 
                 --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 6===--
 
Chapter 6
 
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    After Martin's success with Georgia, he was anxious to
learn the rest of how to control his strange ability.  Sarah, however,
told him that he needed to take a week or two off, to let the new
control he had settle into him.  She told him to use it, if he felt the
urge.  He didn't think he would, but he did give in just once, with a
really cute girl in his computer programming class.  She had never
given him the time of day, but one touch had her nearly ripping his
clothes off.
 
    Martin remembered the experience with a mixture of mild
shame and fondness.  She had at least been nicer to him since, but the
fact that he had so easily taken her and... *used* her like some kind
of toy, made him worry about what he would do to others.
 
    He was sitting alone at lunch thinking about it, because
Sarah was off somewhere, probably still at class.  His mind was so
wrapped up in his reminiscing that he didn't notice Peter and Chris
sitting down until one of them asked him a question.
 
    "Huh?" he asked with a distinct lack of intelligence.
 
    "Boy, you were spaced out, weren't ya?" Chris jibed him. 
"I asked you where Sarah was."
 
    "Probably at class.  I would have waited for her, but I was
hungry."  Although this was, in fact, the reason he had come to the
cafeteria, he'd barely touched his food.
 
    "You and Sarah still okay?" Peter asked, meaning were they
still going together.
 
    "Yeah, why?"
 
    "Well, I thought I saw one of the girls from your computer
class with you the other day..."  Peter saw Martin's face redden ever
so slightly before he got it under control.
 
    "Oh.  She, uh... just wanted to talk about a project we
have to do."
 
    "Uh-huh," Peter replied, unconvinced.
 
    "So, where's your better half, anyway?" Martin asked,
trying to change the subject.
 
    Peter's face fell.  "Back in my room.  She wasn't hungry
yet."
 
    "At least you're learning to do things without her, man,"
Chris said.
 
    "I'll catch hell for it later.  The thing is, now I know
she won't eat lunch at all.  That really bugs me."
 
    "Her choice, man."
 
    Martin kept his peace about it, knowing certain things, and
remembering a talk he'd had with Chris the previous semester.  But he
couldn't do that kind of thing.  Not with Sarah around.  And not to
forget Becca.  What would *she* think of all of his playing around? 
Martin worried dreadfully over what Becca would think of him if she
knew all the things he had done.  Did she know what he'd done with
Cathy Farmer?  They hadn't exactly been quiet about it, even though the
house was old and had very thick doors and carpeting.
 
    Martin let his friends talk around him as he sat there,
half-listening, and fretting over what the people in his life who
didn't know what he was would think of him.
 
    His temperament was not improved when Jennifer came to the
table.  Her tray had almost nothing on it, only a roll and a bit of
salad.  She nodded to Martin, ignored Chris altogether, and was
apparently giving Peter the cold shoulder routine.
 
    "Nice you could join us," Peter said pleasantly, with no
trace of sarcasm.
 
    "Somebody didn't give me much choice," she muttered darkly.
 
    *Why does she have to be like that all the time?* Martin
wondered.  She had even treated her family that way while he was
there.  If Monica and her mother had not assured him that Jennifer was
like that all the time, he would begin to wonder if it was him that was
the problem.
 
    Conversation lagged with Jennifer at the table.  Only a few
comments were made, and those were about school.  Jennifer said
nothing, only grunting or nodding in response to remarks aimed in her
direction.  She picked at her food, barely eating any of it at all, and
her presence soured the mood at the table for everyone else.
 
    It did, however, have the curious effect of letting
Martin's hunger be satisfied.  Without any conversation, and with his
own nasty thoughts side-tracked by thinking about why Jen was such a
bitch, his stomach managed to coax him to put some food in it.  He
looked down to notice in surprise that he had actually eaten his entire
lunch.
 
    He immediately got up from the table.  He didn't want to be
in this atmosphere any longer than necessary.  He said good-bye to the
guys, and then he made a point to turn to Jen.  He said, very
politely,  "See ya later, Jen."
 
    She looked up at him for a moment, her countenance a
measuring one.  Then she let loose the very faintest of smiles, really
just a twinge of the lips, and nodded at him.  So, it wasn't him after
all.  That's always nice to know.
 
 
 
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    Martin had taken to spending at least two nights a week
with Lianna.  He didn't have her as a teacher anymore, and so he had to
make a special effort to see her.  The look on her face that always
greeted him made nearly any amount of effort worth it.  And the time
they spent together...
 
    Martin was coming back one morning from one of his visits
when he saw Peter walking back and forth outside the dorm in a
short-sleeved shirt and pants.  Since it was below forty degrees,
Martin wondered what the hell his friend was doing.
 
    "Hey, Pete," Martin said as he walked up.  "What are you
doing out here?"
 
    "She locked me out of my own room!  My keys are in there
with her!"
 
    "Well, just get the RA to open the door."
 
    "He's not home right now, dammit!"
 
    "Well, why the hell are you standing out here in the
fucking cold?"
 
    "Because I don't want to look like a dweeb standing in
front of my door banging on it."
 
    Martin chuckled, but only for a moment so as not to offend
his friend.  "C'mon.  You can wait for the RA in my room."
 
    "How long you been standing out there?" Martin asked as he
opened his door.
 
    "About a half an hour.  Hey, I didn't see you leave.  When
did you get up?"
 
    "Uh... early.  Around six, I guess it was.  Needed to do
something."  Martin tried to keep his voice even, and failed, but Peter
let it go.  He was hardly in the mood to wonder over his friend's odd
behavior just now.
 
    "Yeah, well, it must be nice not having a roommate, but I
wish mine would get back from his fucking class so I could get in! 
I've already missed Calc."
 
    "Pete, when are you going to give her the heave-ho?"
 
    Peter hung his head in shame.  His friends had been telling
him to dump the girl for four months now.  "I just can't seem to do it,
Marty.  Something about her... it's like she's got me bewitched or
something.  I don't know."
 
    "Hmph.  Well, for starters, don't ever leave your room
without your keys from now on!" Martin said with a laugh, to lighten
the mood.  It went over like a lead balloon.  "Look, Pete, we all do
stupid things.  You live, and you learn."
 
    "Yeah, I guess.  Hey, Joe!"  Peter yelled, spotting his
roommate going past the door.  "Wait up!"  Turning to Martin, he said,
"Talk to you later, dude."
 
    "See ya."
 
 
 
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    Martin did, in fact, see his friend later.  Jen was once
more hanging off his arm, and Peter was very nearly fawning over her. 
As Martin looked on, his anger grew.  Pete was a nice guy, but naive. 
Jen was taking advantage of his lack of experience in order to
manipulate him.  It was killing both of their chances of success at
NMSS.  Martin glared at them both from where he stood.
 
    Just then, Sarah happened to walk up.  Seeing where Marty
was looking, she said, "I thought you were going to break the two of
them up?"
 
    "Yeah, well, Pete doesn't seem to be able to break away. 
And I don't know anybody I could encourage to lure her away from him."
 
    "You could take her, you know," Sarah said, watching his
reaction very closely.  She got the expected shocked reaction.  "C'mon,
Marty, I've seen the way you look at her when you're not pissed off. 
You want in her pants as bad as any guy who's met her."
 
    "Sarah, I can't just go around enslaving people for kicks."
 
    "Why not?" she asked sincerely.
 
    "Sarah!  That's..." he had almost said "wrong", but how did
that equate now?  His father and uncle had damned near told him to play
around...
 
    "That's what, Marty?"
 
    "How is that fair to you?" he finally asked.  "Or to
Lianna?  Or to Becca?  Am I supposed to just keep collecting women,
forgetting about the past?"
 
    "No, of course not, Marty.  But you have to realize that,
over the course of your life, you will probably have a couple dozen
slaves.  Your father does, your uncle does.  They don't live with their
slaves, because it wouldn't look proper to the rest of the world, but
I'm sure you noticed the women hanging around the house."
 
    Martin nodded.  He had, in fact, noticed them, and noticed
how attractive they all were.  Back when he didn't know about the
warmth, he thought it meant his father was into something illegal.  Now
he understood what it really meant.  Martin took some time to absorb
this information.
 
    "Look," Sarah continued, "I'm going to be here for you
regardless of what you do.  But if you try to deny yourself the use of
your abilities, then first, I'll never be able to teach you all of how
it works, and second, you'll never be completely happy with your life. 
The warmth gives much, but it also demands a little.  One of the things
it demands is use."
 
    "You mean, I have to use it, whether I want to or not."
 
    "No.  I mean that if you force it down, so that it never
gets used, it will make you miserable.  It's like... like a great
pianist selling his piano and never touching it again.  It's like a
great writer never putting words on paper anymore.  You can live like
that, but would you really want to?"
 
    "No... I guess not."
 
    "Right.  So, when you see a girl as attractive as she is,
and you want her, then you take her.  Of course, you know how to take
her temporarily, versus permanently, right?"
 
    "Yeah, Uncle Josh said something about... er..."
 
    "Giving a blowjob," Sarah said, and then blushed herself. 
It wasn't the kind of talk they normally engaged in.  "Yeah.  So,
remember, if you really want to *keep* a woman, just make her go down
on you, and she will never, ever want another man.  But, if you just
screw her for a night, eventually she'll get over you and move on. 
And, later on, I'll teach you how you can remove the warmth from the
temporaries, so they'll get over you faster.  It can make life easier."
 
    "So, if I... took... Jen... even if it were permanent...
you wouldn't care?"
 
    "Of course I'd *care*, Marty.  I'd be happy for you,
because it's what you want, and that's what I'm here to help you
achieve."  She leaned against him and kissed him on the lips, softly
and kindly.  When they broke the kiss, she looked at her watch.  "Oh,
shit.  I'm going to be late for class.  I'll see you later, Marty!" 
She hustled off toward the social sciences building, leaving Martin
standing there trying to decide what he felt, and what he thought, and
most importantly, what he should do about both.
 
 
 
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    Martin figured it was because she wanted to take his mind
off his worries, but for whatever reason, Sarah had chosen the
following night to begin the next phase of his warmth training.
 
    "Okay, now you know how to ramp *up* your power, what we
have to teach you now is much harder.  I'm going to try to show you how
to lessen it, and then even to eliminate it, so that you don't affect
everyone you touch anymore."
 
    "Okay, good.  What do we do?"
 
    "It's a lot like the last time.  Except this time, instead
of trying to make the liquid bubble, you want to make it contract...
maybe even freeze.  There are a couple of different ways to stop the
warmth from flowing.  Tonight we'll start with the easiest of these.  I
want you to build a wall around your warmth lake, so that if the warmth
overflows, it's contained by the wall."
 
    "Okay..."
 
    "Let's begin."
 
    They assumed their usual position, his hands on top of
hers, their eyes closed.  Martin could feel the warmth bubbling
already.  He quickly built a wall around the lake of liquid warmth. 
His wall was at least twenty feet high, in his mind's eye.
 
    But it wasn't enough.  The warmth bubbled and spewed, and
soon overflowed the wall.  He tried to build the wall higher in his
mind, but the warmth just kept coming.  After about five minutes, he
broke off contact in frustration.
 
    "Argh!" he muttered.  Sarah rested her hands on his
shoulders.
 
    "Hey, you didn't get the first part right on the first
night, either, remember?  Don't expect this to be so easy.  Just go
with it.  Anyway, that's enough for tonight.  You're drenched, and you
need a shower.  Go home."  She gave him a good-night kiss before she
shoved him out the door.
 
 
 
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    They practiced and practiced, but Martin just could not
seem to master the ability to lessen the warmth, let alone stop it
altogether.  He wondered why all of their exercises were aimed at
stopping the warmth, and had asked Sarah about it.  She told him that
it was easier to control the flow of the warmth once he'd mastered the
ability to stop it in its tracks.  He didn't know if he believed that,
but she was the teacher.
 
    Weeks went by as he practiced with her.  He was getting
better: it took longer and longer for him to be overwhelmed by the
warmth.  The problem was that his current results weren't useful in
real life, because they took his entire concentration.  Sarah assured
him that it would come, eventually, but he was upset with himself.  The
very first lesson had not taken this long to master.
 
 
 
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    School work was Martin's only refuge from his failures at
controlling the warmth, and he dove into his with a passion.  Lianna
helped him with his second-semester calculus, and Sarah helped him with
anything else, and his second semester was going along smoothly.  At
least academically.
 
    Not everyone was quite so lucky.  Peter and Jen were both
failing every one of their classes.  Martin was at lunch when Peter
joined him.  There were bags under his eyes, and he looked like he
hadn't slept in days.
 
    "Shit, Pete, you look like death on a cracker.  What the
hell's with you lately?"
 
    "Spending all my time between trying to study, and keeping
Jen happy.  There are only so many hours in the day, ya know?"
 
    "Peter, why can't you get rid of that bitch?  She's
dragging you down with her, you know that."
 
    "I know, I know.  I just... can't, okay?  If she could just
get it through her head somehow that we aren't right for each other,
that would be cool, but I just can't seem to be tough on her."
 
    Martin knew it was his friend's own insecurities that were
forcing him to cling as strongly to Jen as she was to him.  Martin also
knew that, if something wasn't done, neither Jen nor Peter would be
back in the fall.
 
    "Pete, look, you've *got* to get her away from you.  She
needs... hell, I don't know what she needs, but *you* need to find a
way to get rid of her."
 
    "Hey, Marty, you don't think I've tried?  I've even thought
of fixing her up with someone else, but she won't even consider the
notion of going out with anyone else."
 
    *Hmm.  Guess it's a good thing Chris and I never went that
far with it, then.*  Martin wondered if he could offer his services to
Peter at this point.  He had to be careful how he phrased things.  An
email from his uncle had confirmed his suspicion that he shouldn't go
around blabbing about the family secret.  His next words were chosen
with great care.
 
    "Pete, next week is Spring Break.  Where are you going?"
 
    "Home."
 
    "And where is *she* going?"
 
    "Home, I guess.  To her family, I mean."
 
    "That makes sense.  They said they'd pick me up to take me
to Albuquerque so I can catch my plane.  I'll be driving back, though. 
My dad bought me a new car."
 
    "Cool!  But, what's your point?"
 
    "I just wanted to make sure you guys weren't spending the
break together, too."
 
    "No, my parents'd have a cow if I brought a girl home."
 
    "I imagine.  Look... how badly do you want to get rid of
her?"
 
    "Marty, I'm flunking every class!  If I don't get out from
under, I'm out of here at the end of the semester.  I'd do just about
anything at this point that doesn't involve me trying to tell her to
leave me alone again.  That didn't work so well last time."
 
    "I remember.  Okay... um... what if I could guarantee that
she'd leave you alone for the rest of the semester, but you can't ask
me how, why, or any other questions about what's happened?"
 
    "You're not gonna kill her, are you?" he asked jokingly.
 
    "No.  As a matter of fact, you'll still see her a lot, but
she won't have any interest in you at all.  May not even speak to you
very much."
 
    "That's cool with me.  What do I have to do?"
 
    "We'll wait until after Spring Break.  I have my reasons. 
But, as soon as we all get back, this is what I want you to do..."
 
 
 
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    Martin's reason for waiting arrived four days later.  He
was riding with the Sarentos up to Albuquerque to catch his plane. 
Mrs. Sarento had informed him that she had to attend a science expo
being held at the college, because she was a teacher and the head of
her department.
 
    Monica had convinced her mother to let her come along, so
they could go to a magic show being performed at the school
auditorium.  It was another of the school's "cultural activities",
though Martin wondered how much culture a magic show would bring.  He
didn't mind if it allowed him to see Monica for a while.
 
    He walked into the cafeteria for lunch, because it was the
last time it would be open until Spring Break was over.  Apparently the
cooking staff was as eager to get to vacation as everyone else, because
the meal was hardly worth eating.  He opted to make himself a sandwich
from the cold food bar.
 
    He sat down at a table alone, and looked around.  The
cafeteria was 

nearly empty, only a few stragglers remaining.  The dorms would remain
open through the break, and some students weren't leaving.  They were
the die-hards, or the people who simply didn't feel like going home, or
couldn't afford to.  He felt for them, but figured they'd at least have
a quiet campus for their vacation.
 
    It took him a minute to realize that Jen and her family
were eating lunch at the table next to him.  He hadn't bothered to look
for anyone before sitting down, but he thought he should have at least
recognized his slave from five feet away.
 
    *Of course, I was thinking about my warmth lesson when I
sat down.*  In the last five weeks, Martin had made almost no progress
in stopping the warmth from flowing.  It was really irritating him.
 
    "Marty, you're welcome to sit with us, if you like," Mrs.
Sarento called, snapping him out of his reverie.  He shook his head,
and then got up to join them.  He set his food at the empty spot,
between Monica and Jen.  Mrs. Sarento smiled at him.  "Hello again,"
she said, extending her hand.
 
    Now, Martin was in a little bit of a dilemma.  If he shook
her hand, the warmth would affect her.  Although Katie Sarento was a
very attractive woman, he wasn't sure he wanted to do that.  But he had
to do something, and quickly, before she started to stare at him.  He
kept trying to decide whether he should try to fight the warmth or
not.  He knew it would be tough to stay focused on both shaking her
hand, and controlling the warmth...
 
    In the end, it was his mind's confusion that did it.  He
reached out and grasped her hand, and, with his mind unfocused on
anything at all, the warmth did not flow.  For the briefest of moments,
he had managed to keep it wholly under control.  He released her hand,
and sat down.  The smile on his face had little to do with those at the
table.
 
    "So, Marty, how has your semester been going?" Katie asked.
 
    "Oh, it's had its ups and downs.  But all in all, it's
going pretty well."
 
    "That's good.  We were just talking about the expo. 
There's some pretty interesting exhibits there."
 
    "Oh yeah, where?" Monica said.
 
    "Monica, you're the one who said you wanted to come."
 
    "To see the magic show.  This science stuff is boring."
 
    "Well, Jen and I are going, and I can't just leave you to
wander about alone.  So you're pretty much stuck."
 
    This was the point in the conversation where one of them
had to take a risk.  It was best if Monica did it: it would look more
innocent that way.
 
    "I could stay with Marty.  He could show me around campus,
maybe we could play pool or something."  They both held their breath,
waiting for Mrs. Sarento's answer.
 
    "I don't know... I don't want to be any trouble for you,
Marty.  Would you mind?"
 
    "Not really.  Nothing to do around here right now, anyway. 
It'd be nice to have some company."
 
    "Well, okay.  I guess that'll work out, then.  Um... how
will we find each other?"
 
    "You mentioned the magic show.  I'd planned on going
myself, so we could meet there, if that's okay."
 
    "You sure you want to put up with her for six hours?" Jen
asked.  Her mother shot her a look, and Monica stuck out her tongue.
 
    "I'll manage," Martin replied.
 
    "Great.  It's settled then.  Happy now, Monica?"  Monica
beamed her a smile in response.
 
 
 
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    Martin purposely ate his lunch slowly, which was
infuriating to Monica.  He wanted the other two to leave first, that
way they wouldn't ask where he was taking her.
 
    Jen and her mother chatted for a while, making sure to
include Martin at least a little in their conversation.  Finally, Katie
looked at her watch.  "Ooh, I guess we'd better get back there."
 
    "Okay.  I want to take a look at that laser exhibit."
 
    "Me, too.  You sure you'll be okay, Monica?"
 
    "Don't worry about me, Mom.  I'll see you at the magic
show."
 
    "Alright, dear.  Thank you, Marty, for helping out."
 
    "No problem, Mrs. Sarento.  See you tonight."
 
 
 
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    It didn't take long, after the other two left, for Monica
to cajole Martin into taking her back to his room.
 
    "But didn't you want to play pool?" he asked mischievously,
knowing damned well that she could not have cared less.
 
    "The only thing I want to play is *doctor*!" she hissed in
his ear.  They walked quickly to his dorm room, and locked the door.
 
    Martin had barely turned around before Monica was on him,
pressing her lips fiercely to his, her tongue demanding entrance.  He
granted it, and they remained there, leaned against the door, for some
time, their tongues dancing and his hands caressing her back.
 
    Finally, Martin broke their kiss.  "Go sit on the bed," he
said.  She quickly complied without a word, waiting for her master's
further instructions.
 
    Martin removed his shoes and socks, and then pulled off his
shirt.  He could see the lust in Monica's eyes as he peeled off each
article of clothing.  He quickly undid and wriggled out of his jeans. 
He now stood before her in just his underwear.  These, too, left his
body, and then he was nude.
 
    Monica inhaled sharply at seeing his naked body.  She so
longed to reach out and embrace him, to take him to her, but she had
been ordered to sit on the bed, and so could not do as she liked.  But
Martin knew her wants and desires.  He lay down on the bed, stretched
out for her to see.  He motioned to her, and she came immediately to
him, lying beside him and kissing his cheek and neck.
 
    "Why don't you see if my little friend would like some
attention?" he told her.  She quickly moved down his body, kissing as
she went.  It wasn't long before she reached his cock, and just looking
at it made her wet.  Her tongue slipped out and lightly licked at it,
feeling its hardness, and making it glisten.  She licked his entire
length, until she had coated it all.  Then, she moved her lips to the
very tip of his dick.  She pursed her lips, kissing the very top of his
cock.  Then, slowly, she let her mouth sink down onto him, her lips
parting only enough to let his shaft in, keeping full, sensuous contact
the entire time.  Martin groaned.
 
    Slowly and tenderly, Monica embraced her master's cock with
her mouth.  Her tongue slipped wetly along the underside of his shaft,
and her teeth scraped ever so lightly against him.  She could feel him
shudder in pleasure, and that made her even more aroused.  Meanwhile,
the warmth flooded into her brain, reinforcing the commands she had
already bowed to.
 
    Martin was very much enjoying his slave's mouth, but felt
he should be reciprocating in some way.  He reached out and caressed
her ass, which was barely within his reach.  She quickly moved it
closer, so that he could fondle it properly.  When she was fully in his
reach, her mouth still sliding on his pole, he pulled her over top of
him, so they were in a sixty-nine position.  The only problem with this
was that she was still fully dressed.
 
    Martin had never realized just how hard it was to undo
someone else's pants, especially from such an awkward position.  Monica
still had the presence of mind to reach down and undo them for him, but
she quickly returned her hands to his cock, where they were caressing
the shaft below her mouth.  He took hold of the waistband of her jeans,
and worked them off her hips.  She lifted each knee to let him pull the
garment off her.  This would all have been easier if he'd just made her
stop, but he wasn't about to do that.
 
    Her blouse was next, and thankfully it was a button-up
garment.  He undid each button, and then pulled it off her.  She was
wearing standard undergarments.  He figured she didn't own anything
racy.  He reached around and undid her bra clasp, and it fell loose. 
She quickly snatched the garment off her arms, tossing it across the
room.  Martin fondled her tits, lightly pinching her nipples as he
kneaded the flesh.  She moaned on his cock, sending shivers up his
spine.
 
    Finally, he started to pull off her panties.  Again, they
were serviceable white cotton, but there was a distinct wet patch on
them.  They repeated their dance to get her panties off, and now Martin
was looking up at the tender folds of her pussy.  He gazed at her,
noticing her clit just peeking out of its hood, her outer lips parted
in anticipation of him, her inner flesh flushed and ready.
 
    Martin grabbed her hips and pulled downward.  She
accommodated him by sliding her knees back, and his tongue swiftly made
contact with her pussy lips.  She moaned on his cock again.  He slipped
his tongue softly against her folds, pushing them open and seeking out
her hole.  When he found it, he thrust his tongue in as far as he
could.  He moved it in small, quick thrusts, making her hips move down
at him, seeking further contact.
 
    Monica was in heaven, with her master pleasuring her cunt. 
She was determined to give him just as much satisfaction.  Her mouth
moved faster on his dick, her lips and tongue working together to bring
him to the ultimate arousal.  His hips began to buck up at her mouth,
trying to force himself further down her throat.  She welcomed it.
 
    Martin could sense he was close to coming.  His hips moved
of their own accord, fucking Monica's mouth in a frenzy.  He moved his
tongue out of her tight little hole and toward her clit.  He flicked
his tongue across her clit, and she moaned on his cock.  The vibrations
sent shivers along his body, and it was all he could take.  He came in
her mouth, spurting his cum down her throat.  She swallowed all of it,
sucking until the last drop was released from his dick.
 
    Although Martin had paused in his licking while he was
climaxing, he returned to it with a vigor as soon as he was done. 
While Monica cleaned off his cock with her tongue, he used his own to
lap at her clit, finally sucking it into his mouth.  She was soon
writhing above him, her hips thrusting down at his face.  He alternated
long, slow licks of her pussy with a furious sucking of her clit.  When
he added a finger up her cunt, and twisted it, she went wild, thrashing
above him and crying out in ecstasy.  Her pussy flooded his face with
her juices, and he lapped at them through her orgasm, causing her to
ride even higher the wave of pleasure.
 
    Monica finally descended from her peak, and she laid her
head against Martin's leg, her hand caressing his semi-rigid dick.  He
continued to lick and nuzzle her pussy, though not so adamantly as
before.  She was still highly aroused, and he was keeping her that way,
both with his actions, and with the warmth, which she had grown so used
to feeling that it felt unnatural when it was *not* present.
 
    Her ministrations on his dick were beginning to take
effect, and Martin was once again beginning to rise to the occasion. 
She noted this, and began to lick his shaft again, her one free hand
fondling his balls.  She continued this until he was fully hard, and
then she stopped.
 
    She moved off of him, and looked to him for instructions. 
He hadn't told her to fuck him.  He motioned her to him, and she lay
next to him, kissing him, and then licking off her juices from his
face.  They shared her juices in a deep kiss, as he lifted her body on
top of him.  He reached down and placed his cock at her hole.  With his
hands on her hips, he pushed her down onto him.  She moaned in his
mouth as he began to fill her pussy.  He slid all the way in, taking
his time in a long, slow stroke, but finally he was fully encased in
her cunt.
 
    They broke the kiss, and he asked, "You're not a virgin?"
 
    She shook her head.  She would have cried if she'd sensed
any disappointment in his voice, but it was merely a question of
curiosity.  "I've done it one other time, with a guy I never saw
again.  He was a jerk, and it wasn't much fun for me."
 
    "Well," Martin said, and took hold of her, rolling them
over so he was on top.  "By the time I'm done, you'll forget all about
him."
 
    She smiled up at him, and then he began to stroke into her,
moving his dick out in a long, slow movement, and then ramming back
into her with all his might.  Her eyes opened wide the first time he
did this, and she let out a loud, "Oh!".  Soon, her pleasure overcame
her surprise, and her moans and cries filled the room.
 
    Martin continued to ram into her, moving faster and faster
as he went.  She was quickly approaching another orgasm, and he wanted
her to reach that peak.  He moved his hands from her hips to her tits,
and he fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he fucked her.  She
was crying out almost continuously now, and soon she let out a piercing
scream of pleasure as her body went rigid in orgasm.
 
    Martin continued to fuck her throughout her orgasm,
plunging into her time and time again, prolonging her pleasure.  It was
a good thing the building was empty, or he would certainly have some
explaining to do.  Monica continued to writhe beneath him, her orgasm
subsiding slowly as he continued to ram into her.
 
    When she had fully recovered her senses from her climax, he
withdrew from her.  The look of loss on her face was touching, but he
knew they weren't done.  He rolled her over and had her get on her
hands and knees.  He pressed back into her, not going slowly, for she
was already well lubed.  He pounded her pussy, and reached around to
grasp her swinging tits.  Her head swung from side to side in pleasure,
her blonde tresses flying about.  Her grunts echoed off the walls, and
the wet slap of his balls hitting her cunt drove Martin nearer to his
own orgasm.
 
    But Monica would get there first.  She flung her head back,
her mouth open in a silent scream of bliss.  Her body went rigid in her
third orgasm of the afternoon.  Martin continued to thrust, until
finally she collapsed onto the bed, nearly unconscious from the
pleasure she had been put through.
 
    Martin stopped his thrusting, and lifted his slave into his
arms.  He sat back on the bed, leaning against the wall, holding his
lover to him.  Her head lolled back against his shoulder until she
regained coherence.
 
    "You didn't come, Master!" she said in some worry.
 
    "Oh, don't worry, Monica.  We've still got..." he checked
his clock on the nightstand, "Four more hours."
 
    She smiled at him knowingly, and snuggled into him, his
cock still buried in her pussy, still hard and ready to fuck her more.
 
 
 
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    The two of them managed to make it to the magic show on
time only because Martin had worn himself, and Monica, out.  They took
the time to clean up, and make themselves presentable, and they talked
for a while as they walked over to the auditorium.  Martin had to make
sure that she understood certain things about their relationship, all
of which she accepted as the normal course of events between herself
and her master.
 
    They met Katie and Jen outside the auditorium, and they
went in together.  He sat next to Monica, but they couldn't even hold
hands with so many people around, especially her family.  They both
thoroughly enjoyed the show, however, and Martin was glad he came, even
though the reason for coming had been a complete subterfuge to fool
Katie and Jen.  *Fooling Jen will not be necessary much longer,
though,* he thought to himself as they walked out of the show.  The
three ladies said good-night to Martin.  They were staying at a local
hotel, and would pick him up the next morning for the trip to
Albuquerque.  He walked home, but before he got to his dorm, he
remembered something he needed to discuss with Sarah.  He turned and
went to her dorm.
 
    When he knocked on the door, he didn't get a response. 
*Strange, she said she was staying here through the break...*  He
knocked again, just to make sure.  Then he heard a voice from down the
hall.
 
    "Hey, Marty.  I'm over here."  She was walking toward him
in a thin, light green robe.  She was fully covered, including a towel
wrapped around her head, but she was incredibly sexy.  Even after the
afternoon he'd just had.  "Just taking a shower.  What's up?"
 
    He took her in his arms and kissed her, without any
prelude.  She kissed him back warmly, a bit surprised, but liking it
nonetheless.  Finally, he broke off the kiss.  She leaned against the
wall for a second.
 
    "Wow!  What did I do to deserve that?" she asked, a little
breathlessly.
 
    "You look like that," he replied, gesturing.  Then he added
seriously, "I needed to ask you something about... you know.  Can we
talk inside?"
 
    "Okay."  She opened the door and let him in.  They went and
sat on the bed.  "What is it?"
 
    "I finally managed to stop the warmth... but... the way I
did it doesn't go along with what you've been trying to show me. 
Actually, I wasn't actually *trying* to do it at the time.  I was
trying to decide whether or not I wanted to try to do it.  Did that
make any sense?"
 
    She giggled.  "A little.  So, how did you do it?"
 
    "Well, see, anytime I feel the warmth flowing now, a part
of my mind watches the lake of fiery liquid, you know?"  She nodded,
and he continued.  "Well, what I noticed this time was that I *wasn't*
looking at the lake.  In my mind, I had turned my back on it while I
was considering what to do."
 
    "Okay.  Let's try an experiment, then."  They got into
their training posture, and settled.  "All right, now we can feel the
warmth flowing.  Is your attention on the lake?"
 
    "Yes."
 
    "Good.  Now, in your mind, turn your back on the lake and
walk a few steps away."  He did, and immediately, the warmth ceased to
flow from him.  They could both tell instantly that the experiment had
worked.
 
    "Okay, Marty," she said quickly, "*do not* turn back yet. 
I want you to do something first.  I want you to build, in your mind, a
huge dome.  I want you to make the dome big enough to cover the lake
entirely.  Let me know when you've done that."
 
    After a few seconds, Marty said, "Okay.  Big dome, sitting
on the ground."
 
    "Okay, now I want you to pick up the dome and then turn
around.  Don't worry about controlling the warmth when you do."
 
    "Gotcha."  She felt the warmth return to her hands as a
tingle.
 
    "Okay, now put the dome over the top of the lake, so that
you can't see the lake at all anymore."  It was only a second or two
before she felt the warmth go away again.  "Good, Marty, good.  Now, I
want you to build a gate into your dome.  Make it so that the gate
slides, rather than swings.  This way, you can make the opening of the
gate as big as you need it, or as small as you need it."
 
    It took a couple of minutes for Martin to get his mental
picture of this right.  He had to decide how big the gate should be in
the first place, and once he did that, he had to make it so that it
slid.  He finally settled this image into place.
 
    "Okay, I think I've got it."
 
    "Good.  Now, I want you to open the gate, just a crack. 
Not a lot, just let the warmth trickle out."
 
    She felt it start, but the strength kept growing.  "Too
much, Marty."
 
    "Hard to control this thing," he said, gritting his teeth.
 
    "I know.  Don't fight with it.  Go ahead and close it
again."  She felt the warmth cut off, and it didn't return.
 
    She pulled her hands away from his, and they opened their
eyes.  He was bathed in sweat from the final effort.  She smiled at him
encouragingly.  "You did good.  This last part can be tricky.  But at
least you can now cut it off completely, if you want to."
 
    "So, I've got Off, On, and Turbo," he said jokingly.  They
both laughed heartily.
 
    "Right!" she replied.  "And the only way you'll gain
control of the gate is to practice with it."
 
    "Ugh," he groaned melodramatically.  "More practice."
 
    "Yes," she said sardonically, "I* know* how much you must
*hate* practicing."
 
    He moved to her side, and kissed her.  He put one hand
behind her, and another on her waist.  "I'd rather practice with you,
Sarah."
 
    She didn't push him away, but neither would she let him
advance.  "Once you master the control of the gate, there's only one
lesson left.  I want you worse than you want me, but those are the
rules of the game.  Now, would you hurry up and learn this shit?" she
asked, her voice husky.  He slid his hand up to her breast, and she
didn't stop him, only because she knew he would respect her limits.  He
kissed her again, deeply.
 
    Finally, he broke off and said, "I'll do my best, coach.  I
guess I should let you get to bed."  He looked longingly at her for a
moment, and then he said, "I'll see you in a little over a week."  She
brought her mouth to his one last time.
 
    "I look forward to it," she whispered in his ear.
 
 
 
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    The trip to the airport was quiet.  Monica couldn't be too
overt with her mother and sister in the car, but she feigned sleep, and
leaned over against Martin.  Martin, whose arm had been across the top
of the seat anyway, leaned against her, and his arm eventually slid
down onto her shoulder.  When Katie Sarento looked in her rear-view
mirror and saw them, she merely smiled at how cute they looked.
 
    Arriving at the airport, they dropped off Martin, but
couldn't stay to wait for his plane.  He shook Mrs. Sarento's hand
again, and once again kept the warmth from her.  He had thought about
trying to open the gate, but he thought of it too late, and didn't have
a chance to do so.  They waved good-bye as they climbed back into their
car and drove away.
 
    He turned and went into the airport to find his flight.  He
made it through security and all of the other necessary checkpoints for
flying, and sat down to wait for his plane.  He thought about all that
had happened in the last two months, what with learning how to use the
warmth, and all the time he'd spent with Lianna, learning calculus, and
other things.
 
    He had made sure to explain to Lianna what was happening,
and, in fact, had made arrangements for her to meet him in
Tallahassee.  Long drives were boring, and having company on the way
back would be more pleasant.  Especially when that company was Lianna
Preston.
 
    With these thoughts in his head, Martin sat and waited for
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