I still remember every detail of the day I saw the love of my life for the first time.
Brad and I were walking together to go to our second hour class when suddenly, out of the blue this drop dead gorgeous girl that both Brad and I had never seen before appeared.
"Wow, man.. Who is she?" Brad said to me.
"Gloria Harr, Junior, just moved here from California," I said as I scanned. "So far she hates it here, and she only digs guys who skateboard."
"Shit. I knew I should have kept that skateboard," Brad muttered. "I guess I'll just have to buy a new one."
As we watched her walk by, neither of us noticed another girl approaching and taking as strong an interest in Brad as we had in Gloria.
"Hi, Brad," a meek voice said, the pair of us barely even hearing it.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Jennifer," Brad said, just glancing to see who it was before watching Gloria's ass turn the corner.
When I turned around to say something to Brad, having already forgotten about the little voice who had spoken, I found myself in awe of the most beautiful person had ever seen in my life.
"I'll see ya around, okay?" the meek voice said hopefully.
"Uh, yeah. Okay," Brad said, his best attempt at not hurting the girl's feelings while getting rid of her.
I stood there as the source of the most incredible looking symbols I had ever seen and the purest of hearts I had ever felt walked away discouraged, and it wasn't until the crowd's mess of symbols swallowed hers up that I remembered Brad had known her name.
"Who was that?!" I said as I finally looked through my eyes to try and see what she looked like.
"Who? You mean Jennifer? She's just one of Sandi's old friends from grade school, that's all."
"She's.. beautiful," I whispered, unable to speak loudly from the awe I still felt.
"What did you say?" Brad said, not believing his ears.
"I said she was beautiful," I said, leaning up against the lockers to keep from falling over.
"Are we talking about the same person?"
"You said her name was Jennifer," I said distantly. "Jennifer.. Jennifer what?"
"Are you all right?" Brad said with his brow knotted in a frown.
"I'm fine," I said. "What's her last name?" I insisted.
"Corrigan, I think," Brad said. "Look, man. I think you need to have your eyes checked. Jennifer Corrigan is a dog. A real woof woof. You're starting to scare me with this beautiful shit. Come on. We got to get to class."
I didn't even try to argue with him, for I had peeked in his head as he recalled Jennifer's image and saw that she was somewhat on the unattractive side. But I couldn't get her out of my mind. Those symbols... and the purity of her soul...
I pulled a few strings and managed to find out her locker number, then got out of my last period early enough to get to her locker before the bell rang.
I stood on the other side of the hall with my 'ignore everything I do' transmitter on high. I waited as the crowd flowed past, no one seeming to see me yet there wasn't a single person who didn't walk around me if I was in their way.
My heart started to pound when I finally detected her mind's incredible pattern coming closer, then as it emerged from the sea of thoughts, I remembered to look through my eyes at her sight.
At first I couldn't see anything, for she was shorter than most of the people walking towards me. But then I got a few glances, and I was thinking that Brad must have been exaggerating about her looks before I got a good look and found his image had been accurate.
Oh, but I didn't care. Not only did the symbols flowing gracefully around her head have a beauty and style all their own, but my empathic senses were going bonkers from her romantic day dreaming as she walked up to her locker.
Jennifer didn't speak a word as she dialed to open her locker, but then another girl walked by and whispered something in her ear.
At first I thought I had died again and I was hearing an angel singing to me, but then I realized it had simply been her laugh instead. Everything about her seemed so beautiful to me. Even her laugh...
I stood there frozen the entire time as I watched her get her stuff and get ready to leave. And then, the most amazing thing happened.
She glanced at me.. and NOTICED me!
I don't know who was startled the most, her or I. My expression was of surprise and shock, but hers was..
Well, I had an emotional reaction if that tells you anything. She thought I was staring at her physical looks, not her beauty within. The anguish I felt made me turn and hurry away, never even looking back once to see her do the same.
The next day I had a terrible time keeping my mind off my Jennifer. I had so many questions, so many things I felt I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't get over how horrible she had felt when she had seen me staring at her.
And when Rachael showed up at my locker after school for our weekly fuck, I tried making up an excuse to get out of it, but by that time my sluts couldn't take no for an answer and I knew it.
It was while Rachael's ass was busily fucking my cock that I realized there was something I had been missing with my sluts. Every single one of them needed an empathic touch from someone, but there wasn't any real feelings of love there. They just wanted to share in a mutual exchange of pleasure, something which is intimate, yet not truly love.
For the first time since my wipe, I wished to feel an emotion like I had used to. I wanted to feel love for another person, and feel that love being returned. I became lovesick while I came inside Rachael's twitching orgasming ass.
Another day went by before I convinced myself I had to speak with Jennifer just so I could have some peace of mind. I knew I was letting my lovesickness dictate my actions a little, and I wasn't sure if she was even interested in forming a relationship with anyone, especially someone who was three grades above her.
But then again, she had approached Brad the day before, and I knew that it had taken a lot of guts for her to do so considering Brad had never shown interest in her before. I know he didn't have the senses I had, but I couldn't believe Brad was so blinded by her looks that he never even felt the joy of her laugh.
As I felt Jennifer approach her locker, I was distressed by the lonely thoughts my encounter with her had caused, and for a moment I wanted to just go away.
But my heartache grew the longer I felt her loneliness, and before I even knew I was doing it, I had stepped out in front of her and said, "I'm sorry."
"What did you say?" she shakily asked once her panic had decreased enough that she was allowed to think.
I opened my mouth to say it again, but found I too was so shaken up I couldn't even speak. But when she started to think I was trying to tease her somehow, I found my voice and said, "I'm sorry for watching you. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I need to get to my bus," she said nervously as she hurriedly walked around me towards her locker.
"Jennifer, please," I said desperately. "I need to talk to you."
"How do you know my name?" she said defensively.
"Brad told me," I said guiltily. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you before, but.."
"Please, just leave me alone, okay?" she said. "I know what you're doing, so just stop. I already feel like I'm trash, so go away!"
"You're not trash," I said even more desperately. "You're kind, you're romantic, you have the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard... Ever since I first saw you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I know you don't know anything about me, but I swear to God I'd never tease you or anyone like that. Ask anyone who knows me. Ask Brad or Sandi, or..."
I felt it happen then. When her eyes glanced into mine, I felt that familiar feeling just like I had felt with Joey or Suzi those first few times. It was like my life had started all over again, for I could love another like I had loved them.
But just as I reached a state of euphoria, I found everything crashing down as Jennifer hurried away yelling, "Stay away from me!" with tears forming in her eyes.
I couldn't let her go like that. All I could think was that she needed me as badly as I needed her. Without consideration of any of the possible consequences, I ordered the crowd to block her path while clearing the way for me to reach her.
"Please, let me through!" she cried while trying to push her way against the tightly flowing crowd.
My entire body went ice cold when she whimpered from my touching of her shoulder, then felt my own tears forming as I stopped my manipulation of the crowd's flow and watched her head towards the stairs in a panicked run.
I went straight home to the south mansion to be alone, my mother having moved into the North mansion after returning from her honeymoon last spring. I spent the rest of the day and night just sinking deeper into an illogical depression that I hadn't felt for what seemed to have been a life time.
No one within my empathic range escaped my sadness the next morning, the depressing mood which I inflicted on my classmates and teachers only worsened my own, and it wasn't until my class with Joey that anyone could do anything about it.
"Hey, bud," Joey said, struggling against the feelings I was assaulting him with unintentionally. "What's wrong? You're making everyone feel blue."
"I know, but I can't help it," I said.
"Then we better go see Higgs," he wisely said.
I didn't bother arguing with him for I didn't really care. Joey went up to tell the teacher, then came back to my desk and walked me out with an arm behind my back.
"Shit Tim. How long you been feeling this way?" he said once we left the room.
"Since yesterday," I admitted.
"Is it something Suzi or I did?" he asked.
"No, nothing to do with you two."
"What about Eric's move?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Oh. Eric's dad got transferred to Atlanta. I though you knew."
"No, that's the first I heard of it," I said with a sigh. "When does he leave?"
"He's already gone. He left last Tuesday."
"Oh. Oh well."
"Come on, Tim. It's me. Joey. Tell me what's wrong," he said, feeling himself sliding into my despair.
"Jennifer thinks I'm some kind of creep," I simply said.
"Jennifer? Jennifer who?"
"Jennifer Corrigan. She's a freshman."
"Why does she think you're a creep?"
"Because she thinks she's ugly and can't understand why I'd want to have anything to do with her. She thinks I'm trying to lead her on so I can dump her. But she's not ugly. She's beautiful. She's the most beautiful person I've ever met, and she hates me."
Joey had stopped in his tracks from my revelation, and for a moment I thought he was going to cry himself.
But then he shrugged it off and smiled a big smile before saying, "You have a crush on her?"
"I guess," I said, somehow feeling better just from hearing him say that.
"That's.. That's GREAT!" he whooped. "Does your mom know? Have you felt anything else like... like... Shit, just anything else?"
"No, my mom doesn't know, and I've been miserable ever since Jennifer ran to the bus crying when I tried to tell her..."
"Tell her what? Do you love her?" Joey said settling down from his excitement.
"Do I? I guess so. I want to, but only if she can love me back. I feel so helpless."
"You? Helpless? Come on, Tim. You're the most un-helpless person I've ever known. Just think it to her if nothing else. Once she got over the shock..."
"She's immune to it," I said simply, sinking down to the floor against the lockers in that hall. "I can read her thoughts, but I can't send her mine. And I'm afraid to use my empathy on her. She's so delicate, so lonely... I can't risk permanently hurting her by making her feel what I'm feeling."
"Shit," Joey said, sinking down besides me. "That does make it harder."
"I just want to talk with her," I said to break the silence. "She has the most incredible symbols, Joey. They're like nothing I've ever seen before. And the worst part is, I've only heard her laugh once, and I'm sure I'll never hear it again because she's scared of me."
"Don't do this, Tim," Joey said, resting his head against mine. "We should be happy that you're finally starting to feel things again. I've missed you. So has Suzi, I can tell. We hate not being able to share stuff with you, but until now..."
"I thought we were going to go see Higgs," I said.
"I'm too depressed," Joey admitted. "The only person I want to see now is Suzi. Could you?"
"Okay," I said as I reached out to her with my mind.
Five minutes later, we heard Suzi's feet hurrying down the steps after finally convincing her teacher she had to leave for a few minutes.
"What's wrong?" she said in a near panic when she saw us helplessly laying against the lockers like two rag dolls.
"Suz," Joey whimpered as he held his arms out to her like a little boy needing his mother.
"What's going on?" she said when she walked into my field of empathic sadness.
"Tim's in love," Joey blurted out in despair. "But she hates him. She HATES him!"
I started to blubber after he said that, and Joey started to also even while he wrapped his arms around Suzi in a hug.
"Stop it," she said sternly. "Tim, get a hold of yourself before this goes any further. You can control your emotions, remember?"
"Not anymore," I blubbered out.
"Try anyway!" Suzi said, leaning forward to look in my eyes.
While Joey floundered to get her to go back to him so he could hold her again, Suzi's eyes stared into mine with such intensity I swore they could have glowed. I didn't feel that familiar feeling form between us, so I guess Suzi somehow used her own natural empathy to clear my head enough to think a moment.
I did the only thing I could think of, and that was to command myself to stop being depressed.
The effect was so immediate, it was like someone had turned off the misery switch and turned on the lights.
"Thanks," I said to Suzi a moment after I had recovered my wits.
"Both of you, thanks," I added as Joey started sobering up.
"Any time," Joey said sniffing and grinning weakly. "Just don't wait until we come to you."
"Yes, Timmy. You can always come to one of us if you need someone," she said, gently wiping the wetness from my face with her hand.
"I'll try to remember that next time. But just because I'm not feeling depressed anymore, doesn't mean I'm all better. I think the reason I'm having so much trouble with feeling emotions is because Joey blocked my memories from returning when I first started having them. I'll need to undo what I just did pretty soon if I don't want to make things worse."
"All right then, what exactly is the problem?" Suzi said.
Joey and I explained it to her, then after she sat down between us with a sigh, she said, "Well then do it the old fashioned way."
"How?" I asked. "She thinks I'm trying to trick her."
"Just don't give up, that's all. Come on Timmy. I know you can romance a girl off her feet if just put your mind to it. She may be immune to your telepathy, but nobody can resist your charm."
"Yeah, Tim. Shit, you even charmed me into being your friend all those years," Joey said, his sense of humor returning.
"I suppose you're right," I said seriously. "Even if I don't end up feeling romantic, I know how to act romantic. I've gotten pretty good at acting like I feel things."
"Timmy?" Suzi said turning her head towards me. "Do you have all your memories back yet?"
"No, but I have enough of them to know what is right and wrong, to behave like I used to, and apply the things I've learned."
"But do you remember feelings?"
"I remember the physical sensations, but until yesterday I didn't remember how powerful they could be."
"Promise me something?" she said a moment later.
"Sure. What?"
"Promise me you'll come to us for help if you ever need it? I don't want to worry about you. You're very important to me, you know."
"I know. I promise. You're both important to me too. I wish I could say I love you, but I'd be lying if I did. I hope you understand what I mean."
"I think we do," Joey said, instinctively wrapping his arms around Suzi from behind while resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Joey," Suzi warned him, "Not in front of Tim."
"Oh yeah," Joey said, releasing her. "Sorry."
I frowned a moment, then said, "That's odd... Joey, do that again."
"Are you sure?" he asked with a look of surprise.
"As sure as I can be without a second test," I rationally said.
Joey restored his arms and chin their proper places, then they both watched me for my reaction.
"Hmm.. Nothing. Try kissing," I suggested.
"Tim, I don't.." Suzi said before Joey's hand covered her mouth and pulled her lips towards his.
They only exchanged a simple kiss, then on my suggestion, gave each other a longer one, then proceeded to make out a little.
"Okay, that's enough. I think I can say I'm over feeling any jealousy about... You can stop now. Guys? Hello?"
"Figures," I said, getting up and heading for our class.
I didn't realize Joey might get into trouble not returning to class with me until I was already sitting down and the teacher was about to ask where he was. I stalled long enough to find that he and Suzi were heading for the parking lot, then realized that my agreement with Higgs to not skip class only pertained to me, and not to others. So as a gift of my restored friendship with my ex-lovers, I arranged it so they had the rest of the day off.
To my dismay, I found my jealous feelings hadn't gone away after I remembered to undo the command I used on myself earlier. While I no longer felt depressed, I couldn't shake the jealous feelings I got from peeking to see what they were doing and found them naked in each others arms in Joey's car.
I decided to take my mind off of my problems by trying something I had been considering for some time.
Ever since I demonstrated the use of that double headed dildo to Rachael, I had passing thoughts about what it would be like to fuck a girl with one of those instead of a real one. Of course this meant swapping bodies with another girl, but I had also been considering letting a few of my sluts in on my abilities, having wished several times to use my invisible cock during our sex.
I had told all of them I was fucking other girls, and surprisingly they were all agreeable to this. Probably because that meant they could freely fuck someone else if the opportunity arose, forcing me to make it a rule to always use a condom with them all.
Who I fucked wasn't a secret either, for most of the girls had seen me walk out with the others at one time or another, always fucking them on separate dates using a rotating schedule with the eleven girls I had so far.
But because the girls seemed to need a recharge of Timmy's empathic love juice every nine or so days, I was strongly considering talking them into going out in pairs, but wasn't sure how they would take it at first.
And the fact that there were five other girls who were obviously obsessed with me didn't help this at all, but then I decided I could try the threesomes with the two girls who were giving me the fuck me eyes in the halls.
Renee and Kim had a rather odd sort of friendship. They competed against each other at landing the better looking boyfriend, always trying to best the other while staying close friends. There competition included telling each other what they did during sex, sometimes stealing each other's ideas and frequently each other's boyfriends.
They had never seen the other have sex, the nearest thing to that being one time they had their boyfriends park next to each other just so they could see who could make their boyfriend moan the most.
Renee and Kim both had advanced cases of Timmyitis, neither of them hesitating at my offer to give them a ride in my car: together. When they did consider this, they reasoned I would just pick on of them and drop the other off first, making one of them the winner and the other the loser.
They were sophomores, both still fifteen and came up to only chin. But they had all the equipment, not to mention the experience for me to consider them fit for joining my team of after-school sluts.
"You two ever ride in a Porsche before?" I asked as I unlocked their door.
"No," they both said, still giving me the fuck me look.
"Hmm.." I said, looking at them like I was trying to choose between them.
"What?" they both said anxiously.
"I can't decide which of you two should sit up in front first."
"Well, _I_ like the backseat better, don't you?" Kim said suggestively.
"I like the backseat too!" Renee exclaimed.
"Well you don't both have to sit in the back seat," I said as they struggled to both get in. "Renee, you can sit up in the front seat with me for half of the ride, then Kim can ride up front the other half."
"Good," Renee said, seeing this as a small victory.
"How about we go get something to eat?" I said. "Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm hungry, but not for food," Kim said under her breath.
"What did you say?" I said while giving her a dose of my smile.
"I said Yes, I'm hungry," she said happily.
"So am I," Renee chimed in.
"Good," I said, giving Renee her fair share of my smile as I started the car.
As I drove, I kept pretending to be oblivious to their sexual suggestions, finding them both getting even more sexually frustrated while countering the other's last sexual ploy.
Finally I dropped the act when Kim announced she would have already blown me if she had been in the front seat instead of Renee.
"Excuse me? Did you just say you wanted to give me a blow job?" I fainted surprise.
"Er, well, yes," she said uncomfortably, then she in a more certain tone she said "Yes, I want to blow you. What do you think about that?"
"I don't know. What about you, Renee? You want to blow me to?"
"Park the car somewhere and you'll find out," she said seductively.
"All right," I said, turning into the entrance of a motel and parking at the far end of the lot.
"Wait a second," I said as Renee moved her hand towards my lump. "Let's go in the back seat."
"Why?" Renee whined.
"Because there's more room. Besides, Kim wants to do it too, so why not both of you do it at the same time?"
"What?" Renee exclaimed while Kim said, "No way!"
"Well then I guess..." I said, starting the car up.
"We'll do it," Renee exclaimed when I backed out.
"No we won't!" Kim said with a frown.
"Make up you minds," I said, giving them both a smile.
"Okay," Kim said hesitantly. "But then you have to choose."
"Yeah," Renee said, making sure I got a good look at her ass before she plopped it down on the back seat.
"Fine by me," I said, sitting down between them.
When they both suddenly tried to unzip me before the other could, I said, "Hold it. I'll do it, and then you both suck it the same time."
They stayed quiet as they exchanged uncertain looks while I slowly unzipped, but when I pulled my cock out, they lost their inhibitions, and struggled to get down far enough so they could get their lips to it.
"On second thought," I said convincingly, "Maybe we'll just get a room. Then we can have all the space we need."
"You have to choose first," Renee said with Kim's approval.
"Okay then, I choose... both of you."
"You can't do that," Kim said before plunging her mouth over the head of my dick.
"Hey! That's cheating," Renee exclaimed before wrapping her lips around my shaft and trying to force Kim off so she could get some.
Neither of them could stand being cramped up like that more than a minute, for the bad thing about a Porsche was they didn't have all that much back seat.
"Ouch!" Kim cried when she conked heads with Renee.
"Well?" Renee queried.
"I'll tell you the truth, ladies. I want to fuck both of you, together, at the same time if possible. I know at first you think its wrong, but I can make it worth your while."
"What do you mean, worth our while?" Renee said. "We're not two hookers out to make a buck."
"I know. I didn't mean it like that. Allow me to demonstrate the many advantages of being one of Timmy's girls," I said as I reached forward to touch their noses.
I sent them into a gasping wiggling fit of pleasure as they experienced every inch of their bodies getting licked, rubbed, or fucked for a little over a minute.
"Shall I get us our room now?" I asked the two panting girls.
"Fuck, yes!" Kim exclaimed.
"And HURRY!" Renee cried as I got out.
By the time I got back to the car with the keys, they had raided the glove compartment and was trying out the pair of vibrators on themselves.
I convinced them to leave them in them to go inside, then couldn't help finding it amusing how they walked like they had to go take a dump really bad.
They were giggling themselves as they pulled the devices out of their pants when I shut the door to the room.
"There's a couple of base rules I want to go over," I said, kicking my shoes off and undoing my pants.
"First off, I won't make you do anything you don't want, and I would never hurt you. So if I do something that scares you, either say so or wait to see if it's what you think. I'll know probably before you do whether or not you'd like something, so just try and trust me.
"Also, I have eleven other girls taking turns fucking me after school. If you want me to do this again with you, you'll have to schedule it in advance just like the rest do, and only if you both are willing to do it at the same time.
"Lastly, there are things I can do, like when I touched your nose. I have to make sure you keep these things to yourself, so I've already made you both unable to talk about it with anyone except each other and anyone else who already knows.
"Now, do you both still want to have the best sex in your lives?" I said, throwing myself on the bed totally nude.
They looked at each other, then whispered something back and forth before Kim said, "You're serious about this?"
"What she means is, how do we know you aren't some kind of bull shitter?"
"Good question. How would you'd like me to prove it to you?"
"You mean, just... think something up?" Renee said, sitting down on the other bed.
"Just name it."
"Give us an example," Kim said to me after Renee gave her a shrug.
"Okay. I could make it where any time one of you touches the other you both would have an orgasm."
"Now that _is_ bull shit," Renee exclaimed.
"So I take it you want me to do it?" I said giving them a smile.
"Yeah, go ahead," Kim said.
"Okay. Go ahead. One of you touch the other."
The two girls just kind of eyed each other a moment, then they cautiously extended their right hands out, then Kim hesitantly touched Renee's hand with her finger.
"Ha! Nothing happened!" Renee exclaimed.
"That's because I didn't tell you where to touch," I said with a broad smile.
"Oh for Pete's sake. Where?" Kim cried.
"Breast, ass, crotch, doesn't matter. Just somewhere... kinky."
"This is stupid," Renee said.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt if I just patted your butt like.." Kim said.
Their gasps when Kim's hand touched Renee's covered ass were quite enjoyable, and their amazed faces even more so when they both looked over at me.
"Well?" I said when they just looked at each other. "I thought you two wanted to give me a blow job?"
Now that was rather fun. They both dived for the bed, then as they both struggled to get more of my meat in their mouths than the other, Renee tried distracting Kim by giving Kim's ass a pat.
I ended up having to turn down the strength of their orgasms for the resulting pats and prods would have quickly worn them out.
While they both rested faced off on either side of my cock panting, I took the opportunity to slip my hands into their shirts and stimulated their nipples with my magic touch.
Once they had limply removed their shirts and bras, I simply suggested they finish getting undressed before laying back down and discontinued my caresses. They snapped out of their daze pretty quickly, then glanced at each other after shedding their clothes.
I was inspired by Kim's passing thought to provide them the magic touch, but not so they could use it on me.
"With this lick," I said, licking Kim's right palm. "I temporarily grant," giving Renee's right hand a lick, "you both," lick, "the Timmy's magic touch," lick.
"However," when Kim reached towards me with an evil look. "It only works on you two."
"What?" Kim said astonished.
"Really?" Renee said before reaching for Kim's petite breast.
"Oh, Renee, don't do that," Kim moaned. "Stop or I'll.."
"You'll what?" Renee said wickedly as she sent her other hand down to her friend's crotch.
"This!" Kim gasped when she beat her to it.
I watched as they played, losing their inhibitions towards touching each other's parts as they teased and pleasured each other as hard as they could. I knew they would turn out the way I had hoped, so once they had finger fucked each other enough, I asked them which one of them wanted to fuck.
"You decide," they both said, crawling up to my face.
"Okay... I choose... both of you."
"Awwww!" Kim moaned, "Don't start that again!"
"Yeah," Renee said. "And besides, you can't actually fuck us both first, now can you?"
"Who said anything about me fucking?"
They both took that in stride, probably because they half expected it from the way things were going so far.
"We're not lesbians," Renee said firmly.
"Yeah, and nothing you can say or do to us is going to change our minds," Kim added.
"Oh really?" I said, changing my expression from that of a slight smirking smile to one of obvious displeasure.
The effect of my changing of empathic signals was immediate. Their stern and stubborn faces began melting, their moods were extremely sensitive to my own. After letting them stew like that for a minute, I got up, went over to my pants, pulled out the double headed dildo and threw it on the bed between them.
"Why are you doing this?" Renee asked anxiously. "You said you wouldn't make us do anything we didn't want to do.."
I blinked at that, for I had been letting my personal desires overrule my personal morals and that was something which I had not experienced since my wipe.
"I'm sorry," I said, switching my expression to a more apologetic one. "You're right. I won't push you into any more girl girl stuff, okay? If you do it, you do it because you want to do it, and not because I'm making you.
"And I'll level with you both," I said, getting on the bed and crawling up between them. "I know you two compete against each other about boys and sex and stuff. I guess you can see how I was using that to get you this far.."
"You bastard," Kim said. "You've been tricking us?"
"Not exactly," I said, rubbing a leg on each of them with my magic touch on medium. "This isn't a trick, now is it?"
"No.." Kim admitted.
"I don't care if you were tricking us," Renee sighed as she laid back and unfolded her legs to give me full access. "I mean, I'm so hot for your cock, I'd probably..."
"Oh no you don't!" Kim said, seeing she was about to lose.
I didn't realize what she had in her hand until she impaled her best friend with it, then just as Renee recovered from the suddenness of her penetration, Kim lined herself up and mounted the fake organ between them.
"KIM!" Renee cried before they both let out a deep groan from one of my earlier commands having initiated an orgasm the moment their two crotches touched.
"I can't believe.." Renee said before another shutter of pleasure passed through her.
"you did that," she finished huskily as she took her friend's nipples in-between her fingers and pinched them enough to cause Kim to hump her once more and trigger another orgasm.
Kim fell forward on top of her, then after they both quaked again, they didn't hesitate on joining their lips in a suck lust frensy. I canceled my previous command, but they didn't seem to notice they weren't receiving their orgasms from simply humping their plastic cock inside each other.
After watching the two fifteen year olds hump themselves senseless for twenty minutes, I was more than ready to fuck them without any further delay. Unfortunately they collapsed right when I was getting up to pull them apart and fuck one of them, and I had a moment of desperation finding they had worn themselves out.
But then I spotted Renee's ass hole between the two lovely butt cheeks which were sticking up in the air. My eyes didn't leave her rose until I closed them as my tongue traveled over the virgin hole, my ears describing to me exactly what I had hoped they would hear.
Kim was complacent about allowing Renee to be the first in that way. After all, Kim had won the game in a way Renee could never match, and the three of us knew they're would be no further competitions between them, they would just take turns at doing something first.
I fucked Renee's ass and deposited my load inside her, then we all jumped in the shower and played. I never did get a chance to swap bodies with them, nor did I ever fuck Kim's ass. I had sex once more with them both the following week, but I found that they no longer need my empathic touches, for they had begun to explore a more sensual side of themselves, and yes that was initially through lesbian sex. But over the next six months, they lost interest in their new sex, and rediscovered boys in an entirely different way.
I guess you could say I helped them discover love, but considering I was rediscovering love myself at the time, I can't really get the credit. They did it themselves.