Time to back up a little and explain a few things.
You may wonder why I bothered to set up camp at Southeast State after spending an entire semester at Northwest State.
I had seriously considered going back to Northwest since I was familiar with the people and campus, and hadn't really been all that impressed by Doctor Kinmon's offer at Southeast. But Northwest State simply wasn't... convenient. It was four and a half hours away from home, and while Southeastern State wasn't much better being a three hour drive, the trip was easier, the whole campus was newer, and the chicks were.. Uhm, they were... Okay, so they were easier too.
I don't mean they were sluts or anything. It was just that there were hardly any Etas around to make so many of the girls raise their standards. Any average guy could ask a girl out on a date without expecting her reply to be, "I don't know... Are you working out?"
The Gamma Alpha Eta fraternity had only just opened there last year, and even though the members were extremely popular with the ladies, they were having trouble keeping their membership up. You see, they had more competition for the jocks and the muscle heads, and Southeast State wasn't really well known for their athletes, therefore there weren't as many guys interested in getting all buffed up. So a lot of the time the Eta's were having to get the want-to-be types which three out of four usually didn't make it through the first week of workouts.
Why didn't they just make them, you may ask. Because you can only motivate someone through commands so much without losing their characteristic personality that makes them different than the others. That was one of Sarah's redeeming qualities to me. She wasn't a slave driver, and made sure the others weren't either. Everyone of the people they used still had their own life to live when they weren't needed by the group.
But Sarah didn't hesitate to alter people permanently if it came down to there being no other way to satisfy her purposes. The biggest example of this was surprisingly Mike, the frat leader from Northwest State.
Mike and Alex were old friends from high school. They weren't best friends, but they had hung with the same group of guys, so when they found that they were the only ones from that group to be going to Northwest State, they opted to become roommates.
Alex hated the dorms, and loved the idea of being a muscle head with all the chicks. Mike, however, had other goals in life, and after Alex joined the Etas their very first semester, Mike concentrated on getting his biology degree, planning to go to graduate school and become a doctor.
At the time, the Group only had the three Harrison siblings, Sarah, and Wally to run things. Wally and Sarah had just opened up the Eta house at Northwest State after perfecting her milking procedure at Central State.
It quickly became too much work for them to keep things running at both campuses. Despite his lazy nature, Wally was very efficient when he had to be. But he and Denise neither had any medical background, and Sarah found herself spending too much time going back and forth fixing problems than a mother of a two and a half year-old should be.
Because Alex was Wally's new closest lover, he had some influence over how things ran around Northwest State. In fact he ran the place a lot because he was a natural leader, and Wally was inclined to hand over as much of the responsibility as Alex was able to handle. However Alex also had no medical background, but he knew someone who did and who he could trust.
But Mike wasn't interested in anything but the nineteen credits he was taking at the time. He had his heart set on finishing his medical degree in six years, and had the determination and stamina to do it. When Alex finally convinced Sarah she should meet him, all Sarah could see was the opportunity to take some of the weight off her shoulders.
Alex was extremely upset when Sarah made Mike into her personal assistant. Oh, Mike learned things faster that way, but he wasn't given any choice about anything he did. Sarah programmed Mike to be completely dedicated to the task of learning everything related to the procedure, spending nearly a year of nothing else but mindlessly learning and increasingly assisting Sarah.
As with many people working closely together on the same project day in and day out, Sarah began having close feelings for Mike. He was only two years her junior, and he was a handsome young man. So after talking it over with Wally, Sarah began to loosen the tight hold over his mind, and after a month or so of the real Mike showing through, she took his virginity by making love in the middle of their lab.
It was only a few weeks later that Mike's own abilities showed up. Sarah began showing him everything she knew, and for a while he was happy to be her lover and assistant in every way. But after their interest in each other sexually declined a bit, Mike started to abuse the powers he had been shown how to use too quickly.
Mike's corruption seemed to happen almost overnight. Wally, Alex, and Sarah were completely taken by surprise when Mike's lust had driven him to enslave an entire sorority house to be his fuck slaves. Sarah was so furious after disabling his defenses and taking his will, she made hundreds of alterations to Mike's mind without taking care that she could undo them all later. Even Wally could never find all the changes she had made in anger, and so Mike was a different person forever afterwards.
All this naturally happened three years before I knew any of them, but their history is somewhat important to what was to come. But perhaps more important were the events which had taken place between the day we made peace with the Harrison Group and when we took Sarah back home to her parents.
Joey and I spent the first two nights after the truce at Sarah's and Stan's home. They surprisingly had a very modest house, not needing anything lush and expensive since they also had a play house which Stan used for the sex he had with his girls. Thankfully they kept their son away from it all, and even though Wally saw no harm in introducing the boy to what he called the real world, he didn't dare go against their wishes.
Tommy adored his Uncle Wally, and after a few days that started to annoy Joey. After all, Joey was his real uncle, not Wally. But you can't blame Tommy for liking Wally. Once you got beyond his odd passive nature, you start enjoying his company, and I was finding myself trusting him more than anyone else there. Well, besides Joey that is.
On that Tuesday, I visited Alex and Wally at the suite and was surprised to find Nick had gone home and wouldn't be coming back until January.
"What happened? Did he do something wrong?" I asked when Alex told me.
"No. Actually, because of you and Nick, Wally and I are staying together," Alex said happily.
"I can understand if Nick had a hand in it, but what did I do?"
"What do you mean, what did you do? You convinced Nick to make Wally admit he didn't want me to leave. And if it hadn't been for your coin, I don't think Wally would have let me stay."
"My coin?" I said, digging it out as we were walking to Wally's room.
I held it out to him, and he took it to study it again, then Alex said, "I thought you knew. I feel something when I hold it. It isn't very strong, but..."
I stopped in my tracks, remembering how the shield had already been lowered around it during the fight with Harrison.
"Wally, do you mean to tell me that you even planned to test Alex with my coin?" I said, marching up to him.
"I had no idea you and Joe had coins. And I didn't realize your coin was a real one until Alex told me he had felt something after I had sent you away."
"Wait. You mean you didn't disable the cloak Joey put around it?"
"No. I assumed you had for some reason when your.. What do you call it.. your empathic power attacked me. May I see it Alex?" he said pleadingly.
"Of course, lover," Alex said, handing it over and sitting down on the bed next to him.
"I didn't attack you with it. Actually at the time, I though you had attacked me. But it doesn't matter now. Alex, did you lower its shield?"
"Me? I wouldn't have a clue how if I did. As soon as I picked it up, I could feel... something. But nothing else happened while I held it."
"What do you feel when you hold it?" Wally asked Alex, putting my coin against his cheek and closing his eyes.
"Its kind of hard to explain.. I guess it feels..."
"Alive?" Wally said, opening his eyes and smiling at him.
"No.. I kept trying to think of it that way, but no. Not alive. I mean, it just feels like... Like it has energy or something in it. Like electrical maybe. I kept thinking it had a hum to it. Like a transformer. Or something like that. Sometimes I swear I can hear it."
"Wally," I said excitedly. "Give the coin back to him. Joey didn't feel anything much at first, but later he suddenly could hear it. It wasn't a hum, though. Joey said it sounded like a radio speaking gibberish."
"Gibberish? You mean like noise like when it's not tuned to a channel?" Alex asked, holding it up to his ear.
"No, not static or noise. Gibberish. Joey was picking up the symbols it gives out... Wally, have you ever seen the symbols?"
"Symbols?" Wally asked as he attempted to peer at the coin while Alex held it between his fingers. "Are there symbols on the coin Alex?" he asked.
"Nope," Alex said after checking both sides. "Just this ugly guy and a triangle. Wait. Are these markings or just scratches on the coin's edge?" he asked me.
"Huh?" I said, never having thought to look at the edges. "Probably scratches. I never noticed anything on the edges.. Here let me look to see if I recognize any of them as symbols."
"If they're not on the coin, then what symbols are you talking about, Tim?" Wally asked.
"Just a sec... Nope. I'm pretty sure they're all just scratches," I said, giving it back to Alex. "When I started using my telepathy, I had this nightmare where this guy who was actually an older me made me his slave. While he was enslaving me, I saw these symbols fly at me. Then when I met my dad and he gave me that coin, I could feel the.. the shapes of symbols coming out of the coin."
"Coming out of the coin?" Wally said, focusing his mind on the red token in Alex's hand.
"Yeah. Then one day I was helping Joey to try and feel them too. He was concentrating on the coin really hard and suddenly WHAM!" I said, clapping my hands together and making the both jump. "His head started hurting really bad. After a few minutes it started to go away, but that's when we knew that something else had happened. He told me to turn down the radio when it wasn't on. He was hearing the symbols, sorta."
"So you think by trying to feel the symbols out too I could.. I could do what Wally and you do?" Alex said hopefully.
"I don't know, Alex. Wally, when you hold it, does it tingle? Or just feel alive?"
"Just alive, I think. I never noticed any tingling really. I just expect it to crawl out of my hand. Is that what you feel? Tingling?"
"Yeah. That, the symbols, and it makes me feel good. Kind of like when my mom or Joey rubs my chest. Joey only felt a little tingling before he could feel the symbols too. Now he feels the same things as I do from it, so I just figured everyone did."
"I.. I think I'm doing it!" Alex said, getting excited. But then he said, "Or.. maybe.. maybe not."
"Alex, Amos told me that if I felt something from the coin, that meant I had the gift and it would come to me naturally when it was ready. I'm not sure if you can hurry it up by trying to force it," Wally said, taking Alex's hand into his and kissing it.
"But.. Wally?" Alex said, putting the coin between Wally's and his palms then pressing them tightly together. "I want you to be my Amos. I want you to be my father, my brother, and my lover just like he was with you. I don't ever want to leave you, you understand? I love you, just as much as you loved him."
"Oh, Alex," Wally said, shedding the first tear I had seen him make for anyone. "I love you too, and... Yes. I'll be your Amos."
"Uhm..." I said, as they kissed without appearing to stop any time soon. "I guess I'll get going.."
Alex broke the kiss off, then with a flushed face he said, "Then I guess you want your coin back.."
"Nah. You keep it until I go home. I have a feeling you'll have a better use for it than I would. Oh, and Wally. About Nick."
"Ah, yes. Don't worry about our little Nick. Alex has decided Nick just isn't going to be right for me. So don't worry about your friend. He doesn't remember ever meeting me."
"What? Why? Nick really cared for you.."
"I know that, and I cared for him too. But your talk with him made him decide he wouldn't give himself to me completely, and I didn't wish to hurt him by constantly pressuring him to do so. It's better this way, Tim. I have learned the hard way to let them go when it is time. I just hope I'm not making the same old mistake with Alex."
"You're not, my Amos," Alex said with a kiss. "You're not."
It was several days before anyone saw either of the two outside the suite, and that was only to say good bye to us before we went home. Alex hadn't felt anything beyond the hum from the coin, but he still was reluctant to part with it.
Okay, back to Southeastern State. About a year after Mike discovered his telepathy, during his scans of new initiates he ran across two who both had the first signs of their powers showing up. Surprisingly, the two didn't even know each other, but once Mike had immediately enslaved them and taken them to the Doc, they became close friends as they learned how to use their abilities together under Sarah's close supervision.
Okay, here's what that has to do with SE State. Those two guys ran the joint. Or rather, Varuna (Vern for short) and Ollie ran the Gamma Alpha Eta house on campus, and also had made two of the sorority houses their homes. Unlike Mike, they quit school after becoming part of the Group, so they never actually finished the Eta program. They spent most of their time at the two sorority houses, and I suspected that was probably the biggest reason the Eta membership was so low.
Not that I complained, mind you. And they had a pretty nice setup too. They each had a penthouse on the top floor of the sororities, and spent every night in bed with at least six willing girls. At first I found it all very erotic and accepted their invitation to spend that first weekend with them. But after spending just one night in their penthouse of slave girls, I realized how shallow and immature they were. I mean, having six girls constantly begging you to fuck or let them suck you was just what I needed after all that guy sex, but that's all they did, all the time. If they didn't all look different, I would have sworn they were all just carbon copies of each other the way they all acted exactly the same.
I tried to explain how wonderful getting to know a girl was compared to just making her into what you wanted her to be. But I think they must have both have been virgins before Mike met them. They kept telling me that I was just too young to know how much sex a man needs. Shit. I bet you any money they photograph the girls nude, then spend hours looking at the pictures while they get sucked. They were just immature like that. To them, women were just objects of pleasure, not real people, but I was determined to not get involved in breaking up another slave pit.
Getting back to the story, Alex picked up Eric and James Friday night to join Wally and four other gay couples in their weekend of gay love making. Once they were gone, I went over to Vern's place and enjoyed several rounds of mindless heterosexual sex with beautiful girls before it all got kind of boring and disturbing to me.
So by Sunday morning, let's just say I was ready to go back and take my chances with the lesbians.
Because they weren't expecting Eric, James, or myself until that evening, I was pleasantly surprised to find seven of the girls sleeping nude in one of the two living areas. After making sure they wouldn't wake up, I took a good long look at them, finding most of them were fairly nice looking. But after all the fucking I had done that weekend, I didn't have it in me to do anything more than look.
But finding Lisa and Nicky asleep in my waterbed, nude, and having raided my toy box, made me change my attitude.
I was actually in the bed between them before Lisa woke up, but she didn't realize it was me until her arm brushed across my hard dick while she was reaching for the covers.
It took her a moment to realized what the hell her hand was grasping, then suddenly she yipped and nearly ripped my little buddy out of his socket.
Nicky almost brained me with my own alarm clock, but luckily I managed to divert her aim in time. It took more than a minute to calm them down and remind them it WAS my bed they were sleeping in. Lisa finally just gave up and left to get dressed, and while I watched her ass as she walked away, my dick rose to the occasion which didn't go unobserved.
"Wow," Nicky said, staring at my meat as it went fully hard.
She was still laying in the bed with me, having gotten used to my nudity after three days of being exposed to it. But she had never seen me hard like that, even in the limo the year and a half before.
I felt her curiosity starting to get the better of her, especially when I took hold of my tool and gave it a couple of slow pumps.
"It won't bite. I promise," I said when I felt her hesitating to touch it.
She blushed, then carefully wrapped her left hand around it and mirrored my earlier motions.
"It's so warm and.. spongy.. but hard..." she commented as her confidence grew.
"Feels pretty good to me.." I said as she picked her speed up a little more.
"Really?" she said with a humorous look. "You know, I've never even seen one of these hard before. Let alone touch one."
"Wouldn't have known it!" I groaned when she stopped her jerking motions and ran her fingers lightly around the crown of my cock.
"Oh look. It's drooling," she said, spreading the precum around with her finger tip.
"Yeah, it does that when it likes the person petting it," I said as I relaxed after her over stimulation of my dick.
"I always thought a penis would look ugly and... mean. But yours looks almost innocent," she said as she sat up and started jerking me off with both hands.
She seemed to think that speed was the key, and I couldn't stop myself from going soft after she had tried three times to go as fast as she could.
"Shit, Nicky.. STOP! You're starting to rub it raw."
"Oh.. OH... I'm sorry," she said dropping it.
"That's okay. He'll recover pretty quick," I said, noticing that we were both a little sweaty and had been breathing fairly hard.
Her right hand slipped off her thigh onto mine, and I was certain it had been accidental, but then she decided she might as well explore my body while she was already there, and began rubbing her hand up and down my muscular leg.
When she moved to use both hands, I closed my eyes to enjoy the touch of her hands on my legs and feet. But my attention was drawn to the symbols which my other sight constantly showed flowing around her mind and body, and found myself lost in the combination of their beauty and grace and the touch of her roaming hands.
I suddenly noticed another cluster of swirling symbols obviously watching us from the door. My fascination grew as I watched the arousal symbols getting produced in Lisa's mind, and almost missed the fact that they had moved closer.
I opened my eyes when I felt another set of hands begin rubbing my chest, and I was strongly tempted to reach out to slide my hand up her shirt to feel her erect nipples with my finger tips. But I knew if I made any sort of advance on either of them, the fun would instantly be over and I might never gain their trust again so easily.
But as I fought my inner desires to return the fondling they were giving me, Lisa suddenly knelt down and began exploring my own nipples with her mouth and hands.
My attention was so preoccupied with the way of Lisa's mouth was making my nipples hard that I gasped in surprise when Nicky had discovered my little buddy was back.
I felt Lisa's own arousal jump up as she discovered her lover try to jerk me off as fast as she could. Despite Nicky having been in there longer, Lisa was in fact getting a lot hornier than Nicky, mostly because she wasn't entirely gay.
Lisa suddenly stopped, then Nicky did also, and for a moment I thought it was over. But no sooner than I opened my eyes again to see what was going on than Lisa's tongue licked the head of my dick.
And then Nicky tried it, and suddenly they were trying to make their lips meet each others, licking and smacking as they started moving up and down.
I couldn't believe it. Two self proclaimed lesbians were giving me a hell of a good blow job without having done a single thing myself other than being there.
As that concept sank in, it triggered my orgasm.
"That's disgusting!" Nicky said, jumping away from my spurting organ.
Lisa at least had the decency to take my dick in her hand and finish me off before they both left me laying there dazed and a bit sleepy. In fact the next thing I knew it was two hours later, and there was something about the way the door was partially closed that told me everyone had checked me out while I was asleep.
Cindy, the only one of the twelve girls who slept alone, offered to take me for the grand tour of the campus after lunch. I could feel she had ulterior motives for doing so, but figured I might enjoy whatever it was she wanted.
"Has Nicky or Lisa ever mention that the three of us used to go parking together?" she mentioned casually.
"Not exactly," I said, my dick deciding it wasn't that tired and rose up a little to listen in. "Lisa said something about the way you liked your nipples nibbled when you're horny, so I figured the two of you must have messed around at least once."
"Oh, for a while, Lisa and I were pretty hot stuff. And Nicky too at one point. We all know each other's secrets, including the one about you."
"Me? Oh, you mean the dream."
"Uh huh. Any chance of you showing me how you do it?"
"Ah.." I said, digging my coin out. "It depends."
"I thought you'd want something in return. All right, what's your price."
"No price. At least that's not what I was meaning. Just hold this a minute, okay?" I said as I took her hand and put my coin in her palm.
"Okay," she said, looking at it carefully. "What do you do? Hypnotize people with it?"
"Nope. Just hold it, and tell my if you feel anything."
"Feel anything? Like what? It's not cold, or hot.. It's not soft, and it's not wet..."
"So, you don't feel anything... unusual?"
"Am I supposed to?"
"Just answer the question."
She stopped walking, closed her eyes and clasped my coin tightly in her hand, and after a minute, she even held her breath.
"If you don't feel anything by now, you're not going to Cindy," I said, watching her turning red in the face.
"Shit," she gasped, giving up. "What was I supposed to feel?"
"I don't know. I think it may be different for different people. When I hold it, it makes my skin tingle, but other people feel something different."
"So.. Because I can't feel something, that means you can't teach me," she said with a sigh while handing my coin back.
"Yep. But if you like, I'll let you share one with someone else sometime."
"Thanks. I'd like that."
She pointed out a few of the buildings that I had asked her about, then once we had pretty much covered most of the campus, we started back to the house.
"You know, you're okay, for a rich kid," she suddenly said. "When Nicky told me you had bought the Orlin house and we could all go live there, I expected you to try giving us orders, spy on us when we were in bed, and maybe even trying to blackmail us. But other than organizing the clean up last week, you haven't done anything but be generous. I'm sorry if I acted cold to you last week. I'm just leery of anyone giving things out without asking for something in return."
"Yeah, well, you're not the only one to feel that way you know. Heck, even Nicky and Lisa don't really trust me enough to let me give them one of my special massages. They think I just want to handle their bodies, which I admit is one of the reasons I want to do it, but that's not the only reason. I like making people feel good with my hands, and it helps me in ways you probably wouldn't understand. I mean, you don't know how hard it is for me to not just help myself while they're literally helpless with pleasure. But I feel so much better afterwards knowing I can resist that kind of... temptation."
"Aren't you exaggerating a little much for someone who just woke up from a nap?" she said with a grin.
"I'm not exaggerating, and it wasn't just what Lisa and Nicky did that wore me out."
"Oh... Let me guess. You spent all weekend in bed with your three girlfriends, right?"
"Uhm, whatever," I said, getting tired of her teasing.
We didn't say much after that, but before we went inside, I said, "I'll be in the basement if you need me for anything," then touched her nose with my finger with my magic touch set to high.
As I walked away from the stunned lesbian, I couldn't help but grin like a fool feeling how surprised she had been. I had a feeling that I'd be giving her a massage by the end of the night.
Wrong! Cindy literally avoided me the entire day, only showing her face at dinner since Jen and Kelly had baked a ham for our first official Sunday dinner there.
While most of the women had started to feel more comfortable around me, I couldn't help but notice Lisa and Nicky both feeling disturbed about what had happened that morning. So by the time Eric and James got back around ten thirty, I was pretty happy to have them back.
I was very pleased to find they had both enjoyed their time at Wally's immensely. James admitted he hated it at first because they were going way too slow for his tastes, but once they got up to blowing each other, he kind of liked watching the others as they took turns. Both he and Eric gave me a detailed report on who was the cutest, who was the sexiest, and who had the biggest. I didn't have the heart to remind them I could care less.
I must have been more tired than I had thought. The next morning, I woke up to find that Eric had crawled in bed with me to snuggle, but when I hadn't woken up, he had just gone back to sleep next to me.
Eric's lips still had some of the child like redness to them I had noticed back in the tent the day we had first made love. It made him look so innocent, so endearing to me, I simply had to kiss those lips and enjoyed the sluggish response they made.
"Good morning, lover," he said with a smile.
"Good morning to you too, lover," I said, kissing his cheek.
"I'm so glad I came," Eric sighed, snuggling up to me and rubbing my chest like he had learned I liked.
"So am I," I admitted, slipping my arm under his head so my upper arm supported his head while I could rub his back. "I missed your morning snuggles while you were gone."
"Awe.. Didn't you get to snuggle with those girls?" he teased.
"Shit... All they wanted to do was suck and fuck. Besides," I said kissing him on the forehead, "Nobody can snuggle better than Eric the snuggle bunny."
Eric gave me a kiss below my arm pit, and after a moment, gave me another. When I didn't object, he continued giving me kisses, very quickly moving up to my right breast to kiss and suckle.
I let him continue since he was expressing his love and affection like Wally had been showing them, even though I knew he had a full hard on and would most likely try to do more than I was willing to permit.
But Eric surprised me by stopping after worshiping both of my breasts, and in a way I guess I was a little disappointed that he had stopped. I had been prepared to go a little further than that, but I knew better than to say anything in fear of risking hurting the progress he had made.
When I awoke for the second time, it was because James and Eric were kissing passionately on the bed next to me. Something about the way they were doing it looked more.. mature than the way they had done it before. They were kissing like to lovers should, not like two kids experiencing the joy of sex without caring about who they were sharing it with.
By the time they had quit to get their breath back, I was at full mast which they both instantly noticed.
"James, show Tim how good of a cock sucker you are," Eric said to his lover. Then to me he added, "I've been teaching him everything I know."
"Uhm," I started as James uncovered the pole which had been holding up the tent.
"Hey Eric. It looks sorta like Luke's did, only not as thick," James commented after giving it a few jerks.
"James, I don't know about this," I said, ready to use my down boy command.
"I told you he wouldn't let me," James said a little crossly, shoving my dick forward with a slap as he started crawling off the bed.
"Wait, James," Eric pleaded. When James didn't listen, Eric turned to me and whined, "Tim.."
"What Eric? What do you want me to do? If I let him do it once, you know you'll both get on my case about letting you do it again. Why did you have to suggest something like that, anyway?"
"Because... James has been working really hard trying to impress you with something. He thought if he could learn how to give blow jobs like the twins, you might like him more. For someone who can read minds, you sure don't know very much," he said getting out of bed and hurrying back to his room to be with James.
"Shit," I said to myself. "I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't. How my mom ever put up with this parental thing with me, I'll never know."
We had an appointment with Doctor Kinmon at ten that morning, but we ran a bit late because Eric's mom called wanting to talk to her son after a week of his absence. But once we arrived at his office, we found that he hadn't come back from talking to the dean yet, and waited for nearly a half an hour before he came in.
"Sorry for making you wait, boys. I'm afraid there's a slight problem with our plans. The dean wanted to know what kind of research you would be doing, and why he hadn't ever heard of a Professor Timothy Brandton before. He wants to meet you before approving the funds and facilities I promised you."
"I thought you said he was a good friend of yours and he'd trust you on it?" I said slowly.
"Dannel's under a lot of pressure to cut down on the amount of money spent on research right now, and can only grant two of the fifteen new projects proposed this semester. So I can understand he really can't just take my word for it without knowing what he's approving."
"Oh.." I said with a frown. "Well, what do you think I should do now? I don't really want to go look for another university after spending last week working on the house."
"I suggest we go talk to him, and perhaps you could even demonstrate to him what you can do like you did for me. I'm certain he'll..."
"Let's go," I sighed, cutting him off before he could make another promise he might not be able to keep. "But we have to be done by one to meet the tutor."
I felt both Eric and James stiffen at that, but they both kept their mouths shut while we put our coats back on to walk over to the dean's office.
When we got there, James was the first to notice something.
"Hey Eric. Look!" he said, pointing to the name plate on the dean's door. "He has the same last name as you."
"Dean Dannel T. Roberts," Eric read out loud. "I don't think we're related."
"No, I don't think you are either," Doctor Kinmon said with a grin as he knocked on the door.
We heard a deep voice say "Come in, Arron," then found a well dressed black man with a neatly trimmed beard sitting behind the dean's desk.
"Tell me this is one of your jokes, Arron," the dean said in his deep voice after we walked in his office and the door closed behind us.
"I know how this may seem, Dannel. But believe me, this is a once in a life time opportunity. Dean Roberts, may I introduce to you Timothy Brandton, an honest to God telepath."
"Telepath!" the dean boomed before cracking up in a hearty laugh. "If it wasn't so absurd, I'd.." he began before noticing our serious faces.
As Doctor Kinmon tried to convince the dean to even consider hearing me out, Eric whispered to me, "Why don't you just show him your stuff?"
"Because it usually scares them when I do it like that," I thought to him. "Joey finally got me to see it's better to wait until they dare me to prove it to them first. They always do one way or another."
"All right, Arron. If he is telepathic, then why doesn't he read my mind and tell me what I'm thinking about?"
"See?" I said to Eric out loud. Then I said to the dean, "You're thinking how nice it would be to just lock your door and unplug your phone so you could get your work done without so many interruptions. Who's Bianca? Oh. Er, never mind."
I never saw a black man blush before, but I swear his cheeks turned red. Of course mine were redder, but I hadn't known he had a wife until he had considered having Bianca, his secretary, give him another shoulder rub in hopes of it going a bit further than just a massage. I had to hand it to him. He did have a nice taste in asses, even if he never had the chance to try either one of them.
After giving him the details of what I was going to do, the dean finally accepted it was all for real, and sat there a few moments considering my proposal before pulling several files out and studying them.
Finally he set his glasses down, rubbed his eyes with one hand, then said, "I'm sorry Arron. I just can't approve the funds for something we can't publish or otherwise document what the funds were used for.
"However, the facilities are available, and since you don't require any special lab equipment, I can authorize the office and workspace. I can also send a memo out to the other research projects to suggest contacting your office about a special think tank that holds great promise in churning out solutions to their current problems.
"But as far as allowing you to hire help, I'm afraid we simply don't have the money. Perhaps the others would be willing to donate some of their funds, but I rather doubt it would be enough."
After thinking quietly for a few minutes, I said "What about," then stopped as a better idea occurred to me. I ignored their small talk as I reached out around me to find what I could offer people in exchange for their time. But when I realized how easier and more precise my telepathic ability had become, I forgot what I started out to do and tried to see how far I could 'reach' without straining.
I was just about to go beyond the borders of the campus when Doctor Kinmon gently shook my shoulder to get my attention.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just.. Uhm, what did you ask?" I said to the dean.
"I only need to know whether you wanted to still do your work here under those conditions."
"Yeah, I think everything will.. work.... out......" I said as my newer telepathic senses detected someone probing another person three buildings away. "Uhm, I hate to say this, but someone just peeked inside one of the ladies down in the records office. I think there's another telepath on campus."
"I didn't realize you could detect other people like that," Doctor Kinmon said.
"To tell you the truth, neither did I. Uhm, could Eric and James stay here while I go check things out? I'll only be few minutes."
Eric objected, but James nudged him to be quiet. I knew he was thinking maybe I would forget about our one o'clock appointment, but I didn't say anything since it would keep him and Eric quiet.
When I couldn't find the telepath, I went back and settled the arrangements with the dean. Shortly before noon, Doctor Kinmon took us to get the keys to my new office and workspace, then we headed over there to check the place out.
It wasn't that much to look at, but all I really needed was a couple of conference tables, say sixteen of those really comfortable office chairs, some carpeting, new lighting, and since we were always having to dig to find what we were looking for in the fridge back at the house anyway, I figured I'd have that one brought over after we got a bigger one for the house.
The office had two decent enough desks that I didn't feel they needed to be replaced, and when Eric and James saw the computer terminals left by the last occupants, one sitting on each desk, they didn't budge from the keyboards until I announced it was time for lunch and had to go.
Miss Sherwin was a professional traveling tutor who my dad had found for me. The thirty three year old army brat had started tutoring when she was nineteen while her parents were stationed in West Germany. She had spent her entire life on the move, never staying any place very long because her father was some sort of intelligence specialist in the army and was constantly being transferred to trouble shoot something new.
After getting her teaching certificate, Miss Anna Sherwin tried settling down for a time, but when she was offered the job of tutoring the children of a traveling circus, she jumped at the chance to be on the move again and hadn't stopped after that.
But she had recently had an accident in which she had broken her right leg and had damaged her knee, and simply wasn't able to live out of a suitcase while confined to a wheelchair. She accepted my offer over the phone to tutor Eric and James after I quoted her what I considered to be a reasonable offer, finding out later that it had been twice as much as she had usually made in three months time.
Anna sure knew how to handle her tutors, and had them busy reading within a half hour after meeting her. Eric and James weren't too happy about me leaving them at the rented apartment she was living in, but I needed to get a few things ordered, and I wanted some time to myself to scan the student body for researching candidates.
As soon as I found Lana McBride's mind, I new I had found my first candidate. I was absolutely enchanted by her mind's purity and efficiency, and she was even looking for a job for in the mornings since she had classes in the afternoon and evenings.
Lana was bright, resourceful, observant, and had nice fit body with a sweet face that only made me want to get to know her even more when I saw it. I almost blurted out I had a job perfect for her before realizing she wouldn't believe me right away about how I had known she needed a morning job.
She noticed me watching her while I sat in her psychology class, and I nearly melted in my chair when she flashed me a warm smile. But then a few minutes later, she gave me a firm 'not interested, but thanks' look that she obviously was well practiced in giving.
Okay, so I cheated a little. I inserted the idea she might like to at least ask me my name after class, and I even went as far as 'suggesting' she might tell me about herself a little in hopes of finding out about me. We ended up at the cafeteria talking like old friends, and I finally let it slip I was part of a new research project that was looking for people to help out in the mornings or afternoons.
Unfortunately, she wasn't really interested in research, and I was disappointed she didn't go for my bait. But once I wormed it out of her that she was looking for a morning job, I talked her into at least coming by Wednesday morning to check it out.
She was late to her next class, and I was late in picking Eric and James up. Man. Talk about getting it from both ends. After I got a lecture about being on time from Miss Sherwin, Eric and James complained all the way home about how much work she was making them do.
That night I went to bed anxious to get started on my project. I spent most of Tuesday at 'the lab' as I called it, organizing and directing the workmen and deliveries which I had ordered the day before. Half the time I was simply sitting in my office filing the drawings Joey and I had worked on in one of the three filing cabinets, but I did help out when they let me, and I assembled all sixteen high backed office chairs myself.
I was working on a list of other candidates in my office Wednesday morning when Lana came in the lab and asked if anyone was there.
"Yeah. In here." I said, slipping the list in the desk drawer and taking a quick glance in the mirror to see if my hair was all right.
"Hi, I.." she said before realizing I was the only one in the office. "What's going on? You told me someone would be here to talk to me about the job."
"There is. Me."
"You, huh," she said, taking moment to look around the office and noticing the color symbol drawings which I had hung above both desks. Her eyes lingered on the pain symbol, then looked back at me to tell me no thanks, but only got as far as opening her mouth before the empathic connection formed.
"I'm serious, Lana. I could really use someone like you on my team. I'll pay you $200 a week if you use that wonderful mind of yours to help me research symbols like the ones on the wall. I'm not trying to trick you, but I can't tell you anything else unless you're seriously willing to work for me. I may be only seventeen, but I might just surprise you if you give me the chance."
I closed the link, having broadcasted my honest intentions while speaking them, and knew she believed I was telling the truth.
She stood there with most of her weight on one foot in preparation to turn around and leave. Her mind was chugging away considering my offer, and almost lost her balance from standing like that too long.
I offered her the other chair, which after a moment she accepted and sat down, only to stand right back up when Doctor Kinmon appeared at the door.
"I just came to see how.. Well, hello there Lana. Is Tim recruiting you?"
"Trying," I said with a grin.
"Well perhaps you don't need my help after all," Doctor Kinmon said, winking at Lana. "I've arranged for Doctors Lugwitz and Goldstein to come here after lunch to talk to you, and if I can get a hold of Doctor Donaldson in time, hopefully he can join them. Do you think you're up to another demonstration?"
"What, with three people? I don't know. I haven't tried it with three people before. Maybe... Oh, uhm," I said, remembering Lana was still undecided. "I'll figure something out. I really appreciate you helping me getting the ball rolling by the way. So... thanks."
"My pleasure. Let me know if there's anything else I can do. Oh, and Lana? If you do decide to accept Tim's offer, just call over to my office and tell my secretary you'll won't be coming for your appointment with me this morning. I'm sure you'll be.. rather busy."
Lana plopped back down in her chair, her eyes frozen on the doorway where the doctor had stood moments ago.
"Two fifty," she muttered.
"I'll do it for two fifty a week, not two. You came to me, remember?"
"Two twenty. I'm having to pay this with my own money. The dean couldn't give me the funds without revealing what I was doing to the rest of the world."
"Two thirty five. I'm working my way through college, so I need every cent."
"Two twenty five, take it or leave it. And don't give me that working through college routine. I know you have a full scholarship, so this is just spending cash you're milking me for."
"You're not as stupid as you look," she said, holding out her hand.
"I'll take that as a yes," and shook her hand.
"So what is it you're researching? The other room looks more like a conference room for a bunch of executives, not a research lab."
"Let me get to that part later. First just tell me what do you think of my drawings?"
"Oh, uhm.." she said, trying to figure out what I wanted to hear.
"Never mind," I said, deciding to take a more direct route. "Do you believe in the possibility that some people actually can hear other peoples thoughts?"
"What? You mean telepathy? No, not really. Why?"
"So if someone knew that you used to dream of marrying Barney Rubble when you grew up, how would you explain it."
"You know, Fred Flintstones's best friend and neighbor."
"I know who he is," she said slightly alarmed. "Are you trying to tell me you read my mind to find that?"
"Right now you're imagining a green blob with three eyes walking up and asking us if Clarus the Dogcow had called here looking for Bob the Blob. Well, that was... original."
"Shit. Holy shit," she said, with wide eyes.
Once she got over her shock, Lana actually started asking me very straightforward questions which I tried to answer as well as I could. We spent the whole morning talking, and by the time she had to leave for class, I was extremely pleased with how things were going. I almost forgot I would have visitors around lunch time, but after passing a rather pissed off man in the hall on the way out to get something to eat, I checked to see what he was mad about and found that Doctor Kinmon had interrupted his nap to go talk to some new project leader about some kind of collaboration.
Talk about skeptics. Not only did I have trouble keeping them from leaving when they found out they were to talk to a seventeen year old kid, Donaldson almost hit me when I tried the same approach as I had with Lana. I had to pull out the big guns, reciting facts about their own projects that only they and their assistants would know, then went in for the kill by describing the girls they lost their virginities on.
I ended up having to call home and asking for someone to come pick me up after demonstrating the link for nearly an hour for the three men. I fell asleep as soon as I had put the phone down, and didn't wake up until Eric shook me in my bed to get me to eat the dinner he had brought up for me.
"Who brought me home?" I asked sitting up.
"Cindy and Lisa, I think. Nicky picked me and James up, and you were already here asleep when we got home. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said before I started wolfing down the fried chicken and green beans he had brought up. I had skipped lunch, after all.
"Thanks," I said to Eric when I finished. "That was good."
"Yeah, Rachael makes good fried chicken," he said with a distant look in his eyes.
"You homesick or something?" I asked, pulling my shirt off.
"A little, I guess."
"Why don't you call your mom or something?" I suggested.
"Maybe later," he said, snapping out of his mood. "Tim, James is getting kind of frustrated. He thinks you're avoiding him."
"Avoiding him? How?"
"I don't know," Eric said, setting the tray on the floor before opening the door. "He just asked me this afternoon if you were avoiding me too."
"Hey, Eric?" I said right after Eric took the tray out and closed the door after him.
"Yeah?" he said through the door.
"Ask James if he'd wash my back. I'm too tired to try, but I need to take a shower before going back to sleep."
"Okay. He'll be up in a minute," Eric said excitedly. But then he said cautiously "Uhm, like can I.."
"I don't think there's room in the shower for three of us. But I know the bed's big enough. Okay?"
I listened to the rattle of the plates as Eric hurried down the stairs as fast as he could, and just barely heard him yelling for James before I went into the bathroom and started the shower up.
Both James and Eric ran up the stairs a minute later, then I heard them quietly talking as Eric helped James get undressed.
Once he was ready, James quietly slipped into the bathroom, then stared at me through the glass of the shower door while his erection stood out straight.
"James, are you going to do my back or not?" I said without looking at him.
"I'll do whatever you say, butch," he whispered to himself.
I groaned internally, realizing he had made me his dream lover again, and that he had simply been using Eric's gullibility to get another chance at being my bitch. I was about to change my mind about letting him in the shower with me when I noticed his hard on was going down a bit. I quickly checked to see what was running through his mind, and I was surprised to find he was determined not to disappoint me, not wishing to lose his butch.
I re-examined his concept of what a butch was, and found that he was seeing it slightly different after watching Wally and Alex. To James, Wally was the bitch, while Alex was the butch, and I had to admit the titles did fit. And the one thing he wanted out of me the most was acceptance, protection, and love, with sex coming in a close fourth.
"How's that, lov.. Tim." James stuttered when he finished my back.
"Nice. Could you do my front too?" I said, not turning around or moving so he could get in front of me.
"Uhm... yeah," he said.
James hesitantly leaned up against my back and began washing my chest gently and thoroughly, his dick constantly switching between being hard and semi soft while he worked.
"You're a very gentle washer, aren't you, lover?" I said once he had finished his washing without going too low.
"I'm trying to be as gentle as I can be with you, lover," he said, his voice full of emotion.
I took his left hand and brought it up to my mouth without allowing it to touch my lips, then said, "Would you be able to be that gentle with me if we showered together tomorrow?"
"Yes," he said hopefully.
"Do you think you could be just as gentle if you washed the rest of me?"
"Oh yes. I'd be even gentler."
"Good," I said, kissing the back of his hand before turning around and looking in his eyes with tenderness. "Because my bitch has to be gentle with me about everything."
"I'd be gentle about everything."
"And my bitch would always wait patiently for me to decide when we would have sex. Do you think you could handle that James? Could you handle maybe never having sex with your butch if he loved you, took care of you, and protected you?"
"I'd do anything for my butch. Anything."
I stepped forward and embraced him, saying, "Okay then. I'll be your butch, and you'll be my bitch."
"Thank you.." he sputtered. "Thank you my butch. Thank you."
That night was probably the first night in several weeks that Eric and James didn't have sex when they went to bed. They both slept with me in my waterbed, Eric strangely accepting how James wished to curl up against me instead of him. James was actually the first to fall asleep, and once Eric and I both knew he was dead to the world, Eric kissed my cheek and told me thanks.
"You are something else, Eric," I said. "Hasn't it occurred to you that you might be losing James to me?"
"But I know you wouldn't take him from me," he said snuggling up against me like James was on the other side of me.
"Yes, but does James know that?" I said, kissing the forehead of my favorite snuggle bunny.
"I hope so. I hope so. Good night, Tim."
"Good night, my lover," I said without thinking.
After he got up and kissed me on the lips for my remark, he had to snuggle back up to me before we could finally go to sleep.
Thursday morning, I briefed Lana on the specifics of what I was going to try first, what I wanted her to do, and remembered to explain how drained I would be afterwards so she wouldn't get alarmed. Once she understood everything clearly in her mind, I formed the links and began our list of tests.
The first link was only for five minutes, but I was yawning my head off for a good twenty minutes as I recharged. The next link was for ten minutes, and after two more ten minute ones, each separated by an hour, I was ready for a good long nap and she had a class to go to.
We weren't actually trying to study the symbols yet. The purpose of these short linkings was to build up my stamina until I could keep the links going indefinitely without passing out from exhaustion.
James washed my whole body that night as gently and lovingly as he could, and I was so proud of him after not even trying to arouse me while he cleaned my dick that I asked him if he would like to share a dream with Eric that night. His soft yes was so... submissively loving, I hugged him and told him he was truly my bitch and I'd never let him go.
After James fell asleep again, I began telling Eric how I was starting to have real feelings for James and that I finally understood what Eric saw in him. James desperately needed someone to love him, and while he was absolutely possessed in having sex with any guy who would let him, it wasn't as important and having someone accept him and love him.
Eric had a little trouble falling asleep knowing I was going to let them share a dream together. I was a bit disappointed to find they only took the opportunity to suck fifty different guys together, but that's what their subconscious minds had wanted so I didn't stop it once I saw where it was headed.
Friday morning, Lana impressed me immensely while we were linked by working out how to access my own store house of knowledge without having to ask me to send it to her. We over did it a little that session, and I slept for nearly two hours afterwards, which ended up her having to leave for class after only two linkings.
That afternoon I located my next candidate on my list, Cindy, who I had found was very open minded and insightful when faced with new problems. I was very careful in the way I approached her, explaining I needed her help and wanted to show her something related to the thing I did with the dreams.
She likewise was very careful about squeezing as much information out of me as possible before giving up. She simply said, "All right, but if I find you sharing a pornographic dream with me, I'll make you wish you had been born a gal and not a guy."
I started off by giving her the back massage she had been so reluctant to try. She startled me by bringing herself out of her deeply relaxed state suddenly, but happily agreed to her request of a full body massage if I swore I wouldn't take advantage of her.
I was seriously sweating it too as my hands did their thing to her D cup breasts, her nipples hardening and softening constantly as she sank deeper into a blissful state of helplessness.
Cindy had the largest clit I had ever seen. The thing was like a miniature dick, especially when it hardened. I had a heck of a time avoiding getting my hands too close to it, and had a close call when I accidentally brushed against it with my elbow which caused her to gasp and sit up from the over stimulus my touch had caused.
"That was the most incredible... massage I had ever felt," she said laying back down and relaxing while snaking her hand across her naked belly. "I bet the straight girls just love you."
"I guess," I said, my eyes following her hand as it crept towards her erect knob.
"Do they... masturbate for you?" she said when he hand suddenly jumped to her crotch and began the ritual motions on her knob.
"Sometimes," I admitted.
"Do they like to suck you?"
"Do they let you fuck them?"
"Sometimes. Or sometimes I just kiss them and let them go without anything happening."
"What about now? Wouldn't you like to touch me there?"
"Yeah, but you don't, so stop teasing me like this."
"Who says I don't?" she said, taking my hand and licking the tips of my fingers.
"I haven't always been," she said, moving my limp hand to her crotch and pressing my fingers into her wetness.
"Shit," I said as she pulled my wet finger out of her and brought my hand back up to her mouth to clean her juices of with her tongue.
"But.. You're right, I don't really want you to," she said a moment later, flicking my hand away like a piece of trash.
"You know, if I hadn't already known you were teasing me, you couldn't have stopped me from doing what I wanted," I warned crabbily.
"Oh, you might be able to massage your way into those straight girls pants, but there's no way you could have made me do anything I didn't want you to do before. You're just a lot of hot air, kid. Stop blowing your own whistle."
"Fine. You see this?" I said, holding my right hand's index and long finger up together.
"Yeah," she said amused.
I carefully laid my fingers next to her moist hole and began increasing the throbbing arousal my magic touch was already producing inside her crotch.
"I'd say in three minutes, you will be begging me to fuck you," I said as she shifted her crotch towards my fingers unconsciously.
"Sure I will," she said, trying to fight her body's arousal. We were both very aware of how her nipples and twat had gotten hard for a few moments before she could calm herself down enough that they went soft.
By the time the three minutes were up, she had given up trying to fight her body's signs of arousal, and concentrated on just keeping herself from giving in. But after battling her burning desire for at least another five minutes, she gasped and started to wiggle her crotch to capture my fingers inside it.
I persisted in denying her the pleasure she sought, and I knew it couldn't be much longer before she was begging for my cock inside her. I had no intention of doing anything of the sort, if only to keep from losing what trust she had left for me.
"Cindy, have you seen my... What are you two doing?" Nicky asked as Cindy continued to wiggle nude on the bed.
"Let's just say I excepted a dare she made, and she's about to lose."
"FUCK! JUST FUCK!" Cindy said desperately. "FUCK ME!"
"Nope," I said, letting her go.
"NOT YOU.. HER!" Cindy said, her face full of desire as she looked at Nicky.
"Aw shit," I said before Nicky started yelling at me about what was going on.
"NICKY! Hurry?" Cindy cried, finding her arousal starting to diminish.
"I'm coming, Cindy!" Nicky said, no longer torn between kicking my ass and going to Cindy's aid.
"Nicky, don't interfere, please?" I begged, knowing the situation was going to turn out really bad if I didn't finish what I started.
"What did you do to her then?" she said stopping before taking her bra off.
"Nothing that she wasn't trying to do to me. Or what you and Lisa did to me. I didn't force her to do anything. She wanted me to break down and try something to get me into trouble with the rest of you. All I was doing was turning the tables on her by getting her to break down then refuse to do it with her."
"Cindy, you bitch!" Nicky said angrily. "You and your games of power are going to really get you fucked up one of these days."
"Uhhhh," she said after I finally allowed her hands to find her crotch.
"I give up," I said, to them both. "I'm going to go pick up Eric and James so they can get ready to go to Wally's tonight. Then I guess I'll start cooking dinner. It's my turn again," I reminded no one in particular.
I guess it was obvious to the twelve women that I was starting to feel a bit unwelcome in my own home. Even though I wasn't unfriendly with them when they spoke to me at dinner, I didn't make the small talk I usually did, not asking them anything or offering anything which I had thought was interesting about my day like I usually did at dinner time.
Once I finished cleaning the pan I had cooked the barbecued ribs in, I saw there wasn't anything left for me to do since the others were finishing cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. So I announced I was tired and was going to bed, discovering that had caused an increase of tension in the room.
I didn't care. I figured a night of depression was probably overdue anyway, so I went upstairs and took a shower thinking about the first shower I had taken with Suzi.
Funny how you can lay in bed and feel the minds of every person for a mile around you, yet feel the loneliness like I had that evening. I was considering all sorts of crazy things, but none of them I took seriously, knowing I would feel differently in the morning.
Around ten o'clock, Nicky was about to knock on my door softly when I said, "It's open, Nicky."
"How did you know it was me?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Just psychic," I said rather seriously.
"Cindy's sorry for messing with you this afternoon. She won't tease you anymore."
"I don't believe it, and neither do you," I said truthfully. "It doesn't matter anyway. She can't fool me."
Nicky sat down on the edge of my bed and stared at my face while her eyes adjusted to the dark.
Finally she said, "Have you been crying?"
"A little. But nothing related to Cindy. I'll be all right in the morning. I just get depressed every once in a while."
"Tim.." she said, finally trying to get to the reason she was there for. "The twelve of us just had a long talk about you, and how it makes us feel for us to be living with you. I don't expect you to understand how we feel, but that's because you're a guy, and you don't know how hard it is to be a gay woman. But maybe you can understand that we all feel like hypocrites living in your house, using your furniture, basically depending on a male to provide us with something we couldn't get on our own, something we all swore we would never do.
"We all appreciate what you're trying to do for us, and we never meant to make you feel uncomfortable around us. But the plain truth of the matter is, living with you like this make us feel like we're failures. This house was our big chance to show we could get something for ourselves without depending on a male. When you bought the place, even though you did it fair and square, we felt cheated. I didn't think of it like that until after Lisa and I did you know what with you. But that's really how we all feel. You cheated us out of the one thing we could prove to ourselves that we can make the world play by our rules.
"So tomorrow, <sniff> we're all going to see if we can get our old apartments back, and.."
"Nicky," I said sitting up and rubbing her back. "I think there's something you need to know. The reason that I could find the owners when you couldn't doesn't have anything to do with me being a guy."
"I knew that. But your dad makes lots of money, and you used his money to find them. It doesn't make any difference."
"But it does, silly. I may have used my dad's money to buy the place, but you could have bought it just as easily if you had found the people to buy it. I didn't pay anybody to find the owners. I'm going to show you how I did it in minute, and it doesn't have anything to do with being male of female.
"Remember back at the park? Remember how I knew things about you and Lisa? Like the fact you were lesbian lovers, that you went to Southeast State? And didn't you ever wonder how I told the driver where your dorm was when you never even told me let alone hearing me tell him?"
"But you.. I thought.. You're right. How did you know those things?"
I took her hand and pushed up her sleeve so I could get to her bare arm.
As I began to rub, I thought to her, "Remember this? How I made your arm feel better after helping you get it out from under Lisa? I was using one of my gifts, one of my abilities to make your arm feel good, just like I'm doing right now. I can do a lot more than just make your arm feel good, or help you share dreams with Lisa. Look at me, Nicky. See how my lips aren't moving? That's because I'm not talking to you, I'm sharing my thoughts with you. I'm telepathic, and that's how I knew those things about you, and how I found the past owners of this house. Anyone with this gift could have done it just as easily, male or female."
"You really are, aren't you," she whispered. "Why didn't you tell us before?"
"Because you wouldn't have believed me in the limo, and I've learned to keep my abilities a secret as much as possible to protect myself. Nicky, I really don't want you all to leave. I like all of you, and even if you don't feel comfortable around me, I'd miss having you around. Besides, I'd let you all buy me out before making you go back to that rat hole you were living in. I'm only going to be around for a couple a months. If you all buy me out now, do you think you could let me stay here until I'm finished?"
"I don't think the others would even buy you out at this point. They think we failed, don't you understand? If you offered to sell it to us, it would still be a failure. If you sold it to us for less than you bought it for, that would be a man taking pity on us. But if you sold it to us for more than what you paid for, then that makes it a man taking advantage of us. Even if you sold it for exactly the price you paid, we still couldn't have got it in the first place, let along fixed it up as fast."
"What if I told them the truth?"
"I don't know. I guess I want to believe in what you say, but I'm not sure you could prove it to the others. No matter what you do, you're still a male, and we would still be in debt to you for what you did. If you were a woman and we were men, it would be completely different."
"Hey..." I said excitedly. "What about if I became a woman for a little while. Wouldn't that make a difference? I mean, if I can do everything as a woman as I could as a man, wouldn't that make a difference in how they feel?"
"You can do that too?" she said totally amazed. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"Probably not," I said wickedly. "Come on, girl friend. If there's anything hornier I can think of than having sex with twelve lesbians, it's being one of those lesbians."
"Nicky, what's this all about? Did Tim talk you into this?" Ginger asked when she finally walked into the living area, the last to arrive.
"I can answer that," I said, coming down the stairs carrying two champagne bottles of the light purple drink. "Nicky told me how you all feel. You resent that I, as a male, bought this place then offered to let you all live here for free. In a sense, that was like rubbing your noses in it. Yes, I'm a guy, and yes, it was my dad's money who bought this place. But where you all failed and I succeeded was not because of some guy's money, but because you all are mutes, and I'm not."
"Mutes?" Chelsea snorted. "Where do you get off calling us mutes?"
"Nicky?" I said as I started pouring thirteen glasses of the drink.
"I know you all won't believe it at first, but I swear to God he's telepathic. He talked to me without moving his lips, and Lisa, remember how we never told the driver where to take us?"
"What?" Lisa said startled "I don't remember much of anything but what we did. Don't.. Wait a second. None of you heard that did you?"
"Heard what?" Harriet asked.
"Nothing... Oh my God! His lips aren't moving, are they?"
"What are you talking about?" Bee-Bee asked. "He hasn't said.. How did you know about that?"
"About what?" Patti asked.
"What's going on?" Wanda asked as one by one the other women would gasp or stop talking to stare at me.
"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda. Looks like you're last again. Just like when you stood at the end of the line in fourth grade for your yearbook, and they ended up being one short. But this time you didn't get shafted. This time you get the first glass," I thought to her handing her a glass of the purple drink.
"How did you know.." she said before it sunk in.
"You see? It's very simple. I used my telepathy to literally force the people who I talked to over the phone to point me in the right direction. I kept doing it until I found the lawyer who had read the will, and that's how I managed to buy this place. If one of you had been telepathic like me, my mom, or my dad, you would have beaten me to it. I was born with this gift. It had nothing to do with me being a guy. And tonight I'd like to prove myself to you by becoming one of you. That is if one of you wouldn't mind trading bodies for the night. Anybody ever want to know what it's like to be a guy?"
There was a moment of silence, the suddenly they all started talking at once. I watched quietly until every single one of the twelve women had finally tasted and then drank their glass of drink, before I said loudly, "Excuse me!"
They didn't get quiet right away, but Nicky, the ever quick to respond Nicky, put her fingers to her lips and whistled for silence.
"Thanks. Here's the deal. The drink you just had is a family recipe which in five minutes or so will be making you all extremely horny. None of you have drank enough to make you lose your self control, but it will definitely making you all very anxious to start ripping each other's clothes off to suck and fuck yourselves silly. I've had a glass too, but I'll go upstairs and leave you all to it if you say so. But I'd REALLY like to trade bodies with someone?" I begged.
"I'll do it, Tim," Nicky said. "I'm not sure why, but I want to feel what it is like to fuck a cunt with a real cock." Then to Lisa she added, "Ever since we got that strap on, I've wondered."
As the others started to get excited about feeling the effects of the drink, Nicky, Lisa, and I separated ourselves from the others to make the switch.
"Are you sure about this?" Lisa said to Nicky.
"As sure as I can be. This is safe, isn't it Tim?" she said nervously.
"Safer than changing the batteries in your vibrator," I said grinning at her. "All I'm going to do us telepathically swap our bodies' signals. If something goes wrong, all that could happen is we find ourselves back in our own bodies again. Oh, well, I might get a headache, but with the drink in my system I doubt it. Don't worry. I've done this lots of times. Ready?"
"Lisa, after I fuck myself, can I do you?" she asked her lover.
"Why do you think I'm over here. Hurry up Tim.."
"Yes, mistress," I teased, knowing she wouldn't get the joke.
"You know, I must..." I started to say.
"..be getting really good at this," I finished, speaking out of Nicky's body.
"Holy shit, Lisa. I'm a guy!" Nicky said using my voice and sitting up. "Ohh!"
"Feel's pretty neat, doesn't it?" I asked Nicky as she experimented with my body's dick.
"I feel like it's about to explode with pleasure!" she said excitedly.
"Oh, hurry up, you two!" Lisa said, the drink making her feel pretty desperate.
"I can't believe how light your body feels," Nicky said with my voice as she moved into position.
"Uhm, Nicky?" I said as she aimed her cock at my hole. "You've never done it with a guy before, right?"
"Stop. I'm not sure if it is right for you to take your own virginity."
"I'm not a virgin!" she exclaimed.
"I'm not so sure about that. Lisa, how would you like to take Nicky's virginity?"
"I don't care, just let me do something!" Lisa moaned.
"But I.." Nicky said as I began reswapping.
".. don't want to be... Oh! My dick is gone. OH!" Nicky finished as Lisa plunged my cock into her fuck hole.
"CINDY!" I called with Lisa's voice. "I have a score to settle with you," I said under my breath.
It just so happened (grin) that Cindy was in between lovers at the time, finding that all the roommates had teamed up and she was simply not welcome to join any of them just yet. So when she saw Lisa's hard nipples pointed at her, she followed her lust just as I had hoped. It also just happened that she had managed to get a bigger glass of drink than the rest (grin).
Oh how I enjoyed getting my revenge. Before she even could put her lips to my nipple, my magic touch laid her flat on her back as I fingered her large penile clit and listened to her lovely voice moaning a wonderful tune of helpless pleasure. I sucked her tits until I my arousal grew too great, then I sat on her face while she sucked every bit of my cunt's juices out. Orgasm after orgasm she continued to follow my orders, never hesitating, never once appearing to have an ounce of control over her lust for my magic touch.
We ravaged each other's mouths with our desperate tongues, licked each other's bodies over at least three times before finally, FINALLY I made my final move. After making her so desperate, so in need for one last giant orgasm, I made her beg for my fist, and eventually slid my hand carefully into her stretching fuck hole. After I had my fun inside her, I gave her one last mind blowing burst of my magic touch while my fist was still inside her.
She contracted so hard she popped my hand out, but as punishment for doing so, I kept her awake until he had licked every bit of her juices off my fingers and hand.
I quickly joined another group of wiggling female flesh, and had licked, sucked, or kissed half of the girls before discovering they were all exhausted while I was still fully charged and needing to fuck.
I discovered the reason once everyone but Nicky and I were sound asleep. Lisa and Nicky had been drinking the rest of the drink, but because my brain was still in my body, I was as horny as ever, even though the body I was controlling was worn out.
I quickly rectified the situation, and I'm pretty sure Nicky felt the difference in humping styles. I ended up blowing two more wads into her before I had finally had enough, laying down next to Nicky who was already falling fast asleep.
I didn't fall asleep right away, however. I basked in my happiness and the new discovery I had made about myself. I truly was my own master, and I wasn't anyone's fool. And now that there wasn't anyone I couldn't have sex with, I felt proud of myself for realizing the key to a long and sex rich life. Whether male of female, gay or straight, all that matters how you handle yourself, and that you simply don't lose control.