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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc ) 01/10
Disclaimer :
Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual
Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations
Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are
STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the
activities described here wouldn't be suicidal.
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Kinetics 101 or
Why should Telepaths have all the fun??
Chapter 1 Pink Flamingo
My name is Joshua Kalen. Ta Dah! * Big thrill huh *.
For twelve years of my life I was Joe Nobody. I was in
the dictionary under the word; BORING.
At thirteen, my life changed. I found out how
different I was from everyone else I had ever met.
My mother had always claimed I had a guardian angel.
Falling objects seemed to miss me. If I forgot how hot
or dangerous something was it didn't seem to matter.
At the last instant it would seem to jump away from my
hand or body.
At thirteen, the headaches started and I thought I
would soon be joining the angels. For two months I
wished I could die and my family thought I was
possessed. I lay there moaning and groaning. Objects
in the yard, house, and bedroom with me seemed to be in
a playful mood as I cried in pain. The chairs in my
bedroom seemed attracted to the ceiling. The pink
flamingo in the yard twirled like a top. The
silverware in the dining room, downstairs, marched
around the table like toy soldiers. My comb and brush
had dueling matches above my head.
I wasn't aware of any of this. I was suffering. Late
one night, with a radical Catholic exorcist worrying at
the foot of my floating bed, it all ended.
They say that everything got very still. My body went
totally rigid. Four lighting bolts struck a tree in
the front yard. I sneezed. The lights went out in the
entire county.
I woke up and was totally headache free and seemingly
back to normal.
Everything had gone back to the way it was. Even the
flamingo had finally stopped spinning. Thre was a four
minute blurb on the TV station about insufficient
planning by the power company and some fried relays.
For the most part everyone forgot the whole strange
affair. Everyone but the exorcist and I that is. The
exorcist joined a Moonie cult. I have to live with
what I've become and what I can do.
At 13 years of age, I was suddenly a fully functioning
telekinetic, (I could move things with my mind). My
powers didn't suddenly sprout full grown from my body
and mind after that night. The difference between what
I could do then and what I can do now can be measured
by my degree of control and the magnitude of what I can
do.
I was able, with practice and a couple of years of
experimentation, to control when and how my power
activated. Before that night, my powers had seemed to
be in a defense only mode that I couldn't govern.
The degree of telekinesis and the magnitude of what I
could accomplish with it, would take me years of
practice and experimentation to fully evaluate. At
first I could make small things tip over or shake.
Later I worked up to levitating small items. By the
time I was eighteen I had developed my skills and
mental muscle to the point where I could throw 15 tons
around, without breaking a sweat. With concentration,
I could crush a diamond or stop a butterfly in flight
without moving the dust on its wings. I even appeared
to have control down to the atomic level. I could
almost feel individual atoms if I concentrated. I
determined to not experiment at this end of my powers
until I knew more physics. I would hate to cause some
weird type of fission or nuclear reaction by mistake.
One of the aspects of my telekinesis that I worked
longest to perfect was the ability to form constructs
purely of telekinetic energy. These constructs could
take any shape my imagination could provide, bullet,
shield, ladder, whatever. Once constructed, my mental
creations, maintained their substance for about five
minutes, unless I dissolved them or kept renewing them.
All of my mental constructs were invisible and I found
that by laying a telekinetic force field around myself
that I could be invisible too. Light entered one side
and exited the other with zero reflection or
distortion. Luckily I didn't learn about that aspect
of my capabilities till after I had gotten out of my
horniest adolescent years. As it was, there was a
constant internal battle for many years.
Scared me:
* Keep it a secret, hide what you can do, if
someone finds out, you'll end up dissected in some
government lab. *.
Horny me * What could it hurt to pull Amy Jophers
panties down and skirt up for just a second??? I
probably won't get caught. *.
Scared me * Probably isn't good enough! *.
Horny me: * Damn!! *.
I spent a lot of time by myself out at the old quarry,
working on my powers, reading comic books, science
fiction and the occasional shoplifted Playboy. Comic
books had some of the best ideas for the uses of
Psionic powers. Green Lantern gave me some great ideas
for mental constructs. The Comics tended to ignore the
details of how the powers worked. I didn't have a
power ring with an instruction manual. I wasn't that
lucky. I had trial and error. Luckily I never had to
question why something worked when I figured out how to
do it once. I assumed that my peculiar mind somehow
tapped a huge power source that my mind was letting me
manipulate. I could live with that idea. I would
probably never know how my powers really worked though.
I just had to hope that my powers didn't have some huge
negative effect on others or me.
The problem with comic books for a horny kid was that
the telepaths and mind manipulators seemed to have all
the fun. Telekinetics like Justice of the New Warriors
or Sue Richards of the Fantastic Four or Jean Grey of
the X-Men just seemed to make shields and annoy people.
Mesmero, The Purple Man, The Puppetmaster, The
Ringmaster, The Controller, The Shadow King; all the
bad guys, that got to zap the good guys or good girls'
minds and make them into helpless puppets seemed much
more interesting. They were always beaten by the hero
by the end of the book. For a few seconds though,
Wonder Women, Marvel Girl, Mary Marvel or the Scarlet
Witch was theirs to do with as they pleased. In comic
books, telekinetics almost never got the girl or guy.
I wanted to change that. I was very interested in
girls. I didn't want to force them to like me, but I
wouldn't fight them off if they had shown some interest
in me either. Unfortunately I was everything that
girls didn't seem to want; medium height 5'9", thin as
a rail, brown hair and eyes, bad complexion, a nerd
with glasses and no social skills. Part of my problem
was a nervousness and insecurity about what would
happen if someone discovered what I could do.
Nightmares of being caged and school kids yelling FREAK
at me were not uncommon.
My Junior year in high school I finally worked up the
nerve to share my secret with a young girl who was my
equal in school. We were both considered weirdoes.
Her name was Tempest and she believed she was a witch.
She had started hanging out with me at the quarry and
we talked. She talked about her dreams and what she
knew about witchcraft and I talked about comics and
what a loser I was.
Eventually I felt I could trust her and I showed her
what I could do with my telekinesis. She didn't freak
and she didn't suggest I was Satan. I was really
impressed.
It was her idea that I use it on her. She wanted to
see if I could touch her in places that I couldn't see.
Weeks of experimenting and trying things that worked
and discarding things that didn't soon had me a
talented mental masseuse. For some reason, I'll never
understand, it never really got overtly sexual between
us. We were friends and we trusted each other. I had
developed a sort of empathic awareness of her when she
was in my telekinetic grip and I just knew when to stop
and when she wanted more of something. I could bring
her to orgasm or tickle her for half an hour without
ever touching her physically and somehow, for us, it
was enough.
I really thought that when we became Seniors we might
actually move on to having physical sex. I know I
wanted to, and I suspected that the only thing holding
us back was our fear that it would destroy our
friendship. In one of those weird quirks that are
supposed to mean something, but don't; she was killed
in a car accident by some woman who's screaming kid had
distracted her at just the wrong moment.
I went back into my shell. Tempest became my ghostly
conscience. My conscience told me that sex would be
nice but I had a lot of growing up to do. I was pretty
morose so I agreed with her.
After all, she had been able to tell when Mr. Jenkins
was going to throw a pop quiz just by recalling her
dreams. It hadn't seemed to help her grades any
though. I really missed her, so I practiced with my
powers a lot, hoping she would be proud of me.
Another year went by. When I went off to college I
was still a virgin. My resolve to never use my powers
to help me with my sexual frustration was really
weakening though.
Once I had escaped from my small town to a large
college campus where no one knew me, I decided to
remake myself into something that the female population
might find more attractive. I joined the college
karate team. I began a total exercise regime. I
purchased a whole new wardrobe with the help of a 'with
it' cousin. I exchanged my glasses for contacts. I
got my hair styled. I changed my diet and cleared up
my skin. The karate and exercise bulked me up from a
scrawny 140 to a buff 185. The karate classes also
taught me discipline, perseverance, strategy, and self
worth. They gave me a new attitude of confidence and
assurance. I was much more comfortable with myself. I
now had some male friends, but female company still
eluded me.
I had this feeling that at eighteen, every one else had
been dating for six years and I had never even held a
girls hand. Being shy and unsure of women in general,
I usually asked out the shy girls I knew. This never
seemed to work. Total rejection. Sometimes the girls
even seemed afraid of me. After asking one girl out
for a lunch date and receiving the standard rejection,
I broke down and asked her why.
"You're really nice Josh and you must know your good
looking (total shock to me), I can't really explain it
but.... ummm I guess I feel threatened by you. I'm
pretty sure your not some crazy or something but when
I'm around you I get this feeling that you are reining
yourself back that your like really powerful or
something and it...... well it scares me." she tried
to be nice about it.
She seemed compelled to give me the rest of the bad
news, "Some girls really like powerful guys, it's a
real turn on to them. I can't explain it but you just
seem to have, like this really big strong aura around
you, like you could do anything. I'm sorry Josh but,
I'm pretty shy and I know I'm not that pretty or
anything. Maybe you should be trying to date girls
that are more...well...... you know, sure of
themselves, prettier, more confidant girls.".
Obviously my powers were leaking out enough to be
perceived by people I was close to. They could feel at
some instinctive level that I could do devastating
things with my mind. What the hell could I do? Maybe
the prettier more self assured girls would find my
"powerful aura" attractive, but my lack of any social
standing at college meant that I didn't interact with
those kind of girls very often, if ever. I was also
still severely intimidated by beautiful women.
I was almost ready to give up on girls and become a
eunuch when something happened that changed my life
forever.
I got to be a hero or as close to a hero as I could
achieve. Hero turned out to be a four letter word but
their were some definite perks.
To be continued ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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