16 comments/ 82112 views/ 59 favorites Braining Ch. 01 By: TexRiffraff Brian develops his paranormal ability and chases the girl (Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody is worried about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions. All persons involved in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read the chapters in order. The main character in this story has paranormal capabilities, for which he invented his own terminology, using regular English words. To distinguish his special use of these words, the author utilizes non-standard punctuation. Thus, among others, the word "push" becomes +push when the character is describing his supra-sensory talent. (the plus sign is silent -- it's still pronounced "push.") Special thanks to LunaRosa for her perceptive, insightful editing. This is a better story because of her. Warnings: This is the lighter side of Mind Control, more Mind than Control. If you prefer your MC stories to feature reluctance and non-consent, this story probably isn't for you. The story gets off to a rather tame start. Ch. 1 establishes the main characters, and has very little sexual content. What there is, is very youthful, naïve, discovery oriented. In Ch. 2 things become more Literotic.) : : : : : In Brian's earliest memory of his special ability, he was sitting in his high chair. His mom was dividing her attention between ironing, folding, and feeding him a snack, some sort of finger food. She was taking far too long getting him his next bite. Brian perked up as she reached for the bowl -- at last! -- but the phone rang, and she turned to answer it. Brian slumped forward in frustration. She took the call, chatting casually, and left the room for a moment. He gazed intently at the bowl, and it began to slide across the table. He still couldn't reach it, so he gazed at it a little harder, and it slid right up to his high chair tray. He helped himself to a bite, triumphant. At first he had no idea that this ability was unusual, it was just one of several he was developing at that age, like running and talking. He quickly discovered, however, that other people saw it differently. One afternoon, he moved a sippy cup of juice to within his reach. His mom had been writing a check and was facing away, so she didn't see it, she only heard the cup slide. The way she over-reacted, you'd have thought that the earth had changed direction and the sun had risen in the west. His solution was to hide his ability from his parents, and just to be safe, everybody else. Luckily for the world, especially those around him, Brian was a fairly decent guy, who understood the difference in right and wrong. He only occasionally used his ability for anything improper. But he was more than willing to use it when it was clearly right. One day in kindergarten, the kids were headed to recess. Little Doug cut in line, which was nothing new, Doug was habitually dishonest and unfair. This time, however, when the line started moving, Brian unbuttoned and unzipped Doug's shorts, which fell around his ankles, tripping him. The kids all laughed at Doug's Batman underwear, especially the girls. After he pulled his shorts back up, he was the last kid to get outside. Brian regretted embarrassing Doug, but he felt better when Doug began to realize that the concept of being fair applied to him too. By the first grade, Brian had named his ability "braining." He knew it was absurd, what he later learned is called a non-sequitur, but he liked that about it. It was his ability, and he could call it what he wanted. When he moved something, he said to himself, "I +brained it from here to there," and chuckled inwardly at the silliness. Besides, having this ability was a heavy responsibility for a little guy, and calling it something goofy eased some of the burden. Brian was particularly careful to hide his ability from the other kids. He intuitively realized that if they figured it out, he'd be forever surrounded by "friends" trying to get him to +brain things to their advantage. He made sure they never noticed. And besides, it was exhausting. Moving things with his brain was a lot like moving them with his muscles -- the heavier the object, the more tiring. It required far more energy to move things with his brain. When Brian was in the 7th grade, he found a book on parapsychology at the public library. He learned that he was not the only one who could +brain, and that its formal name was telekinesis. "Tell - uh - kuh - NEE - sis," he repeated to himself -- the ability to move physical objects using only thought. He couldn't decide if he was excited, or disappointed, that there were others. Probably a little of both. Brian had a voracious appetite for learning diverse things, and a natural ability to solve problems. He was comfortable socially, with an infectious ability to find what was interesting in the commonplace. When he hit junior high school, one thing was almost inevitable: he was hugely popular with girls. Girls gave Brian a whole new reason to +brain. Not so much the obvious... at first he did plenty of +braining their dresses up, but that thrill didn't last long. They all wore panties, after all, and after the initial excitement, one pair wasn't all that different from another. Besides, it was tiring. He developed all sorts of maneuvers to make a girl feel special. For example, during the brief time he had been interested in lifting their skirts, he had learned to +brain a little burst of air to blow up the hem -- much more subtle than merely "lifting" it for a peek. When he began making out, he found that +braining a billow of air to slightly ripple the girl's hair made her feel much more sensuous. So did causing a nearby wind chime to make its soothing sounds. He could cause a small breeze to blow across her neck or ear, raising the hairs on her arm. Of course, these things only happened when she was with him. He soon became known as the best kisser in school. Then he got ahold of an older kid's girlie magazine. Most boys drool over the pictures, but Brian was enthralled with the letters column, where advice was given on how to attract women and turn them on. He received his first insight into where their hot spots were -- "ee - RAH - jeh - nuss zones," he repeated to himself. Brian became an avid reader of as many advice columns as he could get ahold of. He was not much of a fan of porn dvds, but when his friends played them, Brian paid the most attention to the lesbian scenes -- it was clear to him that most of the boy-on-girl action was driven by what could be easily lit and shot, as well as what the producers perceived was their target audience's fantasies. If there was any genuine, useful sexual technique to be studied, it was in the girl-on-girl scenes -- how they pleasured each other, particularly oral, was a goldmine of valuable instruction. With the information he gleaned, filtered by his natural ability to distinguish useful technique from unimaginative bullshit, he became far more worldly than the meager sum of his actual experiences. Applying what he had learned, he tried repeatedly to +brain a nipple or a clitoris, but he never had any success moving individual body parts. His ability seemed limited to moving only entire objects. A girl's body was too big for him to move, and even if he could, it would merely place her elsewhere, not arouse her. By being clever, he found useful ways to employ his new knowledge -- applying a little wiggle to the cup of her bra, or her panties, would stimulate that part of her body, making her feel that making out with him was a little hotter than with anyone else. His girlfriends tended to be very loyal. : : : : : It was near the end of Brian's senior year when things changed. He may have become a little over-confident with his ability. It was nearly disastrous. Brian's friend Jon played guitar in a band. It didn't take Brian long to discover that hanging out with the band enhanced his esteem with many of the hottest girls. High school kids' musical equipment breaks down, frequently. Brian knew more about electronics than anyone else, so it usually fell to him to fix their gear as it broke. Before long he was a de facto member of the band. Jon's backup amplifier had been acting up, and Brian had taken it apart one afternoon, feeling pretty sure that he knew what the problem was. The amp's design was flawed, and Brian saw a simple way to modify it so that not only would it be more reliable, it would sound better. Bonus! The modifications Brian had in mind involved replacing several components. To try out his changes, he disconnected one end of the old parts, and patched in new ones. It would be more elegant to completely remove the wiring he was replacing, reassembling the circuit from scratch, and he would eventually do that. First, though, he would make sure his changes worked. He was taking his time, being extra careful because some of the internal components in an amp retain high voltages, even when it's not plugged in. He was almost finished, only needing to solder together one last connection, but there was no easy way to do it. He held the leads together with a pair of needle-nosed pliers, and heated them with the soldering iron, but then he was out of hands, with no way to apply the solder. If Jon had been over, Brian could get him to hold the pliers, or feed the solder; but he wasn't, and Brian wasn't expecting anyone else over. So, he +brained the leads in place, holding the solder in one hand, and the iron in the other. It would have worked, but something touched something else that it wasn't supposed to touch, and high voltage found a path through Brian's body. He collapsed. He came to, disoriented, not knowing what had happened, or how long he had been out. It took him a moment to remember getting shocked. He sat up, forced the fog from his mind, and checked himself for burns, finding none. Then, in a panic, he wondered if the shock could have affected his ability to +brain. He focused on a screwdriver on the table, and was immensely relieved when he was able to roll it off the edge. He checked the clock, saw it was nearly dinner time, and decided to finish the amp another time. He stowed his tools and went to the kitchen, where his mom was setting the table. "Hey, mom." "Hi, honey." He opened the fridge and got a Pepsi, hating what inevitably happened next: his mom would lecture him that he didn't need the carbs this close to dinner, and tell him to wait. To his surprise, today she smiled at him and said nothing. He realized he didn't even really want a Pepsi, but he did want to establish the precedent that he could get anything from the fridge, any time, without comment. So he popped the top, and went to his room. "Weird," he thought, "I wonder if she's not feeling well." Dinner was uneventful, and it being Friday night, he was going to hang out with the band (and the girls who were always around), so he asked his dad for $20. Like the Pepsi, this also happened regularly, and also always resulted in Brian being disappointed. "What for, son?" He replied, trying to hide any resentment in his voice, "You know, we always send out for pizza, or wings, or tacos, or something. I always eat some, but I never have the money to buy. I'd like to be able to, occasionally, anyway..." He immediately felt the failure, this had been one of his weakest arguments ever. "Sure, son, that makes sense, but is $20 enough for all you kids? Here's $35." What? That was weird, first mom and then dad... whatever! He got to his friends' music room, a converted garage, and checked out who was there. There was the band, of course. Dan on vocals, Jon on guitar, Phil on keyboards, Glen on bass, and another Phil on drums, who everyone called "Bear." There was also a cornucopia of senior girls. Terese was a tall blonde with a movie star face. She had been the first girl in elementary school to develop a figure. All through the 6th grade, especially when they were studying astronomy, the guys, in stealthy whispers, would refer to her "heavenly body," while having no idea what they would actually do with it if she let them. When they hit high school, Brian was interested in her for a short while. Ever since then she had made it clear that she liked him a lot. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, though, and when he was with her, he struggled to find things to talk about. Jennifer was an olive-skinned brunette, with the most spectacular body of the bunch. Brian had never made a move on her, because she and his friend Phil, the keyboard player in the band, had been together since the 9th grade. Jenn's body was so spectacular that occasionally he would still +brain her skirt up, or cause a button or two to come open on her blouse. He had confirmed that she had a spectacular ass, a wonderfully exotic taste in underwear, and that it would be worth the effort to further check out her breasts. Megann was the only girl who didn't go back to the 1st grade with Brian and the others. She had the reddest hair Brian had ever seen, and sparkling green eyes, that always seemed to be enjoying a secret that she might or might not tell you. Brian didn't fully think of her as a "real" girl, because she had been such a tomboy when they were younger. When the other girls had been busy playing hopscotch or serving tea to their dolls, she had played sports with the guys, and could throw, catch, and hit a baseball, sink 90% of her free throws, and throw a spiral farther than most boys. However, once her body started to bloom, she had become quite a spectacular creature. Alana was another hottie. In a different group of girls, she would have been the star: a bright outgoing personality, a pretty face, full medium brown hair, and a killer body; but in this group, she didn't really stand out. Brian had kissed her several times during spin the bottle -- now THERE was a time that it was great to be able to +brain, he always got to kiss who he wanted to. While Alana was great looking and a fabulous kisser, somehow there just wasn't a spark there for him. Carina, despite her Latina sounding name, was a slender strawberry blonde. Carina had never been considered much of a looker, although, like the others, she had a lovely face. This past school year, however, Brian had noticed that she was beginning to fill out very nicely. VERY nicely. He guessed she must be one of those late bloomers. Last, but not least, was Blair. How to describe Blair? In purely objective terms, she was the plainest of the bunch. A pretty face, but not the prettiest. An outgoing personality, but not the most outgoing. Honey-colored blonde hair, with a tight little body, but not as long and lean as Terese, or as curvaceous as Jennifer. Brian found himself thinking about Blair constantly, however, there was just a special something about her. Brian had hit on Blair repeatedly. She deflected his advances each time, but somehow in a gentle way that seemed to encourage him to continue. She seemed to like him, but she kept him at arm's length. She was a complete mystery. Terese noticed Brian arriving. "Hey Brian," she practically sung, with a huge smile. A couple of the others greeted him as well. "Hey everybody," he replied, causing her face to fall. The band was actually practicing tonight, as opposed to playing a little and mostly hanging out, so there was no chance of any conversation over the volume. For the billionth time, Brian wondered why they had to be so loud, and wished they'd play softer. This time, to his amazement, they all turned their amplifiers down, then went back to playing, at a more reasonable sound pressure level. The song they were practicing was one that drove Brian crazy, because Dan always got the words wrong. Brian himself had told him the correct words a dozen times, and he knew that several others had as well, and he still got it wrong every time. Jeez, Brian thought, it's so simple, reciting the correct lyrics to himself. He was startled a moment later when Dan sang it correctly. Brian noticed Carina also reacting to the correct lyrics. Brian thought sadly, she's becoming so pretty, but nobody will ever notice it, she dresses so primly. "I mean, look," he thought, "the blouse she's wearing, it could be really cute, except she has it buttoned all the way up to the collar, and the cuffs buttoned at the wrists. She makes it look plain, like a man's shirt. If she'd roll up the sleeves to her elbows, and undo a few buttons at the neck, it'd be really feminine." He was stunned as she casually unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up the sleeves to the elbows, and unbuttoned three buttons in the front, showing some cleavage that probably no one even knew she had. OK, this was getting deep. First mom with the Pepsi, then dad with the cash. Then the band turning down, and Dan finally getting the words right. And now, Carina loosening her shirt. He glanced around the room to see if anyone else had noticed how weird things were getting, but everyone else seemed normal. Jennifer was sitting on the ice chest, so he decided to try an experiment. He thought silently, but sort of in her direction, "I sure am thirsty, would you bring me a Pepsi?" Nothing happened. He tried again, same result. He thought back, and realized that with the volume, the lyrics, and Carina's shirt, his thoughts had been more abstract, so he projected "thirsty... Pepsi..." and watched in amazement as Jenn stood, opened the cooler, plunged her hand into the ice, and brought him a Pepsi! "Cold drink?" she said. "Um, sure, thanks." He thought, "Interesting... Have I always had that, and didn't know it? No, I've thought about the volume and the lyrics about a thousand times each, and the guys have never responded before. So why's it different now? I don't get it... It isn't that I'm trying any harder, but they responded this time, and they never did before. I mean, a couple of those things could be coincidences, but all of them? The volume? The lyrics? Carina's shirt? The Pepsi?" He recalled getting shocked while soldering. "That couldn't be it," he thought, "I've gotten shocked several times before. Why would this time be different?" The guys in the band set down their instruments to take a break, so everyone went out to the back yard and hung out for a bit, in that casual, comfortable way long-time friends have with each other. Brian stayed off by himself, until Jon broke his reverie. "You OK? You don't seem yourself." "Yeah, I'm alright, I got shocked working on your amp this afternoon." "Dude, be careful, don't give yourself a lobotomy, or anything." "A lobotomy is surgery, you dork..." "Oh, yeah, right. Did you notice Carina? She looks HOT tonight." "Yeah, she sure does." When the guys resumed practicing, Brian continued contemplating his new ability, and where it might have come from. He realized that this afternoon was the first time he'd ever gotten shocked while +braining. He'd been holding the wires in place telekinetically when he took the shock, and now he seemed to have not only the ability to move objects, but also the ability somehow to influence people's thoughts or actions. Could that be? A dose of high voltage, enhancing his psychic abilities? He decided to try taking it to the next level. He caught Blair's eye, and glanced at the door to the back yard. He got up, and casually opened it, going outside again. This simple gesture had worked with other girls, but had failed with Blair multiple times. This time he added his new-found ability, focusing his thoughts on Blair joining him. He glanced behind him to see if he needed to hold the door open for her, or if he was shot down in flames again. To his amazement, she was coming out with him. Yes! Braining Ch. 01 He took a seat on a bench, and she sat beside him. "Hey," he said. "Hey," she answered. "Beautiful night." "Sure is." "Band is sounding good." "Yeah, they are." "You look nice tonight." "Thank you." He paused, looked into her eyes, and focused intently on kissing her, and her kissing him back. He lightly touched her shoulder, and leaned forward. She leaned forward as well, and their lips met. They lingered, kissing gently. He peeked at her eyes, gratified to see them closed. He pulled softly away from her, and started to say, "I..." but she cut him off with a finger on his lips, and leaned in for another kiss, this one the real deal -- long, hard, arms wrapped around each other's back, tongues actively exploring each other. When they finally came up for air, they continued to hold each other, Blair resting her cheek on his shoulder. He said, "wow." She said, "yeah, wow." They sat silently, enjoying their closeness for a few minutes, and she said, "Let's just, um, we, uh... we don't have to say anything right now..." which was perfect for him, since he had no idea what to say. After some more kissing, and some more not talking, Blair rose to go back in. "Let me go first, and you wait a minute or two," she said. "Terese noticed us leaving. She really likes you, you know." "I know," Brian said. "We tried, I mean, I've tried to like her as much as she likes me, but it just isn't there for me. I've tried to let her know, without being mean, but she just doesn't want to hear it." Blair gave him a look that could have meant that she appreciated him not being mean, or it could have meant she thought he should be doing more to get Terese to point her hopes elsewhere, Brian wasn't sure. She went on in, leaving him in the back yard, his mind racing about what had just happened. When Brian returned inside, Terese greeted him with her eyes. She had on a short skirt, and as he settled onto a cushion on the floor, he noticed that she was slowly turning her body in her seat so that her knees were facing him. He groaned inwardly as he saw her spreading her knees, so that he, and only he, could see up her skirt. He refused to let his eyes go there -- a major effort for a high school boy. Her posing was a huge cringe for him, so he +brained her skirt to sag down between her thighs, so that he wouldn't have the view that she seemed to be trying to give him. However, she noticed its droop, and spread her knees even more to pull the fabric taut, allowing him full visual access. Brian wished he had a way to get her to stop. "Wait a minute," he thought, recalling the volume, the lyrics, and the Pepsi, "maybe I do." He focused intently on Terese's knees being together, and while he was at it, on Terese paying attention to the band -- Glen, the bass player, for example. When he looked back at her, her knees were together, and she was watching Glen intently as the band worked on a new song. He glanced over at Blair, to see if he could get a read on how she felt about what had happened in the back yard. She quickly looked away, as if she had been checking him out. Weird, he thought. Then he decided to try his new ability a bit more, and concentrated on Blair turning HER knees toward him and separating them... Although she was wearing shorts, they were very short, the kind with flared, wide legs. He gave it a minute before he checked her out, and damn if she hadn't moved, and up one leg of her shorts he could see the inside of her thigh, ending at something white. Not wanting to be caught, he glanced away. When he went back, her leg was in an even better position, and he could clearly see that it was fine white lace, not merely plain cotton. Wowsers! Although he desperately wanted to soak up this sight at his leisure, he again looked away, so he wouldn't get caught. "Is this creepy?" he asked himself. "I mean, I probably shouldn't be doing this. But, really, it's a brand new ability, and I'm just checking out what I can do, and what I can't." He checked out the lace a couple more times before he willed her back into a more comfortable position. : : : : : Brian realized he needed to be careful with this new ability, which he decided to call "mentalling." He understood that people would feel manipulated if they discovered they were being +mentalled, and would naturally be resentful. Angrily resentful. He also realized that if he ever began misusing this power, it would be difficult to stop, so he took it slow and easy. The school year ended with graduation, which wasn't going to be that much of a transition for the gang, since they had all enrolled at the state college right there in town. None of them were going to live in the dorms -- they all had nicer rooms at home, they would be free of the strict freshman dorm rules, and it cost a LOT less. Everyone had summer jobs, so they actually saw each other less after graduation. Brian was working hard to move things along with Blair, thinking about her constantly, but it was going slowly -- she still seemed to be keeping her distance. A couple of weeks after school was out, everyone, which for the most part by now was the band, Brian, and the girls, planned a trip to Seven Worlds, the amusement park, which they had all been going to since they were kids. At first they planned the trip for a Saturday, but several of them objected that the park would be the most crowded then, so instead they picked a week day, all of them putting in for that day off from work. Then, one by one, most of them dropped out. A couple of them would be away on family vacations, and most of the rest had their day off denied, when someone with more seniority pulled rank on them. In the end, it was Phil and Jennifer, Jon and Carina, who were spending more and more time together, and Brian and Blair. Brian's old Acura would hold everybody, but he had arranged to have his mom's SUV for the day, it was much roomier and nicer. That morning, as he was about to leave to pick everyone up, Carina called, saying that she had just gotten off the phone with Jon. He had come down with stomach flu, and couldn't go. "And, I'm going to pass," she continued, "I don't want to be the only singleton there." "Blair and I are singletons," he protested. "Yeah, right. You like her, everybody knows." Brian tried to talk her out of it, but he couldn't. He called Blair to get her to call Carina, but she refused, saying she understood, and that if it had been Brian who had a virus, she would have declined to go as well. Brian considered trying to +mental Carina into going, but he didn't want to spread himself too thin. He was already working on Blair -- Jennifer had implied several times that she was going to the park braless, and Brian had been +mentalling Blair for over a week to do the same. Brian stopped at Phil's house first, and Jenn was already there. Brian noticed that, as promised, Jenn wasn't wearing a bra. They headed over to Blair's house, Brian with his hopes high. He was disappointed as she came out the front door -- white straps on her shoulders peeked out the armholes of her tank top. "Oh well, I guess I didn't +mental her hard enough, or maybe her house is too far away from mine," he thought. They were barely out of the neighborhood when she asked him to stop at a McDonald's on the corner, so she could use the restroom. Brian thought, "Really? Already? Jeez..." She only took a minute, and when she came out, Brian had to stifle a huge smile. Blair looked different: no white straps, and a couple of clear, raisin-sized bumps in the front of her tank top. Before she buckled her seatbelt, she aimed the a/c vent away from her chest... "Ready?" she asked. Brian responded, "let's roll," wondering if they were talking about driving, or other things. They parked, and on the long walk to the entrance of the park, Blair was hard to read. She'd hold his hand for awhile, then she'd be skittish, almost avoiding contact with him. They paid, and Brian suggested that they ride the train first. It was a genuine steam locomotive which circled the entire park. In addition to serving as a shuttle, stopping at each of the park's sectors, Brian pointed out that almost all the rides could be seen from it, so riding a complete circuit on it provided a good overview of the park. Everyone could be reminded what rides they liked, what the layout was, and get a preview of what new rides looked interesting. They all agreed that sounded good. It was a bright, hot summer day, and as they exited the train, Phil suggested that they choose their route around the park so that they could ride the Tunnel Of Terror multiple times. "Why? Jenn said, "it's a kiddie ride." "Yeah," added Blair, "It's not even scary, if you're older than about eight." Brian smirked and said, "Phil, you want to do the honors?" "No, you go ahead." "My pleasure." He paused for effect. "Imagine if you will," he began, imitating their senior year History teacher, getting a giggle from the girls. "Imagine a summer day at Seven Worlds, the sun beating down mercilessly, no place to hide from the brutal mid-day heat. Imagine, also, a group of college-bound adults, too mature and intelligent to fall for a mere kiddie ride, one that's not even scary." He turned to Phil, "How'm I doing so far?" "Fabulous, maestro," Phil intoned formally, "please continue." "I shall. Imagine further," he continued his mock orating, "that there is one ride in the entire park that is enclosed, out of the sun, and in order to keep the wee ones' parents willing to endure such a ride," and he drew out the next few syllables, " a i r c o n - f r e a k i n g - d i t i o n e d." Brian held up his hand for a high five from Phil, and the girls squealed in recognition, "The Tunnel Of Terror!" The Tunnel Of Terror consisted of individual cars, each big enough to hold two adults, or a parent and two kids, or three kids. The cars rode on a rail snaking through the tunnel, taking the kiddies slowly from fearsome scene to fearsome scene, each scene emerging from darkness with lighting effects, enhancing the scariness. So, in addition to being air-conditioned, the Tunnel Of Terror was mostly dark. The guys didn't remind the girls of that. They briefly glanced at each other, conspiratorially -- they were taking their braless girls into a cool, dark tunnel. Seven Worlds was laid out in a bit of a maze. They worked their way from the train station toward one of the back corners, in as linear a fashion as possible. Being a weekday, the lines were short enough that they never had to wait long, even for the more popular rides. They skipped rides no one was interested in, and all four would do any ride that one of them wanted to. A couple of them were so much fun that they rode them twice, and the smaller roller coaster was so good they rode it three times. Then the girls mentioned being hungry. A food court was nearby, so they ducked in. There was one large area of tables, with counters selling different types of fast food surrounding it on three sides. The tables were packed, but Phil knew of a smaller, secondary area, back past the restrooms -- probably for employees. It was empty. Brian and Blair claimed a table for four back in the corner, and gave some money to Phil and Jenn, who went off to order. "Having fun?" Brian asked. Blair answered, "Yeah, you?" Brian responded by leaning in, and Blair also leaned in to meet him with a long, deep kiss. "I am now..." Brian whispered. "Easy, tiger," Blair whispered back, "lotsa little ones around." He glanced around. "Not back here," he responded, leaning back in. This kiss was longer, slower, deeper. He eased his hand onto her knee, and slowly worked his fingertips up the outside of her thigh, until he reached the hem of her skirt. He paused briefly, and taking the lack of "no" as a "yes," eased under her skirt, continuing upward. They broke off their kiss, but stayed in a close hug, as his fingertips continued their trip upward. The further up he got, the more his touch increased: fingertips became entire fingers, then fingers became a cupped hand -- the initial light stroke morphed into full caress. Then, the long, taut thigh ended, and Brian realized that he didn't have a handful of upper thigh, he had a handful of eighteen-year-old bum. Rump, ass, booty, rear, tush, butt, seat, derriere. He pulled his face back from their hug without disconnecting from the heavenly flesh, looked into her eyes, and whispered, "Thong?" She raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and with a little grin showing through, shook her head. His heart skipped a beat, and he croaked, "Commando?" She flushed with color, lowered her eyes demurely, and whispered, "I was wondering when you'd notice..." Just then, Jenn and Phil got back with the food. Lunch went as normally as could be expected after such a revelation. Phil and Jenn didn't really notice anything, as they were off in their own private couple space. As they finished, they discussed what to do next. Brian named a couple of nearby rides that he liked, conveniently right on the way to the Tunnel Of Pleasure. Uh, Terror, the Tunnel Of Terror. He didn't want to appear TOO eager to get there, but he didn't want it to take much longer. Finally, they were standing in line. Mercifully, it was short. As they waited, Phil reminded them, "There's a point in the middle where the cars come out of the tunnel for a few seconds, see up there, above the entrance?" They watched as a car emerged and went past, the kids in it waved to their parents below, and it dived back into the enclosed part. "That's right after the grizzly bears and the lumberjack. Assuming you SEE the grizzly bears..." and he grinned. "Better cue is, it's right after the buzz-saw sound effect. "The end of the ride comes right after you hear the crypt-keeper character cackling." Brian and Blair nodded solemnly. Since they had already agreed that they would ride the Tunnel Of Terror several times, Brian decided that this trip would be about breasts -- later trips would focus on other parts of her anatomy. As soon as their car entered the tunnel and the doors slid shut behind them, he and Blair had their arms around each other, their lips locked, and Brian eased the hand that wasn't around her back up under her tank top. He caressed her tummy, moving upward each trip across. Before long, the top of his hand came in contact with the bottom of her breast, so he opened his fingers and took the entire mound into the palm of his hand. He squeezed it gently, and located her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Easy, they're very sensitive," she whispered. He pinched it gently, and rolled it lightly back and forth. She moaned her approval. He removed his hand from under her shirt, and pulled her far knee up and over his lap, bringing her around to where she was straddling him, face to face. He lifted the front of her tank top up to her neck, and took both her breasts into his hands. She leaned forward for an intense kiss, nearly sucking his tongue right out of his head. Her tits were pressed tightly into his hands, which were pressed hard against his chest. Her kiss was heightened by a low, purring sound from the back of her throat. He pulled back from her quickly, and said, "The buzz-saw sound." She hurried off his lap back to her proper seat in the car, pulling her tank top back into place just as the car burst into the sunlight. They looked out over the line, the entrance below them, a dozen or so parents gazing up at them, waiting to wave at their kids. Their car turned a corner, and they plunged back into the darkness. They picked up where they left off, her tank top up, his hands massaging her bare chest. She slid down his thighs a bit, giving a little more space between their torsos, and leaned back slightly, pulling his mouth down to her nips. He drew his tongue slowly across the hard little buttons, licked little circles around them, then sucked them into his mouth, first gently, then a little harder. Her moans increased, and decreased occasionally, teaching him what she liked. In what seemed like no time, they heard the crypt-keeper cackling, and Blair barely made it back to her seat covered up when the car burst back outside. They rejoined Phil and Jenn, decided which direction to go, and were headed toward the next ride, when Blair hissed, "JENN-if-er!" "What, what is it?" Jenn responded to the alarm in her voice. Blair pulled Jenn's head near hers, and said, "your top is on inside out..." Jenn looked, and it was, the label and all the seams showing. She and Blair sprinted to the nearest Ladies Room. Phil just smiled, and Brian gave him a high five. They rode a few more rides, but it was mid-afternoon, and the summer heat was stifling. They were soon back in line for the Tunnel Of Terror. As the ride began, Brian and Blair locked lips, and he repeated his finger-walking trip up her leg, but this time up the inside of her thigh. He had just reached the top, and discovered by feel that she was freshly shaved, completely, no racing stripe, landing strip, or puff of any sort or shape, when their car burst into the light -- neither of them had noticed the buzz-saw sound effect. They both jerked upright, and Brian was gifted with an eyeful of what he had just been touching. Immediately, her skirt appeared to pull itself down to its proper position across her lap. Brian looked up at her face, and she looked completely freaked out, totally deer-in-the-headlights. He didn't say anything until they were back in the tunnel. Then he sat there in silence, not kissing her, not holding her, not believing what he had just seen. "So, what was that?" "What was what?" "That thing with your skirt." She laughed nervously. "Silly, I shaved for you. Do you like?" "Well, duh, yeah, I like that, a lot. But, what was that thing with your skirt?" "I don't know what you mean..." "Dammit, Blair, don't treat me like an idiot." "What, Brian, what are you talking about?" The crypt-keeper was cackling. He grabbed her hands to constrain them, and +brained her skirt up. Their car burst out into the sunlight. Her skirt seemed to go down by itself. He +brained it up again. It lowered, seemingly by itself. The car settled at the end of the ride, Brian jumped out, grabbed Blair's upper arm, and dragged her out the exit. "We have to talk..." he growled, looking around, pulling her past Phil and Jenn, who looked shocked. He looked around a bit more, then found what he sought. He dragged her through a door, and the last thing she saw before he slammed it shut and threw the deadbolt was the little sign that said, "Family Restroom." Inside there was a toilet, a sink, and a fold-down changing table for infants. Most importantly, what the room had was privacy. "What the fuck Blair, what was that?" She blinked back tears, and said, "What? Brian, what's with you? You're scaring me..." Brian stood silently, seething. He turned to the wall, not speaking, and then turned back to Blair. He +brained her tank top up to her neck, revealing her breasts. He saw a slight scowl cross Blair's face, felt a commotion just below his navel, and his shorts shot to the floor, exposing his boxers. He stared at her, seeing that she was beginning to tremble. He +brained the clasp of her skirt unhooked, and let it fall to the floor. His boxers would have fallen just as quickly, but despite his anger, he had a pretty good hard-on going, and they hung up briefly on that. Then they fell away and exposed it. Blair buried her face in her hands. Slowly, although she didn't move, she lowered her tank top and raised her skirt, returning them to their proper position. Brian just stood there and stared at her, his hard-on pointing at her accusingly, until she slowly raised his boxers, and his shorts, to just below his cock. He tucked it in old-school, using his hands. Braining Ch. 01 "That, Blair, that. What the hell is that?" Blair stared at him through her tears, her face a mixture of hurt and anger. "What, you think you're the only one? You think no one else can +remote?" "What? You... I... what the... I... are you shitting me?" Blair shook her head, but didn't speak. "What did you call it?" She didn't answer. He grasped her shoulders, gently this time. "Blair, talk to me. Did you say 'remoting?'" She sniffled, and nodded. "That's my name for it. Technically it's called..." and her voice faltered. "...telekinesis," he finished her sentence. Tears leaked from her eyes, silently. "So you have it too?" he asked. She nodded, sniffled again, scowled at him, and whimpered, "Hello, Captain Obvious. Are you telling me you didn't know?" "Didn't know? Of course I didn't know, how the hell would I know?" "Well, I've known YOU had it since about, oh, the 2nd grade." Brian was thunderstruck. She continued, "Maybe earlier. Was it you that pulled down Doug Johnson's pants in kindergarten?" Brian nodded. "I KNEW it," she continued, "I mean, I was pretty sure I knew it. "In the 2nd grade, at lunch one day, I don't know if you remember, David Skinner was bugging Bonnie, Bonnie, um, I don't remember her last name, you know, she moved away just before junior high. Anyway, David was bothering her, it was really awkward..." Brian picked up the story, "And I turned over his thermos. I dumped a whole thing of milk in his lap. I had forgotten that story." He chuckled briefly. Blair continued, "I saw you grimace as you did it. That would have been a huge object for me to +remote at that age, I guess it was for you too. I saw the effort on your face, and I knew then that you had the same ability I had. Until then, I thought that I was the only one..." Brian pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, and after a brief moment, she wrapped her arms around him. He said, "We've done so much together, so many years. You never once said anything." "Well, it's not an easy subject." "No shit. You freaked me out back there on the ride." "I did it without thinking, we were out in the sun, and my goodies were uncovered." Brian started to laugh... Blair slugged him, lightly, on the chest, sniffling, "it's not funny, Brian." "Your GOODIES?" Realizing what she had said, Blair began to laugh too. Once they started, all the tension of the last few minutes melted away, and they couldn't stop. Blair got a paper towel and wiped her face, then began to cry again. "What now?" Brian asked. "Brian, I've liked you since the second grade, what you did for Bonnie was so nice, so kind. All I've ever wanted since then is to be your girlfriend, and now I've blown it." Brian stared at her, not knowing what to say. He spoke anyway, "You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?" Just then, there was a knocking on the door. "What, we're talking here," Brian yelled. Phil answered, "Um, you guys OK?" "Probably, we just need to talk through a few things..." "OK, fine with us, but there's been a couple of moms with little kids out here waiting to get in, and I think one of them is calling park security. Maybe there's a better place to talk?" "We'll be out in a minute." Brian turned back to Blair, "Look, I probably over-reacted. I'm sorry." He paused. "This is a lot to deal with. Maybe I could have handled it better. I mean, I should have handled it better. "Let's get out of here before security comes. Then, can we back up a bit and talk? Sort of reset? We, um, we've got a lot to go over..." Phil and Jenn were glad to go off on their own for awhile. The two couples agreed to touch base via cell phone in an hour or two. Being mid-afternoon, several corners in the food court dining area were wide open, but didn't feel private enough. Brian bought a couple of cold bottles of water, anticipating that this discussion might take awhile. They got their hands stamped at the gate for re-admission, and were walking towards the car, when Brian noticed a picnic table over in some dense shade. Leaves around the table were swaying, so it looked like there was a breeze. Blair began, "Where do we start?" Brian said, "I think at some point we should take it from the beginning, and go through it all in an orderly way. But right now, I'm not sure where the beginning is. So, this may not be the best way, but for starters, I have some questions..." "Okay..." He began, "So, you've had +remoting all your life?" "Yeah, you too?" "As long as I can remember. Only I call it +braining." "Ah, as in moving things with your brain?" "Exactly. +Remoting, as in remote control?" "Yeah." "When did you realize that it was unusual?" "At first, I assumed that everyone could +remote, they just didn't mention it. I mean, they didn't mention breathing much, either, and everybody does that. But eventually I noticed that I never saw anyone else do it, and no one else EVER talked about it. So, I guess around the time we were in the kindergarten, it seemed to me that, most likely, no one else could do it. Until I saw you drop Doug's pants, I pretty much felt alone." Brian asked, "Does anybody else know?" "No one. I've never told anybody. You?" "No, not a soul. Well, I guess you figured it out, although I didn't know that until today. So maybe somebody else has, too, but I don't know of anyone." "You've never told Jon, Phil, anyone?" "No. You've never told Jenn, any of the others?" "Nope." "You said you've wanted to be my girlfriend since the second grade?" Blair blushed, and whispered, "Yes." "Pardon my bluntness, but why am I only finding out about that now, when we just graduated from high school?" "Wellll, umm..." "What is it?" he asked as gently as possible... "This is hard to say..." "After the last few minutes, the commando thing, +remoting, after all that, what could be so difficult?" "I'm, um, I'm worried... about answering that." "Look, I promise not to blow up again." "It's not that. It's just, there's more." "More? OK, more... OK, let's see... um, can you make it simple?" "I'll try. Brian, look, I've liked you for almost ever. Damn, this is hard..." "What can I do to make it easier?" "Just listen." She paused. "See, the thing is, I didn't think we could really connect until you got the other side of it." "What do you mean, the other side?" "The other side of +remoting, you know, +pushing." "Pushing? I don't get it..." "Oh, but you do. I don't know what happened, but you've made some sort of breakthrough recently, and whatever it was, lately I've seen you +pushing. You know, +pushing an idea into someone else's thoughts. It must be rarer than telekinesis, I've never found anything to read about it. I've looked in books, magazines, scientific journals, as far as I can tell, there's nothing." Once again, Brian had thought that the day couldn't have any more thunderous surprises, and he was wrong. He was stunned. "I call it +mentalling. I've only had it for a few weeks. Um, look, Blair, um, I need to tell you about something I feel kind of guilty about..." "What?" "Ever since Jenn told Phil that she wasn't going to wear a bra today, I've been +mentalling you to do the same thing." "Really? Cool. Look, don't feel bad. I've been +pushing for years, and one thing I've noticed, it's like what they say about hypnosis, you can't get someone to do something they wouldn't otherwise be willing to do. So, seriously, don't worry about it, obviously I was up for it. I have to say, though, I'd been wondering where the thought came from." "I didn't think you had received it -- when I picked you up, you had a bra on." "Mom was home, she would have flipped if I'd left the house braless. "So," she continued, returning to the bigger question, "I've never been able to maintain a relationship for very long with someone who can't +remote. I've tried several times, but it makes me crazy, worrying all the time about keeping that deep of a secret. And I hate having to hide something that is such a major part of me. "So, taking that and extending it, even though you can +remote, I didn't think you and I would work out, long-term, if I could +push, and you couldn't. "And I didn't want to give it a try, and have us fail, when possibly if you ever learned to +push, we could get together then, and succeed. So I've been taking my time, hoping that you'd get it. Then, the other day, I saw you +push the band, and you +pushed Jenn to get you a drink." "I was brand new at it. I wasn't even intentionally trying to influence the band, I just thought it, and they got it. The drink thing, that was intentional, I wanted to see what I could do, and what I couldn't." "Then you +pushed me to come out back with you. Jeez, it had been such a long time since spin the bottle, I had forgotten how much I like kissing you. Then when you +pushed Terese's knees together- " "You saw that?" he interrupted. "Yeah, and it reminded me of when you dumped milk on David Skinner, it was such a sweet thing to do. Then, when you began +pushing my knees apart, I was a goner." "Really? A goner? Because it's been kinda hard to tell." "Well, it's not a simple situation we have here. We have a lot to cover, a LOT," her eyes welling with tears again. "And I wasn't confident that we could get through it," stifling a sob, "get through it without, without, well, what sorta happened. I've never talked to anyone about any of this, ever, so I don't have ANY experience with how to bring it up, what makes sense, what doesn't. I didn't mean for you to find out about it this way, but I screwed up! Brian, I'm sorry, I just, I just wanted to cover myself up." "Blair, look, I'M sorry, really, it was a lot to process..." She kissed him, tentatively at first, then when she felt him return it, long, deep, and passionate. She felt a hand on her back, and one on her thigh, and then she also felt her tank top raising up. She broke off the kiss and giggled. "No, wait, not yet... not yet. There's more." "Jeez, are you kidding me? More? I don't know how much more I can take." "Let's get it ALL out in the open." "You're right. You're right. OK, deep breath, I'm bracing myself. I'm ready, I think. Maybe. What else?" "Um, I have a confession, too." He waited, with no idea what to expect. "I've been +pushing you to like me." "Really? Cool. For how long?" "Um, since about the eighth grade." "You didn't have to do that -- I've always liked you, even before that." "No, not to like me, to LIKE me." "I'm telling you, I DO like you. I mean LIKE you." "Now I'm worried that it's just because I've been +pushing you." Neither one spoke for a moment. Brian broke the silence. "You said yourself that you can't get someone to do something against their nature." "True, I did." "Well, to quote you, obviously I was up for it. I can't think of any way to prove it, I can just show you, with action, over time." She nodded. "Um, anything else?" "That's not enough?" They both laughed. "Blair, look, I think we're doing a good job of resetting, and talking things through. But, could we back up a little more?" "Where to?" "How about right before the car came out of the tunnel?" Blair giggled and punched him lightly in the chest. "You're SUCH a guy..." (to be continued) Braining Ch. 02 (This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.) : : : : : A few days later, as Brian was just about to leave to go to band practice, his smart phone chimed, announcing that he had received a text. (Blair) > U going 2nite? (Brian) > No gotta work > I traded shifts to get off for 7 Worlds > U working Sun? > No. taking parents to airport at 7am. > Yeah. My aunt is sick, only flight they could get A long pause... > U wanna come over? > I'll be back by 8 come over when U want > LOL yes > B ready 2 practice > Braining & mentalling Remoting & pushing > park in garage & shut door (nosy neighbors don't need 2 know) : : : : : At 7:59 a.m. on Sunday, Brian pulled into the drive at Blair's house, smiling when he saw the garage door standing open. He parked as directed, got out of his old Acura, hit the garage door button next to the door into the utility room, and went looking for Blair. She was in the den, with a towel wrapped around her that was just long enough to cover her "goodies," her hair damp, brushing it out. "Hey," she said. "I like your outfit," Brian said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He +brained her towel loose, and it fell to the floor, and he said, his lips brushing hers, "I like it even better now..." "Mmmm," she purred, "you, um, you seem to have me at a disadvantage here." "So, what are you going to do about it?" She returned to kissing him. He felt his shorts unbutton, unzip, and fall to the floor. He kicked off his flip flops, and kicked the shorts away. He felt his boxers start to lower, but just like at Seven Worlds, the elastic hung up on his erection. He popped free, and they fell to the floor. "See?" she whispered, "we need practice." "What about my t-shirt?" She gestured for him to hold his arms up. His shirt began climbing his chest, gathering as it raised. It crossed his shoulders, continued up his arms, and over his head, the neck snagging on his nose. "We – need – practice," she said. She +remoted his t-shirt the rest of the way off. It popped free, and floated down to the floor. "I'm impressed," he said. "Aaah, not that good. I tried to hang it on your boner as it fell. We. Need. Practice." He took one of her hands in his, and raised it up. He twirled her slowly, a complete circle, taking in all the sights as she spun. "Like what you see?" "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," is all he could articulate, and he spun her again, slower. "If this is practice, I like it. When do your parents get back?" "Friday." "We have lots of time, then." "Umm hmmm." She led him to the couch, sat him in the center, and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. His erection was trapped between her tummy and his. She grasped his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. "Look, Brian, I know it doesn't seem like it right this second, but I want to go slow. We're naked already because with you I feel free and safe, and with you, getting there is fun. But, I don't want to feel rushed. "I'm on the pill, so we don't have to worry about contraception." She glanced down at his boner, which was losing some of its oomph... "Don't you worry, big guy, you're gonna be plenty busy today." She stared into his eyes. He found that he was thinking of carrying her to her bedroom. "Blair, are you +pushing me?" "Maybe... what are you feeling?" "I have this urge to pick you up and carry you to your bed." "Excellent. What are you waiting for?" Lying on her bed, she said, "now, you +mental me." She paused a moment, and blushed, rolling over on her tummy, saying, "Are you an ass man, Brian?" "Not exclusively, but I happened to notice that yours is quite nice." He straddled her lower legs, and ran the tips of his nails up the backs of her thighs, starting at the soft back part of her knees, all up to and across her heart-shaped butt. Every fine hair on her body stood at full attention. "You have a really nice touch..." He did it again, stroking a second path. He massaged the backs of her thighs, moving slowly, again, from her knees to her bum. He sort of kiss/lick/sucked on the sensitive skin behind her knees, and did the same to the crease between the tops of her thighs and the bottom of her ass. "Mmmm, that feels really good." He +mentalled her again, and she turned over on her back. "You're a good listener," he said. She rolled onto her side, facing him. "Will you just hold me for a bit? We both got up so early this morning, and you've got me so relaxed... I swear I'm not just teasing you, but it's not even 9 am, and right now I'd love to cuddle." He received a vision of toe-curling sex later in the day, and raised his eyebrows as a question. She answered with a soft nod and sleepy eyes. Then she was asleep, with her arm around his waist, her leg draped over his, and a Mona Lisa grin on her face. Brian didn't think he would be able to go back to sleep, but tucked into her warm embrace, with her breath gentle on his chest, he was down and out within a minute. : : : : : He awoke, momentarily disoriented, with an intense erection. He realized that this was more than mere morning wood, because it had two lips around it, first just around the very tip, then sliding slowly down, pulling in about three quarters of his 7 inches, then back out to the top. Her tongue swirled maddeningly around the tip, then she began her trip down toward the base again. She repeated this several more times, then noticed he was awake. "Good afternoon, sleepy head," she cooed. "Afternoon? What time is it?" "A little after 2." "2 in the afternoon? Damn... You been up long?" "Five, maybe ten minutes. I've been watching you sleep. This is new for me – I've never +pushed anyone who was asleep before, and I've never +pushed anyone for foreplay. I wanted to see if I could sweeten your dreams..." "It seems to have worked – is this the response you wanted?" She giggled, and he savored the sound. He paused, +mentalling her, and she looked back at him with wide eyes, and laid back, raising her hands over her head, arching her back in a deep, displaying stretch. If he had any doubt that she had received his +mentalling, it vanished when she cooed, "Mmmm, yes, go for it." He raised up on one elbow, and since she had liked the backs of his nails on the backs of her thighs, ran them slowly up from her navel, through the valley between her breasts, around both of them in a figure eight, circling near her nipples but not over them, and then down to her shaved mound. He returned to her navel, and repeated the whole pattern, this time raking his nails over her nipples, causing them to reach for the sky. He cupped her nearest tit, kissed her nip, circled it with his tongue, and then lightly tongued "I love mentalling" across it, in tiny cursive letters. She began to moan, softly. He traced a zigzag line to the other breast with his tongue, and wrote "I love being pushed" on its nip. He began to see an image of his head between her thighs, so he started a slow, curving trail down from her breasts, lingering on her tummy for a minute, tonguing her navel as if it were a mini-pussy, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. He lowered himself the rest of the way to her waiting slit, and lifted her knees up and apart, settling his shoulders under her thighs. He kissed first one inner thigh, then the other, homing in on her sweet sex. He kissed the hood of her clit lightly, eliciting a moan, and lapped from the bottom of the slit to the top. He repeated her tongue massage several times, bottom to top and back, slowly and sensuously. Using his thumbs, he pulled her outer lips apart, and echoed the pattern on her inner folds – intensifying by increasing the depth rather than speeding up. He continued several more times, widening how he held her outer lips, giving his tongue access to increasing depths of her inner folds. When his tongue returned to her clit, he circled it a couple of times, and wrote on it, in cursive, "tunnel of pleasure," privately enjoying the reference to Seven Worlds. He puckered his lips, and sucked her clit softly between them, pulling it free of the surrounding soft folds. Maintaining the suction, he began to circle it with his tongue, starting slow, and increasing the pace. "Oh my, that feels in-CRED-ible," he heard her moan. Then his mind was swamped with images of him on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around him. He placed the tip of his erection between her outer lips, and being careful not to lose the connection, lowered himself over her. He began, as slowly and smoothly as he could, to press his length into her. She pulled his face onto hers, enveloping his mouth. "So that's what I taste like... mmm, never tasted myself before..." He continued to ease into her, as slowly as possible. He finally reached the hilt, the slow friction electric along his length, and her breathing suggested that she found it just as satisfying. He pressed his pubic bone against hers, and rolled his hips in a circle. "Oh my god, you fill me up... you fit me so perfectly," she mumbled. To him, she was incredibly tight and warm. Although it felt almost too good to leave, he began to pull out, as slowly as he had entered. When he reached the end of his stroke, he was careful to leave only the very tip in her. Then he did it all over again. She locked her lips over his, her tongue assaulting his, and he maintained the slowest stroking he could manage, until she telegraphed her eagerness to move on. He was careful only to let her increase the tempo a tiny bit per stroke. He could feel her need building, but he resisted the urge to rush. As they began to gain momentum, she raised her thighs up along his ribs, and locked her ankles over the small of his back. He maintained their tempo, stroking her confidently, in a zone, feeling no urge to cum too soon. Her passion was building, but he was in no hurry, knowing that the longer their orgasms built, the more intense they would be. When he felt himself pass the point of no return, he doubled the rate of his stroking. She emitted a low-pitched, continuous moan, warbling each time he bottomed out in her. He felt her pussy began to constrict over him, and that launched him over the edge. He deep-stroked her until their orgasms had peaked, then he pushed in as far as he could go, and held it there. She pressed against him, rocking her hips against his, grinding little circles against the base of his length. She squeezed him as tight as she could, with her arms, legs, and channel. She found his mouth with hers, and deep into an intense kiss, began to relax the other ways she was holding him. "In... fucking... credible... I've... never... cum... like... that... before..." she eventually said. "What did you DO to me?" She rolled them onto their sides, and kissed his forehead, kissed his cheeks, and kissed his chin. She rolled them a little further, so now she was on top, and he was still inside her. "Oh baby, that was in-TENSE," she croaked, her voice temporarily gone. "Hold me, hold me, hold me." He did. When they awoke, an hour later, she was still on top of him, his now-limp cock still inside her. She smiled at him, purred "hi," and snuggled her face into his neck. She sensed him +mentalling her, raised her head slightly, her eyes now wide, and stared into his eyes. "Really?" she whispered. He replied, "Only one way to find out..." She lifted her torso, pressing her hands on his shoulders, supporting herself on straight arms. He began to softly caress and massage her breasts, and she started the tiniest of rocking motions with her hips, squeezing his soft cock inside her, although it was beginning to stir. Without breaking their motions, she whispered, "earlier, I kept hearing these feral animal sounds... who was that? I don't think I've ever met her before..." and he grinned. He lightly used his fingertips to circle her nipples, first tracing her pink areolas, then centering in on the hardening little buds, then widening out to tracing an outline around the whole breasts. "These are really nice," he said. She answered, "Do you really think so? They're not exactly the biggest in the group..." "Biggest is not always best." "Good answer." He was getting nice and hard, and she was definitely getting wet, so he began to move in and out of her, just a little bit. She whispered, "Do you really like them?" She felt him twitch inside her, "You do, don't you?" "Oh, yeah..." he responded, cupping them in his hands, squeezing them while he lightly rolled the now-hard nips between his thumbs and forefingers. She leaned forward to kiss him, meeting his tongue with hers, swirling it, sucking it in and out as if it were a mini-cock. Her forward posture allowed him to begin a longer thrust with his now fully hard cock, and as before, he started slow. After a few long, slow thrusts, she pulled herself back to upright, sitting on him with all her weight, temporarily stopping any movement. He felt her squeezing him, and she said, "I just want to feel you inside me. I've never felt this full before, you're such a perfect fit. This is paradise..." Then she lowered her chest down to his, covering his face with her hair, and whispered into his ear, "Now fuck me. Fuck me absolutely silly..." He didn't start slow this time. She was expecting slow, and when she felt him slam into her, her pussy flooded and she trembled with delight. Every thrust of his, she matched with one of her own. Every time he bottomed out, she gave her hips a tiny, extra roll forward, which he realized was giving her clit direct stimulation against his base, so he adjusted his angle to fully accommodate that. When they found the ideal tempo, he began to concentrate on depth and power. He maximized each stroke, making sure that he was almost completely out of her at the top, and that she got her extra little nudge at the bottom. Her breathing, through pursed lips, was deep, fast, and steady. She was beginning to moan, and was getting louder, building toward the low, animalistic howl she had made earlier. The sound excited him, and though he thought he had achieved his maximum size inside her, he felt himself grow slightly more. She felt it too, and lifted her chest off him slightly and arched her back, making her breasts available to him. He caressed them with his cupped hands. He pushed them inward, bringing her nips together, almost touching. He bent forward, arching his neck and upper back, and began to suck on her nips, going back and forth quickly from one breast to the other. That was all the push she needed, and the wave of her orgasm broke over her, consuming her. She howled wildly, her hips rocking almost uncontrollably, again causing her voice to warble. The contractions in her pussy squeezed his cock so tight that he began to cum too, and he thrashed wildly up into her. He released her tits, grasping her hips, pressing her down over his spasming cock, and held her there, rocking his hips against her, giving her clit a final bit of stimulation. She collapsed onto his chest, smiling wildly. "Happy, happy, happy," he heard her murmuring under her breath... : : : : : They had a pizza delivered, Brian staying back from the door, so that the nosy neighbors wouldn't be any the wiser. As they enjoyed their thin-crust Hawaiian Delight, with Canadian bacon and pineapple, Blair asked, "So what time do you have to be at work tomorrow?" "Not until noon. You?" "One o'clock." "Cool." "Um, Brian..." "Yes, Blair?" "You... you wanna stay over?" "Really?" "Yeah, will you?" "Sure, that'd be awesome. I should call my mom, I'll tell her I'm staying at Jon's. I do it all the time, she never checks." "Do you need to call Jon, too?" "That's probably best, so he can cover if, for instance, MY aunt gets sick or something." 'Wouldn't they just call you on your cell?" "Yeah, you're probably right. Um, do you not want Jon to know, or something." "No, it's not that. Well, maybe it is, sorta. Yeah, maybe." "Blair, what's going on? I thought we've been having a great day. I mean, we had a little drama at Seven Worlds, but that was DAYS ago, I thought we'd pretty much worked through that. Today has been nothing but awesome." Blair flushed, and shyly said, "Well, duh! Today has been great. Several firsts for me today... I mean, wow..." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "No, you're right, today has been awesome. It has nothing to do with today, and it has nothing to do with Seven Worlds; but we have to talk. Something's bothering me, and I can't work it out by myself. Let's finish eating; I'd rather have your undivided attention." They each took another bite, then Brian put his pizza down. "Let's talk now. I'm so into today, I'm so into you right now, if there's something you need to tell me, I don't think I'm hungry." Blair teared up, and said, straining to hold her voice steady, "It's not... um, it's just... oh shit, come on, come sit with me on the couch." They settled, facing each other, feet up on the cushions, Blair positioned Brian's legs so they bridged over her lap, and stretched her legs over his. She took both his hands in hers, and held them tightly. "Brian, I'm afraid. Today has been so great, not just the sex, but the closeness, the companionship. You're everything I want in a guy. But, see, I, um, I..." She faltered, her voice trailing off. She seemed to be struggling for words. "Blair, just tell me. I think we've shown that we have a pretty amazing ability to talk through things. We've worked through some very difficult topics, and, to me anyway, it was easy. I can't imagine anything that you couldn't tell me." "Okay... alright. Here goes." She took a deep breath. "Brian, I'm afraid I have you here on false pretenses. I... I've... I feel like I've deprived you of your free will. Oh, this is coming out all wrong..." and a tear leaked from her eye. "Blair, is this about that thing you said at Seven Worlds, that you've been +mentalling me, or rather, your term, +pushing me to like you?" Almost inaudibly, she answered, "yes." "I already answered that, do you remember what I said?" "I remember. You said I didn't have to +push you, that you do like me. But Brian, don't you see, how would you know the difference?" "Blair, back up, that's most of what I said, but I think you're overlooking the most important part of it." He pulled his hands from hers, and took her hands so that he was holding hers, rather than the other way around. "Sweet Blair... you said that you'd been +pushing me since the eighth grade. Right?" She nodded. "And I said, think back, I said that I've liked you longer than that, since before then. Remember? That's the truth, Blair, I've liked you since BEFORE the eighth grade." She nodded, and spoke, almost inaudibly, "But I've been +pushing you for 4 years, that's nearly a quarter of our lives. You don't have any way of knowing how you'd feel today if I hadn't done that." "I DO know how I feel today, and after the day we've had, I don't see how you could doubt that." She smiled, sighed, and said, "Today was great, but with all due respect, you're a guy. You're a great guy, you're my favorite guy, but, you're a guy, and what guy wouldn't have liked today? I mean, I was naked within a minute of you walking in the door, and we spent the last ten hours in bed. I mean, what's not to like?" "Wow, Blair... You ARE full of surprises. I mean, I'm sitting here falling in love with you, and it seems like you think that's a bad thing. You're turning our shared 'talent' around, which, by the way, I thought we've been sharing pretty spectacularly. Braining Ch. 02 "You're, you're turning it into a lose/lose scenario. I'm sitting here feeling more connected to someone than I've EVER felt, and you seem to think that I'm just your robot zombie." Blair threw her arms around his neck, saying "I didn't say you're my robot zombie, silly. And I'm feeling very connected to you, too. But, what you just said, it's obvious that we're very receptive to each other's +pushing. And I've been +pushing you for a long time – years – to feel affection towards me, and now you do. It's not that I doubt you, it's that I feel guilty, like I don't deserve you. That's what it is." Brian sat in silence. He wanted to kiss her and tell her that it's all OK, but he saw the bind he was in – if he used affection to convince her she was wrong, she'd think that he was acting that way due to her influence. And if he withheld affection to show her that her +pushing didn't work, then she would believe that she had been right the whole time, and he only liked because of her +pushing. "It's a perfect Catch 22," he said. "Damned of I do, damned if I don't. I don't see how I can prove to you that I like you of my own free will, regardless of your supposed influence." They sat in silence, holding each other close. "I do," she whispered. "What?" "I have a way you can prove it..." Long pause... "How?" Longer pause... "You're not gonna like it. I mean, actually, you are gonna like it, you're REALLY gonna like it, but, oh, I don't know..." "What is it? Blair, just say the words..." She closed her eyes, and forced the words out into the open. "I want you to be with all the girls in the group. Then, if you still choose me, THEN I'll be able to believe that it's your free choice." "I'm not sure what you mean." "I want you to seduce the girls." Brian was stunned. "All of them?" She nodded. "Every one." "Even Jenn?" he asked. She nodded. "Even Terese?" She nodded. "Doesn't this seem a little, um, extreme?" "It might be. But you have no idea how guilty I feel. I mean, this is not about doubting you, Brian. I know that you believe what you're saying, that if I hadn't +pushed you, we would still be here, together, now. "But, you'll never really KNOW, and I won't either. You might well have ended up with one of the others, and unless you get to be with each of them, and still come back to me, I'll always have that doubt. I couldn't live with that." "Wow," is all Brian could say. They sat in silence for a minute. "Brian, did you ever do something, could be very small, but for some reason it just haunts you, you can't shake the memory?" "Sure, who hasn't?" "For me, it was a friend's dog, Ginger. Really sweet Cocker Spaniel. My friend and I had been arguing, just a misunderstanding, meaningless third grade stuff, but at the time it seemed like the most important thing in the world. Well, I'm storming out of her house to go home, and in anger I just kicked my foot in the air in frustration. I wasn't looking, and Ginger was at my feet, she had run up, happy to see me. "I swear, I wasn't trying to kick the dog. I mean, I didn't even know she was there, but my foot caught her square in the ribs. I actually heard the air pushed out of her lungs. She yelped, but nobody came running, nobody saw me, so I wasn't in trouble or anything. But the look of betrayal she gave me as she ran off, I can still see it. She was afraid of me for the rest of her life. If I was around, she'd cower, she'd run from me if I got too close, and she never again came to me when I called her. Can you imagine the regret?" Brian nodded. "THAT's the degree of guilt I feel at +pushing you to like me all this time." "Do you want me to go home?" "Why, do you want to, after hearing all that?" "No, not at all. I'm just not sure what's next... IF I agree to do this, and that's a big if at this moment, where are we? Are we all systems go, are we on pause until I finish this 'task,' or what?" "I don't know, I haven't thought it completely through..." "Well, what about right now?" "Um, after the day we've shared, no, I don't want you to go. I'm really looking forward to the rest of the evening." "Isn't THAT good enough for moving on, looking forward to what's next?" "Maybe. But I doubt it. See, I guess I thought that there would always be something interfering with you and me actually getting together, that it would never happen. Now that it's a real possibility, I'm thrilled, and I'm really surprised to be feeling this level of regret. But, it's the way I feel, it just is, and I'm not wired to overlook or suppress my feelings." "Well, do I have to give you an answer right now?" "Um, no, not tonight. I won't set a deadline, but it should be soon, I don't want to stretch it out indefinitely." "Would it require you to overlook or suppress any feelings if I were to curl your toes another time or two this evening." She grinned, for the first time in minutes. "No. Not at all. Not a bit." They sat in silence for a minute. Blair looked out the back window at the final moments of sunset. "Um, it looks nice out. The pool is great after dark. Wanna go for a swim?" "I didn't bring a suit." "I was counting on that." : : : : : Blair lay on her back on the pool deck, her bum positioned right on the edge, her knees pulled up tight to her chest. A warm evening breeze caressed every inch of her naked body. Her hands held fistfuls of Brian's hair. He stood in 4 feet of water, his tongue dancing on her clit. She released one handful of hair and brought her knuckle to her mouth to bite on, to suppress the animal shriek she felt building in her chest. If she didn't stifle the howl she felt building, the nosy neighbors would definitely hear. Blair had never before had an outdoor orgasm, or an oral orgasm. When he had begun, she had assumed that it was foreplay, like before, and she tried to break it off as she felt the familiar wave building. But Brian flooded her mind with images of her cumming on his tongue, and she was not able to resist. Her reluctance had to do with something that had been another first for her earlier in the day, which she had not admitted to Brian: she had never given head before. When she had stirred him from sleep by +pushing sensual images at him, and he had gotten so hard before he awoke, she just had to try it. Now that she was cumming on his tongue, her sense of fairness dictated that she would now suck him to orgasm, and she was not at all sure about that. Most of the girls had done it, as well as some of her other friends. Most of them liked it, but a few didn't. At all. Only Jennifer admitted that she had swallowed. The way Jenn described how much Phil liked that, Blair wanted to do it for Brian, but the thought put her mind in turmoil – what did it taste like, would it gross her out, could she handle it, would it make her puke? And, besides, what ever happened to "Let's take it slow?" When she had finished cumming, she slid into the water, and draped her arms around Brian's neck. "That was a-MAY-zing..." She kissed him, tasting herself again, loving it. Despite the struggle in her mind, she walked him to the shallow end, backing him onto the top step of the stone steps out of the water, and settled onto her knees at his waist. "Wait," he said, "Are you OK with this? You don't have to... I mean, we did agree we were going to take it slow." With those words, any reluctance she felt melted away, she was now determined to suck him to the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had. She answered him by taking him as deeply into her mouth as she could, and when he shot his load into her mouth, she liked it fine, and had no difficulty swallowing every drop. : : : : : After they showered the chlorine off, and were falling asleep, Blair whispered, "What you said earlier, that you're falling in love with me, did you mean it?" Brian nodded. "You're falling in love with me, too, you know..." he said and closed his eyes, nearly asleep. That ship, she thought, has already sailed... : : : : : When they awoke the next morning, without any +mentalling or +pushing, they both seemed to feel that warm, gentle touching said much more than any words could. A half hour melted away. Brian broke the comfortable silence. "Baby, I've been thinking. About what you've asked me to do." He paused, and his train of thought was interrupted by a series of images of naked teenage girls – first Terese, then Alana, Carina, Megann, and Jennifer. Then Terese again, holding Brian's erection beside her face and taking it into her mouth, sucking slowly on the tip; Alana on her elbows and knees with her legs spread, looking over her shoulder expectantly, waiting for insertion; Carina on her back, legs spread, guiding Brian's hard-on into- "Quit it!" Brian said gruffly, breaking the vision. Gently, he said, "This is serious, we need to talk." He paused, collecting himself, clearing the visions from his head. Blair felt herself tensing, nervous about what he was going to say... "I understand what you're worried about. I get it. But there's a whole facet to your task that I don't think you've considered." Her face was frozen in a deer-in-the-headlights look, and he couldn't tell if she was breathing, but she nodded, so he continued. "All our relationships are intertwined – you, me, all the girls, the guys in the band. Nothing happens in a vacuum, everything has ripples, interactions, and consequences." She saw where he was headed. "And if you just run around, fucking anything with a skirt, it would shatter everything." "Exactly. I mean, Terese – how would she ever recover from finally getting my attention, if I fuck her and then dump her. "And Jenn – how can I ever face her or Phil again if I seduce her?" "You're right, but..." "But what?" "But, I don't know. Brian, I need you to understand how much I've enjoyed the last 24 hours..." He grinned, and she punched him lightly on the chest, "not just the sex, Mr. one-track-mind. We're good together. But I feel so guilty about how I got you here, I need to do something to ease that." Brian spoke softly. "I'm not giving up on the idea that just looking forward to what's next, together, would be enough." "Sure, Brian, short term, you're right. But what I'm worried about is, ten, twenty, even thirty years from now. We'll be sitting there, about to turn fifty, and will you be going, damn, what if I had ended up with Carina? Or Jenn. Or Terese-" "Not Terese." "Ok, maybe not Terese... But, maybe Terese, it's possible." "Well, I have a fragment of an idea. It needs a lot of work, it's not fully formed, but I haven't thought of anything better." "What is it?" "OK. If I'm going to end up in bed with each of them, and somehow avoid exploding everything, I think we need to start by coming up with a series of setups. We make up some little one-act plays, one for each girl, and we use our psychic ability to make them happen. We take it one at a time, both of us, +pushing together, so that for each one of them it doesn't come across as just me, trying to get into her pants, but where a series of events occurs, so intense that in each case, the natural outcome is sex. Each one of them has got to see it as a one-time situation, a series of coincidences. "And each one of them has got to think the sex is her idea, that way she'll want to keep it quiet. And she can't realize it's a setup. It's got to be perfect, just perfect, so the ripples and consequences are small enough not to ruin anything." "I see what you mean, but I'm not sure how that would work." "I've only thought of one scene, and it's not very good." "What is it?" "Remember at the end of last summer, Jon's parents were out of town, and the band threw the grain alcohol party at his house?" "Yeah. Everyone got smashed." "Who was the drunkest?" "Phil and Jennifer. Phil passed completely out, he was gone for hours." "Exactly. What if we can arrange a similar evening, get Phil passed out again, and by both of us +pushing Jenn, she and I end up in bed. If she's drunk enough, maybe we could even get her to remember it as Phil." "That's very deceptive, and kind of sleazy, isn't it?" "Sleazier than pretending to be interested in Terese so I can fuck her, then dump her?" "Well, when you put it like that..." "I'm not saying that's a scene that we would use, in fact, I hope it's not one we use, there's got to be a better idea." "It IS pretty weak." "I'm just saying we take that general concept and build on it. "One more thing. There are five girls, and I feel very strongly that we should have all five scenes worked out before we try to actually do any of them. I don't want to do two or three of them, and THEN realize that we don't have a good enough concept for the others. These setups have got to be good, really good." "You're getting into this, aren't you?" "Baby, I'm into you. If this is what it takes to give you a clear conscience, it's what we'll do." "Ok, you've given me something to think about. And you're gonna be late to work if you don't jump in the shower now." "Join me?" "Then you'd be late for sure..." : : : : : Brian spent Monday night at home, but he set up his story so that he could spend Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights at Blair's. She found him a spare garage door remote, so that he could zip right in, even if she hadn't gotten home from work yet. They spent most of Tuesday talking and exploring each other's bodies. After they had eaten dinner on Wednesday, Brian said, "I guess I'm gonna need to get a box of condoms. If we're going to do these scenarios, we sure don't want any 'little bundles of joy' as a result." Blair shook her head. "Nothing to worry about, they're all on the pill." "Are you sure? How do you know that?" "Let's just say that you find out a lot when you've played Truth Or Dare several times. Some of them are less experienced than the others, but let's just say that none of them are prudes, none of them are virgins, and none of them are 'unprepared.'" "And you're sure they were all being totally honest? Nobody was exaggerating, claiming more experience than she really has?" "Brian, we don't measure our self-worth by our exploits like you guys do, so we're not prone to exaggerate." : : : : : P r a c t i c e Blair said, "You know, when I texted you about practicing, I was teasing, but now that we have all this time together, it might be good to actually do it. I'd like to know if there are things you've done that I haven't, that kind of thing. Maybe we could even figure out something new that neither of us realized we could do." Their early attempts at practice were pretty loose and unstructured, consisting more of demonstrating and comparing what each of them was able to do. They didn't really learn anything new about their abilities, but they learned plenty about each other, and how they had handled their abilities through their lives. +Braining / +remoting seemed simpler to compare, so they explored it first. In the end, it seemed that they were each able to do pretty much the same things. They decided that even though the terms +brain and +remote meant exactly the same thing, they had each used their own word for so many years, they would continue using the separate terms. Blair had never tried to +remote a body part, which Brian was unable to do. They discovered that she couldn't, either. She argued, "that doesn't make sense, we're missing something here. I +remote parts of things all the time - I turn on the radio in the car, I start the dishwasher, I hang up my cell phone... and we've both shown that we can unhook a pair of pants..." They laughed, then Brian explained, "Each of those things happens with a separate piece – the car radio has an on switch, the phone an end-call button, pants a button or a metal buckle. That's different than a nipple or a clitoris, which is completely attached." Blair blushed... They discovered that neither of them appeared to have a size limit, only a weight limit. They had read of "super-telekinetics," people who could move cars, buses, even larger things. Blair struggled with much more than a glass of water or a full can of Pepsi, while Brian could occasionally move a 2-liter soft drink or a six-pack of beer, but it exhausted him. Apparently, understanding how something worked was not necessary to being able to manipulate it. Brian could take a cell phone apart, explain what the pieces were called and what they did, and successfully reassemble it. Blair didn't care about any of that, but she could +remote it just as well as he could. Neither of them had experimented with distance, and they decided that they didn't have any interest in affecting things beyond their immediate surroundings. They were both able to manipulate things that were hidden from view, such as Blair's bra clasp. That distracted them, and then they were practicing other things. : : : : : Thursday night, they decided to dive in to +pushing / +mentalling. Brian was so new to +mentalling, he was willing to adopt Blair's word +pushing. It would be simpler to explore if they used the same word. Brian had many questions, since compared to Blair, he was such a novice. Blair wasn't able to give step-by-step instructions, but she had an easy way of understanding what Brian was asking, and by giving examples, making things clear for him. "Blair, how did you send me those pictures?" "Which pictures?" "You know, of the girls, when you were 'selling' me on the idea of seducing them, Terese sucking me–" "Um, I kinda just thought it, and apparently, you received it." "Obviously you made them up, because Terese and I have never done that, so there's not a real photo that you could send. Did you just kinda think, 'Terese sucking Brian,' or did you, like, paint the image in your mind and 'send' it?" "I'm not sure. I've +pushed long enough, that I don't have to think in that much detail to do it. You know, to walk, you don't have to think, move left foot forward, transfer weight to left leg..." "OK, let me think of an example... when we were in the pool, and you were anxious about cumming on my tongue," her face flushed bright red, "and I +pushed you that it was OK, how did that come across to you?" "Oh, I was flooded with visuals of us there, just like we were, me on the side, you in the water, only in the pictures, I was cumming, and in reality, I wasn't yet." "So that +pushing was very visual... interesting. How about that first one, at band practice, when I +pushed you to flash me?" "That one was kind of verbal. Well, not really verbal, not like you were ordering me, just kind of a thought, 'Show Brian your undies. Move so he can see up your leg,' kind of thing." "Interesting. Sending those didn't seem all that different to me, although in the pool, I was obviously much more focused." "Try one now," she said. She sat there just a second, then said, "OK, got it." "What did you receive?" "I saw us, naked, going at it." "How? Missionary? Doggy?" She blushed, "Sixty-nine." "Excellent. That's exactly what I sent. Here's another..." She began to unbutton her shirt. He smiled and said, "OK, cool. What did you receive that time?" "It was more like when you +pushed me to flash you, sort of an unspeaking voice, 'Take off your shirt.'" "Interesting. 'Unspeaking voice,' I like that! It didn't seem all that different to me. Maybe it is, and I just haven't locked in on what the difference feels like. Try this one..." "Um, I'm not receiving anything." "Really? How about now?" "Nope, nothing." "OK, that's good to know." "What were you sending me?" Braining Ch. 02 "A compliment, 'You look nice tonight.'" Now it was her turn to say, "Interesting. I don't think I've ever tried to just send a statement, or a message." She tried, and Brian also received nothing. He said, "When there are a lot of people around, how well can you single out just one to receive?" "I don't know. I've never thought about it. I mean, I don't do this very often – more than anything I want to keep it a secret." "Yeah, it would be tough to handle if anyone found out, think of how many 'favors' everyone would constantly be asking." "But Brian, when you +pushed me to flash you, no one else did it, so that proves that only I received it." "Well, probably, but I was only looking at you. Maybe some of the other girls flashed me, too, and I never saw it. Or maybe they 'heard' it, and just weren't willing to..." "Hmmm. There's only two of us here, how do we test it?" "Um, tomorrow at band practice, let's try getting different guys to make mistakes. We'll take turns +pushing them with fragments of the wrong song. If only our target flubs, then we know we can aim it at one person. If they mess up together, then we know that when we 'send,' it's just an unfocused blast, and everyone 'hears' it." : : : : : Brian found his mood souring at work on Friday. Her parents were returning, and their week of living together was over. He got a text from her a little past noon, saying merely, > Call me when you get a chance. She must have been at lunch also - his phone rang, with her special ringtone. " 'Sup?" "Well, I have some news, and you might think it's good, depending on how you feel about sleeping together..." "I'm all ears..." "My aunt is really sick. She needs serious rehab. My parents are going to be spending weekends helping her." "Every weekend?" "Uh huh." "All weekend long?" "They'll leave after lunch on Friday, get back Sunday evening." "Both of them?" "If they don't both go, they have to hire a nurse, at weekend rates." "For the entire summer?" "For at least six months, that's the rest of the year." "That's a lot of airfare." "They won't be flying most weeks. By car it's three and a half hours, so they'll be driving, starting today." "I thought they were getting back today." "They did, this morning, but they were just home long enough to re-pack. They've already left." "A w e s o m e . . ." "Do you, um, want to stay over?" "Well, yeah! Do you want me to?" "Um, yeah!" "Then we're on. We should go to band practice and hang out, though, if we want to look normal. Otherwise, they'll all know we're off fucking like bunnies." "Brian!" she giggled. "See ya there. Bring your toothbrush." "A w e s o m e . . ." : : : : : That night at practice, the band was a shambles. They all made major mistakes - one player, then another, then another. The wheels just came off, even on songs they'd played for years. They were just having an off night, they supposed. (to be continued) Braining Ch. 03 Terese and Alana (This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.) : : : : : P r a c t i c e "Blair, have you ever found anyone you couldn't +push?" "No, but, remember, I don't do it very often. I really want to keep it below the radar." They went to the mall, and experimented with all sorts of inconsequential +pushes, such as getting someone to shift their shopping bag from one hand to the other, getting someone else to stop and check out a store window that she was going to pass. They got one poor guy to take the escalator up, and down, and up again, and down again, before letting him pass it. At one point they saw Jon across the food court. They had a huge laugh getting him to stop and gaze at a window display of purses. When they "released" him, he looked bewildered, checked around to see if anyone had seen him, and quickly walked off. It seemed that they could +push anyone. : : : : : Brian's brow was furrowed; Blair asked, "What's up?" He sighed. "I'm just wondering how we can get through all the scenes without everything blowing up in our faces. Jenn is the most complicated, because she has a boyfriend, who happens to be my friend Phil. I know that they have a very loose, unusual relationship, but I know I'd be really angry if Phil or anyone else was hitting on you, and I keep thinking that Phil will probably feel the same way." "Jenn says that she and Phil are 'non-exclusive,' so I don't think you have to worry about Phil." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "There's a facet of +pushing; it's going to take me a minute to explain it, because I've never thought about it this way before. For lack of a better term, it's all about permission, and it works both ways. You can +push someone to give them permission. You can also +push to receive permission from someone – you've already done it that way, it was one of your very first +pushes." "My mom and the Pepsi." "Exactly. You +pushed her not to lecture you about a soft drink right before dinner; in other words, to give you permission to have a Pepsi." "I didn't even realize I'd done it. I wouldn't have any idea how to do it again." "If you think of 'permission' as a major, complicated concept, you'll psych yourself out and fail, but it's easy if you just break it down to a few simple pieces. With your mom, I'm sure that you just +pushed something like a combined image of you, Pepsi, and 'OK,' all at once. She received it, and since she didn't realize that it came from you, she just accepted it as her own thought. "For Phil, for your peace of mind we'll do the same thing – just think of you, Jenn, sex, and 'OK,' all in a bundle at the same time, and +push it to Phil." "How will I receive his permission?" "It doesn't work that way. With any +pushing, there's never a response. Nobody ever says 'OK, got it,' we just see from their actions that they received whatever we +pushed: Dan sang the correct words, Jon looked at the purses at the mall. With permission, you're +pushing them a feeling of, 'this is all good.' They receive your +push, but they're not aware of it – they just feel like that's what they've always thought." "Doesn't this violate that thing we talked about, that you can't +push someone to do something they're opposed to?" "No, not at all. We would never be able to get Phil's approval if he and Jenn weren't so 'open.' With your mom, if you had +pushed her for permission to do something terrible, like shooting heroin, it would never have worked." Brian contemplated that for a minute, and nodded in agreement. A brief minute later, he looked worried again. "What about you? Isn't it going to be awful, knowing that if our plans work, all five of your closest friends are willing to 'misbehave' with your boyfriend?" "It's my idea, remember? I want them to be with you. It's how I'll know that you're freely choosing me." "What if one of them isn't willing to cross that line?" "That won't happen, because we'll +push them permission beforehand." "You're sure that works?" "It definitely works. I did it last summer, with Justin." "Shannon's boyfriend?" "He is now. Last summer, he was MY boyfriend." "That's right, I remember that." "Justin's a nice guy, but of course he can't +remote or +push, and I had gotten to the point where I couldn't stand hiding my abilities from him. I had heard that Shannon really liked him. She didn't consider him available, so she was chasing some other guy, but it was Justin who she really liked. "I +pushed her permission to pursue him, just like I described: a bundle of Shannon, Justin, going out, and 'it's OK.' While I was at it, I +pushed the same thing to him. All I had to do then was be unavailable to do anything with him for the next couple of weekends, and presto, they were going out. Everybody won: she got the guy she liked, he got a new girlfriend that he's much more compatible with, and I didn't have to deal with any of the drama of breaking up with him." Blair anticipated Brian's follow-up question. "That didn't get anyone to overlook their values, either. Justin and I weren't that tight, so he didn't resist turning his attention to someone else; and Shannon really liked him, so she was glad to get the go ahead." "Are you positive that your permission is what got them together?" "Shannon's a decent girl – she didn't go after Justin until I +pushed her it was alright, so, yes, I think her part of it was because of my permission. And Justin is a decent guy – I'm sure that he would have done a proper 'breakup' with me, except he had such a strong feeling of 'this is OK.' That HAD to have come from my permission." Blair let Brian ponder this for a moment. She continued, "With you and the girls, remember what I said before: none of them are prudes, they're all open to sexual situations, as long as there's nothing sleazy involved. Once I +push permission to them, they won't even have a thought that having sex with you would possibly violate our friendship." "Are you +pushing me permission right now not to worry about this?" "No, I'm not," she laughed. "But maybe I should." Brian laughed too. : : : : : T E R E S E While nearly everyone had been happy for Brian and Blair when they got together, Terese was initially a holdout. She had carried a torch for Brian for several years, and she went through a visible depression – but the group rallied around her, and by mid-summer, she appeared to be back to normal. Blair had thought that Terese would quickly find a new guy to fixate on, but she hadn't. She and Brian both bombarded Terese with images in which they were comfortable friends, and she seemed to be accepting that. They had thought that coming up with the setup for Terese would be the most difficult, but in the end, it was the simplest, falling right into their laps. Phil's parents were going to be out of town, and the band organized another grain alcohol party. Although Brian and Blair had long since abandoned Brian's original plan for seducing Jenn via the grain party, they took that basic idea, inverted it, and applied it to Terese. Terese's house was only a couple of streets over from Blair's, on the opposite side of the neighborhood from Phil's. The plan started with Brian and Blair giving Terese a ride to the party. They picked her up, and chatted casually on the way. "How late are you planning on staying?" Terese asked. "Not late, I have to work tomorrow morning," Blair said. "Cool, I do too. I wouldn't mind at all being home by 12." Perfect... As expected, Phil and Jenn were consuming grain punch at a prodigious rate, and Brian and Blair set out to match them, drink for drink. At least they seemed to. The plan was based on both of them appearing to be out-of-control drunk. Nobody seemed to catch on, but they were actually drinking mostly straight fruit punch, sans alcohol. A little after 11:00, Blair found Terese in a group with Jenn, Jon, Carina, and a couple of other kids from school. +Pushing the image at Terese of Blair wobbling as she tried to stand, and badly slurring her speech, Blair asked, "Have you seen Brian?" "He was over by the punch bowl a little while ago," Jon answered. Blair said, "Somebody told me he'd passed out," with a laugh, turning and stumbling off in that direction. As she walked, she continued +pushing the image at Terese of herself, hopelessly drunk, adding that it was nearly time to leave. Terese fell in beside her, whispering, "You're not gonna be able to drive, are you?" Blair concentrated on maintaining the +pushed image of herself, smashed, as it seemed to be working. "You might be right. If I give you the keys, would you drive?" Terese rolled her eyes and sighed, "Sure, whatever." They found Brian slouched back in a chair. He was also busily +pushing the image of himself, utterly trashed. "Blair, Terese, hey, let's have a drink." "I think you've had enough," Blair said, taking his hand and trying to pull him to his feet. His hand slipped from hers, and she lost her balance and fell, landing awkwardly on her back, legs apart, dress up around her waist. She turned to Terese and giggled, "I think I'VE had enough. Can you help me get him to the car?" Brian extended his hands, they pulled him up from his seat, and he took a girl under each arm. They navigated him to the car, Terese full of visions of Brian falling over if she didn't hold him up, then they poured him into the back seat. In the process of getting Brian loaded into the car, Blair +remoted one of the straps of her sun dress unbuttoned, revealing the top of her breast, almost down to the nipple. She left it undone. She gave Terese the keys, and as soon as they were underway, pretended to pass out against the window. She felt the car turn into the driveway. "Terese, before you go home, I need a hand getting him into the house. He can't go home this wasted, so he'll have to stay here. I'll do the lifting, but I need you to steer." She manhandled Brian out of the back seat, falling over a couple of times in the process, her sun dress hiking way up over her waist, showing the nosy neighbors her panties, if any of them were looking at this time of night. She hoped not. They got Brian into the house, laying the intoxicated visions on thick. They manhandled him into Blair's room, where he fell onto the bed. "I need a nice – a nice – um, a nice, um..." he said, "I - need - an - ice pack, for some reason my head hurts." Blair headed out of her room toward the kitchen, and Brian grabbed Terese's hand, pulling her onto the bed, locking his lips onto hers, his fingers interlacing her hair, his tongue reaching for her tonsils. He reached under her dress, slipping his hand under the elastic of her panties to squeeze her bare ass. He broke off the kiss, opened his eyes briefly at Terese, and said, "Blair, you changed your dress..." He pulled her face in to kiss her again, halted short of contact, flared his eyes, and said, "Hey, you're not Blair," and laughed, releasing her butt, falling back on the bed with his legs splayed, making sure the hard-on pulling his jeans tight was clearly visible. "Jeez la-peez," said Terese, using her hand to fan her face, which felt flushed. She headed down the hall so she could escape and walk the short distance home, but her mind wouldn't seem to let go of the image of Brian, semi-conscious on the bed, sporting such an impressive stiffie. A strange image materialized: it consisted of her, Terese, wearing Blair's sun dress, crawling into Brian's arms on Blair's bed. She tried to shake the image off, but it wouldn't go away. "Yeah, right," she thought to herself, "I'll just say, 'Hey Blair, could I borrow your dress for a few minutes?' I'm sure that'd be no problem." When she got to the den, she saw that Blair had fixed the ice pack, and had apparently begun undressing for bed before passing out. She lay on the couch, in nothing but shoes and panties, her dress in a puddle on the floor. Terese picked up the dress, held it to her chest for a few moments, folded it, and placed it on the arm of the couch. "Come on, Blair, let's get you settled," she sighed. She removed Blair's shoes, and lifted her feet onto the couch. Blair slumped down to a reclined position. Terese took a step toward the door, to leave, but that image of her, in Blair's dress, being welcomed into bed by Brian, wouldn't go away. She went down the hall to check him out. He had slipped out of his jeans and shirt, and was laying on top of the covers, in his boxers. The front of his shorts was impressively tented. She returned to the den, standing still, gazing indecisively at Blair's dress. In her mind she could see Blair, comfortable on the couch, sleeping soundly. She found a light comforter draped over the back of the sofa, and shook it out across Blair, tucking her in. She took a deep breath, replaying the images: wearing Blair's dress, Brian and his stiffie, Blair sleeping too deeply to be awakened. All the pieces seemed perfectly aligned to do this crazy thing. She stared at Blair's dress on the couch, so available. She unfastened her own dress, stepped out of it, folded it neatly, and placed it beside Blair's. She reached for Blair's dress, but stopped and reconsidered. She paused, still unsure of what she should do. She thought for another moment, and unhooked her bra, shrugging it off, placing it on top of her dress. She pulled Blair's dress on. It was baggy on her slender frame, and way too short, but it wasn't as if Brian was in a state of keen observation. She started down the hall, then had second thoughts. She came back in the den, stood over her folded dress, and seemed to be making a decision. She bent over, unbuckled and stepped out of her shoes. She headed for the hall again, then stopped again, still reconsidering, returning to her own dress. She hesitated, looked around the room, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, reached under Blair's dress, and pulled her panties off. Then she started down the hall for real, not seeing the smile on Blair's face. "Hook, line, and sinker," Blair thought. When Terese got back to Blair's room, Brian had taken off his boxers. His eyes were little slits, almost shut, his head rested back on a pillow, his mouth half open. He appeared passed out, except for an impressive erection. Terese's breath caught at the sight; she paused briefly at the door, then entered. Brian stirred when he heard her footsteps. He grinned and slurred, "Blair, where you been? I 'uz waiting..." Terese slid onto the bed beside him. He kissed her, feeling her stiffen slightly, then relax and go with it. He draped his arm across her waist, and she returned the gesture. She began unbuttoning the straps on Blair's dress, but he stopped her. "Naaw, baby, giv' me a show..." he said, taking her hand in his, guiding her to stand on the bed, looking down at him. "Thass more like it..." She froze with stage fright for a second, but she had already moved so far out of her comfort zone to reach this moment, one more step was not so difficult. She finished unbuttoning the straps, letting them fall, but held up the top of the dress for a moment, feeling shy. "Take it offff, Blair, baby, take it offff..." he drawled. When she hesitated a bit more, he reached forward and lifted the hem, getting an eyeful of bush. Laughing, she slapped his hand away, but in doing so, lost her hold on the top of the dress, and it fell, revealing her breasts. "Hi girls," he slurred, smiling... She got slightly timid again as she began to let the dress drop the rest of the way down past her waist, holding it up so it hid her muff. "C'mon, baby, don't tease me," he mumbled, and she dropped the dress, but still covered her mound with her hand. He motioned for her to twirl, and she spun in place. "Not so faasst..." he coached. Holding her arms out for balance, she waved them with her hips in a little mini-hula dance, twirling slowly, showing him all the sights. Brian marveled at the lack of similarity between Terese and Blair, how two slender, blonde hotties could be so different. Blair's hair was honey blonde and thick; Terese's was almost platinum, thinner, more flowing. Blair was slender, curvy, slightly sculpted, in a soft way; Terese was taller and leaner, her figure more liquid, pouring from one feature to the next. Blair's breasts were round, firm, with small, pink nipples; Terese's were slightly more conical, more prone to bouncing enticingly when she moved, with larger, tan nips. Blair had a spectacular, taut, apple-shaped ass, topped with deep sacral dimples; Terese's bum was a long, flowing, creamy soft transition from her waist and the small of her back to her thighs. Blair had been shaved smooth when she and Brian had initially hooked up; in the weeks since, she was growing out a narrow landing strip of soft but fuzzy hair; Terese sported a fuller bush, with fine, wispy, straighter hair, trimmed short and manicured around the edges so as not to spill out of her bikini. Both girls had models' high cheek bones, but Blair's face was simple, friendly, a farmer's daughter, a surfer girl, the girl next door; while Terese's was also friendly but almond-shaped, exotic, mysterious, an undiscovered movie star sipping a soda on a stool at Schwabb's. Terese only had one remaining boundary to cross – actually having Brian inside her. All the inhibitions she had overcome so far, one by one – starting with just recognizing and accepting the opportunity, followed by taking off her dress and putting Blair's on, shedding her undies, then finally standing on the bed with Brian at her feet, and stripping for him – had her more aroused than she thought was possible. Brian struck her as the kind of guy who would be into extensive foreplay, and while normally that would be delightful, right now she was, like, 'not now dude, I wanna FUCK!' She settled in beside him, and he cupped her breasts, kissed her nipples, and ran his hand down her waist, across her thigh, and down into her muff, where he discovered how wet she was. "Damn, baby, you're ready, aren'tcha?" She answered him by firmly pulling him on top of her. She found his cock, guided him into her, grabbed his ass, and pulled him deep inside. She wrapped her lower legs around his and flexed her hips, taking in his last inch. He began to pump her slowly, obviously intending to build up to a faster tempo, but she vetoed that by taking his ass in both hands and pulling him into a faster, deeper thrust that was more what she needed. She regulated Brian's pace by keeping her hands on his butt. Her arousal was so total that it took her no time to begin cumming. Under siege from his cock, she came continuously, orgasm after orgasm. As soon as one began to fade, another began; or maybe it was all one single, continuous climax, washing over her in waves. Whatever it was, it was as close to nirvana as she'd ever been, and she didn't want it to end. Brian kept pounding into her, and she kept cumming. Eventually, though, she felt a slight swelling in Brian's rod, heard his breathing change, and felt his whole body tighten as he also began to cum. She raised her feet to the small of his back, and squeezed him as tightly as she could, heightening her own sensations as well as enhancing his final contractions. As they began to cool off, he stayed on top of her, still in her, holding the bulk of his weight up off her with his elbows and knees. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around his torso. He waited until her breathing eased, and edged off her, leaving his top arm around her waist, embracing her. The final step of the plan was to allow her to escape, feeling undetected. He began to breathe slowly, as if he was slipping into deep sleep. He held her, as if she were actually Blair, but he was careful not to confine her, allowing her to slip away thinking she had not disturbed him. Braining Ch. 03 Terese eased out of bed, leaving Blair's dress behind. She felt utterly exposed as she padded down someone else's hall, naked. Even so, she couldn't contain her grin as she returned to the den. Deep down, she knew that Brian and Blair had something wonderful going, and she didn't want to disrupt that; but until tonight she had felt a deep regret that she would never get to have Brian, ever. Now she had fallen into this unexpected opportunity, getting to impersonate Blair in bed. She had risen to the occasion, overcoming several deep inhibitions, and had gotten to have him, even if it was just once. Best of all, nobody would be the wiser – if Brian recalled anything at all about the evening, which she doubted, he would "remember" that he had been with Blair. Blair, of course, hadn't actually done anything, so she wouldn't remember anything, but they would just assume it was because of the alcohol. All Terese had to do was get out of Blair's house undetected, and she wasn't going to blow it by accidentally waking Blair in the den while getting dressed. She gathered her clothes, and quietly slipped out the side door to get dressed. She barely stifled a scream, as she realized that she had stepped out onto Blair's driveway, totally naked. A car was passing by, but no one in it noticed her, and at this time of morning, nobody else was stirring. She got her dress on, then her panties, skipped her bra, stuffing it into her purse, and began the short walk home, still grinning. : : : : : P r a c t I c e Their next target was Alana, who lived near Phil, on the other side of the neighborhood. Now they had a reason to +push over longer distances, so they set out to explore what they could accomplish. Experimenting with distance was more difficult because of the abstract nature of what they could +push. Lacking the ability to exchange verbal content, they couldn't just beam the message, "Can you hear me now? Good." They came up with a slightly more cumbersome way. They both got notepads, and synchronized their watches. Blair took off in the car. She drove for a few minutes, and parked at a corner. She +pushed an image of zebras running across an African plain, then made a notation of the time, her location and what she'd +pushed. Then she drove a few blocks and repeated the process, this time +pushing an image of herself in the pool, slowly doing the backstroke, topless – THAT ought to get his attention! She continued driving, +pushing different images, and making notes, until she was twice as far from her house as Alana's house was, and returned home. Brian sat at her house, noting the time and content every time he received a +push. Then it was Brian's turn. He took his car, and did exactly the same thing – driving, stopping, +pushing, and notating. Only difference was, his images tended to be racier than hers were. By the time he got back, it was late afternoon, so they had a swim, put together some dinner, and sat out by the pool to compare notes. . Almost all of their +pushes were successful – received exactly as sent. The exceptions were, at several of his stops, Brian had +pushed a description of his location. Blair didn't receive anything when he did that. "I thought we had already figured out that +pushing that kind of verbal description didn't work." "Well, I thought there was a chance this was different – you know, specific data, rather than an abstract message. 'Elm and Cooper' rather than 'nice outfit.'" "Well, I'm glad you tested that, now we know. But +pushing me the visual of the street sign, that was clever. I knew exactly where you were on that one." Brian had also tested the unspeaking voice, using it at some of the stops to direct Blair to take off her shirt, her shorts, her bra, and her panties. He had been hoping to return to find her naked, but he found that she had merely made notes of what the voice had prompted her to do. The good news was, she had received all the instructions. The better news was, Brian was beginning to learn how to control what kind of message he sent – fully visual, or unspeaking voice. The best news was, shortly after they finished comparing notes, Blair was naked anyway. Practice was over. : : : : : A L A N A Their plan for Alana was based on knowing that she had become somewhat of an exhibitionist. She would steer a group to Truth Or Dare any time she could, and she seemed happiest when her Dares involved displaying part of her naked body. There was even a rumor that, earlier in the summer, she had gone to the mall in a neighboring town, where she wasn't likely to encounter many people she knew – mustn't get a bad reputation, y'know – stripped completely naked except for a Richard Nixon Halloween mask, entered the mall, taken the escalator down to the lower level, walked the length of the mall, taken the escalator at the far end to the upper level, and walked the length again back to her starting point and her car. Nobody knew if she had actually done it (she had). Their scene for her required a prop: Blair bought the cheapest pre-paid, disposable cell phone she could find. She recorded an outgoing message, using the name Stacy, speaking much lower than her natural voice. Friday night, at band practice, Brian called Blair's regular phone from the disposable. Blair was sitting near Alana, and made a show of pulling out her phone, checking Caller ID, looking irritated, and refusing the call. She sat looking agitated for a minute, then blatantly keyed the call-back button, and ducked out to the back yard. Alana felt some sort of unspeaking voice telling her that she shouldn't miss the content of this call. She gave Blair a few seconds, then snuck out to eavesdrop. "... it's not MY fault, Stacy, YOU lost the bet... "Look, be glad you're dealing with me, I'm letting you off easy, some of the others want you to get naked at the mall... "I'm not going to tell you who'll be there, it might just be Brian, there might be twenty of his friends... "NAKED, Stacy, that was part of the bet, remember? "Look, I'm already letting you wear a t-shirt in your car on the way over... "OK, I remember, a mask, you can hide your face, but that's ALL, and if you back out again, I doubt the others will allow a mask OR a t-shirt... "Tomorrow at 7. You back out this time, I'm turning you over to the others, and you'll have to do something a lot more public... "OK, bye." She set her cell phone down on the bench beside her, and looked up. "Oh, hey, Alana, 'sup?" "Problems?" "Not really, just an acquaintance being difficult. She made some of us a bet at her birthday party earlier in the summer, she lost, and now... oh never mind, it's just frustrating." She stood and went in, "accidently" leaving her phone on the bench. Alana glanced at it, picked it up, and keyed it to the "recent calls" screen... When they got home, Blair checked the prop phone. "2 messages!" The first was herself, pretending to talk to "Stacy." The second was Alana. "Stacy, this is Alana. I'm a friend of Blair's. Call me tonight. It doesn't matter how late, I'll be up." Blair said a few practice words in "Stacy's" voice, and keyed "call-back." Alana answered on the first ring. "Hello?" "Um, is this Alana?" "Yes..." "This is Stacy. You left a message to call you." "Hi." Alana found herself envisioning a slender, cute girl, curled up on her bed, in her jammies, her room lit by a single bedside lamp. 'Stacy' asked, "Do I know you?" "No, I'm a friend of Blair's..." "Oh... did she give you my number?" "No. Um, I just... I overheard a little of her side of a phone call, earlier, and, um, look, I'm not trying to pry..." In her mind, she clearly saw the girl struggling not to cry. "Stacy, look, this is hard to explain, but what I heard Blair telling you to do, I get the feeling you don't want to do it." "Well, duh..." "I might have a way, where you don't have to, but you'll still get credit with Blair and the others." "How?" "Um, I'll, I'll do it for you." "How much money do you want? I don't have a lot." "It's not for money." "Then why?" "I don't know, I just like it." "Weird..." "Look, do you want–" "YES, yes, I do..." "Then tell me all the details..." As 'Stacy' explained, Alana found herself getting wet, very wet... : : : : : At seven o'clock sharp the following evening, Blair heard a car pull up in front of her house. She peeked out the front window, and saw Alana get out of her car. She opened the back door, reaching into the back seat to retrieve a Halloween mask, Newt Gingrich it looked like. As she leaned in, her t-shirt rode way up over her waist, revealing her naked butt and much of her back. Alana stood, shut the door, smoothed the t-shirt, which was barely long enough to cover her muff, and walked toward the gate on the side of the house. Blair went to a side window. Following the instructions she'd gotten from 'Stacy,' Alana opened the gate into the back yard, stepped through it, and pulled it shut. Blair watched as she pulled the t-shirt over her head, hung it on the gate latch, and covered her face with Newt's. Now there was no Alana, only a masked 'Stacy.' Blair +pushed Brian an image of a Hollywood movie marquee, covered with a thousand flashing light bulbs, which he immediately understood as "show time!" and had to stifle a laugh. 'Stacy' walked up the side, emerging into the back yard. She imagined a hundred people watching her nakedness, but her eyes saw only Brian, sitting on an outdoor chaise, reading. She began to see images of doing more than displaying herself to him, much more. She continued with her stroll, per her instructions, walking a lap around the pool. When she got to the diving board, she saw that Brian had put his book down and was watching her. She slowed, enjoying his attention, sashaying a bit. She approached the chaise, head full of visuals of Brian also naked, thrusting his erection into her. She improvised a slow spin, giving Brian a visual tour of her entire body. Brian drank in the sight, feasting his eyes – she was the essence of pure, hot teenage girl. Her legs were long and smooth, her ass a tight, graceful upside-down heart, her bush trimmed into a silver-dollar sized diamond at the top of her slit, her tummy soft and flat, her waist an elegant s-curve rising from her hip. Her breasts, though, her breasts had him enthralled. They were large, but not huge, the perfect size and shape for her frame, firm and high. Like her little diamond, they were set off from her body by a soft tan line – even though Alana loved public nudity, she still had to wear a bikini top at the public pool, and even at her friends' backyard pools, most of the time, anyway... But it was her nipples that he had him hypnotized – he had never encountered "puffy" ones before, and he was fascinated. The distinct, pink mounds, rising proudly from the larger surrounding mounds, topped themselves by little diamond hard bumps, Brian couldn't even process what a wonderful sight they were. An unspeaking voice suggested that she straddle him on the lounge, and she did, bringing her chest within inches of his beguiled eyes. She pulled one of his hands up to cup a tit, and then the other. Now her instructions from Blair were fulfilled, and 'Stacy' was free to leave. But Alana was just getting started... She pulled Brian's face forward, slowly, pulling his lips up to meet one of these wonderful nips. He drew a circle around it with his tongue, then brushed lightly across it with his lips, feeling it respond to the sensation. He drew it into his mouth, washing across it slowly with his tongue, massaging it with his lips, sucking it to its fullest extension. She raised her chin, letting her hair cascade down her back, and drew a long, deep breath through her teeth. He reluctantly let her nipple escape his mouth, but only so he could apply the same treatment to the other one. He released it also, settling back and feasting his eyes on them again. She couldn't kiss him with the mask on; that sucked. She could feel his erection through his swimsuit, so she repositioned herself over him, rubbing his bulge directly with her wet slit. She lifted her hips off his, took the waist of his trunks, and walked them down past his knees, over his feet, and threw them to the side. Brian teased her by +pushing an image of her mouth full of his cock, which of course the Newt mask wouldn't allow. She reached up under the mask, licking her fingers and palm, giving them a thick coat of saliva. She moistened Brian's cock, lubricating it, bringing it to full hardness. She fisted it, squeezing it tight, stroking its length. She massaged it long and slow, sped up, slowed back down, renewing the lubrication when needed, not following any pattern so he never knew what to expect. She stood, turned around, and straddled him again, facing away this time, and leaned back on his chest, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. Trembling in anticipation, she took both his hands, and placed them on her front, one on her breast, one at her little diamond. She spread her knees and lifted her hips, giving him full access to her pussy. He slipped one finger deep into her, then another. He stroked in and out, rubbing on either side of her clit as he entered and exited her. Going in a little deeper, he found her g-spot. She had never had anyone directly stimulate it before, and when he had stroked over it for barely a few moments, her jaw clenched and she began to cum deeply. Her outer lips clamped down hard on his fingers, but he continued stimulating the magic spot, and her orgasm continued, wave after wave after wave. He maintained steady contact with her internal button until she no longer trembled. He withdrew his fingers, rubbed her honey across her tummy, and now using both hands, went to work exploring her incredible nips. If any of their secrets were encoded in braille, he deciphered them, and then reread the passage from the beginning. She arched her back, moaning deeply. She grasped his cock and pulled it to her entrance, and although their positions were wrong for insertion, she slid its head back and forth across her wetness. Now they were both moaning in anticipation. She stood, turned to face him, and lowered her hips down to his aching dick. She paused only a split second to make sure it was aligned with her opening, then lowered herself down, taking its entire length in a single stroke. She paused at the bottom, grinding her diamond into his groin, then began to pump on and off of him for real. Brian didn't have to do a thing, Alana provided all the movement. It only took her a couple of strokes to find the ideal combination of tempo and depth, and they settled in for a nice, long, deep fuck, Alana moaning continuously in the back of her throat. Gradually she increased the speed, and before long he had joined in – it really wasn't his style to lie there passively, no matter how good it felt. His thighs slapped sharply against her hips, no subtlety, pure animal rutting. Brian held her waist, partially supporting her weight, easing some of the pressure on her quads. She braced herself with her palms on his shoulders, visually framing her body perfectly. He soaked up the view – the muscles in her thighs, working hard, flexing and contracting with every thrust; her little diamond, looking like it was swallowing his cock, right up to the hilt; her soft flat tummy, tensing in perfect sync with her thighs; and her incredible breasts, bouncing wildly in rhythm with the stroking. Brian usually kept his eyes closed while he had sex, but this was a visual feast, and he didn't intend to miss a millisecond of it. Maybe it was the slight distraction of the visual, or maybe it was the novelty of the entire encounter being wordless, but Brian was lasting an unusually long time. That suited him fine – he wanted to burn the symphony that was Alana's body deeply into his permanent memory. It also suited Alana fine, she was having a tough time finding her climax – she began to think that maybe the earlier orgasm was all she was going to get. But finally she felt the familiar waves building, and pussy her began constricting into the deepest orgasm she had ever felt. Without realizing it, her moans escalated into loud howling. The pulsing of her pussy triggered Brian's orgasm as well, and after this long of a fuck, it was intense almost to the point of hurting. He reacted to the pleasure/pain by pumping up into her faster, extending both of their gratification. As they both finally passed their peaks and began to float back to earth, he wondered what the nosy neighbors had made of Alana's impromptu aria. (to be continued) Braining Ch. 04 Carina and Megann (This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.) : : : : : P r a c t i c e The next frontier with their abilities was seeing if they could get someone to do something that they normally wouldn't consider doing. They tried everything they could imagine, both with the more subtle, unspeaking voice +pushing, and with powerful, persuasive images demonstrating the target behavior with a positive outcome. They tried to get non-smokers at convenience stores to buy cigarettes. They tried to get prim, conservative women to try on skimpy, revealing clothes. At a restaurant, they tried to get a table of gym rats, all having vegan salads, to order "death by chocolate." They were relieved to find that they failed on all levels, that their abilities fell short of any sort of true mind control. Over time, they would have far less temptation to abuse their power, and would never have to look back with any guilt at something they had done. They could only get people to do things they were willing to do. Along that line, Brian had tried repeatedly to get Blair to try anal, but she wasn't buying it. He inundated her with images of women enjoying it, but she finally cut him off. "See, Brian, the thing is, those aren't real images. We know that we can +push made-up visuals just as easily as real pictures. So it's not helping you any." "But they ARE real images." "Porn doesn't count, dude, those girls are getting paid. It's the money that they're enjoying. Give it a rest, will ya?" Reluctantly, he did. For now... : : : : : C A R I N A Their setup for Carina was very simple. Being a late bloomer, they knew she would leap at any sensual opportunity that didn't make her feel sleazy, especially since what had seemed to be a budding relationship with Jon hadn't gone anywhere. In this scene more than the others, they considered it important to lead her into taking all the initiative. They would flood Carina with hot images to get her aroused, and once she got started, Brian would use the unspeaking voice to prompt her to the next level of activity. At band practice for several weeks, they had been +pushing her images of her and Brian. Carina kissing Brian, Carina taking off her clothes as Brian watched, Carina removing Brian's clothes, Carina and Brian naked, Carina and Brian getting wild. In all these visuals, Brian was receptive, but Carina always instigated. The final part of the scene was not set up by them, it was genuine. Back in elementary school, Blair and Carina had done some sewing together. Blair still sewed, and had a sewing machine. Carina was thinking about buying one, and asked Blair's advice on which model to choose. Blair invited Carina over Saturday evening, after work, to show her the one she had, and let her try it out. When Carina arrived, the house was dark, the garage door down, and the driveway empty. She rang the bell, no one answered. As she began wondering what to do, Brian pulled up to the curb. "Hi, Carina. Blair just texted me. She has to work late. I guess she doesn't have your cell number, she wanted me to come tell you." "Oh," she said. "OK." Her head became filled with images of herself ravishing Brian. She felt her nipples stiffen, as she realized that this might be an opportunity to act on the wild urges she had been having. After an awkwardly long pause, she realized it was her turn to say something. "Did she say how long she'd be?" The images were getting hotter, now she saw herself stepping out of her clothes, Brian watching her strip completely naked. "I don't know, I guess it's usually a couple of hours. It's hard to say..." Now, in her mind, she had grabbed his head, and was pulling his face onto her naked chest. He was capturing her nipples in his mouth and sucking on them, flicking his tongue over them. She also pulled his hand up her thighs, where he teased her slit with his fingertips, then she pulled his clothes off. Carina was feeling lightheaded -- her body was responding to the images, but her mind wasn't sure what to do about it. She said, "I should go," but she said it so softly, Brian pretended not to hear. "Do you want to just hang out until she gets here? It's nice out, and they usually have some cold drinks in the cooler back by the pool. I know she wouldn't mind." Now the images in her head were getting wilder -- she saw herself taking his thing in her mouth, and guiding it into her, um, down there. She struggled to speak a complete sentence, "Oh, I, um, no, couldn't. I'm sure you, uh, somewhere to be..." Brian headed around the side of the house, to the gate. "Not at all, I'm just taking it easy tonight. C'mon, I know she'd be disappointed if you bailed." "Oh, OK," she said, and she followed him. She was looking rather freaked out, so Brian softened the visuals he was +pushing to her. He kept them erotic, though, and they still featured Carina initiating each step. She wanted to do the things that were playing across her mind, but wondered if she was brave enough. And if she did, would Brian be receptive? They reached the back porch, and sat on adjacent lounge chairs. When she saw how dark it was in the fading evening light, she relaxed a bit, thinking that taking action under cover of deepening shadows would be easier. The cooler was beside him, and he pulled a couple of cold drinks out of it, gave her one, and opened the other. She looked so nervous that he was afraid the sharp sound of the can popping open was going to launch her into the air. He said, "It's getting kind of dark back here, I'll switch the porch lights on." "NO!" she barked, then caught herself. "I mean, you don't have to. I like it fine as is. You're right, it's nice back here." Brian resumed his onslaught of images of Carina actively seducing him, beginning with her kissing him. Kissing him right now, in Blair's back yard, on the pool deck, in the late evening shadows. Carina stared at the ground between her feet. When she looked up, Brian was right there. She leaned toward him, fighting herself not to lose her nerve. He bombarded her with images of her taking the initiative, of her, Carina, kissing him, and him kissing her back. She leaned toward him, touching his shoulder. She pulled him toward her, and Brian leaned in, in acceptance. Their lips met, and Carina felt a bolt of electricity pass between them. The intensity of the kiss grew, and grew. The hairs on her neck stood on edge, and she shivered in pleasure. Now that she had taken a first, tiny step from imagination to reality, she realized that maybe she was ready to go for it. She was about to pull off Brian's mouth, but in her mind, she vividly saw their kiss continuing, long, deep, and slow, a kiss like Carina had never experienced. She wasn't a virgin, but the guys she had been with had been as inexperienced and tentative as her, and she had never felt much of the excitement she heard her friends describe. She had a feeling that was about to change. The images in her head continued as some sort of unspeaking voice seemed to tell her that she should take off her shirt. At first she just felt her fingers unbuttoning it, passively going with the flow like she always did. But then, something shifted in her mind, and she decided that she would do more than go along with the moment, do more than merely ride along, wherever it would go. She decided to DRIVE. In a moment, her shirt was on the ground. "Carina, you done got all growed up while I wasn't looking," Brian growled, as his eyes took in Carina's massive breasts, spilling out of her bra. "Damn..." Carina shyly glowed at the compliment, and she realized she wanted to do this, needed to do it, could do it, would do it. She unhooked her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall free. Brian's eyes bulged -- not only were Carina's tits awesome, but he had not +pushed her to take her bra off yet. Carina was taking charge. She reached and pulled his shirt over his head, and pushed him back into a reclining position on the lounge chair. She stood, unbuttoning her shorts. "Wait," Brian said, "we're not in a hurry, are we?" An unspeaking voice in her head suggested that she slowly spin for him. She did, raising her hands to run them through her hair, giving him an unobstructed view of her chest, loving the dim level of light, amazing herself at her brashness. Even in the shadows, he could see how amazing her body was, her breasts, her slender waist, her flat tummy. And even though she was ultra-nervous, he could see how much she was enjoying showing off for him. What she enjoyed most was how he was totally under her spell, his eyes and his entire being hanging on each tiny detail of every move she made. She shifted her hips seductively, from side to side, flexing her knees slightly to move more freely. She placed her palms on her hips, swaying lower, swaying wider, lost in the sensuality of the moment. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together, raising her nipples to her face, then letting them fall free. She continued swaying, incorporating the mundane task of lowering her zipper into her dance. Brian reached to undo his own shorts, but she wagged her finger at him, saying, "Like YOU said, we're not in a hurry. I'll get that, when it's time..." He put his hands behind his head, smiled, and returned to the show. She turned her back to him, and hooked her thumbs on either side of the waistband of her shorts. She began to lower them, half an inch per sway. She "accidentally" also lowered her panties, something she didn't "notice" until her entire ass was bare. She "recovered," raising her panties back up, and letting her shorts fall to the ground. She turned back to face Brian, continuing to sway, gathering her hands behind her head, fluffing her hair out, arching her back, and thrusting her boobs forward. Brian groaned in appreciation. She leaned forward, undoing Brian's zipper, taking the waist of both his shorts and boxers, walking them down his legs and over his feet. Placing her knees on either side of his shins, she bent forward, capturing his just-freed cock in her mouth, drawing as much of his length as she could between her lips. She held it there, basking in the momentary power she had over him, letting him feel the soft, moist warmth of her mouth, feeling him quiver slightly as she held him with all the suction she could manage. She pulled off him slowly, until only the tip remained. She held the suction on it, hearing him sigh deeply. Slowly she plunged again, held, and pulled off, again leaving only the tip. She repeated this five or six times, going as slowly as she could, concentrating on maximum suction. She found she was loving the power she had over him, how when the head of his dick was at the back of her throat he would forget to breathe, how when she pulled off of him, he would react to the friction, all the muscles in his thighs and abdomen rigid until she got out to the tip. She released his cock, stood, turned her back to him, and slowly began lowering her panties. When she had revealed her whole ass, she turned around to face him, still holding the soft fabric up in the front. She teased him, lowering it a quarter inch at a time, until her racing stripe emerged, barely a finger's width of trimmed hair, ending at the top of her slit. She stretched the elastic, pulling one side high and the other low, then reversing them, back and forth, forming an animated X over her slit. She stopped, again with the elastic just above her opening. She eased it slightly down, barely an eighth of an inch, then another one, and another, revealing her slit and the shaved area around it. At last she eased the lace down her thighs, and let it fall to the ground. She stood still, fingers laced in her hair, feet shoulder-width apart, letting him paint her naked body with his eyes. Then her eyes got wide, not believing the thought she was having, the image her mind was seeing. It persisted, too strong to fade away. She liked it, and decided she would do it, but didn't quite believe she was actually going to. Trembling a bit, she grabbed him just behind the knees, and pulled him downward, dragging him so his torso was no longer on the slanted back of the chaise, but flat on the seat. His lower legs now went past the end of the chair, and he rested his feet on the ground. She began to slowly crawl up the length of his body. Her original target, which she had already considered pretty bold, was to mount him, her on top. She crawled up past his waist, however, and carefully arranged her legs around his shoulders. When everything seemed in position, she lowered her pussy to his mouth. And then she was momentarily not in charge any more... Brian located her slit, and washed over it with the soft width of his tongue, slowly, bottom to top. He reached up to take a massive breast in each hand, finding her nips and gently rubbing them between his thumbs and fingers. He had barely begun to tantalize her clit with his tongue when he felt her respond to the unexpected intensity of the moment -- all the sexual mental images she had been having, stripping for him, everything they had done since coming back by the pool -- her entire body tensed and she erupted in orgasm. Her legs collapsed, leaving him supporting almost her entire weight with his face, aided just a little by the handfuls of soft breast. She shuddered and squirmed, grinding her lips into his. He kept her clit from escaping his mouth by sucking, continuing the slow, relentless motion of his tongue over it. She collapsed, shuddering uncontrollably, falling forward onto the back of the lounge chair. She felt too drained to lift her hips off Brian's face -- she was momentarily concerned that she might have suffocated him or broken his neck, but his tongue seemed to still be alive, so he must be also. Brian slowed his oral stroking, but kept it up until her thighs no longer quivered on his shoulders. "You OK?" he asked, lightly chuckling. "Mmmmmm," is all she could mumble in response. He +pushed her the image of them lying together, chest to chest, and although she wasn't sure she had the strength, she lifted herself slightly so he could scooch himself up under her to a regular position on the chaise, then she relaxed back down over him, her head on his shoulder. He gently caressed her back, letting her glow in the aftermath. When her breathing had returned to normal, he started +pushing images of her lifting her hips up, and guiding him inside her. At first he wasn't sure she was receiving them, she didn't seem to be responding. Then, almost imperceptibly, she began to rock her hips forward and back, finding his erection with her slit, tracing his length with her wetness. She raised her hips, gripped his cock, and positioned his head at her entrance. Neither of them needed any more stimulation, and she slowly lowered herself, taking his entire length all the way to the hilt. Brian lay still, +pushing an unspeaking cue for her to provide the motion. She did, tentative, uneven at first, until she found a sweet spot in rhythm. She began to make adjustments to maximize the depth of her thrusting. It took her a bit, but she fine-tuned until she was stroking him from tip to hilt. They were now both in a perfect, pre-orgasmic state, a single, two-headed beast, each of them single-mindedly pleasuring the other. Right when Brian felt the tingle that signaled he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, her breathing quickened, and her channel tightened around him. She began to thrust wildly and squeezed him relentlessly. He erupted up into her, meeting her eagerly bucking hips with thrusts of his own. She raised her chest up, and he took a prodigious breast in each hand, squeezing, tweaking her nips with his fingertips, launching her into yet another upward spiral. Time stopped for both of them, matter and consciousness ceasing to be, nothing existing except pussy, cock, nipples, and orgasm. : : : : : "Carina?" "Yes?" "I don't usually do this kind of thing, I just wanted you to know..." "Oh, well, uh, I don't either..." "It was really special..." She smiled shyly, "Me too... Um, can it just be our secret?" He smiled back. "I'd like that. Kinda makes it even more perfect..." She glowed in pleasure at the thought. Brian's phone pinged, a text from Blair, which he showed Carina: > Leaving work. Will call when Carina & I r done "Um, Brian, don't you think Blair will able to tell, you know, that, um..." "I don't think so..." "Um, what if you, um, well..." "You mean, what if I'm not here when she gets home?" "Exactly. It's just me sitting here." "Good idea. Just tell her that I delivered her message, brought you around to the back, showed you the cooler, we talked for a few minutes, then I left. Nothing to be suspicious about." "That'd be good." Brian gave her a hug and a nice, loving, but relatively chaste kiss. "Tonight was wonderful, Carina." "Me too." "See ya..." and he left, going over to a friend's until Blair texted him that the sewing lesson was over. : : : : : P r a c t i c e Sometimes, in their youthful exuberance, they never got around to working on their psychic abilities. And sometimes, it was a genuine attempt to practice their skills that caused them not to practice... "I'm still not sure I can distinguish between +pushing a non-verbal and +pushing an image. I'm starting to get it, but sometimes they still feel pretty much the same." "OK, let's work on it. +Push me..." After a short pause, she began unbuttoning her shirt. He didn't stop her. After another short pause, she re-buttoned it. "What did you receive?" "I got one of those non-speaking voice messages to take off my shirt. But as soon as I got it unbuttoned, I got a visual of me with my shirt buttoned, so I buttoned it back." "Excellent, that's exactly what I sent." Her eyes got very wide, and she grinned. She knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped them, and pulled them down to the floor. She pulled his jockeys down as well, and he lifted his feet out of them. His cock was beginning to swell, and she took its tip into her mouth. She raised her eyes to meet his as she drew his still-increasing length past her lips, lifted up off it, and was drawing it back in, when she spit it out, laughing. He was laughing as well, and she punched him in the chest, lightly. "You're BAD!" "What did you receive?" "OK, I got a visual of me sucking you. And an image of a stop sign with one of those circle-slash thingies that means 'do not.' Literally, 'don't stop,' right?" "Exactly." "Clever!" "Thanks." "So, I started sucking you, then I got all kinds of images of me NOT sucking you -- us studying together, us having dinner with my parents, us at the grocery store. Very UN-sexy..." "And you didn't stop. That's good. But then you did..." "Wait, I'm not finished yet. Then I got images where I was sucking you again, but not here. The first was in a classroom this fall, with all these other kids, and a professor, watching me blow you. Then at a secluded part of the beach, but still with a few people around, watching. Then the front row at the movies, with everybody in the theater watching us." "Exactly what I sent." "Then, I'm still sucking you, now we're back here in the den, but I'm dressed differently. The one of me in the police uniform, that didn't get me. Then the one where I'm dressed up as the raccoon character from Seven Worlds, that didn't get me. It was the one of me in the nun's habit that threw me..." and she was laughing again. She gestured at her breasts. "Nun's habits don't leave these hanging out, and they aren't crotchless, you pervert!" Braining Ch. 04 Brian joined her laughing. Then HIS eyes got wide. He knelt in front of her, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, pulling them to the floor, and pulled down her panties as well. She lifted her feet out of them. He eased her knees apart, positioned his head between them, and went to work. Before long, the rest of their clothes were gone, and it was Brian who was seated on the couch. Blair stood with her feet between his, her back to him. She used her knees to spread his apart, and she bent forward, lowering her hips toward his. When her opening reached the tip of his cock, he positioned it between her lips, guiding her down its length with his hands firmly on her hips. They adjusted themselves to the angle, and she said, "Fuck me like your life depends on it..." He did. Practice was over. : : : : : M E G A N N Their plan for Megann was their weakest, but it was the best they had come up with for her. It began with the information that every Saturday morning, Megann drove up into the hills above the city for a long trail run. That in itself wasn't really sufficient for a scenario, but Blair remembered that in a Truth Or Dare game awhile back with the girls, Megann had revealed that one of her recurring fantasies was picking up a hitch-hiker, and having her way with him. To Blair and Brian, Megann seemed like a girl who might act on a fantasy if the opportunity presented. So they set out to make the opportunity present. To begin with, they found out whether she ran the same trail every week. She did, so they located it. It was about a 20-minute trip, but figuring out how she got there was easy: from town, there was basically only one road. After work one evening, they drove to the parking area for her trail, and familiarized themselves with it, so the images they +pushed to Megann would contain authentic scenery. Then they got Brian a mountain biking outfit - shorts, shoes, and shirt, and borrowed a helmet and a biking Camelback. From there, it was simple, the only hurdle being, in her fantasy the hitch-hiker was a stranger, and Brian was no stranger, she'd known him for years. That's where the ability to +push came in handy. +Pushing was greater than an equalizer, it was an unequalizer, an advantage, a stacked deck, loaded dice, marked cards. On Saturday, Brian dressed in his costume, and they took Blair's mom's car, which Megann wouldn't recognize if she happened to see it. They parked at the turn-out just before the one where Megann's trail was. Brian prepared for his role by laying down in a gully near the turn-out, and rolling in it, getting his biking clothes dirty and disheveled, with some dirt on his face, and some twigs and leaves in and around the helmet. Then, looking like he'd had an accident, he began to walk down the road toward town. The third car to approach him was Megann's silver VW, right on time, and Brian stuck his thumb out. The road was a series of tight curves at this point, going fairly steeply uphill, and she was past him before she was able to stop. Brian jogged up to the open passenger window, as if it was a stranger's car, saying "thanks for stopping, I was trying out a new mountain bike, and some idiot ran me off the -- Megann, is that you?" "My god, Brian, are you all right? Get in." Megann put the car in gear, and continued driving up -- the road was narrow, and she didn't want to block it in the middle of a curve. Brian explained he was fine, but needed a ride back to town. "Are you sure you're not hurt?" Brian nodded, and Megann found her mind flooded with images of him in various stages of undress, being ravaged by a redhead. "So what were you saying about a bicycle?" "I've been looking at a new mountain bike. There's one in particular I like, and the guys from the bike store dropped me here a little while ago so I could demo it. A little further down the road, there's a trail that takes off from the road, and ends up near the shop. They figured it shouId take me an hour and a half, maybe two hours, to get back to the shop. I didn't even make it to the trail, some yahoos in a pickup squeezed me over the shoulder, and I lost control. I came off the bike, slid a short distance down the incline. The bike tumbled way down past where I could see it." "Wow, Brian, that could have been really serious. You're lucky it's the bike that tumbled down the hill, and not you." Megann's mind continued to see images of her and Brian: Brian sucking on her tits, Brian bending her over and fucking her from behind, Megann naked on a picnic table near the trailhead, with Brian's head between her thighs, Brian leaning back against a giant tree trunk, with a head of bright red hair bobbing up and down at his waist. She found herself thinking, "Put all that in the right order, you've got a pretty good afternoon." When they pulled into the turnout for her trailhead, no other cars were there. "You ever been up here before?" she asked. He shook his head. "I'll be glad to drive you back to town, but since you seem to be OK, if you have a minute, there's a spectacular viewpoint just down this trail. You can see Phil's house, and Jon's. Maybe you can show me yours." I'll be glad to show you mine, he thought... He followed Megann down the trail, past a steep turn, and they approached the picnic table he and Blair had checked out earlier in the week. Megann stopped at the table, pulling off her top, which in summer was nothing but a sports bra, revealing about a thousand freckles on her shoulders. "You're right, the view is spectacular," he said, as she kicked off her shoes, and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her running shorts. The carpet did indeed match the drapes... Brian already knew Megann was beautiful, but he was completely unprepared for how incredible her naked body was. Running had made her amazingly tight and muscular, but still completely feminine. Her legs were long and lithe, and her tummy was taut with a hint of six-pack, but somehow none of that detracted from her amazing curves. Her waist was the most elegant sweep from underarm to the flare of her hip that he'd ever seen. Somehow, even though he couldn't detect an ounce of body fat anywhere on her, she looked soft and inviting. Her hips were somehow both slender and full. Her breasts were ample and round, smooth and supple, and on her lithe frame, seemed much larger than the medium b-cups they actually were. Her green eyes glowed with desire. Her most inviting features, though, were her arms, reaching out to pull him in. He had peeled off his backpack and shirt and stepped out of his shoes by the time he entered her embrace, and was reaching for the waistband of his shorts when she moaned, "No, let me..." She slumped to her knees, pulling his biking shorts, which he wore sans boxers, down and off. His erection sprung up to her face, and she captured it in her mouth, beginning to stroke it from tip to base, pulling him into her with her hands cupping his ass. He caressed the nape of her neck, and brushed the length of her hair with his extended fingers. Even though the trail was public, no one else was around. He found it exhilarating: the open air, the sun, the sound of the breeze in the trees, the feel of the air moving across his bare skin, and most of all, her mastery of the art of sucking. In barely a few seconds, he felt the familiar sensation building. He tried to pull out of her mouth. "Easy, now, I'm about to cum." She pulled him back in. "That's the idea, Brian. Let's get the quick and easy one out of the way, THEN we'll get down to the real thing..." In another short moment, his body tensed, and he spurted into her mouth. She swallowed every drop. She pulled herself up onto the edge of the table, and leaned back. "See anything you like?" she teased, spreading her legs wide. He answered by kneeling before her, using his thumbs to spread her lips. She didn't seem to trim her bush, but it was sparse, barely more than a landing strip. He plunged his tongue between the finest, silkiest hairs he had ever experienced. He began to work his tongue along the contrasting pink folds, slowly and sensuously, but she informed him that was not what she wanted by pulling the back of his head hard and tight against her clit with her hands and ankles. He responded by sucking all the soft tissue surrounding her button into his mouth, vibrating his tongue across it. He found her little nub itself standing proud, and massaged its underside, wiggling his tongue wildly from side to side. It didn't take much of this onslaught before she tightened her thighs around his head, groaning deeply. He stayed attached to her clit, unleashed a furious tongue lashing across it, and she exploded in orgasm. She basked in the after-glow for only a minute. She sat up and eased her feet back to the ground, standing, pulling his face up to hers, licking and kissing her juices from around his mouth. She pulled his chest to hers, laying her cheek on his shoulder, at the same time taking his already re-energized dick in her hand. "Ooh, what have we here? Liked that, did you?" she purred. She turned and bent over the table, cupping her tits in her hands, to keep the rough, weathered wood from irritating her tender nips. Or, maybe just to be able to play with them. She elevated her hips to the level of his by rising up on her toes, highlighting the length and tone of her incredible legs. On her lower back, dimples marked the tops of the soft swells of her hips. He positioned his cock at her entrance, and eased the tip between her lips. He began to insert it further, as slowly as he could. She stifled the urge to reach back and slam him into her, sensing that something nicer might be developing. He grasped her hips with both hands, slowly pulling himself further in, until there was no more to pull in. He held still for a few seconds, savoring the glow of her tight, enveloping warmth. He felt her squeezing and releasing him, seemingly in sync with his pulse, and heard her sigh in pleasure. He pulled out as slowly as he had entered, and slid himself back into her, long, hard and deep. She expressed her approval by lifting her feet off the ground, wrapping his lower legs with hers. Each time he thrust into her, she met him halfway with a buck of her hips. Their speed increased little by little, until they found their rhythm, the perfect pace. They soared as their sensuality merged, cruising toward the inevitable ending, in no hurry to get there. He broke their rhythm briefly, lifting her off the table by the hips, backing up a couple of steps, without disconnecting from her. He lowered her to where her hands reached the ground, then slowly eased himself to his knees, all while staying joined to her. As soon as he felt securely anchored to the earth, he resumed plunging into her, and she gripped the back of his thighs with her feet. Now he had access to her breasts, and he took full advantage. He cupped them lightly as they rocked forward and back, letting their swaying motion carry the swollen nips across the washboard of his fingers. He tightened his grip, caressing their fullness, rolling the nips between his thumbs and forefingers. She began to moan deeply, and he could feel her channel begin to constrict as her orgasm overtook her. Her forearms gave way, and her shoulders slumped to the ground, pulling her tits from his hands, changing the angle of her hips. He felt the final half inch of his cock slam into her opening. He could not hold onto the pre-orgasmic state of bliss any longer, and he erupted deep into her. He continued plunging into her as long as possible, the motion enhancing and extending their orgasms. He arched his back with his final few thrusts, and they both slumped to the ground on their sides, him spooning her from behind. They lay like that until they had both caught their breath, then she turned to face him, wrapping him in her arms and legs. They just lay there, luxuriating in the warm sun and the cool breeze, needing no words to express their contentment... : : : : : As they drove down the hill towards town, Megann turned to Brian and said, "So, four down, one to go, eh?" Brian felt like he'd swallowed his tongue. He said weakly, "What?" Megann had a Cheshire grin, and said, "Don't worry, only Jenn and I have pieced it together." Brian actually used his hand to try to wipe the deer-in-the-headlights look from his face, but was unsuccessful. He said, "How..." Megann explained, "It's all about interconnections." He shook his head in wonder. "Here's the short version: Terese and I have been best friends ever since I moved here. I know that's recent compared to the rest of you, but it's a long time. You probably don't realize how much Terese idolizes Blair -- it doesn't show, because she's been so jealous, for so long. I mean, even before you and Blair actually connected, it was so obvious that Blair was who you were into. Sometimes I think that we realized it before you did. "You made Terese incredibly happy. She's so inexperienced, sexually, compared to some of us. Thinking you confused her with Blair in bed has given her a huge dose of confidence that she really, really needed. And, I think having you for a minute has helped her finish getting over you. "She's clueless, by the way. She totally believes that she took advantage of you, and she swore me to secrecy. Recently she's been spending a lot of time with Glen in the band. They're enjoying each other's attention, I predict they'll be together soon. "Jennifer is my other best friend. It's hard to explain - Jenn is so into Phil, the two of them are kind of their own little self-contained social eco-system. But she and I have coffee every Sunday morning, we chill while Phil sleeps off whatever debauchery the band was up to on Saturday night. There's nothing we don't talk about, so, basically, what Jenn knows, I know, and vice-versa. "Alana and Jenn work together, they have the same schedule at the store, so they hang out on their breaks. Alana told Jenn about her little 'encounter' with you. I'd love to know how you arranged that, by the way... "You totally got away with it with her, too, she doesn't seem to have told anyone else. She doesn't talk about herself much -- I mean, she still seems to think no one knows about her exhibitionism. Anyway, Jenn told me about you and Alana over coffee, and I told her about you and Terese." Megann saw from the look on Brian's face that he was stressing. "Listen, don't worry. Jenn and I both think the world of you. You're a sweet guy, and you've got a good thing going with Blair. You guys love each other, and you treat her with a lot of respect. That means a lot to us. We talked all about it, and there's no way we're going to 'out' you. "Carina and I work together. We're in different departments, but we're on the same schedule, so we catch lunch together most days, and sometimes a movie after work. She and Jon had fallen out of sync, mostly because she fell into old habits and got rather passive. Apparently he thought that meant she had lost interest. "She was telling me that someone had showed her how being assertive can be a good, positive thing. She was being so vague, it was clear she was hiding something, and then when she mentioned it was you, well, knowing about your escapades with Terese and Alana, it just kind of clicked to me what might have happened. I led the conversation around to where she was cornered, and she filled in the details. I didn't mention anything to her about the others, by the way. "Anyway, she's become much more assertive with Jon, and now they're back on track, doing really well. "So, last Sunday, over coffee, we're just sort of looking back over your summer. Terese, Alana, Carina. Jenn says to me, 'so, who do you think is next, you or me?' and then today, there you were in your little biking outfit. "Don't worry, I've been looking forward to this -- you've gotten rave reviews." They rode in silence for a bit. "Look, here's the thing, I've only had one long-term guy since I've lived here, nobody else I've liked much has returned my interest. And I don't want to be known as a one-night-stand girl. I have a couple of older guys on the side, friends-with-benefits kind of thing, they keep the stress from building too much... If you wanna do something regular like that, I'd do it in a heartbeat; but I bet that's not your thing. "Jenn and I think you're probably going to propose to Blair soon, and what you're doing is kind of an extended, summer-long bachelor party. Don't tell me if that's it, I want to watch it play out in real time. But if not, you should. Propose, that is. Blair's a class act, you're not gonna do better than her. "That leaves Jenn. "I'm gonna tell you some things I bet you don't know about Jenn. Now, she's a great lady, and as I said, my BFF, so I don't mean anything I'm about to say in a mean way... but, she's a bit of a freak. I mean, she's got quite an appetite. "She and Phil are totally into each other, but, you may already know this, they're not exclusive, they never have been. Phil gets a lot of 'opportunities' when the band plays, and she pretty regularly gets something on the side as well. I think in the long run, they won't end up together. "So, what I'm saying is, if you've got some sort of elaborate setup planned to seduce her, forget it. Phil will be gone next Saturday night, the band has some big-time gig out of town, and she's not planning on going. Just call her, invite her over, she'll fuck your brains out. No strings. She'd like that. I mean, like I said, you've gotten rave reviews, and she's told me several times how much she'd enjoy a one-nighter with you." They had turned onto Blair's street, and Brian gestured for Megann to stop in front of Blair's house. She looked amazed, and said, "For real? Far-out... And I thought I had it all figured out. Years from now, if our paths cross, I'd like to hear what the REAL back-story is," and she chuckled. Brian got his first words in since they hit town, "Thanks for the ride." "You're welcome," Megann responded, laughing, "and I didn't mind driving you home either." Brian joined her laughing, and stepped away from the car, but Megann wasn't finished. "Brian? You really should just make it simple with Jenn, just invite her over. And when you do? Stick your finger in her butt, and she'll let you fuck her there. I would have, too, by the way. I told you, she's a bit of a freak... Bye!" : : : : : Blair was every bit as amazed as Brian had been, as he retold Megann's story. She interjected a couple of questions, but largely let him relate Megann's narrative, as close to verbatim as he could. Then they were silent a few minutes. Brian could tell something was on her mind, so he waited for her to speak next. "I'm not even close to ready, by the way..." she finally said. "Ready for what?" "To get engaged." "Oh, I know, me either. I mean, she made a pretty good case, but as we know, she's missing all of what she called 'the back story.' We've got plenty of time..." But, he could tell, there was something else. So he waited. "Brian?" "I'm right here..." "That thing she said, about her butt?" "Yeah?" "Are you gonna do it?" "Do you want me not to?" "No. Yes. No. I mean, it's OK. Do you want to?" "Well, most guys do, you know... want to, that is." "Brian?" "What is it?" "I want you to, I want you to experience everything they all have to offer." "OK." Brian could tell there was more coming, so he waited. "But..." Her voice trailed off. She appeared lost in thought. "But what?" Blair was barely whispering, "but I don't want you to do anything with them for the first time. I want all your firsts to be with me..." Braining Ch. 04 "What are you saying?" "I want to, I want to do the butt thing..." (to be continued) Braining Ch. 05 Blair and Jenn (This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.) : : : : : P r a c t i c e "I don't understand why you won't just stick it in my ass and get it over with. I thought you said all guys want it like that." "Blair, if we did it like that, it would hurt, and you'd hate it. And I DON'T want that. If we're gonna do it, let's do it right." She sat, pouting. "Look, Blair, it's going to feel incredible for me, either way. But I'll enjoy it a hell of a lot more if it's good for you, and you enjoy it too, and that's going to take some time." "Well, fine, as long as we get it done by Saturday, so I get to have you there before Jenn does." "Blair, more than likely, that's not gonna happen. If your parents were gone all week, like that first week, that'd be one thing -- we could go a little bit at a time, night after night, work up to it. But I'm not having your dad find us in your room with two of my fingers up your butt." "Oh, Brian, you say the sweetest things..." They spent Sunday afternoon working on relaxing her "back there," but as the time grew near for her parents to get home, even stubborn Blair had to admit that she probably wouldn't be ready by Saturday afternoon, and Brian's "date" with Jenn was Saturday evening... B L A I R Friday at band practice, Brian couldn't help but notice an extra twinkle in Blair's eye. He knew she was up to something, but he also knew that she wasn't going to let him in on it until she was ready. When it came to finding things out from her, he had learned that he could slow the process down, but he couldn't speed it up. Well, maybe he could... When they got home, he refused to ask, pretending he hadn't noticed anything. She tried not to fall for it, but he had her. "Aren't you wondering what's up?" "Oh, is something up?" He tried to keep a straight face, but she was so eager, and so cute when she was eager, he couldn't hold it, and he burst out laughing. "OK, I give, I've been wondering - what's up?" She turned her back to him, pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees, bent over, and pulled her cheeks apart. Brian gazed in amazement at what he saw: there, between her cheeks, where her little brown star used to be, was a 1 1/4" blue circle, surrounding a classic yellow happy face. "Know what that is?" she trilled. "You're kidding me..." "Well, do you?" "You never cease to amaze me," he replied, in awe. "It's a butt plug." She straightened up, ran to him in little panties-around-the-knees steps, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "Surprised?" "Um, to say the least..." "I bought two of them after work Monday. I wore the small one all day Tuesday and Wednesday, and this one is the medium, I wore it all day yesterday and today. They had a large, but it was a monster... no offense, but it's WAY bigger than you are. There's no way you can say I'm not ready for you now, all you gotta do is pull it out!" He did. He carried her to bed, setting her down on her back. She finished removing her panties, and peeled off her top and bra, while he undressed. He crawled into bed, and she began to turn over, onto her knees. "Not that way," he said, "let's have you on your back." "Really?" "Yeah, based on what I've read, it's easier to stay relaxed that way. And I'll get to see your face." She blushed. He kissed her face, kissed her breasts, and continued kissing down her tummy, to her pussy. She was soaked. He barely applied his mouth, and she imploded into a colossal orgasm. He pushed her knees up, and eased first one, then two, then three fingers up her ass, confirming she was sufficiently slick and loose. He thoroughly lubed his cock, and positioned it against her sphincter. He pushed, softly, meeting little resistance -- the plug had done its job well. He eased half of his length into her. "How's it feel?" "Fantastic, I had no idea... more, baby, give me more." Brian didn't think he'd ever been this aroused, this hard. It was going to be an effort not to cum too quickly. He pulled back, leaving only the tip, surrounded by her anus. He paused, letting the immediate urge to cum pass. "Don't tease me," she panted, wrapping her legs around his back, pulling his hips forward with her feet. He eased forward, filling her with most of his length. She moaned in pleasure. "Fuck me," she whispered. He did. He started slowly, then built speed, until their mutual rhythm felt perfect, the lush sensuality of her tightness all but overwhelming him. She continued to pull on his ass with her lower legs, then she crossed her ankles behind his shoulder blades, grabbing her feet with her hands. Her shift in position allowed him to sink his final inch into her. He began to thrust with more intensity, and found himself in a zone, his cock a fucking machine, so engorged it ached, his orgasm distant. She met each plunge of his with a buck of her hips. Their entire universe became reduced to the stimulated nerve endings within the tiny areas of friction they were sharing, their brains consumed by the waves of pleasure being sent by the euphoric neurons. "I'm. . . going. . . to. . . cummm. . . " she moaned, and her breathing quickened as her orgasm arrived. Her tunnel squeezed him even tighter as she surrendered to it, her opening constricting and pulsing, finishing him. He followed her into the most distant depths of bliss. When his erection was gone and he slipped out of her, they held each other, side by side, their arms and legs intertwined. Brian recognized this as her moment, so he didn't say anything. When she was able to speak, she said, "There were so many things I didn't know... my ass is SO sensitive, compared to my pussy. The sensations are so wonderful, so different, but not just different, so, um, so sensual, so intense. I just love it. It's way more effort to cum, there's not nearly the connection to the clit, and no g-spot, of course. I mean, let's don't do it that way every time, but I want to do it again, and again, and again. "I thought Megann and Jenn were out of their minds, allowing guys to do that to them, but they were right, it's heavenly. "And I thought you were being ridiculous, making me wait, for some silly rule of being relaxed enough. But you were right -- putting the small plug in the first time was, um, difficult. I mean, it hurt. But after working up to it, getting used to it, having you back there was just magical. "Let's do it again." : : : : : J E N N Brian did the simple thing with Jenn, he just called her, and invited her over. While the concept was simple, the call itself wasn't, for Brian anyway. Even though he found other words to say other than, "Hey, you wanna come over and fuck?" both he and Jenn knew that's what he meant, and he felt very awkward. Without consulting Blair, he realized it was obviously wrong to do it at her house. Fortunately, finding another location was easy -- on Saturday night, Brian's parents were driving to a town about an hour and a half away, to see the traveling production of "Wicked." He could have gone with them, but given the choice, he decided he'd rather fuck Jennifer. Blair was visibly nervous. This was the only scenario that he hadn't needed any of her help to set up, or any involvement from her at all. They both realized that this was the only one that posed any danger to their relationship, because it wasn't based on any setup, play acting, or +pushing. Because of that, this was the first scenario that had any real chance of challenging their status quo. Ironically, challenging the status quo is what she had initially wanted. "When you've had sex with all of them, and you still choose me, I'll be able to believe that it's your free choice," is what she'd said at the time. That was a long time ago, however, and their status had a lot more quo now. Her parents being away all weekend, every weekend, had given them a level of quality couple time that most teenagers don't get, and they had grown a lot in a short while. Brian wondered -- if she had kept her doubts to herself at first, would she would still feel the need to test his commitment to her? As he prepared to leave her house for his "date" with Jenn, he saw how nervous she was. "Baby, relax. I'll be back. I'll save some for you, I promise." There was nothing more either of them could say. : : : : : He was in the back yard, heating up the grill and cleaning it, when Jennifer let herself in the gate, five minutes early. "Hey Jenn." "Hey Brian." She was wearing a tiny bikini top, a Wicked Weasel by the looks of it, and a pair of denim cut-offs cut so low it was obvious she wasn't wearing panties. "You look great." "Thanks, less to take off later." "Um..." "I'm just teasing," she laughed. "I mean, we both know why we're here. Tonight we have no secrets, no hidden agendas -- and because of that, there's no bullshit to navigate, and I think that's pretty cool. We're gonna have a great time, right?" "One great time, coming up. I was going to throw some burgers on the grill." "Sounds good. You still remember how to use this one?" she teased. "It's not too different from the one at Blair's?" He laughed with her. : : : : : The evening air was nice, so they ate sitting on a back yard glider in the shade. "That was great," she said. "You stay seated, I'll clean up." She took the paper plates and paper towels inside. "I brought dessert," she hollered out the door. When she stepped back outside and stood in front of Brian, her bikini top and shorts were gone. "Aren't you a bit over-dressed?" He carried her to his room, laid her down on his bed, and peeled off his clothes. Then he just stood there, feasting his eyes upon this unbelievable creature. Her body made all existing adjectives inadequate, obsolete, defunct, useless. She was perfection. She required an improved definition of the word "exquisite." She had hit the jackpot in the gene pool lottery. She had curves that the Venus de Milo would envy. She was soft, where soft is ideal, and firm, where firm is perfect. Even where she was firm, she was soft. He thought, "I bet she shits ice cream..." "Phil's a lucky guy." he finally said. She answered, "You are too. Maybe. But, are you just gonna stand there? I mean, jeez, what's a lady gotta do to get some action around here?" She patted the bed beside her. "Come here, right now, and bring your dick with you." "I get it, I get it," he laughed, settling in beside her. He drew his fingertips across her forehead, and down her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her lightly. He continued caressing her face down past her jaw, and slowly across her neck, lightening his kiss so that his lips barely brushed across hers; three of his fingertips slowly traced a line across her collarbone; her tongue reached out to pull his kiss back in, finding his mouth removed from hers, reaching nothing but the tip of his tongue. His fingertips, now down to two, drew across the upper swell of her breast, circling her nipple a single time; the tip of his tongue barely contacted the tip of hers; now down to one fingertip, he traced the lower curve of her breast; their kiss was now nothing more than his breath meeting hers. She sighed in pleasure at how unexpectedly light his touch was. His fingertip became only the tip of his nail, across her tummy, taking one tiny lap around her navel, then down to her slit, coming to rest right underneath her clit. "You have my undivided attention," she purred. He drew tiny circles around her clit, and dipped the tip of his finger between her folds, finding her wetness, then withdrawing. He leaned in to kiss her, and when she moved forward to meet his lips, she found his finger between her mouth and his. They kissed around it, both tasting her arousal. He eased her onto her back, knelt above her head, and kissed her lightly, his face upside down to hers. He lingered his lips on hers, brushing them lightly from side to side, returning to kiss her a little lighter, then again, a little lighter still. He started to crawl down, delicately kissing her cheek, her chin, her upper chest, and then heading for her breast. He barely touched her, the end of his tongue to the apex of her nipple. He circled it, then flicked his tongue rapidly up and down on its stiff extension, for just a second. He drew a straight, dry line with his lips, to the other nipple, grasping it between his lips, stretching it out until it popped free. He continued his upside-down trip down her abs, butterfly kissing, caressing her with his mouth. He teased further down, past her navel, barely making contact with the skin of her tummy, until he reached her sex, which he also dry kissed, lips on outer lips. Now his knees were on either side of her face, and she found the head of his cock with her mouth, emulating his touch, the skin of her lips barely contacting the skin of his glans. He dry kissed her outer folds; she dry kissed his tip. He reached around her hips and pulled her outer lips apart, exposing the moist, warm inner folds. He ran a long, slow, delicate lick with the point of his tongue down the length of her opening, following it with another, this one fuller, softer, using his full width, swirling it into her wetness. She drew his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue and lips across it, and pulled in more of his length, surrounding him in her soft warmth. He returned his tongue to the top of her slit, licking it again, swirling again, this time pushing it deep within the inner folds. She drew back off his erection, then pulled it in, filling her mouth with it, swirling and sucking around it. Despite the differences in their anatomy, they each felt as if they were giving head to themselves... He surrounded her opening, holding her outer lips open with his mouth, and began slowly lapping his tongue across the sensitive inner lips. Each time he reached the end, he'd return to the top, stimulating her continuously. She began to bob her head slowly over his erection, pulling out to the very tip, keeping it from completely escaping her mouth with increased suction, then drawing it in until it reached the very back of her throat. She matched his pace, giving him a stroke of his length for every one he gave her. He maintained constant suction on her, and she on him. He continued his oral onslaught, she continued hers. They both began to speed up. As her mound and his shaft both began to quiver, he began to focus both the suction and the tongue massage on the area immediately around her clit. She began to draw him deeper into her mouth on each stroke. He sucked her clit free of the folds that enveloped it, and drew his tongue across it, top to bottom, increasing his speed. She increased the suction on his cock, and increased her speed, to match his. He could feel her imminent climax in the fluttering of her lower abdomen, she could feel his in the pulsating at the base of his shaft. Both their hips began to buck wildly, and their orgasms overtook them, and they both used all the suction they had to stay attached to the other. They came, and came, and came, the electric sensations beginning at her pussy and his cock, radiating outward. Brian slowed caressing her clit, holding it between the softest parts of his lips, washing across it with the plush softness of his tongue, holding her at the peak for as long as possible. Jenn no longer bobbed along his cock, but still held it between the fleshy part of her lips, maintaining her suction, swirling her tongue across the over-sensitized tip. They both surrendered to the sensations, abandoning the here and now, awash in the abstract pleasure, the wordless sensuality of the moment; and then they found themselves back on his bed, her mouth still around his sex, his still around hers. Neither released immediately; when they did, he reversed his position end for end so they could hold each other. "Holy moly," she whispered, "how'd you do that?" "Just made it up as I went along." "Maestro!" "I guess I have my moments." They may have dozed a bit, then they kissed softly, he gently stroked her back for a minute, all the way down to her bum. "Brian?" "Yes?" "Would you feel cheated if we called it a night? That's the most incredible fuck I've ever- actually, no, I'm not saying that right - "That's the best anybody's ever made love to me, and I can't imagine anything that would top it." "Are you sure? We haven't even inserted Tab A into Slot B..." She laughed, "No, we didn't. Do you want to?" "Oh, I guess your Slot B isn't THAT different from anybody else's..." She laughed again, but then a serious look came over her face. "Tonight has been so perfect. Years from now, when I think of you, this moment is what I want to remember, how I feel right now." "Actually, Jenn, I'm cool with that. This IS a pretty fine way to leave it..." "Blair is a lucky girl..." "I'm a lucky guy." : : : : : "Lucy, I'm home," Brian hollered. "Already? I wasn't expecting you yet." Blair found herself expecting the worst. "Was, what, um, is everything OK?" She couldn't catch her next breath, panicking that he was here to gather his things, that he had chosen to be with Jennifer. "Yeah, it's all fine. It was weird, knowing that we were just there to fuck. We got each other off once, and decided that was a great way to leave it. She doesn't want to do anything that would affect anything, you and me in particular, and, obviously, I don't either. "Let me shower, and let's go to bed." As she heard the water running in the bathroom, tears leaked from her eyes, waves of relief washing over her. Brian had made his choice, and come home to her... : : : : : E P I L O G U E The next morning, they awoke, silently agreeing that warm, gentle touching said more than any words could. After half an hour, Brian broke the comfortable silence. "How do you feel?" She squeezed him tight, and said, "Calm. Relieved. Glad we're done. Glad you're here." "I'm glad I'm here, too. I was never going to be anywhere else BUT here, I hope you know that." She smiled. They cuddled awhile longer, got out of bed, and padded to the kitchen, where they put together some breakfast. They sat at the counter, eating. "In a way," she said, "it's a shame that we're done. Some of those scenes were pretty hot." "They were. I've thought of four or five more." She looked alarmed. "You want to do all the girls again?" "No." "You have more girls in mind?" "No." "Oh. So the new scenes are just imaginary?" "No. I'm going to do them." "You're not making any sense." Brian suppressed a laugh; he was enjoying stringing her along. "Sure I am." "But you said you're not doing the girls again, and there's not any more girls." "That's right." "So how are you going to do any more scenes?" "Just like we did the first five -- you and I will discuss them, organize them, fine-tune the details. Then, when the plans are perfect," and he paused for effect, "WE do them. You and me. We do them all." She grinned and slugged him, lightly, on the chest. "Brilliant. You're on. We'll do them. All of 'em. But, um, I've got more." Now it was Blair's turn to suppress a laugh, and Brian's turn to look alarmed. "More, again?" She said, "There's a scene I want to do. It's one we already did, early on. I want to do it again, right now." "Um, OK. Which one?" "The one where you carry me to bed, and fuck me absolutely silly." "We can do that." "What are you waiting for?" : : : : : C O D A 31 years later. Brian and Blair had been married for 27 years. They lived in a neighborhood that was quite different from a typical subdivision: it featured large lots, many large native trees, and had a rural feel, due to the lack of curbs, as well as the three streets that comprised it winding and following the natural terrain, rather than the whole area being bulldozed flat and forced into a straight grid. Braining Ch. 05 Their neighbors had some familiar names: Terese and Glen lived on their street; Carina and Jon, Megann and her husband, and Dan (the band singer) and his wife lived one street over; and Alana and her husband lived two streets over. Bear was the only one of the original twelve that had disappeared -- no one had heard from him since their sophomore year of college. Jenn and Phil, as predicted, hadn't lasted together. Jenn, after one misstep and a quick divorce, was happily married, she and her husband lived a few doors down from Carina. Phil lived down the street from Brian and Blair, a content, lifelong bachelor. The others were perpetually amazed at the endless stream of stunningly attractive, confident, interesting women he dated. He was monogamous in his dating, but the longest any lady had lasted with him was a year; usually he went through them at a rate of two or three per year. The group remained as close as ever. They hung out and cooked out together on holidays, and non-holidays. They watched each other's houses when they went out of town. They frequently vacationed together in various combinations. They all, except Phil, had kids, and their kids had all grown up best friends as well. : : : : : Saturday morning. Brian and Blair woke up, the house quiet in a way that only a home no longer inhabited by kids can be. They silently agreed that warm, gentle touching said more than any words could. Brian's 50th birthday was only a few weeks away, Blair's was in a couple of months. After half an hour, Brian broke the comfortable silence. "You know what I was just thinking?" Blair suspected she had been remembering the same thing. She quoted from their distant past, "What I'm worried about is, ten, twenty, even thirty years from now. We'll be sitting there, about to turn fifty, and will you be going, damn, what if I had ended up with one of the others?" He grinned. "Exactly. And now, here we are, about to turn fifty." "So, do you ever wish you'd ended up with one of the others?" "Not even once. How about you? Do you ever wish we hadn't done what we did?" Blair considered her answer carefully. "Looking back on it, I wish I hadn't been so insecure, then maybe I wouldn't have felt so guilty. But, what we came up with was very effective in exorcising the guilt I felt. With your concern and foresight in arranging things so they wouldn't affect the group, everything has turned out wonderfully. We didn't lose any friends, and I learned so much about us, how well we complement each other; and about you, how solid your life values are, how your mind works. I wouldn't change a moment of it." Brian recognized this as her moment, and waited for her to continue. "I learned a lot about how being impulsive can be dangerous, and how it's better just to relax and trust in the moment. It can take time for good things to develop, and it's usually best to resist the urge to take control and force things to happen. There really aren't any shortcuts in life, even when you have special abilities -- really good things can feel empty when you haven't earned them." He nodded in agreement. They cuddled awhile longer, got out of bed, and padded to the kitchen, where they put together some breakfast. They sat at the counter, eating. She said, "There's a lot I like about being empty-nest." He raised his eyebrows. "Such as?" Blair paraphrased from their first night together, modifying the quote to fit the present, "The pool is nice in the morning light." Brian slipped into the moment, and +brained her nightie off as he felt his pajama bottoms sliding down. The elastic hung up briefly on his growing erection before they slid to the floor. He opened the French doors onto the pool deck, quoting back, "I didn't bring a suit." "I was counting on that." : : : : :