"Good morning. You look like you're happy to be going back to school." I said as she got in my car Tuesday morning.
"You must have read my mind," she joked before kissing me on the lips.
"How did it feel to sleep in your own bed last night?" I said as I waved to Lee and pulled out of her driveway.
"Actually," she yawned, "I didn't get much sleep. Lee kept me up until two..."
I waited patiently as she yawned again and then stretched, enjoying the glowing happiness she was emitting to my empathic senses.
"And I think I've gotten too used to sleeping in a bigger bed. I was almost afraid to move in my little twin bed."
"Sounds like you'll be getting a bigger bed for your birthday," I teased.
"Don't do that!" she laughed.
"Is that perfume?" I said, suddenly getting a whiff of something flowery and sweet.
"Do you like it? Lee got for me."
"Usually I don't care for perfume, but in this case... It... It smells like roses..."
"Uh huh... I thought you'd like it," she said proudly.
We chattered back and forth the way to school, never mentioning anything about the symbols or telepathy or any of that. It was just her and I being two normal teens who happened to be in love.
But when we entered the school and Jennifer saw all the symbols spinning around the countless minds in the hall, she stopped in her tracks and sighed, "Ewwww... Look at them all..."
"Heh. I knew you'd get a kick out of it. Hey. I want to show you something. This is what Joey and I call a blanket command."
I formed the blanket, then tossed it over the crowd, Jennifer giggling when everyone instantaneously jumped up once without noticing they and everyone else had done so.
"That was really neat! The symbols... You had just enough for everyone, and they all reached everyone at the same time, even the people at the end of the hall... You have to show me that one later. It must have taken you a long time to figure that out."
"Well, actually..." I began before noticing Higgs giving me a "That wasn't funny," look standing in the middle of the hall. "Uhm, Jennifer... like don't play around with anyone at school, okay? Higgs would really get pissed if you did, and I owe him a lot. All right?"
She sighed, then noticed Higgs herself and quickly glanced away from him shyly.
"Okay... I won't. But you said you'd show me stuff today..."
"I will, but not during school, okay? Meet me upstairs after school. I know a few people who owe me a few favors that will agree to let us... Uhm... practice on them."
"Really? Okay. I love you."
I gave her the kiss and thought to her "I love you too."
While technically I couldn't actually send her my thoughts like I did everyone else, her telepathic senses had matured enough to detect my attempt and automatically intercept it, ending up experiencing the same thing as everyone else, just with a little more work involved for her.
Higgs let a small hint of a smile show through his principal mask of sternness, so when I reached his position I just said, "I did warn you before I did it."
"I didn't expect everyone in the office to jump too," he said with a trace of humor as we began walking in the direction of my locker. "It was a good thing Joyce didn't have the coffee pot in her hand. She would have scalded herself for sure."
"Lucky for her, huh..." I said amused.
"So you did make her have that sneezing fit," he stated.
As three people in different areas of the hallway started sneezing at the same time, I said, "Now what makes you think that?"
He chuckled, but then got very serious and said, "I hope you don't let your feelings for her blind you when she reaches that point where she will need you to be firm with her. You do know she's going to abuse her powers at some point, and you're the only one who can... reprimand her."
"You mean punish her," I said uncomfortably as I opened my locker.
"No... You punish someone if they do something they know to be wrong. I don't believe Jennifer will know she's doing anything wrong when she does it, so I suppose the best word for it would be to correct her. Have her fix her mistake if possible, and make sure she understands that you will not tolerate that kind of abuse ever again. The most important thing you have to remember is to be firm. But not vindictive. That would be even worse than punishment."
"Okay... I'll remember that."
"Tim..." he said as he became filled with doubt. "I'm taking an awfully big risk here by allowing her back to school like this. It's almost a certainty that she'll do whatever she does here."
I sighed, feeling the weight of the responsibility for Jennifer's future actions being set "firmly" on my shoulders. I shut my locker's door very carefully, allowing it to only make the slightest "clink" of the latch as I accepted the possibilities of what could lay ahead. Before Higgs had made me face them, I had simply acknowledged their existence without really taking them seriously. But when I turned around and looked up at him, he saw that I was looking at the whole picture without covering the less pleasant part with my thumb, and was satisfied by my nod of committal to do whatever had to be done.
Despite my excitement for what I wanted to show Jennifer later that day, I couldn't help but feel a bit... Well, disappointed doesn't really describe it well enough, but it's the closest thing I can think of to what I felt. I had been looking forward to showing her my more elaborate uses of my abilities ever since... Well, heck. Even before I found out she was telepathic. And now that she could actually appreciate the true nature of what I would be showing her, having the responsibility of making sure she didn't use what I was showing in a bad way just kind of took some of the fun or pleasure out of it for me.
The worse part of it was, Higgs doubts had produced a lurking doubt within me where there hadn't been any before. And this doubt didn't have anything to do with Jennifer directly. It was the worse kind of doubt, for self doubt poised the greatest danger of failing to "correct" Jennifer's mistakes if and when she made them.
My mood lighten at lunchtime just because I was with her for a while, but even then I felt more conscious of how powerful Jennifer would be once she had gained all the knowledge I would be sharing with her in the weeks ahead.
Suzi surprised me in fifth hour asking me if I and Jennifer could go to the basketball game with her on Friday.
"I'll see if she wants to go, but why isn't Joey..."
"He's busy..." she said in an aggravated voice. "Joey always has an excuse not to go. I'm the president of the student council and I have yet to see one single basketball game this year. You know how well they are doing."
"Yeah. They haven't lost a game yet. Okay, Suz. I'm sure Jennifer will go, especially if I mention the fact nobody knows who the mascot is."
"Do you know who it is?" she asked with interest.
"Heh. Sorry Suz. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell. That's the best kept secret in the school, and I'm not about to let it out. Jennifer might though..."
"Hmmph. Oh well. If Jennifer doesn't tell me either, I guess I could always ask Jo..."
We both looked at each other with the same thought, then Suzi said, "You have to tell me if it is him."
"Oh, I will. I promise."
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"Sorry I'm late," Jennifer said as she burst into the room on the third floor. "I wasn't paying atten..."
She never finished her sentence since only the three girls I had recruited that day were currently in the room.
"Where's Tim?" she asked them.
They just sat there and smiled sweetly at her, then just as Jennifer tried to probe them, I touched her shoulder which made her jump a foot off the ground.
"HOW did you sneak up on me!" she said, half amazed, half irritated.
"You already depend on your abilities too much, sweetie," I said attempting to give her a wicked kiss.
"Now now.." she said, pushing my face away playfully. "None of that while you're on duty, teach."
I sighed discontentedly, then was happy to accept the simple kiss on the lips that caused a bit of a stir with the three freshmen sitting on the couch.
Jennifer's eyes sparkled with energy knowing why they were whispering while we stood there enjoying the moment. I realized she had used her abilities to peek in the minds of her classmates and had found a great number of the girls in her classes were jealous of her. At first she had felt upset and threatened by the number of girls who would love to take her place, but then it sunk in. She accepted she was special, but not for the reasons I had given her all this time. She knew we shared something in common that none of those other girls possessed. Telepathy, and even more importantly to her, the sight for the symbols which she knew even most telepaths didn't have.
"We were meant for each other, weren't we?" she thought to me.
"I'd like to think so," I replied. "My love, please don't let it go to your head. Always remember what it was like before you could read the thoughts of others. Remember when I said I was proud of you?"
"Yes. You said I always thought about others before myself."
"Something like that, yes. Oh baby, it's so important that you never lose that. Everyone has the right to live their own lives, to be their own person. Not everyone believes in this, but I do, and I want you to too. It's like at the heart of my being, the thing that makes me who I am. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." she thought to me before kissing me on the chest and giving me a hug.
Once we both had recovered from our little private exchange, we got down to business. Jennifer absolutely amazed me with her talent concerning the symbols. You see, instead of showing her how to make people think or do things she wanted, I started out doing just the opposite, and that was how to undo that sort of thing.
The idea basically came from the karate classes I never personally took. The first thing you learn is how to fall without hurting yourself, so I figured I best teach Jennifer how to take her falls by showing her how to undo anything she might accidentally do by mistake.
This truly was where she had a clear advantage over me, however. I tried to explain how the commands felt inside a person's mind, and after patiently listening to my descriptions, she asked me to demonstrate it. When I altered one of the girls significantly by making her think she was a frog, Jennifer not only undid the frog commands, but the commands I had used to undo the damage Scott's eight grade history teacher had done.
I was so shocked that I had her do it again, and learned that she could see or otherwise sense what the streams of a person's mind were supposed be in their natural unaltered state.
Actually, she later clarified it to be more like smoothing out the streams to a more natural appearance, admitting she couldn't really know for sure what their original minds had been like and just made the streams of symbols flow in an order that seemed as natural as her own, knowing that she had never been altered herself. This clarification came out when I realized the three girls should have lost their intense desire for giving head if Jennifer had restored them to their pre-Underwood state of mind.
I allowed Jennifer to take her shot at fixing one of the girl's fixation on giving blow jobs, and to my amazement and somewhat disturbance, she did so without leaving any trace of tampering.
There were some side effects, however. The largest came to the fact that Jennifer hadn't affected their memory in the altering of their thought processes. If I hadn't felt one of the girls feeling disturbed about her blow job experiences, all three of them might of left there with a psychological time bomb ticking in their heads.
So Jennifer did have quite a bit of learning to do, and I was glad to find her accepting the fact that manipulation of the symbol streams was not the absolute answer to every problem.
Over the next three days, Jennifer's confidence and knowledge grew at a rate I never would have believed. Everything which I explained or described to her was in the terms of how I knew it best which boiled down to commands and sensations. Jennifer used these to guide her in learning how to do it from the symbols and their streams point of view, and while we differed on the implementation, Jennifer managed to work it so the resulting "footprint" as I called it was the same and easily detected and removed by myself or any other experienced telepath.
I was very please with her and myself when she admitted that sensing for the commands other's had inserted into a person's minds was a better way to find and remove them rather than blindly "smoothing" the streams out by removing groups of symbols and inserting others that gave the stream a... well, smoother look.
I admit I learned a considerable amount myself, for I had never grasped how important the placement of the symbols were in a stream, and how they affected other streams as well. Heck, I still don't fully understand it, and I've been studying them for nearly ten years now.
Friday after school we met upstairs as usual, but this time instead of having some of Underwood's graduates from his cock sucking school, I had brought some of my dad's slaves in hopes of this being the best way to introduce her to my parents' activities.
"Jennifer, I would like for you to meet Carol, Vicki, and Korben."
"Hello," Jennifer said politely before looking up at me with a confused expression.
"Honey, before you look in their heads, you should know that even though I would never do this sort of thing to anyone myself, I've had to accept that I can't force others to live by my rules, or see things the way I see them. If I did, I'd never get any peace, and there would be a good chance that I would be made like them at some point."
"I don't understand," she said before gasping from her initial probes.
I had to lead her over to the recliner after she had almost fallen over while becoming so absorbed in scanning Carol's mind that she wasn't paying attention to her body anymore. I felt her move on to Vicki's, then suddenly gasped again and then looked at me with an expression that told me she had found a memory that contained me.
Her empty eyes filled with unshed tears as I watched her in deep concentration. I expected her to try and undo the deeply embedded enslavement commands at any moment, but she didn't and just moved on to Korben.
Korben was actually one of my mom's, and he was the only one of her slaves who she had altered beyond what enslavement had called for. Korben was a convict who's three life time sentences without parole had made him a somewhat willing participant in an experimental program involving reconditioning war time vets with psychological problems to be more productive and receive more hospitable living conditions in return.
The program was actually a front for one telepath's idea of reducing the number of innocent people being enslaved while at the same time reducing the number of prisoners that would otherwise simply rot in jail for the rest of their lives.
The new and improved Korben had no memory of the training or the hell he lived through in Vietnam, and as far as he knew he had served my mother since the day before he had been shipped to boot camp at the age of eighteen. My mom had been pretty thorough in constructing fifteen years of memories, but yet Korben didn't act natural, slave or no slave. Oh, there were some physical factors such as the damage done from fifteen years of smoking a number of different drugs and the time he had been shot in the head in Nam, but these were simply challenges to overcome for an experienced telepath, for the most important aspect to enslavement was what you used as the primary motivator.
Okay, so you can turn them into zombies, or robots, or simpletons who just don't know any better. But doing that removes their creativity and a significant portion of their humanity, so most people prefer slaves who are more or less themselves except driven to obey and serve by some motivator instilled by the enslavor.
Korben had all the classical motivators, plus some of the more exotic ones, and I had even developed one of those myself when I realized he was miserable and needed help. Pleasure, pain, love, hate, those were the favorites, and ninety nine percent of the people out there who have been enslaved by a telepath are motivated by one or a combination of these four.
The problem with Korben was his life had sucked so bad that the four primary motivators simply didn't really work very well, and even my jury rigged fantasy dreamstate which gave him seven hours a day of living a life of his liking didn't drive him to serve his functions, so for the most part he was one of those robot zombies.
Anyway, his mind was so deformed from his life and the changes made by who knows how many telepaths that he simply was unable to function without someone else's direction or running the risk he would go berserk and kill anyone he could get his hands on.
But while I was selecting the slaves to show Jennifer the night before, I recognized what Jennifer would have called juttiness in Korben's streams of symbols. I hoped that Jennifer could fix him, and as she examined the terribly malformed streams of symbols seemingly clunking about his head, I felt her compassion surge and knew she had decided that she would fix him whether I wished her to or not.
As I felt her return her focus to her regular senses, I smiled and stroked the side of her face before seeing she wasn't sure she like that right then or not.
"Why?" she simply asked a bit shakily once I had removed my hand from her face.
"You'll have to be a little more..."
"Why are you showing me how... Horrible your family is!" she said, getting upset.
"Because you would have to see it sooner or later, and I felt it was..."
"How could anyone... That one.. Carol. She knows nothing but.. but... sex! How could anyone be so cruel, so heartless.."
"I know, Jennifer. Please calm down and listen to me?"
"No! I trusted you! I believed in you! But... You had SEX with her! Both of them! You've used them like they were your... your... things!"
She was losing it, I was certain of it, and I couldn't let her lose it completely if I was going to keep her faith in what I was teaching her. So I grabbed her by the sides of her face and forced her to look at me, then flooded her with my feelings once the empathic connection formed.
Jennifer was terrified for a moment, for I had never forced myself on her in any way before. But as her emotions began to echo my own, I gently let up on the intensity until I no longer was flooding her with my desperate need for her to understand.
Once we reached that point, she slowly brought her hands up to mine, then found the energy to swiftly break my hold on her head.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, baby," I said sincerely. "I didn't see any other way of keeping you from..."
"I can't believe you did that," she said softly yet firmly. "No one has ever..."
"Jennifer, please look at me and listen to what I'm saying?"
"Why should I?" she said, purposely avoiding my eyes. "You'll just do that thing again to me..."
"Jennifer, have I ever lied to you? Have I ever harmed you, or broke my word to you? Well? Have I?"
"No..." she said pitifully.
"Then trust me and look at me now. <sigh> I'm not doing this to hurt you, but to show you why I have allowed and lived with slaves like these three. Yes, I'm going to use my empathic abilities again, but Jennifer? It's the most honest and harmless way I know to show you."
Slowly she turned around, and when she finally did make eye contact with me, all I did was smile and waited. She relaxed and eventually smiled back a little, then turned her head to her left as she pressed herself against me, laying her head against my chest and waited for my arms to wrap around her before letting out a sigh of relief.
"You ready?" I said after gently rocking us back and forth for a bit.
"I think I already understand," she said, moving her arms to wrap around my back.
"Huh? What do you understand?"
"Well, I was just thinking that if my mom and dad had slaves, I wouldn't or couldn't tell them that they couldn't have them. I mean, they're your mom and dad... But why did you have sex with them? That's what I'm not understanding."
"Look in Carol's mind and tell me what it is she want's most this very instant."
"She wants to... Oh. But Tim, you could easily make her like watching TV just as much..."
"Okay, now tell me what she is proud of the most, what are her expertise in, and what is she the most qualified for being?"
She did so, but all I got out of her was a sigh and, "You still didn't have to have sex with her."
"All right, Jennifer," I sighed. "You want me to say it, I'll say it. I had sex with her because I wanted to, and I was really aroused by the idea. If you want to blame me for something, blame me for enjoying having sex with my father's sex slave. But baby, I didn't make her that way."
"I know... I guess I just... Need some time to get used to it."
We stood there hugging each other, rubbing each other's backs, and generally trying to comfort ourselves and each other over the bad things she felt about all of this.
After ten minutes of hugging like that, I took her home, then picked her and then Suzi up two hours later to go to the basketball game.
Because of their current winning streak, the game was very crowded. Jennifer was having trouble keeping all those minds and streams of symbols from distracting her as we climbed up the bleachers and stepped over people's feet to get to some decent seats.
"I wonder where the mascot is," Suzi said loud enough to be heard over the crowd.
"Want me to find him?" I asked.
"No.. Let's just see if we can tell before you find out for sure."
"Okay," I said before turning to the dazed looking Jennifer and saying, "You doing okay?"
"Yes..." she said distantly.
"You know, you look like a drug addict high on something..."
"I do?" she said with the same distant voice as before.
"Yeah. Look through my eyes and see."
"How?" she thought to me.
"Oh, uhm, just... Shit, I guess you can't."
"No, I can... Wow. I do look like I'm on something... This is weird.."
"How are you doing that without redirecting the signals from my eyes to your mind?"
"I'm just reading the images from your mind, that's all.."
"Oh... Heh. I should have thought of that."
"Tim! Here comes the mascot!" Suzi interrupted.
"Hmmm.. Is it me, or has Joey... Shrunk?" I said when I saw the tiger head bobbing up and down between two girls.
"Well, that definitely isn't Joey," Suzi sighed, extremely disappointed.
"It's just a little boy!" Jennifer exclaimed. "He's not even eight years old yet."
"Well, no wonder everyone was talking about how cute the mascot must be," Suzi commented. "I though they meant... Oh well..."
"Sorry, Suz," I said, knowing it would have made things a lot simpler for her and Joey if it had been Joey beneath the tiger mask.
"Well, at least the kid has spunk," Suzi admitted five minutes later after the mascot had captured everyone's attention with his wild and quite honestly hilarious antics.
Some of the things he did were even a little dirty in nature, but not enough to be distasteful or anything. Like when he had pretended to be a tiger on the prowl and suddenly leapt towards Mrs. Shannon, the big busted English teacher, and made a big deal about ducking so he wouldn't hit his head on her tits.
The tiger left for few minutes while the players came out and started warming up, and I found out later he had gone to get a quick drink of water. He must have forgotten to resecure the tiger head to the tiger suit, for when he jokingly ducked from glancing over at Mrs. Shannon, his head slipped off and his animosity was instantly compromised.
Not that hardly anyone would have known who the kid was, but when Suzi gave a gasp of recognition, I realized he did look familiar, and watched him intensely as the blonde boy hastily put the head back on and made a wobbly motion like he drunk or dizzy or something just for the laugh.
The boy's face clicked just before Suzi exclaimed to me, "Tim, that looked a lot like Tommy!"
"Yeah.. Just a sec..." I said as I reached out and attempted to lock on to the boy's mind through the incredibly turbulent interference of the excited crowd.
"Tommy... Yeah, I think that was his name," Jennifer commented as she continued to explore the minds around her.
"There.. Got him. Holy shit, Suz... Joey's linked with him!"
"So that's who he's been linking with!" Suzi exclaimed. "Wait, does that mean Tommy.."
"No... Or at least not yet. He passed the coin test, but he's probably not old enough... Shit. I just lost my lock on him. Too many people."
"If Tommy's here, then Joey has to be here," Suzi reasoned, looking around.
"I think Joey must have detected my scan. Tommy just went out the door in a hurry. I think he was scared, but I couldn't really tell without... Jennifer? What you doing, honey?"
"Just looking..." she responded softly.
"Hey, come back to me, girl. You're looking kind pale and sickly."
The moment after Jennifer's eyes came back to life, they closed while she emitted a moan and reached up to clutch her head.
"Oh... Oh... my head..." she moaned.
"Shit. Looks like you over did yourself, sweetie."
"Oh Tim..." she moaned pitifully. "It hurts... How do I stop it?"
I looked at Suzi, then said, "Well, either I rush her home, give her a glass of drink, then wait her out as she tries to bonk everything that sticks out, or..."
"Or we go find Joey and ask him to link with her," Suzi sighed. "Well what are you looking at me for? I don't know where he's hiding."
"Think about it Suz. Where else would Joey be while he's linked to a telepath at school while hundreds of good looking girls are walking around just waiting to be seduced by his telepathic call."
"You're right. He's in the girls locker room. Okay... I'll go get him, but he better not be doing anything perverted in front of Tommy or I'll make..."
I didn't hear the rest for the crowd's noises swallowed her voice once she had taken five steps away from us heading for the aisle.
"Tim?" Jennifer mewed out from against my chest.
"Yes darlin'?"
"I wanna lay down.."
"What? Here?"
"No... somewhere quiet..."
"Okay, baby. You're gonna have to help me though. I don’t think I can carry you down all these bleachers without tripping and killing us both, so you're going to have to walk."
"I'll try..." she said.
She moved to stand up, but only got half way before gasping and burying her head into my chest again.
"Come on, honey," I soothed. "You can do it. I know you can."
"No.. Stay here..." she whimpered.
When she couldn't even say complete sentences, I got a little scared and felt her out to see how bad it was.
"Shit," I muttered when I recognized the pain as being sugar starvation in the telepathic and the surrounding tissues in her brain.
I looked around quickly, then commanded the man three spots away from us to surrender his big gulp to me.
"Baby, drink this.. It will help."
She took the straw into her mouth and gingerly sipped it, then made a face and let go of the straw saying, "It's Dr. Pepper... I hate Dr. Pepper."
I sighed and rolled my eyes towards the ceiling then momentarily got distracted by the sight of a bra hanging from one of the girders way up high.
As I pondered how it got up there, I locked onto another the next nearest neighbor with a soda, then asked Jennifer, "Sprite okay?"
She nodded her head slightly, then accepted the straw and drank in slow but steady sips.
About ten minutes later, Suzi startled me by sitting down next to me and saying, "Well, he wasn't down there. Shit. We're already ahead by ten points."
Jennifer stirred a bit, trying to get into a more comfortable position, so I asked, "Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Well, the soda can't be in your system yet, so just keep your mind in your own body, okay?"
"Uh huh.." she said gently. "Can I stop drinking now? I feel bloated."
"Yeah.. I think you can.. Wow," I said, catching an incredibly smooth pass of the ball by one of our guys to another.
"They are really really good.." Suzi said a few minutes later as the score reached twenty to nothing.
"Yeah.. They're like really in synch with each other," I said watching the ball as it was passed from one to another to another until it was finally intercepted by the other team.
The other team finally got on the score board, but then we got it and kept taking it back whenever we scored.
Suzi and I were so captivated by the game, we didn't notice Tommy had come back until the end of the first half. Tommy trotted out onto the court and started giving all our players a high five as they headed off the court. Uhm.. Well, to Tommy it was a high five... To everyone else it was chin or face level five.
"I wonder where Joey is," Suzi said, standing up and surveying the area. After the initial rush of people climbing down from the bleachers had ended, Suzi announced, "Well, I'm gonna go look for him for a few minutes, then if I haven't found him, I'll ask Tommy the tiger where his weasel of a uncle is."
"Okay... Have fun..." I said lightheartedly.
A few minutes after Suzi left, Jennifer opened her eyes and said, "I need to go the bathroom."
"Uhm..." I said, looking around to see if I could see Suzi anywhere. "Can you wait until the game starts back up? The restrooms won't be crowded then, and maybe Suzi will be back to help you too."
"I guess," she said, closing her eyes again.
I waited patiently, watching Tommy do his thing and wondering where he got all his energy from. Then it occurred to me that most likely he got it from Joey side of the link, for Joey's powerhouse of a body could probably keep Tommy's little engine running for a couple of hours straight without a recharge.
As the halftime ended and the band wound down, I helped Jennifer to stand up and we slowly made our way down the bleachers as others hurried to get back up. Of course nobody got in our way since I wasn't about to let anyone crowd us as we descended, but still...
When we reached the bottom, the game got back underway, but the crowd actually was paying more attention to Tommy getting chased around by...
"Suzi!" I shouted while also telepathically calling her.
I admired Tommy's skill at making it all a game as the president of the student council made one last attempt at catching the tiger by his tail, then huffed off over to me when she failed.
"He's really something, isn't he?" I said, watching him shake his butt at her.
"Yeah.. Something...." Suzi said irritatedly.
"Could you take Jennifer to the bathroom? She needs to go. I'd take her but it would be a lot simp.."
"Where are they coming from?" Jennifer interrupted with a distant look in her eyes.
"Hey, you're still recovering from doing to much of that," I reminded her.
"But where are they coming from..." she said slowly.
"What?" Suzi said before lurching towards Tommy and making him scurry in the other direction. "Hmmph.." she added with a smile of satisfaction.
"Tim, don't you see them? I keep seeing streams going to the players..."
"You mean those symbol things you guys see?" Suzi asked, focusing her attention on Jennifer instead of Tommy's prancing.
"Yeah... Hey, you're right!" I said as I tuned into that sense and caught several streams of symbols shooting across the court to three of our players, one of which had the ball.
Suzi nudged me to get my attention, and when I looked at her, I knew what she was thinking without having to read her mind. I simply nodded my head, then let Jennifer's arm go while Suzi silently stepped over to take my place.
"Come on, Jennifer. You don't want to wet your pants, do you? Timmy will care of... He'll take of it."
"Okay..." I heard Jennifer's distant voice say as I focused my mind on Tommy's and delicately probed his mind for Joey's location.
I entered the boy's locker room as quietly as I could, kicking myself for not having realized that it was the perfect place considering that the game was taking place right above us. Joey could have never gotten through the crowd's interference all the way from the girls locker room.
The crowd's noises filtering down through the ceiling and the vents almost completely hid a very familiar sound to my ears. I didn't need to use anything but my hearing to tell me which direction he was in. But even though there was some light, I found the interior of the coaches' office was hidden in complete darkness as I approached it's open door.
"Come on... Come on..." I heard Joey mutter. "Shit. Okay fuckers, if you want to play rough, I'll just run the score up to a hundred.."
"Why not just make it a hundred and fifty and break the school record," I suggested.
"Wha!" Joey exclaimed, then after I allowed his probe through, he sighed and said, "Shit, Tim. You scared the shit out of me."
"So who's this? One of your five?" I said as the blinking nude brunette beauty continued to suck Joey's cock while trying see who had flipped the lights on.
"Number six, actually," he said a little cautiously.
"I get it now... Six games, six prizes," I said, gently moving the hair away from her eyes so she could see me clearly.
"Yeah. I pick a girl out from the opposing team, then while Tommy's starts his... That was you probing him, wasn’t it?"
"Yeah, it was me. You know, Suzi is not too happy with this."
"What? Oh FUCK! Why did you have to go and tell her? Huh? Why? You should have kept your.."
"I didn't. I didn't have to. You know, even if Jennifer hadn't seen your streams, I think Suzi would have suspected you were rigging the game."
"I'm not rigging it!" he said. "Shit. They got another six points just from you interrupting me. Look, can we finish this conversation some other time? I got a game to finish."
"What happened to you Joey? This is cheating, and you know it."
"I don't see it anything more than... school spirit. Shit... They took it right out of my... Shit! What the fuck!"
I sat down in the chair next to him as I continued to enhance the opposing team's coordination by linking their minds to mine and basically making it a fair game again.
None of the players were aware that they were puppets to... No.. Not puppets. Sprites. Video game sprites. They each were like a blotch of light on a video screen that we moved around, bounced the ball with, and basically passed the ball between as easily as transferring it from one hand to another.
Despite the fact that we were playing with real live people and that the game had much greater impact than any video game high score, Joey and I.... Well, we kind of lost ourselves in the heat of the competition and yeah.. the fun of it.
I mean, think of it. This was the ultimate video game. We had three dimensional graphics, full stereo sound, plus all the other senses like smell, touch... hell, even the taste and feel of the mouth protectors made it that much more... real.
Of course it was real, and I guess I got a little carried away. You see, while Joey could only was control three players at a time, I was linked with every one of the visiting team's players, and thus I had a distinct advantage and evened up the score with only one minute left.
"Shit. This is the best game yet," Joey admitted before realizing he was going to lose. "Hey! You're not really going to make our team lose, are you?"
"Huh? Oh.. Well... How about we just let them play on their own and let them win fairly?"
"If I stop, they'll lose for sure. That's sort of what got me into this mess.."
"Okay then... I'll just handicap myself so I'm even with you and..."
"Haha..." Joey exclaimed when he stole the ball during my moment of readjustment at only having three players and proceeded to score a shot.
"Shit," I muttered as the clock reached ten seconds. I tried my best to do them justice, but Joey's was a lot more experienced at switching between different players not already linked to him.
"And... HE.... SCORES another one!" Joey exclaimed just before the buzzer went off and the roar above us made us both wonder if the ceiling would fall in on us.
The girl who was sucking his cock went full out when she realized her school's team had lost, making her his forever.
But then Joey stopped her, feeling a bit ashamed of himself, and then after looking at me while I stared at the confused girl trying to lick the head of his dick, he sighed and said, "All right... I'll put her back."
"I didn't say anything."
"I know you didn't, but... Shit. I wish..."
"What? That I'd fuck her with you?"
"Yeah... Like old times."
"I'm sorry, Joey... I can't."
"I know... But I can still wish for it."
"You better get her dressed and get her out of here, 'cause they're getting ready to..."
Joey just smiled then reached for the light switch.
When I turned it back on, they were gone, and it took me a few moments to locate them.
"Well I'll be... I wonder how he found that..." I said, as I looked at the wall for any signs of the trap door Joey had used.
Joey let me extract from his mind that the small passageway leading to a janitor's closet had apparently been intended for plumbing or something but the plans must have been changed. I found that Joey hadn't been the first to use it for a quick escape with a girl either, for as I was stumbling in the dark following the passage myself, I found a pair of stockings caught on a metal thingamajig that must have been there for years.
Joey and his prize were gone by the time I got to the end, but when I got back upstairs to trashed auditorium, Suzi was bawling him out while Tommy sat next to Jennifer sleepily with in his street clothes.
Despite the fact that Suzi was still pissed by the time we left, she decided to go with Joey instead of us, and I guess I was kind of relieved that I wouldn't have to while she was still fuming like that.
Jennifer was very quiet on the way home, so I didn't say anything to her until I was pulling up to her house.
"What time do you want to get together tomorrow?" I asked her.
"I don't know..."
"Oh. Uhm... Well, call me when you do, okay?"
"Okay," she said absently.
"Well, just in case I don't see you until tomorrow night," I said leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Happy Birthday."
"What?" she said, focusing her attention on my face.
"I said in case I didn't see you until tomorrow night, Happy birthday."
"Oh my gosh! I forgot all about that!" she said before giggling. "What time do you want to pick me up for... You know..."
"Jennifer, you really should start paying... Any time you want, honey," I said, seeing I wasn't going to get anywhere by complaining.
"Well, I have to be home by four, so... how about eight o'clock?"
"Eight? In the morning?" I said surprised yet delighted.
"Too early?"
"No! I'll be here!" then gave her a nice wet kiss on the lips which she didn't seem to mind one bit.