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# CAMP - Ron's Journey

### Part 3: Field Agent Ronald Chaffey

### by WhiteStar

### Chapter 2: New Year, New School, New Strategy

The home was a dream. With ten bedrooms, each person could have their own, though Nikki and Tammy chose to sleep in the same room, as did Megan and Jess. Not that they had any kind of relationship, but they saw themselves as servants of Ron, and he had programmed them specifically to work with each other.

Ron took the Master Suite, and his Mom took the room next to it. The house was beautifully furnished, if somewhat too elegant for Ron's tastes. He'd fix that later. For now, what he wanted was just to settle in.

Over the next few days, the Chaffey family removed the items from their old home into their new, luxurious mansion. By the time the move was complete, it was time for school to start back up. School, unfortunately, started on Ron's fourteenth birthday. 'What a birthday present.' Ron didn't like school all that much, though he liked learning. 'Then again, I can probably make this year lots of fun.' He was entering the same high school as his sister, which was a four-year school, unlike some parts of the country.

On Ron's first day of school, his main objective was finding Targets. He had basically given up Mrs. Hayes, since he wouldn't see her much anymore. Though, he could still use her, since the junior high wasn't very far from the high school. Actually, he turned out to be incorrect, as he found upon entering his American History class. He sat down just as he noticed a very familiar face.

"Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Hayes. Your teacher, Mr. Baker, has been promoted to administration, and so I'll be your teacher this year." She looked over at Ron and gave a smile. 'Well, this is going to be a fun class!'

Ron had spotted other potential targets throughout the day. He saw a couple of the cheerleading squad he recognized from junior high. They had always scorned him before. Now he saw them in a new light. He could have them whenever he wanted them. Ron was thinking along these lines when someone shoved him from behind.

"What you lookin' at, Chaffey?" It was Dale. Apparently, he'd finally gotten out of 9th grade, and made it into 10th, which made him a bigshot on campus, Ron guessed, instead of the pipsqueak he'd been before. That's why he'd always picked on junior high kids, because everyone at the high school knew he was a joke. "That's my girl you were ogling there." Ron didn't think so, but didn't bother saying it. He was trying to decide how best to deal with Dale, and one word came to mind. 'Violently.'

"Fuck off, Dale." He knew he had the power to back this phrase up now.

"Ooh, big words, little man." With that, Dale took a swing at Ron. Ron was fast enough to duck out of the way. Now, he had to make the next part look good. He formed his telekinetic extension, and timed it precisely with his fist. He connected soundly on Dale's jaw. The punch alone would have done very little, but getting hit with Ron's extension was like getting hit by a small freight train. Dale staggered back, and fell to the ground. The rest of the group gaped at Ron, and then took off running.

"Cowards!" Dale screamed. "You got lucky, you little shit. Now I'm gonna pound ya!" Ron looked around. Nobody was looking their way.

"Dale, stop." Dale froze in place. Ron pointed to a large elm standing in the school yard. "I want you to run as fast as you possibly can, headlong into that tree. Do not slow down, do not stop until you hit the tree. Then, if you're still conscious," which Ron doubted he would be, "I want you to get up and do it again, until you can't get up anymore. Then, when you wake up, you will remember my order, but you won't be able to tell anyone what happened. You'll just tell them you snapped. You've got some loose wiring in your head, or whatever. Now, go."

With that, Dale started barreling toward the tree. It was a good fifty yards away, and Dale had a full head of steam up when he connected. Ron had long since stopped watching. He didn't much care for the sight of blood. What he wanted was for Dale to be utterly terrified of him. Word would get around. "Leave Ron alone, man, he's scary." That's the reputation he wanted. He didn't want to be popular, or well-liked. He didn't really give a shit about becoming Student Body President or such crap. He really just wanted to be left alone, and the easiest way to accomplish that was if everyone was afraid of him. He heard the 'smack!' as Dale met the elm tree, but he didn't look. Ron headed to his next class, thinking already about Geometry.

His last class of the day was a tutoring position in a remedial math class. He walked into class and heard someone saying "Did you hear what happened to Dale?"

"No, what?"

"He ran into the old elm tree, full force!"

"Is he okay? What happened?"

"Nobody knows. They took him to the hospital, they think he just snapped. Must've blown a gasket."

Ron just smiled, and walked to the front of the class. There he found a note for him:

> Ron:

> I'll be late for class. Try to get them settled down. Introduce yourself, and start with review, if you can get them to listen to you. Sorry to put you through this, it couldn't be avoided.

> Thanks,

'Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. Well, let's see: Do I do this the easy way, or the normal way? The normal way won't accomplish much. The easy way will make the teacher think I'm a miracle worker. I like the easy way.' Ron smiled to himself, and formed his command. He broadcast it to the entire room. It was an obedience layer, so that they would do what he told them to.

The bell hadn't rung yet, so he let them yak still. He observed the class as he did so. 'There are a couple of really fine bodies in this class. I wonder if they might need some 'personalized service'?'

Just then the bell rung, and, though everyone was now in their seats, they hadn't settled down yet.

"Okay, everybody, let's chill out, okay?" He started out polite, as he was raised. This had little effect other than a few snide remarks from the upperclassmen in the room. Ron figured it was time to exert some power.

"Sit down, Shut up, and Listen Good!" The room dropped dead silent. Everyone faced forward, being very attentive. "That's better. Hello, my name is Ron Chaffey. I am, obviously, not your teacher. Ms. Ford will be here at some point during the period. She asked me to handle things until she got here. I am here as a math tutor. I understand that most of you are studying basic arithmetic, and as high as pre-algebra. I am presently taking Geometry and Algebra II. I am an Honors student, and my job is to help you any way I can so that you can learn this stuff which I'm sure all of you hate, otherwise you probably wouldn't be here. Are there any questions?"

One girl raised her hand, unsure whether to speak in front of everyone. Ron acknowledged her. "I want to learn this stuff, but I'm just not getting it. My teachers say I should have a tutor for this. Can you recommend someone?"

Now, the questioner just happened to be one of the girls Ron had noticed earlier. She was about Ron's height, slender, with nice tits and curly blonde hair. She had brown eyes set in an open face. Her body was just spectacular.

"Yes, I can recommend someone. Me. In addition to tutoring here, I have always provided private tutoring at my home for those students who really need it." He saw no reason to change his policy now, though the money he'd make now sure wouldn't mean much. He'd probably only be taking female students, now. "If your parents feel you need a tutor, have them give me a call." He wrote his new phone number on the board. "If I'm not home, someone will be there, just leave a message."

"Now then, Ms. Ford would like us to do a sort of review, to see where each of you stands...."

About halfway through the class, A young woman walked into the room. She was mildly attractive, about 5'4" tall, dark brown hair, nice tits, and an all-around nice figure. Ron was leaning over, helping a guy with a multiplication of fractions problem. She waited until he was finished. When he saw her, he straightened up.

"You must be Ms. Ford."

"Yes, I am. You're Ronald?"

"Ron, ma'am. Yes, that's me."

"You've done an incredible job here. I didn't think you'd be able to get them to listen to you."

Ron looked around at the students. They were all looking at him, waiting for his answer. "Well, basically they're good kids, Ms. Ford. I just had to get their attention, that's all."

"Well, I must say that I am impressed. Is that your phone number on the board?"

"Yes, ma'am. I wrote it there in case anyone needed private tutoring. I do that, too."

"Well, class, it seems like you have two teachers this year. Lucky you. And lucky me." She smiled at Ron, in kind of a strange way. 'Yep, it's gonna be a fun year.'

School was going along just fine. It had been a couple of weeks since school started. He hadn't started tutoring yet, since it was his policy to wait and see where the student's real problems were. He was moving slowly, not out of caution, but simply because he knew he had time.

Dale was assiduously avoiding him since he had returned to school, and already word was spreading, "Don't mess with Ron." 'Good, maybe now I won't have to worry about those clowns anymore.'

It was the middle of gym class, when the call came in.

"Chaffey! Phone call for you, at the office!" The gym instructor bellowed.

"Yes, sir!" He headed on down to the office, where he saw Mrs. Wimberly, a pleasant older lady, who liked almost everyone, and saw that returned. "Hi, Mrs. Wimberly. Coach Russell said I had a call?"

"Yes, Ron. It's on line 3. Don't be too long, now."

"No, ma'am. Hello?"

"Ron?"

"Hey, James! What's up?"

"We've got, or should I say You've got trouble."

"What?"

Well, it turned out that Gillian Anderson's new series, "Tales of the Unkown" was being filmed in the local area. It also seemed that a rogue psionic had taken over the set. One stage hand had already been sent to the hospital.

"I thought we didn't get involved in this stuff, James."

"CAMP members would be more discreet. This guy turned down our membership. We judge them rather more harshly than we judge ourselves. Besides, this guy's hurting people for no real reason. Non-entities or not, they deserve some protection. Get on it, immediately."

"Understood. I'll leave now." Ron hung up, and turned to Mrs. Wimberly. "Ma'am, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave now."

"You know I can't let you go, Ron. You have to talk to Mr. Whitehead." She called him out into the office.

"What is it, Mr. Chaffey?"

Ron exerted some powers, to get his way, and got the hell out of there. Then he wondered, 'How in the world do I get there?' Then he remembered his comment at CAMP: '"Why don't you just make yourselves invisible? It's got to be faster than driving."'

'Of course! I'll fly there!' Ron concentrated a little, and turned himself invisible. Next, he floated himself up into the air. This was a new sensation, Ron hadn't really done much flying before.

Ron set off for the woods near town, where they were presently filming. Despite a few minor mishaps and one almost-catastrophe involving a large moving vehicle, Ron made it there in record time. He set himself down in the woods, so no one would see him appear. Then, he walked out into plain sight, to see the carnage.

Gillian Anderson was tied to a stake, completely nude. The sight was not unattractive to Ron. Her body shone with a light layer of sweat. Next to her were two other women, whose names Ron didn't know. Ron decided it would be best to leave them tied up for now, figuring the psionic wouldn't bother them if he didn't think them a threat.

He found the psionic tossing the director against a wall. Ron knew the force of the blow could kill the guy. He projected a nice soft cushion against the wall, so the director just slumped to the ground.

"Who are you!" The other psionic screamed.

"Field Agent Ron Chaffey, who are you?"

"I am Penndragon, mighty psionic!"

"We'll see about that." Ron raised his barriers, and got ready for a tough fight.

Penndragon formed a wall of energy and threw it at Ron. It flowed right around Ron, as if he weren't even there. Ron plunged a mental attack back at him, but he managed to deflect it with another attack of his own. As James had warned him, even someone who hasn't learned the mental defenses can defend themselves. If they can attack often enough, hard enough, your attacks never get through.

Ron formed his extension into a bird. This was something he hadn't tried before, but he was confident enough in his shield to try some new things. He detached his extension from his body, and sent it off. Penndragon, also a psionic, saw this, and followed it with his eyes. Ron swooped it around behind Penndragon, who foolishly turned to watch. At that point, Ron slammed a mental control into Penndragon's head. The man had no time to block, no time to fight. He was thrown to his knees, quivering in pain. Ron knew the pain would last until he stopped it.

Now, Ron turned his attention to the women tied up. They had all seen the battle, so there wasn't much point in trying to hide his ability from them, he'd simply have to keep them from talking about it. He undid their bonds, all at once. The two lesser ladies ran to him and gave him a hug, but Ms. Anderson walked over to her chair and had a cigarette.

Ron was enjoying the attention of the two ladies. He was feeling them up rather obviously. He found out they were named Susan and Janine. He looked over at Gillian, who had covered herself up with a blanket.

"That's a filthy habit, ma'am." Ron said to her.

"Go to hell. What, do you people play these games for fun?"

"'You people', ma'am? He and I are not associated. Furthermore, I would never dream of hurting people the way he did, for no good reason."

"But you would hurt people, hmm?"

"Yes, ma'am, in order to defend myself, or my family, or to get even for things done to me in the past. Now, Ms. Anderson, I have to make all of you forget you ever saw any of this."

"Like that's gonna happen!" She eyed him suspiciously, but then she blanked, as he worked into her mind. On top of the mental block about today's happenings, he added a few extra commands. Like, she wouldn't want to smoke anymore. And some other things.

He went around, adjusting everyone, with the two ladies hanging off of either arm. Finally, they were the only two left.

"Well, ladies, it's your turn."

"Awww." Susan pouted, "Can't we have some fun first?"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked knowingly.

"Well, we can't let you go without thanking you for rescuing us, can we?" Janine agreed with Susan, and Ron was not willing to argue the point.

"What did you have in mind?" Like he didn't already know. Neither girl was probably over 19, both seemed to be nymphomaniacs, and the fact that he had just probably saved their lives made him a very attractive partner, indeed.

They headed over to a trailer normally used for makeup. Once inside, they worked together to remove Ron's clothes. Soon, all three were nude. Susan started kissing Ron, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and wrestling it with her own. She rubbed his chest with her hands, and generally worked to get him excited.

Janine dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock. "Oooh. Such a nice one." She kissed the very tip, and used her tongue to lick his cock into her mouth. Her technique was dazzling. Ron was going into overload, but these two weren't about to let up. Susan continued massaging his chest, and Janine began to fondle his balls, as she took his cock into her throat. Ron's knees were starting to give, and so they worked their way slowly over to a couch, where he could sit down. Susan sat down with him, and then he leaned over to suck on her tit. She leaned her head back and moaned. He reached down and massaged her clit, sometimes inserting a finger into her hole, and then gliding it along her clit as he withdrew. She was shuddering with pleasure as he changed the angle of his stroke each time.

Janine was still working on his cock, and she had him close to coming. "Oh, yeah, girl. Suck it harder." He kept fingering Susan, but his body was jerking too much to keep sucking on her tits. Suddenly he felt the head of his cock swell, then he erupted into Janine's mouth. She swallowed it all. When he was done, she sat back with a smile on her face. Then Susan got down and started sucking again. She wanted him hard, and hard now. Ron finger fucked her pussy until he had his finger nice and lubed, then he poked it up her ass. She stiffened for a moment, then moaned and relaxed.

He motioned to Janine, who came and sat next to him. He kissed her for awhile, while fondling her breast with his free hand. Then, seeing he was hard enough, Susan ceased her sucking. "Fuck me. Do it now."

Ron got up, and Susan got onto all fours on the couch. Ron got behind her, and pressed in. Susan let out a growl as he sank deep into her cunt. "YES! Oh that feels so good. fuck me hard!"

Ron obliged the young lady, hammering into her hard and fast.

"Yes, oh, yes, baby. Fuck Susan, Fuck me!"

Ron reached around and grabbed her tits. Meanwhile, Janine had positioned her pussy in front of Susan's mouth, so that she could get some pleasure of her own. Ron grabbed Susan's nipples, and twisted lightly. Susan let out a squeal, and increased the pace. She stopped eating out Janine long enough to say, "Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Pinch my nipples, hard! Go for it!"

Finally, she came. Big Time. Janine backed off, but Ron kept riding her for all he was worth. She barely stayed on the couch. She writhed and bucked and squirmed for minutes, until she was finally exhausted, and collapsed on the couch. Ron was still hard, and really needed more. He pulled out of Susan, and walked over to Janine, who seemed to be in just as much need as he was. When he got there, she said only one thing.

"Fuck me, baby."

She wrapped her arms around him and french-kissed him in a manner designed to suck all the fillings out of his teeth. If he hadn't already been hard, he would have been after that. He moved her up against the wall, and reached down to position his cock. Once he got it into her, she used the wall and her strength to wrap her legs around his waist. Lucky for Ron she wasn't very big, or he might have dropped her. They started a rhythm, slow at first, but building quickly to a feverish pace. They stopped momentarily to drop to the floor, but then went back at it with the same fervor. Janine was mewling and squealing with pleasure, and Ron was grunting out his enjoyment. Finally, she peaked, and squeezed his cock for all it was worth with her pussy muscles. She arched her back and screamed, and her pussy rippled up and down his cock. This was all he could take, and he shot his load up into her, feeling her with his come.

Ron pulled out, but neither Janine nor Susan would be moving anytime soon. He gently covered both of them, re-organized a few of their thoughts, then left. After ripping some information out of the other psionic's head in preparation for a visit from James, he released him and flew back to school to finish out his day. He knew the other guy would take a couple days to recover from the kind of assault he'd just been through. At least, that's what the manual said.

When Ron arrived home, to his new house, Dr. Brown was there, to see Sandra and Dawn. It was the first time he'd actually been around during one of her home visits. When he walked in, Dawn was crying. Ron went immediately to her side.

"Dawn, what's wrong?"

"It's the kids at school. They were ragging on me for being pregnant. Oh, Ron! I know you want the baby, but, it's so hard for me!" She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He held her until she settled down, then laid her back in the chair.

"I hope you're happy with yourself." This was Dr. Brown, watching from the doorway. "You've managed to mess up a perfectly normal family. And what you did to your mother-"

"I did NOT do that to my mother, you stupid cow! My Father did. Now, unless you have something important to say, shut the hell up."

"Actually, I do. Due to the... nature of the pregnancy, I ran genetic tests on the fetus. He will have serious problems when he is born." She continued, listing the problems and their effects. Dawn was crying quietly now. "My recommendation is an abortion."

"Dr. Brown, would you leave the room, please?" It wasn't really a question, and she left as ordered. "Dawn? I don't know what to do about the kids at school yet, but this, I can fix. Okay?" Dawn nodded.

Ron placed his hands on her abdomen. He imagined he was part of her, and then part of the baby. He worked his way into the cells. He could actually see the defects. They showed up like red marks on his school papers. Ron knew he'd be here all day redoing each of millions of cells. So, he improvised. He formed his extension into a genetic reprogrammer. The device would find these bad spots, and redo them. It would run "In the background" as programmers say. It would use his brain power, but not run consciously. He would need to stay near her, but not actually in physical contact. Not that he was going to leave her anytime soon, anyway.

"You know I love you, don't you, Dawn?" Again, she nodded. She gave him a little smile. Just then, Ron spotted Kumiko. "Kumiko, come here please."

Kumiko entered the room and walked over to Ron. "Yes, Master?"

"Get me a pillow, and a can of soda." Kumiko went to retrieve the requested articles. When she returned, Ron placed the pillow behind Dawn, for support. He drank the soda himself. It had been a long day, and looked to be only half over. Kumiko remained by his side, not willing to leave unless he needed her to fetch something. Dawn was actually dozing now, the tension having wore her out.

"How was your day, Kumiko?"

"Master, I changed your room the way you asked me to. I have also attempted to help your mother rearrange the house more to your tastes. She is still not well, but I think she is doing better."

"Thank you. You have done very well. I'm sure I will be happy with the work you have done." Kumiko smiled, and bowed, though a little less this time, since she was kneeling.

"How are you feeling today?"

"I am well, Master. My bruises have all healed."

"Yes, now you're as pretty as the first time I saw you. Not that I thought you were any less pretty before." Kumiko blushed.

"Master, I..."

"Kumiko, do you know what your name means?"

"Well, Master, I am very rusty with my Japanese. Mother and Father did not speak it very much at home, because they wanted to become true Americans. No, I do not know what my name means."

"Kumiko means 'Girl Forever Beautiful'. It is an accurate description of you. You have always been beautiful to me, and you always will be." Kumiko blushed again, and averted her gaze. Ron gently stroked her cheek, but then he felt something tug at his mind.

He focussed on it. 'Oh, it's just the processor, telling me that it's done.' "Kumiko, would you go get the doctor, please?" She left to do so, and Ron looked at Dawn. 'I'll find a way to handle the kids, Dawn. At least we know this crisis is over."

Dr. Brown came back in. "Yes? What is it?"

"Did you double-check the results of your test?"

"No, I did not." She seemed offended at the concept.

"I would like you to do so."

"Listen here, young man, I don't take orders-"

"Just DO IT." He was getting irritated with the lady, then decided to get even. Obviously she didn't like him. He wasn't really interested in her, either, given her attitude. He didn't want to mess with so visible a person, since it would be easily noticed. But, he did have ways...

As she was preparing the test, she stared at Ron. All of a sudden, she felt a chill run down her spine. Then, she felt her pussy twinge. 'What's happening here?' Her breasts began to tingle, and her body started to heat up. 'I am NOT excited by this, this pig. Never!' But the signs were unmistakable. Her hands were trembling, and she had to steady them to perform the test. By now, her love juices were flowing down her leg.

"I'll... go get this analyzed." She quickly left the room, not understanding either her body, or the smile on Ron's face.

The doctor called back a few days later to say that the second test showed no defects at all. She would need to run another test to be sure. She was very uncomfortable, but she apologized for her error.

Ron had enjoyed taking that call. 'The ass deserved what she got.' Now, Ron was in his last class for the day, Math Tutoring 101. He had been helping lots of the kids today, they were dealing with common denominators, and they were all having trouble getting it.

Near the end of class, one of the girls, Michelle, asked him, "Ron, I think I'm really gonna need special tutoring on this one. Can you tutor me after school?"

"Sure, Michelle. Just have your Mom or Dad give me a call, after six or so."

When the bell rang, Ms. Ford asked Ron if he could stay a few moments. They waited for the rest of the class to file out, then she shut the door and locked it.

"Ron, you've been doing a spectacular job with the kids. It's really been great having you here. I think a lot of these kids might be able to make it out of here this year, thanks to you."

"Thank you, Ms. Ford. It's a little early in the year to tell, though."

"Well, I can see the beginnings of comprehension in them, Ron. You've sparked some interest in this class." She had moved over to her desk and sat on the corner, crossing her legs. Today, she had worn a very nice skirt and blouse combination in pale yellow. Her hair had been nicely done up, so that Ron had figured she had a date after school. He hadn't known it was with him.

"Well, Ms. Ford -"

"Please, when we're alone, you can call me Linda."

"Okay, Linda, thank you for the compliment. I'm just glad I can help." Which was the truth; Ron had always enjoyed helping people in need.

"Good people like you usually say that giving is its own reward. I think you deserve more than that." With that, she got down off the desk and walked over to him. She was just barely taller than him, since he had grown over the summer. She pulled him to her, and kissed him on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised, but not enough so not to return the kiss. He placed his hands on her ass, and squeezed. She was madly pulling at his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as she could without breaking their kiss. He had pulled her skirt up, and now had his hands insider her panties on her ass, kneading it in big circles.

She got his shirt off, and started to work on her own. He almost stopped what he was doing to help, but sensed she didn't want him to. He was curious why she was doing this with him. A little probing showed her insecurity around men, along with a driving need to make love. 'Well, who am I to object?' So, he rolled with it. She managed to get off her blouse and bra, and now he felt her bare tits press into his chest. It was a wonderful feeling, her nipples were hot points burning into him. She worked furiously at his jeans, getting them undone, and pushing them down. She did the same with his briefs, so that his cock sprang up and out. She ground her body against his, so that his cock was trapped between them. He unsnapped her skirt, and it fell off, leaving only her panties. These, as was his custom, were ripped off her body. Now they were naked, and still kissing madly. They hobbled over to her desk, where he laid her down. She had cleared it off during class time, probably for this eventuality. He poised his cock at her opening.

She broke the kiss long enough to say, "Do it, Ron. Make me scream with wild passion. Make my eyes spin. Fuck me." Ron was happy to oblige. He plunged into her hole with all the energy of a buck in rut. He massaged her breasts, twisting her nipples and pinching them lightly. She writhed under him, wrapping her legs around his back in order to pull him deeper into her.

Ron broke the kiss, so he could fuck harder. She kept up a steady stream of encouragement. "Yes, Ron, honey. Fuck me harder! Yes, oh yes...God that's so good.....Oh, Yes, YES, YES!... Do it to me... make me cum... Make your teacher CUMMMMMM!" Her body was wracked with spasms. She grunted once, twice, and then went completely rigid. Her pussy was milking his cock, and finally it was just too much. He spurted his come deep into her womb, and that sent her off on a whole new series of spasms. She writhed around under him, until she finally came down from her high. She was panting now, completely out of breath. She smiled up at him.

"Oh, God, Ron! I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself anymore. I haven't had sex in so long, and you were just so helpful, so mature...." She didn't have the words.

"Glad I could help, Linda. Anytime you need my 'help', you just let me know." He smiled down at her, in a way that let her know it was "okay".

"We'll have to keep this our secret." She said.

"No problem. I wouldn't want to spoil a good thing."

"See you tomorrow, then?" She had gently pushed him off her, and was sitting up now.

"Yes, I'll be here." Ron got dressed, and left.

A week or so later, Ron encountered Dawn during a lunch break. She was being taunted by other girls about her pregnancy.

"Everyone knows only easy girls get knocked up."

"Who's the pop? Or don't you know?" And comments of that sort. It was taking its' toll on Dawn, and Ron had just about all he could take of that crap. He strolled over to his sister and gave her a hug.

"Is this really necessary, girls?"

"Oh, look, it's little brother to the rescue."

That was it. The last straw. He knew these girls for what they were: vindictive spiteful little tramps who didn't deserve to walk the earth with his sister. He drew them in a little closer with a look, and whispered to them. "Girls, you're messing with my sister. Unless you want to end up looking like Dale Jessup, I'd advise you to stop it, right now. My sister is off limits, forbidden territory. Spread the word. If I have to deal with this problem, somebody is going to get hurt." His tone of voice, and the matter-of-fact expression on his face said volumes. He was not kidding, nor was he bluffing. They believed not only that he 'could', but that he 'would' hurt anyone who crossed him.

"Sure, Ron, sure." They all echoed the sentiment, and quickly moved off. Ron turned to his sister, who was looking at him.

"What did you tell them?" She wanted to know.

"I told them not to mess with you. That, if they did, they would have to deal with me, and that would be unpleasant for them. You're my sister, Dawn. I love you, and I'll always protect you. Promise." They hugged, and he went on his way after making sure she was okay. Another crisis, handled peacefully. Fear was an effective weapon. He had absolutely no interest in those girls at all. They were attractive, sure, but they were also all airheads. He wasn't even sure they had the capability for rational thought. Anyway, it was time for class.

When he got home that night, there was a message on the machine. "Hi, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother. I'm calling for Ron Chaffey. If he could call me back when it is convenient, I'd appreciate it..." and she gave a number. Ron picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Jasper and Jasper publishing."

"Yes, I'm returning a call from Mrs. Donalli." Ron had learned that no one took kids seriously. He figured if he was "returning a call", they might not ignore him. It worked.

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Ron Chaffey."

"One moment, Mr. Chaffey." 'Mister. Wow.'

A moment later: "Ronald?"

"Please call me Ron, ma'am. You are Michelle's mother?"

"Yes. She insisted I call you and arrange for tutoring. She says you have been very helpful in class, but that you cannot devote enough time to her individually."

"Yes, ma'am. I regret that, but I do have 20 kids to deal with in class."

"Well, some personal tutoring should be just the thing, then. How much do you charge?"

"My normal fee is $10 an hour. Usually, I only take students for an hour at a time. However, I have decided on a new structure this year, to see how it will work. I'm charging $15 for a two hour session."

"That sounds just fine. One more thing: do you work at our house, or yours?"

"Mine, ma'am. It allows me to set up a better study atmosphere. Plus, it removes familiar distractions."

"That makes good sense. Very well, then. When can you start?"

"Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. That's a good night for me, if it's alright with you. Say, 7 o'clock?"

"Yes, that will work nicely."

Ron gave her the address, and said goodbye. He would need to choose a good study room, and get it ready. Michelle was hot, and he knew he was going to have some fun.

The following day in school, he met up with a little trouble. Well, maybe little isn't the right word, since it consisted of roughly a quarter of the football team.

"Those were our girls you insulted yesterday."

"Insulted? I didn't insult anyone, guys. I told them to leave my sister alone."

"No one tells my girl what to do."

"Just what are you going to do about it, Biff?" Biff wasn't his name, but he looked like a Biff.

On the other hand, the guy didn't like being called Biff. He swung on Ron, who had already erected a 'kinetic shield. His hand appeared to hit Ron, when actually it stopped about half an inch short. The guy must have thought he hit a brick wall, or a sheet of iron. He recoiled, holding his hand. It was very possible he had several broken bones.

"Don't mess with me, guys, or someone's going to the hospital, and it won't be me. You know what happened to Dale Jessup, right?" He let the implication that it was his doing just kind of hang there.

One of the other players stepped up, but before he could do anything, Ron posed a palm-strike to the chin. It looked good, Ron positioned his extension perfectly. The player landed about eight feet away. "Are y'all sure you want to continue this? Or should we stop now?" Ron was in total control. Normals, he realized, were a piece of cake. It was psionics he had to watch for.

By now, the players had enough. They left in a hurry, the leader still holding his hand. 'Well, at least he's not our quarterback.'

Math Tutoring class was interesting to say the least. He was getting strange looks from Michelle and Ms. Ford. He understood the look from Linda, but he wasn't sure what Michelle was up to. He'd find out soon enough.

When class ended, he hung back just a bit, so he was the last student to leave the room. Ms. Ford was standing by the door, and, as he was about to leave, she grabbed, him, embraced him, and gave him a deep, blood-warming kiss. "That was for making my life easier. Thanks, Ron. See you tomorrow." Somehow, he managed not to weave down the hallway after that.

It seemed as if 7:00 would never come. He had been ready for the past half-hour. At five minutes of seven, she arrived. Her mother brought her up the walk, and they rang the bell. Ron had banished the rest of the household to non-visible rooms in the house, essentially the upstairs. He tried not to run to the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Donalli, Michelle. Please, come in."

They entered a large foyer. Mrs. Donalli was fairly impressed with the house. "What does your mother do, again?"

"Well, my mother is an executive with a small company. Most of the family income is generated by me."

"Tutoring pays this well?" She was joking, of course.

"No, ma'am. I tutor because I enjoy it. I have a part time job consulting for a national organization on computer matters, and some other items." Which was, essentially true. CAMP had told him to keep up with his computer programming. The 'other matters' of course, covered a multitude of sins.

"I see. Well, is your mother home? I would feel better if an adult were around."

Ron had expected this. His mother was standing discreetly in a doorway. "Mom?" She walked over. "Mrs. Donalli, this is my mother, Sandra Chaffey. Mom, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle's mother."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to know that their was supervision in the house." Michelle looked both embarrassed and impatient. He thought he understood both of those. He was wrong.

"Well, I'll be here pretty much all the time. Besides, you can trust Ron. Your daughter is in good hands."

The adults yakked for a couple more minutes, then Mrs. Donalli left. Ron showed Michelle into the study room, and his mother went back upstairs.

"Sorry about my Mom. She's a little over-protective."

"No problem. So, shall we get down to work?"

"Yes, let's" Just then, Ron felt a tug at his mind. He grabbed it, deciphered it, and then almost blew it. He almost smiled, but that would not have been right. For this command had come from Michelle. 'A psionic! But she's not on the list. Let's run with this, and see where it takes me.' Ron followed along. Her suggestions weren't actually working, but since he could read them, he followed them. He kept his face neutral, and started removing articles of clothing. She had him down to his underwear, and still he had not revealed himself. Finally, she wanted him to remove those, but she was still fully clothed. He figured it was time to get even. Not maliciously, but forcefully even so, he grabbed control of her mind.

She almost panicked. 'What's happening to me? Why can't I move? Why can't I scream? I don't understand!!!' By the time she'd managed those thoughts, he already had her down to her underwear, using 'kinesis. He decided to let her off the hook now.

"Not much fun when the target fights back, is it?" He was smiling cheerily, not viciously. She grinned, then looked down and covered her mouth with her hand. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say now.

"You're not on my list." Ron still didn't know why that was. "Are you new to the area?"

"Yes. We moved in just before school started." She didn't know what 'list' he was talking about, but he seemed to be calm about the whole thing.

"Okay, that would explain it. So, how long have you known?"

"Known what?"

"About your ability."

"A couple of years. It's just starting to get to where I can make people do things, though. At first, it was just moving objects, ya know? And I hid that from people, 'cause I didn't want them to think I was weird. And then, I started to realize that people would do what I asked them to, without arguing like they used to."

"And I was to be your experiment for.... what?"

"I wanted to know if it would work outside the family." She was embarrassed at being caught, but also interested in what he might be able to tell her.

"Well, it would have, if you hadn't been dealing with another psionic. Damn, I am not cleared for recruitment. Hell, I don't even know if you're good enough yet." Ron was talking to himself, and Michelle didn't understand a word of it.

"Huh?"

"Oh! Don't worry, I was thinking out loud. Bad habit of mine. Anyway, what's the biggest object you've ever moved?"

"My bed. It's a waterbed, if that's important."

'Heavy. She can do it.' "Ever tried to fly?"

"What?" She didn't think she'd heard him right.

"Fly. You know, move yourself. Like this." Suddenly he was floating in mid-air, doing little aerobatics. Michelle struggled with it a bit, and managed to lift herself off the ground about a foot.

"Great! See, it's not that hard. Really pretty cool. Say, just what were you going to do to me tonight?" Ron tried to sound stern, but his smile gave him away.

"Well.... I was gonna, you know, make you...." She couldn't say it, so she whispered it in his ear. Girls were so funny about that. He was the only one in the room, and still she wouldn't say it out loud. "I mean, when I first saw you in class, I thought I wanted to get to know you better, and the tutoring thing was just a really good opportunity, if I could get rid of your mother..."

"Mom has orders not to come downstairs until you leave."

"Well, yeah, but I didn't know that, did I?" She smiled. Apparently, her model for flying affected a zero-g room, because her breasts were actually floating. Michelle was beautiful. She had curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Her face was a nice round shape, with an innocent expression. Her breasts looked just right on her frame, and her legs continued from here to eternity. She was about his height, maybe just a fraction shorter. Not that it matters when both of you are floating three feet off the floor.

"So, you wanted to screw me, huh?" She just blushed and nodded. "Well, no reason to stop now, is there?" She just stared at him. He took things in hand, as he removed her last garments, and his own. He brought them both down to earth. "Wait here a second." Ron went over to the couch and pulled a soft down bed from under it. The bed was about a double-bed size, covered with fake fur. It was meant as something to, well, to "do" things on. He motioned her over to him, as he was sitting on the mat. She stood over him, a little unsure of herself.

"Is this your first time?"

"No, but my first time went by in sort of a blur, and I wasn't really given much of a choice."

"Well, we can stop now, if you'd like." She shook her head, and took his offered hand. He pulled her to him, but not down. His eyes were now at pussy-level, and he enjoyed what he saw. He reached out and softly kissed her on her mound, right above where her clit was. She purred softly, and rested her hands on his shoulders. As he pulled back, he saw her tits hanging down before him, begging for suction. He obeyed the call, and took one into his mouth. He tongued the nipple until it was hard, and sucked the tit until she moaned. Then he moved over to the other one, and repeated the process. When he let go, she sank down beside him on the cushion. He kissed her for the first time on the lips. If her first time had been ugly for her, he wanted this to be better. He was soft, coaxing.

For her part, Michelle was really getting into it. Her first time had been at the hands of a former boyfriend who basically didn't know what "no" meant. She hadn't put up much of a struggle, because she wasn't even sure she meant no. Which was also why she never told anyone about it. Ron, on the other hand, was taking it nice and easy. 'This is the way it's supposed to be.' She kissed him back, progressing from soft to urgent. She pushed him back onto the cushion, and continued kissing him, while she rubbed his chest. Ron didn't resist: he liked it when the women took the lead sometimes. He figured she needed to do this her way, to make it good for her.

Michelle moved her kisses down to his chest. She kissed each nipple, nipping lightly at them with her teeth. She continued down, across his stomach, until she reached the head of his cock. Here, she hesitated. This was something she had been told about, and read about, but hadn't actually done. She thought it was kind of yucky, but she wanted to give Ron a present for being nice to her. She lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Some clear liquid stuck to her lips. She licked her lip and tasted it. Not great, but it didn't make her sick. She continued kissing the head of his cock, noticing that occasionally it jerked. She moved her kisses down the shaft and back up, down and up. Finally, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She wasn't sure of exactly what to do, but then she started receiving images. Not orders, more like instructions. She glanced sideways at Ron, and he just smiled back.

She licked around the head of his cock, and then started pulling more of him in. She got about halfway or so before he hit the back of her throat. Then she started a rhythm. She held the base of his cock with her hand, and sucked him faster and faster. His groans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she heard in her head, 'I'm gonna cum!' She decided to swallow, to see what it was like. She kept sucking until, suddenly, loads of white semen poured into her mouth. The taste was salty, but, she found to her surprise, she liked it. She swallowed every bit of it, and licked around the head of his cock to make sure she got it all. She looked up at Ron, and smiled. "Did I do good?"

"Oh, hell yes! And I think I should return the favor. Lie down." She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she lay down next to him. He gently spread her legs, and maneuvered himself into place. Then he bent in to lick her slit. Up and down, in slow, tortuous strokes. She was shuddering with each pass, and purring quietly from deep in her throat.

Ron flicked across her clit with his tongue. Her back arched, and she grunted. 'Not the typical reaction, hmmm.' He did it again, and she grunted again. 'Must be more sensitive than most.' Ron took great advantage of this. He took her clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, as he whipped it back and forth with his tongue. Ron had Michelle bucking wildly in just a few moments.

"Oh, shit, yes! Yes, Ron. Oh, damn! I want you, Ron, I want you bad! Put it inside me Ron, now, do it now!"

He was tempted, but he knew women, unlike men, can actually get more aroused from an orgasm. He continued his torture, occasionally letting up to lick up and down her slit again, but always returning to her clit. Finally she gave in, and came in a horrendous, screaming climax. Her body went stiff, back arched, arms and legs splayed. She stayed that way for over a minute.

When she came down, she looked at Ron with a look of pure, wanton lust. "Fuck me." This command would brook no argument, not that Ron was giving one. He spread her legs to allow him access, and pressed himself into her. Ron was hot enough that he had trouble controlling his pace, but he wanted her to enjoy this as long as he could make it last. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, their tongues met, and fought a fierce battle, eventually declaring a draw, but not giving in. Ron pumped into her, alternating fast, hard thrusts with long, slow, languorous strokes, bringing her right to the edge, then backing off again. She started to plead with him.

"Come on, baby. Bring me off. You can do it, Pump me harder! Faster! Faster!" Finally, Ron felt the urge building in him, so he caved in to her wishes. He stroked harder, faster, deeper with each thrust. Ultimately, he gave in first. With a grunt and a sigh, he came, pouring his juice into her. At the first spurt, she came in a mind-shattering, ear-splitting, spine-tingling orgasm that threatened to shatter windows. They both were out of their senses for a moment.

When they both came down, they were lying side by side on the cushion. Michelle rolled onto her side to look at Ron. "Thank you. Thank you for making at least the second time, special." She leaned down and gave him a soft, slow kiss. When she broke off, Ron looked at the time.

"Um, I think we should get dressed now."

"Why?"

"Well, your Mom's gonna be here in about a half hour, and we haven't even opened the books yet."

They spent the next half-hour trying to focus on the books. It was difficult, since they had trouble keeping their hands off each other.

It was a couple weeks later, when Mike showed up.

"Ron, I believe you know Michelle here." She grinned at him coyly.

"Oh, yes. We've been formally introduced, and not-so-formally."

Mike got all sorts of information from that. "I see. Well, I'm glad you two get along, because you're going to have to pay her a lot of attention. Like we did with you, we don't want to interrupt her schooling, so she can't come to CAMP until next summer. This is a really bad time for us all, because we can't do things we need to do without becoming obvious. Anyway, she says she's okay with you being her guide. Take care, though. Don't show her stuff she's not ready for."

"No problem, Mike. Hey, I handled my other project pretty well, didn't I?" Mike had to admit that, yes, Ron had done damned well on that one. Mike shook hands with both of them, and left for his car. Michelle was carrying some sheets of paper.

"What're those?"

"Oh. Mike said to give you these. They're instructions for what you can and can't tell me."

"Okay. Let me see them." She handed them over. "Come on in, we've got some things to talk about."

"My Mom thinks I'm on a sleepover with girlfriends. She won't expect me back until late Sunday."

"Good. Then we have a busy weekend ahead...."

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