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First Impressions Chapter 2

I truly enjoyed anointing Pat and Julie with moisturizer.
Tactilely, they were soft and pliant and warm - I suppose that
stirred other memories.  At this stage in their development, they
were like babies, puppies, and kittens - they enjoyed physical
contact and a soft, reassuring voice.  Maybe some day they'd have
a few words that they would recognize, but now the tone and volume
were the important elements.

Jay had invited one of her friends, Elaine (with bronze Zander) to
sleep over.  Elaine was the first of her fire lizard-owning
friends to visit since Impression (I capitalized the Day in my
mind) and I couldn't help but attach some significance to that.

As usual Jay was showing off her domestic skills by doing
something in the kitchen.  Since her mother passed away, I've only
insisted that she know *how*; most times we'd eat reheated frozen
dinners or something from the burger joints in town.  I always
tried to hit the four basic food groups: Stouffer's, Banquet,
Healthy Choice, and Fast.

Elaine sat on the couch, Zander on her shoulder.  I sat at my
computer, a FreeCell game ignored, while tending to my faire.  I
could feel her eyes on us, but other than my crooning to Pat and
Julie, there was no conversation. Then she sighed.  I watched
surreptitiously as she soothed Zander, who stirred at her sigh,
until he returned to his somnolence.

Pat and Julie were more vocal, softly harmonizing their pleasure
at being caressed, as I worked Oil of Olay into their hides. One
of the fire lizards, a blue, had gone *between* and not returned,
possibly a victim to dry, cracked skin in the cold of *between*.
Elaine from her vantage and I through Jay had managed to convince
the remaining girls of the importance of this ritual.

Jay chose that moment to bring her first platter of cookies from
the kitchen.  With her mouth full (an unbreakable habit) she
warned that they were still hot and we should be careful.

My hands were still covered with moisturizer.  I cleared my throat
to get Jay's attention and held up my slimy digits; Jay smiled and
stuck a cookie between my teeth.  I smiled a cookie-faced smile
while inhaling air around the cookie to cool it.  I winked at Jay.

Elaine took a cookie and held it with just her nails.  She took a
small bite and had to suck a little cooling air herself.  I winked
at her, too, eliciting a blush.

I finished my ablutions with Pat and Julie while somehow eating
the cookie without dropping a crumb.  I reached for a towelette
from the dispenser I kept handy and wiped my hands.  I then used
the towelette to remove a crumb from the corner of my lips before
disposing of it in a wastebasket.  Pat and Julie both climbed my
chest and crawled past the open top button of my shirt to nestle
in the warmth between shirt and shoulder.

"Jay tells me you might be able to answer a few questions about
fire lizard eggs," I said, without preamble.

Elaine's head whipped up, eyes wide, looking for Jay.  But Jay was
back in the kitchen, busy with the next tray of cookies.  She
looked at me.  I looked back, eyebrows raised slightly.  I did my
best not to convey anger or accusation, just curiosity.  She
didn't know what to say.  A silence grew while we looked at each
other.

"Jay won't tell me anything herself."  I broke the silence first.
"She's honoring an oath, and I promised to respect that.  But she
did say she could introduce me to someone who could answer my
questions, and you're the first she's invited over since the
hatching.  Am I guessing wrong?"  I never raised my voice, but
never broke eye contact.

Elaine wanted to tell someone.  I could see it in her eyes.
Perhaps she'd shared parts of the story with her friends, but none
of them knew it all, just what they needed to known to get their
promises of secrecy.  Could she tell me?  She had to trust
someone.  She sighed and looked away.

"I read a lot."  It began as simply as that.  She couldn't look at
me. "I read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, especially.
When I read the "Dragonrider" trilogy, I fell in love with a place
called Pern, and the people who lived there.  Do you know the
books?"  She glanced at me and I nodded, smiling.

"Anyway, I read all the stories about Pern.  I loved the ones with
Menolly, like "Dragonsong" and "Dragonsinger".  I wanted to *be*
Menolly, with her talent and her voice, and people loved her, and
she had a fair of fire lizards...

"But I can't sing very well, and I can't write poems or music, so
it wasn't a very realistic dream.  But my dreams at night, they -
I - it was, like, I could picture the fire lizards flying around. 
I could *feel* them in my dreams.  I could feel... happiness,
and... curiosity, and..." she blushed, looking at her sneakers
"other things," she finished weakly.  She looked at me again.

"I could make a fair guess about the 'other things'," I said with
a trace of a smile, "but I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

She blushed again, but continued.  "One night a while ago, I was
having one of those dreams. One with 'other things' in it.  And it
suddenly turned into a nightmare.  I felt afraid, more than
afraid. It was like watching a horror movie when the bad guy jumps
out, only even more intense.  And I could feel heat and fear, and
I guess my mind screamed 'Come to me' because I was where it was
safe, you know? I don't think I yelled out loud because nobody
woke up, not even me, right away.

"And it was, like, gone.  Just stopped all of a sudden, and I woke
up. And I'm all covered with sweat and confused and still shaking,
and it was all so real I don't know what to think."  She looked at
me.  "Does any of this make sense to you?"

"Actually, it does," I nodded.  "You may not be able to compose or
sing, but if you were born on Pern during the ninth pass, *I*
think you'd be able to talk to dragons.  You'd be 'Searched', and
you would impress a queen.  I think you've been linked with fire
lizards on a planet far away, centuries before the first humans
will arrive there. What happened next?  Or should I tell you my
guesses?"

Elaine could only stare, mouth open, for the moment.  She had
figured out that she was linked to fire lizards, if only in her
dreams.  But talk with dragons?  I thought she would be able to
talk with dragons? That idea had never occurred to her.  She
wanted to be like Menolly; I compared her to Lessa and Brekke.
Her mind boggled.

Seeing she was unable for the moment to continue, I did. "You lost
the link because the fire lizard you were linked to obeyed you.
She went *between*, coming to you.  It sounds like she had
completed a mating flight when a volcano erupted, and she
panicked, and you provided an image, a destination, she could
escape to.  You were her lifeline to safety."

Elaine nodded.  "I think that was it."  She shuddered at the
memory. "After what seemed like forever, sitting up in my bed
scared out of my wits, she just appeared out of thin air, and
dropped on me.  *That* scared me almost as much as the dream."
She paused to swallow.  "I had had these vivid dreams, and I knew
what a fire lizard looked like, and it wasn't exactly the image
artists have put on the web, but close. But to have one drop on
you?" She shuddered again.

"And she was so cold, and still, and I could barely *feel* her.
She was afraid, more than anything, but so weak."  Elaine paused
again. Her eyes had misted over, and she needed to wipe them
before she could continue.

I got up from the computer desk and moved carefully, mindful of
the fire lizards, to join her on the couch.  I put my arms around
her shoulders to comfort her.  Elaine was grateful.  She needed
that, just now, and put her head against my chest.  She would have
used a shoulder, but those were occupied.

"She had traveled an unimaginable distance *between*, which
McCaffrey describes as cold.  She must have arrived in
hypothermia, and possibly in shock," I said softly.  "You couldn't
know, when you called out to her, how dangerous the trip would be.
Remember Lessa's ride to bring the old timers forward?"

Elaine sniffed, then spoke into my chest; "She was so cold, and
tired, and scared.  I carried her to the bathroom and ran a sink
full of warm water. My mom put my feet in a bucket of warm water
when I played outside too long and my lips turned blue.  And I
held her head above water and rubbed her and talked to her, and
she was trembling and twitching and I was so scared..."

"You did good.  You did the right thing.  You felt her fear, and
she felt yours, but you acted; you didn't give up, and neither did
she. That's important, too."  Elaine rocked in my arms as I spoke
softly. Jay handed her a soda, and she drank deeply.  Jay sat on
the ottoman -she had never heard these parts, and was fascinated.

"Thank you.  I didn't know how much I needed to tell someone."
And she had needed to tell someone.  I could almost feel the fear
became a more distant memory as she sat cradled in my comforting
arms. Finally, she could continue.

"When she seemed warm enough, and stopped shaking, I wrapped her
in a towel and put her in my bed.  I got the heating pad from the
bathroom closet and plugged it in and put the towel on it.  It got
too warm for me, but I wanted her to be warm, so I stayed with
her.

"She never left my bed.  She never flew again.  Her wings might
have been damaged from the cold - I didn't know how to check.  I
snuck scraps of food from the kitchen to feed her, and I kept the
door to my room closed all the time.  At least my family respected
my privacy that much.  Nobody bothered us.

"I came home from school one day and there they were, she'd laid
her eggs on the heating pad.  I guess she knew she couldn't return
to her hatching grounds, could hardly move, but she laid her eggs
just the same.  Oh, Mr. B, she was so weak!  Laying the eggs must
have taken all her strength.  I hoped she would last to see them
hatch, like that queen who lost her rider, but she disappeared
that night."  Elaine was openly sobbing now.

I hugged her tighter, murmuring softly.  Pat raised her head with
a querulous chirrup, and began nuzzling Elaine's hair gently.
Julie joined in as well.  When Zander awoke on her shoulder and
began to stroke his knobby head against her chin, she *felt* the
warmth and comfort like a tangible cloak, and her tears began to
ebb.  I know, because I felt it, too.  When Jay waggled a cookie
under her nose, she managed a chuckle.

Enveloped in sympathy and understanding, which was magnified by
her link with Zander and even sensed from Pat and Julie, Elaine
felt better than she had in months.  She felt she could remain
cocooned in this feeling forever. The links told me as much.  Of
course, other priorities intervened.  I noticed the shift in the
color of those swirling eyes first.  Someone was getting hungry.

Jay noticed, too, and fetched a prepared platter from the
refrigerator via the microwave "Just to take the chill off," she
said.  Everyone was soon busy, keeping hungry fire lizards from
awakening the neighbors.

Awakening.  Sometime during Elaine's revelations and comforting,
the summer sun had gone down.  That meant it was probably quite
late.  A wall clock confirmed it was approaching 10 PM.  Where had
the time gone?

"Do you have to work tonight, Dad?" Jay asked.  It was my normal
wake-up time on work nights.

"Not tonight.  The Friday Night to Saturday morning shift is the
only one where two people are scheduled, and I requested time
off."

To Elaine I explained, "We have five people working four ten-hour
shifts each.  Two work from 11 PM to 9 AM.  One of those works
Tuesday, through Friday, the other Friday through Monday - that's
me. The evening shift works from 3 PM to 1 AM, Saturday through
Tuesday and Wednesday through Saturday.  A day shift guy works 7
AM to 5 PM Saturday through Tuesday.  The Superintendent works
Monday through Friday, 8 AM to 4:30 PM, and covers the odd day
shifts."

Elaine listened politely, not really caring but I could tell she
was glad I was here tonight, and glad I was available to talk to,
and easy to talk to. She told me so.

I smiled.  "It's really easy to listen, when you have empathic
amplifiers in each ear.  Jay can tell you I haven't always been
easy to get along with. Particularly when we first moved here."

"You had a lotta reasons for being a bear back then, Dad," she
defended. "You're a lot easier to live with now."

I laughed.  "That's true, and you were some of them.  You've
gotten easier to live with, too."

Elaine said, "It's hard to picture you as a grouchy old bear, even
though Jay has told me some things.  I see you now, and I can't
picture it."

"I have trouble picturing it, and I lived it," I said, softly.
"You know the one about the frog and the scorpion?"  Elaine shook
her head. "The river is rising and a frog and a scorpion are on a
little island that's about to be underwater.  The frog, of course,
can easily escape.  The scorpion pleads, 'Let me ride to safety on
your back.' The frog says 'How do I know you won't sting me to
death?' The scorpion points out 'If I did that, we'd both drown.' 
So the frog agrees.  Being helpful is in his nature.  The scorpion
climbs on his back and they start across.  Halfway there, the
scorpion stings the frog, and they both drown, because that's in
*his* nature."

Elaine just looked at me.  What was the point here?

"Being happy and easy to get along with is in my nature," I said.
"People have remarked on it most of my life.  When things happen
to change the way you are, sooner or later, you return to your
nature. Even the scorpion could only make it half-way against his
nature."

"Enough of this.  Time for you girls to pretend to get ready to
sleep. Try not to stay awake past two - if you do, Jay wakes up
grumpy.  It's her nature."

Jay used the bathroom first, emerging in a size XXL Chocoholics
Tee shirt. On the front it said "Chocoholics 12 Step Program"; on
the back, "Never be more than 12 steps from chocolate". Elaine
thought it was cute.  When Elaine was brushing her teeth, I
performed my own ablutions in the master bath, which shared a
wall.  A toilet flushed. A sink ran.  She left the bathroom as I
was coming down the hallway in the opposite direction.  I
ostentatiously covered my eyes as she went past, causing Elaine to
smile.

I almost stumbled when I felt the emotional relay from our fire
lizards. Elaine was checking me out!  But I continued by without a
backward glance. She watched me seat myself in front of the
computer. Shortly I heard the familiar sounds of the modem,
followed by "Welcome" and "You've got mail." I still felt a tinge
of what I guessed was interest, as she continued to Jay's room.

Elaine and Jay talked for hours.  They talked about the usual
things, boys, driver's licenses, boys, clothes, boys, makeup and
jewelry, boys...

Some time after midnight, Elaine casually asked, "So, does your
Dad, like date a lot?"

"No," Jay yawned.  "He *says* he's waiting 'til I move out, 'cause
two women under one roof is trouble.  That's like a Chinese idiot-
gram or something."

"Maybe he's seeing someone and not telling you," Elaine probed.

"I'd know.  He's always home.  A couple of times he went out to
the bar down the street with some people from work, but they were
all guys."

"Does your Dad drink a lot?"

"No.  The times he went out, his friends teased him about getting
fucked up on three beers.  He kept a six-pack of beer in the
fridge for, like, a year. We used to have hard stuff around, but
he got rid of it 'cause we kept drinking it and he caught on."

"Did you get in a lot of trouble?"

"No, he just dumped it all down the kitchen sink."

"Cool.  My Dad would've whipped my ass and grounded me forever.
Like when he caught me smoking."

"I didn't know you smoked."

"I don't - now.  My ol' man like to tore me a new asshole.
Grounded me for three months.  Checked my room every day, sniffing
for smoke. So I quit. What did your Dad do when he caught you?"

Jay sighed.  "He got this look on his face, real sad-like, you
know?" Elaine murmured an affirmative noise in the dark.  "He
said, 'I smoke, so I'm not going to be a hypocrite' and then he
said he was disappointed in me, and he hoped I'd quit before it
was too late. Then he started buying my cigarettes, so I wouldn't
use lunch money or steal his."  She paused.  "Then he showed me
how much my cigarettes were costing every week and cancelled my
allowance to pay for them."

"He buys your cigarettes?" Elaine asked.

"Yeah.  He says this way he can track how much I smoke and he gets
to give me shit if he thinks I smoke too much.  But you and Steph
are the only friends I have that don't smoke, and he doesn't care
if the others smoke at our house.  He doesn't tell their parents
or anything."

Eventually, the two girls drifted off to sleep.

Elaine woke up confused.  It took a moment to remember where she
was. This was Jay's room, in Mr. B's house, and she was in a
sleeping bag on an air mattress on the floor.  Jay was in another
sleeping bag, her futon arranged as a couch instead of a bed.  It
was still dark.  Why had she awakened?

It was a dream, a hot, sweaty, intimate dream.  She could feel her
nipples pushing against her tee shirt, very sensitive and the
feelings from below...

It wasn't like the "other things" in her fire lizard dreams she
had avoided talking about, and yet it was.  Zander was asleep, and
the sensations still continued.  She squirmed around in the
sleeping bag, unable to find a 'comfortable' position.  It was as
though an unseen... what?  hand? tongue? *Something* was caressing
her, from head to toe and back again, lavishing attention on her
erogenous zones - she was turning into all erogenous zone. Her
hands went to cover her nipples and pussy, to fend off the unseen,
unknown, but thoroughly felt assailant.  But there was nothing to
touch, nothing to push away, and her hands turned against her as
well, rubbing, pinching, and squeezing in concert with the phantom
force.

Her climax was sudden and intense.  She inhaled sharply and her
throat constricted, curtailing what Elaine was certain would have
been an ear-piercing scream, if only she could let it out.  She
rode the waves of orgasm until - again without warning - her body
completely relaxed. Her breath came out as one long sigh, her
throat now too relaxed to wail.

She lay still, her heart pounding, her breath short and panting,
bewildered by what had happened.  She had had dreams, and
daydreams while she fondled herself, and those "other" fire lizard
dreams.  None had ever been this personal, this intense.  What was
happening to her?

She heard the creaking of a bed, then saw light under the door.
Mr. B was up.  Had he sensed anything?  Was he aware of the dream
as well? Elaine blushed as deeply as she ever had.  She would be
mortified if she had sent her incredibly erotic vision to him via
their fire lizards.  She heard a toilet flush, and a water
running.  It sounded like a shower.  Well, she was hot and sticky;
perhaps when Mr. B finished his, she would take one in the main
bathroom, if the hot water lasted long enough.

After a short while, the shower stopped.  Elaine had had time to
catch her breath and calm down.  If Mr. B had a wet dream, he
probably wouldn't associate it with her - didn't guys have those
dreams all the time?  She waited until the light went out under
the door, then gathered her clean clothes and got out of the
sleeping bag.  The tee shirt she'd gone to bed in was still damp,
and clung everywhere.  She left the bag open to air out and dry.

Elaine padded down the hallway to the main bathroom.  A nightlight
in the bathroom cast enough light to navigate the length of the
hallway. Halfway there, Mr. B entered the hallway from the other
end, an open diet coke bottle in one hand.  They came to a halt on
either side of the dimly lit doorway, both mostly in shadow.

"You're up," he stated the obvious.  She could make out that he
was clad only in boxers.

"So are you," Elaine contributed to the scintillating
conversation. Could he tell how disheveled she looked?  Would he
identify that "freshly fucked" look in the shadows?  Could he see
her blushing?

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Why?"  Elaine took a half-step further into darkness.  He could!
Somehow he knew, and was trying to save her embarrassment.  Elaine
blushed more deeply.  She'd blushed a lot in the last day -
humiliation was becoming a constant companion.

"It was my fault.  I should have realized Pat and Julie would pick
up my, ah, feelings, and broadcast them.  That you would feel them
too." He looked at the floor.  "Can you forgive me?"

He thought that *he* had caused the dream.  "Elaine blurted, "It's
not your fault!  I can't control my dreams, and Zander must have
sent..."

"Mine weren't dreams," he interrupted.  "I was wide awake.  The
dream didn't come from you; it came from me."  Was *he* blushing? 
It was so hard to tell in this light.

"Oh," she said in a small voice.  It works both ways.  Then she
giggled.

He looked up and cocked his head.  "What's so funny?"

"I wonder if eight other girls woke up tonight feeling what I
felt."

Distress warred with mirth on his face, and lost.  He managed a
rueful chuckle, followed by a snort.  "I sure hope not.  Pat and
Julie have met Zander and you, but none of the others, yet.  And
you were less than twenty feet away.  I sure hope there's a range
limit on this sort of thing, or the future is going to very
interesting to say the least."

Elaine thought about the implications for a moment, and clapped a
hand over her mouth to suppress the laughter that threatened to
erupt.  "If any time *any* of us are fu.. fooling around, all of
us know about it, we're all going to spend a lot of time
blushing."

"Are you blushing now, Elaine? he asked, grinning.

"Big time.  And I bet you are, too," she giggled.

"If I blush any harder, I'll have a stroke."

They both giggled uncontrollably for some time.  When one would
stop, the other would continue afresh.  Finally, Mr. B regained
control.

"Elaine, you've read all of the Pern books, right?"  He turned
serious.  She wrestled with herself for control, and managed a
nod. "Do you remember when Menolly and Sebell were alone in the
boat and Sebell's queen rose..." he trailed off.

Elaine's eyes grew round.  She hadn't thought that far ahead.  Now
she was contemplating a mating flight.  Mr. B was anticipating...

He nodded, seeing that she was beginning to understand the
implications. "Tonight, Pat and Julie were asleep, and just
radiating my emotions.  When the time comes for them to rise..."

"Ohmigod.  And all the males belong to.."

"...teenaged girls." he finished for her.  "If tonight was any
indication, those are going to be some interesting flights."

Elaine stood in stunned silence, and not a little trepidation.
She wanted to take comfort in Mr. B's arms, but in many ways he
was the source of her anxiety. She took a hesitant step forward
and stopped, squarely in the light from the doorway.  What should
she, could she do?

Mr. B could not avert his gaze.  Elaine's damp tee shirt still
clung to he body, particularly her breasts.  He closed his eyes
and stepped forward to envelop her in a loose embrace.  Elaine
relaxed into his arms.

An instant later, three fire lizards circled over their heads,
wheeling awkwardly in the confined space of the hallway.  Mr. B
raised his arms parallel to the floor and all three immediately
alighted. Zander awkwardly climbed to Elaine's shoulder, sharp
claws causing both humans to flinch. Three pairs of eyes of eyes
radiated concern at finding their master and mistress gone,
slowing to a swirling green now that they were found.

Mr. B turned Elaine in his arms, and propelled her into the
bathroom. "Clean up," he said mildly, closing the bathroom door.
Elaine spun on her heal, a retort on her lips, to find the closed
door ignoring her. Belatedly, she realized that Mr. B was
attempting to exercise restraint and self-control.  She should
too, she told herself, but remembering the feelings of arousal so
short a time ago, she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Elaine pulled the tee shirt over her head and pulled the panties
away from her crotch and off.  The panties resisted; they were
quite sticky.  She adjusted the temperature of the shower and
stepped in. She lathered a washcloth and passed it over her body,
paying an inordinate amount of attention to her breasts and pussy.
She dropped the cloth and continued washing her most sensitive
areas by hand.

The knock on the shower wall startled her.  Mr. B's muffled voice
through that wall telling her she was a naughty, naughty girl
caused her to miss a stroke, and delayed her climax.  But even
when she removed her hands to add more soap, her arousal continued
to climb; her stimulation was not all in *her* hands or mind.  She
returned both hands to her pussy and almost immediately came, a
knee-weakening, mind-shattering orgasm as good or even better than
the last.

She managed to remain standing until the soap rinsed from her
body. After toweling herself dry, she donned clean panties and tee
shirt and walked the hallway toweling her hair.

*I'm going to hell,* I thought.  Not that I particularly believed
in hell, but I knew I was a condemned man.  After I turned off the
computer and went to bed, my mind had been preoccupied with the
curves and scent of a not quite 17 year old girl who had spent
some time in my arms this evening.  At no time had my actions been
improper.  Damn it, at no time had my *thoughts* been improper, at
least consciously.

It was that flicker of interest as she went to bed that had
triggered it. *She* had considered *me* in a sexual way.  All the
thoughts and fears that I had suppressed when I learned that I had
the only fire lizards of their gender had erupted to the surface. 
As I lay in my bed trying to bury those thoughts, I could hear the
girls chattering away.  When at last the sound died off, an image
of Elaine came unbidden into my mind.  Where my arms had offered
only comfort in reality, in fantasy they encircled her, and pulled
her to me.

Irrelevantly, some snatch of a description of nudity in Japan
tried to make itself clear in my mind.  It was looked at but not
seen?  Seen but not noticed?  I couldn't remember.  But the way it
applied now was that the sexuality of underage girls, after
decades of self-conditioning, was noticed but not considered -
until now.

 From my reading, I believed that I had at least a year before Pat
or Julie would rise to mate.  By then, Elaine would be 18 and
legal, though such a May-October affair would raise a great many
eyebrows.

But her tight jeans enclosed womanly hips tapering to a slender
waist, her T-shirt covered the curves of pleasantly rounded
breasts.  No doubt a bra concealed the true shape (I recalled the
feel of a strap when my arm comforted her) but I had no doubt they
were firm with youth, and more than adequately arousing.

I took myself in hand as I pictured the curves revealed.  I
pictured her nude form, imagination and experience filling in the
blanks where direct observation failed.  I pictured caressing
those curves, spreading those legs, applying lips and tongue and
fingers.

As masturbation fantasies go, this one was a winner.  I climaxed
sooner than I expected, and powerfully.  I got out of bed and
cleaned myself up with a quick shower. Instead of returning to
bed, I went to the kitchen.  I needed a drink, and though a
bourbon and coke would have been welcome for once, I settled for a
Diet Coke.  I returned to my room.

Or at least I tried to.  I ran into Elaine in the hallway.  From
the looks of her damp T-shirt, molded to her breasts, she's been
experiencing some physical exertions. "You're up," I said.  I'm a
clever devil, am I.

"So are you," she replied, breathlessly.  From her blush, I could
guess what her exertions had been.  I could even guess the reason.

"I'm sorry," I said.  Did she know why?

"Why?"  Elaine backed a half-step and blushed more deeply.

She did.  "It was my fault.  I should have realized Pat and Julie
would pick up my, ah, feelings, and broadcast them.  That you
would feel them too."  I averted my gaze at her half-seen nipples.
"Can you forgive me?"

Elaine blurted, "It's not your fault!  I can't control my dreams,
and Zander must have sent..."

She didn't.  "Mine weren't dreams," I interrupted.  "I was wide
awake. The dream didn't come from you; it came from me."  It was
my turn to blush.

"Oh," she whispered.  Then she giggled.

"What's so funny?"  *I* could see humor in this, abstractly.  How
did she see it?

"I wonder if eight other girls woke up tonight feeling what I
felt."

I don't know which of my emotions were displayed. A chuckle
escaped which I suppressed with a snort.  I hoped there were range
limits and told her so. But she thought it even funnier.

Elaine's mouth dropped open.  She clapped a hand over her mouth to
stifle her laughter, but her eyes twinkled anyway. "If any time
*any* of us are fu.. fooling around, all of us know about it,
we're all going to spend a lot of time blushing."

I asked if she were blushing now.

"Big time.  And I bet you are, too," she giggled.

"If I blush any harder, I'll have a stroke."  I could feel the
heat in my face.  At least that kept the blood from rushing to
another part of my anatomy.

We both giggled for some time.  When one would stop, the other
would continue afresh.  I fought for control, and finally achieved
some small measure.

"Elaine, you've read all of the Pern books, right?"  She managed
to stop and nod.  "Do you remember when Menolly and Sebell were
alone in the boat and Kimi rose..."

Elaine's eyes grew round.

I nodded, seeing that she was beginning to understand the
implications. "Tonight, Pat and Julie were asleep, and just
radiating my emotions.  When the time comes for them to rise..."

"Ohmigod.  And all the males belong to.."

"...teenaged girls.  If tonight was any indication, those are
going to be some interesting flights."  Once again, I had that
stray image of a bunch of girls and their fire lizards gathered
around me while Pat and Julie blooded a squirrel.

Elaine stood with her mouth agape.  I could not tear my eyes away.
Elaine's damp tee shirt still clung to her body, particularly her
breasts.  Her nipples were becoming distended. I closed my eyes
and stepped forward to hug her.  She relaxed in my arms.

Suddenly, three fire lizards circled over our heads.  Perfect
timing. I raised my arms and they all landed and clung.  Zander
climbed to Elaine's shoulder, his claws causing us both to wince. 
Three pairs of eyes of eyes radiated concern at finding their
master and mistress gone, slowing to a swirling green now that we
were found.

I turned Elaine and pushed her into the bathroom.  "Clean up," I
said, and closed the bathroom door.

I went down the hall to my room.  I took a long pull on the Diet
Coke. I figured, one last trip to the john, and then off to sleep.

On the other side of the bathroom wall I heard the shower running.
My nipples became erect, followed by my cock.  Since, at that
particular moment, I *hadn't* been thinking of the naked teen less
than three feet away, this arousal had to have an outside source.

I rapped on the separating wall.  "Elaine," I called, "you are a
nasty, nasty girl!"  I had to add my own stimulation to what our
fire lizards were transmitting.  Between whatever she was doing,
and what I was doing to myself, the climax arrived swiftly once
again.

Lying in bed, I worried that the rapidity of our orgasms was
unsatisfying, until it occurred to me that they were both intense
and mutual.  With that comforting thought, I fell asleep.

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