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Avatar 
Part 6

      	After drying off and changing into jeans and a t-shirt, Ken
grabbed some food and turned on the TV.  He quickly flipped past the
latest news shows to the weather channel.  He really didn't want to
listen to political bull shit and since it was an election year, it
was hard to escape.  Some of what he'd been hearing lately about
various laws was making him worry.  But truthfully, he'd been so
wrapped up in disinterest that he hadn't been paying that much
attention.
      
      	The weather was supposed to be nice today - clear and in the
80s.  A perfect day to head to the beach, which was one of his
favorite places.  He didn't swim much since the Pacific was so damned
cold, but he loved to walk along the paths and listen to the ocean. 
The pretty girls he got to see was an added incentive.  Even more so
now, since he was ready to for some experimentation with his powers.
      
      	He wondered what Lea had meant when she said that he could use
the energy that she'd left him?
      
      	Dropping the dishes in the sink, he got into his car and took
off.  The traffic was pretty light, even for the middle of a Friday
and he made great time.  The smell of the salt air and the feel of the
sun on his skin revived his sense of well being.  He walked along the
path, eyes scanning everything from behind his sun glasses.  There
weren't many people here, but then it was still early in the day.  Ken
suspected that after noon, things would get a little more crowded.

	At one point he removed his sandals and walked out onto the sand.  He
stood for a long time at the ocean's edge, just listening to the
waves, feeling the salt air on his skin.  He couldn't remember the
last time he'd felt this good.  He wanted to actually put his feet in
the water, but he really hated the cold - and in April, this water was
cold.  Finally, he turned and walked back to the path.  There were a
few stores open and he ducked into one to grab a soda.  Eventually, he
settled onto a bench that faced the ocean and relaxed, letting the sun
sink into his body.  It was amazing, he thought, how a small thing
like this could make him feel so good.

	His mind drifted as a light breeze blew over him.  He thought about
what he'd done with his life since... well, he didn't want to think
about that incident.  He realized though, that he hadn't even been on
a bicycle in years.  Why had he given it up?  He'd loved to road ride
and it had complimented the marshal arts training so well.  For the
first time in years his body yearned to get on a bike and just ride. 
Even more, his bones and muscles ached to hit the tatami mats again. 
He could almost smell the mats, feel the fluid movements his body used
to perform.

	Ken sat up abruptly, pulling his thoughts from that direction.  He
removed his sunglasses and put his head in one hand.  He couldn't go
back to that.  It had cost too much last time.  Who knew what would
happen this time?  He pushed those thoughts away, slipped on the
glasses and looked around.  As he did, two girls sat on the bench
opposite his.

	He leaned back, stretched his arms over the back of his bench and
eyed them.  They were both very, very cute.  And also, pretty young. 
Brit, as she liked to be called, was 16 and Tanya was 15.  The
knowledge sank into his brain and he decided that this was as good a
time as any to begin his experimentation.

	They were noticing him as well, which was odd, he thought.  Brit
nudged her friend, then leaned over and whispered something into her
ear.  Tanya colored a bit, and elbowed her while they both dissolved
into giggles.  Ken examined the girls with out using any of his
abilities at all.  Brit had dark hair, already had a tan and nice
sized breasts.  Tanya, her friend, was a typical California blond -
except that her breasts were very small.  Her skin was also beginning
to sport a nice tan.  Both girls were wearing small bikini tops, small
nylon shorts and had been inline skating down the path.  Their skin
shown with a bit of sweat.  Ken pushed a bit.

	Brit was horny - but then, she was almost always horny.  She loved
the out doors, loved the sun and loved the fact that the warm day was
allowing her to skate.  And show off her new bikini top.  She was
wondering, in fact, if Ken had noticed her.  She knew her tits were
nice because guys were always staring at them.  That made her self
conscious, but it also got her wet as hell.  Her small thong was
currently soaked from the excitement generated by the stares she'd
been getting.  Tanya was also enjoying the day, but she was
embarrassed for two reasons.  First, she hated the fact that her tits
were all nipple.  Sensitive nipple, that insisted on poking out
whenever it would be most humiliating for her.  Second, she'd
forgotten to put on deodorant.  She still wasn't used to using the
stuff, since she'd just started needing it, and Brit had talked her
into going skating before she'd had time to begin her day.  So she
could smell her sweat and it... disturbed her.  Brit could smell her
too, and liked it.  She had often seen her friend naked, but had never
gotten to do anything with her.  She'd fooled around with a few girls
and liked it a lot.  She liked boys too, but girls couldn't get her
pregnant.  She'd been wondering for almost a year if Tanya would like
to fool around a little.  They were good friends though, and she
didn't want Tanya to hate her.  Tanya, for her part, had never thought
of another girl in a sexual way.  Ken saw that it wouldn't take much
for her to start though.  Tanya was a very sexual person, just very
private about her thoughts and feelings.  He felt a lurch and time
seemed to telescope.  It only lasted a second, but during that time,
he realized that the combination of being very private and shy and
having a strong sex drive would not be a good thing for her.  She
would either spend a lot of time frustrated, or end up in an abusive
relationship with someone who gave her great sex, but treated her like
shit.

	Ken wondered what would happen if the two of them had sex.  He
thought that if it went well, Tanya would be a lot better for it.  He
started wondering if he could make that happen.  He was sure that Lea
could.  But he didn't have the power - not yet anyway, to set up a
situation where sex between them would be inevitable.  Still, how
would they react to a shared fantasy?

	He continued to concentrate on the girls, absorbing the energy that
Brit was throwing off.  Absorbing it, then feeding it into the fantasy
that he was beginning to spin for the two teens.

	Brit looked over at Tanya.  Tanya looked up as an unaccustomed wave
of arousal seeped into her belly.  She found herself wondering what it
would be like to kiss her friend, then blushed.  She couldn't turn
away, though she tried.

	"What's wrong Tanya?"

	"Nothing," she replied.
      
	Brit was horny.  Somehow, she knew that if she were to push, just a
little, Tanya would let her kiss her.  They were together in her
bedroom - they'd just gotten back from skating and the rest of the
house was empty.  She leaned close and Tanya's aroma reached her.  Her
wide blue eyes were staring into her dark brown ones.  Beads of sweat
had broken out on her upper lip.  Brit's hormones were moving into
overdrive, and Tanya had no idea how to cope with the sudden onset of
sexual desire for her friend.  Brit continued to move closer until
their lips touched.  Tanya let out a little moan, her nipples
hardening against the damp bikini top.  Brit probed further with her
tongue and Tanya opened her mouth.  They both tasted the juice they'd
been drinking and Brit thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. 
Her thong was drenched and she could see Tanya's nipples poking
through her top.  God how she'd love to take one in her mouth.

	They continued to kiss, and Brit gently stroked Tanya's arm, causing
the girl to shiver.  More stroking created a little moan and they were
lying back on the bed.  Brit's hand drifted to Tanya's slightly damp
stomach, stroking the flat, bare area the way she herself liked to be
touched.  Tanya just moaned and kissed her harder.  Brit pulled away
from the kiss, letting her fingers run up the center of Tanya's torso,
between her small breasts and to her throat as she ran her tongue down
to Tanya's neck and ear.  Tanya's hands were clenching and opening. 
She didn't know what to do, but she knew that she didn't want her
friend to stop.

	Tanya lay there as Brit kissed her throat, then down to her chest. 
Her nervousness at having such small tits disappeared as Brit's tongue
and teeth teased the skin of her upper chest.

	"Take off your top," whispered Brit.

	Tanya's pupils were dilated as she looked at her friend.  Shifting,
she pulled the strings and removed her top.  Nervousness returned as
she bared her breasts to the other girl.  What if Brit thought she was
too small and laughed at her?

	Brit moaned, the scent of Tanya's skin and the sight of her beautiful
body causing her belly to clench and her pussy to spasm, forcing out
more of her thick juices.  She ran her tongue over the damp, salty
skin, nipping with her teeth just under the dark pink, erect nipple. 
Tanya groaned as Brit whispered how beautiful she was, then took the
nipple into her mouth.  Tanya actually came from that.  Brit almost
came herself, feeling the hard nub expanding even more in her sucking
mouth.  Her hand worked the other nipple, rhythmically squeezing and
tugging it, working Tanya back up the curve toward orgasm.

	She let go of the nipple under her fingers and worked her hand
underneath the damp shorts, her fingers gliding over the soaked panel
of cotton that guarded her friend's treasure.  Tanya pushed her sex
into the delicate fingers that were sliding over her covered lips and
pleasure spread through her.  Brit moved up to kiss her again, while
trying to get her out of her pants.  Tanya had no qualms about
helping, and soon Brit was kissing her way down Tanya's belly, heading
toward the lightly haired slit with her tongue.  She teased them both,
kissing Tanya's upper thighs, licking close, but not on, the puffy
outer lips, then nipping her way down the thigh to the girl's knee. 
She wanted so badly to plunge her tongue into the sweet smelling
pussy, but wanted to draw out this first time for them both.  She
kissed her way back up to the junction, then held her head above the
drooling slit, inhaling Tanya's musk and looking at her.

	Tanya's eyes were glazed and she really wanted Brit to let her orgasm
again.  She was so close!  Tanya looked down at the other girl, and
smiling, Brit slowly dipped her tongue into the blonde's sex, opening
the lips and releasing a small flood of pent up juices.  They were
delicious  - tangy, salty, musky -Brit had never tasted better.  Not
even her own, which she'd sampled many a time.  Tanya stiffened and
came when Brit's tongue speared her sex and slid inside.  It took only
seconds for her to come again while the other girl worried her clit,
sucking while lashing it with her tongue, then slid a finger inside
her.  She came so many times that it seemed like she never left the
peak.  Finally Brit backed off when Tanya started getting very wild. 
She crawled up and cradled the sweat soaked girl in her arms and
kissed her as she came down off her high.  Tanya could taste herself
and she liked it just fine.  She gazed at her lover and knew that Brit
would taste just as good.  Tanya just had to get the strength up to
remove Brit's clothes.

	Ken shook his head.  Wow.  That had been intense.  He looked up at
the girls.  They were sitting there panting and sweating as if they'd
been, well, like they'd been having sex.  He thought he could detect a
wet spot in Brit's crotch and the nipples on both girls were very
evident.  They looked at each other, rose off the bench and, holding
hands, skated away. He could feel the warm glow of  energy that the
fantasy had created and knew that those two were off to seek someplace
more private.  They both had the same thing on their minds, even
though Tanya was still going to be very shy.

	He, however, wasn't going anywhere - especially with his cock rock
hard.  It would be noticed.  Looking at his watch confirmed that only
a few seconds had passed instead of the half hour or so it had seemed.
 He could feel the energy in his body, zipping along his nerves.  He
felt alive.  He felt incredibly good.  And he felt incredibly horny. 
He wanted Jane.  Badly.  But he'd have to wait, which meant that if he
still felt this way when she got to his place, she was in for a rough
evening.

	It took a while for things to die down a bit, but eventually he was
able to get up.  As he walked along he continued to think about his
life.  The days before Lea now seemed so gray, so lifeless, and he
felt like he was being reborn.  Ken wondered what else he should do
today and was surprised that he really wanted to get on a bike.  Well,
he thought, he had some money.  He wasn't rich, but he sure as hell
hadn't been spending much in the last five or so years.  He had enough
to get a new bike, and he knew of a store near his home that sold
them.  Ken liked to support local business when he could.
    
    	Off he went, back toward his house.  He spent some time wondering
about the energy that he was collecting.  Was there anyway to create a
sustained feed?  What happened to the people he touched with this
power if he kept contacting them?  If Lea was a Goddess who lived off
this energy, then shouldn't he start a church or something?  He was
both horrified and amused at the thought.  Ken considered organized
religion to be one of the most destructive forces on the planet.  On
the other hand, it would be a blast to create a church that was built
around sexual pleasure, rather than sin, control and the creation of
wealth for the few.  He was sure that such an endeavor would be shut
down before it ever became powerful enough to protect its self. 
Americans, as Lea had pointed out, were completely hypocritical about
sex.  The current administration was full of people who didn't
understand separation of church and state.  They were happy to let
people worship anyway they wanted to - as long as it aligned with
their beliefs.
    
    	Ken pulled into the parking lot of the bike store and entered. 
He wandered around for a few minutes looking at all the bikes.  Shit -
they sure had come a long way since the last time he rode.  They had
road bikes, but they also had mountain bikes and something called
hybrids.  He found himself fascinated by the mountain bikes.  Not only
did they have more gears than he thought anyone would need in a life
time, but they had shocks - front and rear and even disk brakes!  This
was way out of his league.
    
    	"Hi, can I help you?" asked a bright, cheery voice.  He turned
around to see that it belonged to a bright, cheery looking young
woman.  A very fit, bright, cheery, attractive young woman.  He felt
his ability start to reach out to her, and reigned it back in.  There
would be time for that later.  Right now, he wanted a bike.  Still,
she exuded a level of sexuality that only those women who were very
fit seemed to have.
    
    	"Yes.  I'd like to buy a bike."
    
    	She grinned, obviously used to the effect she had on men - women
too, she knew.  She enjoyed flirting with cute guys and cute girls. 
Nothing got her off more than a nice hard ride on a bike, directly
followed by a nice hard ride with the partner of her choice.  The
sweat slicked skin, the salty taste of her partner, the musky taste of
a hot cock or cunt....
    
    	Damn!  he thought.  Ken broke contact and got things back under
control.  Controlling himself was going to be harder than he thought.
This girl loved sex, and he knew that she'd love a little time in some
ropes being pounded with a hard cock or a thick strap-on.  Well, Lea
had said he'd be most attracted to those women that had compatible
interests.
    
      	"Well, you've come to the right place," she said with out
missing a beat.  Her nipples though, were visible beneath her shirt. 
She loved to have them roughly twisted, pulled, bitten and god DAMN it
concentrate!  "We've got stuff for every level of rider and can even
put together a custom bike for you.  Of course, that would take some
time and it's a little more expensive.  What did you have in mind?"
      
      	How about you come back with me, I tie you up and fuck the shit
out of you, thought Ken.  Uh, oh.  Her eyes dilated and she stepped
toward him.  Quickly he broke contact again, but he thought he could
hear the tinkle of Lea's light laughter in his head.  She stopped and
blushed a bit, but gamely tried to cover herself by pointing to the
nearest bikes.
      
      	"These are nice mountain bikes and they'll get you though some
pretty radical trails."  She looked back at him, "Do you ride a lot?"
      
      	"Actually, I used to road ride, but I haven't been on a bike
for more about ten years."
      
      	"Oh," she said with a big grin, "Well, I gotta tell ya, I'll
help you pick out a road bike - no prob, but mountain biking is where
it's at."
      
      	"Hmm," he replied with a big grin, "and I'm sure that's a very
unbiased opinion?"
      
      	She snorted, "Not hardly.  I mean, I do road ride when it's too
wet to do anything else, but there's nothing like being on a trail." 
She turned and started heading for the road bikes,  "We have some
great road bikes too, right over here."
      
      	"Wait a second," said Ken.  "Tell me more about this mountain
biking thing."
      
      	She turned and smiled, "OK."
      
      	Rather than launch into a sales pitch for a bike, she started
telling him about trail riding.  When she saw he wasn't put off by
descriptions of dropping off ledges, riding over logs and through
streams, she really warmed to the subject.  Ken was intrigued.  He
could actually feel her interest in the subject because, for some
reason, the best trail rides she'd had were very sensual experiences
for her.  Especially the ones that had ended with someone between her
legs.
      
      	Consequently, he decided that maybe he should buy a mountain
bike.  When all was said and done, it was close to one o'clock when
they finished and he'd purchased a fairly expensive bike.  A
Specialized Enduro Expert, with suspension, front and rear, twenty
seven gears and even hydraulic disk brakes.  Then she began to tell
him all the other things he'd need, starting with a helmet.
      
      	Initially, Ken didn't see the point of a helmet, but Sandy,
that was her name, quickly disabused him of that point of view.
      
      	"You don't ride without a helmet - it's stupid and dangerous. 
When we do shop rides, we won't even allow someone to come with us
without one," she said.  Then, "Here, take a look at this."
      
      	It was a video of some radical mountain bikers.  It was a ten
minute loop of things that Ken had never thought you could do on a
bike - or anything else for that matter.  There were also some
spectacular crashes which more than convinced Ken that a helmet would
be a good idea.  Not that he thought, even for a second,  that he'd be
crazy enough to do anything like what was on the video.
      
      	He mentioned that and Sandy just smiled and said, "That's what
they all say.  Then it gets in your blood and all you can think about
is the next climb or the next log stack or ledge."
      
      	Before he made it out the door, Ken spent just over three
thousand dollars.  It was a whopping chunk of cash, but he could cover
it.  It wasn't like he planned on spending this kind of money every
day.  It seemed that just the bike wasn't enough.  There were shoes,
clothes, a rack for his car, a pump, a Camelback hydro pack.  He
wasn't even sure he'd be able to ride with the damn shoes - they
clipped right into the peddles.  Sandy suggested that he find a nice,
grassy spot to get used to them.
      
      	"You know," said Sandy after ringing him up, "we have shop
rides almost every weekend.  I'm running one on Sunday and I'd love to
see you there."
      
      	What she'd love to see, Ken knew, was his cock slamming into
her pussy after a nice, hard ride.  She could almost feel his hands
pulling on her small, firm breasts, his cock coated with her juices as
he took her from behind.  Ken would like that too, but had no idea,
oddly enough, what Jane would think of it.  He wondered if she would
find Sandy attractive?
      
     	Thinking of Jane caused his perspective to shift.  It was almost
like he was hooked into her nervous system.  She was incredibly
aroused.  She was doing... something.  It felt like sex, but she was
supposed to be at work.  In fact, it was sex - and with a woman. 
Interesting.
      
      	His focus snapped back to Sandy, but she hadn't noticed a
lapse.
      
      	"Also, I ride on other days.  My number's on the card and if
you'd like to ride..." me, came her unspoken thought, "... just call
and I'll let you know when." Now would be good.  She couldn't believe
how horny she was.  Why this guy was getting to her, she had no idea. 
What if he had a girlfriend?  Hmmm, that could be interesting.  She'd
had girls, and she'd had guys, but never one of each at the same time.
      
      	Ken, once again, pulled his thoughts from her fantasies. 
"Thanks.  I'm sure that I'll want to practice before I start in with
the hard core riders."
      
      	"Hey, we have people of all skill levels.  We're all there to
learn and have fun, so don't let that stop you!"
      
      	They continued to talk as he put his bike on his newly
purchased roof rack and she gave him some more pointers, reminded him
to call her about riding and went inside.  Ken drove off looking for
some place to eat lunch.

	Going to the mall was out.  If he couldn't even handle being around
one girl, being around dozens was going to be a problem.  He decided
to stop at a the deli.  The younger girls who worked there should
still be in school, and Mrs. Schumacher, while a nice lady, had to be
closing on 80 and was a serious, no nonsense battle ax.  Things went
as planned, for once, and he escaped with a nice lunch.  And the
normal questions from Mrs. Schumacher about when he was going to get
married, why he was so thin, and when was he going to find a good
woman to take care of him.

	He went home to eat and when he was finished, contemplated relieving
himself from some of the sexual tension he'd been building up.  He was
beginning to be able to separate the energy that he received from
others and his own sexual drives.  Still all that energy certainly had
the effect of greatly increasing his own sex drive.  He decided to
wait until Jane returned tonight to do anything about it.  However,
since she wouldn't be back for a few hours, perhaps it was time to
take his new bike for a spin.

	When he finally did get back, Jane's car was in the front of the
house.  He grinned as he pulled into the driveway.  He was willing to
bet that she hadn't walked to his house naked this time.   Ken got
out, groaning from the ache in his muscles and the rather large scrape
on his leg, and began taking the bike off the roof rack,

	It was considerably less clean then it had been a few hours ago.  So
was he, for that matter, but he'd had an incredibly good time on the
ride.  The book of trails that Sandy sold him, plus her verbal
instructions had allowed him to find a nice spot for his first ride. 
He made a mental note to get some kind of odometer because a lot of
the trails in the book had directions that depended on knowing how far
it was from point A to point B.  Still, he'd really had a blast just
messing around on some of the easier trails.  Getting used to having
his shoes clipped into the pedals was a little strange, but not too
much worse than when he used to have cages over his feet. 
Fortunately, the one time he did forget to clip out, no one had been
around.  He'd felt pretty foolish laying there on his side in the
grass, still attached to the bike.

	The only thing that had given him trouble was when he'd tried to ride
over a fallen log.  It was pretty chewed up, so he figured lot's of
people had done it.  He gotten over it too, just not the way he'd
hoped.  As the log came up, he pulled a wheelie, and guided the front
tire most of the way over it.  The shocks absorbed the impact with no
problem.  However, he hadn't accounted for how the rear shocks were
going to act and he got literally bounced end over end and went right
over the handle bars.  He tucked and rolled, so the landing, while
ignominious, was mostly undamaging.  However, his left shin had nailed
something on the way over and was scraped rather badly.  He wheeled
the bike to the utility room at the back of the house, then removed
the rest of his gear from the car.  He wanted something to drink, a
shower and food.  And Jane, if she was interested.

	When he opened the door though, he stopped in shock.  There was Jane,
kneeling with her head to the floor, arms out in front of her.  Her
ass was slightly raised and her long, dark hair was pulled to one
side.  She was completely naked.

	Before he could even say anything, she spoke.  "Master your slave
asks for punishment for disobeying your orders."

	Well, he thought, this certainly wasn't what he'd expected to see
when he got home.


End part 6

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