"Good morning, LeAnne," I said as I walked up to our private room and found her waiting outside the door.
"Good morning," she echoed. "You wanted to talk to me about something... Could you remind me what about?"
"Sure," I said unlocking the door. "But first, come on in and get comfortable. I've excused you from all your classes today, and I've had the class officers meeting rescheduled for next week."
She stood at the door giving me quite a probing stare, quickly coming to the conclusion I was serious, and that she didn't want to have anything to do with it.
"Whatever you wanted to talk to me about will have to wait. You had no right to.."
I looked in her eyes and said, "Remember.. after school you were driving home feeling that loneliness overtake you... Remember... Fine road, that curve, that tree... You would have killed yourself if I hadn't stopped you.."
The color in her face slowly returned as I led her to the lazy boy and handed her a glass of a clear juice that my father had recently come across. Apart from its tingly pleasant taste and clear appearance, there was nothing unusual about the juice.
"Feel better?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
Again, her eyes appeared to probe for my intentions, so I gave her a little help by making eye contact and forming an empathic connection. Her eyes went wide for a moment as she felt my presence, but she quickly took advantage of the situation and attempted to feel out any malice or deception.
When she had finished her probe, I closed the connection and repeated, "Feel better?"
"A little," she said softly. Then in a stronger voice she said, "What was that?"
This time it was my turn to give her a probing look. Of course the look was only for show since I knew exactly what she was thinking at all times. But she had expected it, and I didn't want her to freak out. But then I probably couldn't freak her out, so I decided the best thing to do was to tell her the truth.
"I'm empathic. I can share my feelings with others, and feel what others are feeling too."
"Empathic.. If I remember correctly, empaths are supposed to be mute, and have the ability to heal others by transferring the injury to their own body where they heal it at a greater rate than others could. If you can talk, then I suppose you can't heal others."
"Huh.. I didn't know any of that. I do know of two empaths that are a lot stronger than I am, and they're mutes. And when Joey and I form a share link, you could say we can heal each other or anyone else we add to the link, but we've never tried it with scrapes and bruises."
LeAnne's mind began forming questions in a logical format, already forgetting the purpose of what I had asked her here for. But as the first question started to form on her lips, the bell rang, reminding her she was missing class for a reason.
"So I take it you are going to play psychologist and try to figure out what is wrong with me?"
"Nope. I already know what's wrong with you."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"I'll tell you if you really want me too, but you won't accept my.. er.. diagnosis. I would rather just show you."
"Show me? I want to know first, then if you can explain why, you can show me."
I sighed and sat back in the chair I was sitting in.
"I can't explain it to you without showing it to you. You just wouldn't believe me or understand it any other way. And I would prefer showing you the why before telling you the what."
"Tell me the what, and the how, then if I don't think you are trying to pull something, I'll let you show me the why even if I don't believe the what."
I told her, and as expected she didn't believe me. And when I told her the how, she got a bit upset.
"HYPNOTIZE ME?!?"
"I only want to give you some experiences that you never actually had that involve having a good friend. That's all."
"THAT'S ALL?!? You have to be nuts to think I'd fall for that. First of all, you couldn't hypnotize me. I studied hypnosis and know you wouldn't be able to put be into a trance without my cooperation. And I'm not going to cooperate."
"Why not?"
"Because you're a male, and as I understand, you are very.. active sexually. I'm not going to be tricked into something.. primitive."
"You're wrong. You know why? Because I don't find you attractive. Good enough reason for you?"
"No. Males instinctively will try and take advantage of a female no matter what they look like."
"Okay. So what makes you think I couldn't take advantage of you right this moment?"
"Lay a finger on me and I'll break your arm," she said cold and serious.
"LeAnne, I'm not interested in anything but helping you. Really. Let me give you a hypothetical situation. If I could make you take off your shoes and throw them out the window without you realizing it, would you then believe that I could also make you do something like take your clothes off?"
"That is ridiculous. You couldn't do it."
"But do you believe if I had you throw your shoes out the window, making you have to go barefoot the rest of the day, do you think I could equally make you strip?"
"Maybe. But I doubt it."
"What about if you threw your bra out along with your shoes?"
"I really don't like what you're suggesting, hypothetical as it maybe. And none of this is relevant to.."
"So if I could do that to you, what would stop me from doing that or even going further with you?"
"I'm not going to put up with this any longer. If you don't have anything else to.." she said before someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," I said.
"Uhm, do these belong to someone in here?" Mr. Carlton, a history teacher asked holding up a pair of shoes.
LeAnne's just stared at her shoes in his hand, afraid to look down at her feet which she could tell were bare. But when a janitor appeared behind Mr. Carlton holding a bra, she gave out a small shriek and felt her braless chest through her top.
I thanked the delivery boys when I took their parcels and sent them back on their way. I felt LeAnne's probing eyes on me again before I turned around to hand them to her, but when we made eye contact she dropped her gaze immediately.
Her hand was shaking a little when she reached out to take back her property, so I said, "I didn't mean to frighten you. Do you understand that I could have just as easily made you have sex with me without you ever knowing it?"
"Who says you haven't already?" She said shakily.
"I do," I sighed. "Now think about it. Why would I go through all this trouble just to trick you while you're hypnotized. And there... Now you can remember taking off your shoes and bra and throwing them out the window."
She recalled the events, finding some assurance when she realized I had made her remove her bra under the cover of her loose fitting top. I hadn't seen anything I shouldn't have.
After twenty or so minutes convincing her I wasn't trying to trick her, she finally agreed. No sooner than she gave me her permission, I used my empathic power to lower her into a deep hypnotic trance.
I took her back to the earliest memory fragment, then took her back even further to her time of birth. She had no memory of this event of course, but it was a simple matter of using our combined knowledge and imagination to create the images and sounds of emerging from her mother's birth canal into the world of the living.
The week before, my mother and I were at the hospital waiting for her test results concerning her options of having another baby. A woman in labor was rushed past us, and my mother had suggested that I use my telepathic abilities to experience what it was like to be born.
I used that knowledge to give LeAnne as accurate of a memory as possible of her own birth. The experience wasn't necessarily a wonderful one, but it gave me a different view on life, and I figured it would help her do the same.
I used her memories of photographs to reconstruct her toddler years. Her memories didn't contain any physical affection from her parents, but there was a lot of love and support, and I fudged a bit by using some of her memories of her parents with her younger sister during her sister's infant years.
All of this was just to give her a better background before I entered the picture myself.
I sought out memories of her playmates as a child, finding she hadn't had many since her family had lived in a remote area in Arizona. But the few I did find, I managed to convince her to imagine myself as a little boy playing with her along side her other friends. I planted my presence throughout her childhood without making me stand out or adding any other experiences.
When we reached her family making their move the summer before her freshman year, I stopped adding my image to her memories and brought her out of her trance.
"Did you do it?" she asked after sitting up. "What did you do anyway?"
"Just trust me, okay? How do you feel?"
"I'm fine. I.." she started.
"What?" I asked, faking concern.
"I just realized you remind me of someone I used to know," she said concentrating on my face.
"Really? Who?"
"I'm not really sure. He was always around where I grew up, but I don't remember his name. He used to always play in the sand box with me, but we never really.. What?"
"I just had the same feeling you had. I loved playing in the sandbox, and... Shit. Did you use to go to Saint Elmo Elementary?"
"YES! You mean.."
"Howdy, neighbor. The name's Tim."
We spent nearly an hour talking about her home town and other kids that lived there. Of course I was mostly using her memories to keep up my side of the conversation, but I did make up a few things that jived with her perceptions of those childhood friends. It was eerie the way she seemed like an old friend to me. I mean, that's what she was supposed to feel about me, but I didn't imagine I would feel it for her as well.
When the bell rang announcing the end of the third period, she stopped her chit chat and stared into space a few moments.
"What's the matter, LeAnne?" I asked with concern.
She looked at my face, then quickly looked away, trying to hide her face as her control over her emotions started to fail.
She suddenly stood up facing way from me and said, "I wish we had never moved out here. I feel like my whole life is back there, in Tannahoe. I've don't have a single... friend here."
I walked up behind her and gently rubbed her back while I said, "Sure you do. Me. I'll be your friend."
I felt her emotions start to swell, but then suddenly she saw through my entire plan. She knew what I had done, but not why I had done it. She clamped down on her emotions and visibly stiffened before turning around to face me.
"You bastard," she said with a coldness that made me almost shiver.
"What? I didn't do anything but attempt to become a friend who you could talk to. You were doing so.."
"FRIEND? You're not my friend. Children need friends to learn the social skills to interact with others. I'm not a child, and you're not my friend."
"Wrong! I am your friend. You're just not.. What's wrong?"
"I'm dizzy," she said sitting down looking pale. LeAnne visibly shuddered a few moments later, then sat back in the chair and closed her eyes.
After my attempt of relieving her loneliness by coming a long lost friend had failed, she had been struggling against the surge of despair that had resulted. The stress from constantly battling her emotions had finally caught up with her, but as I watched, LeAnne systematically regained control of herself while relaxing to reduce the stress.
Her self control was remarkable. I was actually learning a few pointers from her when I realized her stubborn resolve to never succumb to her emotional needs was the true source of her problems.
Several years before, LeAnne had learned how to control her emotions and decided she was a much better person without them clouding her thinking. She later realized that if she gave into her emotions after staying disattached from them so long, she would never be able to suppress them again.
But her mistake was thinking she could live like that. LeAnne's idea of a perfect human being resembled Vulcans on Star Trek. She believed that the human race had evolved to the point where it was time to leave behind our old animal instincts and move into the world of logic and reason. Her critical error was not realizing that no matter how much we could evolve, we were still animals in many ways and emotions were vital to our well being.
LeAnne needed to lose that tight control over her feelings. And the only way I saw to do that without causing a long and drawn out depression was to let her experience the feelings of sharing with someone close without allowing it to turn into something sexual.
There was only two people I knew who could help me do this, and in LeAnne's case it had to be Suzi.
Suzi came in quietly just as I finished putting LeAnne to sleep.
"So how are we going to be helping her by snuggling up to each other?" Suzi asked when I sat back and relaxed.
"I'm going to let her feel everything you're feeling emotionally and physically. She'll see, hear, smell and taste what you do, and have all the emotions that you have while we give each other a little lovin'."
"So.. It will be like a two way?"
"No, not really. She won't know what you're thinking, and you won't feel anything from her. She'll just feel everything you do. Is that okay?"
"Yes, that's fine. She wouldn't want to know how much of a bitch I think she is."
"Heh. Well that might change after we're through."
I prepared the links as Suzi pulled the bed out of the sofa. This was the first time I had ever attempted to use my empathic powers to link two people without including myself, and I found that I couldn't do it. After several minutes of considering my options, we decided to try just the telepathic links and see if LeAnne's own emotions responded the way I hoped they would.
I activated the links, then reached my hand out to Suzi to pull us together for a hug.
Damn she smelled good. Suzi's scent was a natural soft and sweet one, but it was amplified by the clean smelling perfume she was wearing along with the shampooy odor of her hair. For a moment I considered switching the link to me when my feelings for Suz seemed to bloom from the pleasure my nose was receiving, but I found I was having a similar effect on Suzi and decided she was still the best candidate for the job.
My hands rubbed her back as she sighed and relaxed her head on my shoulder. I made no passes with my hands that could have been interpreted as sexually motivated, but couldn't help give her a few gentle kisses on the neck and cheek. I wasn't sure how LeAnne would interpret them, but I allowed them to happen because they were from the heart, not from the crotch.
Since we were standing at the foot of the fold out bed, I picked Suzi up and playfully tossed her on the bed. Suzi only bounced once before she grabbed one of pillows she had placed at the head of the bed and flung it into my smiling face.
I had just enough time to gather my wits and pick the pillow up before I had to use it as a shield against her frontal pillow assault. Her blows were fast and accurate, beating my defenses down while I attempted to stop laughing so I could give her a decent fight. I ended up on the floor flat on my back with Suzi's pillow pinning my face and my own pillow shielding Suzi's belly from any tickling I might have tried.
I surrendered unconditionally and gasped for breath when she pulled her pillow away. Suzi sat on top of me, staddling my waist in an innocent way, while we talked a little about her birthday party two weeks from that weekend. Joey and I were going to spend the night the Friday before and help her decorate for the party, so we spent some time talking about what she wanted for the party.
After spending fifteen minutes on the floor, I sat up to relax my cramping neck muscles that had been holding my head up enough so I could see her. Suzi had been leaning back against my legs and the edge of the bed, but sat up when I did, placing our faces inches from each other's.
Her eyes were so bright, and her face so beautiful at that moment, it took every once of will power not to press my lips against hers and release my growing urge to make love.
Suzi kissed my nose then stood up. I took her hand she held out to me, and didn't let go after she helped me up. We stood there in front of the bed feeling the other's hands caress ours, our eyes glancing to the other's faces to get a quick look of our loving expression before quickly returning to our hands. The feelings between us were making it increasingly difficult to keep our hands on neutral ground.
Our eyes met accidentally and locked on each other while our bodies felt themselves drawn together like two magnets. Our arms wrapped around each other's waists, then our eyes closed as our lips finally joined together in a powerful yet unrushed kiss.
The kiss was as pure as a kiss could be, lasting longer than most people spend having sex, and we had ended the kiss only because we had nearly fallen over from swaying back and forth for several minutes.
Suzi gently pulled me onto the bed as she laid down on it herself, our eyes never breaking their renewed contact until they closed once more for another kiss. Our bodies pressed themselves together as our hands roamed freely over them.
Our long kiss ended into a series of small gentle kisses before we stopped and rested with our foreheads touching. I sent my right hand down her arm and brought her hand up to my lips to kiss. I saw her goosebumps rise up on her arm as I planted my first kiss on a knuckle, and felt my own rise as her other hand brushed my cheek.
Again our eyes met, flooding each other's eyes with the love flowing between us. No words were spoken as we closed the gap again, but this time we just held each other, feeling each other's hearts beat as we let time trickle by in complete peace.
After laying caressing and snuggling for almost an hour, I looked at Suzi and said, "I love you."
"I love you," she replied before moving to kiss me again.
Something in the way Suzi stretched after that kiss ended told me she was in the mood to start something a little less innocent. I quickly confirmed this, then checked LeAnne's condition intending to close the links if she had had enough.
Her tears had been drying for some time, having worked out her remorse and loneliness as Suzi and I had laid there. LeAnne's emotions had succeeded in their struggle to be felt, relieving the pressure she had been building for four years simply by crying. The experience of the love Suzi and I had been sharing had quickly overwhelmed her control while giving her the answer she needed.
Humans had evolved beyond allowing their desires and lusts to control them, but not by losing these drives that were once necessary for the species to survive. LeAnne discovered that these drives instead had evolved with us to making our lives worth living while we obtained more knowledge and wisdom to pass on to the next generations.
LeAnne had accepted how wrong she had been to consider all emotions to be unfavorable. She understood that they added substance to our lives, and the small penalty in performance was acceptable for the over all quality of life gained. LeAnne felt as if she had made the most important discovery in her lifetime. Little did any of us know this was just the first of many of such personal discoveries, and only the beginning of a long voyage that I wound up navigating for her.
As Suzi pulled herself on top of me and initiated another kiss, I altered the links so LeAnne could terminate them if she so desired, then turned my attention to the tongue which was requesting permission to enter my oral cavity.
I granted permission, then sent my hands down to her wiggling ass for a squeeze. Suzi responded by pressing her crotch into my rapidly growing one, stimulating me to run my hand across her backside, probing her ass with my fingertips through her clothes.
Another surge of pressure against my lumpy crotch was followed by Suzi's mouth pulling away from mine as she got up on her arms and started humping her crotch against mine in a slow erotic way.
We both quickly worked up a sweat, prompting us to start removing each other's clothing. I stayed on my back after she had lowered my pants and stripped off my shirt. Suzi had gotten used to just letting her male slaves decide how to pleasure her, but I felt she needed to start using her wonderful initiative talent more. We both kept our underwear on for the time being, having made this rule to never remove them if there was a risk of pregnancy.
Out of all the times Suzi and I had made love, had sex, or just simply fucked each other's brains out for the animal pleasure of it, there had been no risk of pregnancy. We were able to control exactly when she started her cycle and always worked around the window of fertility. After having triggered her cycle after four months of worry free sex, Suzi had the worst case of menstrual cramps she had ever experienced. She had opted to have her periods every month as she was supposed to, but always start the cycle on the same day each month.
We both knew she was right smack dab in the middle of her fertile period, and knew if I somehow slipped and came inside her, she would most likely be a blimp in nine months. But I had never cum after putting a block on myself, so for the first time Suzi took the gamble she never thought she would take.
My attention was on our exchanging of saliva when I first realized my dick was touching bare skin, and that skin felt awfully wet and good. Suzi's love hole easily accepted my surging dick, her pussy haven accepted Ben's larger dick on countless occasions. The disappointment from realizing she no longer found my dick filling as it once had was quickly washed away by the fear of what she was doing.
"Lock it down, my love. I trust your control over your shooting finger," she said before laying heavily into a kiss.
I managed to remember to put the block on my orgasm after my mind had been flushed away with her savage kiss, then removed her bra and used my magic touch on her perky pointed tits.
Suzi pushed herself down as hard as she could, attempting to make my dick penetrate as deeply into her dripping cunt as possible. My magic touch on her mammaries had caused her nipples to harden and her orgasm to begin its final climb. And in her attempts to make my dick go in deeper, she suddenly found the tip of my dick's head pressing up against her deepest part.
We stopped and looked at each other with astonishment. I knew I had been growing longer, but I never imagined ever reaching the end of the tunnel like that. Suzi suddenly started wiggling about, struggling to make my dick head stretch the end with no success.
Suzi finally gave up and started humping like mad, driving herself up the ramp towards the peak of her orgasm. As she approached, she slowed a bit, then violently rammed herself down and was rewarded by the feeling of my surging dick barely stretching the fabric of her fuck hole and the triggering of her orgasm.
As her orgasm flowed through her body, my own body was dealing with the pain her last hump had caused. Not only had she bruised my balls a little, but her hip bone had hit mine in such a way it had hurt.
Once I had indicated I needed her to get off, she quickly complied and apologized. Her apology was emphasized when she kissed and licked my balls, then began her wonderful tongue work on the shaft of my dick.
I released the lock on my orgasm, then enjoyed her mouth worshipping my cock and balls for nearly five minutes before doing a little worshipping myself on her slimy cunt using my mouth and tongue. I was fully engrossed in attempting to bring her to orgasm before she did the same to me when she suddenly deep throated my dick with a skilled ease, then even managed to suck in one of my balls before it decided to retract and begin its flushing cycle.
When she started humping my cock deeply into her throat, my eyes opened so wide in amazement that my eyeballs probably could have popped out. But my own orgasm had began a moment later, making my eyes close tightly as I moaned and applied direct stimulation on her clit.
Suzi's head pulled up as I shot the first stream of my load down her throat, making the rest of my seed flood into her mouth for her to taste and suck down with vigor. In the heat of the moment, I overdid my attention to her pleasure knob and caused her to momentarily shudder from the overload.
As I came down from my sexual high, the sounds of Suzi's sucking became loud and clear to my ears. I was instantly aroused again, but not for another blow.
I lubed my left index finger with her excess wetness and wiped it on her rose, then began the ritual relaxing techniques to loosen her anus for a little butt fuck.
Suzi moaned as my finger penetrated her ass, then said, "Timmy.. I've been saving my ass for you and Joey. I haven't let any of the others fuck my back door."
I had never heard Suzi talk dirty so freely before. I loved it. As I worked my second finger in, Suzi started fucking my face and fingers, gasping while rubbing her face all over my hard cock.
When she was just about ready, Suzi exclaimed, "I'm not empty... Shit, I sorry Tim."
"That's okay Suzi. If I get shit on my dick, I'll just have to wash it off later."
"Oh God. I can't believe... Fuck my ass Tim. Fuck my shitty ass!"
Her words turned me on so much I didn't hesitate to obey them. Her ass felt as tight as ever, and naturally caused her some momentary pain when I plunged it into her. Suzi was on all fours as I fucked her from the rear, her pain immediately forgotten as I started my pumping.
All too soon I felt my cum boiling in my balls, but I did nothing to prevent its release since I had sensed her own orgasm approaching even faster. When Suzi's ass shuddered and clenched tightly around my dick's shaft, I rammed into her as deep as I could and shot my cum in three hard pulses.
Suzi fell forward, causing my dick to come out with a 'smck' sound. I surprisingly found it wasn't covered by shit, so I laid down beside her, took her hand in mine, then kissed the back of her hand like I had earlier.
"Tim?"
"Yeah Suz?"
"That was the best fuck I've had for... Well, since the last time we had sex."
"Suzi, when did you start saying fuck so much? You need to watch your mouth. It turns me on too much."
"That's what Joey said... I guess being around you two and my three guys.."
"Suz?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you miss the old days sometimes?"
"The old days?"
"Yeah. You know. Before we had slaves. Before we started having sex regularly with other people."
"Oh Timmy. You know I will always love you..."
That to me meant that she hadn't, and she realized it as soon as she said it. She was about to tell me that she had missed the earlier days, but she couldn't since it wasn't true and I knew it.
"I'm sorry," she said wrapping her arms around me and hugging my chest. "I guess I've.."
"It's okay," I interrupted. "I'm just being selfish. I guess I feel the same thing Joey does about you having sex with anyone other that us. I just kept it buried under my guilt of doing the same thing you're doing. But I still miss the old days anyway."
"You're right. You're being selfish. And so is Joey. I love you two so much I won't ever let anyone in my back door except you two. And .." she said before turning her head so I couldn't see her face.
I probed her thoughts and feelings, then continued for her.
"We haven't promised you anything similar. But you know what? Whenever I have had sex with another woman, I have compared her to you. Never have I found someone who I would rather spend my whole life worshipping and loving than you. Say the word, and I'll make myself never make love or have sex with anyone but you. Just say the word and I will become your everlasting sex toy and slave. I'd give up my life, my freedom, my soul for you. You and you alone. You are my true love, forever yours, forever love."
I felt her tear drip onto my chest, followed by its twin from the other eye. She knew I was monitoring every thought and feeling she had, so she didn't do anything but give me a squeeze and a kiss on my chest where she laid.
The next thing we knew, Joey was gently shaking my shoulder, trying his best not to wake Suzi.
I immediately saw that soft look in his eye, and smiled as he sat down next to us on the bed.
"Sorry to wake you, but your patient was wandering around asking people to fuck her in her shitty ass."
"My patient?" I repeated, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"LeAnne? Remember her?"
"Oh shit..." I said a little too loud and waking Suzi.
"Tim?" Suzi said stretching with her eyes shut. "Could you get Joey up here? I feel like a little group lovin'"
"You rang?" Joey said as he gave Suzi a soft kiss on her cheek.
"MMmm.. Joey, I'm feeling really horny. Could you fuck my ass?" Suzi said in a husky voice as she slipped her puss over my pole.
"Shit," Joey and I both said.
"Please, Joey? Timmy misses the old days. And I haven't had a two way fucking since the last time we did it together."
"Shit, Suzi. If you keep talking like that, I won't even make it inside you before I shoot."
I saw the twinkle in Suzi's eyes as she cried out, "Oh! Timmy.. You got so BIG! Fuck me Big Tim! Fuck my slutty cunt. OH JOEY! HURRY UP AND FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Joey didn't even finish pulling his pants off. He fumbled to get it out of his underpants then almost missed her puckering anus when he did get it out. Suzi gave out a small cry from the pain of his quick entry, and then gave another when he pulled back. Joey's was still larger around than mine, but I was at least a good inch longer in length at last check.
Joey and Suzi quickly got into sync, and I started to participate in the humping motions. I linked our orgasms together and we all started working towards getting us over the peak.
We must have really been going at it because the next thing I knew we were covered in sweat and feeling the cum in our balls start to make it's journey out.
When I felt the first impulse to spurt, I suddenly remembered Suzi's condition and panicked.
"GET OFF!" I screamed and commanded as my dick began to launch. It had passed the point where I could stop it, so my only option had been to force her off me.
No sooner than my dick's head pulled out of her did a jet of my semen squirted out onto her crotch. Joey had not only thrown himself backwards off the bed, but he landed two feet away from the bed's edge and hit his head fairly hard. Suzi nearly fell off the bed herself, then took precious moments to balance her weight and sit up as my cum dribbled across her vagina.
I leapt off the bed towards the drawer of sex aids and lubricants and dug out the spermicide before Suzi even realized what had happened. But by the time I had got back to give her the tube of spermicide, she had already wiped my spunk away from her opening with the bed sheets and quickly started applying the spermicide.
"What the fuck was that for?" Joey said holding his hand on the back of his head. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, then said, "Shit, I'm bleeding."
He sat down so I could take a took a look at him, finding he had a small cut, the beginnings of a large lump, but otherwise he was okay.
I wrapped my arms around him from behind and gave him a hug.
"You'll be okay. It's just a small cut. I'm sorry. It was my fault. I forgot that it was that time of the month and didn't put the block on my trigger. When I felt it start to blow, I remembered and I guess I panicked. I'm real sorry," I said kissing his cheek and gave him another squeeze.
"That's okay. I'm not gonna be a baby about it. Shit. After the way Suzi talked to us, I completely forgot myself."
Suzi slid off the bed to crawl onto Joey's lap and said, "I'm sorry too. I knew talking dirty would make you both go nuts like that. I've been practicing with Ben and the others and... Joey? I know you don't like the sex I've been having with them, but only you and Tim will ever have my back door. It's my way of showing you I love you more than any of them."
Joey looked down at her breasts, not actually meaning to look at them specifically, but he found himself enjoying the view... well anyway, he said, "Thanks Suz. I... Well, I've sorta been thinking about cooling it with the others and spending more time with you if you'd let me. I'd even let Tim make me never want to have sex with any girl but you."
"Oh Joey..." Suzi said with another pair of tears getting ready to fall. She moved so she could put her head on his other shoulder while hugging him like I was.
We sat there for a few minutes just one big hugging mess of flesh before Joey jumped and said, "Holy shit. I forgot all about LeAnne!"
Joey explained how LeAnne had been walking up and down the halls in a daze and had asked at least three different guys to fuck her shitty ass before Joey was able to reach her. He convinced her to follow him back up to the drawing room next door, promising her he would fuck her ass as soon as he grabbed a few things. The reason he hadn't brought her in the room where we were was because he wasn't sure how she would react to seeing Suzi and I nude like we were.
I reached out with my mind finding LeAnne had wandered off again, this time actually wandering outside and found someone willing to do what she asked. Craig Worth had been going out to his car to leave for his co-op job when she had walked up to him without a coat or sweater on and asked him to fuck her ass. The cold had caused her nipples to show, mostly because at one point LeAnne's dazed mind had removed her bra and had thrown it out the window.
They were just getting into his car when I snapped her out of it and made Craig forget the whole thing. I brought LeAnne back up to the room, the three of us quickly getting dressed before she arrived.
"I should be furious with you," LeAnne said when she opened the door.
"But you're not?" I asked.
"No, I'm too confused to be mad. I feel better, but I can't explain why. How did you do all that?"
"The how isn't important," I stated, reinforcing it with a mental command. "Just worry about sorting out what you want now, and you'll be okay I think. Sorry about forgetting about you after Suzi and I.. you know."
"I can't believe I let myself feel all of that. I kept telling myself I needed to stop... whatever it was, but I just couldn't make myself do it. Oh God. I asked Mr. Perry to... to.. Oh my God!"
"Hey," I said when she buried her face in her hands. "Don't worry about Mr. Perry or anyone else you asked to fuck your ass. They don't remember you asking them. I've already taken care of that."
I couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that Mr. Perry would have loved to have taken her up on her offer, but he couldn't have said so in public like that. During his thirty-five years of teaching, Mr. Perry had managed to have sex with at least fifteen of his teenage girl biology students, and at one time had three girls in the sack with him at the same time. But he hadn't had much success for the past seven years, having only gotten a blow job last year from a girl failing his class. She had come to him and offered it in exchange for a passing grade.
Seeing Mr. Perry as a pretty decent guy, never having forced anything on his lovers or done anything that I felt was really wrong, I made a note to myself to see about helping him get some before he retired at the end of the year.
I checked LeAnne out to see if there was anything I needed to fix and to find out what had happened exactly. It turns out LeAnne's subconscious had been so absorbed in Suzi's and my sexual activity that she had almost been brainwashed into having the sex again. I had put her into the dream state so her conscious mind could actively process Suzi's physical experience like in a dream, but her subconscious had been left in control otherwise.
Seeing there wasn't anything to do but wait for LeAnne to work things out for herself, I explained this to her and told her to come and see me on Monday sometime so I could make sure she was okay. LeAnne said goodbye and was closing the door behind her, then paused and frowned.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I was just.. I'm not really sure if you really deserve it.. I think you have helped me, so... I'm trying to say thank you and just can't... never mind." she said in an uncertain tone and closed the door.
"Fuck," I said to an empty room.
It was Friday, halfway through the last period, and I was tired. I laid down on the unmade bed and fell asleep thinking about Suzi's party.
I had forgotten all about LeAnne by Monday morning. I was locking our private room's door after school when a voice called my name. I was a little surprised to see LeAnne running towards me with a face of desperation, and she almost knocked me over when she fell to her knees and started to cry trying to tell me something that I wasn't getting a word of.
"LeAnne! What is it? Stop crying and just tell me?"
She managed to gather enough self control to whimper, "I'm losing control.. Please help me?"
I knelt on the floor and tried to comfort her while she sobbed. When she had worked out enough of her emotions to calm down a bit, I opened the door again and took her inside.
"Ever since having that sex thing with you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I've had flashbacks, daydreams, and all day today I have had problems keeping my eyes off of boys and even had to stop myself from... touching myself during lunch. I don't want to be doing any of this, but... my animal is taking over..."
"Your animal? I understand what you're talking about, but I don't think you can separate yourself into what is animal and not animal. That to me is just going to lead you back to your original problem."
"It doesn't matter. I can't stop it anymore. I almost tried to touch Rich Ambaster's butt just to see how it felt. This morning I only had problems with keeping my eyes from wandering to the guys, but it got worse and worse and worse... See?" she said after her hand landed in my lap and squeezed my thigh.
"I can't stop myself from doing it. I feel like someone else is running my body."
"Does it make you feel good to do it?" I asked allowing her hand to work it's way towards my crotch.
"NO! It makes me.. well, it doesn't make me feel anything. I just know I'm not supposed to do it, but I can't help it.."
"Shit. You didn't even feel Suzi's orgasms. I see what you mean. I think you have developed a separate consciousness of some kind and it's working against your intelligent one. Yep. The animal inside you isn't letting you feel anything good until you give it what it wants. Very interesting."
"Interesting?!? Are saying I have multiple personalities?!?"
"No.. Not personalities. Just.. Well, let me put it in the terms you've been thinking of them. You separated your desires and drives into two categories, the good and the bad, then suppressed anything you had put in the bad category. A lot of those things you were suppressing were not actually bad, like sexual attraction and wanting to have close friends. So now that I helped you see you need a lot of them and made you experience some of them, it looks like your subconscious is siding with the feelings you've been suppressing all this time."
"But how do I get control back? I'm just getting worse. I think I'm about to unzip your pants.."
"I'm not sure you can," I said as my zipper went down. "I could make you keep control, but then you wouldn't really be in control as much as being unable to do certain things except under certain conditions."
"There has to be something else you can do," she said as she struggled to keep her hand out of my pants.
"Maybe.. I can't think of anything right now," I said as her hand won and squeezed my crotch through my underwear. "There probably are several ways to let you take control back without me interfering. You probably should go see a shrink. I don't want to make you any worse than.."
"I think I know of a way," she said after suddenly finding herself able to pull her hand back. "Give me a moment to think about it."
I waited patiently for nearly ten minutes, before she looked into my eyes and said with complete seriousness, "I need you to teach me how to be a.... what is the word... a slut."
My mouth fell open from the shock.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked as I scanned her mind.
"It's a form of desensitizing myself to what the animal wants. From what I have seen, you're more than qualified to train me like a slut, and I suppose I trust you to not take advantage of me. As long as I am doing what the animal wants without giving it control while I do it, I'll be able to keep myself from doing it when I don't want to."
"Shit. You're serious. And I think you're right. But... Are you sure? I mean what if.."
"Don't say it. I already considered all the possibilities. I need your help, and I offer to be your slut for as long as it takes. The deal is you stop me if I lose control, but otherwise make me do everything that isn't harmful to me you can think of."
We discussed this for several hours before she finally convinced me.
"I don't think this will be too hard," she said as we walked down the hall.
"Oh?" I said surprised.
"Well, how hard could it be?"
"Girl, you don't have a clue, do you. Well, just remember it was your idea, and once we start, you won't have a choice but to finish it. Clear?"
"I've never quit when I've faced a challenge before, I won't this time either."
Before we split company, I said, "Starting tomorrow, your training to be the sluttiest slut on the planet will begin. Whether you like it or not."