Perverts 'R' Us

Don't Touch!

By Danyealle ( F/F )

From birth, everyone knew Onyx was unique and special, born with a thin membrane of skin over her face, her family knew she had special gifts. It wasn't until she was walking and talking that things began to manifest themselves. For as long as she could remember, when she touched someone she would get bits and pieces of them, like what they were thinking or something they had done, sometimes even a glimpse of their future. They weren't strong by any means; it was more like a brief, fuzzy flash, then was gone. Since this 'talent' had always been there, she thought nothing of it. She also assumed that everyone could do what she did. After a while she realized that most people couldn't, some even thought what she did was evil and wrong. That thought scared her at the time; making her wonder if she was evil because of it. After that she did the best she could to ignore it when it happened.

When she started going through adolescence things got infinitely worse. Not only did those visions get clearer and more defined they were so powerful that at times her head throbbed for hours afterwards. Also, the visions lasted a lot longer; in some cases she could see most of the person's life. Another effect was that, rather then getting them from a few people, she seemed to now get visions from almost everyone. At times this could be overwhelming for her, like if she was in a big crowd and people were brushing up against her, there were so many visions she felt as if she would go mad before they stopped.

As bad as all those were, the worst by far had to be school. By the time she was in high school, she was an outcast, feeling different from all the others around her. Most of the other students viewed her as a freak, someone odd and scary. That got worse after one day being brushed up against by one of the cheerleaders. She got an impression of a car accident that was so vivid and realistic it left her shaking. Without thinking about consequences, she desperately tried to warn the girl about getting in the car. Eventually she was able to persuade her, but the fallout from that was enormous. The football player that was driving it was killed in a head-on collision with a truck. The next day at school what she had done was all over. People treated her as if she had some kind of contagious disease or something. Others were even hateful about it, teasing her mercilessly. After that, she closed a shell around her and would never let anyone close.

After high school she ghosted her way through college, trying to avoid as much contact with others as she could. It was during this time that she began to view her 'gift' as more of a curse. She longed for what everyone else had the ability to be normal. Day after day she saw couples walking around hand in hand. That made her heart ache and she longed for someone like that in her life. But she was realistic, until she could learn to shut off whatever it was she had she didn't have a chance to live a normal life.

As time wore on, she did learn a few tricks to help with it. Wearing gloves, since they cut off skin to skin contact, did away with a lot of it. Only the really vivid and strong ones got through. She could live with that! Learning meditation also seemed to help get them under control to a certain degree. It was a way of learning to lessen their impact on her and control the reaction she had to them.

By the time she was in her first year of her masters' degree her life seemed to be a lot better than it was. She was able to actually go out with people and made friends without the fear of what she may glimpse about them. For the first time in her life she actually had friends and felt accepted. Eventually, despite her best efforts, her new friends did find out about what she could do. But much to her surprise they didn't care and it didn't seem to bother them. As a matter of fact they respected it and called it a true gift. Being used to people freaking out about it, this came as quite a shock! But a pleasant one to be sure.

It was at this time that she met the person that would change her life forever. Sabra was a self-proclaimed witch. Always dressed in black with thick gothic make-up she was so unique that she stood out in any crowd. Something about her drew Onyx in and held her spellbound, so to speak. It was Sabra that took it upon herself to teach Onyx how to start controlling things. Even with the heavy class load during the masters' program Sabra made sure they worked on it at least three times a week, teaching meditation and how to block out what would come in. At the end of the semester while she couldn't totally block out everything it had been minimized to the point it was like background noise, something she could easily ignore.

By the second year of the masters' program the two women were almost inseparable. Onyx had learned to almost totally control the visions and could easily block them out when she wanted to. Also, she had learned that people weren't the only thing she could get visions from, inanimate objects could also give her visions, it was just a little bit harder to read them is all. They had also experimented with tarot cards and other means of divination, all of which Onyx seemed to have some aptitude with as well.

One night in their final semester, they were sitting in Onyx's apartment, messing around with tarot cards. Both had a couple glasses of wine during the evening and a soft mellowness had enveloped them. Like what happens with almost everyone when they drink, a few inhibitions had dropped. Onyx could feel a desire coming from Sabra, one that involved her. As the night wore on more and more often she could feel Sabra's eyes on her and the desire coming off of her in waves.

While shuffling the tarot deck their hands brushed, giving Onyx a jolt of pure lust coming from Sabra. Stopping cold, she looked into her friends yellowish-hazel eyes. Sabra was starting at her as well, breathing a bit heavier than normal. Leaning forward, Sabra kissed her gently, sending jolts of passion through her body. Quickly, their clothes and the cards were tossed to the floor in a pile and they were locked in a passionate embrace, naked on the bed, lips devouring each other.

Gently, Sabra shoved Onyx down on her back and slowly kissed her way over and down her naked chest. Taking the pink nipples of her teacup sized breasts into her mouth, sucking and teasing them with her tongue. When they were stuck out, hard as little nubs, she kissed down her flat stomach to the triangle of soft, black hair that grew between her legs. Looking up into Onyx's deep brown eyes, she grinned and winked at her then teased the slit, already glistening with juices, with the tip of her tongue.

Moaning loudly, Onyx arched up a bit, letting her legs fall open. Her skin was prickling and a light sheen of sweat was beading off of it. In her lifetime she had a few encounters of a sexual nature, not a lot, but none had made her feel like this! It was as if her blood had turned to molten lava and was surging through her body, lighting the nerves and skin ablaze. A low, persistent throb had developed in her groin that was slowly spreading outward, enveloping the rest of her body. Soft moans started escaping her as Sabra's tongue found her way to the sensitive little button hidden among the lips. Coaxing it out with her mouth, she licked on it, letting her tongue dance across it in a way only women could master.

With a practiced touch, Sabra worked on her friends' clit then slid two fingers gently into her wet hole, twisting them around and sliding them in and out. As the moans and whimpers grew louder, her body started to thrash about. Never before had she felt anything this good!

While her friend was thrashing under her, Sabra arched up and let a couple fingers wander down to her own dripping snatch. Rubbing it how she liked it best she continued to suck and lick on her friend's clit. Through instinct she was able to tell when Onyx was close so twisting her fingers around inside the now sopping wet pussy, she found the nub of her g-spot and started to stroke it. Although the reaction wasn't immediate it was fast. Arching off the bed, her knees clutching around Sabre's head, Onyx let out a hit pitched howl then came, drenching her friends face. Rubbing her own clit faster, she soon came herself then collapsed, still between Onyx's legs, head resting on her belly.

No, this wasn't the only time the two indulged themselves with each other. It happened several more times before the end of the year. After that, they each went their separate ways. Sabra moved to California and opened her own business dealing with occult supplies, becoming quite successful. Onyx changed schools to get her doctorate. Eventually she became world renown for her studies in parapsychology. Sure, they stayed in touch as a lot of close college friends do but friends was as far as it ever went. Onyx often thought of the Goth chick that had helped her so much when she needed it, smiling. Without Sabra she didn't think she could have become what she was and for that she would always be thankful.