Beth Anderson was just too spooky for words. She transferred into our High School in the middle of October and seemed to be watching me closely from day one.
All right, so I liked her attention; she was a knock-out. Tall, black, short curly hair, thin, well-shaped buttocks, small pert breasts... A senior who seemed interested in me, a junior.
I'm such a pasty white boy compared to her.
She had quickly developed a reputation of arrogance as she turned down every attempt of various guys trying to hit on her-- regardless of race, jockishness or reputation.
I'm no jock but the jocks heard something I hadn't: that Beth found me attractive. I was getting to pay for her rejection of the BMOCs by "having accidents" in the hallway between classes.
None of the other students witnessing my being slammed into a wall came forward; few students, male or female, would be willing to take the wrath of a pissed-off football player... because the team tended to hang together.
It was the first week of November that she pulled me aside and told me "You will follow me home. Understood?"
All right, I was afraid of her; being around her in any way would build up the jock's resentments against me and I often felt that she was making a target out of me. My fear spoke but something in her voice spoke harder.
Despite my fears, despite logic... despite common sense... I followed her home, driving my beater carefully to keep from losing sight of her in her Miata.
She lived outside town and I was soon following her along a winding tree-lined driveway to a big farmhouse. When she parked I pulled in behind her car. I was very impressed by the three other cars parked there, all much nicer than my mom or I had seen since my dad had died.
As we walked up to the door a girl not much older than Beth opened the door and watched us. I was introduced to Paula.
Beth again told me to follow her and led me up the stairs to what was obviously a bedroom.
Now I've never felt like this much of an idiot; she'd been the first girl who'd given me a first look, much less a second. I'm a geek, a nerd, not particularly noticeable in a crowd and able to vanish into the background, even blank walls.
So I was confused as I did everything she told me to do. I couldn't figure out why I did as told; it was like I could not say no. Admittedly... it's a little hard for a teenage boy to say "no" to a beautiful girl.
I undressed, as requested. Uh-huh, yes, everything. Taking off my shoes and socks, peeling off my shirt and undershirt showing her my wimpy chest. I would occasionally stop and look to her for confirmation that she wasn't laughing at me but it was like I couldn't stop doing as she'd told me. Every step of the way I figured she'd burst into laughter but she didn't. I still has some fear of a humiliating ritual.
I'd popped a woodie before my pants were unzipped; she'd peeled off her top. There was no brassiere to block my view of my first live breasts. My breath caught in my throat.
Pictures don't do breasts like these justice. Actually, I am starting to believe that no picture can do any breasts justice. My mouth was watering as my pants dropped.
The moment of truth; next off would be the last item: my jockey shorts.
She beat me to it, dropping her skirt and showing a singular lack of panties. She was now naked in front of me and had the look of what I hoped was contentment.
Owwww... My hard dick was hurting .
With shaking hands I dropped my underpants to the floor, expecting someone to jump out and laugh at me, but all that happened was that Beth looked carefully over my erection while I watched her face. She looked happy somehow; I could almost feel that she was happy with what she was seeing.
That's when two other girls I've gone to school with walked into the room and my heart stopped, expecting a set-up to laugh at me. I didn't hear any laughter, which allowed me to relax again, even as Beth told me to calm down.
I'd not previously noticed that there were two queen-sized beds in the room; I'd been solely focussing on Beth, so I was very startled as these two girls, obviously twins, had walked in and looked me up and down.
Any virgin male will likely tell you that this would be a very scary moment as he'd expect derisive laughter. I was scared, waiting for them to laugh... and my erection faded.
Bethany snapped at these two girls: "Say something nice to him about his cock, will you? He's scared of you!"
Now I know of these two sophomores, Kimmy and Cammy; they were well-known cock-teasers in the school. I did not expect them to look at me more closely and say, in unison, "Bobby, that's a really nice dick, it looked really good when it was hard. As soon as Beth and you finish making love, do you think you can make love to each of us with it, too?"
I know my brow furrowed because I was shown the tape later on (I'd not noticed that Paula had a small video camera); at the moment this didn't make sense. I figured they were just teasing... then they both undressed themselves.
All of a sudden I had three beautiful girls to look at but my eyes were drawn to Beth's shape, her eyes, her body. She pointed at the bed and told me "Now lay down on my bed."
So I did, tucking myself under the covers, curling up as if going to sleep. This position was obviously not what Beth was looking for so she told me to roll onto my back as she pulled the covers off of me, exposing my erection which now stood straight up.
Well, my erection didn't stay exposed long before Beth covered it again... with herself.
With the "loss" of virginity came the realization that it was reasonable that I'd never felt anything so wonderful in my life. My hands, seemingly of their own accord, pulled her face down to me for a kiss.
For a virgin the experience is so new that you try to pay attention to everything. This is not easy when there's so much to pay attention to.
I had a woman on top of me who'd taken over the image of "dream girl" as soon as I'd first laid eyes on her, my hands kept trying to touch her breasts but kept moving to her hips, to her back for some scratches and squeezes and then back to her breasts.
Being my first time there was little choice for me; I tried to slam myself into her deeper and came all too quickly. My dick, firing shot after shot of my sticky semen into her suddenly clutching depths, took me by some surprise.
My lover Beth cried out as well... and I felt very, very horny and hard, still, so I took over by rolling us over and started to pound away at her wet and spasming pussy.
I've heard that the second round should take longer to re-charge but this time it didn't; she cried out again and the next thing I knew was that I was coming again, my penis trying to spray more of my seed into her.
As part of this orgasm I felt strange... like I wasn't just me any more, that I was surrounded by others, all of which were reflecting my orgasm back to me.
That being said I knew a lot more than I'd ever known before. I knew I wasn't "just me" any more, that I'd been awakened to full activation as a telepath, a teep and that Bethany had gotten a jump in "strength" as a teep.
Along with this I fell into the "network" of teeps living in this household; Kimmy and Cammie were warmly passing feelings and thoughts with the rest of us, commenting on me as a teep and a "good guy", glad that Beth was in the right place to pull me in.
Beth smiled at me running a warm sensation up and down my spine and, incidentally, getting me hard again. "Bobby, you need to make love to Kimmy and Cammie so they can recharge. Then Paula, my mom and the rest of the women in the house."
In my head I heard a lot of voices telling me that they looked forward to having a "man" in the house again, hoping I'd be happy with them. My concern for my mother was seen and I was told she'd be brought into the family, with the comment "we hope you don't have too strong an incest taboo".
Well... my mom and I moved from the apartment we'd had to move to when her paycheck wouldn't cover the mortgage on the house they'd had when I was born. I got over the incest issue after having every woman I'd brought up to their full strength as a teep encourage the process in the middle of the living room, my mother confused given how they'd told her to have sex with me.
All right, so it's very nice that a latent telepath will take almost any orders from an active telepath; without my mom being told to not merely let me have sex with her but to encourage me to do, I'd have likely gone limp.
I'm told that all just-activated teeps are thankful to the person who jump-started them; my mother was no exception. Nor was I. My bond to Beth seemed closest of all of those I was networked with.
It was two months later that I'd realized that some secrets can be kept within a famility of telepaths; I was very surprised to find out that both Beth and Paula were pregnant and that Beth had chosen to wait for herself to be ovulating before she'd brought me into the family. The main reason that they'd been able to keep me from seeing this was that, as a teen-age boy, I was still quite self-centered and had sex on my brain.
The sudden gift of telepathy made other changes to my life.
At school I might not have been a "stud" but having five of my female classmates hovering around me provided enough cover, giving us all the opportunity to corner some of the jocks that tried to push me around and arrange for them to be witnessed harassing students.
Having my Math teacher in my teep family was strange but she made sure I learned Math. It was funny how much less of a drag it became. Even though Allison was fifty five, I'd be sleeping with her too, just to keep her telepathic abilities at "full strength". Her regular lover, Gillian, was one of the girl's gym teachers.
So my life improved. My sex life had certainly improved, simply by existing. My grades improved, too, because I could pay better attention and get some benefits when a class-mate would get a revelation in class; being able to capture the sense of discovery can go a long way to help one in learning.
I had a lot less trouble concentrating on my schoolwork, but I can't claim telepathy as the benefactor; I believed my level of sexual activity helped me most.
It's been quite a few years and three different families I have been rotated through... and I'm glad that Beth chose to bring me in. Whenever I move to another family she comes with me; it's been a long time since I didn't see her as literally half of me.
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