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A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 01

By: TimWLy



This story was revised to answer the two public comments, and the revision was completed on 09/20/09.

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Have you ever been in a situation where you have wished for something so much so that it comes true? Or do you believe in the idea of positive thinking, and putting your hopes, wants and dreams up into the atmosphere? 

Well I have been a person to do just that, and considering I hadn't dated, or even been close with a woman in a number of years, I just prayed for what I wanted, and wrote on a small slip of paper, four words, that weren't so simple, but I knew I would know when I found what I was looking for.

Faith Spirit  Love  Hope 

I never knew back in 2004 when I wrote those words that I would not need them for so long, and even forget about them. 

Over the years, the list would be added to, but in the back of my mind, I tried to keep the top four items on the list, and then somehow my entire world changed when I read some information about an upcoming Jazz festival in New Jersey which I wanted to go to. 

Growing up in the inner city, Jazz had been an escape for me, because I saw things I wanted to hide from people who I was close to.

Sex, drugs, guns in school, and Jazz was just a way for me to get away from it all. Having a strong family background help me keep myself centered and focused on my goals to get my education, , but it was also being intelligent enough to know that I needed more help to go further than the inner city. 

I was a Black guy looking for a way out back then, and going to school was a way to rise up and showcase my skills, so that I could network enough to be able to move out of the inner city. 

Luckily, I found my way to the government contracting world, and after a number of years, I felt like it was time for me to go back for this Jazz festival, because the music that I love was drawing me home. 

My plans for this festival were to relax and to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and the office, because being involved with the computer world everyday, and making sure to do my research prior to doing presentations about changing policies in the contracting initiatives in my field, I knew I needed a break. 

The festival brought in a few celebrities, but mostly local talent who were getting a start on their careers, and being that it was one of the performing arts centers I was use to being around as a kid, I couldn't wait to go back. 

This festival was to last a week and I arrived on the second day, and immediately, with the Jazz sound entering my sub conscious, my eyes locked on to one of the finest women I have ever seen. 

I was getting mentally overloaded very quickly, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was 5'6, red hair, brownish green eyes, and perfectly proportioned in all the right places. Besides that she was wearing a strapless dress which hugged her body ever so nicely, and showed her ample cleavage. 

Being totally wrapped up in the music, and trying to take a mental picture of this beauty, my body traveling on its own almost, and before I knew it, our eyes locked, and her eyes were full of passion. 

We smiled softly at each other, and I tipped my drink to her, showing her to a table that was near by so that we could sit and listen to music. 

She seemed hesitant to accept my offer, so I just walked over to the table, sat with my drink, and began listening to the different versions of the Jazz music playing. I didn't know what the outcome was about to be, but I sat there for about 20 minutes, and like a soft angel's voice, I hear from behind me: 

"Hey handsome, I'll give you a penny for your thoughts?" 

That voice is so soft, so sultry, and so sexy, that I almost spill some of my drink on my shirt. She has that breathiness that sends a chill down the back of my neck, and causes my thighs to instantly clamp shut, because of the blood flow problem I am having. Her voice is erotic enough that I lose my breath for a second, but I quickly regain my composure. 

"I am thinking that I am glad you have finally joined me." 

"Well, I appreciate the invitation." 

"So why did you invite me over to your table sir?" 

"Well, I found that you were a very attractive lady, and I wanted to take the time to get to know you." 

"Hmmm." Was her only response. 

We sat at the table listening to a new Saxophone artist and getting lost in the moment, and before you know it, the time flew by faster than we expected. 

It was 10:00 pm, and a warm day, turned into a nice cool evening. We had dinner together, and one drink turned into just soft drinks. We found that we enjoyed each others company, and we laughed, and were comfortable in each others presence. 

The passion hadn't necessarily gone away, but we were just getting to know each other, and I asked her if she wanted to dance. 

"So my lady would you like to dance with me?" 

"Absolutely." 

I pulled her to the street where a dance floor had been set up, and others were dancing, we held hands, and pulling her to me, and with her scent being even more intoxicating, I held her close, I sniffed her neck, and just let the music take us. 

I knew at this point that this woman was something special, but I couldn't explain how it happened so fast, but as the music took us deeper into the moment, and our eyes locked, we both felt what wasn't being said. 

"A penny for your thoughts?" She asked in order to break up the tension. 

"A nickel for your kisses." Was my response back to her. 

With that I slowly leaned in and kissed her softly, and held her close to me, as I then trailed around to her neck and nibbled her there. I could feel myself getting hard, and knew that I had to get away, before we started something we couldn't finish, right there in the middle of the street. 

I knew I had to be respectful of this woman, because she was beautiful, classy, stylish, and she had some kind of grace about her, but I knew there was so much more I had to find out about her, I just couldn't wait to do it, like her name.

A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 02-03



Chapter Two 

Has there ever been that one person who the instant you meet them you know you want them to be yours forever, that you are committed to finding a way to be in their presence no matter the cost? 

Have you ever had an experience of love at first sight, or love at first touch, where your senses are overloaded, and its like your body shuts down at the thought of this person walking away from you? 

That is where I found myself with this woman, she was a picture of beauty, and the karma that brought us together couldn't have expected things to go so well, but I wanted to find ways for the night to continue forever if possible. 

So instead of just putting her in a cab, and sending her back to her hotel, I suggested we take a slow stroll back down the moon lit street toward her hotel, it was only about a mile and a half, and considering the jazz festival was one that didn't really quit, I felt safe that walking would have us surrounded by others taking strolls of the same kind, or party goers who didn't want to quit. 

So as we left the main strip of the music festival, and began to head toward the hotels, we held hands, and that is when I wanted to know more about her: 

"So my lady, now that we have a little bit less of a crowd, can you share your name with me?" 

With my shyness peaking through, she giggled just a bit, and she gripped my hand to reassure me that it's all ok. 

"My name is Katherine Lilly spirit." 

"My friends call me Lilly though, because I love flowers." She continued, "And what about you handsome, what's your name." 

"Oh, me." 

"My name is Royce Richardson." 

With the name stuff out of the way, we continued to walk slowly down the street, just enjoying each others company, and finding out what we could about each other, with passion boiling under the surface. 

Before we knew it, we arrived at her hotel, one of the many hotel chains servicing the jazz festival. 

"So Katherine, I appreciate the opportunity to walk you to your hotel, and I have enjoyed the chat, will I have a chance to see you again?" 

"First of all, please call me Lilly, and why don't we just see where the rest of the week goes." 

With this statement, my heart sank, because I couldn't be sure that we would see each other again, and all I could do was look her in the eyes and try to remember how beautiful she looked in that moment. 

"Well my hotel is right down the road, and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me." 

As I slid my hotel number and room number into her hand, I could feel a shiver in her fingers, and her eyes went from brown to a green sparkle, and this change in her was captivating to me. 

I took the opportunity to slide my hand behind her neck, and kiss her softly, and as our lips met, I could feel her lips part, and I could feel her body softening to my embrace. 

I held her there for what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, and I am sure she felt the hardness grow in between my legs, and I quickly released her, and softly asked in her ear, in the deepest voice I could muster: 

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"Um..." 

"Um..." 

"Do you need to sit down?" I asked her. 

"Yes, that would be good." Was her weak reply. 

We walked over to one of the benches, and just sat in piece and quiet. 

Just rubbing her forearm and her finger tips, trying to calm her, I held her hands in mine. 

"Are you ok?" I ask again. 

"I think so, just surprised by the passion behind that kiss." 

"It wasn't like that earlier." Was her simple response. 

With this I feel like I should leave her to her own thoughts, and attempt to get up to leave, but she held my hand tightly, and pulled me back to the bench. 

"Please don't go just yet." 

It was a simple statement, but with the southern accent, and the sexy look in her eyes, I swear, I was a puddle in her hands after that. 

By this point we had both started to become more comfortable with each other, and we talked about home life, and work, growing up in school, and how we wanted our lives to go. 

I took the liberty to continue to touch her whenever I could, and she didn't stop me, and instead of pushing her to the brink right there outside, I decided to go for broke: 

"Lilly, I know this may sound crazy, but would you like to spend the rest of what we have of this night with me?" 

I truly couldn't let her go, and wanted to explore her body, and see how she felt about so many different things, but none of that would happen if she would have gone. 

"Royce, we just met a few hours ago, and as nice as this is, to spend the night together, you are so right, that is crazy." 

"I understand that you are tall and handsome, just the kind of guy that I would go for, with the dark chocolate skin, and the chest hair, and the muscles that just won't quit, but I can't do it not on the first night." Was her long winded response. 

I wanted to keep pushing her, but knowing that I could lose her, I decided to be a gentleman, and to let her go. 

We walked hand in hand into the hotel, and up to her room, and as we reached the door of her room, I backed away slowly, knowing that if I got close to her I would have a problem. 

"Well goodnight Lilly and I hope you sleep tight." Was my response back to her. 

"You do the same Royce, and I hope to be able to find you somewhere amongst the crowd tomorrow." 

Chapter three 

I knew as that door click shut that I couldn't actually walk away, but my heart beat sped up, and my mouth went dry, but I truly wanted to be in her presence, but I couldn't figure out if she wanted the same. 

I stood there as if frozen in time, trying to figure out what to do, and I could sense her on the other side of that door, as if staring right through me, with the same reservations and fears, but neither one of us could move. 

"I have no idea what this man is doing to me." Lilly thought to herself, as she leaned her head against the door, not even realizing that Royce was standing outside. 

"I just need to get a grip on myself," she thinks out loud, as she slowly begins to peel her dress from her body right there at the door. 

As she does this, she notices the shadow of someone outside of her door from under the door frame, and peaks through the peep whole on the door. 

"Oh my god, what the hell is he doing out there?" She thinks to herself, and she begins backing away and she trips over the dress that has pooled at her feet. 

As she attempts to catch herself, and things which are on the desk go crashing to the floor, this worries me , and I began knocking on the door to see what is wrong: 

Knock Knock Knock 

"Lilly, are you ok, its Royce, I just want to check on you before I go back to my room." 

"I heard something..." 

With this statement I stopped and just waited for a response, because I didn't really want to let her know that I had been standing outside her room this entire time.

"Royce?" 

"What in the world?" 

In mock surprise, Lilly questioned me, even though she was having naughty thoughts, and why I was outside her door, but as she gets her faculties back together, she knows this is exactly what she wanted and needed . 

She swings the door open, and she is a little flustered from her fall, but seeing that she has now changed her clothes, I went into a mind set of nurturing and conquering all at once. 

"Lilly, are you ok, I was walking away from your room, and I heard a crash of some sort, and I just needed to know that you are ok." I asked with concern in my voice. 

"Yes, Royce, I am fine, I just tripped over my dress, and knocked over a few things." Was Lilly's response. 

"See no bumps, or bruises." 

As Lilly does this, she makes a show of twirling around in front of me to show off her milky skin, and with no bruises. 

At this point we were in a struggle for control, and neither one of us wanted to be the first one to crack, so I made the first move: 

"Lilly?" 

Yes, Royce?" 

"I have a penny for your thoughts." 

"I have a Nickel for your kiss." Is her response. 

I had to think of a quick comeback, and responding, , "I have a dime for your time." 

With that I took my opportunity to gently push her back into the room, and close the door behind me, because I was going to give her more than a dimes worth of time. 

Once I was inside, I slowly and appreciatively opened her robe, and admired her breast, because I could see her passion rising the more I looked at her with desire. 

I laid her down on the bed, and then when I noticed that she had a toe ring on the middle toe of her right foot, and that made me appreciate her feet all the more, but I was going to take my time to love all over her body. 

I slowly let her sit up, and she helped me out of my shirt, and down to my boxers, but leaving me standing there, she took in the sight of the length and thickness of the rod in front of her, and you could see the desire in her eyes change again. 

If you wanted to measure the passion in the room that night, it was like a sauna, which had been turned up, slowly the heat kept rising with every kiss of skin, every inch of her body that I traveled, and the more I teased and tantalized her, this made her body flush red, and helped her passion juice flow. 

I loved the feel of her skin, and the taste of her on the tip of my tongue, so I lapped at her as much as I could, but when it was time to remove the boxers, that's just what I did, and with a sharp intake of breath, you could tell she enjoyed what she saw. 

Then slowly and with a lovers touch, she played with my cock testing out the weight and thickness, and then nibbling and suckling at the head, as if trying to learn every curve and inch. 

When I didn't think I could take anymore, I pushed her down on to the bed, and starting from those toes, I worked my way up her body, and nibbled, and kissed, until I got to her clit, and drank in her essence, and she was as sweet as honey. 

I then nibbled on her hips, and up her stomach, and up to her breast, and leaving her nipples, I went all the way up to her neck and face and chin, until I could place a kiss on her lips. Then feeling that my cock was right at her entrance, I teased her with it, while nibbling on her bottom lip, her neck, and then teasing her nipples, by pulling them away from her body gently and letting go quickly. 

Then even though neither one of us had come, we both knew what we wanted, and I slid up between her legs, and curled her legs around me, and for two people who didn't know each other, we were fitting together like lovers, and I slid home, and she held my shoulders, and we began a rhythm which allowed her to hold on tight, and for me to arch my back and push into her so deep, that as we rocked back and forth, there was no way for me to slip out of her. 

Then she went over the edge, and her pussy clamping down on me, sent me off like a shot, and I came so hard, that I forced her legs to a spread position, and that allowed us for three or four good hard strokes to really give it to each other for all we were worth. 

Then knowing that we were both spent, we let each other go, and I rolled over to be next to her, and just nuzzled her neck to let her know how nice it was to just be there. 

Before dozing off to sleep, she just had to ask: 

Royce?" 

"Yes, Lilly? 

"Was that worth the penny for my thoughts?"



A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 02



It seemed weirdly familiar. Waking up, finding myself once again laying in a hospital bed. The only difference being, I hadn't been in a coma. Out for a while yes, obviously, though it couldn't have been that long. For one, Gayleen was the one standing outside my room talking to the doctor, mom and dad hadn't even shown up yet, which meant I couldn't have been here all that long. I sat up, feeling fine...better than fine actually, though my head hurt, had a bit of a headache, and was still a little woozy. But beyond that, I felt pretty good. And then my head cleared a little, I remembered the bright white flash of lightning, remembered the sensation of electricity running rampant inside my body. But that was all. Until waking up now however. The doctor looked in, saw me sitting up, immediately called for a nurse and then came walking into my room, followed by Gayleen. She must have told him she was my girlfriend, or fiancé for them to have let her in to see me, even before my parents had.

"Well, well...you're a very, very lucky man," he said going over my charts, looking at me and reading some more. "Say's here you were struck by lightning ten years ago, is that true?"

"Yes, yes...it is," I said realizing I had in fact been hit again, though I didn't feel injured in any way this time, not like the first time I'd been struck. "What happened anyway?" Though Gayleen answered before the doctor could respond. She'd been standing behind him off to one side, looking wild-eyed and panicked.

"You got hit by lightning! That's what happened! I thought you were frigging dead!" she excitedly exclaimed as tears now began running down her cheeks. "No shit Brian...I came out looking for you, you were late coming into work, which wasn't like you. And there you were, face down on the ground out in the parking lot, rain coming down...out like a light. I seriously thought you were dead! Couldn't see you breathing, couldn't find a pulse, though when the paramedics got there, they said they could feel one, a faint one. But...but," she was crying now almost hysterically.

"It's ok Gayleen, I'm fine...really, nothing broken, nothing melted," I tried assuring her.

"Which brings us to the strange part," the doctor now said jumping in again. 

"The...the strange part?" I asked, now extremely curious. "What had happened?" I thought.

"Yeah, after the paramedics got you stabilized on the way in, though they said all your vitals were perfectly normal for the most part, it was when you finally came around, opened your eyes that they said they saw them glowing."

"Glowing?"

"Yeah, they said they saw this very faint blue light in your eyes."

"Maybe it was some sort of reflection or something, after all doc, I do have blue eyes."

"Not like that, they said it was the whites of your eyes that were actually blue in color, first time anyone had ever seen that before. Then later, after we got you in here, I looked at them again in a darker light, and they still seemed to have a faint trace of a blue glow. You mind if I have another look again now that it's been a couple of hours?"

I wasn't too thrilled about that. The last thing I wanted anyone doing was running a whole bunch of tests on me.

"Ok," I said hesitantly as he signaled for the nurse to turn the lights off in the room as he grabbed a small little light in order to look at my eyes with. He spent quite a bit of time doing that, and then just shook his head.

"Well, whatever it was, if it was...you seem perfectly fine now. Pupils respond and dilate, as they should, color is good, no apparent optical damage. And certainly no glowing," he finished once again signaling for the nurse to turn the lights back on. "I still want to keep you for at least twenty-four hours for observation, just to make sure we don't miss anything, or that something else doesn't pop up on us here. But...I think it's safe to say you don't appear to have any serious injuries. And again...consider yourself damn lucky. I don't think you were hit by a lightning strike directly, or we'd see some sort of burns or damage. But it must have hit very close by, to have knocked you out like that." He then wrote something else inside my chart, told the nurse to come in every few hours and see how I was doing, and then left. The nurse then informed me my parents were in fact on the way, and would be here any time now. She asked if Gayleen was staying for a bit, and she assured the nurse she would be, at least until such time as my parents arrived. With that, the nurse left, and Gayleen immediately came over to the bed, taking my hand in hers and looking at me.

"I don't care what anyone says Brian. I saw what I saw. You laying there in the parking lot, thunder and lightning all around, pouring rain coming down like crazy. But every time there was a flash of lightning, even halfway close...I swear," she paused as though wondering if she should even continue.

"Swear what?" I asked, now a bit nervous myself. "What'd you see Gayleen?"

"I'm not crazy, I saw what I saw Brian. Every time I saw flashes of lightning illuminating you in anyway, you...you Brian, you're entire body was glowing this bluish white color. Not just your eyes like the paramedics said, but your whole body!"

Admittedly, even I had to admit I was a little worried about what had happened to me, especially based on what she had seen, let alone what the paramedics initially thought they had. I wondered if I still had my ability, or if it had been altered in some way. I needed to get a hold of a penny soon in order to try it, test it out myself.

We locked eyes for a moment, then she leaned over my bed hugging me. "Oh Brian! I'm just so thankful you're ok," she sobbed hugging me tightly.

"I'm fine," I reassured her, then thinking to myself, "But I sure as hell was looking forward to maybe licking your pussy after work...damn storm!" I thought. Gayleen laughed, standing up again, her face blushing.

"Yeah...me too," she said. "And maybe even more than that. You must be feeling better if you're actually horny!"

I know my mouth was open, so I closed it. "Had she heard me?"

"Of course I heard you," she said, and then looked at me funny for a moment. My mouth hadn't moved. "I must be losing it," she suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

She laughed again, nervously this time. "I thought you said something, but you didn't did you? I mean...I thought you did, but you didn't actually say what I thought I heard you say." She was rambling now, and we both knew it. "I...I think I'm just distraught, still a bit shaken, but incredibly thankful that nothing's wrong with you."

That's when I saw it. A small flicker of light in her eyes as she leaned closer to the bed looking at me. Like a tiny little flame, a small bluish light inside her pupils. Half panicked myself now, I imagined snuffing it out, and just like that...it went away. "Can you hear me now Gayleen?" I asked, thinking the question to myself, though she just smiled at me, stroking my forehead. "Would you like to fuck? Right here in the bed? Right now?" I thought again, but she just continued to stand there smiling her fingers soothingly caressing me. Obviously she couldn't. But now I knew something had changed, drastically, dramatically. And I was a bit worried. Now I had all sorts of new things I needed to learn about what had happened, if and how to control it. And more importantly...how long would this last if I now flicked my "Mind Bic!"

I needed to experiment, and quickly! Something simple perhaps. But I needed to learn how to control this better than I just had. There was too much danger, confusion in simply allowing my thoughts to be heard so easily, so clearly like that. Simply thinking something, and having Gayleen picking it up as easily as she had was far too risky. I again concentrated, this time imagining that little blue light, sure enough, I saw it inside my own head, a brief little spark, and then a flicker, it held.

"Gayleen?"

She now looked down at me again, eyes locking. "Though you're hearing this, you won't remember what I was saying...thinking, unless I say you can, understood?" I thought this... looking at her. Her expression once again looking a bit bewildered, confused. I had to think fast here or this could get out of control in a hurry. "Relax Gayleen...just listen, listen as though asleep, all is well, nothing is untoward here," I once again assured her. She did relax then, though her face took on an almost blank look, a faraway look as though she had in fact gone to sleep...almost as though she were now hypnotized in a way. I decided to work with that, see where this went, what I could do with it, with Gayleen while she was like this.

"Undo your blouse for me," I basically suggested. Surprisingly, she didn't move, didn't even begin to attempt doing that. I could see the struggle in her face, even felt it now as her emotions seemed to be playing tug of war with herself. I was missing something, something critical. She was more statue now than anything, even her fingers had stopped moving, now almost lifeless resting in position quite unnaturally against my face. There was a block of some sort, and I had to find a way around it, and quickly too. Someone could come walking in at any moment, not to mention my own parents. "We're alone Gayleen...no one even knows that we're here at the moment, we're all alone...we're safe. All I want to do is see those lovely breasts of yours Gayleen, that's all. You know that, you want to show me, to please me. Go ahead Gayleen, its ok, show me your tits."

This time I saw her face totally relax, still a bit vacant looking in the eyes though. I'd need to work on that. But now her hands moved, Gayleen stood up, her fingers deftly and quickly beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse. In moments, she had opened it, her bra clad breasts totally and completely exposed.

"Thank you Gayleen, I enjoyed that." I thought once again, seeing her smiling now. "It's ok, you can do your blouse up again. All you'll remember is thinking how you'd have liked to have flashed me, perhaps tease me a little after you've done it up again. You won't remember actually doing it, or that we've had this conversation beyond the simple fantasy that you momentarily entertained about doing that." In my mind, I snuffed out the little flame. And as I did, I saw the tiny pinpoint of light inside her pupils likewise flicker out. She giggled.

"What?"

"I must be feeling better now too, especially knowing you are."

"And why's that?"

"Because now I'm feeling horny...even contemplating doing something I would never, ever do. Especially in a place like this, with so many people around."

"And that is?" I grinned mischievously at her.

Gayleen turned looking behind her quickly, and then hurriedly undid the buttons on her blouse again, only this time, after she had done that, she grabbed the cups of her bra, lifting them up and over, baring her breasts, flashing me. As quickly as she had however, she pulled her bra down again, likewise re-buttoning her blouse.

"I can't believe I just did that! What a rush!" She laughed openly.

"I can't believe you did that either," I thought to myself. "But you did...didn't you?" I asked myself again, making a mental note of that. Something to ponder on in greater detail later.

Just then my parents arrived however, Gayleen excusing herself after briefly talking to them. Mom of course dashing immediately into the room, dad not far behind her as he first finished thanking Gayleen for calling the paramedics and getting me in here. 

"I'll come...visit you tomorrow!" Gayleen promised and then turned heading down the hall towards the elevators.

Although glad to see mom and dad, and assuring them that everything was fine, and that I was certainly alright, I now wanted to experiment some more, learn where my limitations were, if any. And more importantly, what could I do with this now? How long would it last? And just how much stronger was it? It seemed to be, I could sense and feel that much. But what did it all mean?

**

I was tired, after everything that had happened, the emotional strain of whatever changes had taken place must have shown on my face. Almost gratefully so when the nurse as instructed dropped in to check on me. "I think I really could use some sleep now," I told my parents. After once again being reassured by me, and the nurse, they finally left, though like Gayleen, promising to be there first thing in the morning. I watched them leave, grateful they had come, but just as happy they were now leaving. I was anxious to experiment a little. 

"Are you hungry?" The nurse now asked me. She was a petite looking Latin American, long dark hair, dark brown eyes and olive complexion. I liked her smile. She seemed curiously interested in me too, bustling about, tucking in my sheets, taking my blood pressure and temperature as we talked.

"A little," I had responded. "Mostly thirsty though, if I could perhaps get something to drink?"

I had noticed the name on her badge just over her left breast. "Carla" it said. "Carla Rodriguez, RN".

"Sure. What would you like?" She said looking at me directly now. I flicked my Bic, thinking quickly as I did. In the dim light of the room, I could see the tiny flicker of light in her own eyes.

"Hear me and listen," I said quickly thinking it. "All you'll remember is having gone about your duties, just as you always do, nothing more unless I suggest it, understood?" Carla nodded her head. "Good...in addition to some food, and something to drink which you'll do, remembering our conversation, that is all you'll remember doing, other than what I've already suggested to you, but right now...what I want you to do for me, is give me a hand-job. Will you do that for me Carla? Give me a nice sensual, pleasuring hand-job?"

Unlike with Gayleen, I felt little or no hesitation, no real internal struggle. I sensed even as she moved closer to my bed, her hand already slipping beneath the sheets, grasping my rapidly stiffening cock, this was something she had done before. I sensed it, sensed her thoughts, the obvious excitement, that element of danger perhaps that she'd experienced before. This wasn't new to her. And now I knew that! She stood next to me, looking down, smiling, her hand starting to caress and methodically stroke my cock there beneath the sheets. I spoke to her openly.

"I take it you've done this before yes?"

"Yes," she almost whispered, still smiling.

"Tell me about it. Tell me how and where you've done this before, while you're doing me. I want to hear it, it arouses me, it arouses you in the telling," I spoke. Already I could see her nipples were getting hard, even beneath the uniform she was wearing. For as petite as she was, she still had nice-sized breasts, and obviously large thick nipples for them to be showing so suddenly and so easily beneath the confining material.

Still stroking and teasing my cock there beneath the sheet, she began sharing her story with me.

"A few months ago, there was a man came in, he'd been in some sort of an industrial accident, had broken both his arms severely. Needless to say, they'd been cast, and for the better part of a week, he was likewise immobilized. We had to do everything for him of course, feeding him by hand, taking care of other personal needs and requirements for him because he couldn't do so for himself. All part of the job. Anyway...I'd come in for the evening shift, he was scheduled for a sponge bath, though reluctant and very nervous about my giving him one. Which I soon discovered as to why. He became aroused of course, which some men very often do. Again, we expect it, though going about our business, taught to ignore, pretend, even overlook it at times. That usually does the trick. Once they relax, 'it' relaxes," she laughed softly. "Except in this case...he stayed hard. Very...very hard. And he happened to have a very large one too. Very noticeable, hard not too...pardon the pun here. But his prick was tenting the sheet, seriously...just the way yours is doing now, only quite a bit more even. He was embarrassed obviously...but highly aroused too. I felt sorry for him. Very sorry. He'd been here nearly a week at this point, few if any visitors, mostly coworkers, unmarried as I'd eventually learned. Perhaps it was because he was. Because he was so attractive, and so vulnerable, that when he pleaded with me, pleaded with me to do something about it, something...anything...that I then did to him, what I am doing to you now."

"So you jerked him off, in order to help him out...relax him, satisfy his desperate need."

"Yes...I did," she said sounding almost dreamily as she said that, remembering, suddenly images filling my head of that moment, clear as day. I could see his face, see the room he was in, Carla, standing there beside him, just as she was with me. And she was right too, he had an enormous dick! It was huge! And then I saw something else, something as she thought ahead, still remembering.

"But then he got worried, got nervous about coming, what would happen, where he'd spurt, the mess he would soon be making."

"Yes he did," she said, once again sounding dreamily, almost far off as she spoke. 

"And he voiced those concerns to you, asking you what he should do...getting close then as he was."

"Yes he did," she said again. "But I'd already made up my mind how to handle it," she grinned looking at me, just as I saw in my mind the same smile on her face when she'd looked down at him.

"You're going to take my thick creamy load into your mouth, swallow it aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes I am," she grinned devilishly at me. "Whenever you're ready."

"I'm almost there now," I informed her. "Go ahead Carla, suck my cock...drink and swallow down my come for me."

Nervously she did look behind her, over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, if I see anyone, I'll say your name. If you hear it again, all will be as it was as I told you. You're just here performing your duty, your tasks...and on the way out to get me that drink I'd asked for earlier. Understood?"

She again nodded her head in understanding of that.

"Good. Very, very good. Now...suck my cock, suck it well, and make me cum. Make me cum baby, let me squirt off into that pretty little mouth of yours."

Carla lifted the sheet, leaned forward and devoured my cock, sucking it furiously. Moments later I was spurting what felt like a gallon of cream into her mouth. After she had finished doing that, I suggested she might want to have a drink of water, which would be the reminder to her to go and get me a drink of soda, as I'd asked. "Carla?" I said severing the connection almost immediately. She stood looking momentarily perplexed perhaps, but then shrugging it off.

"So...I'll get that soda for you, and then we'll see about getting you something to eat, and perhaps...if you'd like it, a nice sponge bath later on, just before bed."

That one I had "suggested", so it was nice to see her coming up with that one all by herself, no longer under the influence of anything. It was nice to know, that one had worked too. I had learned a lot, but I still had a lot to learn. One thing was for certain however, it had been longer than fifteen minutes in total between Gayleen and Carla. If there was a limitation to the duration of this, I still hadn't found it yet. But I wasn't done yet either.

**

Carla had returned with my soda, and shortly after that with something to eat, which wasn't half bad considering I wasn't on any kind of diet restrictions. I enjoyed my meal, watched a little TV, though most sat there thinking. This was in some ways far more complicated for me than just using the penny. At least then, I had an idea of how much time I had, and what limitations I had in using it. Now, though it seemed the ability was far stronger, and thus far more complex, I was almost back to square one here, in trying to figure out how to use it. And use it safely in doing so. What limitation I had, if any...remained to be seen. There were obvious obstacles. It still appeared that one could not force anyone into doing something against their nature. However, I was finding that there were subtle ways around that. Provided the person felt safe, that there was no threat, or coercion against what their own morals were perhaps, then it appeared to go pretty smoothly. It was when bumping up against that, that the "statue" effect came into play, which is what I now called it. Another nurse had come in to draw some blood, and I had taken that moment, and that opportunity to experiment again, something just as simple. The suggestion to her to likewise show me her tits, had resulted in her sitting there like a zombie, unmoving. It took a while to shake her free from that too, which was a bit unnerving. Her just sitting there, staring off into space having just begun to wrap the large elastic band around my arm prior to drawing blood. Eventually I got through to her, erasing what I'd said, even suggested. She came around, looking slightly bewildered, though only for a moment, and then finished her job, soon after leaving.




A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 02



So there were indeed limitations. I would learn now to gently probe a person's thoughts, see if they had inclinations in doing something that I might suggest, before actually suggesting it. That seemed to be the key here as I gradually found out.

Carla returned soon after the hospital settled in for the night. All was mostly quiet, Carla making quicker than usual rounds before coming into my room.

"How about that sponge bath before you settle in for the night?" She asked bringing in the things she would need with her in doing so.

"Sounds great. But before we do that, I need to use the restroom, but I'm still feeling a bit shaky here. Mind giving me a hand into the bathroom?" I asked. Carla came over to the bed, slipping her arm around me, one hand in hers as together we slowly walked across the room heading towards the restroom. I looked at her, once again flicking my Bic so to speak, though knowing know I would begin calling it something else. More like "sparking" as I imagined it, saw it...and almost always then saw that same little flicker of light in a person's eyes once I'd established that connection with them. Which was the case now in fact as Carla looked back at me.

She hadn't told me everything. There was more. A lot more. As I probed her thoughts, looking for a link, something to point me in the right direction here as to what she would...or wouldn't do. I discovered something. I found something curiously remarkable, a bit frightening even, yet totally amazing and remarkable. I saw the little light, and it was as though I could walk towards it, if that makes any sense...somehow following it. It seemed to elongate, turning into a pathway. I continued to follow it, though more thought than substance. Like a neuropath way, guiding me on. It abruptly ended, though when it did, it was like seeing a door opened, opening thoughts still held, locked away, secreted away perhaps, yet still there. It felt as though I had gone in through a back way for lack of a better way to describe it. Consciously, I was communicating with Carla about using the restroom, needing her help. On a subconscious level, I was accessing her thoughts, hidden away thoughts, that she herself wasn't even thinking about. It was the strangest, weirdest sensation. I was...where she wasn't. And almost instantaneously, I learned everything there was to know about Carla and the guy she had told me about. It was as though she had this tiny little section of memory, reserved away just for him. Like a single small book on a shelf, filled with volume after volume of additional memories.

Maybe it was me. Maybe this was how I had to see it in order to understand it. But as I pictured that, it's how I saw it. A full and complete library. Some books were dusty as though they hadn't been accessed for god knows how long. Others newer, clean looking, though most had no titles to them, or if they did there still wasn't much I fully understood, just bits and pieces of things. Abstract things, having no clear meaning to me, though perhaps they did for her. This one however, was indeed marked clear as day. "Broken arms guy," I even chuckled outwardly. Carla didn't even remember his name, only filing her memories and thoughts of him this way. "Broken arms guy, with a really big dick" as I finally made out the full elongated title she had filed him away by.

Oh yeah. She'd done more with him. A lot more.

Once inside the bathroom, I turned towards her, throwing out the immediate thought. "We're safe in here...know one will ever know," I told her silently. "You'd like to fuck me wouldn't you Carla? Don't be afraid, admit it if you'd like to do that, tell me...show me that's what you're thinking about if you would."

I lifted my hand towards her breast, caressing her, pressing her back against the door. She lowered her hand down between my legs, easily parting the flimsy hospital gown I had on. Obviously nothing on underneath it.

"I want to fuck you," she told me. 

"I know," I thought back without saying it, though she seemed to hear it anyway, accepting it, grinning from ear to ear. She now reached up, undoing her uniform top, her breasts coming into view as she likewise undid the front clasp for this particular bra she was wearing. I'd been correct in my assumption earlier. She had amazingly thick hard nipples, each one standing proud and erect now as I gathered them both between my fingers, gently massaging and rolling them around. She now hiked up her uniform skirt.

"Hurry, take off my panties," she told me urgently. "Take them off! Fuck me! Fuck me hard...fast, and deep!"

These were her words, not mine. I had only opened the book, causing her to remember, to feel the excitement, the passion again. Using it, interjecting myself, creating a new book, which now had my name on it. We began writing in it together.

I pulled her panties down her legs. She kicked them off to one side. Lifting her skirt again, I saw the tiny strip of dark fur just above her mons. I ran my hands down through it, down further, reaching the silkiness of her now very wet pussy. Lightly dragging a finger back up her furrow, now teasing her clit. Carla moaned, sinking her hands into my shoulders, though turning, bending forward, leaning against the door.

"Fuck me Brian, please...fuck me, fuck me hard deep and fast!" she stated once again, even more urgently this time.

I was only too happy to comply with her request. 

**

I plowed into her, just as she wanted it. In one lunge, one deep penetrating plunge into her silken cavern, I was suddenly balls deep. She grunted, the thrust taking her breath away, though she cried out pleasurably seconds later.

"Again!"

I pulled out, almost all the way, and then shoved, impaling her just a deeply, now grinding against her, pushing her into the door.

"Fuck me you prick! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck meeeeeee!" She wailed as I began doing just that.

I could sense her pleasure. Just like before, sensing and feeling her joy, every bit as fully as my own. The oddness of her pussy, like having one. Feeling a cock...my cock, sliding in and out, the nerve endings of her sweet little clit, firing off like a myriad of differing synapses, sending signals to her brain, as well as my own. The pleasure centers of each merged, joined...combined as I continued to fuck her into oblivion, and likewise...myself. I felt her climax begin, triggering my own, or was it my own triggering hers? It mattered not. We came as one. Powerfully, forcefully...totally. The climax itself once again beyond anything I had ever experienced before. But likewise...so was it for her as well. She screamed, hoping the closed door would muffle the sound of our mutual explosion as her cunt clenched around my cock, milking it fully. Spurt after delicious spurt firing off inside her womb, bathing the sweet tight fuck tunnel that still gripped me.

We both collapsed, slithering down the door onto the floor where we lay in a heap together, trying to catch our collective breaths.

"Oh my god...my god! I swear it Brian, never...never have I. Never, ever...have I ever been fucked quite like that!"

And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she never had been either, or at least felt or had an orgasm quite like that. But then again...neither had I.

**

After we had finally gathered ourselves together again, only then did I interject my thoughts, through the back-door so to speak.

"You'll remember this, but only if you want to Carla. If you enjoyed it, if it's something that doesn't cause you worry or concern, then enjoy it, remember it, even reflect on it, and possibly entertain the thought of doing so again if we can. If however, now knowing...realizing what we just did. If it bothers you in the least, causes you grief. Then this never happened. You won't remember it, all you will remember is giving me the sponge bath. The minute I say your name, the choice will be yours."

I let go of the spark, letting it wink out once we'd reached my bed again, climbing back in.

"Thank you...Carla," I told her.

"No, thank you!" She said winking, and then grinning at me. "Sorry we couldn't give you the sponge bath, perhaps tomorrow, if you're still here," she told me. "But...that was far fucking better, at least for me anyway."

"Yeah...me too Carla. Way fucking better!"

**

After the little bit I had learned however, I was now anxious to experiment further. I needed to confirm my findings, write everything down of course, and then do it again. I was anxious to see Gayleen, but even more anxious to again see Carol. Between the two of them, I could practice, again hone my skills, and find what limitations to this there still might be. And then after being secure with that, trying it elsewhere perhaps. Trying it on people I knew, as well as people I didn't know. The possibilities here, were endless. What would I discover? What could I find out, make people do...or find I could not? I was excited just thinking about it, got very little sleep as I sat there in my bed. Carla once came in to check on me, but I feigned sleep then. A short time later, another nurse, this one much, much older had taken over her shift. Only then making her rounds, just before morning. She wasn't much to look at. Perhaps she'd looked a lot better in her day, with much less weight, worry lines, and age now giving her a sour, almost burly appearance. She came in, professional, businesslike, going about her work as she once again prepared to take my blood pressure, hopefully for the last damn time. I looked her in the eyes, made the spark, saw the same light in her eyes...and held her there momentarily.

"Now then, what deep dark secrets do you have?" I asked as I now followed the pathway of that little blue light as it stretched out through the corridor of her mind.

What I found made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. After I had checked out the following morning, I made an anonymous call to the police station. I informed them of a particular nurse, her name of course, where she worked. And the fact that they should start with her, looking into inexplicable deaths lately. Particularly those of elderly men in that particular hospital. There had been several over the course of the last few years. Not enough to really raise any suspicions, or questions. No, she was too smart for that, too careful, except where she kept a secret diary, and press clippings, obituaries, those of each man's life she had taken. I saw the secret place in her apartment. The section of floor just inside her closet. Everything the police would need in piecing all of this together. Complete with a lock of hair, from each and every one of her victims.

Sometimes being the "good-guy" even if it was only part-time, had its rewards. Though I still wasn't quite ready to put on the cape yet. Unless it was a gray one...then maybe.

But...I had hopefully done my good deed for the day. I'd gotten a crazy woman off the streets, as the headlines would prove themselves out a day later, after she'd been arrested, and what I'd given over to them found out.

What I needed now however, was a little diversion, something a bit more interesting and fun for me. It was time to go over and see Carol again.

**

Having taken my doctors advice, I'd decided to take off both Friday, as well as Monday from work and school, thus giving myself a nice long weekend to recoup, though again I felt fine...more than under the new unusual circumstances. And I was still anxious to see Carol again too, so on a spur of the moment, I headed over to her place, hoping to catch her at home. I knew she worked as a realtor, but only when she had too. Most of the time, she was home. Unfortunately, her car wasn't in the driveway, but Jenny's was. Unusual too, as Jenny was still in high school. 

"Hmm," I thought, wondering. And though I really had no expectations, and certainly wasn't about to muddy up the water so to speak, it was the perfect opportunity to test things out once again, on someone new, but also on someone I was reasonably familiar with. Ever since we'd been kids, Jenny and I hadn't ever really gotten along all that well. In fact, the older she got, it seemed the more she came to despise me for some reason. Just before "Jim" as he was now called, had gone off to college, we'd spent those last few weeks hanging around together, very much of it at his place, though even back then, I enjoyed it when we did, spending more time around Carol, getting to know her a lot better too. Whenever Jenny was there however, she'd give me the evil eye, or say something obnoxious, or purposely try to spoil some movie or sports program we were watching, turning off the TV, and then running away with the remote. Once, I had actually chased her all the way down the hallway, just barely grabbing her before she could close the door to her room. She'd shoved the remote down the front of her blouse, daring me to get it.

I did. She was pissed at me for weeks after that. Silly me.

Needless to say I wasn't at all surprised when Jenny answered the door. Though I was slightly surprised in the way she had answered it, no doubt...only because her mother wasn't home for one thing. Or perhaps...she was expecting someone else besides me. She was clearly surprised, and then just as quickly, agitated by my presence. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked standing behind the screen door.

"Well if you must know, I was talking to your mother about UCLA, am considering going there in the fall. Had a couple of additional questions for her about it," I began.

"Well she's not here. Won't be home until later on this evening, she's showing a house." Jenny actually started to close the inside door on me.

"Wait! Can I at least leave her a message or something?" I asked, figuring...knowing Jenny, she wouldn't bother telling her mother I had even been by.

"I guess," she said folding her arms beneath her breasts, glaring at me. I stood looking back at her.

"I'll need some paper, and something to write on it with, can I borrow something?" I asked feeling a little agitated towards her myself now. This is the way it had always been between us, for more years than I could even begin to remember. "And why is that?" I suddenly asked myself. "Why does Jenny hate me so damn much anyway?" It suddenly became a secret I'd like to ferret out now...especially since I could.

"I suppose," she finally said stepping back, the only indication I was actually being invited in. I opened the screen door, stepped inside capturing her eyes directly as I did so. And summoned the little spark.

"You're fine...we're fine," I assured her. "Now...just stand there, as though dreaming, but awake, and answer me this then Jenny...why is it that you hate me so much anyway?"

I saw the pathway, followed it, the door to my question just beyond. Already Jenny's deep dark secret thoughts betraying her. I sensed her response, even as she spoke, answering. Her tone not quite as ambivalent towards me as it had been. "I don't hate you Brian, I just don't like you very much is all," she said hedging her bet here. Even as our minds spoke, communicating on this conscious plain, I was already entering through the back door, the secrets to her thoughts soon revealed to me as I entered in, once again finding a library, which is how I still think I needed to see it, in order to understand what I was seeing...doing. Not too surprisingly perhaps, there wasn't that many books here, not too many with dust on them either, and those books, small ones...reminding me very much of the thin children's books we used to read. Only there was one...mixed in amongst a few of those. Slightly larger, a bit thicker perhaps as I picked it up. It was called, "I was in love with you Brian Jones! And you were mean to me because of it!"

It's how she had filed this one away. And now I knew the reason, but not the entire story. I decided to dig a little deeper as consciously, I now told Jenny to lead me into the house where I could get some pen and paper from her. We did that, me tagging along inside her head along for the ride as she searched out her mother's bill cabinet. All the while, hearing her thoughts, as well as reading and discovering her secret ones. Like being in two places at the same time, which in a sense...I really was. 

"I hate you Brian Jones, for not being the one that I eventually lost my virginity too, when all I ever wanted was for you to be the one when the time came. I hate you for never noticing me, for being two...count em, just two fucking years older than me, but never even giving me a moment's notice. I happen to have tits too you know, and nice ones too! Though you'll sure as hell never see them, not now anyway. Especially since you'll be leaving to go off to school soon, and then...just like my brother, see you what...once? Twice a year if I'm lucky? No! Fuck you Brian. Fuck you for making me love you...and hate you, all at the same time!"

"Here," she then said digging out a note pad and a pen, all but throwing them at me. "Write your note...I'll make sure she gets it."

I looked at her, smiling, disarming her a bit as I wrote. "I must say Jenny, you've really changed you know, a lot since we really hung around one another. You're beautiful in fact, and I bet, you're probably one of the most popular girls in the school now these days aren't you?" I looked up, handing her the note. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide in surprise, perhaps shock even.

"I ah...I ah, well...I..." "Read the note Jenny," I told her, ready to project my thought into her head as she did so.

She read, "If you really do hate me as much as you say you do...then I'll leave, and I won't come back here and bother you again, not ever. If however, you still feel something towards me, the way I think you do...then let's get rid of that hate, maybe develop something else, maybe even be good friends, or better friends...or perhaps even, lovers. It's entirely up to you Jenny, your call. What's it going to be?"

I reached out, taking the note back, slipping it into my pocket as she stood there, that statue effect, for a moment at least. Indecision playing havoc with her emotions, feelings...reality.

"You...you really think I've changed? That I'm...I'm..."

"Beautiful? Yes I do Jenny. And I could honestly kick myself, for not really paying any attention to you until now. But to be perfectly honest about it, I figured you never really did like me, so what was the point? Why make a fool out of myself chasing a girl who didn't really want to have anything to do with me? No sense making things worse than they already were, which is why...I would hope that at least now, now that you are older and more mature, we can both put those silly thoughts and times behind us. What do you say?"

"What I say is...mom's not going to be home for several hours, how about you and I sit down and have a nice quiet little chat."

I smiled at her. "I'd like that," I said. "I think it's about time the two of us buried the hatchet."

She smiled back, turning, walking into the family den, though I could see her hands doing something as she did that, entering, turning around. She'd undone the buttons on her blouse, she wasn't wearing a bra either. "Oh, I think it's way past doing anything like that Brian. In fact...I was thinking along the lines of burying something else, what do you think?" She slipped out of her blouse now, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, the one's I'd been surprised to see her standing there in when she opened the door.

As I had done with Carla, I told her mentally, if this was really something she wanted, would feel good about having done afterwards, then she could keep the book. If not...I would hand her the second note I had also written. This one for her mom, and that one, is the only one she'd remember my giving her just before I turned and left.




A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 02



"Alright Jenny, all up to you now...do I stay? Or do I go?"

"Get your pants off," she said leering at me. "Let's see what it is I've been fantasizing about now for all these years!"

As I began to undress, looking at her, I also realized this could get very, very tricky. I had every intention of seeing where I could likewise take this with her mother, with Carol. But I also knew I didn't want to fuck either relationship up either. This would take some additional thinking no doubt, as to how to do that. But right now, I had other business to attend to. For one, I now had a very gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde, with nice firm breasts, pink nipples, and a very, very bare pussy, all puffy and swollen...just waiting for me.

I'd worry about the other details later...

To be continued... 



A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 03



I sat down on the couch next to Jenny, the two of us naked now. We kissed, hands everywhere at once it seemed, touching, exploring, teasing one another wildly. And as we did that, I sought the little light inside her mind, wanting to explore her in other ways. For one, I wanted to ensure this was indeed something she wanted, that I hadn't inadvertently implanted a thought or desire of my own that wasn't in line with her own desires. As I did that, I discovered something else too. Not only was there one little dancing spark of light, but two. I knew one was hers, one was mine, though how I knew that, sensed that...I didn't know. They danced together, circling one another just as we were doing physically. I sensed the joy, peace and excitement within the two lights as they sometimes joined, becoming one, and then separating again almost with a sense of loss briefly. But I now knew without any doubt whatsoever, this was something Jenny had been dreaming of, wanting...for a very, very long time.

I felt better about this, elated in fact, running my hands over and around her gorgeous breasts, familiarizing myself with them, teasing and tapping her hard little nipples with my finger tips. But I was still troubled and worried too. Having now made peace, having now made this intimate connection with Jenny, I didn't want this causing problems later on between her and her mother. I felt almost guilty sitting here now, realizing this. I had every intention of exploring more of the same with Carol as well. But how could I accomplish that without causing either one of them pain or grief should either one of them learn of my involvement with the other? That was something I had to find an answer to, and soon.

But I was getting better at this "being in two places at once thing," as I now saw it. Physically speaking, acting, moving and communicating on the waking level, and yet...thoughts which I knew were my own, asking...seeking, searching and exploring inside that subconscious place within a person's mind, where they themselves were not thinking. The library, the books of their memories carefully arranged, sitting on the shelves waiting to be opened, accessed and read again. Or others, much like the one I was looking at now. Open, laying on a small desk (did I just create that? Or did she?) Blank pages, suddenly being written in, words almost magically appearing, filling each as the pages turned. In some ways it was a bit disconcerting, and yet I managed it. Talking verbally, communicating with words and actions...like now, kissing her deeply, tongues fencing and toying with one another, hands caressing one another's genitals. And yet...my thoughts, lingering here inside her mind, our twin lights still sparing, intermingling with one another, this new book now being written in even as I stood here.

And then something new happened. Totally, and completely unexpectedly, almost causing me to release the little spark I was holding onto. It was so startling, that at first I didn't know how to react to it. So much so, I myself became a statue, though only for a moment, only long enough for Jenny to ask me in the physical, if I was ok...if anything was wrong. I shook it off, assuring her everything was just fine, that I was just still blown away we were now doing what we were. She laughed at that, pulled my head down to her breast, and told me to suck it, which I began doing.

And while doing that...I saw one of her other books suddenly come off the shelf. It was a large, thick, almost heavy looking book. It had one word, one title on the spine. It read simply, "Mom".

Of course I realized it wasn't necessary to actually "read the book," after all, these were just thoughts she was having, thinking...even as we kissed, even as we mutually masturbated one another, pleasuring one another, sitting there on the couch together side-by-side. The book was literally, and figuratively speaking, just a sign...an indication she was thinking something else. Accessing memories, or making new ones. The fact that it was with regards to her mother in some way though, intrigued me, worried me a bit. I relaxed, intercepted her thoughts as she had them.

"I wonder what mom will think when I tell her about this. After all this time, we're finally going to do it...be together, he's going to fuck me...no, make love to me. Brian's soon going to have this gorgeous hard cock of his buried deep inside my pussy!"

"Shit!" I actually thought, and saying it aloud.

"What?" She asked, her secret private thoughts suddenly evaporating, the "mom" book disappearing, back on the shelf again, for the moment anyway. "What's wrong?"

"Oh...ah, nothing, not really. I was just thinking...well hell Jenny, it's not like I was expecting this. I ah...don't have anything. You know?"

She laughed then, relaxing again. "Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill, have been for a couple of years now. No need to worry," she giggled again. "So does that mean you DO want to fuck me?" She asked.

"No actually," I said seeing her eyes widen a bit. "What I'm going to do however...is make love to you. How does that sound?"

"It sounds...perfect. But not here. Let's go upstairs to my room."

I followed her, but as I did...I attempted to do something. Something totally foreign, something so risky that I wasn't sure it would even work. But I had no choice now. I had to do something, something to protect not only myself, but Jenny, and her mother too. As we climbed the stairs together, I accessed her "mom" book. In my mind, opening it, turning to the last page where she'd left off...reading back, and then mentally erasing what I felt she couldn't share with her mother. And there I wrote:

"Under no circumstances...ever...will you share anything with your mother about us. Every time you even think about doing so, you will immediately erase that thought from your mind. If you even hear anything with regards to that, from any other source, including your mother, those words will likewise be immediately forgotten as though never spoken, never shared. They simply will not exist!" I don't know why, but I added an exclamation point. It was like putting a lock on the passage, or writing it in her private book with permanent ink that could never be erased. As a safeguard, I then added a few more lines, another form of security perhaps, protection, though this one I still wasn't sure of. Perhaps later, when the moment was right, I'd test it out. For the time being however, I had done everything I could think of to do. I then put the book back on the shelf, rejoining her thoughts again as we entered her bedroom. Curious...I asked her.

"Jenny? Because I have every intention of fucking your mother later, I don't want that to ever be an issue between us, ok? What we do, what we share...is between us. Likewise for your mother and I? Understood?"

Once again, almost trancelike, I felt her accessing that book, thoughts confused momentarily, the statue effect briefly taking place. She read the passage, smiled, and came back into herself again, grinning at me.

"Ok," she said almost dreamily, and then back to her "now" self...the physical side of her, as her eyes cleared, focusing on me now. "We'll keep all this just between you and I," she assured me. "Now Brian...come make love to me, though I still want to hear you tell me how much you like fucking my pussy." She made no comment, no mention of the fact I'd just told her I had planned on fucking her mother too. Obviously, the block, the passage I had written inside that book was doing what it was supposed to do.

Problem solved, at least on Jenny's side. But I now knew I could do the same thing with her mother when I saw her again. But right now though, I had a pussy to fuck. And oddly enough, I didn't want any more distractions other than just the two of us, pleasuring and enjoying one another. For the time being, I snuffed out the little spark. I'd bring it back again when the two of us got close to climaxing.

I was curious to see just how intense her orgasms were!

**

Before we really got down to business, Jenny spread out a large thick towel across her bed, and then having me lay down on my back as she straddled me. I already knew, this was her favorite position, so had even suggested it to her, seeing her eyes light up with arousal and excitement.

"What's the towel for anyway?" I asked.

"You'll see soon enough," she giggled. "Let's just say...I tend to get wet. Very...very wet."

I was already looking forward to that, to experiencing that with her, and letting her experience my orgasm as well, though she really had no clue that she eventually would be. Without actually inserting my cock yet, she lay prone over me, her firm full breasts pressing against my chest, the softness of them arousing and exciting me even more. I could feel the slickness of her pussy, the folds of her cunt already wrapping themselves gingerly about my hard stiff cock, not yet inside her, but against her.

"How's that feel?" She asked sliding against me, teasing my cock with her slick moist cunt.

"Heavenly," I told her, meaning it. Briefly enjoying the solitude of my own thoughts, not yet sharing those with her, or she with me either for that matter. As much as I had learned, and still had to learn, I also enjoyed this separation too. Being myself, allowing Jenny for the most part, to now be herself as well. Even discovery in this way, had its moment.

"I've been thinking...fantasizing about this moment for years Brian," she told me as she continued to slither up and down my hard stiff cock.

"I know Jenny...me too, though I never told you of course, never let you know that I had, or that I did."

She smiled at that, a tear actually coming into her eyes. "Did you know that I still have a tee shirt of yours? Something you once left here, I stole it." She giggled. "Every once in a while, I'd wear it to bed. For a time, it still had your smell on it, until mom washed it..." she added giggling again. "But I used to pretend you where there in bed with me, making love to me, like we are now. I'd caress my breasts, imagine it was your hands caressing me, and then touching...fingering me, fingering myself as I imagined the two of us fucking."

I had in fact done the same, though never telling anyone of course. Especially her. Thinking at the time that Jenny despised me, hated me...which in a way she did, though for reasons at the time I hadn't understood. Now I did.

"I would come so hard thinking about you, thinking about this...wondering if we'd ever actually be doing anything like this together."

"We are now," I all but whispered to her. She reached down, guiding me up, placing me, and then looked at me, and slowly, inch by precious inch, began easing herself down over my straining shaft. "Oh god! You're in me Brian! You're finally in me!"

"Yes I am baby...yes...I...am!"

I locked eyes with her again, felt and made the little spark inside the two of us. Felt it merge, mingle, dancing once again, just as we were. Just as Jenny began riding up and down my shaft, impaling herself, impaling me. I felt the sense of rapture, bliss, coming from us both, as I knew she did. I could feel, sense her secretions, the moisture, the smells, every one intensified. And by the look in her eyes, the jumble of pleasure suddenly consuming her mind and thoughts, almost too much to distinguish between, too rapid...we fucked. Our passion, ecstasy, joy increasing two fold, and then ten. 

"Oh my god!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. And we exploded, together...as one. Me a fountain inside her, she...a fountain outside, drenching me.

It was again, a new...interesting sensation, feeling her squirt like that, as though I was doing it myself...and she, likewise, no doubt feeling the same exact intensity as well. Each and every pulsation of my prick as it threw rope after rope of semen into her pussy. Her body convulsing, jerking almost spasmodically as we shared this climatic bliss together. We collapsed in a heap, blackness consuming us both, a universe of stars all around. And I felt, as though, for a moment anyway, we were a part of them. Or maybe...just maybe, they were a part of us.

**

By the time I got home, mom was standing in the kitchen fixing dinner. Though I could see by the look on her face, she wasn't as happy as she normally was, though she tried hiding it as she spoke to me.

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour or so...I'm running just a little late," she added trying to smile. But I could see just in the way she was acting, something was up. I walked over to her, lifting her chin up, giving her a quick loving kiss, though I flicked my Bic, created the spark, and quickly accessed her recent thoughts.

She and dad had had a silly fight, over nothing really. With the recent events they had both been stressed. Mom's way of dealing with that, had been through the need to be held, even caressed, made love to as a way of recovering from that. Dad was just the opposite. Always had been. He'd withdraw, become consumed in some TV program, or perhaps a book, totally ignoring mom, oblivious to her present needs. They were exact opposites.

"Mom," I said holding her...speaking to her. In a minute I will give you a reason to forget all about dinner. When I do that, you're going to go upstairs, take a nice long leisurely bath. After which, you're going to put on something sexy, something very, very sexy and revealing for dad. You'll then come down stairs wearing it, surprising him, as it's early evening. But it's ok, he'll know by then...as you will, that I won't be home for the evening. The two of you will come together then, pleasure and enjoy one another in ways that perhaps you haven't done in years."

And with that, I released her, winking out the little spark.

"Don't worry about me," I told her. "I already have plans for the evening, so I probably won't even be home at all tonight," I now informed her. "Why don't you and dad just plan on having an evening to yourselves? How does that sound?"

She smiled. Smiling in a way that told me she was already thinking about the suggestion I'd just given her. Almost mischievous in her response back to me. "Planning on a little late night fun?" She asked, which was not totally out of character for her, but bordering on it.

"I am yes..." I responded back kissing her on the cheek, giving her a friendly hug. "So, since I am...why don't you go and relax, forget all about dinner, and enjoy an nice romantic evening with dad." She giggled like a schoolgirl, even reaching over, turning off the stove.

"You know? That's not a bad idea, I think I'm going to do just that!" She removed her apron, once again kissing me, lovingly. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do," she laughed again, and then turned, almost racing up the stairs. I shook my head, dad was in for one big fucking surprise, but not if I left him sitting there the way he was either. I walked in to the den. He was reading the paper.

"Dad?" He looked up. Our eyes locked. I planted a suggestion, though he seemed to resist it for some reason. Dad was being difficult. I needed to find something, find a way around it, prepare him basically for mom before she came down stairs and attempted to seduce him. Might blow up in her face if she did, and if dad remained withdrawn, unresponsive to her, no matter how she might look when she came back down the stairs again.

"Mom's horny dad...she needs you. She needs you to make love to her, thrill her and please her. And not just some kind of quickie either. She needs something, something special from you tonight. So what will it take dad? What will it take for you to get thinking along those lines? What will make you do anything she asks you to do for her tonight?"

I saw the little light, the pathway...I followed it. Not at all surprised to discover that just like everyone else, we all had a secret little room. A place where we put our thoughts, thoughts we'd normally never share with anyone. "What really gets you hot dad? What arouses you the most. Go on, you can tell me...mom's upstairs, she'll be there a while, you've got plenty of time dad. What is it? Go on...show me, what is it?"

I saw the images now, his thoughts betraying his secrets. The hidden compartment behind the entertainment center. Surprising me, as I had no clue it was there. I watched him as he reached inside. Oddly, I saw him younger, by a few years at least. It had obviously been a while, whatever it was. He pulled out a DVD from this secret compartment, now inserting it into the player, turning it on. I was expecting porn, perhaps some deviant kind of porn or something, something secretive and unusual for dad. And...in a way it was. Though I certainly hadn't expected what I now saw, or stood watching. Suddenly the image I'd been seeing, fluttered...jumped. I'd been looking at a memory, the aftermath. What I saw now, was just before all that. Dad...coming home from a trip unexpectedly. Wanting to surprise mom perhaps, and then being surprised. Walking quietly up the stairs to their bedroom, expecting to find mom in bed perhaps, sleeping. Only she wasn't. She was in the bathroom, the door open, though the sound of the tub running masked any sound he might have made. I watched as though looking over his shoulder as he stepped just inside the door of the bathroom, seeing mom, and then backing out quickly.

It was even odd for me, seeing this. Seeing it through dad's eyes, just as he did. As he remembered it, obviously now treasured it. Mom...laying in the tub, the faucet full on, though the drain was open. The cascade of water pummeling her pussy, using it to masturbate herself with. Laying there, playing with her breasts (damn...mom really does have nice looking breasts) I realized, seeing them in a unique way perhaps. But I was. Dad...now coming back, the small video camera they owned in hand. He...now filming her, unbeknownst to her obviously. But even more interesting to me, though this was still a little weird, was seeing dad, now naked...standing there, stroking himself, using a pair of mom's panties while doing so. And mom...totally unaware that he was, filming her, as she in turn, got herself off, laying there beneath the faucet in the bathtub.

The video then...dad sitting there, watching this, getting aroused, watching mom, using her panties. All still secret, things she didn't know, things he hadn't shared, hadn't dared express to her.

"It's time dad," I said simply. Put in the video, be watching it...when she comes down. Let her see you doing it, let her know what you like, what you enjoy. Share it with her, don't be afraid dad...express yourself. It's ok, its good...mom will be surprised yes, but pleased too. Trust me. Trust me dad, it'll be the best damn thing that's ever happened to the two of you."

I let go then, after telling him he'd remember this, the urge and desire, once he heard me leaving. Knowing where mom was, what she was doing.

I had one more little suggestion to make however, and hurriedly ran back up the stairs before mom entered her bathroom. Her door was closed, though I knocked, just catching her in time as she invited me in, just having put on her robe.

"Just getting ready to leave mom, wanted to say goodnight, tell you to have a good time tonight with dad." I fired up the flame, spoke to her briefly, in what would no doubt feel like barely a moment. Hinting...suggesting, even preparing her for what she'd see, and not to be shocked by it...but flattered instead. "Trust me mom, you'll like it. I promise you. Have a good time with dad!"

And with that, I soon left. I had no doubt in my mind the two of them would have one of the best evenings they'd ever had together in a very, very long time.

**

The problem was, I now had a couple of hours to kill before meeting Carol. I had called her, asking if she could meet later, after showing the house. She liked the idea, but with Jenny home for the evening, she had asked if I'd feel like coming over, to where she was...after she had closed up for the day. I said I would, liking the idea. Something about being in someone else's house, though with their permission in a sense. Though I was also looking forward to doing the same things with Carol, I had done with Jenny. It was imperative now, that I place the same safeguards with her, that I'd done with her daughter.




A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 03



I drove over close to the area where she was at, located a nice quiet out of the way little outdoor café, and decided to sit there for a bit, wait for her call. As I sat enjoying my coffee, I reflected on what I had done and suggested to mom and dad. Fairly confident and assured, they would indeed be in for a nice surprise this evening. That perhaps, a few doors had been opened that had been closed for way too fucking long! As I sat thinking about that, I wondered...what else might I do in helping to pass the time? What more could I learn? I needed to confirm what I had learned, that went without saying. Confirmation of anything I had done or accomplished was important in seeing if I could do it the same way with anyone. I finished my coffee, it was time for another. One of the girls behind the counter was damn cute, I wondered if she'd be easy enough to tap into, learn anything. Which might be a bit tricky, especially in this kind of an environment. But maybe...if I was quick, I might at least learn something useful about her.

I planned everything ahead, knew what I was going to say, and how to say it. We were only talking moments here, it was about all I would have, without raising suspicions by anyone else standing nearby when I did this. Even then I waited until it was far less busy, no one else waiting for coffees to be made when I walked back in. Her name was Jules, embroidered over her breast as I glanced at it, needing the familiarity. I looked her in the eye, made the spark, even then being in two places at once, placing a second order for coffee with her, all the while accessing her thoughts, simultaneously, instantaneously as she stood there looking at me, briefly, momentarily a statue. I let go. I had found what I was looking for, pleased with myself.

"That'll be five, thirty-five," Jules said ringing me up. No more than perhaps five, six seconds had passed. Not enough to take notice of anything, or the somewhat blank stare on her face, which she'd held for that time. After serving me my second coffee, I watched her go into the back, no doubt telling someone she needed a five minute break or so...and then walking out, fixing her hair, straightening herself, and walking straight over to another table where this guy was sitting. He looked surprise as she asked him if she could sit for a moment. Damn surprised, but very pleased too. I smiled, took my coffee and walked back outside again to sit at my table. Feeling a bit like Johnny Appleseed for some reason. 

In that split second of time, I had picked up on her emotions, the thoughts she was having. "The cute guy at that table over there." It wasn't much. But enough to go on, have some fun with. I had told her simply, "Go on...go over introduce yourself, let him know you're interested in him. You'll hate yourself if you don't." It was an easy one. Simple as that. And she had. This was fun, but I now needed another challenge, time to spread a few more seeds perhaps, make someone else's day. I wondered.

I took my time, looking around. Watching people on the street, coming and going. A ways off, I could see a couple walking down the sidewalk together. Obviously lovers, dating...or perhaps married, though newly so. They were holding hands, affectionately conversing, laughing, taking their time.

"This could be interesting," I thought, wondering if I could pull this one off. It would take some doing, and I'd have to be quick about it, as well as not make it too obvious to anyone else. Timing would be everything.

They were across the street, slightly up and away from me as they approached, stopping occasionally to window shop as they did, just strolling along. I looked at the stores they had yet to pass by. One of them a pet shop. I'd been by there before. I knew they'd no doubt have new puppies in a pen for everyone to see. I had to rely on her stopping to look, even if he didn't care to. I'd have to time this, pretending to stop to take a look myself, garnering their attention...simultaneously! If...I even could. Something new here to try. I finished my coffee, stood, and then strolled across the street well ahead of them.

I looked in windows opposite from them, gauging their pace as we converged on one another, drawing closer to the pet store, arriving at the exact same time. Sure enough, she stopped pulling him over, the two of them now looking as I did. Luckily, there were indeed several new puppies, playing, roughhousing together.

"Cute aren't they?" I said as the couple luckily both turned towards me at the sound of my voice. I flicked my Bic, saw the spark showing in BOTH of their eyes, and smiled...holding them briefly together like that. "So...do the two of you enjoy adventure? Excitement? Especially if it feels a little dangerous?" As I'd hoped, especially with this couple, I got the immediate sense that they did...or had on occasion anyway. No blocks here to worry about, hopefully.

"There's a little alley, right next to this building. It would be a good place to have some fun in, be a little naughty together," I said implanting the thought, the suggestion, using images instead of words this time in doing so. I let go, turned, walking off as though only just having spoken, stopping a moment later, peering into the window of another store, just in time to see the two of them suddenly turn, heading down the alley. I grinned, slowly walking back, standing at the side of the building, briefly, carefully looking down the alley. Sure enough, by now, the young woman was actually kneeling there before him, his hard cock getting sucked as he leaned against the building watching her do that. I smiled, whistling a tune as I headed off towards my car, and hopefully the phone call I'd soon be receiving.

**

I had barely gotten back to my car when the phone rang. Sure enough, it was Carol.

"Guess what? I made the sale!" She said excitedly. "Just a few minor details remaining, but I sold the home I was showing!" She again informed me, almost giddily. "We need to celebrate!" She told me with a very sultry sounding voice, only then giving me the address, it was close by. "Come in the back way, I'll leave the door unlocked. After that...just follow the trail of clothes leading over towards the stairs. After that, you'll have to look for me," she teased hanging up.

Two minutes later I was walking along the path that led into the entryway out back. The place was enormous, bigger than anything I'd seen or ever been in. The only entry appeared to be one through a pair of sliding glass doors. Sure enough, they were unlocked, and as she'd stated, I saw a pair of shoes, then a jacket, skirt...blouse, eventually her bra draped over the banister, and half way up the stairs, a pair of panties and pantyhose. I saw a small light coming from the far bedroom down the hall, heading towards it. I stepped through the door, she was already laying in bed beneath the sheets, hopefully naked, which judging by the trail of clothes she'd left, she should be.

"Anything in particular you'd like to do?" I asked as I slipped off my clothes, soon joining her. Even as she purred, stroking me, as I stroked her, there was indeed something I needed to do first. I kissed her, and then looked deeply into her eyes for a moment. In seconds, she was mine, and I was standing inside one...just one...of her many secret little rooms.

But I didn't have time right now to do any exploring, or ask any questions. What I needed to do was write the same things I'd written in Jenny's book, into hers. I looked...or rather thought, finding it immediately as a book once again appeared in front of me. It simply said "Jenny" on the spine. I opened it automatically to the first blank page, and then placed the same safeguards there, I had placed in Jenny's book. Now...it was time to play.

I had felt something nearby however as I'd stood there writing in her book, the sensation of naughty arousal yes, but it had an edge to it for some reason. Something she'd obviously, and most recently been thinking about. I could almost smell it, the sensation so strong. Even as I now began physically licking and sucking her breasts, continuing to arouse her that way, I probed her thoughts, picking up the trail again. She had indeed been fantasizing earlier, thinking about whatever it was.

"Tell me..." I whispered like an afterthought. "You know you want to. You'd enjoy seeing my reaction, actually telling me your fantasy, this naughty dirty thought you've been entertaining. Would I be interested? Would it arouse me as much as it obviously arouses you? You won't know...not unless you tell me, share it with me. Go ahead Carol...tell him. Tell him what naughty dirty little secret you've recently been entertaining!"

She moaned softly as I began making my way down her body, purposely teasing her with my tongue, hands and fingers now taking over where my lips and mouth had been working her breasts. My goal obvious.

"I can smell your heat...your want," I groaned audibly. "I can hardly wait to taste you," I offered. "You're making me so horny Carol. Are you as horny as I am baby? Have you been thinking naughty, dirty...even filthy thoughts?"

"Oh yes...yes I have," she moaned just as deeply now.

"And what were they honey?" I asked just then lightly, ever so lightly running my tongue up her slick wet furrow, not quite lapping at her clit, not just yet. "What were you fantasizing about Carol? Before I got here? What were you remembering, or thinking about wanting to do?"

And then just like that, she was. The images suddenly shared, filling my head. Sharp...crystal clear, sultry, wicked images that surprised me a little, though making me smile. Not too unexpectedly, I saw myself in this fantasy, but what was surprising...there was another woman too. No one I recognized, or ever saw before, but she was there. And then oddly enough, she was in this bed, this same bed, with us.

"There's...well, there's this woman I know, that I sort of work with."

"Another realtor?" 

"Yes, Susan...she's, a blonde, attractive, something about her. I...I experimented a little in college, you know...we all do, or many do anyway," she added. "Not that I've ever really been attracted, or into women...but something about her, for some reason. Anyway, I was just fantasizing, imagining...the three of us."

I knew it all now...already way ahead of her, seeing it, seeing it as she lay here waiting for me, masturbating, fantasizing about it, though I made her tell me, made he say the words even though I'd already seen her entire fantasy by now. It was still erotic, hearing her do so, telling me as I licked and now happily lapped away at her burning clit.

"Would you like that Carol? Would you like it if she were to join us? Do to you what you just shared with me? The two of us, pleasuring you?"

She laughed at that. "Fat chance...it's just a fantasy Brian. She's straight for one thing, sure...we get along well, we've even shared a few things, but I seriously doubt she'd ever really go for anything like that. Like I said it's just a fantasy Brian...just something a little naughty fun to think about is all. After all, you did ask."

"What's her number?" I now asked leaning up on my elbows looking at her, grinning at her wickedly.

"You can't be serious!" She said incredulously. "You wouldn't!"

"Won't hurt to try...you might even be surprised."

"But what if she says no? What if after hearing about this, she freaks out? Then what? It could cause problems for me Brian. For you."

"It won't. Trust me," I said reassuring her, though at the same time, likewise convincing her subconscious to allow me to try, to call her...to feel her out a little."

"We'll start off easy with her Carol, feel her out a bit...see what happens. I promise, I won't say or do anything that will cause anyone any problems, but I think there's a way to get an idea if it's something she might be interested in doing. What do you say? Might be fun...and interesting.

She thought about it, and finally relented, after a little more persuasion, though I made sure the final choice to actually do so was hers. "Ok, as long as you're sure about this."

"I am...call her. Tell her where you are, invite her over here. Tell her...tell her this," I said as Carol's eyes widened. "You did say, you sold the place right?"

She had, which was one of the reasons I thought his might work, it was time to celebrate. Celebrate an enormous sale for her. And who better to do that with, than a close co-worker and friend.

And besides...I was now curious about experimenting yet again.

**

Carol had indeed phoned Susan, informing her she'd made the sale on a home that had been on the market far longer than the sellers had hoped it would be. Though times had been tough of course for everyone. Amazingly, Carol had managed to sell it, at the minimum price the owners were willing to let it go for. Susan was ecstatic for her as well, and with no plans at the moment, agreed to come over, have a little "bubbly" with her...me, and with Susan. Susan was of course curious to meet this guy that Carol had suddenly informed her about. Especially as she had been trying for quite some time herself to set Carol up with someone, without much success.

"He must be something," Susan said over the phone to her. "Especially for you to have gone out and met someone all by yourself."

I had told her not to give out too much information about me, let Susan see me for herself. Being so young in fact...would be an additional surprise, and might very well play into all of this if things worked out the way I was fairly confident they would.

"She'll be over in less than an hour," Carol told me.

"Good, now...as much as I hate to say this, we need to do a couple of things. Number one, we need to get dressed. With luck, we'll be undressed again later on. Two...you straighten things up a bit, I'll run to the store down the street and pick us up a couple of bottles to celebrate with. After that, after I get back...you need to tell me as much as you can about this friend of yours. That way, I'll at least have a better idea as to how best to approach her about all of this."

I had said that, primarily as a way of getting Carol on board with the idea, as opposed to simply suggesting it. It might be far more difficult getting her to go along with all this, not to mention Susan, if I had to spend too much time between the two women, trying to make this work.

And besides, I really was horny now. And I didn't want to have to waste the rest of the night trying to do this either. If the images I had seen were even close, there was a lot about Carol I didn't know yet, and I had every intention of finding out more about her than I had already learned. Carol was proving out to be a very interesting character.

Who'd have thought?

But then again, I now knew her thoughts. Had access to them, almost any time I wanted. This was going to be fun!

**

"Relax. Try and not look so nervous," I told her after my return. "Don't worry, once she's past the initial surprise at seeing how young I am, she'll look at you in a whole different light...trust me. Let her see the new side of you Carol. The bold side, the adventurous side, the sensual...sexy, seductive side of you. Implant those ideas, and she'll be thinking them herself, especially after a few drinks. I'm willing to bet, after what you told me about her, that will loosen her up considerably."

According to Susan, though she was married, she had had a couple of affairs that Carol knew about. She was a bit of a flirt, though mostly being just that, especially at the Christmas party once she'd had a couple of drinks. Though Carol thought she only used that as an excuse to actually do so. With luck, the alcohol I'd purchased would give her another one. Something I could easily use. Beyond that, it would be a matter of getting inside her head quickly, finding out a few of her secrets hopefully, something I could use. Having experimented earlier with the couple was also proving to be a nice surprise, having practiced that. I figured I'd need to pretty much do the same thing with these two, at the same time. So neither one of them would see or ever be aware of any "statue" effects, which I'm sure there would be until I'd found out what I needed to know.

Moments later the doorbell rang, and then Susan let herself in, smiling broadly, and then stunned as Carol and I stepped around the corner together. "Susan? This is my new boyfriend...Brian."

"Nice to meet you," I said walking up to her and offering her a drink, which she immediately accepted, only then eyeing careful with a delightful look in her eyes.

"Nice to meet you too," she said back at me, once again looking at Carol. "And you dear...have a lot of explaining to do," she laughed. "Though admittedly, I do enjoy surprises...naughty girl you!"

"Oh, and you have NO idea how naughty I have been!" Carol giggled back. "I feel like a new woman!"

"You look like one," Susan responded back to her. "You're certainly dressing like one these days," she said taking a look at the far more modern attire she was wearing. More businesslike yes, but still with a great deal more cleavage than she'd ever seen Carol showing off before. 

"So tell me, how did you two meet anyway? No wait...first tell me, tell me you didn't..." she glanced upstairs to where the bedrooms were. "Or rather..."she said lowering her voice as though conspiring here with us. "Tell me...you did."

"Oh yes...we certainly did, and we're hopefully planning on doing so again soon too," Carol said, just as I'd told her to do, directing it in that direction once given the opportunity to do so. Which Susan had so wonderfully done just now.

"Can I watch?" She laughed making a joke out of it, which is when I looked at the two of them, now standing beside one another, joking as I quickly flicked my Bic.

**

I had decided to do this one just a little differently. Number one, we were pressed for time. Number two, if I was wrong...if Carol was, then we'd find out before things got too complicated. Watching it all unfold, would prove interesting as well, especially if I was right, as I now asked her. 

"Ok Susan...here it is. Have you been with another woman before? Or, have you considered being with Carol? Fantasized about it maybe? If you have...then here's your chance. She's interested, I'm interested...but now, it's entirely up to you. If you are...you must let us know then." And with that...I released her, and Carol.

"You can do a lot more than that if you want to," Carol told her then. "Entirely up to you though, thought it might be nice to really let our hair down and celebrate, what do you think?"

Susan looked back and forth between the two of us. "Both of you?" She asked wondering.

"Of course both of us...but only if you're interested in that, so the question is...are you?"

Susan grinned, sat her drink down on the table, kicked her shoes off while simultaneously taking off her jacket.

"Oh I've had a few thoughts about that from time to time."

"Do tell," I said now taking off my own shoes, just as Carol was doing. "Up...in the bedroom though," I added.

**

To be continued... 



A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 04



It was like directing a play, or in a strange sense perhaps...like manipulating puppets, or marionettes. I held the string. It was a tiny flicker of flame, just barely there, but more than enough however. A mere twinkle of thought, and they both seemed to act upon it as though it were their own ideas in doing so. There was no "statueism" as I'd termed my made up phrase. They responded to one another easily, without qualm, without shyness...and certainly no inhibitions when doing so. So alike in many ways, yet so totally different in others. Me...laying back on the bed just watching, an audience of one, or two if you counted the other freestanding member between my legs as we lay there watching the two of them.

I didn't mind being momentarily forgotten. I had after all basically suggested it. For now, it was watching them, seeing them as they took notice of one another, exploring tenderly...at times playfully. Almost like two naughty kids playing the "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," game for the first time. Only vaguely aware I was even there as they took their time, hands, fingers, at times lips and mouths touching and exploring one another as they stood there facing one another.

Again...sort of what I'd had in mind when we'd reached the bedroom.

Carol and Susan had almost identically shaped and sized looking breasts. I'd have been hard pressed to see much of a difference between them. I vaguely fantasized about having a set like that, my collection of erotic novels sandwiched between them sitting in my bookcase at home. And though their breasts again were near mirror images of one another in that respect, their nipples couldn't have been any more different in appearance. Carol's, larger areolas most certainly, slightly darker, on the tannish side. Her nipples were much thicker as well, though perhaps not longer. Like small little gumdrops protruding off her breasts, little peaks stiffened in arousal and expectation. Susan's...far smaller, dollar-sized at best, and almost too pink, blending in with the color of her surrounding flesh that it was at first glance, very difficult in even distinguishing where her nipple left off and where the fleshiness of her breast began. Her nipples stood as well, alluringly so....taut, inviting, not quite as thick perhaps. Little spears, little erasers that needed chewing on.

Just thinking that perhaps, not even realizing I had been, and then suddenly Carol leaned over, still standing, still facing Susan, and began doing just that. Susan placed her hands on the back of Carol's head. Using her for support perhaps, or in help to hold her there, quite unnecessarily, as Carol devoured first one, and then the other back and forth. It was fun seeing her mouth and lips, kiss, suck and tenderly chew on those hard little nubbins. The mewled sounds of pleasure escaping Susan's lips as she continued doing that, her eyes closed, mouth open, tongue frequently wetting her lips in a pavlotic response to that.

"Finger her," I thought simply. "Finger that hot, slick nasty cunt."

Once again directing the play, changing up the scene a little. Laughing at myself...both, suddenly reaching, almost frantically as though fighting over who was to go first in this new act of carnal knowledge. After all, I hadn't really been specific had I? I hadn't addressed "who" first, or when. Each...now wanting to do so, like wrestlers trying to gain advantage, seeking the first hold, the first pin. Both scoring almost simultaneously, fingers now working between one another's legs. Breasts mashed together in a mutual tit-caress of epic proportions, hands strumming, fists pressed almost directly against one another as each of them worked one another in a harmonic symphony of sensual and erotic delight.

"Fuck! I'm dripping!" Susan spoke, sensing and feeling that she was perhaps, though again it was maybe my thought, split seconds ahead of Carol's own, which led her to pull Susan over to the bed now, pushing her down on it. I barely had time enough to roll out of the way.

"Lap it up," I had smiled inwardly, already seeing it in my mind's eye. Carol brazenly laying between Susan's legs. Susan on her back, legs obscenely spread, uninhibitedly inviting Carol to tongue fuck her, something I certainly knew she hadn't done since early on in her college days.

"Oh fuck! Eat me Carol! Lick my cunt, suck it...finger it, suck my clit!" She groaned audibly and loudly now, only briefly acknowledging me with a small smile, her "fuck face" already making an appearance as the pleasure she was feeling, the sensation of Carol's mouth and fingers working their magic on her made her succumb to it.

I was more than pleased when her hand snaked out, taking hold of my hard stiff cock. I hadn't directed that. It was impromptu, a thought of her own choosing, which in an interesting way again surprised and pleased me. They still had desires, wants of their own choosing, not at my own demand or direction, though I could of course throw in a few of those here and there along the way. But for now, knowing Susan needed the feel of my cock in her hand, and then eventually her mouth (again her own choice) as Carol, now vampire...feeding between the woman's legs almost hungrily brought her to the brink over and over again...without allowing her to do so.

Ok...so that one WAS my idea. But it served its purpose, driving the two of them almost frantically nuts with wanting. And giving me another curious thought, though I had no intent upon researching it, or experimenting now. But I couldn't help wondering. "How long could I cause two people to so pleasurably torture one another, and then force them to both back off, denying climax...orgasmic ecstasy, until the soul itself took charge. Even if it would...or could?

But now was not the time to find that out. I was having too much fun seeing this, seeing the two women, not all that accustomed to the explorations and pleasures of another woman, suddenly pursuing that.

And then it was Susan going down on Carol, again of their own designs and pleasures though I certainly approved and went along with it. Like I said, I was enjoying the lusty delight I saw in their eyes, even though a tiny spark seemed to enhance that, twinkling right behind that look, that pleasure...that sultry, almost primitive drunkenness as they strove to take one another to places neither of them had ever been before.

It was a pure delight to watch. Getting inside their heads, sensing those thoughts, experiencing their pleasures and feelings. That...in and of itself even more exciting and pleasurable to me than the actual physical stimulation I was periodically given in the flesh as they took turns fondling and toying with me.

Like I said. I was briefly this cunt, and then that. I felt and enjoyed the subtle nuances of each. The slightly different quiver or tingle here as opposed to there. That slickness, heat...that trickle of fluid from one, not yet the other, or visa versa. It was an entanglement of thought that at times even confused me briefly, though I was learning how to control it, sustain it, unweave or unravel it, thus keeping myself distant just enough to know it wasn't truly me, but them still separate and apart... as a side of me.

It was simple convoluted carnality that was going to take some getting used to.

But now I could sense the buildup. The explosive climatic final curtain call on the last act, the last scene. I knew that their respective orgasms would be tied into one another's at this point. One single, massive, collective bliss that would be mutually shared, simultaneously experienced and created. I had but to unravel the string holding it, keeping it in abeyance, my own firmly attached to it as well as the moment to the inevitable drew nearer. I knew then I had reached what felt like a limit...some sort of actual limit to all of this. A brilliance of white light, a bursting if you will, where suddenly all thought, all sense, all meaning became this almost blinding white light inside the mind, the soul...the spirit.

It was well over an hour before any of us could even move.

**

I honestly don't really remember climaxing. Well, spurting...squirting if you will. But I most certainly did. Perhaps far more than I ever had, even after days of purposely abstaining. Though dried now for the most part, all three of us seemed to be covered in drying spunk, both theirs, and my own. Even my own thoughts and visions of this were vague, fuzzy. Kneeling beside the two of them, remembering mostly, or thinking I did anyway. Not even touching my cock, nor they either as we came together. That link, that trickle of thought, the spark that danced as one spark, not three. Seeing the fountain of cum as it began leaping from the tip of my prick all by itself without help from anyone. And then in an almost abstract way, turning from that first jettison of spunk, into a blinding white light that was every orgasm I'd ever had all rolled up into one. Every ejaculation of nectar I'd ever given myself, or been given, recollected...redistributed in millisecond of time, just as theirs had been.

Pure ecstasy...in the purest of forms perhaps. But by the bewildered, almost frightened looks on their faces as sanity came back, as reality and self awareness came back to them, I knew then it had almost been too much. Too much for any of us. Even the spark had gone out. I could feel that tiny void, saw its lack of presence between their dilated eyes. And worse...I almost frantically reached for it, flicking that Bic, though no flame came, no tiny spark. I felt empty, panicked even. I tried again, felt something...and then a second or two later, the spark lit, came to life again. I almost breathed a sigh of relief feeling it. Though by now the girls were themselves looking shaken, even fearful as they tried desperately to comprehend something that the body and mind wasn't simply made to accept.

I joined them again, quickly yet carefully.

"It was the most intense orgasm ever yes...but you will see it as something far less than it actually was, yet just slightly better than anything you've ever previously experienced before. Nothing to be alarmed by, or afraid of. Just the best climax, the best bliss, the most intensely pleasurable experience you've ever had. That...and nothing more."

I too was mentally and physically exhausted now. Letting the flame go once again, this time of my own accord. But seeing the more confident smiles and looks on their faces, reassured me.

"God Brian!" Carol spoke, grinning from ear to ear as she did so. "That was...the most amazing experience of my entire life!"

"For me as well!" Susan said chiming in. "I honestly don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before. It was as though...as though, hell Brian, I can't even begin to explain it. I mean...I'm not even sure what you were doing, or what Carol was doing, but somehow I sensed, we all were, and then coming, actually climaxing together simultaneously! Simply put Brian...that was the best fucking orgasm of my entire life!"

We all laughed, easing the sudden tension a little. Susan had essentially said the same thing Carol had, just taking a bit more time getting around to it.

"Ditto that," I said sitting back between the two very beautiful, very satisfied women laying on either side of me.

But more importantly...I now knew what I was going to do with the rest of my life. But I also knew as I lay there fleshing it all out, I was going to need a partner. Someone I could trust, someone I could confide in, and perhaps share a few of my thoughts with, see what she might feel about all of this. I knew I'd have to convince her. But how? How much did I dare tell her, or show her even? Would she even believe me if I did? Though again other thoughts came to mind. Ways that I could. Things that existed and were performed, or believed in today. I could, and would use those to my advantage. It would make sense, partially at least. But I knew now how I could make it work, and I knew as I did so...that person, the only person perhaps, that I could convince to do this with me... was Gayleen.

**

Planting the tiny seed was the easy part. I had long ago learned that people were far more convincing, and convictive in their own thoughts...if they believed them. I had called Gayleen, told her about an idea I had, and wanted to bounce it off her. She could tell I was enthusiastic and excited about it, and of course readily agreed. I then took her to dinner, a nice quiet out of the way restaurant with good food, where we could talk privately and discuss my idea. As we sat looking over the menus, I initiated that little spark, planting the tiny seed, hoping that she would herself then help it to grow, bloom and burst into a floral display of her own making. If anyone would buy into it...I knew that she would.

I then let the flame wink out. From here on, I wanted her to think things through for herself, weigh the possibilities, and ask the questions I hadn't already asked or foreseen myself. No better way to prepare oneself for the inevitable scrutiny and uncertainty of something that many might see or take as being unfeasible, unacceptable, if not downright charlatan in nature. Gayleen I knew would raise those issues and doubts. But if I could convince her, I knew I could most likely convince anyone.

As we began eating, I slowly began laying everything out for her. I saw her bemused expression turn to one of honest curiosity, and then doubt, and then careful scrutiny as the questions finally came.

"Ok, yes. I've heard of Tantra meditation. Even a little bit about this "Tantra sexual energy," you've been explaining to me. I can sort of see how it works, and honestly believe that people can feel that, or do that, without actually touching one another. But you're sitting here telling me that you can take it several steps beyond that. And what about the hypnosis thing you mentioned. You said there's a little of that, only to the point where it allows someone to relax and allow themselves to open up to what you've been telling me. But you know...as well as I do Brian, people really can't be made to do anything they wouldn't normally do, no matter how open-minded or truly uninhibited they are."

"I agree with you Gayleen. I don't think people CAN be made to do anything honestly and truly against their will. Maybe hypnosis isn't the best word to be using here. Suggestive thought perhaps, just getting people to consider the possibility of actually experiencing something like this. Like I told you, it's been something I've been working on for years, studying up on, getting to understand myself how it works, how it could work. But like I told you, I now believe it will work. And I think I can prove it to you, simple suggestive thought, something that if one is already leaning towards doing, they actually might do it, given a helpful nudge, a little push in the right direction."

"Ok, let's say I believe you up to a point. I think I've proven to you I have enough of an open mind myself to at least look at the possibilities before denying the feasibility of something like this actually working. So I'll give you that much. But I also am one of those people who needs to see results, see confirmation, something concrete before I'm willing to fully commit myself."

I sat back smiling as we finished our meal. "That's why I considered telling you all this in the first place. I want you as my partner in this Gayleen. But only if you are yourself one hundred percent convinced, and are willing to support me in this. So...having said that, how about I put on a small little demonstration for you? Something that only you and I know, something that can't be rigged, or created as a hoax of some kind. Proof positive as they say." 

"Like what?" Gayleen said sitting back in her chair now. Enthusiastic yes, but cautious too. Just what I needed her to be.

"So you'll trust me on the hypnosis thing then, because it's not really that...more suggestive thought like I said."

"I can't be hypnotized...but I already told you that early on. Even tried doing it a few times, but no one's ever been able to put me under as they call it. So...ok, I'll trust you in that. But you still have to convince me about the suggestive thing," she added.

"And that's exactly what I am going to do Gayleen...in two parts. The first part I'll do directly with you. The second part, will come later, which I will also explain later, after you give me your hand, and your undivided attention just for a moment."

She looked at me specutively, only for a moment, and then smiled, holding out her hand.

"Well, I guess it's safe, especially in here. Not like you can make me take all my clothes off or anything."

I laughed at that. "Well maybe not here, but hopefully later," I added accepting her hand, and then getting a slightly serious expression on my face. "Ok, you say you've got an open mind, so prove it to me. All I want you to do is literally look at me, eyes wide open, and then tell me what thought or word suddenly pops into your head, the moment after I let go of your hand. Agreed?"

I watched the little spark of flame suddenly fill the back of her eyes. Gayleen nodded her head in agreement. I let go of her hand.

"Marjorie?"

I sat back, smiling and nodding my head again.

"You're telling me, that you are the one to place, or should I say, suggest her name to me?"

"I am...and I did," I assured her.

Marjorie was the night shift supervisor where Gayleen and I both worked. She was in her late fifties to early sixties perhaps. Always a no nonsense kind of an individual, with a gruff demeanor, and a permanent scowl on her face that looked like it had been painted there. But Gayleen and I knew something that no one else did, which was part of the reason for doing this.

"What's she got to do with any of this though?" Gayleen asked, still obviously not convinced she hadn't come up with the name out of the clear blue sky all by herself, and not having anything to do with me actually suggesting it. Even if that were possible.

"Part two to all this," I smiled once again. "Edward."

"Edward?" She chuckled. Like I said, we both knew something, knew there was something even if no one else did, and especially as we were both pretty sure neither one of them had ever acted on it either.

Edward worked there too as the night janitor. A very geeky looking, very shy guy. The kind of person who was kind and considerate to everyone, and who would never hurt a fly. Neither would he ever step out and ever boldly do anything he was even tempted to do. No matter how much he may have wanted to. For quite some time now, Gayleen and I had seen him on occasion looking over at Marjorie whenever he came through the warehouse at night. He was constantly looking at her through puppy dog eyes. Easily half her age, he still found her, for whatever reason, the obvious love of his life.

Neither Gayleen nor I had thought much about it. After all, they were who they were, and certainly no match made in heaven, or even the possibility of that. Until one day, Gayleen and I saw something we perhaps shouldn't have. Which made us both rethink things...just a little anyway.

It had been after work, Gayleen and I out in the parking lot as we'd been doing for a while by then, fooling around a little, talking...just enjoying that time together. She had then realized she'd left something at her workstation she needed for the next day, we'd headed back inside hurriedly before they locked up for the night. Marjorie as usual, the last one to leave and lock up. Her car we'd noticed was still sitting there out in front, so she hadn't gone home yet. Not wanting to confront her either, we basically snuck inside with the intent to grab what she needed, and then head out again with no one being the wiser. What we saw, took us both by surprise. And we almost got caught, nearly running into her when we did. Thankfully, she was too absorbed in her own thoughts to hear us, or realize we'd actually come back in again. What was odd about it, was to see her standing there in the shadows, peeking around a corner looking out onto the main floor where Edward was still sweeping things up. It wasn't a big thing, but it was certainly a curious thing, especially as she had her hand on her breast, obviously cupping and caressing it...watching Edward simply sweeping up. We backed out of the area just as quietly as we'd come in, and soon after left, laughing about it. Making jokes about "Marjorie" of all people, obviously getting off in a way, looking at Edward secretly, in much the same way he'd tried just as secretly whenever looking at her.




A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 04



"Yeah, Edward. That's the second part of what I intend on showing you...proving to you. You and I both know, Edward would never in a million years actually approach Marjorie, right?" 

Gayleen nodded her head in agreement with that.

"And would you also not agree, it would be totally and completely out of character for Marjorie to actually approach Edward directly either?"

Once again she agreed.

"Ok, so...doing what I believe I can do, if they were to actually come together with one another in such a way that you knew it had to have something to do with what I believe I can do. Which is in helping people believe in themselves, and with one another...provided that isn't something they wouldn't do otherwise. Just given the chance, the opportunity to experience the flame so to speak...that you'd be willing to believe there was something to all of this?"

"Honey...if you can figure out a way to get either one of them to actually acknowledge, or approach the other, I'll support whatever you want to do, at least initially. So...having said that, what's your plan here?" she asked mildly curious, yet obviously excited too.

"Tomorrow night, after work. I'll prove to you what I've been telling you. I'll just need a brief moment or two alone with each of them. Something I believe will be easy enough to do. After that, we'll have to wait and see. Fair enough?"

We knew that Edward drove an old beat up Ford truck with one of those even older style camper-trailers attached to it. I often wondered if he didn't in fact live and sleep in it. His truck was always the first one on the lot, and I daresay, the last to ever leave the lot as well. Always parked down at the far end, away from everyone else, it would be easy enough to keep an eye on. As for us, I told Gayleen I'd pick her up, we'd then park my car a short distance away in an adjacent parking lot, and then scurry back to hide behind a small hedge near where Edwards truck was. If things went according to plan, I was fairly certain Gayleen would have her proof, and I'd have a partner for the rest of my long-term plans and ideas.

"OK, so now that that's all settled, what say we do something about those clothes you're still wearing?"

"You are good...those were my thoughts exactly," she smiled standing as we prepared to leave.

The nice thing was, they really had been too!

**

We had parked my car a short distance away from where we normally parked, and then came in to work for the evening. When at last the opportunity presented itself, I asked Marjorie if she had a moment so I could speak with her. I turned to Gayleen, smiled knowingly as she smiled back, and then followed Marjorie into her office on the pretext of asking her about my upcoming performance review, to which she was all business of course as she sat down at her desk across from me. I lit the spark, saw the small flame in the back of her eyes and with more than enough privacy, statuized her. Just long enough to 'suggest' to her what I wanted to, though covering that with the thought that she'd only remember the two of us discussing my performance. Which overall really had been good, but leaving her with a sense we'd had a good discussion about it, which would also leave her in a better than average mood. It was important to get her thinking about Edward, and what I'd essentially told, or rather suggested to her, to do.

I had basically told her that she needed to be bold, and brave enough to express her feelings towards him. Though I took it even a step further than that. Telling her that throughout the day she'd begin by just thinking about him, wanting to share how she felt. But then as time went by...the more she thought about it, the more aroused she'd become, thinking about the possibility then of actually seducing him out in his truck later after work. The thought of which would of course get her more and more aroused as she considered it. With that, I stood up, having already told her that would be when she'd be herself again, and as far as she'd know and remember, we'd been having this performance conversation the entire time. I did so, seeing her perhaps smile for the first time in a long time, and went back to work.

"How'd it go?" Gayleen asked curiously as I rejoined her in boxing up orders.

"Good. Now all I have to do is speak to Edward briefly, which I will do as soon as I can get him alone for a moment too. But keep an eye on Marjorie...she's got a smile on her face for one thing, but hopefully, perhaps we'll see her eventually move off to speak with Edward at some point, and then we'll know if this is going to work or not."

Just then we saw Edward coming around the corner hauling trash out.

"There he is. Now's my chance."

I had, just before coming to work that evening, taken an old empty wallet of mine, stuck a few dollars in it as a reason for approaching him. As he neared, I stood, wallet in hand.

"Edward? Found this out in the parking lot just before coming in tonight. Didn't see any identification, but there was a few bucks in it. Thought maybe you could give this to Marjorie for me, see if she could find out who might have dropped it."

Even though we spoke, he never slowed, always busy about his work, so it was hard catching his eyes long enough to do what I needed to do. I finally did so as we stood there just outside near the large dumpster, finally turning towards me in order to accept the wallet I had supposedly found. I flicked my Bic, saw the flicker in his eyes, and held him briefly for a moment.

I have to say...for the few short moments that I shared his mind and thoughts with him, Edward proved out to be one of the most interesting individuals whose thoughts and mind I had ever had a look at.

Although Edwards mind library was small, it was uniquely organized, clean and tidy. It was an interesting way to look at people this way perhaps. Something about how they organized their thoughts maybe, privately and subconsciously. But in Edwards's case, it even looked clean too. I didn't see or feel him as being simple minded or anything, he wasn't. Smarter than he even looked, or acted perhaps. But whatever it was...he had a way of organizing things, and then keeping things extremely simple and efficient after that. The most amusing thing however, unlike everyone...he didn't appear to have any secret hidden rooms within his mind. There was but one other door leading down the pathway, which I curiously followed. Again, all this happening and taking place within mere moments of time. There didn't even appear to be a door, or if there was, it remained open, informing me as I saw it, sensed it...that whatever purpose behind this second place, was an open-book to his thoughts, how he felt, not really trying to conceal or hide them from anyone.

Edward was indeed an upfront, nothing to hide kind of a guy, which surprised me. He was the only one I'd encountered who had been.

I almost didn't go in, wanting to hurry, though again only seconds were ticking by during all this. But that second room intrigued me, so I wanted to look before planting the very simple thought I had planned on giving him.

If my thoughts had feet, they would have stumbled as I entered his special room. Once again, perhaps it was the way I had to see it to grasp and understand it, though I sensed I was seeing it the way his own subconscious thoughts handled it as well. A simple, though again clean, sturdy looking chair sat in the middle of the room. It too was labeled, an interesting curiosity. Neatly printed in large bold lettering, it read: "My naughty thoughts place." I sensed even in reading it, that the expression itself spoke volumes. There was no guilt, no disgust, no sense of it being a bad thing, or an evil or wicked thing. If anything, I wanted to smile just being there. This was simply put, the place where he could go, feel good about it, and enjoy himself. With no harm or intent against anyone, or anything. And there, all around as I looked, hundreds upon hundreds of mental images of just one person...Marjorie. 

It was obvious he had no true reference as to how to honestly picture her. Only the face remained the same, though with differing looks perhaps. But the bodies were different, though general in appearance perhaps as to how Marjorie might look...naked. Medium sized breasts, though he must have imagined again hundreds of combinations of how her nipples, and to some extent the shape of her breast might look once unconfined by bra or loose fitting work shirts. In addition, her pussy too. Shaved, totally bushed...which made me laugh in seeing the various combinations of that, as well as everything in between. Obviously, Edward had spent a great deal of time thinking about how Marjorie might actually look, and had collected every image of her possible in doing that. I couldn't help wondering how often he came here and spent time actually thinking about her, and pleasuring himself in some way.

It was time to plant my thought, turn him loose and get back to work.

"Take her the wallet," I said simply. "Listen to whatever she might have to say to you, be bold and brave enough to agree to whatever that might be, and most importantly Edward, enjoy yourself."

Edward accepted the wallet, and immediately headed off to seek out Marjorie.

Gayleen and I sat watching him head off towards her office. "Ok, now we see how the suggested thoughts work," I told her with a big smile on my face. I was pretty sure they would...I mean after all. But I was curious to see if even the simple thoughts would eventually lead towards much, much more than that.

We soon found out just how much they really did.

**

Thirty minutes before our shift ended, Marjorie came out and announced that everyone could finish up whatever they were working on, and then leave early. It was like watching rats leaping off a sinking ship after that. It was rare that she ever did that. And especially this early, in making the announcement. As expected, everyone seemed to put things into high gear at this point, and within a very short time, began leaving work as though expecting Marjorie to suddenly change her mind for some reason. Like everyone else, Gayleen and I quickly exited as well, though heading back over towards my car, and the safety of the thick wall of hedges separating the two parking lots. There we hid, watching as everyone else cleared out of the lot until only Edwards lone beat up looking truck remained behind, along with Marjorie's car, still parked out in front of the building.

"What if...they do something inside without our being able to see, or be aware of it?" Gayleen asked.

"They won't. For one thing, Edward wouldn't feel comfortable letting that happen inside where he works. Regardless of how he feels about her...his job is too important to him to allow anything like that to happen. He'll need a separate place, a safe place. A place where he knows he can be himself. Physically, that place would be inside his own truck, baring going someplace else. As for Marjorie, I more or less "suggested" to her where they might go...after work, knowing Edward would be uncomfortable if she were to approach him like that. Trust me...it will be in his truck, eventually..."

As it turned out, we didn't have too long to wait either. Ten minutes later the two of them came out, looking a bit nervously perhaps, though ensuring the parking lot was completely devoid of any other cards before sauntering over towards Edwards truck. 

"Well I'll be damned!" Gayleen chuckled quietly as we hunkered down even lower behind the hedgerow until they had both opened the door to his camper, and gone on inside.

"Come on...follow me," I whispered as we left the safety of our little spot and made our way over towards the side of his camper. One window was partially open, just enough to stand beneath, and clearly hear everything that was being said.

"What is it that you said you needed to see and talk to me privately about?" Edward was asking, though Gayleen and I both wished to hell there was some way of actually looking inside the camper without being discovered. There wasn't however, not really, thus we'd have to be content with just listening. Though that at least, was coming through crystal clear at the moment.

Just by the sound of Marjorie's voice I could tell she was excited, though nervous as she answered, him, telling him that she'd been having these thoughts...these feelings for quite some time now, and had finally decided to tell him how she felt about him, perhaps see how he felt...about her, in doing so.

Gayleen was looking at me with a surprised look in her eyes, as I looked back at her, smiling knowingly as she finally realized there was something to what I'd been telling her. 

"I know I'm not pretty to look at," Marjorie had begun, and far older than you are as well Edward, but I think I've seen you looking at me too a time or two, so I thought to myself...nothing ventured, nothing gained...especially if I didn't just come right out and tell you I'd been thinking about you."

"But...but, you ARE pretty!" He stammered almost defensively. "So don't say that. And...and...I think about you too!" He told her, now almost as excitedly as she sounded. "All the time in fact!" He then added to that hurriedly. I wish I could see the expression on his face, and hers as a brief moment of silence followed. I could almost see him blushing, and she too for that matter, as the realization of what they'd just told one another finally sank in.

"You do? And what do you think about Edward, whenever you think about me?" She was now asking, her voice taking on a sultry tone to it.

Once again, we could hear his shy, someone reserved response to that, just imagining him standing there, shuffling his feet, looking down at his shoes perhaps.

"Just...just stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Again a pause, more feet shuffling perhaps as I tried holding in a chuckle. "Go on Edward...tell me. Tell me what you've been thinking, and then I'll tell you what I've been thinking. And here's a hint...I've been thinking naughty thoughts...about you. There, I said it...now it's your turn to tell me."

"Nau...naughty thoughts?" He asked curiously excited now. Obviously. "You...you have? About me?"

"Yes I have Edward. So...now it's your turn. What kind of thoughts have you been having about me?"

"I've ah...I've ah...been having naughty thoughts about you too," he told her boldly, once again pleased that he had. His self confidence hopefully bolstered perhaps in having done so, as I had again suggested he might.

"What kind of naughty thoughts Edward? Thoughts about these?" She asked.

"Fuck I wish we could see what was going on," Gayleen whispered into my ear, though I agreed with her. Still...we were both getting a pretty good idea of what was actually taking place inside his camper, even if we couldn't see anything.

"Oh my," Edward moaned. "Ah yes...those, and...and other stuff too," he added now sounding even more excited than he had been.

"So you've been thinking about my tits then. Wondering what they looked like maybe?" She asked. He must have been nodding his head, as we heard no real answer to that. "And what about this?" She then added. We again could only guess as to what she was indicating, until she helped clarify that just a little. "You think about my cunt Edward?"

"Your....your what?" He asked.

"My cunt baby, my pussy...this."

"Oh, didn't know that's what that meant," he told her honestly. She giggled at that, not laughing at him, though obviously surprised he didn't know what that had meant.

"You do know what pussy means though right baby?" She asked almost teasingly. Again no verbal answer, though her giggle told us he must have told her in some way that he did. "Cunt...is just another really naughty way of saying pussy," she said. "Go ahead baby...say it, say cunt."

"Cunt," he responded.

"Now say tits. You do like looking at my tits yes? Do you like my nipples? The way they're shaped?"

"Yes," he moaned rather deeply, audibly...and the added the simple word, almost in a whisper. "Tits...boobies...breasts," he then added to that, suddenly enjoying the naughty game they were now playing.

"That's it! Yes...tits, titties, boobies, breasts, knockers, fun bags," she laughed, as he now did. "Are you...are you aroused Eddie?" she now spoke, using a form of his name perhaps, though I don't think anyone had ever referred to him that way. "Are you horny? Like I am?"

"Uh huh."

"Let me see. Let me see how horny you are Eddie. Let me see...your cock."

Again, more silence, but then Gayleen and I both heard Marjorie gasp.

"Oh my god Edward! Holy fucking shit! Your...your...fuck, your cock is huge!" She suddenly exclaimed.

"It is?"

"Jesus baby! Don't you know that?" She asked almost incredulously. "That's the biggest fucking prick I have ever seen!"

"It is?" He said again, a bit more confidently this time.

"Oh yeah, BIG time. And you know what I want to do to that?" She now asked, and then answered before he could. "I want to suck it...and then I want to fuck it. You do know what that means don't you Eddie? That I want you to put that big fat fucking cock of yours all the way up inside my cunt?"

"Really? Inside you? You...you'll let me, let me be nasty inside you?"

"Nasty hell babe....fucking dirty nasty. Say it baby....tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck my wet, hot, juicy slippery cunt. Say it baby, I want to hear you say it."

"I want to fuck your naughty, nasty...hot...juicy...slippery...cunt!" He almost bellowed, chuckling excitedly now.

"And you will...but first sweetie, come over here, lay down on your bed here while I suck on it for a bit."

"Ok, don't laugh," Gayleen told me. "But this is making me damn fucking horny too!" She whispered once again. She then unzipped her jeans, pulling them down her legs. As usual, she wasn't wearing any panties beneath. I then unzipped as well, stepped behind her as she leaned against the side of the truck, hands extended bracing herself as I placed the head of my own dick against the slick wet furrow of Gayleen's pussy.

"Oh...fuck!" Edward wailed loudly from inside.

"You like that huh?" Marjorie questioned. "Never had your cock sucked before?"

"No!" He whimpered softly this time. "Never...never anything," he then informed her.

"Really? You mean to tell me, you've never...you're still a virgin?"

More was said, though we couldn't quite hear it. It was still very erotic though, standing there just below the window, my cock sliding slowly and smoothly in and out of Gayleen's equally wet hot pussy as we stood there listening to them.

"Oh baby! That's ok...don't worry about that. It happens to everyone, especially their first time!" Marjorie suddenly exclaimed, the sounds of Eddie's obvious mind-blowing orgasm having taken place just seconds ago. "We'll just wait...take some time, but I'm pretty sure..." 

There was a long pause this time.

"Holy shit. You're still hard! Way hard!" She exclaimed.

"I usually am, until after the third, or forth time," he told her.

"Excuse me? Forth time? How...how often do you jerk off anyway?" She now asked him.

"Every day. Usually twice in the morning, then twice again around lunch...in here usually," he added almost shyly. And then sometimes, but not always, two or three times just before bed."

"You...you mean, you're actually telling me then, you...you cum every time? You do this every day?"

"Most every day yes. And yes...I do, doesn't everyone?"

"Oh honey. You just made my day baby. Now get over here, let me show you what it actually feels like to make love to another woman. You ready for that?" She giggled again. "Never mind...I can see that you are."

Gayleen managed to have a semi quiet little orgasm of her own, and then felt me as I neared my own, suddenly spinning around, taking me into her mouth, stroking me, sucking me. "Think you can manage a second one yourself? After we get back to my place?" She asked.




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"Count on it," I assured her. And then poured a nice thick load down her sucking throat as we stood there listening to Marjorie as she quite erotically, took Eddie's cherry from him.

**

We made it safely back to the car, got in, and then burst out laughing.

"So...Eddie...or rather Edward," she said, as we both knew we could never dare call him that ourselves. "And Marjorie...are now an item maybe?"

"Count on it," I assured her. "Though I am sure they'll still be careful around one another at work. But...I think it's safe to say...they're about to have the best night of their entire lives, out there together, in the back of Edwards old beat up truck. So...now do you believe me when I say I think I have a gift? Something we can do something useful with to help others?"

"Yeah...maybe you do. Maybe you've convinced me you can. So now what? Where do we go from here? What do we do?"

"Well...the first thing is. We go back to your place and fuck. Until morning at least. After that, you and I are going to make a few phone calls, invite some friends over, a very informal party, where I am also just as sure, we can convince them to invest in this idea."

"Good luck with that," she told me. "But we'll worry about the financial aspects of all this tomorrow. Like you said...AFTER you've fucked me all night," she grinned as we drove out of the parking area with the lights off until we were safely out of sight from where Marjorie and Eddie, no doubt continued on fucking...as they obviously would be after having heard about Eddie's talent.

"No worries there either, trust me," I assured her.

The truth is. I could have perhaps just gone into a bank, maybe even robbed it, it might have been easy enough to do given my newfound gift. But as I'd maintained all along. I didn't wear a black hat, didn't consider myself to be a really dishonest individual. Of course, I didn't wear a pure white hat either, a bit more on the light gray side perhaps. But I also knew...for those who I could convince, without too much prompting, I'd ensure...were well compensated afterwards for having done so. With that being said, once we had the funds I figured we'd need...we'd then go looking for a nice place to set up shop.

And I had just the place in mind too. Now all we needed was to convince the owners of the resort to sell the place to me. I was fairly confident they would too. And I would make it more than worth their while in doing so.

Things were looking up. There was a whole new future ahead of me, ahead of us perhaps. And I was more than anxious to get things rolling on it.

But not before...fucking Gayleen's brains out. I was really looking forward to doing that too!

To be continued...



A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 05



We had just a little over an hour before everyone arrived at the meeting that Gayleen and I had arranged. Mostly friends, people we knew who were at least minimally in a position to invest a little bit in my idea anyway. A few others, contacts that the friends knew, and who thought might also be interested in at least hearing me out. No more than twenty or so...but it was a start at least.

I had of course planted a few subtle hints, suggestions going in. Carol as well as Susan would of course be attending, and then people they also knew. Their enthusiasm bringing in others, each one of course I would personally meet and greet at the door. There would be a lot of Bic flicks as I did that, though I'd already promised myself that I wouldn't coerce anyone into investing outside of their own free will. What I would do however, is suggest they listen with an open mind, digest what I had to say, to offer, and then let things go from there. Hopefully, we'd get at least half of them to invest in the prospect I was offering.

In the meantime however, with everything set out and prepared for their arrival, refreshments, cocktails, and a neatly prepared proposal for each one to read through at their leisure afterwards, Gayleen and I were enjoying a little pre-meeting stress relief.

One of the nice side effects from all this, was the fact that Gayleen had a real penchant for sucking my cock all of a sudden. It was almost to the point that every free moment we had, she was taking it into her mouth, even if it was for two seconds, as silly as that may sound. Though those two seconds at times, even then were heavenly, if not at times a bit dangerous in retrospect. We'd once gone in to the Bank where I again was hoping to secure a loan. The loan officer had left us sitting there briefly while he went out to grab some forms we'd need to fill out. The moment he left his office, Gayleen turned to me, that now all too familiar look in her eyes. Ever since we'd gotten down to real business, the excitement of doing this perhaps had affected her in other ways. Not that I minded of course.

"Let me see your cock!" She'd demanded.

"What? Here?" Although I was already unzipping even before I had answered her. Like I said, this wasn't the first two-second blowjob I'd ever been given. There'd been several, elevators, climbing in and out of the car, rounding the corner in the isle at the grocery store, once getting a two-second hand job in line at a checkout counter if you can believe it. I'd only once had to "glimmer" anyone...as Gayleen and I now referred to it when an older woman had seen Gayleen's hand on my exposed cock. I'd simply told her in a fraction of an instant, that she was simply daydreaming, and would take that thought home and use it on some unsuspecting spouse or partner's eventual delight. I quite liked the thought of "spreading the joy" to some extent whenever that happened.

Even if the Loan officer returned, I wasn't too worried about him making a scene, as long as I could hurriedly lock eyes with him at least. Gayleen had leaned over, sucking my cock into her mouth quite contentedly for a bit longer than two seconds perhaps and then sat up once again with a smile on her face. Just like I had.

"No, don't zip up just yet," she had also told me. "Leave it so I can play with it a bit after he comes back and sits down."

Needless to say, it was a very lucrative, and entertaining meeting we'd had with the loan officer. And yes...I did get a nice start up loan, which I was sure I'd easily be able to repay within a short period of time once we'd gotten a few investors onboard with us. Unfortunately, I did have to tell him that white stuff that was covering his desk afterwards wasn't really there. I often wondered after that if anyone else had come in and noticed it. I could only imagine what they would have thought had anyone done so.

"Hmm baby, you do suck a mean cock!" I told Gayleen as we sat there on her couch waiting for the first of our guests to arrive. The fact she honestly enjoyed doing it was an added bonus. Gayleen just didn't go through the motions in order to please me. She truly was one of those women who took additional delight in doing that. And as such, I rewarded her for it in more subtle ways. Rather than a vicious circle, this was a delicious circle. I let her feel a bit of my orgasm whenever I had one, which in turn aroused her even more, hence the additional desire perhaps to suck my cock every chance that she got. It had in fact been a nice exercise for me. I'd learned to "dish it out" so to speak. Previously, my orgasms had been everyone else's orgasms too, and visa versa. The problem with that was, it had been almost too intense...too draining. I couldn't very well be having that, or causing that with everyone we came into contact with. We'd all be out of it for far too long if we kept doing that. So it was by trial (not so much error...as pleasure) I'd learned to dole out just a little bit of mutually shared ecstasy. The effects of which, were almost addictive (pardon the semi-pun) in nature. The fact that Gayleen could experience or have a mini-orgasm herself just from doing that, kept her wanting to come back of course. And usually, when we had the time, as we had now, I would of course reciprocate, giving her an even more intense one after that.

It was good practice for the days ahead.

"I do so love sucking your cock," she said slurping away at it madly.

"I know. And I appreciate it too!" I told her, enjoying this momentary respite, the pleasure she was bringing me certainly relaxing me, and oddly enough preparing me for when our guests arrived.

"I don't want to swallow it though," she said looking up at me as she continued licking my dick even when saying that. "I want to wear it!" I laughed. Gayleen had her own ideas, which to a point made sense and added to what we hoped to eventually start doing. That subtle added fragrance, pheromones, and a bunch of other things, such as her provocative attire, still subtle without being overboard, would hopefully add to the enticement and mood of those who'd be attending this first of many investor meetings.

"Then you'd best prepare to wear it," I informed her. "Because I'm about ready to dress you with it," I grinned.

With one hand still working my cock quite nicely, Gayleen swiftly undid the buttons on the tight fitting, almost see-through white blouse she was wearing. Not too surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra. With her nicely shaped bare breasts now available for me, she placed my cock between them, and began jacking me off.

"Whenever you're ready," she winked.

"I'm ready," I said just as the first full thunderous spurt of cock-juice leapt from the head of my dick, followed by several others as I quickly drenched her beautiful bare tits. The two of us then spent the next several minutes rubbing in all that fresh cum-cream into her breasts until like lotion, it had been almost completely absorbed. She had...gathered up a small amount, placing a bit of it behind her ears like perfume.

"Who knows? Maybe it will help?"

"Couldn't hurt," I laughed again. "Now...while we still have time, what can I do for you?"

She stood up, lowering her short sexy black skirt, though leaving her white still undone blouse on as she took a seat on the couch. Her tits still glistening a little as she sat there grinning at me. She didn't have on any panties either.

"Eat me!" She said hotly. "Eat my fucking cunt!"

**

Not too surprisingly, Carol and Susan were the first to arrive. Besides Gayleen, I don't think I even had to look at her as "in tune" as we'd become with one another. I'd even begun to wonder if once I'd established that link in the first place, if I even had to look at them again.

Food for thought.

I likewise greeted Susan too of course, saw the tiny flicker of flame behind her eyes and allowed the almost automatic response I had carefully planned for everyone to find root in her subconscious.

"Keep an open mind to everything you see, hear or do tonight," I implanted in a millisecond of time, seeing her accepted smile as we then hugged and kissed almost affectionately.

"John and Mavis should be here shortly," she informed me as she then sauntered past, greeting Gayleen as well as Gayleen then led our first two guests into the main meeting room we had set up just for this. I had in fact already done my own homework on John after having spoken to Susan about him briefly. More than anyone else attending this evening, John could, if he even desired to, almost finance the whole thing himself. He had a master's degree in economics for one thing, had taught at a prestigious university for years, and then had branched out into low risk investments, turning that into such a profitable venture that he'd eventually started his own company. The man was reported to be worth over a Billion in earnings.

"He'll be a hard sell," Susan informed me honestly. "So be prepared to be scrutinized thoroughly. John doesn't invest in anything until he's turned things upside down, and inside out. And even then, he may only give you token support, so don't expect him to be the lone investor, even if he does invest. But as I promised...at least he's coming."

I thanked her, feeling fairly confident that I'd at least get him thinking about it. And had even pondered the idea of giving the less likely investors a small little demonstration, something to think about perhaps once I'd done so.

With the banks help, the little I had already secured from other sources including Carol, Susan and even Gayleen, along with every dime I'd managed to put away, we still needed another million and a half dollars if I was going to have enough just to come up with the down payment on the property I was looking at. I'd already convinced the owners of the resort to sell to me, provided I could raise the first year's payment and have that in escrow...with provisos. I basically had a year to show a profit, have enough to roll another year into escrow, or the entire resort could end up right back in their hands again. So yeah, I was a little nervous, but I also knew more than anyone else...I was on to something here.

It wasn't long before John and his wife, along with most everyone else had arrived. And as I'd intended, I met each and every one of them personally, taking that small brief moment to plant my suggestion, ensure that the flame was there, and continued mingling about for the first little bit before we sat down and really got things started.

Gayleen had gone out and had some professional looking posters made up, several of which we had eloquently framed and purposely positioned close to where I'd be speaking. In bold lettering were the simple words, "Feel the flame." And then just below that, a simple almost too small little flicker of fire, unlike what one might expect when seeing the caption. Instead of this enormous blaze, we had what appeared to be nothing more than a simple burning matchstick, without the match.

Already the posters, which was also the emblem on each one of the professional looking prospect guides we'd handed out, was the topic of conversation as many curiously spoke of it to one another.

"Well...ready to get started here?" I asked Gayleen as she leaned over kissing my cheek, though not before secretly dropping her hand down between my legs giving my cock another friendly little cuddle.

"Too bad we didn't make, or find a bigger podium," she giggled. "I'd have enjoyed sucking you off while you stood here talking to everyone."

I just shook my head. I was beginning to think that maybe I'd created a monster.

"If things get going...and take off the way I hope they do...I just might let you do that," I snickered back at her as she almost casually popped a button on her blouse, showing off a bit more cleavage than she had been, before directing everyone to begin taking their seats.

I stood waiting patiently until everyone had done so, and the gradual murmur throughout the room gradually fading away into complete and total silence.

"Thank you everyone for coming tonight. It is my hope, and my intention, that when each and everyone of you tonight leaves, that you will do so with the same enthusiasm and desire that I have. And as such, that you will also then become partners in something that I honestly feel will revolutionize the way people behave towards one another, both in the business world, as well as in their own private intimate relationships. For now, we're here to discuss that. Intimacy, and how intimacy in our lives can, and very often does have impact on everything else we do...including how we conduct ourselves in the day-to-day business world. All I ask of you here tonight...is to keep an open mind about everything you see, hear and do tonight."

I had once again cemented the trigger, knowing full well that in the beginning at least, everyone would listen. Would it sway them one way or the other? No...I didn't really want to do that either. What I wanted was their undivided attention in hearing and most likely seeing for themselves, what I had to say.

Most everyone was attentive, and even smiling. All except for John and Mavis of course, the two obviously on guard, steeled against being swayed by fancy speeches or an almost bible-thumping like atmosphere designed to make the crippled somehow walk again. I couldn't, and wouldn't do that....but maybe, just maybe, I could in a sense...raise the dead.

**

I knew of course going in, this crowd was going to be a hard sale. Especially John and Mavis. And I also knew that once I began throwing some facts and figures, most...if not all would be highly suspicious and dubious of that. Especially John and Mavis. But it was a necessary evil in doing so, I had to get them to salivate a little, even if they soon after found my proposal almost preposterous. I had to at least get them thinking, which by the looks on everyone's faces...they most certainly were. Many had already raised their hands with questions, but as I had stated in the beginning, I'd attempt to answer each and everyone of them that they might have...once I had completely finished. A simple reminder of that brought their hands down, though looks on faces told me that for some of those, they were less than satisfied at not being given time right now.

But as I had done with Gayleen...and even Carol to some extent, it was now time for a little simple demonstration. Something to amuse them perhaps, entertain, but hopefully...and more importantly perhaps, truly open their eyes to what I'd been telling them.

"Alright. Early on this evening, I asked you to do one specific thing for me, can anyone tell me what that was?"

A few hands came up, but the one I was really hoping for that did, brought a smile to my face as Mavis raised her hand, though John gave her an almost disapproving look when she did so.

"Mrs. Edwards?" I said addressing her formally, "Tell us...what was it that I asked each and everyone of you to do here tonight?"

Thankfully she ignored her husband's look, speaking. "To keep an open-mind regarding everything we see, hear and do tonight," she said almost smugly once again looking towards her husband, giving him a look. It was obvious just by that simple gesture, she was already feeling a bit more enthusiastic, and interested than he was.

"That's right," I said saying the obvious. "And as such, I now want to perform a little demonstration for you all if I may. Let you...all of you, feel the flame here tonight."

There was again an almost hushed murmur as it made its way around the room. I let it, letting the flame build so to speak, the curiosity and interest as to what kind of parlor trick I might be making here shortly as they shuffled about in their seats anxiously.

Barnum, of Barnum & Bailey's circus might have been correct in his assumption that there was a sucker born every minute. But it was my intent to show everyone here, they certainly weren't suckers, or that I was some sort of charlatan either. What I wanted to do, was leave them with something to think about, something they couldn't ignore, something that would truly open their eyes. And sometimes...it took something shocking in order to do that.

A risk here yes. A big one perhaps. But one that I was fairly confident, once everyone had had a chance to think about it later...would come to the inevitable, and unavoidable conclusion, there really was something to this...to what I'd been telling them about all evening. And if they eventually came to understand all that, they'd have to accept the unavoidable conclusion...there was BIG money to be made here! 

The details about a fancy resort, where clients and guests would check in for a week's long experience, at reasonable, but classy prices had put the initial reluctance to hear me out into most of their faces. Potential profits, had equaled that out to some extent, but simple facts and figures wasn't what this meeting was about. I needed investors to get this thing rolling. And that meant, the first order of business was in proving to them I wasn't just dreaming all this.

"Ok, so how many of you consider yourself to be fairly open-minded?" I began. Most everyone save a select few raised their hands, including Mavis, though John as I expected hadn't, nor had one or two others. A good start. "Ok, and of you who are holding your hands up, how many of you would say that you're also fairly uninhibited?"

A few more dropped hands, though one or two now had questions, which I answered as I was also expecting that.

"What do you mean specifically, by being uninhibited?" Another older female asked, blushing after asking the question as a few snickers now followed that.

"Sexually speaking," I said charging ahead, boldly now...hearing a few giggles, a few gasps, and one or two people shifting in their seats looking truly uncomfortable now. Which is what I'd been after in the first place.

There were only a few now still holding their hands up, Carol and Susan not too surprisingly of course, along with Gayleen, one other younger looking man, and a woman I remembered being introduced to as his wife. Beyond that, everyone had now put their hands down.

"What if I were to prove to you, that you could be even more open-minded, more uninhibited than you ever dreamed of, or would ever openly acknowledge or ever consider showing anyone else?" I asked. "Would that help to prove to you that what I've been telling you tonight, is possible?"

Someone laughed, speaking though I didn't pick up on who'd actually said it, beyond it being a woman's voice.

"My husband would gladly pay you if you could make me do anything outside the norm," she'd said again to a smattering of giggles and laughs.

"That's what I hope all of you will consider doing after you leave here tonight," I then stated. "So...all I ask now, is that all of you who are now sitting there with your hands down...will you please stand up?"

Everyone did, including John, though again the expression on his face was almost stoic, even bored just a little, but he had at least stood.

"Good...now, I'd like all of you to form a circle with Gayleen and I in holding hands, alternating men...women as we do that." We quickly scooted back the chairs until there was more than enough room, and now stood together, everyone including those who had had their hands raised. It would help in drawing more tantric energy as I'd explained, though many stood... still disbelieving. "Ok, now...here's what I'm going to do...like I said, keep an open mind at least, we'll start there. Close your eyes, and don't worry about me, or anyone else saying anything. I'm simply going to use, and focus my energy, and that of the energy of everyone standing here and use it within the group. Yes...it will be sexual in nature, but to what extent, you will have to learn and see for yourself. Even for those of you who perhaps no longer see sex as being important, or no longer apart of your own lives perhaps, I'm going to attempt to prove to you differently. Now...again, close your eyes, open your mind, and simply relax and be quiet."




A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 05



To be honest...it was an amazing sensation for me too. Connected as we were, I had access to everyone, simultaneously. I followed the flamed path into each and every one of their libraries of thought, and from there, into each and every one of their secret little hidden away rooms. Some had more than others, one or two hardly worth mentioning, much like Edwards had been in a sense. And yet...everyone had something. John was no major surprise. I had to stifle a laugh upon discovery of his secrets, his thoughts, his secret place was more elaborate, and perhaps even more decadent in nature than anyone else's. But so was his frustration perhaps because of it. And thus, his temperament, and his hard attitude towards anything good or exciting in life. John hadn't had, or been able to sustain an erection for several years now, and it was eating away at him like a cancer.

I now entered, and opened every private room, every secret door, and simultaneously, though even I would be hard-pressed in explaining it, I interacted with everyone there in the circle one on one...at the exact same time. I brought out those hidden away thoughts and desires, dusted off some of them, some of which hadn't been even thought about, or entertained for years now. Some few, more recently, making it easier to make the images I now did seem real, fresh, almost as though they were actually happening. There were already a few whispers, murmurs of surprise, delight and even pleasures being felt as we all stood there together. And now knowing what I knew about John, he would indeed be difficult, but not impossible. Taking a bit more time perhaps, and a more focused energy on my part. I thus had to thin the herd just a little in order to do that and keep from spreading myself too thin. For those like Carol and Susan, the secretively "swinging couple," I now knew about, and one or two others...I caused them all to enjoy a small, yet still pleasurable little orgasm, and still allow everyone else within the group to get a small sense of it, without really understanding what it was. There were more gasps, some obvious surprise, as most who now had, literally opened their minds, even dropping their hands with the sheer unexpected intensity of release. And all the while just standing there.

"We're not done yet," I said as the circle suddenly seemed to dissolve. "We'll reform again here in a moment. But let's be honest here...some of you, and even most of you felt something." Most everyone had, including John, his expression saying so, though he again refused to come right out and admit to it. Others...it was obvious. Especially those who had in fact actually experienced an orgasm.

"How about you Carol? And you Susan?" I asked pointing them out on purpose. "What was it you felt?"

"You know damn good and well what I felt," Susan said blushing profusely, a bit embarrassed that she actually had in fact, in front of so many strangers, not to mention her stuffy friends. But Carol was even more good natured about it, giggling excitedly and saying.

"Can we do that again?" Now I did laugh.

"For those of you who wish to...yes. Or, you can now sit down and watch everyone else as we form the circle once more, that includes the rest of you who won't as yet admit to feeling or sensing anything. This time...I can assure you...you will."

There were a few more blushing faces. I'm not sure they were quite willing or prepared to allow themselves to do what Susan and Carol, and the younger couple had just admitted to. But I held them, using suggestion now as control, though only in the sense of keeping them there long enough to remain within the circle which we quickly formed again.

"All right, like everyone did before...open your minds, relax, and no talking. Just feel...feel and enjoy energy, the flame. Go ahead...feel the flame," I said, and then once again walked back inside everyone's secret private little rooms. Only this time, I drew a bit more energy, using it with John. I'd picked up on something, scanned briefly through one of his private little books, and smiled inwardly at what I saw there. A recent entry, one that he'd entertained almost from the moment he'd arrived and had looked at Gayleen. I now knew his secret, and also knew the way I'd convince him to partner up in this enterprise.

"Go ahead John, it' ok. Imagine what it would feel like...indulge yourself John. Imagine wearing a pair of Gayleen's panties. The feel of them pressing against your hard stiff cock." I felt resistance, worry...but pressed forward. "It's ok John, you're here. Here you have no problem, in fact, you now have a very, very hard stiff erection. Can you see it John? Can you feel it? Yes...yes you can. Look at yourself John, there you are. A nice hard cock, and its being caressed by Gayleen's wet, soiled, earlier worn panties. And now John...and now, she's straddling you. You see yourself fondling her nice tits, that's it...that's it John play with them, go ahead, don't be afraid. Enjoy it. Enjoy the feel of her pussy now resting against your cock. No..she understands John, she understands totally and completely. It's not about penetration, it's all about the naughty, dirty, wicked feel of her hot juicy cunt resting against your cock isn't it John? So slippery, her panties even wetter now as she soaks them through from the other side, cunt-kissing your prick John...you're hard, strong stiff glorious prick. Oh yes John, yes...feel it John, feel it. You want to cum don't you John? You want to feel yourself spraying, squirting, filling her nasty, dirty, filthy panties don't you....John!" I just managed as John...the real John the John holding hands with his wife there in the circle suddenly opened his eyes, looking down at himself. He was both shocked, surprised, perhaps even a little disgusted, but mostly...amazed.

He'd just come in his pants. Along with many, many others. Each one of them enjoying their own hidden, secret naughty fantasies. Including Mavis, though hers I had smiled at as well. She'd literally gone around the circle of women, entertaining herself with each and every one of them in her own special way. A secret she had long held, and never told anyone. Especially John.

Mavis was a bonafide closet lesbian.

**

John immediately turned, his face scarlet, grabbing his sports jacket from off the back of his chair where he'd placed it earlier. "We're done here!" He announced, "Come Mavis!" He then added already beginning to walk out, though now looking back. Mavis hadn't budged an inch. "Well? Are you coming? Or not?"

"No John...I'm staying. I want to learn and know more about all this. You go if you must...but I'm staying! I'll catch a cab, or a ride home with someone," she now informed him further, seeing his surprised look as we all did upon hearing that. 

"Fine! Suit yourself!" He exclaimed, and then hurried out towards the door. Mavis turned back around looking at Gayleen and I after he had left.

"Now...where were we?" She asked smiling pleasantly.

One other older woman had also appeared to be ready to leave, but upon seeing Mavis make a stand, and herself sat down, though her face too was flushed with obvious arousal, and what appeared to be just a hint of fear. Again, an emotion to be expected. People feared what they truly didn't understand, especially if it had taken them by surprise, which it obviously had.

But even this little demonstration hadn't been enough to necessarily change anyone's minds, or convince them that this wasn't just some hypnotic, hallucinogenic experience of some kind that could easily be explained away.

It was now time to convince them, though I truly wished that John had stayed. He'd have been in for a nice surprise.

"Gayleen?" I asked addressing her as she now came up standing by my side.

I then turned addressing the room again, the looks on everyone's faces except for an expected few, nervous...apprehensive, and yet...obviously aroused, curious too.

"OK, I think I've given you a small example of what can be achieved. The energy we all share, which is all around us, can be tapped, can be shared and used to experience the true joys in life. As long as we're open to it. After this past example, how many of you still maintain that you have an open-mind here tonight?" As I'd hoped, most everyone raised their hands once again. "Good...because now, I'm going to ask you to hold that thought. Gayleen? If you would please?" I now asked. Almost immediately, Gayleen reached up and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. In moments, her bare breasts sprang forth as she likewise shimmied out of the short skirt she'd been wearing, allowing that to drop down around her ankles. As expected, there were some additional gasps of surprise as she did that. The older woman who'd nearly left now raised her hand. "Yes Ms. Dawson?" I asked, knowing now she was a widower, lived alone, though she also had had, and paid for sex with much younger men on occasion. One of her secret, private indulgences.

"What is the purpose of this anyway?" She now asked. "Why is she naked?"

"Glad you asked. Another simple demonstration. Now that Gayleen is naked, and that all of you can see that, by another show of hands...how many of you can accept her standing here in the nude? How many of you are open-minded enough, to accept her being here like this?"

Though everyone quickly looked about the room at one another, I was pleased to see most everyone's hand being raised, including Ms. Dawson, Gladys...along with Mavis whose hand had been amongst the first ones to raise. I again smiled.

"And now...who here would be likewise brave, and uninhibited enough to stand here next to Gayleen...likewise just as vulnerable and naked as she is?" Not too surprisingly, only Carol this time sat there with her hand still being raised. I motioned her up to stand next to us, and without even asking, she immediately undressed, soon standing naked on my other side.

"Matching bookends," someone spoke garnering a laugh, though Gladys now spoke letting it be known who it was.

"Ok, so we know those two are brave and uninhibited. But what about you?" She asked. I'd been expecting that of course, and immediately nodded my head smiling at her.

"You're absolutely right of course, but I'm going to ask you to do something for me Gladys," I now spoke addressing her more intimately. "If you wouldn't mind please...coming up here and helping me do that?"

Her eyes went wide as she considered my suggestion, but then steeled her resolve, and the challenge perhaps, coming up and joining us. Without further hesitation on her part, she immediately reached down, undoing my belt, and then unzipping my pants. She then yanked them down around my ankles leaving me standing there in a pair of tight red briefs, the obvious bulge showing as I had long ago become quite aroused myself. Even then, she seemed surprised to actually see that.

"Go ahead Gladys...pull them down too."

She did so, my hard cock springing up having briefly caught on the material of my shorts, now slapping and thumping against my lower abdomen as it finally came free. "Oh my," she spoke almost in a whisper, but then stood again, though her eyes remained partially glued to it.

"Ok Gladys, here's my question for you then. "Would it be safe to say that you wouldn't be so inclined to stand here and remove your clothes in front of everyone?"

"No fucking way!" She actually exclaimed, though blushing at the choice of her own words perhaps. "Maybe I don't mind, or really have a problem with any of you, or anyone else for that matter getting naked. Nudity doesn't upset or bother me. But I am after all, almost seventy. And I'm pretty sure that no one here would be particularly interested in seeing an old lady naked."

"I would!" Someone said, once again relieving the sudden tension a little.

"How about I prove to you that you actually would like to?" I now asked her, seeing the total and complete disbelief in her eyes.

"You...prove to me, that I'd be comfortable standing here naked in front of everyone," she said incredulously.

"Yes."

Gladys laughed. "Yeah right."

"Give me your hand Gladys," I said simply, holding it out to her as she looked at it briefly, though her eyes once again landing on my hard firm erection as I stood there waiting for her to accept it.

Although it took a moment more, she finally did so, though hesitantly. "Look at me Gladys...that's all I want you to do, look at me, open your mind, and hear my thoughts...nothing more."

She did so.

"Gladys. It doesn't matter what any of us look like on the outside. The true beauty is inside each one of us. Who we are, how we treat others, is where the true beauty lies. Open yourself up to that, shed your fears...your inhibitions. Let others see you for who you truly are, the beautiful woman inside that I clearly see you to be." I let go of her hand. She looked at me for a moment more, and then reached behind herself and began undoing the zipper on her dress.

Once again there was a smattering of surprised murmurs as they spread about the room. Within moments, Gladys had indeed shed every article of clothing she had on. To my own surprise perhaps, Gladys actually had a fairly nice body on her for someone her age. True, her breasts sagged a bit, though mainly because they were still large and full. She had a bit of a tummy, and a few extra wrinkles here and there, but Gladys was, just as beautiful a woman as she'd ever been. 

"Now Gladys...go down and simply touch someone, anyone, and share with them, what I shared with you."

It was like watching dominos falling. One by one, people stood, removed their clothing, and then turned towards their neighbor, touching them spreading the message. In ten minutes, everyone in the entire room was naked. And more importantly, everyone was smiling.

Although tempted...sorely tempted, we officially ended the meeting after that, though most everyone remained naked, standing around, enjoying refreshments and simply chatting amongst one another. Carol and Susan both soon came walking up to Gayleen and I.

"Well, I do know there are several here who you've convinced, though a few others remain a bit skeptical, even after finding themselves standing here in the all together," Susan laughed. "But my question now is...once the still someone prudish leave..." she winked without finishing the question. I smiled nodding my head. 

"I think that's in the offing here after most everyone else has left. That couple over there? I know they'll be staying...and Mavis, Gladys too. Carol? Go ask the two of them if they'd be interested in staying after for just a bit." I touched her arm, not even looking in her eyes this time, locking thoughts. "Tell them both...if they do stay, they'll be glad they did."

**

Thirty minutes later, it was a small, but aroused group of people who now stood there. Gayleen, myself of course...Carol, Susan, Frank and Julie, along with Mavis and Gladys. And one other man who had likewise stayed behind out of curious interest as to what else might actually happen after the meeting was over. His name was Darrel, and much to my surprise, I would later learn he was the president of a local bank in the area.

At the moment though, it was time to relax, and in a very small way, celebrate just a little. With the few small commitments we received from those who'd attended, we'd managed to raise just a little over a hundred thousand. Still far short of what we needed, but it was a fairly good start.

Seeing where Mavis's attentions were at the moment, I took a tiny peek inside her thoughts, smiling as I did. Amazingly enough, it happened to be Gladys that she for the moment at least, had her mind on.

"Go ahead," I told her...talk to her. "Flirt a little," I added. Mavis looked at me in wide-eyed surprise, still trying to hide perhaps. I winked. "It's ok Mavis...I know. Go over there, enjoy yourself. I think you'll be in for a pleasant surprise," I now told her openly. I grinned as she walked over, and within seconds the two of them seemed totally enthralled with one another.

I had picked up during the course of the evening, especially when Gladys came up to join us, that she too had taken notice of Mavis earlier on. And more so again, seeing her naked, and seeing that the two of them had a lot of similarities. Now...both comfortable in their own skins, they stood laughing and talking like long lost lovers having finally gotten together again. Gladys too had a few almost "ancient" memories she hadn't acted upon, though I sensed and soon discovered, she brought those secret fantasies out of her secret room once in a while in order to enjoy herself while thinking about them. Everyone had indeed seemed to suddenly become comfortable in their skins as it were, but it was now time to get this party started. I allowed a small little nudge in that general direction, and then more or less stood back, seeing the slow rolling effects of that.

Mavis had coyly reached out tentatively with a fingertip. She lightly brushed one of Gladys's thick rubbery-looking nipples, much to her delight. In turn, oblivious, or so it seemed to everyone else at this point, she likewise reached out and playfully tickled one of Mavis's now rock hard tits. In seconds, they were kissing...and fondling one another openly right there in the middle of the room! Seeing that, as some gathered to watch, others now became far bolder themselves. Even Gayleen smiled, winking at me as she nestled herself between the legs of Julie, the young woman, while Frank, her husband... now kneeling behind Gayleen, toying with her opening as he prepared to slide his rather impressive looking dick inside her. Carol and Susan both had of course eyed me, their wants and desires obvious. And though tempted to play with the two of them, I was in hopes of further solidifying additional funds. As such, I brushed my two play companions off briefly with a simple thought, sending them off in pursuit of Darrel who was more than happy to comply with their wishes. Making my way over towards Mavis and Gladys, I took delight in seeing Mavis now laying down on the floor, with Gladys sitting on her face. Mavis was having the time of her life, and by Gladys expression...so was she. She noticed me standing there looking at the two of them however, and then smiled.

"Get over here," she told me. "As nice as what it is she's doing to my cunt...I can't think of anything better to add to that, except for sucking on that nice hard fucking cock of yours!" she informed me.

I stepped over, reaching down to enjoy the sensation of her very, very soft pliable breasts, fingering her hard taut nipples as she almost hungrily drew me into her mouth, sucking the head of my cock just the way I liked it, though I had again...more or less given her silent instructions in doing so. She was a good student. And I felt it when she came too, almost triggering my own release, far short of normal, though I honestly hadn't expected her to climax quite so soon. Whatever Mavis was doing to her, she was damn good at it. Now climbing out from beneath her, she too decided to take a spin on this man's cock, though Gladys wasn't quite ready to fully relinquish it either. In moments, the two of them knelt in front of me, while I in turn literally fucked my dick between their sucking sliding lips as each one of them claimed a side, and permitted me to just stand there doing the humping motion, watching my blood engorged dick slide between their two happy faces. Even this one was relatively new to me.

"We want to see you come this way," Mavis spoke.

"Yeah, so we can taste you too, feel you squirt on our faces..."

"And tits..."

"And pussy," each one in turn seemed to answer.

"Whoa girls...one thing at a time here. Not sure I'll have enough to cover all the bases you just mentioned!" I laughed. "Not all at once anyway."




A Penny for Your Thoughts Ch. 05



"Then start here baby," Mavis said sucking the head of my dick once again, as Gladys happily began sucking and nibbling on my balls. "Fill my mouth...and I'll share it with her."

Minutes later, I was doing just that, squirting what felt like a gallon of come cream into each one of their mouths as they passed me back and forth between one another, almost perfectly sharing the spurts that seemed timed perfectly to their satisfaction.

And as I did, I allowed them a small little trickle of my own orgasmic delight. Mavis's and Gladys's fingers did the rest, as the two of them now simultaneously finger-fucked one another to another mind-blowing orgasm, all the while, still passing my cock back and forth laughing almost hysterically like a couple of teenage school girls.

By the moans and groans coming from around the room, everyone had seemingly shelved, or gotten over whatever shyness or inhibitions they might have had. By the time Gayleen and I had finally seen the last person out the door, everyone was happily drained...spent, and enthusiastic about what they had discovered about themselves during the evening. I had had one last word with Mavis just before she stepped out the door, Gladys already offering to give her a ride home, though I wondered if they didn't plan on going elsewhere first.

"Whenever it is that you do get home," I said speaking to her thoughts only, "Wear a pair of panties, any panties...doesn't matter. And then go in...surprise John, tell him specifically you have a desire to rub yourself off on him that way. Tell him you don't want to actually fuck him, just masturbate him, and yourself, while humping him through your panties. Trust me Mavis...it will improve your lives, for both of you."

And all that in less than a second or two's thoughts. Mavis and Gladys soon left, both with a smile on their faces, and a twinkle in their eyes.

Even then it took me a moment longer to realize someone was nibbling on my ass. I turned before even closing the door as Gayleen knelt behind me, smiling looking up. "I need to suck this," she said grasping my somewhat flaccid member, her other hand still between my legs gently rolling and kneading my balls.

I just shook my head, still in the doorway. Maybe I really had created a monster after all.

**

On the following Monday I got another nice surprise. A big one in fact, in fact...two of them in a manner of speaking, though the first one was by in large the most welcome. A courier knocked at the door, I stood signing for an express envelope, and then stepped inside, surprised to see the name and address of John's firm on it. I opened it, saw and read the note first.

"Thank you," it simply said. "From both of us. You've changed our very lives. Sincerely, John Edwards."

I now opened a second envelope. Inside that one was a check for two million dollars. John had basically in one fell swoop, given us more than enough operating capitol to do everything we needed to do, including rescreening, and rehiring staff if we needed to, a bit of remodeling in order to create the kind of atmosphere I wanted this resort to have, and take care of discreet, but important advertising. But the bottom line was...we were in business!

The next little surprise was in learning about Darrel, who had again secured for us pretty much an open line of account. In addition to that, securing additional investors as well, which we hurriedly set up another important meeting in the days ahead. From that select group, would come the first of our big paying customers.

Even I had no idea just how life changing all this would be. Within a relatively short period of time, I would soon find out.

To be continued...