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Lily and Rose

My best friend and I both had the same boyfriend. Not at the same time. Not exactly. You see, Thom is a telepath. His power manifested the first time he had sex with one of us. He didn't understand what was happening at first. Neither did we.

Where do your thoughts come from? Do they occur at random? Do they bubble up from the subconscious? Are they a logical sequence, like a theorem in math or a formula sitcom? Are they a drunkard's walk through a dark city? Or do they come from somewhere else? No one knows. Telepathy is a double edged sword. If you can see someone else's thoughts, then they can see yours. Not as much fun as you imagined? Life is like that.

Most people's thoughts are so loud Thom couldn't avoid hearing them. It was a pain, like some random person behind you talking on their cell phone. We all quickly learned to quiet our thoughts, Thom not as fast as us two. He didn't know we knew what was going on. When he read my mind, I could pick up what he was hiding in his without him knowing, if I worked at it. So when one of us started having sex with Thom, the other could see all of her thoughts, emotions and sensations refracted through Thom's memories of their time together. It might sound awkward, but people aren't embarrassed about what is inside their own heads, no matter where it comes from. Not if they have any sense.

Thom forms a permanent telepathic link with anyone he has regular sex with. They always see each others thoughts no matter how far apart they are. It's not as bad as it sounds. If we aren't paying attention, it's just some random noise in the distance, like the ringing in your ears, unless the other person deliberately calls out to you. So later on, when Thom started having sex with the other one of us, the first could still see everything they thought and felt through her mind link with Thom. So he didn't really change partners, he was just continuing his relationship with both of us, although he didn't know it. Confused yet? Let me explain. Just choose one of the links below.

A. My name is Lily.

B. My name is Rose.


05 Beau

I said I was going to have sex with him. He said I was married. I said what Seth didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And besides, he wasn't happy unless he had something to worry about. He said ah. I told him to take me out to dinner. So he asked would I like to go out sometime? I said yes, that would be nice.

We met at a Thai restaurant. I ordered the vegetable pad thai and he had pineapple fried rice. After we got our food, I asked him if he wanted a broccoli? He said yes please, so I picked one up with my chop sticks and told him to say ah. He looked at me. I sat there looking back. Then he opened his mouth and I popped it in. He asked if I wanted a shrimp? I asked if he would feed it to me? He said okay. I said okay. So I opened my mouth and he stuck it in. I said I liked that. He asked if I wanted another? I said no, but if he could spare a cashew nut? So he fed me one of those too. He seemed just as skilled with his implements as I was. After we were done, he invited me back to his apartment. I accepted.

When we got there he offered me a glass of Riesling. I accepted that too. I'm not proud. He put on Workout by Hank Mobley, and we sat on the sofa and talked about stalking people. He said he liked old detective novels and had learned how to tail people. It was sort of a hobby. I wouldn't have spotted him if he hadn't wanted me to. I let the that go. I asked him how many people he had followed? He didn't know, quite a few. He had been doing it off and on for the last year or so. No one for anywhere near as long as me, and I was the first he had deliberately let spot him. I asked if anyone else had confronted him? He said a few. He had given a cover story. He had always stopped following someone if he thought he had been spotted. When I finished my wine, he set our glasses on the end table, leaned forward, and kissed me. I kissed him back. Our tongues flirted, and I gnawed on his lip a bit. I felt his hands on my back and thigh, and my breast pressed against his side.

A. I decided this was enough.

B. I decided I wanted more.


21 Something Good

I said we could make it into something good. A few minutes later Clara and I found ourselves back in my apartment and still sitting on the sofa. I asked how she was doing? She said she felt better. She saw now that she didn't have to be afraid, that they were people like her. Maybe she should have known that. But she still didn't know what to do. I asked what she wanted to do? She said she knew she was presumptuous, but she wanted to help people, to become a Warrior like me. I said I was sure she could. I didn't have any special ability of my own, just a few things I had picked up from Thom. It was more her faith in me that let me do what I did. They say it can move mountains. It could be faith in yourself, your friends, god, a breakfast cereal, or just a generalized faith in existence, that the world would somehow find a way keep going. The faith itself was all that mattered, and the will to carry on when that faith was shaken.

I asked if she was hungry? She said she could eat something. Would she like to get a slice of pizza? She said that sounded good. So I drove her to a late night pizza place that had a few tables. We sat down with our food and I asked her what she thought about the link being a source of energy? She said she wasn't sure. She hadn't really thought of it that way before. But it had supported her and connected her to people before I saved her. I asked if she could feel it now? She swallowed what she was eating and closed her eyes. She said yes she could. She always could. I asked if she could draw strength from it? She was quiet for a few moments. Then she said yes she could. She could feel it glowing inside her. I asked if she knew what I was thinking? She opened one eye and said that was too easy. She had been able to pick up random thoughts ever since her power had awakened. Most often when she didn't want to. She closed her eye again. I said okay, could she find some other use for the energy? She said she could slow down time within the link. She could hear it more clearly now. There was too much to hear everything, but she could hear whatever she wanted. She still had to learn what was there. It had changed. When we got home she thanked me for my help.

A. I insisted she stay here.

B. She said she had a room.


25 Hip

I ran my hand down over her hip. Taking me with her, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs. I wasn't sure exactly what her invitation meant. Maybe she thought I would use my hand. Maybe she wanted me to hump her. Maybe she didn't mean anything and was just being playful. I decided if I was misinterpreting she was going to have to tell me. I kept kissing her. Then I slithered down her thigh, kissing her chin, throat and breastbone on the way, until I got to her breast. One elbow was supporting me and the other hand was still on her hip, so I just sucked the nipple into my mouth and nibbled on it. She spasmed and moaned. I seemed to have got that much right. I kept nibbling her. Then I slithered down her shin, kissing her ribs, navel and belly, until I got to her groin. I was stopped by her toes against my crotch. That was okay, I hadn't intended to go much farther. I slimed my way toward her center.

She said um. I said hmm? She said she was nervous about being with a girl. I said I couldn't do anything to her a boy couldn't do. She said oh, and thought for a moment, and said that was true. She already knew how much fun this was. I didn't say anything. She said sorry for the interruption. Please continue.

I slimed my way toward her center, burrowed through some of her hair, and lapped up her juices. She shrieked softly and wriggled her toes in vain. My excitement increased. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and nibbled it. She said ah. She said that quite a few times. Then she said uh several times and was quiet. She said she was wrong. She hadn't known how much fun this would be. I reascended and let her taste herself on my lips and tongue. She said it was my turn. I said okay. She said she didn't know what to do. I said she could do to me what she did to herself. She said oh, would that be enough? I said yes. She didn't even have to do that much unless she wanted to. She said no, she did. She wanted to make me come. She wanted to have that connection to me. Then she kissed me and reached down and showed me what she could do. I said ah. I also said quite a few other things before I ran out of breath. We fell asleep holding each other. If sex ever caught on it would destroy the body pillow industry. I had to work the next day.

A. So I left a note and a spare key.

B. But I decided to take the day off.


09 Wondering

I wondered where all this was going. Seth was asleep when I got home. I had told him I was going out with Rose. I knew he wondered if I was having sex her. I was, just not as often as it might seem. So was he. But he loved both of us, I knew that even if he didn't. I cleaned myself up before I got into bed with him. I wondered if I should, but knew he always liked when I did. So I woke him up and had sex with him. It was as great as always when I made him come and felt him filling me up.

I snuggled up behind him as he went back to sleep. Who was Beau and what did he want with me? I didn't really mind if he followed me around. But should I? Now that we were seeing each other, would he stop? Did I want him to? It was sort of flattering, even if he was just fooling around. If I was going to be part of his game, could I take a more active role? Should I get someone else involved? No, I didn't think so. It was our game. A relationship is always between two people, no matter how many others might be affected by it. Even if there were three people sharing the same bed, although it might get a bit more fuzzy than in other cases. As long a people maintained separate identities, the connections between them would always be separate and unique. Unlike nearly everyone else, Rose and I were not alone in our own heads. Our both being with Thom had created a link between us. He said it was the only time that had happened. I could feel her sleeping next to her husband. Sometimes when we were reading each others thoughts we couldn't tell whose was whose. And sex while linked was unbelievable. Still, I was me and she was her.

I wasn't like Thom. I could sometimes affect the ideas of people who were nearby, but I couldn't see much of what they thought. Just what they broadcast too loudly. I couldn't set up mind links with other people on my own, no matter how many times I had sex with them. Still, I tended to keep my distance in order to protect myself and others. Was it right to involve Beau in this? Was it safe? He was more perceptive than most people I knew. He already knew there was something going on, even if he didn't want to know what it was. But it didn't really matter what I thought. I knew I was going to be with him.

A. I decided not to worry about it.

B. I realized that I needed to be careful.


10 Knowing

I knew where all this was going. Seth was still up when I got home. He asked how Rose was doing? I said he knew. Rose was just Rose. He said did know. He didn't press too hard about what we did. I wasn't supposed to know he was having sex with her. He might have some doubts about my behavior, but he was secure in his belief that I didn't know anything about his. He was an open book to me. I knew who he saw, when and where he saw them, and what they did together. He wasn't very imaginative, but I was glad he was enjoying himself. I wasn't going to spoil his fun. I cleaned myself up before I got into bed and had sex with him. It was just as great as always when he made me come again and then filled me up with his. I was a lucky girl.

I snuggled up behind Seth as he went back to sleep and thought about Beau. I knew he was a good person. I wasn't a telepath, but I could pick up stray thoughts now and then. Most people can, they just don't realize it. They think all the ideas in their heads are their own. I could sometimes influence people's ideas. But lots of people are persuasive. I just didn't need as many words. I didn't sense anything selfish in Beau. He was genuinely concerned about the people he interacted with. That wasn't as rare as it might seem, but it wasn't as common as it could be.

Girls like Beau. He is charming and thoughtful in his own way. But he isn't close to very many of them. Being perceptive can isolate a person. You don't see things the way other people do. The insincerity of everyday life is harder to deal with. Seeing people take advantage of each other gets discouraging. It is an ingrained habit they are no longer aware of. Learning to relate to someone was difficult for me, and Beau would be especially tricky. But I knew I was going to be with him.

A. I decided not to worry about it.

B. I realized that I needed to be careful.


14 Scary

That was scary. We agreed we should wait a little while before our next date.

We met at a pizza place near his apartment. I ordered a Highlander IPA to calm my nerves. He had an Oatmeal Porter. I said it felt different after what happened last time. He agreed, but said we were both here. We shouldn't let a few revelations get in our way. And there was no point in getting embarrassed now. I said that was true. So. Had he found any new suspects to tail lately? He said no, business had been slow. Maybe he should find something else. I said he was just in a slump. If he kept at it, things were bound to pick up. He said he hoped so. We worked on our sausage, pepper and onion pizza for a while. He boxed up the left overs and I drove him home. Inside, he asked if I wanted another beer? I said I thought I'd had enough. Did he have any seltzer? He asked if lemon lime was okay? I said perfect. He put on Underground by Thelonious Monk. We sat on the sofa and he played with my knee while we sipped our drinks.

I gulped the last of mine and handed him the glass. He set it on the end table and I kissed him. He kissed me back. Tongues and teeth, nibbles and bites. I moved my hand to his crotch and felt him up. He asked what kind of boy did I think he was? I didn't bother answering him. I couple moments later I felt him start unbuttoning my top. His hand slipped inside to my breast. I shrugged my shoulder free and lowered that side of my bra. He manipulated my breast like it was a couple of Chinese balls. I thought I could hear a soft ringing. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and went at it like a two year old who's been told this is the last time. Then I pushed him back on the sofa and opened his pants. He moved his leg around me. I pulled out his erection out and sucked it into my mouth, one hand stroking the shaft and the other squeezing his balls through his shorts. He started groaning, then complained that he couldn't hold back. I ignored him and soon felt his cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed it to make room for more. He finally pried me off and opened my pants. He stuck his hand into my shorts and I felt my clitoris squeezed between his thumb and the two fingers inside. I gasped and pulled his mouth onto mine. Our tongues fought and my jaw pumped as hard as my hips while I sucked him into me. And then I came for the first time that night.

A. I waited while I caught my breath.

B. I dragged him into the bedroom.


13 Beautiful

That was beautiful. We both wanted to have another date soon. This time he made dinner. It was Japanese curry with chicken, potato, carrot, onion, apple, peas and curry sauce. He put rice from the cooker on half of two small plates and curry on the other half and carried them to the table. Then we sat down and broke our chop sticks apart. I took a sip of tea and tried it. It was surprisingly good. He said it wasn't fancy but the Japanese ate a lot of it, made it different ways. I asked how he had learned about it? He said he had picked up random bits of Japanese culture from watching anime. I asked if he had ever been to a maid cafe? He said no, but he had learned how to make a rice omelet. He pointed out that the maid cafe was an updated version of the geisha house.

He offered me a drink afterward, but I declined. I said I wanted to keep my head clear. I poked my nose into his office, so he showed me his computer set up. I saw bookshelves full of manga and videos and said he seemed to have a lot. He admitted that most of his anime was actually digital and stored on memory chips. I pulled out one of the manga and looked at it. It started from the back and was black and white and written in kanji and kana. He said he had started buying them that way while learning Japanese. When I asked if he could read them now, he hesitated and said sort of, if he used an online translator to help.

We sat on the sofa and had some more tea. He put on Black Pearls by John Coltrane. When he had set our cups on the end table, I kissed him. Slowly. We put our arms around each other. I ran my hand down his back. Then I ran the other down his front. Then I opened his pants and reached inside. I pulled out his erection and stared at it for a while. Then I started stroking it and went back to kissing him. His breathing got a little ragged. I kept going. A little while later he said he didn't think he could hold back much longer. So I bent down and took him into my mouth. He was right. He grunted and shot his cum down my throat. When he was done I sat back up and opened my pants. He stuck his hand inside and went back to kissing me. His thumb moved around on my clitoris and two fingers did inside. It felt wonderful. After a several minutes I let myself gasp out my orgasm. He seemed to enjoy watching me even though I was still mostly clothed.

A. I waited while I caught my breath.

B. I dragged him into the bedroom.


29 Learning

I said I would help her learn how. I knew someone who could help. One moment Anya hadn't been there, and the next she had been sitting next to us for a while now. It was a neat trick and prevented a lot of unnecessary excitement. I had asked Thom to see if Anya was available to join us. He didn't have a direct connection to her, but he had learned how to use other people's connections to reach people. She had agreed and traveled here through my link with Thom to be with us in the dreaming. I could maintain the link that Thom had set up so that Clara could see her. It had all happened at the speed of thought. Clara said St Anya of the Birds. Anya asked Clara to please not get down on the floor and bow to her. She had already done that with me, and we could count that as also applying to her. Clara said she would restrain herself.

I asked Anya if Clara could fly? Anya asked Clara if she could move objects? Clara said a little. Anya said lifters used imaginary hands to move real objects. Could Clara use her lifting ability to create imaginary wings that moved real air? They wouldn't be strong enough to fly with, but it would be a start. Clara stood up and I moved a chair out of the way. Anya told Clara to ignore her real arms and imagine a new set extending outward from her shoulder blades. Not too far. She would help. I felt an image in my mind of what it was like to have wings. Clara reached out with hers across the room. A look of ecstasy came over her face. Her pure white feathers glowed with a light of their own. I felt the breeze when they moved. After a few moments Anya said very good. She could put them away now. Clara furled her wings and they melted into her back. She sat down.

Anya asked Clara if she would share abilities? Clara said she would be honored. We were a flock of house sparrows flitting from branch to branch in the dense ivy outside, calling out and answering each other in the fading light as we settled down to roost. The air supported us like bits of cottonwood fluff. There was safety in numbers. Then we were back.

Anya said their wings served a number of functions. They push down against the air for take off and landing. The airflow over them provides lift. And they bite into the air for turns and movements. A small bird is very acrobatic, but this decreases rapidly with size. A sparrow is 1 oz, a robin is 3 oz, a crow is 1 lb, a seagull is 3 lbs, and a human is two orders of magnitude heavier. A gull can soar and dive, but a human couldn't do much of anything with just wings. She said the lifters she knew could only push themselves up a few feet. If Clara wanted to fly she would have to find a way to make something move without pushing it. Maybe she could start with a piece of paper. Then Anya was gone. Clara and I looked at each other. She took a piece of paper, tore off and crumpled part, and held it up.

A. She sat there staring at the piece of paper.

B. She asked how was it possible for something to move?


45 Hand

She tried to put her hand on my breast. She couldn't move the one pinned under my side. The other was blocked by the side on top of her. I turned and lifted myself slightly. She chose a hand and sank her fingers into my softness. I adjusted my position a bit more and pretended I was a grapefruit. We continued kissing. She squeezed my nipple and an electric shock ran through my body. I think I came. We were lucky I didn't bite either of our tongues. I mumbled that was wonderful, but she might want to be more careful the next time she tried it. She said hmm? I explained about the tongues. She said mmm. The part of my mind that could still think was surprised how well she already knew my body. If she had squeezed any harder the pain would have been unbearable.

When I had recovered a little more, she took off my panties and got me ready. Then she took off hers and lay back down next to me. We kissed. We kept kissing. I got even more ready. I ran my hand over her chest and played with her nipple. She squirmed around and squealed softly. She moved up some, and I bent down and took it into my mouth. She held my head. I reached down and stroked her. She arched her back. She moved back down and kissed me some more. I felt her tongue moving across my lips. Mine went out and played with it. After a few moments she continued down and buried her head between my legs. Oh god. I felt her tongue on my clitoris, her lips sucking, and her fingers inside. Oh dear sweet Jesus. Church could be exciting but it had never been like this. I held on for my life. Then I let go. She managed not to.

A little later she climbed up between my legs and kissed me. I tasted myself on her lips and felt her reach down. I was extremely wet. Then she moved her hand back up and started slowly thrusting. I moved my knees a little higher and thrust back at her. I was tired but still excited. I felt our parts rubbing against each other. Before too long I felt something moving and came again. It was a milder orgasm this time. I didn't know how she hadn't come yet. I knew she was excited. But soon I heard her breathing change and held her as her orgasm hit and she shuddered on top of me.

A. Did I win?

B. Let me out.


41 Jazz Concert

She asked me if I wanted to go to a jazz concert? I said I would love to, and she told me when. The venue was a small auditorium. The group was quintet with tenor sax, trumpet, piano, bass and drums. They opened with Tempus Fugit by Bud Powell and Street Singer by Tina Brooks. They also played some pieces by classical composers but they sounded like jazz tunes to me, though a little strange. I thought they played well even if I didn't understand all of it.

During the break Dusty tried to explain to me what they were doing. She said they mixed jazz tunes with versions of classical works by Scarlatti, Bach, Mozart, Chopin and Debussy. Verses are usually made up of four lines, or three. Jazz tunes are made up of verses called choruses. Movements of classical works are made up of verses called themes, which are collected into sections called many different things, such as exposition, second subject, development, recapitulation and coda. The choruses and themes of each piece are just variations of each other. Themes that sound different in a classical movement are based on similar chords and would be considered the same in a jazz tune. The group had separated classical pieces into verses, changed them into choruses, and put them back together as jazz pieces. They tightened up Beethoven's bloated 72 minute ninth symphony into a trim 14 minute jazz suite without omitting anything except the words and made it sound as if he had originally intended it that way. I could follow some of what she said, and it allowed me to better understand what I heard. During the second set the tunes sounded less like a jumble and more like the same melody played over and over in different ways. I decided I liked it and thanked Dusty for inviting me as we were leaving.

A. We went to a cafe.

B. We went outside to a park.


42 Hot Spring

I asked her if she was going to the hot spring? The food and beer group was planning the trip, and we could go for the day or stay over. They had done it before and people seemed to enjoy it. Some of the rooms had individual hot tubs, but that seemed sort of pointless. They planned to use the communal bath. She said she had thought about it. She had called up and asked how it worked, and it sounded nice. I asked if she would like to stay over and share a room with me? She said she had thought about that too but was worried about my expectations. She didn't want to disappoint me. I said just spending time with her was all I wanted. Would I get to see her naked? She said she was sure there would be quite a lot of that. Yes, she would like to share a room.

The bath was a large naturalistic outdoor pool with a high wall around it. We couldn't see much except the tops of the mountains on the other side of the river. There was a row of small and low plastic benches facing one wall with spigots and a hand held shower in front each. You were supposed to wash yourself before getting in the bath to soak. It was how public baths worked in Japan. There were nine of us and several other people using the bath. It wasn't crowded. Four of us were staying over. The mens bath was on the other side of one of the walls. Bathing suits were allowed but none were currently in use. Dusty and I hung our towels and room keys on the hooks provided and sat on two of the benches. We soaped up, washed ourselves, scrubbed each others back, and rinsed off. Then we got in the bath with everyone else. I saw someone glance at Dusty and then look away. Some people talked and some didn't. Some people glanced around and some were careful not to. Some people seemed nervous and some were at ease. It was hard to imagine our group being quiet and not all of us were. I couldn't hear anything from the mens side above the noise we were making. I could see Dusty's body through the clear water, but not very well.

When she and I were done we got out and dried ourselves. We didn't get dressed. The large blue and gray Japanese style robes we had found in our room covered more of us than our clothes did, although they weren't especially thick. Since there wasn't a separate changing room, we had worn those. So had a lot of other people. As far as I could tell, most of the girls went naked under theirs. A girl's body flows differently without underwear. I didn't know about the boys.

A. We went to the cafe.

B. We went outside to a park.


46 Um

She said um. I said what? She said she loved me. But her drive wasn't as strong as mine. She wasn't ready to have sex with me again yet. She hoped I would wait for her. I said as long as it takes, and thanked her for telling me. I knew her body was ready. I could see it in her reaction to what we were doing. And I knew she would agree if I told her I wanted her. But I didn't. Not until she was ready. Well, that wasn't exactly true. I wanted her so badly I could taste it. But I told my body it would just have to wait. I hoped it wouldn't sulk too long. I kissed her and said I would take care of myself later. She said she would pretend to be asleep to give me some privacy. For now, could we please just stay like this? She liked my hand where it was. So I kept it there and kissed her some more.

She was curled up facing me and breathing slowly. I lowered the sheet and kissed her cheek and hip and stroked her hair. She did a good job of pretending, but I knew she wasn't asleep because she didn't murmur. I would pretend I wasn't doing anything. I innocently opened my legs and casually dropped my hand between them. I was already wet, but waited till I got a little wetter before I started. Then I began slowly rubbing myself. I was already excited from being with her, so I didn't wait too long before bringing myself off. I tried not to be too quiet. Then I did it again because once wasn't enough. And as long as I was here I might as well make it three. If she still wasn't ready after all that, I guess our libidos really were out of sync. Oh well, it would just make our next time more interesting. I hoped I didn't scare her.

A. Did I win?

B. Let me out.


30 Staring

She sat there staring at the piece of paper in her hand. I waited. I didn't know what to say. I saw something flicker in her eyes. She looked toward me with those eyes still unfocused. I began to get worried. She asked what I had said? I said I hadn't said anything. She said before. I tried to remember. I said I had asked if she could fly. She said no, before that. What was the first thing I had said to her? I knew it was just yesterday but it seemed like a long time ago. I said I had asked her to come in. She said after that. What were the first real words I had said to her? Well, she had gotten down on the floor and given me her speech. I had told her to get up, but I had used the formal words. I said I had told her to lift up her face and rise. She said yes, that was it, those were the words. She said she couldn't make the paper move itself because to touch it was to push it. But she had to touch something to make it move. There was only one thing she could touch without pushing. She told me to say the words a third time and make them true. I was confused but did as she asked. I told Clara to lift up her face and rise. A brightness surrounded her. It wasn't light. It was the energy building inside her. Then she did. She lifted up her face and rose. About three feet into the air. She hovered there motionless. Then she slowly sank back down onto the sofa. She said thank you and called me St Rose again. I felt a little strange.

I suggested we go out back. There was some space behind building. She waited while I dug out some goggles and fitted them over her head. She adjusted them over her eyes and asked if I wanted to come with her? I said yes, and sat down, closed my eyes, and looked out through hers. We had a similar build but her hair was longer. I felt it hanging down her back. We went outside and moved away from the building. One of the things about special abilities was that people tended not to see them. They saw what they expected to see, which was a big help. Clara looked up at the big sycamore tree. She extended her lifter's wings six feet to either side and slowly rose into the air. Pulling them in a little she moved toward a branch, took off her shoes and placed them on it, and hung her pants nearby. She said a distinguishing feature of superheroes was that they didn't wear any. Then she was off, into the sky. Her white shirt billowed and her black hair streamed out behind, held in place by the goggles. Mountains were all around us, but soon she was above them. We could see them disappearing behind each other into the distance. I asked what now? She said nothing. She just wanted to fly around some. So she did. She couldn't accelerate very fast, and the wind bothered her if she picked too much speed, so she just soared, banking slightly as she turned from side to side. She held her wings out and her arms back. If anyone did notice her they must have thought she was a bird.

When I tired to get her up the next morning she said no, please, just five more minutes. I told her she had a bus to catch and pushed her out of bed. At the station I asked her to come back and visit me. She thanked me and kissed me again and said she would. And next time she would fly. Meanwhile, other stuff was happening.

A. I met someone at my food and beer meetup.

B. I arranged to meet someone for pancakes.


26 Key

So I left a note and a spare key. I found her waiting for me when I got home. She said dinner was almost ready. We were having macaroni and cheese with broccoli and carrots in it. A little later we sat down and ate. It was good. She had used rotini and ginger. I had noted her tablet and Sennheiser earphones and said I hoped she hadn't been watching movies and videos all day. She said no. She had followed my suggestions and walked around downtown and the park. There were a lot of art galleries and small funky shops. I said yeah, downtown was mostly for tourists or entertainment. It could be fun, but sometimes I felt like I was living in a theme park. The real stores were in strip malls outside of town. She said a lot of mid sized cities were the same way. The larger ones had people living in them, and the smaller ones had nothing except a few shops for people without cars.

When we were sitting on the sofa again, I asked if she had thought about what she wanted to do? It was a hot day and just us, so we had shed our pants. I had never much liked wearing them if I didn't have to. She said she had, but she hadn't come up with any ideas. I asked what her ability was? She said she didn't have one. She had just picked up some stuff from other people. I said okay. Like what? She said reading minds, moving objects, far seeing, talking to animals and plants, even sensing the future. But she couldn't do any of it very well. I said I knew the feeling, and asked her which of them she would like to do? She said she didn't want to do any of them, she wanted to be normal. Since that didn't seem to be an option, I asked her what she'd like to do if she could do anything at all? She thought about it and said there wasn't anything. I said how about being strong or moving fast? She said it might be fun but wouldn't gain her much. Nobody could be the Hulk or the Flash. I said that was true. That kind of power was beyond what even machines could do. But was there some other super power she liked? She said she had no interest in being able to beat people up. I waited. She said she wanted to fly.

A. I said I didn't know if that was possible.

B. I said I would help her learn how.


22 Staying

I insisted she stay here. I only had one bed, but it was plenty big enough for two people, and I wouldn't try anything funny unless she wanted me to. She said I was married. I said yes I was. But Ethan was staying out late. If he came in later, he could sleep on the sofa. He had done it before, and he liked having another girl stay over. She said she would sleep there. I said no. Ethan was a good person, but leaving out bait was a bad idea. If he raped her it would be his fault, not hers, but it was better not to get raped. The bedroom door had a sturdy sliding bolt, as did the bathroom. If she felt sorry for him, she could come out in her pajamas tomorrow. She said she didn't have any pajamas. I said that was okay too, or she could wear his. She said she would compromise and go out in her white shirt and blue bikini panties. I said he would want her to stay a few more days. She said she might. Was he good in bed? I said very.

I put on Night Dreamer by Wayne Shorter. I wasn't going to rape her, but seduction wasn't out of the question. She was slightly tall and her black hair had a blue sheen to it. She wore small wire frame glasses, had normal size breasts she seemed to think were too big, and was pretty but wouldn't stand out unless she wasn't wearing pants. My eyes are a variegated brown, my breasts are not overly large, and my legs are okay. I do have some muscle.

She moved her backpack into the bedroom, I cleaned up the kitchen, and we got ready for bed. I'm not sure what she would have done if I hadn't been parading around naked, but after I got into bed and she hesitated a bit, she stripped off her underwear and joined me. I asked if I could kiss her? She said okay. So I did, but just barely. I could see she wasn't ready. I gave her a moment then asked if she wanted to do anything more? She said um, she had never done anything with a girl. I asked if she had ever thought about it? She said no, not really. Well, one of her friends was really pretty. She wished she could spend more time with her. Not to have sex. I said what if her friend wanted to have sex with her? She said oh. She wasn't sure. Maybe a little kissing would be okay. Girls could kiss, couldn't they? I said she was asking the wrong person. I liked kissing girls. A minute went by. Then she said she liked kissing boys. Was kissing a girl the same thing? So I showed her. She gave it a fair chance and seemed to decide it was close enough. She was good.

A. I asked if she would suck on my breast?

B. I ran my hand down over her hip.


06 Idiot

I said he was just some idiot with too much time on his hands. He said he couldn't disagree with me. Would I like to out with him sometime? I wasn't too surprised. I had been wondering if he would ask me out and was glad he did. It meant I was right. If he was willing to risk my saying no, then he wasn't too much of a threat. But I wasn't sure how I felt about him yet. I asked how did I know it was safe? He said I couldn't unless I tried it. I said okay, then I would. He asked how did he know it was safe? I said he didn't. He had better be prepared. But instead of going out, if he had a decent kitchen I could cook him dinner. He said he would like that. We decided to meet at the grocery store.

I emailed him and asked what he would like. He replied that he didn't object to any of the food he had seen me buying. He would leave it up to me. So I found out what he had on hand and brought a few things from home that I would need. At the store we picked up a nice piece of fish, some potatoes and onions, and fresh broccoli. A couple people that sometimes talked to me seemed surprised to see us together but didn't say anything. At his apartment he picked out a kabinett for us to start on while I cooked. I prepared the potatoes, did stuff with lemon and herbs, put things in the oven, and steamed the vegetable. We had killed half the bottle by the time everything was ready. It was good food if not terribly fancy. I don't know how unusual it was. We talked about food, church politics, and the local culinary scene as we ate. When he asked if he should open another bottle of wine, I said no. Afterwards he put on All Morning Long by Red Garland. And then as we sat on the sofa, he kissed me. Our tongues flirted, and I gnawed on his lip a bit. I felt his hands on my back and thigh, and my breast pressed against his side.

A. I decided this was enough.

B. I decided I wanted more.


02 Lily

My name is Lily. I was Thom's first girlfriend. Until he got some perverted ideas and I had to stop having sex with him. I warned him. But after he said that it was unforgivable. People are weak. They make mistakes all the time. If they admit those mistakes they will be forgiven. When Thom said he didn't think sex was wrong, it meant he would never be forgiven for the sin we committed. I couldn't do that to him. Perhaps the fact that I withdrew my consent for all our previous sex would make him think it had been wrong. I hoped so. He did seem sorry that he hadn't told me what he thought before we started. We kept track of each other through our mind link after he moved away and we got on with our lives.

I went to the grocery store once or twice a week, often on the same nights, so I usually saw some of the same people. After a while I noticed the same person there both nights. I didn't think too much of it. Maybe he had nothing better to do than shop for food. In most cultures throughout history, this much food in one place and being able to buy anything you wanted would have been considered heaven. After that I noticed him in church. Okay, there were a lot of churches around, but going to the same one I did wasn't strange. I started going to the early service. So did he. I switched back and forth at random. He was still usually in a pew behind me somewhere. I talked to him during coffee hour. His name was Beau and he seemed normal enough. I learned he lived alone and did freelance programming for different companies, either in an office or at home.

He had also started showing up in the restaurants where my food and beer group met. Always with a girl, but not always the same one. We would nod to each other, and one time he introduced me to his companion. He could find out where our group was meeting online even though membership was restricted to girls only, but I finally decided it was too much. I confronted him in the parking lot of the grocery store.

A. I asked if he was stalking me?

B. I asked why he kept showing up at the same places I did?


03 Stalking

I asked if he was stalking me? He said he didn't have to. He had hacked the GPS on my phone. He always knew where I was. I said I didn't know my phone had GPS. He said yeah. It was turned on by default but nobody else could use it unless I let them. Except the government and him. He said carrying around a device that tracks your every move and not excepting anyone to look was stupid. I had to agree with him.

But wasn't it illegal for him to track me like that? He said only if someone found out. I said duh. He had just told me. He said only after deciding I didn't mind. I said he couldn't decide that. He said I had acted friendly after I figured out what he was doing. I talked to him at church and acknowledged him in restaurants and the grocery store. I said there was that. But he should be more careful about his extreme behavior. He could get in trouble. He said being careful was good. What about me? Had it been careful to start talking to him? And to confront him alone in a parking lot? I asked if he was worried about me? He said only a little. He thought I could take care of myself.

He was sorry if he had caused me any concern. He asked if I would like him to disable the GPS on my phone? I asked if I was supposed to trust him to do that? He said only if I wanted to. I said don't bother. I didn't really care if anyone knew where I was. He said what about him?

A. I said I was going to have sex with him.

B. I said he was just some idiot with too much time on his hands.


04 Showing Up

I asked why he showing kept up at the same places I did? He said did he? I said he seemed to. He said maybe I was following him. He usually arrived at the places where we ran into each other before I did. I thought about that. He was right. He was often at the supermarket, church service, or restaurant before I was. At least I seldom saw him come in. I said that might be true, but I wasn't trying to follow him. Would he please explain to me what was going on? He said it was just a game he started out playing mostly with himself. He thought I looked interesting. When I didn't seem to mind after I noticed, he had decided to include me in the game and see what happened.

I asked how he had found my church? He said partly by luck. He attended different services at nearby churches until he found me. I asked how he found my food and beer group? He said after he learned my name at church he had googled me and found my meetup group. I said interesting how? He said I ate some unusual food for this area, seemed to have a no nonsense attitude, and was quite attractive. He liked the way I dressed and moved. I asked if I was supposed to be flattered? He said no, I knew it was all true. I was attentive and saw things as they are. Like a blue guitar. I said things as they are are changed upon the blue guitar. And it wasn't hard to be more perceptive than most people. He asked if I wanted him to stop what he was doing? I said he didn't need to. He looked at me and waited.

A. I said I was going to have sex with him.

B. I said he was just some idiot with too much time on his hands.


20 Dealing

I said I would help her deal with it. A few minutes later Clara and I found ourselves back in my apartment and still sitting on the sofa. I asked how she was doing? She said the voices were still there but she felt less scared of them. I said that was a good start, and asked if she was hungry? She said she could eat something, so we fixed some cheese omelets and toast with jam. When we were sitting back down with our Green Man IPAs, I asked if she could pick out any individual voices from those she heard? She said it was mostly just a weight of sound with words and groups of words mixed in. Could she, instead of trying to push it away, follow some of the words and see where they went? I would be there with her. She agreed to try. I took her hands again. This time there was no sensation on space, there was just sound. Except if wasn't really sound, it was thoughts and images over which we had no control. It was a weird feeling, as if the thoughts were thinking us instead of us thinking them. It would be very easy to got lost, and I could understand her fear. She waited for some words and followed them a little way, but other words got in the way. We tried to follow different groups of words but it was no use. We always lost them. Finally she called out wait, come back! They stopped. Someone said Clara? She said yes, it was her. He said it was him, Hayden. He hadn't seen her for a while. She said she had been afraid to come back ever since that day. She had tried to get away from the voices but couldn't, so she got some help. He said St Rose. I said yes.

He admitted it could be confusing. There were an awful lot of them. But it was how they had made it through. Together. If it was too much for her, then once she accepted the situation, she could let them be just static in the back of her head with some stray ideas seeping through. It wasn't much different from what normal people dealt with. Everyone had to deal with other people. They were always there even when you were alone. If she wanted to come back they would love to have her. Each person added an entire universe to what they were. It made the internet look like smoke signals. She asked if it was really possible to get away? He said yes. There were hundreds of people lurking out there who never said anything. It was up to her. She thanked him and said she would think about what she wanted to do. Then we were back.

A. I insisted she stay here.

B. She said she had a room.


19 Others

I could help her reconnect with the others. I understood. I had voices in my own head. Had there been someone she cared about and trusted? Someone it would be easier to talk to? She said Glynis had been her friend. She missed her and wanted to see her again. But were so many voices. I took her hands and said I would help her. I told her to close her eyes, take a deep breath, and tell me when she was ready. When she hadn't said anything after a minute, I told her to find a peaceful place, somewhere she felt safe, and tell me about it. After another moment she said she was sitting at the edge of a large still pond with pine trees and oak trees on the hills around it. They murmured in a gentle breeze. No water flowed either in or out. I told her to relax and breathe slowly, and tell me when she was ready. She did. I said I was still with her. We were here together. I saw the pond and the trees and the hills take shape around me. I was still holding her hands. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. We were both sitting naked in the herbage. A quick mental check showed she had gotten my body right except I had no fillings or scars. I told her to reach out and find Glynis, and ask her to join us here. A girl with long brown hair and no clothes was sitting facing us. She told Clara she was glad to see her. She had missed her. She called me St Rose and thanked me.

I asked her if she would help us? She said yes, of course. Clara told us about the new life she had built for herself. Glynis said she was glad she was doing well. She and some the others had taken over the project. They were able to collect much more information than before but were selective about what they passed on. Some of the staff had stayed and were happy with the change in management. She wouldn't ask Clara to work with them, but could she rejoin the link? Things were different now. Their awareness acted as a source of energy for them. Clara said she would try.

A. I said I would help her deal with it.

B. I said we could make it into something good.


18 Fears

I could help her get over her fears, and get beyond her bad memories of the project. She said what about the ghosts? I said ghosts? She said those who had failed to develop psychic powers had been killed, but some of them were still there. I said I hadn't known about that. Could she explain? She said she had seen and felt their deaths through the psychic link that all of them shared, but they still existed within that link even though they no longer had physical bodies. I asked how could they be part of the link if they had no abilities? She said she didn't know. They had just appeared there at some point during their conditioning. I said maybe they developed abilities that the staff didn't know about. She said that was possible. None of staff were very bright and they had been looking for specific things. They never found out about the link.

I asked if I could meet one of the ghosts? She said probably. I was already part of the link. I guess I should have been surprised. I hadn't known I was in the link, but there was so much about the mind that I didn't know that I had given up at being surprised. I said first, would she show me the link? And there it was. It was a vague dark space something like the networks of links that Thom could set up. But there was something else, a sense of history. Because this link never went away, there were memories embedded in it like the ones in my own head. That didn't surprise me either. When I thought about it, I could now see that the link Thom and Lily and I shared contained its own memories. But this link was on an altogether different scale. As I said, it contained thousands of people and I knew them all.

I said okay, could she show me a ghost now? And there was Fagin, someone who had always been there whom I had never met. I could feel Clara trembling in my mind. I was picking up some of her fear but set it aside. I told Fagin I was sorry for not noticing him before. He seemed a normal enough boy, and said it was okay. He had already been dead so he wasn't one of the ones I saved. I said I should have been here sooner. He said I hadn't known anything about it until I showed up to help at the last minute. He told Clara he was sorry for what had been done to her. She said it was the same as what happened to everyone. She was sorry she had run away. She could see things were different here now and was ready to come back.

A. I said I would help her deal with it.

B. I said we could make it into something good.


17 Rose

My name is Rose. I was Thom's second girlfriend. After Thom moved away things got less interesting, until we destroyed the world. Then we had to take care of the refugees.

Someone knocked on my door. I could tell it was Clara, one of the people we had saved from the project. There were thousands, but after what happened I would never forget any of them. I opened the door and asked her to come in. When I turned back from closing it, she fell to her knees and put her face on the floor. She called me St Rose and said she was partitioning me for intervention. She said that I was one to the One Hundred Forty Four Warriors who had redeemed her from Hell, I had a direct connection to St Thom of the Fire, and I was a personal friend of the Dark Lady herself. Saying Jinx was my friend might have been going too far. Or it might not. She was part of Thom's circle, so I did know a great deal about her. I told Clara to lift up her face and rise. I put my hand on her head and prayed. Lord, here is a poor wandering soul. Grant her your blessing and guidance. Give me the strength to know and to do your will. In your most holy Name, amen.

I asked her to sit down and put on some water for tea. I sat next to her on the sofa and said I would always love her and care for her. It was my responsibility to help her whenever there was need. What was the problem? She took my hand and thanked me. She said after I had freed her, she had left the project and tried to make it on her own. She had found a job and a place to live. She had made some friends. She had told herself things would be okay. But they weren't. The torture and abuse she had suffered had broken her mind apart and given her psychic powers. The unconscious link those powers created with the other victims had enabled her to survive. They had supported each other and made it through. Then I had saved her and healed her mind. She would always be grateful. But the link she had with the others was still there, she could hear their voices in her head. Please, would I make them go away?

Our tea was ready, so I poured a cup and offered it to her. I took a sip of mine and said I was sorry. I would if I could, but the link was now a part of who she was. I could no more sever it than I could sever mine with Thom. I felt her gasp as if I had just said something blasphemous. I told her not to lose hope.

A. I could help her get over her fears.

B. I could help her reconnect with the others.


33 Choice

I said she should choose. So when I picked her up she directed me to a kitchen and bar downtown. I was only a little surprised. It was the place where she and I had first met. She had the turkey panini with sweet potato fries and I had the catfish reuben with waffle fries. We ate at a table on the patio, which was really part of the sidewalk. She wore a loose fitting yellow and green flower print dress. I thought it looked good on her. We started out talking about the same stuff we did at the meetup, then she said she had worked as a waitress at a place like this. I said I wouldn't have guessed that. She said she wouldn't have either. She wasn't as friendly as the other girls and didn't do as well on tips, but she took the orders and got customers their food quickly and efficiently. She tried to pay attention and not interrupt them more than she needed to. I said that sounded like her. She said really? I said yes. She went along with the flow of things and helped when she could without people noticing what she was doing. She said it was easier than making a fuss, and gratitude was overrated. We watched people on the sidewalk going by between the tables while we sipped our Shiva IPAs.

When I drove her home she asked if I would like to come up to her apartment? I said yes. It was a fairly small space in an old brick building but looked comfortable. There was a begonia by a large window and a picture of some palm trees on the wall. I asked about her small antique desk. She said it was a fliptop desk and showed me how it worked. It was like a rolltop except it had a flat piece of wood that pivoted up out of the way on two brackets instead of rolling. I had never seen one before and was fascinated. Her laptop occupied most of the writing surface and the pigeon holes held various objects.

A. She asked me if I would like some tea?

B. She asked me if I would have sex with her?


37 Nothing

I reached down and felt the smoothness between her legs. She fit perfectly into my hand. I looked into her eyes. Her face was expressionless. I asked her what she wanted? She said me. So I imagined I saw longing and kissed her. I watched her eyes close and felt her sucking on me. My palm started rubbing against her sex through her panties. It started to move within my hand. My curled fingers nudged her lower down. Her dampness increased. I sat up to take off her panties, and she lifted herself so I could. She took off the rest of her clothes, and we kissed as we lay back down. My mouth traveled down her body and buried itself between her legs. Her knees rose higher. I felt my mouth gently sucking on her clitoris, my finger probing into her vagina. I kept going. She started a long slow dance with my nose buried in her soft white hair. It went on and on. She moaned softly. My hands framed her very expressive pelvis. My tongue tasted her juices. My lips danced with her. Her breath added itself to her moans. She came in a beautiful series of soft slow swells that tapered off to a gentle lapping against my being. I felt myself blessed.

I moved up as she moved down. We paused in the middle to kiss for a while, then continued on and rotated into position. Now I wasn't sure who was doing what to whom. Time had folded in on itself in a lazy spiral. At some point we paused again as we switched places, this time for one of us to suckle on the others breasts, then for the other to suckle on those of the first, before continuing on to our goal. Finally one of us came for the last time that night, and one of us climbed up to be her arms. I think we traded places more than three times but I'm not sure. There wasn't anyone to keep score. And there didn't seem to be anyone left to turn off the light.

A. I thought about how much I loved her.

B. I thought about Gender.


38 Something

I reached down and felt the erection between her legs. I had known what to expect. Still, it is a little disorienting to reach into a girl's panties and find a penis. I don't remember it ever happening before. I asked her what she would like me to do now? I knew what to do with a penis, and I knew what to do with a girl, but this was a new situation for me. She said I should do whatever I wanted. She was sure she would enjoy it no matter what it was. Within reason. I stroked it idly and said well, if I were going to do something I would love to suck on it, but if she wanted to stick it inside me that would be even better. She said she would, she would. And then she started crying. I held her and rocked her. It was hard to remember I wasn't comforting a child. She said that was, was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. I said I was glad I could make her happy, while hoping her life hadn't been as rough as I was imagining it. She wiped her nose and said she would like to put it in me. She really liked sex. Since she didn't have a vagina, and wasn't enough of a lesbian to be satisfied with just oral sex, that was all she could do. It was the closest she could come to feeling like she had a vagina of her own with a penis in it.

She took off her clothes. I said if she got on top, I could pretend it was me shoving it into her. Her eyes got big and she said really? I said yes, no problem. She got out a condom, I sucked on her erection a little because it was there, and she unrolled it over herself. Her penis was about average but looked bigger than it was. Then I told her to just lie back and let me sink this thing all the way into her. God she was so wet I could hardly stand it. She said do it, right now, she couldn't wait any longer. Uh. Oh. Yes, that's it. Harder. She was going to come already. Uh, uh. No, don't stop. Make her come again. Oh, that's so good. I said damn she felt good. I didn't know how long I could hold out. She said not yet, not yet. I really didn't know how long I could hold out. I don't know how boys do it. Should I try to fake not having an orgasm? I didn't think I could right now. I didn't know how many she could actually have, but one didn't seem to slow her down any. She was just as hard and excited as before. I clamped my pee muscles and decided to hold on as long as I could. She kept going fast, trying to force herself into another orgasm. Beads of sweat broke out all over my body. After another couple minutes I said I needed to slow down. After a moment she tapered off to slow powerful strokes. I wasn't sure if that was any better. I was still so close I couldn't stand it. I finally said I couldn't help it. I had to come. I had to come now! And I did. Hard. If I had really been a boy I would have filled her with so much cum she would have exploded. She cried out yes, yes, give it to her! Give her everything I had! And I felt her unload a second time deep inside of me.

A. I thought about how much I loved her.

B. I thought about gender.


54 Atlantis 2

I asked him to tell me about Atlantis. He said he could show me. He could read minds, and memories from before Atlantis sank had been passed down to him. He could share them with me if I wanted. I asked Thom about it over our link. He said Asa seemed to be telling the truth. His mind was open, he could look further. I asked Asa if he would allow us into his mind? He agreed. Thom looked around. I checked hiding places Thom didn't know about. There was nothing more unexpected than usual. He did have more memories than anyone I had ever seen, but it didn't seem to be four thousand years worth. We came back and Thom left, as much as he ever did. I asked Asa about his memories. He said he could remember the first seventeen years of his life clearly, except for the first few months, and the last fifty or so. The rest was just fragments, mostly people who were important to him, events that changed his life, and places where he had spent a great deal of time. Keeping too many memories would limit or destroy his ability to adapt and change. A long life had trade offs. I asked him to please go ahead. Show me Atlantis. So he did.

I still have all the memories he gave me, but seeing them for the first time was breathtaking and heartbreaking. Such a beautiful and wondrous world. So much pride and stupidity and greed. Not unlike our own. It had lasted for thousands of years, and then they had lost it all. There are no words.

I asked him about my father. He had seemed human. For that matter, so did he. Asa said he had given up his rings when he married my mother and tried very hard to appear human. The few times I had noticed something my memories had been edited. But he had preserved them for me. I could have them back whenever I wanted. I said I'd like to wait a few minutes. I was still trying to cope with what he had shown me. He held up his hand and spread his fingers. Humans have a small amount of webbing which most of us don't even notice. His extended up to the second knuckle from the top. The ones on his toes went to the ends. He asked me to look closely at his eyes. He blinked them. Sideways. He had a nictitating membrane like a cat, except his was transparent. It cleared his eye and protected it underwater, and he had a reflective membrane behind his retina, again like a cat. He could slow his heart, reroute his blood, and hold his breath for 25 to 30 minutes. He had twice as much hemoglobin and myoglobin in his blood and muscles to store extra oxygen, and an extended focal range to see clearly underwater. He returned my memories and said he had something else. He got a ring from his dresser and handed it to me. It was hematite. He said since my mind had already awakened I should be able to use it. I would have to find out for myself what powers I could use. I put it on my finger and kissed him again. He was awfully sexy for a great uncle.

A. I told him I was staying with him tonight.

B. A little later he drove me to my car.


54 Baths

He said we used to take baths together. It was our baths that had inspired him to become a diver. I said that sounded a little far fetched. He said it had at least started him thinking in that direction, wondering what was down there under the surface of the water. I said I would have let him find out. It was only fair. I had liked playing with his penis and been fascinated by how I could make it grow. It seemed like magic. He said he hadn't thought to to ask. There wasn't anything obvious to hold onto. I said maybe it was just as well. I didn't know what was down there either, and we got into enough trouble as it was. He said that was true. I said I was sorry I couldn't share the blame. It had been mostly my fault. He said it didn't matter. My being punished wouldn't have made him feel any better. And anyway, it was worth it. He enjoyed the memory almost as much as my original manipulations. I thanked him but said I wasn't sure if I should be insulted. He said he hoped not. At least neither of our mothers had thought it was worth the trouble to start bathing us separately.

He said he was sorry when we couldn't play together any more. He had always liked me and developed a crush when he got older. I said I knew but had outgrown mine on him by the time he did. I was hanging out with the bad girls and he was with the smart boys. I had thought they were afraid of sex. He said my friend and I used to spend time with Thom. He was smart and hadn't seemed too afraid of girls. What had happened with that? I said I still heard from him from time to time. He had moved north and was doing well. He was more or less married now. Asa said he was glad to hear it. And I had been afraid of my friends too. There was the time I hadn't wanted to go trick or treating with them, so they had handcuffed me to a small flatbed dolly and pushed me around with them. I was terrified but had pretended it was a joke. I said no one else had known that. How had he? He said he wasn't sure, there was something about my eyes when I was truly afraid. So I said that was why he was the only person who had ever known when to stop teasing me? At least up until then, just before he and his family had moved away. He said yes.

He admitted that he had been fearful of girls, mostly because of the way they treated boys like him. Neither of us knew any better back then. I agreed and said we were both victims of our hormones. But I was going to start fixing that. I was going to have fantastic sex with him next time, so he should work hard and build up lots of sperm. It would be like before but not exactly. He said he looked forward to it and would do his best.

A. I told him I was staying with him tonight.

B. A little later he drove me to my car.


53 Childhood Friend

He said he was my childhood friend. We had been born a month apart and lived close to each other, so our mothers had a mutual nursing and babysitting arrangement. We had often played together. I asked why I didn't recognize him? He said it was a long time ago. He had grown and changed since then. He had worked out and gotten tan. His accent had changed some since he moved away. And his mother had been afraid people would mispronounce Asa, so she had insisted they call him by his middle name. John. I looked at him more closely. I poked him to see if he was real. He seemed to be. He said stop that, just like he always did. Then I hugged him and said it had been so long. Why hadn't I heard from him? He said I knew that. I said yeah, I did. We had drifted apart during grade school. I was a girl and he was a boy and we had no longer needed babysitters. We had different friends during middle and high school. I asked what he had been doing, and we filled each other in on our lives since he'd left. He had more or less kept track of me and had found my profile online.

I asked him about the rings. He said was given them and shown their use. That was all he was allowed to say about how he got them. He could only tell me that much because I already knew about such things. I could see how slowly he aged, but he didn't know how long he would live. He could move ten to twenty pound objects at distances of up to eighteen feet. He could read surface thoughts and see more deeply if someone deliberately opened their mind to him. He said there were more crystals with different powers, but he was only able use these three. All those who used special powers acted as guardians in some way or another. Otherwise they lost their ability.

I tried to remember what we had done together. We had been like twins, but I hadn't thought of him for a long time. He told me about some of our games and fights and teasing. I said I had won more often. He said he had sometimes let me. I said right. He said we had been nursed until we were three and he remembered our mothers milk tasting different. I thought about it and found that the memory was there. I remembered sucking on my mother's nipple and her warm milk flowing into my mouth. And I remembered my other mother suckling me. I said I thought they tasted about the same.

A. He said we used to take baths together.

B. I asked him to tell me about the crystals.


49 Beach

He asked if I wanted to go to the beach? I said we were a long way from the ocean. He said we could go over the mountain to the lake. I said I would love to. So a few days later he picked me up and we drove down. There were several families and some couples on the sand. We laid out our towels and swam a little in a roped off area wasn't very big. There were power boats coming and going at the nearby dock so we weren't allowed outside it. He was medium height and wiry, with dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin. I got the idea he was stronger then he looked, and he was of course a very good swimmer. We spread some lotion and lay in the sun for a while. He said he liked my blue and white bikini. I liked the way I hung out of it and said his trunks didn't show very much. The baggy suit covered him from his waist to his shins. He said he knew. It was that or a speedo. I said good choice. He asked if I was hungry yet? I said soon.

We ate some nice chicken salad, tomato and sunflower sprout sandwiches. Then he pulled a small round watermelon out of an igloo cooler it shouldn't have fit into and asked if I would break it open? He offered me a straight wooden rolling pin and said I was supposed be blindfolded. I said I preferred to see what I was doing and would need something more substantial. Did he have a baseball bat? He said ah. He would go to plan B. He took out his dragonfly knife and cut all the way around the melon. Then he hit it once and broke it almost perfectly in half on the plate. I said that was a neat trick, but I still couldn't eat it. He said hm. He gave me one half to hold and attacked the other with his knife and less spectacular results. I traded pieces and said thank you. He said I was welcome. It was seedless, so all we ended up with was the rind and sticky mouths. I offered to clean his. He accepted, and we did a credible job on each other in spite of a few stares. It seemed like a perfect day at the beach.

He invited me up to his room when we got back and put on Words of the Angel by Trio Medieval. Their voices were beautiful and ethereal. It was a small room with a kitchen, bed and sofa. We sat and kissed. I sucked on his lips and he sucked on mine. Not as tasty as our watermelon kisses but just as nice. Our hands roamed a bit. After a while I paused and said this was the part where we were supposed to have sex. We looked at each other.

A. He said he liked me but wanted to wait a little longer.

B. I said I wasn't sure how I felt about him.


50 Waiting

He said he liked me but wanted to wait a little longer. I looked at him for another moment. Then I said okay, that was probably a good idea. However. He would need to take care of himself after I left, so how about if I just did it for him? It didn't have to mean anything. He said um. I said it was up to him. But of course it was a trick. His window of opportunity was four seconds. After that he wouldn't be able to say no. It was a long four seconds. I didn't cheat. I just sat there and waited. After it was up, I gave him another four. Then I reached down and stroked his erection through his pants. I asked him if he would give me the courtesy of a yes? He said yes, of course I was right. He just wasn't used to dealing with someone so sensible. Would I please go ahead and do whatever I thought was best? I realized I didn't have much time. If I waited any longer he was going to come in his shorts. So I undid his belt and pants, pulled down the front of his briefs, carefully extracted his penis, lowered my mouth over it, and waited for his excitement to subside to a more reasonable level. La la la. Here we are waiting. I stroked the base of his penis gently with some fingers. I played with his balls with others. I considered switching hands so I could pull his briefs open farther, but decided not to risk it. I started moving my mouth, sucking harder, and stroking more firmly. He seemed to have relaxed some. Several minutes later his excitement built up again and I felt him explode into the back of my mouth. He grunted a few times as I worked to swallow all of his cum. Then he was done.

He offered to return the favor but I declined. It wouldn't be waiting if both of us came. He said that was true. I climbed up and kissed him some more. His hand wandered up to my breast. Would it still count as waiting if I made him come a second time? Probably not. I was thinking I better say good night before I changed my mind about his taking care of me, when he said something from out of left field.

A. He said he was from Atlantis.

B. He said he was my childhood friend.


34 Thought

I said I would think about it. I didn't really. I took her to the Thai restaurant that I liked to use for first dates. It was good and made keeping track of them easier. I ordered vegetable pad thai and she had chicken curry. She was wearing a flower print dress in different shades of blue that was a little shorter than usual. It wasn't especially flattering but I liked how she looked in it. We talked about the same stuff we did at the meetup for a minute, then I asked her why she didn't let more people in on her jokes? She said she did. A lot of people were able to understand them, they just didn't bother. Thinking is work. She was making the effort to say something, people who didn't make an effort to hear didn't interest her. I said I could respect that. She asked if I believed in ghosts? I said what did she mean by ghosts? She said spirits of the dead. I said I knew people had souls that survived death, and that people got lost, so I thought there must be departed souls who got lost. But didn't know if I had ever met any, so I couldn't say. She said that was logical. What about aliens, time travelers and espers? I said I didn't know if I had ever met anyone from another planet. She asked if I was saying I had met the others? I said not in so many words, but yes, I had.

She asked if I could tell her about it? I said their secrets weren't mine to tell. Then I asked her to say something to me with her thoughts. She looked at me. I said louder. She kept looking. I said louder. She said she was thinking as loud as she could. Except she didn't use words. I said no she wasn't. Sharing thoughts wasn't so much an effort as it was a letting go. She was used to hiding her feelings and thoughts from others. Could she open herself up to me? She gave a small nod. I said the first fifty digits of pi, except she had rounded the last one up when she shouldn't have. She said humph, but smiled a little. I told her I liked her smile. Later on I tried to pay the check, but she said she got to since she had made the first move. So I asked preemptively if she would like to go out again? She said okay. When I drove to her home she said I should come up. So I did.

A. She asked me if I would like some tea?

B. She asked me if I would have sex with her?


35 Some Tea

She asked me if I would like some tea? I said yes, and looked at her books while she put the water on. They were all paperbacks. Many were in French, and several were by Jules Verne. She came up behind me and said she mostly read books from the library, but theirs were all in English. She pulled out a volume of Baudelaire.

Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
M�l�s de m�tal et d'agate.

Come, lovely cat, to my amorous heart;
Draw in your claws for me,
Let me fall into your beautiful eyes,
Storms of agate and metal.

Her voice changed dramatically from its usual monotone. It became musical. She didn't recite the poem, she performed it. I asked her about it. She said they weren't her own words. They were those of a great poet and deserved respect, even in translation. I had noticed a pair of fuzzy white handcuffs next to a book of de Sade and asked what those were for? She said decoration.

She put on Inner Urge by Joe Henderson. We sat on the sofa, and after we finished our tea, I kissed her. When she put her hand on my breast, I unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my bra. She gazed at my exposed breast in wonder. I felt a little strange. She lifted it up and put it in her mouth. When I unhooked my belt and unbuttoned my pants, she reached inside and started fingering me. Oh god. I knew I wasn't going to last very long. Then I came in a series of sharp rapid grunts. When I had recovered slightly, she led me into the bedroom and pulled back the covers. I finished undressing and lay down next to her. She still had her clothes on but her dress was hiked up to her crotch.

A. I reached down and felt the smoothness between her legs.

B. I reached down and felt the erection between her legs.


36 Dusty

She asked me if I would have sex with her? I said okay. She put on Savoy Masters by Charlie Parker, then took me by the sleeve and led me into her bedroom. I stood there as she undid my belt and pants and pulled them to the floor, then put my hand on the back of her desk chair and stepped out of each leg. She took off both my socks. She unbuttoned my shirt, then went around me and slid it off my shoulders and draped it over the chair. She undid my bra, came around front and took it off. She finished by sliding my panties down my legs and adding them the pile of clothes on the chair. She pulled the covers back and had me lie down. She took my left wrist and handcuffed it to the bed. The chain was two feet long and the other cuff had already been fastened. She knew I was left handed.

I said um, I didn't like this sort of thing. She said she thought I wouldn't. That was why she hadn't asked. It was the only way she could have sex. She had abandonment issues. I said oh. That was all. It seemed to be enough for her. She kept her clothes on and kissed me. I kissed her back and put my arm around her. Our tongues touched. She sucked on my lip. I stilled didn't like being chained up but thought I would wait and see how it went. I liked what she was doing. Maybe she would feel more secure later on in the relationship. She worked her way down my chin, neck and shoulder to my breast. She held it and looked at it for some time, then sucked the nipple into her mouth. She closed her eyes and a look of bliss came over her face. Her hand went to my other breast and squeezed it like a grapefruit, brushed the nipple, and wandered down to my crotch. I pulled up one knee. I felt her spread her outside fingers and stick the middle two into me. I gasped as they slithered around in my wetness. They came out and stroked me. My hips started pumping. Her mouth left my breast and kissed its way down my belly. She began sucking on me. One finger moved back inside and did wonderful things. I held on and enjoyed what she was doing to me. Then I came in a series of sharp rapid grunts. She held me there as long as she could. After I finished she moved back up and kissed me some more. Her legs had been around my thigh while she was working on my breast and her short dress was still hiked up to her crotch.

A. I reached down and felt the smoothness between her legs.

B. I reached down and felt the erection between her legs.


52 Atlantis

He said he was from Atlantis. I said the hotel or the casino? He said neither, the lost continent. It was located on the Bahama Banks during the last ice age. You can still see it on google earth if you know where to look. I said okay. He said he had ten rings altogether, each with a different crystal. Each crystal had a different set of powers, although different people were able to use those powers if different ways. Jade affected souls, karma, awareness and communication. Carnelian accessed quantum energy, space, connection, empathy and far seeing. Topaz manipulated time in different ways. Emerald moved more than bit of paper. Amethyst permitted awareness of and movement between different realities. He usually only wore two or three at a time so he wouldn't look strange or attract too much attention. His people had used the crystals to alter their genetics. They were no longer human. But they had also altered human genetics to create slaves. The power within the crystals protected itself. It had melted the ice sheets and flooded Atlantis. It hadn't happened overnight, but their civilization had not survived.

I suspended my disbelief and asked if the crystals were alive or intelligent? He said yes and no. The terms didn't really apply. And it was more as if they were protecting the earth and its creatures. The power within the crystals is extremely dangerous, so it will stop working if abused. In this case, since they had managed to keep the crystals working, a failsafe of last resort had been activated. Since they had greatly extended their life span, they had also lowered their fertility. Only the colony in the Indus Valley had been able to sustain itself. Their slaves in eastern Turkey and southern China had populated the earth, and also back bred with the surviving original humans in Africa. Modern humans did not evolve, his people had created them. I asked when all this happened? He said twelve thousand years ago, but he was only four thousand years old.

I asked why I should believe him? He asked if he was lying? I said he didn't seem to be, but I wasn't yet ready to trust my perceptions in this case. It would mean he was a time traveler. He said he understood. I asked why he was telling me this? He said ah. There were two reasons. One was that he just wanted to let me and my group know that he and his people were out there. We were starting to use abilities that had already destroyed the world at least once. He hoped we did better. I asked where his people were? He said around. A lot of them pretended to be Greek. I asked what the other reason was? He said my father was his sister's son. I was half Atlantean, which meant I would never be able to have children. Well, I hadn't planned to have any anytime soon, but it was still a shock. I decided to worry about it later. So I said I was an infertile hybrid? He said yes. I said a hybrid of what? He said Homo sapiens and Homo aquaticus. Since it was my mother who was human, I had mostly human characteristics.

A. I asked him to tell me about Atlantis.

B. I asked him to tell me about the crystals.


51 Unsure

I said I wasn't sure how I felt about him. He said he could understand that. We had practically just met. I said thank you. However, there was something he could do for me. If he didn't mind. He said what was that? I took his hand and placed it on my crotch. He didn't seem too surprised. I don't know whether he was a bastard or a quick study, or if there was a difference. While he was still trying to decide how to react, his hand started moving on its own. Which made the point moot. I went back to kissing him. At least I tried to. I had of course chosen the closest hand, so turning toward each other on the sofa had become awkward. After a few minutes we paused to reposition ourselves. I took advantage of the opportunity and undid my belt and pants. I could have taken them off, but I liked the feeling of a hand in my pants. And they might keep me from going further than I planned. I lay down on the bed and he squeezed in next to me. I held on to him and resumed our multi part kiss. His fingers went into my pants, under the front of my panties, across my belly, through my hair, between my open lips, down my slit, and into my vagina. They squished around inside. My opinion of him improved. When they figured out I was as ready as I could get, they came back out and started working on my clitoris. I tried to swallow his tongue but quickly realized it was futile. I relaxed some and enjoyed what he was doing. Before too long my excitement began to build, and then I felt myself explode and grunted a few times as he played me like a fiddle.

I said I was sorry I couldn't return the favor. I didn't trust myself right now. He said it was okay. He had enjoyed doing me. I kissed him again. He dipped into me once more before removing his fingers and sucking them. Then he wiped them on my underwear and moved them over others parts of me. It felt good. I realized I trusted him. Maybe I shouldn't have, because his next words surprised me.

A. He said he was from Atlantis.

B. He said he was my childhood friend.


00 xx

xx. To be continued.

A. xx

B. xx


55 Crystals

I asked him to tell me about the crystals. He said not all of them were crystal, some were mineral or rock. Citrine controlled heat energy. It could add heat to make things hot or remove it to make them cold. It took different amounts of time depending on the object's mass and specific heat. Ruby controlled electro magnetic energy. It could magnetize or demagnetize iron, nickel and other metals depending on their properties and worked faster than citrine, but couldn't move things around like emerald. It could create or disrupt electric circuits and static, but wasn't anywhere near precise enough to reprogram computers or manipulate data like quartz sometimes could. Lapis helped with speed, focus and clarity. It could help a person run, move or think faster, but could not slow them down. It could help a person focus on one or more tasks and think more clearly, but not directly affect intelligence. It could help calm a racing mind, help move through or around blocks, and help a mind going in circles think outside the box. It could eliminate fear and anger when they weren't needed. Quartz controlled knowledge, information, intelligence, wisdom and understanding. What it could do mostly depended on the person who was using it.

I asked if the crystals in the rings were somehow special? He said no. If a person's mind had been tuned to work with a particular type of crystal, then any such stone would do. Some might work better than others depending on where it came from and its chemical or physical makeup, and an individual stone could take some getting used to. I asked what he knew about what I could do? He said not too much, just what he had picked up from rumors and some of those I had helped. He knew there was a group that had freed a lot of people, but I was the only one he knew well enough to recognize. They were led by the Dark Lady and I was called St Rose. I said I wasn't a saint. He said he wasn't so sure but wouldn't argue the point. He knew I could see into other people's minds to some extent. I said seeing into my own was more useful. And I thought he knew enough. Other people were involved and their safety was an issue. He said he agreed.

A. I told him I was staying with him tonight.

B. A little later he drove me to my car.


39 Love

I thought about how much I loved her. I was surprised by the intensity of my feelings. I hadn't know her very long and this was the first time we'd had sex. I knew most of it was infatuation and wouldn't last. But damn it, I wasn't a teenager. I was a sensible adult who didn't still do things like this. I didn't try to analyze my love. That can't be done. But I did try to explore it. How did I love her? She was small and cute and vulnerable. Childlike in that way, though not in others. I wanted to take care of her. It must be my maternal instinct finally kicking in. Kids are okay, but I had never really wanted any of my own. I still didn't. But the thought of having someone to take care of was attractive. Someone who needed me in a way my husband never had.

I thought I would ask a friend about it. She was sleeping next to husband, but that was okay. We could talk to each other in our sleep if we weren't actively dreaming. So I activated our mind link and showed her what was going on and how I felt about it. Then she was in the room with us, sitting cross legged on the foot of the bed where Dusting and I were cuddling, and wearing no more clothes than either of us were. She didn't just suddenly appear. One moment she wasn't there, and the next she'd been there the whole time. That was how these things worked. I was dozing enough that I could enter the dreaming with her. I sat up and folded my arms on my knees. Since I was occupying the same space as my physical body, I let it vanish for now. I looked down at Dusty and smiled as I caressed her beautiful white hair. She murmured.

My friend agreed about my feelings. She said she didn't think it was anything to worry about. Maternal and romantic love were different, but love was love and no more subject to definition than god. As long as I respected Dusty's independence as an adult, she didn't see any problem with my also loving her as a child. At least to some extent. I said I was glad. I didn't want to give up any of what I was feeling right now. She also said I wasn't giving myself enough credit. It wasn't all new relationship energy and instinct. She could see the real love that was already developing between me and Dusty. I should look more closely. So I did. Besides the silver cord that connected me to my physical body, there was something else. I could see a faint pink glow that stretched between me and Dusty. It wasn't solid, like the cord that bound my friend and me, but it was definitely there. I told her I loved her. She said she knew and blinked out. One moment she was there, and the next she never had been. I lay back down and kissed Dusty again.

A. She asked me if I wanted to go to a jazz concert?

B. I asked her if she was going to the hot spring?


23 Room

She said she had a room for a couple days in a motel on the edge of town. I said I would drive her over. So a little later I did. It looked like a regular room with a small fridge and a view of the mountains. You could see the mountains from everywhere around here. I liked the view from the grocery store. After she closed the door behind us, she asked if she could kiss me? I said yes. I wasn't sure what she had intended, but I kissed her back and she seemed to like it. We stood there in the middle of the room for a long time. Then we took off our shoes and sat on the bed.

She said she had never kissed a girl before. Not like that. I asked if it felt different from a boy? She said not much. The hug did, but she was used to hugging girls. Not all of them were careful about how they touched. I asked if she wanted to try it again with less clothes? She stood up and took off her pants. So I took off my pants and shirt. She took off her button down shirt and bra. She had cute breasts that tended to move around, a light all over tan, deep blue eyes, and medium length dark hair. I thought she looked fine. She had nice legs. My breasts are not overly large and have dark nipples, my eyes are a variegated brown, and my legs are okay. I did have some muscle. I took off my bra and socks. It was a trick. She wasn't wearing socks so she had to take off her bikini panties. I felt a tingle. She didn't seem to shave or trim anything. I took mine off while she pulled back the covers, and we resumed what we had been doing earlier. It felt nicer this way.

I told her Ethan didn't mind when I stayed over with girls. I told him it was better than driving home drunk. He didn't believe my stories about what we did, but he liked them anyway. I tried to always put in some lies but sometimes forgot. She asked if I stayed over with a lot of girls? I said yes. I didn't get to see all of them nearly as much as I wanted to. She asked about boys. I said there had been a lot of them too. I didn't tell Ethan what I did with those. What about about her? She said she had been with some boys. She couldn't be with them nearly as much as she wanted to. Some didn't call her again. Some had girl friends. And she had to be careful not to cause too much talk. She could lose her job and make things difficult for her friends. I said I was sorry. It sounded like a typical small town. People believed in freedom to decide how other people should live. But I was glad we could be with each other now.

A. I asked if she would suck on my breast?

B. I ran my hand down over her hip.


24 Clara

I asked if she would suck on my breast? She said yes. It was something she had always wanted to try but had never dared. She moved down, looked at me for a moment, and gently latched on. She must have been breastfed until she was a least two. I was a little sorry I didn't have any milk for her, but she didn't seem to mind too much. I laid my head back and enjoyed what she was doing. After a while she climbed over me to reach my other breast. I scooted over some. When she moved up to kiss me some more, I reached down between her legs. She lifted her knee to admit me and was more than ready. I slowed down when she got close but soon let her have her orgasm. We lay cuddled together.

She said she had never seen a girl's parts. I said in that case she should look, and spread my legs for her. She hesitated, then moved down and kissed my belly. She combed my hair with her fingers and tugged at it a little. She said it was beautiful. She had thought she should shave hers. That was what boys and other girls told her. But she had put it off and now she wasn't going to. She moved around to look at me. I asked if I felt any different than she did, and felt her fingers moving over me. My lips, vagina and clitoris. She said it was hard to tell. It was weird to be able to see what she was doing, and to not feel her fingers on herself. She didn't think so. She said I smelled exciting and wonderful. Could she taste me? I said please. I felt her tongue on my wetness. I said she could keep going if she liked. She said she didn't know what to do. I said it was like a kiss except with more tongue and less interference. She should already know how to use her fingers down there. So I felt her lips sucking on mine, her breath in my vagina, her tongue playing with my clitoris. A long, strange, wet kiss that took my breath away. I answered what she was doing with movement of my own and caressed her hair. I came before too long but held her head where it was. When she figured out what I wanted she kept going, and I let her go.

When she moved up to kiss me some more, she put my hand back between her legs. I yearned to taste her but let my fingers work. She held on to my lips for as long as she could but finally had to let go and gasp out her orgasm, pumping her breath into my waiting mouth. We fell asleep holding each other. I had to work the next day.

A. So I left a note and a spare key.

B. But I decided to take the day off.


08 More

I decided I wanted more. After I let him feel me up for a bit, I reached down, undid his belt, opened his pants, and took his pulse. It was slightly elevated. After a few strokes I said I was ready and didn't have a lot of time. I was out of my slacks, shirt, bra and panties a few seconds later. I had lost my shoes and socks earlier. He wasn't a far behind. He pulled a condom from his pants pocket and a towel out of nowhere. A boy has a penis. All you can see on a girl is her hair, at least while she is standing up. I wasn't particularly hairy, but had never cut or shaved mine. I liked showing it off. I stood there and enjoyed his eyes drinking me in. As far as I could tell he hadn't cut or shaved his either. A couple seconds later he was deep inside me as our hair meshed together. I was very wet and loved the feeling of his penis sliding into me, and how it ground against my clitoris when it was all the way in. He would pull out a little, then push back in and do it again. I clenched my butt as I pushed back and ground myself against him.

I held back for a while, but before too long a felt my excitement building and gasped out my orgasm in time to our thrusts. He tried to speed up a little, but I said not yet. I had a little more time than I had led him to believe. Soon I felt my excitement moving again. This time I pushed it down a little. It hit as one long continuous orgasm. A boy can't hold onto his like that. I let him enjoy mine. I swelled to a peak that lasted several seconds, then receded for a while, then did it again. I wanted to see how long he would last. When he seemed to tire a bit but showed no signs of stopping, I waited a little longer then said okay, now. He just pushed a little harder, and before too much longer I felt him gasp and explode inside of me. When he was finished, we lay there panting with him on top of me. When moved to get off, I held onto him and kept him inside me. When he had recovered somewhat, I kissed him some more. His erection stayed firm.

He put his arms around me and kissed me again after he walked me to my car. I didn't care if anyone was watching what we were doing in the parking lot. I drove off without saying we should do this again. I didn't need to.

A. I wondered where all this was going.

B. I knew where all this was going.


07 Enough

I decided this was enough. At least for now. I said it was a nice night. Could we walk around a bit? It was getting dark, and we held hands as we walked along the sidewalk past houses with lighted windows. There were cars going by and one or two people walking dogs. Someone jogged past us. We reached the main road and walked along it until we got to a bar. We went in, got a drink and sat down, me with my back to the television. I looked at him. He was taller than me and a little older with sandy hair. A nice guy who didn't look like anything special. He moved well. That was important to me. I have black hair, a scatter of freckles across my cheeks, and dark olive and brown eyes. My breasts are big but not overly large, and I am fairly tall for a girl. My shirt and slacks were tight enough to show off what I had. He looked back up into my eyes. I asked if he saw anything he liked? He said yes, he did. I said good. There was something about his eyes. They were just brown, but there were black speckles in them that seem to swirl around. I said if I wasn't careful I could get lost in those eyes. He smiled a little but seemed unsure what to make of that. He said that was something else that was interesting about me. I was a mystery that he didn't want to understand. I said that was probably wise. One of us lost was enough.

We still held hands as we walked back through the streetlight. He kissed me again when we got to my car. My resolve didn't waver, but I sort of wished it would. He had called me a mystery. I didn't understand him either. I expected I would before long. I had never met anyone who could hide from me. I didn't say we should do this again. I didn't need to.

A. I wondered where all this was going.

B. I knew where all this was going.


11 Not Worrying

I decided not to worry about it. Beau invited me to go swimming at the public pool. It was nestled in the hills near the soccer fields and the other river. I got undressed in the changing room among the naked and partly naked girls and young boys. I always found looking at naked people exciting. Especially the girls who didn't shave. I lingered a bit putting my clothes in the locker and getting out my towel before putting on my swimsuit and joining Beau outside. The sun was warm and it was fairly crowded. We left our towels and swam a few laps, then got out and lay on them in the sun.

I admitted to him in a whisper that I had discreetly ogled the unshaved girls in the locker room. He asked me to point out which ones they were. So I did. They included the high school girl whose white bikini bottom wasn't quite as tiny as those of her two friends. The mother with two young children running around. And the busty brunette lying on her back on the concrete and her beach towel. He pointed out that I had two stray dark hairs showing over the top of my own bikini bottom. I said I already knew that and thanked him for noticing. My suit was a soft blue that showed off the off the tops and sides of my breasts, my nipples, and the mound between my legs without showing any of the slit or being too blatant about it. It also made my protruding hairs less obvious than those of the girl in the white bikini. Beau wore a baggy suit like all the other boys which hid everything he had unless got an erection. Which he did, although it wasn't too noticeable unless you were looking for it. I was probably supposed to hit him at this point in order to preserve my virtue but had no intention of doing so. He was looking at what was happening to my nipples. His thoughts weren't difficult to read. I said he should feel it from this side. And felt the whisper of his smile in my head. And realized that I was much more than naked to him right now.

I was good at shielding my own thoughts from others when I picked up theirs. Up until now it had seemed like wasted effort. But when Beau had broadcast his thoughts and I purposely read them, he had been able to feel my hardening nipples stretching out the fabric of my bikini top. I felt his penis between my legs while he was still way over there. I was more surprised than he was. I heard him say inside my head that he had known there was something strange about me, but he hadn't expected anything like this. I suppressed my reflexive urge to break the link. This was the first time I had created a mind link on my own and I didn't want to mess it up. We both let down our defenses and had a conversation which there is no way to describe with words. And I showed him what I had seen in the changing room. He said,

A. That was beautiful.

B. That was scary.


12 Being Careful

I realized that I needed to be careful. Beau invited me to one of the river parks. We walked down a paved path along river's edge to a small wooden bridge over a side stream. There were birch, oak and sycamore trees, and a dead butterfly bush. From the bridge we could see tiny fish moving around in the water. There was a dam a little way north, so unlike most of the river, the water here was deep and slow moving. The wind made ripples that moved upstream. We rounded the loop and walked back. Beau had brought avocado sandwiches with cheddar and onion, pasta salad, Greek beans, and date cookies with walnuts. He spread a beach towel one of the picnic tables, we sat down, and he handed me a paper plate. I asked if he had made the cookies himself? He admitted that he had. The secret ingredient was cardamom. They were yummy. Everything else was good too. When we were done we took the cooler back to the car and walked around some more. There was mistletoe high in some of the trees at the other end of the park.

I asked him for the real reason he had been following me. He was quiet for a few paces. Then he said it was because I could turn invisible. I said what? He said people I knew had sometimes stopped to talk to me in the grocery store. Some of them ran on a bit, but whenever I lost interest they would trail off, sometimes in mid sentence, and just walk away. He had checked. Everyone else had trouble getting away from these people. They would listen politely then make their excuse, but the person would just keep talking. I was the only one who didn't have this problem. We walked in silence for a while. I knew Thom turned invisible like that. It was inconvenient sometimes. I hadn't known I did the same thing, but when I thought about it I saw it was true. I thought they had finished while I was spaced out. I guess I had my own blind spots.

I said okay, I hadn't known I did that but he was right. What else? That wasn't enough to explain his actions. He said no, it wasn't. Girls liked him. He was charming and thoughtful and not bad looking. But they lost interest after they had sex with him. They stopped listening to him and just wanted him to do what they said. Then complained about it afterward when they changed their minds. He had started following me at random. People interested him, but he'd had to learn how to be invisible. When he saw what I could do, he had let me notice him and waited for me to lose interest. As long as he could still see me he would know I hadn't. He had been as boring as possible, just a figure in the background. I was still there. I even talked to him and acknowledged him. And that was why pursued me. Because as long as he could see me, he knew I would listen to him. I said,

A. That was beautiful.

B. That was scary.


28 Not Knowing

I said I didn't know if that was possible, but it didn't sound any more difficult than what other people did. I knew someone who could help. She couldn't fly on her own, but she could with the help of three other people. Clara said St Lisa of Emeralds. I asked how she knew? She said there were whispers and rumors in the link. She didn't know where they came from. That was one of them. Of how, with help of her partners, St Lisa would fly through the sky at night in the form of a giant bat. Lisa said it was true, but she didn't do it very often. It was a lot of work. I had asked Thom to see if she could join us, so one moment she hadn't been there and the next she had.

Lisa was a short Asian girl with a gymnast's body. She wore the two emerald studs that she was seldom without. She needed the gems to focus her lifting ability. I saw her in street clothes, Clara saw her in a diaphanous green gown. I asked Lisa if Clara could fly? Lisa asked Clara if she would share abilities? Clara said she would be honored. A green glow surrounded her as she rose halfway to the ceiling. She floated there in her pink panties, then gently drifted down to the sofa again. Lisa said she didn't know. Her own lifting was just that, she needed an anchor to the ground or some other object. The ability Clara had picked up was similar. Her energy was powerful, but not great enough to create the fifteen foot wings that she and Brain did, or give her the strength that Mike did, in order to support herself by pushing against the air. She would have to find another way. Could she cause an object to lift itself without pushing against anything else?

Lisa asked for a piece of paper. I found one for her. She tore off a small piece, crumpled it into a ball, and held it out on her palm. She asked Clara to use the ability they were sharing to lift it the way she already knew how. The ball of paper lifted up and darted all over the room before returning to Lisa's palm. She said good. She asked Clara to use her own ability to move the paper. Clara gasped. I looked at her. She said all the power and focus she had been sharing with Lisa had suddenly vanished. It had been a shock. She sat up and looked at the paper. It wobbled slightly. It rolled around on Lisa's palm. It rose unsteadily into the air and wobbled there. Lisa said very good. Relax and keep going. Clara's breathing slowed and deepened. Her eyes lost focus. The paper steadied, rose higher, and drifted around the room. Its speed increased, it bounced off the walls, ceiling and furniture, it slowed and moved in circles and spirals and figure eights. It darted around the room and returned to Lisa's palm. Lisa said very good. If Clara wanted to, she could be a better lifter than Lisa was. Now, could she cause the paper to lift itself without her mind touching it? The paper didn't move. The paper still didn't move. Clara said she didn't know how. Lisa said she didn't either. She was sorry she couldn't help her more. Clara would have to figure it out on her own. Then Lisa wasn't there. The paper drifted over to Clara and she put out her hand.

A. She sat there staring at the piece of paper.

B. She asked how was it possible for something to move?


32 Food and Beer

I met someone at my food and beer meetup. The group met every two weeks at different restaurants and made a point of sitting at usually two or three tables of not more than six people each. That was a good number for conversation and made it easier to get seated. Eating after the dinner rush and before the late night crowd helped too. We also tried to sit with different people each time. The group was small enough and met often enough that we still got to see our friends. It was girls only. Boys were too often looking for sex. So was I, but not one night stands. I sat next to Dusty the first time she showed up, mostly by chance. She was small, slim and flat chested. She had a low monotone voice and white hair. Not from age, that was its natural color. And she wasn't exactly shy but didn't talk much. Still, I soon learned how intelligent she was. Not everyone did. Her comments and jokes could go right by you if you weren't paying attention. I almost missed several and don't know how many I did before I caught on. When she smiled slightly after I caught her eye and gave a small nod to something no one else had noticed, I decided I was in love.

A couple months later she called and asked if I wanted to go out to dinner on one of our off weeks? I was surprised and pleased. I knew she liked me but thought I would have to work on her longer before I made my move. She seemed too shy and not interested in personal relationships. That shows how much I know. I said next week was good and asked if I could pick her up? She paused slightly, as if to say hadn't she just done that, and said that would be good. She asked where I wanted to go?

A. I said she should choose.

B. I said I would think about it.


16 Dragged

I dragged him into the bedroom. I sat on the bed and watched him get undressed, then stood up so he could pull back the covers and lay down. He propped his head on his elbow and looked at me. I looked back as I slid off my pants and underwear, then stood up and worked on unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. The tails were short enough not to hide anything. I took a little more time than I needed to and turned slightly one way and the other to show him what I had. I tried not to let him realized what I was up to, but he may have figured it out anyway. I finished, slid it off my shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. I reached behind myself, unfastened my bra, and let that go too. I stood there completely naked and told him to put on a condom, then lay down and pulled him into me. Yes, I finally had him where I wanted him. I was very wet.

We moved together slowly, sliding out a little, then pushing back in firmly. I put my hands on his butt and felt its muscles bunch like mine did each time we pressed ourselves together. We paused briefly like that and strained to push him further in, then continued our motion. After some unknown amount of time we sped up a little. My excitement started to build again. I held on to it, savoring it. Then I let it go. A couple minutes later I spasmed in a series of slow deliberate thrusts. God that felt wonderful. We kept going. When I felt his orgasm starting to get close, I pushed a little harder and gasped out mine. Then I watched his slowly approach. He shuddered and thrust as it hit him and sprayed his cum deep inside of me. It was heaven.

He and I continued getting together when we could. Meanwhile, other stuff was happening.

A. I met someone at my food and beer meetup.

B. I arranged to meet someone for pancakes.


15 Waited

I waited while I caught my breath. I wondered whether it would be faster to take off my clothes here or in the bedroom. I was moving before I decided and don't remember where they ended up. I do remember lying naked in his bed while waiting impatiently for him to finish undressing. He had the good sense to put on the condom before he joined me. I pulled him into me as soon as I could reach him. Ah. Oh yes. Finally. Before too long I came again.

He said he didn't think he could come again anytime soon. I said good, that was the idea. He kept going. I kept coming. Some time later he asked if we could take a break? I said he could collapse on top of me if he wanted to. So he did. I liked feeling his weight on me and made sure he stayed inside. I let him catch his breath, then asked how many times we'd had sex? He said it depended on how you counted. He was still on his first condom and hadn't filled it yet. We needed a second one anyway. But if we went by the number of times I came he didn't know. I said four? He said that sounded about right. I said our relationship was off to a good start. We'd had sex four times and I was still interested. So was his penis. What about the rest of him? He said his brain was. We would have to wait and see about the rest of him though. I told it not to take too long. I didn't have all night. He said that could be a good thing. It might improve his chances of surviving until dawn. I said or it might not. Where did he keep the condoms? He said over there and gave a vague nod. I found them in the bed table drawer.

I noted that his breathing had slowed. He must have been pacing himself. I removed the worn condom. His erection had started to wilt, but I soon fixed that and had him re sheathed and back inside. I took advantage of the view from up here and looked around his bedroom. Dresser, bookshelves, closet, fairly neat, some guy stuff. It would do. I had been bouncing up and down during the inspection but now started paying closer attention. I was still wet. Not wanting to abuse him more than necessary, I reached down and started fingering myself. I was a little surprised he hadn't come again yet, but maybe he was shy with a new partner. I enjoyed the sensation of him inside me while I helped myself along. I felt my excitement building again and soon felt the familiar contractions around his penis. So did he. This seem promising. I held his hand on my breast and felt him twitch a couple moments later. I leaned forward and started kissing him again. The twitch turned into a slow thrust, and then into a firmer one. I got him to speed up a little and kept going until I heard him grunt and felt a strong pulsing inside my vagina as he let go of everything that had been building up over the last half hour.

He and I continued getting together when we could. Meanwhile, other stuff was happening.

A. I met someone at my food and beer meetup.

B. I arranged to meet someone for pancakes.


31 Possibility

She asked how was it possible for something to move? I waited. She said it had to change its velocity, it had to accelerate. She turned her hand over. The piece of paper dropped to the floor. She said gravity was not a force, it was an acceleration. It was 32.2 f/s/s near the earth's surface, less above and below, and +/- zero inside a hollow earth. (You'd be standing upside down, most of the earth would be above your head, not under your feet.) If she could apply an equivalent acceleration in the opposite direction to something it still wouldn't move, but it wouldn't weigh anything. She picked up the paper and looked at it again. Nothing happened. She rolled it around on her palm. Then she said this was stupid and set it down. She pulled her bare feet up under her, closed her eyes, sat up, and started to glow softly. The depression in the sofa cushion she was sitting on grew less. She drifted slowly upward a few inches and hung there. I continued waiting. She drifted back down and opened her eyes. She was smiling. I said congratulations.

I suggested we go up on the roof. You weren't supposed to, but I sometimes heard people walking around. I opened a closet in the hallway, climbed up a spiral staircase made of two by fours, opened a trap door with the key hanging there, and went out into the darkness with Clara following. We found she could apply about 1.3 times the force of gravity to herself, so her acceleration when rising was not as good as that of a typical car, and when falling her deceleration much worse. If she didn't slow her fall before she got near the ground she could get hurt. Carrying stuff would make it worse. However, if she didn't do anything while she was in the air, her body automatically slowed itself to a hover. She tried just stepping off the building and didn't sink very far. Which was nice, but meant she'd need to pay attention when she wanted to jump off something or go down stairs. She could also make herself 2.3 times as heavy but not increase her mass. Turning was a problem. She had to slow herself down in one direction while speeding up in another. But extending her lifter's wings six feet to either side enabled her to turn gracefully and slow down more easily. The imaginary wings passed through her shirt without affecting it. She said she thought she was ready for a shake down flight and asked if I would come with her? Since she couldn't carry me, I sat down, closed my eyes, and looked out through hers. She paused to take off her shoes, then we soared up into the night sky and looked down at the lights of the city.

When I took her to the bus station the next morning, I told her she had to come back and visit me. She thanked me and kissed me and said she would. She would have to travel light, but next time she wouldn't need a bus ticket. I said she could wear my clothes and leave a few things. I'd buy her a toothbrush. So we sat there pulling underwear and shirts out of her backpack and bundling them up. Meanwhile, other stuff was happening.

A. I met someone at my food and beer meetup.

B. I arranged to meet someone for pancakes.


27 Day

But I decided to take the day off. At breakfast I asked her what she wanted to do today? She said she didn't know. Just walk around some. I said we could do that. So we looked at the cat in the jewelry store window, knick knacks in the general store, pictures of birds and trains, unidentifiable sculpture, people waiting to cross the street, city buildings, kids playing in the fountain to cool off, too many used books, and display windows full of tee shirts and womens clothes. Somewhere in there we had lunch at the bakery. When we got home we found Ethan waiting for us. He said dinner was almost ready. I told Clara to set her stuff in the bedroom. We were having hamburgers, tatertots and green beans. They were good, if a bit greasy. He had cooked the burgers with onions and peppers.

After dinner Ethan sat on the sofa and Clara asked if she could take a quick shower? I got her a fresh towel and said if she wanted to thank Ethan, she could not bother with it when she came out. So she didn't. She came out holding her clothes in her hand and stopped to ask if she should wear her pink panties or her blue panties? I said I wasn't sure, and we turned to Ethan. And waited. He said oh, um, how about the pink ones? She said okay, and continued into the bedroom. She came back out wearing just her pink bikini panties. We sat and talked some more. Her pink nipples matched her panties and seemed to move around on their own. I think Ethan was more fascinated than I was, but it was hard to tell. A little later I reminded him he had plans. He said oh, yeah, maybe he would see us when he got back.

She looked at me after he left. I said yes. That might have been going a little too far, but it was mostly my fault for starting it. She offered to have sex with Ethan if I thought we had teased him too much. I thanked her but said that probably wouldn't be a good idea. Things were already complicated enough. She said okay. I asked if she had decided what to do? She said no. I asked what her ability was? She said she didn't have one, just stuff she had picked up from other people. I said her energy was powerful but unfocused. That was part of the problem. If she found a way to use it, that should help. She said she understood, but there was nothing she wanted to use it for. She wanted to be normal. I said I didn't know anything about being normal. I just knew there were some things I had to do. But her energy was not bound. She could do anything. I waited. She said she wanted to fly.

A. I said I didn't know if that was possible.

B. I said I would help her learn how.


43 Cafe

We went to the cafe. It was self service and sort of small. We ordered our coffees at the counter, selected a table, and sat down with them. She had a latte and I had sugar and whipped cream. She noticed a shelf of games and asked if I wanted to play something? We selected yahtzee. She went first. After her three throws she marked her score sheet with four fives, put the five white dice back in the cup, and handed it to me. I shook it and rolled. One die fell off the table. It came up four. I asked her what I should do and she told me to play in it as it lay. So I did. She was better at it than I was and ended up winning two games. Afterward I sat and looked at her. She said what? I said nothing, I was just looking. So she looked back. It was a narrow table and we were quite close to each other. She said when she had first started looking people in the eye it had felt strange, as if it caused an electric shock. I said knew what she meant. I sometimes felt that too. She asked if my eyes had always been that color? I said yes, pretty much. They sometimes turned green when I wore sunglasses. She said humph. After a while one of us sat back and the other looked away.

When we were in bed together I kissed her. She kissed me back. Our tongues talked to each other. I couldn't understand everything they said but it was an interesting conversation. She moved down and started suckling at my breast. I held her and stroked her beautiful hair. She murmured. I felt her sucking gradually stop. I wondered if she had fallen asleep, but after a few moments she moved back up and started kissing me again. Our tongues resumed their conversation. My hand moved around on her back. After a while I rolled her over and put my hand between her legs.

A. She tried to put her hand on my breast.

B. She said um.


47 Pancakes

I arranged to meet someone for pancakes. I didn't use a real picture of myself on my online dating service. I used a picture of someone who looked enough like me that it didn't matter. No one seemed to notice. A lot of people wrote me, but nearly all sent generic letters or something stupid. Asa actually gave thoughtful answers to my questions. His name starts with a long A and was common in colonial times. After exchanging a few messages I suggested lunch at the pancake house. It had cute friendly girls in uniforms who served omelets and desserts. I know you're only supposed to have coffee on a first date, but if I was going somewhere on my lunch hour, I wanted to eat. I arrived early but he was already there. I joined him and said hello. He had said he was my age, but he looked younger. He said yes, he was in fact older than his apparent age. I also asked about the three rings he was wearing. One of them looked like an emerald but was too large. He said the crystals had mystical properties he found useful. It was the topaz that helped keep him young. I didn't say anything. It sounded new agey, but who was I to talk? He let it go and talked about nothing for a while. Then he said the emerald helped with kinetic energy and movement. I carefully said oh? He said yes. Sometimes he could use it to move things without touching them. I asked like what? He said maybe bits of paper or feathers. I said ah, and let it go.

A little later I asked him what he did? He said he was a sponge diver. But for his day job he had a snorkel and dive shop in Florida. I said I thought he was local? He said sort of. He spent time here during the off season but lived down there most of the year. I said then I wouldn't call him a liar. He said I should wait until I got to know him better. When I finished my pancakes, and he had finished his club sandwich, I asked what the third ring was for? He said the hematite helped him read minds. We just let that sit there for a moment. He asked me if I believed him? I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I knew he was telling the truth. So I said yes, of course I did. He said thank you.

A. He asked if I wanted to go to the cultural festival?

B. He asked if I wanted to go to the beach?


63 Out

Thank you for playing. What did you think?

A. I liked your story.

B. Index.


62 End

Congratulations, you won. Would you like to play again?

A. Yes please.

B. I am done.


61 Pools

We followed a cross trail down to a creek with a series of pools. From a fairly high wooden bridge we could see that some of the adults and all of the children wading and splashing in the water were naked. It was called Skinny Dip Falls. The area was part of the national park, and the state and town had no authority. There were no federal laws about nudity so the rangers had to do their best. It wasn't allowed most places, but here there was just a sign warning people what to expect. We went down and took off our shoes, pants, shirts and underwear and waded out into the flowing water. It was cool and nice after our long hike. I dipped down to splash myself and rinse my face in the shallow water. So did Asa. Then we sat and looked around. The kids didn't bother us. The ones able and allowed to come here could control themselves. Some of the adults were careful where they looked, but the kids just played. Water and rocks were more interesting than a lack of clothes.

We got dressed and climbed a trail upstream. We came to a small pool with a couple having sex. The water was up to their midriff but clear enough to see their hips thrusting. They were aware of us but didn't stop. The next pool had three couples sort of watching each other. We watched a little and moved on. There were more pools with or without people. The one I wanted was small and held one couple, but it was deep and they ignored us, so we took off our clothes and joined them. The bottom was a flat rock. Asa sat down and I straddled him. His penis slid easily deep into my vagina. I felt it moving around as we adjusted our seating. Then I held him and kissed him as we started moving together. We had shared test results and didn't use a condom. Bright green leaves were overhead and swiftly flowing water was all around us. I had forgotten how cold it was. I moved a little faster. The boy in my arms and legs was warm and soft and hard and wonderful. I didn't hold back. Soon I was gasping out my first orgasm. Another followed. I asked if he was still cold? He said it didn't bother him, he could stay like this forever. I said good. Some time later I wondered if he had meant that literally. I said he could come any time he wanted. He said okay. I began to wonder when he would want to. I knew I was going to be sore but didn't care. Then he did. I felt his hot cum pumping into me and filling me with his warmth. I kissed him like my life depended on it.

A. Did I win?

B. Let me out.


57 Car

A little later he drove me to my car. My husband was sleeping soundly when I got home. I brushed my teeth, took off my clothes, and climbed in next to him. I liked watching him sleep. It felt like I was spying in him, that I knew something about him that he didn't. It gave me a thrill of power and was the only power over him that I wanted. I kissed him. After a moment he kissed me back. I reached down and stroked his erection. I liked how easily I could excite him. After a couple minutes I pulled him on top and guided him into me. We started to leisurely thrust at each other. I loved him. Our sex didn't have a lot of variety but I liked that. It gave me a sense of stability. I liked having sex with new people and with all my other lovers. I liked all of them and loved many. I wasn't exactly sure what the difference was or if there was one. But he was the one I always came back to. I always found him exciting. He thrust harder and I got more excited. Then I came with a powerful orgasm. All of them felt good, but his one was above average. We did that several more times. Finally I told him to come inside of me. After another while he did, with some grunts and a large burst of cum. I'm not sure if he woke up. I think he could have sex in his sleep. Just get him started and guide him into the right position. Maybe nudge him once in a while if he paused too long. He had good control and could give me as many orgasms as I wanted. He was so used to waiting until I told him to come that he might even do it while asleep.

I stayed under him for a while. I liked how it felt and was strong enough. I wondered a little about what was going on with Asa. He wasn't exactly my brother, but would sex with him be incest? Or something like it? Some people would think so. But I hadn't known who he was, and he'd had to explain his relationship to me. It didn't feel like there was anything to be embarrassed about. Was sex with him worse than with anyone else I wasn't married to? It was better than with a stranger. I needed to feel some closeness. Maybe all that mattered was that I did care about and want him. It felt like enough.

A. A few days later we drove up into the mountains.

B. The next week we hiked out into the woods.


58 Mountains

A few days later we drove up into the mountains. The parkway starts to rise after it crosses the river and climbs back up after passing around the city. We stopped for a moment at an overlook for a view toward the airport and the distant mountains beyond. We went through dense forest and passes to the other side of the ridge and tunnels under outcrops but didn't seem to go over anything. I stopped at the picnic area, and we carried our stuff up the path to a level grassy area surrounded by tables, trees and peaks. It was beautiful, with sun and clouds and kids and people. I selected a table set back into the trees and spread my beach towel as a tablecloth. We unpacked tomato and cucumber salad with feta and olives, Greek beans with onions, and carrot and raisin salad with peanut butter. Asa was impressed. I handed him a paper plate and plastic fork, and we sat and ate. A couple birds came to see what we had, and a chipmunk pretended he didn't see us.

We walked around a bit afterward. Kids were playing frisbee. People were grilling stuff. We peered off into the darkness under the trees and wondered what was down there. Then drove back to an overlook and followed a trail on the other side of the parkway. It wound around under the trees on the far side of the ridge. The land dropped away next to us and we could see more mountains through the undergrowth. We came to a spot where the terrain opened out and became less steep on either side of us.

A. We moved a little way off the trail and back into the woods.

B. We followed a cross trail down to a creek with a series of pools.


59 Hike

The next week we hiked out into the woods. I drove up to an overlook, then we walked along the parkway to a trail crossing. The trail disappeared into the trees. We followed it through the pass and hiked along between the ridge and a steep drop off. We looked at the wildflowers. There was red cardinal flower and white starry campion. We followed the trail back into a gully, across a seep, and back out again. Then we came to a bench pretty much in the middle of nowhere. So we sat there and looked out into the blue nothingness. I held his hand. There were trees somewhere down below and more mountains off in the distance.

I asked him about his dive shop. He said he mostly rented out snorkels and fins so people could dive in the springs and see manatees, or in the ocean and see schools of fish. He did rent out scuba gear and give lessons. People could hire him as a guide if they wanted. And he sold a lot of tee shirts. He had a good crew who could run the place on their own. They probably ran it better when he didn't interfere. I should come down sometime. He could take me snorkeling and to the Greek bakery. I said I would like that. It might work better if he lived with a girlfriend. He said he could arrange that. I said she didn't need to be there when I was. He said ah. I said if he tried to have sex with two girls we'd just start talking to each other and forget about him. He said there was that. We continued on. The trail wound in and out. There was orange turks cap and red bee balm. We came to a spot where the terrain opened out and became less steep on either side of us.

A. We moved a little way off the trail and back into the woods.

B. We followed a cross trail down to a creek with a series of pools.


60 Trees

We moved a little way off the trail and back into the woods. We couldn't get very far and were not out of sight, but there didn't seem to be anyone else around. We stood there and kissed. My hands roamed over his back. His drifted down to my butt and moved around a bit. I pushed my belly against his erection. His pelvis gripped me. He moved his hands out to my hips. When I backed off a little, they came around and unfastened my pants, and one slid up under my shirt to my breast. His fingers slipped over my shiny bra. They squeezed me like a melon and felt my nipple. I thrust myself back onto his erection. A few minutes later I paused to take my shoes and pants off and one leg out of my panties. I kept them around my ankle so I wouldn't lose them. I removed some twigs, sat down on the dead leaves, lay back, and opened my legs. He gazed at me. My tousled hair and moist folds looked back at him. He sank down and lowered his face into the fragrant forest. His lips and tongue worked at me. My knees rose into the air, my shins floated, and my feet drifted in the breeze. I moaned very softly. A middle aged couple strolled down the trail.

They could have been conservative locals or more free minded nature lovers. In any case they ended up seeing somewhat more nature than they had probably intended. While it was more than obvious what we were doing, all they could actually see were my panties and some skin. Asa was fully dressed and his face covered my privates. It was, however, a position I hadn't wanted to be caught in. It seemed better to stay still and pretend we weren't there than to do anything about it. They stood and observed us as if we were waxworks. I saw them on the edge of my vision. I had an impulse to ask them to pay, but I repressed it. I hoped they wouldn't say anything. We all waited to see what would happen. Then they just turned and walked on. Another moment went by, I had a brief fit of giggles, and we continued what we'd been doing as if nothing had happened.

His lips and tongue worked at me. My tension had built up more quickly than I expected. I held onto it and thrust at him. Before long I was quietly panting out my orgasm but kept him where he was. I needed another release and he gave it to me. Afterward he said this might not have been such a good idea. I said he was right, but I wanted him to come inside me before we stopped, and handed him a condom. So a couple and a half minutes later I sighed again and he did.

A. Did I win?

B. Let me out.


56 Staying

I told him I was staying with him tonight. I know, it was probably stupid. If he wanted sex, I'd give in. If I tried to start something I didn't think he would hold out. I was staking my virtue on a game of chicken. But if one of us did give in first it would be no big deal. I'm not quite sure what the point was anyway. Waiting was just something we had said we would do. Other people did it. I had probably done it. I had some spare clothes in my car but I didn't have my car. I did have an extra pair of panties, and it was a little late to be squeamish about using his toothbrush. He made some pasta and veggies for a late dinner, and a little later we went to bed. I didn't wear anything so neither did he. If something did happen, we'd be ready.

I watched him sleep. Watching people sleep was sort of a hobby of mine. I was pretty good at it. He lay on his side with his mouth lightly shut and was more relaxed than most sleepers. Letting go of tension isn't hard to learn but it does take some practice. His breathing was extremely slow. His hair was a little wavy and his skin was still soft under his tan. He was fit and reasonably well endowed. I thought he was good looking, but if you asked me why I couldn't tell you. I think has more to do with the soul than with physical appearance. And with how someone moves. Can a person be graceful in their sleep? It seemed like some were. Was he a good person? It seemed like it. It was harder to fake than most people thought if you were paying attention. Maybe you had to be a good person to recognize one, but it seemed unlikely. I wasn't. I wondered which girlfriend I was staying with tonight but didn't worry about it too much. I would find out in the morning when I explained where I had been.

A. A few days later we drove up into the mountains.

B. The next week we hiked out into the woods.


40 Gender

I thought about gender. I liked girls. They were fun to play with. They understood how my body worked. They could give me more pleasure and stronger orgasms. They had breasts, which girls liked suck on just as much as boys did. But. They couldn't satisfy me the way boys could. Having a boy ejaculate inside of me was what I was designed for. It was what sex was all about and the reason for its existence. Even if he was wearing a condom, his cum could stay inside just as long or sometimes even longer. Yes, a naked penis inside me was nicer. And feeling his cum leak out later made me feel good that it had been in there trying to make babies. But evolution didn't know about condoms yet, so it didn't make too much difference to me when and how his cum came out. A boy's scent was more exciting and his cum was fun to swallow, but girls tasted just as good and their sex smelled better. A boy's parts were fun to play with, but girls were fun to squish around inside of. I liked them both and wasn't about to give up either.

The girl lying next to me stirred as I turned over and looked at her some more. She murmured when I caressed her silky hair. Her small breasts were cute and perky and beautiful. They didn't hang down so that the skin folded over on itself like mine did. The nipples were small and pink and relaxed right now. Still, they were nothing like a boy's. Her belly was smooth. Her hair was white, like that on her head, and wispy. Through it I could see that wonderful and exciting slit. Her legs and arms were surprisingly strong. I felt warm when I thought of how she had gripped me in the agony of her passion. When I felt my eyes drifting shut, I drew the sheet up over both of us. Then I leaned forward and kissed her again.

A. She asked me if I wanted to go to a jazz concert?

B. I asked her if she was going to the hot spring?


40 Gender

I thought about gender. I had figured out Dusty was transgender after seeing her a couple times. I wasn't sure how, something about the way she held herself. Gender conditioning starts early in our culture and is mostly unconscious. She told me she had thought about hormone treatments, but they were expensive and risky. No one ended up looking like a supermodel, and she was already short and skinny enough to look like a girl. She had no bulge in her throat like many boys did. Her clothes hid her penis and light makeup hid the remains of her facial hair. But she said she would have liked to have real nipples. The treatments could have given her that, but they would also have interfered with her sex drive. She liked sex too much to risk that, and her drive was already low.

I liked girls. They were fun to play with. They understood how my body worked. They could give me more pleasure and stronger orgasms. They had breasts, which girls liked suck on just as much as boys did. But they couldn't satisfy me the way boys could. Having a boy ejaculate inside of me was what I was designed for. It was what sex was all about. So a boy's parts were fun to play with, but girls were still fun to squish around inside of. I liked them both and wasn't about to give up either.

The girl lying next to me stirred as I turned over and looked at her some more. She murmured when I caressed her silky hair. Her chest was flat. Her nipples were small and pink and relaxed right now. Her belly was smooth. Her hair was white, like that on her head, and wispy. Below it I could see her penis glisten in the dim light. Her legs and arms were surprisingly strong. I felt warm when I thought of how she had gripped me in the agony of her passion. When I felt my eyes drifting shut, I drew the sheet up over both of us. Then I leaned forward and kissed her again.

A. She asked me if I wanted to go to a jazz concert?

B. I asked her if she was going to the hot spring?


44 Outside

We went outside to a park. We strolled around. There weren't too many people. She said she had always felt at home among the trees and hills of the eastern forest. It was why she had moved here. We sat on a somewhat secluded bench and kissed for a while. We managed to keep all our spit in our mouths. Our hands wandered. She muttered she couldn't do it here. I said how about if she chained me to the railing? It was conveniently nearby and had a wooded gully on the other side. She looked thoughtful, then said she didn't have her manacles. I said we should plan more carefully next time. She said maybe we better had. I held her hand. She asked if I believed in alternate versions of reality? I said of course. Few people can feel the earth turning under their feet as it circles the sun, but everyone can feel the movement of time. It separates and converges and spirals around itself as it moves in an inconceivable dance. It's a wonder anyone can stand up. We sat and looked at the waxing gibbous moon high in the west. I brushed back her hair and examined her ear. She asked if I saw anything interesting? I said yes, I did.

When we were in bed together I started nibbling on it. She said mmm. I put my tongue in the hollow below it. She sighed. I ran my hand down her front and let it rest on her belly, just inside the top of her panties. That seemed like a good spot for it. I moved my fingers around. She felt slightly lumpy inside. I kissed down her neck and across her shoulder. She had a very nice shoulder. Soft and firm. I kissed her collarbone, chin and lips.

A. She tried to put her hand on my breast.

B. She said um.


48 Festival

He asked if I wanted to go to the cultural festival? I said I would love to. We met in the park where it was being held and looked around. There were a lot of people. It was sponsored by various businesses, churches, social organizations, and the city, and was mostly for locals. The larger festivals for tourists were no longer needed. Closing the main streets cost the merchants more business than it gained. I pointed out one young girl whose jeans were low enough to show off cleavage in front and her two friends who hadn't lost the competition by much. I didn't find being young and stupid as attractive as I used to, and it worried me a little.

There were many kinds of music scheduled. Blue grass, a guitar duo, Jewish and Greek music, drummers, a barbershop quartet, and a jazz combo with piano, tenor sax and bass. There were Morris dancers and square, contra, modern, and hip hop dancers. There were karate and tai chi demos, a lion dance, skits by the Shakespeare troupe and an acting company, and kabuki theater. There was lots of food. Barbecue, pizza, Indian, falafel, kabobs, baked goods, fruit, and ice cream. People were selling art, jewelry, pottery and used books, showing woodworking and flower arranging, and offering games such as ring toss, throwing balls and goldfish scooping. We watched the last. Usually the fish moved or the paper in the scoop broke. He asked if showing off his skill would impress me? I said yes. So he caught a fish on his first try and offered it to me. I said I didn't want it, so he gave the orange fish in a plastic bag full of water to a small child who had tried several times and failed. We listened to music, watched actors, looked at booths, ate falafels, shared pieces of melon, and walked around.

After it got dark we watched the fireworks. They were over the ball field so you couldn't really see them very well between the buildings, but they were fireworks. People said oo and ah, and those we did see looked pretty. I asked if we were allowed to pretend it was New Years? He didn't say anything, but he did kiss me. He either liked it or was waiting for me to stop first. I noticed some other people doing the same thing but don't know who started it. I held him a little tighter and nibbled his lip. He rubbed the bones and muscles of my back and seemed to know about more than just fish.

He invited me to his room and put on Hot Five and Seven by Louis Armstrong. He had a kitchen, bed and bathroom. You didn't need more unless you had stuff. He got by with a laptop, music files, and speaker system. We sat on the sofa and he kissed me again. The unasked question hung in the air. I don't remember ever feeling awkward about it before, but for some unknown reason, this time I did.

A. He said he liked me but wanted to wait a little longer.

B. I said I wasn't sure how I felt about him.


64 Comment

Do you have any questions or comments?

Can you put in some anal sex?   No.

I don't want to win all the time.   Play a different game.

You left out a word.   Where?

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There should be more salt.   Tried that, it was too soluble.