jumped.  "Hey, it's...
crying or drooling."

"It does that when it gets excited about something," I said, wishing she'd go
back to looking at my family jewels.  

"Looks like I'm not the only one who gets wet," she teased.

"Well, let's see," I said, unable to resist sliding my finger across her slit
and feeling the moisture there.

She had froze when I had done that, but when I brought that finger up to taste
the nector it had collected, she immediately got off the bed and ran into the
bathroom like a scared rabbit ducking for cover.

"Shit," I said to myself as the bathroom door quietly shut and locked.  I look
at my finger a moment, then went ahead and finished putting it in my mouth, and
then sighed unhappily for it's taste was extremely arousing to my sex deprived
brain.

After I felt her out with my empathic senses, I knew that I had blown my
chances and that we wouldn't be laying nude in the bed together any time soon.
So I left and got dressed, my poor neglected buddy shriveling up before having
to go back into his cave to stay.

She was still in the bathroom when I went back to get the dishes, so I told her
I was dressed and suggested that it might be a good time for her dad and sister
to come.

After getting no response, I reached out to her mind and found her deep into
her new sense again, so I just took care of the dishes and then unlocked the
bathroom door.

She was sitting on the toilet, apparently not wishing to wet herself while she
was in her trance, but from what I could tell she would have still made a mess
if she did go.

So I just diapered her and put her back in her bed, leaving her alone because I
knew she would have been upset if I had done anything beyond that.

I spent a couple of hours copying some of the drawings for Joey, but ended up
drawing pencil sketches of Jennifer, a couple of them of her in the nude.  They
weren't sexual really.  I was trying to capture the beauty I saw about her
body.  But they ended up looking sexually inviting rather than sensually
pleasing, and since I already had blue balls, I gave in and jerked myself off
to the more erotic looking one of the three.

Shit, did I come.  I mean, that had been the first time I had jerked off for a
long time, and it had really had felt... good.  I must have sat there with my
cum dripping off my face and hands for at least fifteen minutes before snapping
out of my post orgasm daze and realize Jennifer had watched me from the door.

I don't know why, but neither of us said anything, or acted like anything had
happened.  I changed shirts since I had cum splattered all over the one I had
been wearing, then went to look for her, finding her on the phone talking to
her dad and Lee.

That evening after her family left, I was surprised when Jennifer wrapped her
arms around me from behind and gave me a nice long hug as I was finishing the
dishes from dinner.

"Tim?  You know what I want the most for my birthday next week?"

"No... What?" I said, turning around to take her in my arms when she had let me
go.

"I'd like...  For us to shower together, touch each other, but only if you
think you can do it without...  You know..."

"I won't, honey.  I'm sorry I did that.  It won't happen again.  I've even made
myself unable to."

"Really?  So if I did... This?" she said pressing her hand against my crotch.

"Well.. I didn't mean.." I said before letting out a grunt of pleasure as she
fondle it through my pants.

She let go with a wicked grin, then she said, "There.  That makes us even."

I had to smile back at her, then leaned forward to kiss her, but was stopped by
her hand.

"Do me a favor tomorrow?" she said when I pulled back.

"Uhm, yeah.  Sure.  What?"

"After breakfast, you go and have some fun with Joey or Brad or someone while
I'm being a zombie?  I don't think staring at me all day is very good for you.
I promise I'll be fine, and tomorrow night I'll have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?  What kind of surprise?"

"Now have you ever told me what kind of surprise you were planning for me?"

"No..  But this is different."

"Not to me it isn't," she sang.  "So how about it?"

"What can I say but yes?  I'll call Joey in the morning.  He's been trying to
get me to go out with him for weeks now you know."

"Good.  Okay... You may continue," she said, tilting her head and closing her
eyes with a smile on her face, waiting for my kiss.

As I bent down to kiss her, I suddenly realized...  This wasn't the shy
unassuming little girl I had fallen in love with three months ago.  There
before me was...  Well, she wasn't a woman yet, but I knew that she was
starting to bloom into the woman she was destined to be.  And the fact that she
had enough confidence in herself to actually somewhat blackmail me into doing
what she felt best for both of us proved it to me.

I kissed her, but for the first time I didn't kiss her like she was a fragile
child like I always had.  The difference was how I held her in my arms.  It's a
bit hard to explain, but the significant part of it was I didn't hold on so
tight that all she had to do was kiss.  This time she had to hold on to me as
well, and it was more satisfying for both of us this way.

I went to bed that night feeling content with myself and my life, yet excited
about what the next day would contain.  I hoped it would be full of surprises
and pleasure for everyone I spent it with, and it just so happens I was right,
just entirely in a different way.
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