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Web of Sensation Ch. 01

By: R_D_Eddy



Chapter 01: Initiating Laura

Laura Dalton was thirty-one years old, unmarried, uninspired by her own life. She was five feet six inches tall, with sandy blonde hair cut to a sensible shoulder length to frame a sensible oval face with blue eyes, a pert little nose and a rather wide (call it generous) mouth. Thirty-four, twenty-eight, thirty-seven were her sensible measurements. Size seven shoe. 

In short, Laura Dalton was normal, average, and not one to be noticed in a crowd. Of course, she never tried to be noticed, not in her sensible clothing and wearing a sensible amount of make-up. So any notice she received was scattershot—pure luck of the draw. And the notice was always temporary.

So Laura survived thirty-one years on Earth by being smart and sensible and fitting into the crowd. She even bored herself. But, when she looked into her mirror, she still saw the young girl who planned to have more. When she pleasured herself at night, she could almost believe she might get it.

#

Laura Dalton was dreaming.

She had struggled into sleep, her mind filled with the day's events and missed opportunities, at last giving way to fitful slumber after nearly an hour of staring at the ceiling and trying to force her mind to slow down. Too many bills—too little money. Too much work—not enough life. Too many new ways to be dissatisfied with her body. Too little sex.

It was too much to think about, really.

Of course, she did sleep, and she wasn't any more aware of her transition from wakefulness to sleep than she was aware of the beginning of her dream. She just slipped into it, and there it was.

There were lips and hands—strong, masculine hands and lips slightly toughened by exposure to the elements. A working man, but tender, thoughtful. And he was caressing her, massaging, prompting her arousal. He was a tender lover, and she longed to see his face in the mist of her dream, but it was as though his presence was the physical manifestation of desire rather than a living person at all. At first, in the strange logic of a dream, she struggled to see the man rather than fully experiencing what he was doing so artfully to her body. But, only at first…

His hands pressed her breasts together, lips and tongue seduced her nipples, wetting them one after the other to firm in his mouth before kissing down over her stomach as those capable hands parted her labia to open her to the ministrations of his tongue.

It no longer mattered who he was or where she was. All that mattered was the careful stroke of his tongue up the entire length of her wet pussy. His lips on her lips. His tongue finding her clitoris, firm in anticipation of pleasure to come. 

And the pleasure came in a rush. Once he allowed his tongue to slide over her clit, circling with the tip, her orgasm exploded with no warning. A great shivering burst of pleasure was transmitted throughout her body from that one small point of contact. 

She awoke then, writhing beneath her sheets, confused by her surroundings and the continuing feeling of manly contact between her thighs. Laura threw the sheets off and turned, staring at the bed table and the glow of her alarm clock. Two A.M. She thought briefly about the lateness of the hour and work tomorrow, but she couldn't concentrate on that just now. No, what occupied her mind was the fact that the dream was continuing even through she was fully awake.

She rolled to her back again, looking down at her legs lit dimly by moonlight. Her knees were up, legs parted, and she couldn't lower or close them. She felt a physical presence between her legs and under her knees. She could feel a man's shoulders beneath her shins and pushing up against the bottom of her thighs, his hair tickling her inner thighs just as his tongue tickled at her clit. 

And then, another orgasm.

Laura's hands shot out to the sides, clutching at the sheets as a startled gasp burst from her lips. Oh, Christ, what an orgasm!

Suddenly, her knees rose toward her face, back rolling to bring her hips up as her nightgown slipped down over her stomach to expose her pussy. The fingers of her right hand curled involuntarily, and she could feel—actually feel—a man's cock grasped within them. She could feel herself pumping the engorged penis, and rubbing it against herself. Yes, she could feel the head sliding up over her clit now, teasing her hard nub and slipping down over her wet pussy. 

This was absurd. She was wide awake. 

But she closed her eyes and there he was, dark haired with a stubble of beard, his eyes sparkling in reflected candlelight. And then he was inside her, thrusting hard and fast as though he couldn't have enough of her. Slamming into her. A third orgasm, and she felt faint when it subsided, but the man kept pumping between her thighs, pushing her knees up toward her face.

"God, you're sweet," he said. Laura definitely heard him.

"Shut up and fuck me," she heard a woman say. 

Laura hadn't spoken, and it wasn't her own voice she heard, but she had definitely heard it. Why would she imagine another woman's voice in her fantasy? Did it matter?

She decided it didn't matter at all as a fourth orgasm overcame her, and this time she did black out at its peak. 

She slept peacefully through the rest of the night.

#

Laura awoke feeling strangely refreshed. It wasn't normal for her to bound out of bed as though eager to greet the day. No, she wasn't what she would describe as a morning person, but today was entirely different. In fact, she felt downright good.

That was a first.

It wasn't until she was in the shower that she remembered the dream, and, unlike most of her dreams, it came back to her in full detail. She didn't usually remember very much about dreams, and this memory wasn't like that of a dream. The memory felt like the recollection of honest-to-God, four orgasm sex. 

Four orgasms. If she could find such a thing in real life, she wouldn't need to be dreaming. Even when she had a man on hand, nobody had ever given her four orgasms. Just thinking of that magnificent dream made her pussy tingle. 

She washed herself carefully, wishing she had more time in the warm comfort of the rushing water, but it was a working day. She didn't have time for pleasure, only its lingering memory, and she washed her shoulder length blonde hair quickly as though hoping to scrub he distraction from her mind.

It was only Thursday. Another day till the weekend.

#

There was certainly no pleasure at work. She sat in a cubicle at Greater America Insurance taking claims and complaints over the phone and keying in data. As jobs went, it wasn't horrible. And, as she told herself, she didn't live to work but worked to live. (But what life was she working for?) Today was typical, with a steady stream of calls, but she couldn't help feeling that she should be somewhere else. 

It was ironic that the only extraneous email to get through the company's spam filters in a year was a missive about job openings in the area. There were some pretty good openings listed. She almost deleted the email, but forwarded it to herself instead, thinking it wouldn't hurt to read it. It was somewhat less than ironic that it was the high point of her morning.

It was hard to concentrate that day. Any time her mind wandered a bit, she found herself envisioning a paneled office with a high level view. When she brought her attention back to her work, she wondered where that office was and why she was thinking of it. 

A name came into her mind, too. Kaitlyn. 

Who was Kaitlyn?

No matter. Day dreaming.

It was nearly time for lunch when her daydreaming took a more serious turn. 

It began with warmth between her legs followed by a sensation of movement. It felt like, no, it couldn't. It felt like she was masturbating. She could feel the heel of a hand on her lower abdomen and two long fingers moving in a circular motion over her labia. They moved down into her wet pussy and brought the lubrication back up to continue the wonderful motion. The fingers of her right hand felt wet, and she had to actually look at them to be certain they were, indeed, still dry. 

But even as she regarded her own fingers, she could feel them moving over the delicate folds that concealed her nubbin. Not even the evidence of her own eyes could stop the illusion of wet fingers moving on that most pleasant part of her anatomy. And the feeling between her legs continued, too. Both her fingers and pussy agreed in their feelings even though her eyes did not certify the sensations. 

Laura felt herself flushing. She couldn't stop the heat flowing through her body or the flexing of her stomach muscles as they strained to rock her against the imagined hand. 

She moaned. Had she moaned out loud, or just imagined it? She couldn't be sure. Looking around her quickly, it didn't appear that anyone had heard her. She wanted to moan, that was certain. Her pussy felt too good to keep quiet just now.

She couldn't stay at her desk. Not now. But her legs felt weak, trembling. Would they support her?

She switched her phone to busy and hurried away, taking her purse with her to the safety of the ladies room where she could lock herself away in a stall until this strange fit passed. She rushed blindly between the cubes, turning down the short hall and into the bathroom panting, hoping nobody noticed her haste. 

She locked herself in a stall and sat on the toilet, holding her purse firmly on her lap with both hands. Both hands on the purse. Not her pussy. Not exciting her hard clit. But, still, that was what she was feeling.

Fingers in deeper now, straining to reach the sensitive spot in the top of her pussy and then out to her clit again. Wet fingers slipping over the light stubble on the mound above her pussy. A shaved pudendum. Laura's pussy wasn't shaved—more confusion. Why?

This time, the orgasm rumbled up from the circling fingers like an earthquake until her entire body was trembling and she couldn't stop a moan from pouring from her lips. Her purse toppled to the floor as she clutched at her breasts through her white blouse. She threw her head back in ecstasy, a series of short gasping moans burst from her lips. 

And then it was over, leaving her flushed and sweating in a ladies room stall on the third floor of the Greater America Insurance building. It took a minute to sit up and take a deep breath, and another moment before she could retrieve her purse from the floor. Thank God it was zipped shut, she thought wryly. She knew they washed the floors, but still…

"You okay honey?" 

The woman's voice startled her, and for a moment she thought she'd imagined it. But, no, it was Sue Davis calling from outside the stall.

"Laura?"

"I'm, oh, just fine." Laura stood and flushed the toilet hoping for some sign of normalcy. Why did it have to be Sue who caught her? A very forward lesbian, Sue had never been shy in expressing her interest in Laura. And, if she thought she'd caught Laura masturbating in the ladies room she might become bolder still. 

"Well, yeah, you did sound kinda fine," Sue said, laughing. "Real fine, in fact."

On second thought, it might have been best that Sue caught her. Sue seemed to be eternally horny. Maybe it would appear normal to her. 

Laura emerged from the stall trying to look composed but feeling anything but. 

The brown haired woman was regarding her from beneath a raised eyebrow with a knowing smile on her lips. Laura had often wondered how a woman who looked so young and innocent could be so seriously hot to trot all the time. Her rather round face with its pert nose and Betty Boop lips was the type that would attract anyone. Even Laura had to admit that if she were a lesbian she wouldn't mind waking to see that face every morning. 

"You looked ill, so I came to see if I could help," Sue said. She patted Laura's shoulder as she walked over to the sink. "Then I heard you and sure wished I could help."

"Now, Sue, I wasn't…"

"The hell you weren't." Sue stood slightly behind her, moving her face over Laura's shoulder to look into the mirror with her. "Girl you were getting nasty." She licked her lips and sniffed. "You smell nice. Like pussy."

"Sue!" Laura blushed suddenly. 

"Don't worry, girl, I don't let my tongue go where it's not wanted," Sue said, stepping away. "But you are going to have every man in the place hanging around your desk with their dicks sticking out in no time. The way you smell, I wouldn't be surprised if they came from the office next door."

Laura did notice a sexual scent then. It was the smell of arousal rather then the aftermath of sex. She had to admit that it was rather enticing. But why had she been aroused? The rush of sensations left her confused and somewhat dizzy.

"You should go home," Sue said. "You look kind of pale, anyway. Get out of here."

"Well, I haven't used any sick time in…" It always seemed like a god idea to leave work early, but she'd never had an excuse. This was as good as any.

"In ever," Sue laughed. "Get out of here. I'm sure anybody who saw you rushing in here thought you were going to throw up, anyway. I did. Go home. Have fun."

"I'm not going to…"

"Yeah, right," Sue laughed. "Go home, you horny wench."

Laura splashed water up on her face and stared into the mirror. For a second, she saw a dark haired woman's reflection looking back at her. Just a second, and then the image disappeared, but that was enough to convince her to go home. If she was going to have a break down she'd rather do it in private.

#

Laura got into her car in the insurance company lot and started the engine. The interior was insufferably hot, and she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse as she slipped the car into gear and backed out of her spot. Sweat had begun to trickle down past her temple before the air conditioning even started to feel cool. The A/C was one of the things on her to-do list—one of her many frustrations. All she could do now was pat at her face with a tissue taken from her purse and drive home.

Home, for a blissful bath and a glass of wine. Yes, that's what she needed.

But when she left the parking lot, Laura turned into the city instead of toward her suburban apartment. Even as she made the turn and wondered why she'd made that mistake, she felt herself answer her own question with the thought that a drive might be nice. After all, she had the rest of the day to do nothing at all.

She rolled down the window to get some air moving. The pane shivered down with the grinding sound of worn gears. Another thing on the to-do list. 

The drive proved to be pleasant, and she drove with little sense of destination. She simply turned at any intersection suited her fancy and watched the buildings pass with little thought as to where she was. Half an hour later she found herself passing through an older business neighborhood, not at all like the suburban strip malls and big box stores she normally frequented. The buildings were all clean and bright and the streets were busy with shoppers, so she didn't feel at all odd when she parked at the curb and put a quarter in the meter.

She walked along the street simply because it felt like the right direction to go, and opened the door of a narrow shop without looking at the business name on the tinted front window. This was where she was supposed to go. Her body had known all along even if her mind wasn't aware of it. 

Once inside the shop, however, she felt as though she'd made a dreadful mistake.

The first thing she saw was a clothing rack of skimpy, garishly colored items labeled, "Naughties." Beyond that, the walls held shelves of boxed items. Though she couldn't really see what was in the boxes, the signs over the various sections told all.

To her right was a large section titled, FOR HER PLEASURE. On her left, half the wall was labeled, FOR HIS PLEASURE, and the second half called, CUMMING TOGETHER. The center of the store was crammed with clothing racks that all seemed to be either leather or silk. The sign on a shelf by the counter said, YOU WON'T BE BORED WITH THESE BOARD GAMES.

Laura felt herself blushing as she surveyed rack after rack of items designed to expose more than conceal, and wondered why on Earth she had come here. She'd been willing to tell herself she'd gone for a drive out of a need for fresh air, but she surely hadn't told herself to drive to an adult store she didn't know existed until now. 

And yet she'd parked and walked in as though it was her intended destination all along. Strange.

A clerk approached her. She was wearing leather slacks and a low cut black leather basque that pressed her small breasts up into prominent curves and threatened to force her nipples free at any moment. 

"Can I help you?" the clerk asked, pushing her dark curls back with a friendly smile. Her nametag said "Betty," a name that seemed all too quaint for her attire.

"Yes, you can." A woman's voice spoke in Laura's head and she repeated the words without thought.

"Yes," Laura said. "You can." And then she wondered who had spoken. Even if she were in the habit of forming complete sentences in her head before answering simple questions, the voice she'd heard wasn't hers.

"What would you like?" Betty asked.

"Well, I…" There was no prompting what to say, and Laura wondered if she really did want anything or not. "I don't know."

"It depends on what you're into, I guess."

"Into? Oh, yes, what I'm…" Laura looked around the narrow store frantically searching for anything that might be at all close to what she was into. Everything was so strange—either leather or so flimsy that she wouldn't dare wear it. And the toys on the wall were well beyond the realm of her sensible experience. She didn't see anything she might be into off hand.

"Something soft. Glamorous."

Laura was more than happy to accept the direction of the voice in her head, and she repeated the words to the clerk, who smiled.

"Sure, I should have known just looking at you," she said. "Back here."

Laura followed the small woman's swaying hips into a second room beyond the check out. The room was filled with flowing gowns for various occasions and in a vast range of styles. Much of the clothing seemed to be right out of a gothic novel, some from a science fiction movie. 

"Night wear, I bet," the clerk said. "Something that feels good sliding over your body."

"Oh, yes," Laura agreed. That sounded like what she was "into."

Half an hour with the young clerk's help proved that Laura was "into" several things. In addition to a silk peignoir set, she found herself drawn to what was described as a "wench's dress" and a gothic evening gown. She couldn't be talked into a lace bustier, but she did pick up several thongs and sheer bras in pure impulse. 

It was at this point that the strange voice in her head said, "You'll need a rabbit."

"A rabbit?" she said aloud.

"Of, sure," Betty answered. "We've got a large selection of rabbits." And she lead Laura back to the section titled "For Her Pleasure" and brought her face to face with a vast array of pleasuring tools.

"Oh, no, I don't need that," Laura began. But then she thought about it. She'd just selected an evening gown though she had no place to wear it simply on impulse. At least she had a use for one of these items. "Well," she said. "Maybe one."

Eventually, she selected three. She got a rabbit because—well, duh—a latex vibrator, and a twelve-inch double ended dildo. The last was a truly impulse purchase. Once she'd seen the realistically molded mutant purple penis she'd been intrigued. She figured, what the hell.


Web of Sensation Ch. 01



And the whole shopping experience seemed natural once she gave into it despite the feeling she'd had when she began. Selecting a lovely nightgown had allowed the choice of the evening dress and then the risqué wench outfit and underwear. After that, well, why not go all the way? And, all in all, she had gotten exactly what "she was into."

But she wasn't into the price tag when she got to the register.

"Eight hundred twenty eight dollars?" she said, in awe. "I hadn't realized it was adding up so fast."

"Yeah, I know," Betty said, nodding knowingly. "And that's with your member discount."

"Member? I'm not…"

"You don't have to join," Betty said. "But you're saving three hundred dollars just today if you do."

"Gee, then I guess I'm a member," Laura said. She almost told the girl to forget the whole upon hearing the cost. Her credit card surely couldn't stand the strain. But she didn't want to put the garments back and didn't want to miss trying out her new toys. She suffered only a moment of indecision before handing over her card.

Betty took the card, but before running it through the reader, she stopped and smiled. "Laura Dalton? Why, you're already a member."

"I'm what?"

"You're a member. Since this morning." She hit a few keys on her keyboard. "Yup, this morning,"

"But I've never been here before. How could that happen."

"You're on Kaitlyn Ash's account," Betty said. "I guess she forgot to tell you."

"Kaitlyn? I, well, okay." Laura wanted to ask who Kaitlyn Ash was but she didn't want to look like a total fool. If she was on Ms. Ash's account they must be friends. Right? So, rather than look like an idiot, Laura took her card back and let the young woman run her purchases up on another woman's account.

Laura left the little shop in a state of total confusion.

Who was Kaitlyn Ash? Why had she thought of her name earlier in the day? There was no answer forthcoming.

#

Laura carried her purchases into her modest apartment twenty minutes later and hung them in her bedroom closet. She laid the undergarments on her dresser and began unbuttoning her blouse on her way to the bedroom. She had decided to stop trying to figure things out. What she needed now was a nice soak in a hot tub. 

She threw her pantyhose and underwear into the hamper and ran the water into the tub until the temperature suited her. She let it fill while she removed her blouse and bra, and decided that she should have a glass of wine while she was at it. If you're going to skip work and let strange women buy you underwear, you might as well go all the way. For the sake of stability, she poured her wine into a water tumbler and took it with her to her wet sanctuary. 

Ah, yes, that was better. The warm water felt like a foretaste of heaven as she lowered her body into the tub. She settled back against a folded towel at the end of the tub and sighed with pleasure as the warm bath saturated her body and eased her tired muscles. She took a sip of wine and let her eyes wander down to look over her body distorted by ripples on the surface of the bath. She didn't have any bubble bath, so she wasn't able to turn her afternoon into a TV commercial moment, but the water itself was enough. 

She didn't mind the sight of her body, though she could find room for improvement. She didn't mind her breasts at all—a double handful, each, she'd been told. It was her hips she'd like to do something with. Just an inch off, she thought. A little less ass. Okay, a lot less ass. God, how she longed to have someone to grab hold of her ass right now. Someone to pull her onto his hard cock, to impale her with urgent thrusts. Someone who needed her. Wanted her. Someone who wouldn't take no for an answer. Someone to whom she would never want to say no. Wonderful. 

But all she had was a glass of wine and her own hand sneaking down to massage her lonely pussy. Maybe her hips weren't too big. Maybe she'd make it a little longer with her figure more or less intact. Her pussy was still in fine condition. Her fingers were telling her that much right now. Of course, at the rate she was going her pussy would make it into her eighties in good condition. She sure wasn't going to wear it out any time soon.

Laura closed her eyes and laid her head back with a smile.

And she was looking down over her body in her mind. No, it wasn't her body. Not at all. She could see a man's body below her as though she were looking through his eyes. A broad, muscular chest and a well-defined six-pack lay before her. And below the taut stomach she saw a flaccid circumcised penis lying in dark pubic hair. The image made her tingle inside. 

As she gave into her little fantasy, it occurred to her that her imagination must be getting better. She'd never seen a cock in that condition before. Any cock she'd seen had been erect and ready for business or swollen and half hard after business was done. The last one had been, what, six months ago? Eight?

Shit. Maybe it was time to head down to a bar and pick up somebody.

She found her glass without opening her eyes and took a large swallow before placing it carefully on the edge of the tub. She didn't want to open her eyes and lose track of this little fantasy before she saw what happened next.

A hand moved down toward the penis. It was a muscular hand, with long fingers that she could imagine slipping into her pussy. The nails were close-cropped and clean. The hand slipped two fingers over the shaft of the recumbent cock, and Laura felt a tickling twinge rising up an anatomical feature that she didn't possess. 

That wasn't possible. She didn't have a cock, so how could she be feeling this sensation? She almost opened her eyes but kept them shut. After her dream last night and the orgasmic assault today, she wasn't about to disbelieve now. What she wanted to do was to find out what was happening, and she wasn't going to do that by backing away. Besides, she wanted to experience what she thought was going to happen next.

The fingers moved up and down over the now twitching cock. She could feel the silken skin on her own fingertips, and she could feel the movement of blood as the cock began to rise up from the man's belly. She felt it pulsing. It was fully erect in seconds, and she felt the man's hand grasp it gently. A hot, hard rod of flesh curled within her fingers. That was a feeling she could remember, but she'd never known the feeling of fingers on the cock itself. She'd never felt the small sensations of the hand stroking the skin up over firm flesh beneath it. She'd never known what it felt like when a thumb stroked lightly over the head of a cock before the hand moved down again. Her pussy grew wet in response to this new sensation, and she moved her left hand down to rub it. She left her right hand free to enjoy the feeling of pumping this hard dream cock.

The head of the cock was beautiful—swollen and purple in response to the slow motion of the hand on the shaft. The hand rose up to cover it and down again, balls swaying against the bed with the movement. Pubic hair tickling against a man's thighs. Stroking, gripping harder, faster, breathing with shallow panting. 

Is that really what it feels like? When a man does it? The cock felt strong, like steel. The need for release was overwhelming. 

"Let me see you." A voice? A thought? Stop thinking and go with it.

She opened her eyes and looked down at her body and watched her hand moving between her legs. 

"Oh, yes." It was a melodic voice, masculine, but soft with desire.

"Oh, yes," she echoed.

She could still see the firm cock superimposed over her own body and feel the increasing tempo of the hand grasping it. She could feel a rushing, heart pounding sensation begin to build even as she felt her own orgasm growing. Two orgasms, male and female, both of them rushing upon her like freight trains approaching a crossing. 

His stroking quickened—her stroking quickened—and they matched each other on pace to the desired release. Her own orgasm arrived first, but only by a second, and it was increased by the marvelously explosive feeling of his release and sight of the white spurt that erupted from the end of the cock in her mind. First, a small shot that ran down over the knuckle of the man's thumb. Next a hard shot that landed in a line up the belly and chest and another to join it. He slowed his motion then, milking three more dribbles that ran down to mat his pubic hair.

The hand moved away but the chest was heaving from exertion and emotion. She felt the stomach flexing in preparation to sitting up.

"Don't get up," she murmured.

"Okay, I won't." He relaxed, lying still and watching the cock shrink down within the come glazed forest of pubic hair. 

"Now I know I'm insane," Laura said. "I'm telling a fantasy what to do and he's answering me. And, I'm talking to myself, too."

"No, you told me what to do," the man answered. 

"What?"

"You told me to stay put, and I'm glad to oblige, but my view is still obstructed by water. I really like you to stand up so I can see you better."

"You want…you…who are you? What are, no I'm daydreaming. Fantasizing."

"You were watching me jerk off a moment ago," he said.

"But I thought I was imagining that."

"You weren't."

"Fine. I wasn't," she agreed. "Who are you?"

"James Falconer."

"Laura Dalton."

"Pleased to get to know you, Laura."

"Yes, I guess you did at that."

"So stand up and let me see you. We'll probably lose contact if I move."

Contact? Laura stood up feeling self-conscious in her own bathroom. She carried her wine glass to the vanity and looked into the vanity mirror. "You're beautiful," she heard him say.

"No, you're being kind," she said.

"Does it feel like I'm being kind? Can you feel this?"

She felt the man's cock stiffening, and she smiled. "Okay, I feel that."

"I thought you would. See, you're beautiful."

She could see him moving now, sitting up and reaching for a towel to blot the come from his chest. And then he was gone.

Laura stood looking into the mirror seeing only herself without the superimposed image of James Falconer's cock. Whatever contact there had been was broken.

#

James Falconer. Kaitlyn Ash.

Two names. Two people she didn't know. People she would never meet probably—especially if this were all a delusion. And, if it weren't?

Laura left the bathroom naked and walked to the kitchen to refill her glass. She wasn't aware she was nude until she'd taken her second sip of wine, and then her only thought was that she felt appropriately clothed for the situation. She finished the glass and emptied the bottle into it.

It was totally out of character for her to be drinking on a Thursday night—especially drinking alone—but she'd had nearly half a bottle of wine. Not a normal Thursday night. And to celebrate the difference in her entire day, Laura dug out the bottle of champagne left over from the New Year. She'd spent New Year's Eve with her parents, so the bottle had gone unused. Maybe tonight was another kind of New Year.

James Falconer. Nice cock. Eight inches? She couldn't be sure.

Kaitlyn Ash. At least Laura knew that she was a real person. Kaitlyn had an account at Wild Style downtown, and she assumed she had a shaved pussy. Was that her pussy? The sexy new outfits in her closet confirmed her trip to the shop and so to the existence of the woman.

Outfits.

Laura took her wine to the bedroom and selected a lime green thong from her new undergarments. It was quite a departure from her normal underwear. Not sensible at all. She put it on.

The thong felt strange between the cheeks of her butt. Every movement as she made reminded her of its presence. The triangle of fabric that held her pussy created a constant sensation, too, but not so unpleasant. The cup of fabric pressed her pussy lips together and in on her clit, making a walk across the room much more interesting than before. 

That was enough clothing for one day, and it wasn't sensible at all.

As she regarded herself in the mirror over her dresser Laura felt movement against her back. Faint at first, it felt like someone gently sliding a hand up from her hip to her shoulder. And then two hands were rubbing her shoulders.

Hands were sliding over her thighs to accompany those on her shoulders. A kiss on the small of her back and tongue licking up her spine followed by a shiver inducing kiss on the back of her neck. The feelings grew more substantial now, fingers manipulating and caressing her. Lips on her cheeks, her nipples and back. A multitude of hands moving down to her groin, seeming to melt into one hand and then separate into many again until it felt as though every inch of her body was being massaged and caressed.

Laura was dimly conscious of collapsing to her knees on the floor as moisture spread against her new thong. Her breasts were pressed together, lips suckling at her nipples as she curled down against her knees, head on the floor and felt her legs spreading and fingers probing gently within her labia. Rolling to her back, stretching her legs in response to the feelings of pressures unseen, she let the sensations roll over her. 

She reveled in the feelings of a cock sliding into her pussy, another entering her from behind and yet another rubbing her cheek and teasing at her lips. She gave in to the orgasms that rushed through her body too fast to count. She just let the feelings roll over her until it was a blur, a seamless experience without beginning or end. 

#

Sometime later, she awoke on her bed, the thong around one ankle and the sheets in a ball against her stomach. She awoke tingling, her body sighing from the memory of so much sensation. 

It was shortly after nine o'clock. Her wine stood warm on the top of her dresser but Laura drank it quickly, greedy with thirst. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. 

Her hair was tangled, face and body reddened by movement against her sheets, and her pubic hair was matted with her own juices. She looked thoroughly fucked, and she felt wonderful.

Suddenly, she felt the pressure of a hand on her back between her shoulder blades. It pushed, and she bent forward, catching herself with her hands on the edge of the dresser. Her legs were pushed apart, and she felt a hand slip down over her stomach to her pussy. Two fingers slipped into her and spread her labia in preparation for entry. The cock felt huge when it slammed into her, pushing her forward against the dresser with one eager thrust.

Laura stared into the mirror, watching the empty room behind her while feeling her buttocks flattening against a man's stomach, feeling his cock moving within her. Her head jerked up as she felt her hair pulled, bending her back against the man. She saw her body react, saw the flushed look of sexual bliss growing on her own face and watched her breasts bounce from the ramming motion of a cock within her pussy. She felt all the sensations of sex with no physical being to explain them.

She contracted against the phantom cock as her orgasm hit her, and moments later she felt her invisible lover come inside her. His release was a hot blast within her body, warm and urgent, seeming to fill her. She felt his come lubricate his movements further, giving his cock a glassy feeling inside her. And then he pulled out, and she felt a man's body lying against her back, his cock wet between them as it released one last trickle of cum between their bodies.

Laura had never had unprotected sex before. She'd never felt that hot spurt inside deep inside of her. And she'd never had the sensation of come trickling down her thigh that she felt now leaning against her dresser with her legs spread and eyes wild with sex.

Laura stumbled out of her bedroom and down the short hall to her living room on her way to the kitchen for a drink of water. She just made it to the living room before she felt lips on her cheeks and smelled the perfume of a woman kissing her, fondling her breast with one hand while the other slipped down to grasp her buttock and pull her around in an embrace.

She gave into the pressure of invisible hands and the woman's lips upon hers as she allowed herself to be folded into feminine arms. Both hands on her butt now, spreading her as one delicate finger slipped down between her buttocks and tickled her anus. Laura gave into it all, moving her lips in response to kisses and feeling her breasts pressing flat just above another, smaller woman's breasts. 

Oh, yes, and she laid down in the hall and opened her legs to the ministrations of a phantom woman who knew exactly what to do to please her. Oh, yes.

#

It was one in the morning when she became aware of herself lying on the living room floor with her back and knees rug-burned, her pussy swollen, and the scent of a woman's perfume drifting through her mind. 

She made it to the kitchen and drank a glass of water and was halfway back to the bedroom before the sensations returned. It was a man and a woman this time. Sharing her. Pleasuring her. And then a second man as more and more new sensations flooded into her mind. 

Unlike the first time, she was able to differentiate them now. She could feel the man inside her pussy, the other gently probing her butt, and she was aware of the soft pressure of flesh against her lips and a new taste as she felt her tongue exploring between a woman's labia and up over her clit. She smelled the woman now, a heady scent flooding her nostrils. 

She gave into it. She extended her tongue to lap at the invisible sex as her arms moved around to grasp phantom buttocks and hold her partner in place even as two men continued moving inside her. She felt the carpet abrading her breasts and stomach as their thrusting pushed her forward and she pulled herself tight between thighs that she could clearly feel hot against her ears.

There was a hot release of come in her anus, and then the pressure inside was gone and she felt a spurt on the small of her back as her partner finished ejaculating on her body. A new burst inside her pussy, and she felt herself filling with hot come once more.

Laura rolled to her back, feeling a woman lowering herself onto Laura's lips and then lying to lap at Laura's pussy. The woman's breasts were hot against Laura's stomach, her tongue sending tingling waves of pleasure through her.

She was dimly aware of a cock entering the phantom pussy above her, the man's scrotum sliding over her forehead, and then she blacked out.

#

She must have unwrapped her new, double-ended dildo because she was thrusting it into herself the next time she was aware of her surroundings. Sunlight flooded through her bedroom window, but it couldn't illuminate the man who pressed his penis against her lips begging for entry. She opened her mouth to suck at the bulbous head and gave into the sensations again.

#

The sun was in a different position when she woke again. Shadows lay across her body spread-eagled on the bed. She didn't know what time it was. She didn't care. It felt as though a dozen people were massaging her body. She could even smell the oil.

Somewhere in the distance she heard a knock on her door, and the massaging hands faded one by one. 

Knocking again. 

Laura got off of the bed and walked through to the living room totally oblivious to her state of undress. She wasn't aware that she was carrying the dildo until she was at the door. 

"Laura, I…" Sue Davis stood shocked into silence as she looked at her friend. After a moment staring at the naked and disheveled woman before her, she said, "We were worried. What are you…?"




Web of Sensation Ch. 01



Laura smiled and grabbed Sue by her blouse, pulling her into the apartment. "Boy, am I glad you're here," she said.

Laura kissed Sue, pushing her back against the door and reaching down to grasp the woman's butt and pull her tightly to her. "Fuck me," she whispered in Sue's ear. "I want to fuck you."

"Laura?"

"Shut up and fuck me!" Laura insisted, laughing as she pulled Sue into the room and began tearing at her clothing. 

A look between desire and fear flooded Sue's face as she tried to keep Laura from tearing her blouse. She didn't seem to know what to do at first, but desire won out, and she pulled her own blouse open. Buttons flew everywhere.

Laura pushed her back over the arm of the couch and pulled her skirt down and away. She removed Sue's pantyhose and underwear in one overpowering tug. She pulled Sue's left leg up over her shoulder and dropped her face onto her friend's shaved mound.

She wanted to see what she was tasting, what she was feeling. She wanted to fuck rather than submit to being fucked. She wanted to pleasure this woman as completely as she'd been pleasured all night. And she wanted Sue to pleasure her in return.

Laura wanted everything, and she wanted it right now.

#

"God, I guess I'm your bitch now," Sue said later. "That was great."

"Good." Laura smoothed her hand over Sue's hair as she lay against Laura's breast and idly twined one finger through Laura's pubic hair. 

"Where did you learn that? And why?" Sue asked, though her tone suggested that she didn't really care if an answer was forthcoming.

"Ask no questions because the answers are insane."

"What the fuck happened to you, anyway?" 

"I couldn't begin to say."

"Mr. Kenny asked me to come check on you after work. You wouldn't answer your phone."

"Didn't hear it ringing."

"You didn't call in. That's not like you," Sue said.

"I quit," Laura said, because it suddenly felt like the right thing to do.

"What?" Sue pushed herself up to look into her friend's eyes. "That's stupid."

"Maybe, but I think I can do better. Don't know why," she admitted, "But I do."

"Are you on drugs or something?" Sue asked. She sat up cross-legged on the bed. "You've got to have an income."

"Yeah, I know, but I'll worry about that on Monday." Laura stretched on the bed, feeling absolutely marvelous. "What are you doing this weekend?"

"Well," Sue thought a moment. "Nothing, I guess."

"You could stay over tonight." Laura laughed. "Maybe fool around a bit more."

"Can we have something to eat first?" Sue asked, laughing. 

#

They'd dined on Lean Cuisine dinners and iced tea, sitting naked in Laura's kitchen. Hardly a sensible way to behave. After their meal, they retired to the bedroom with glasses of champagne where Laura tried to explain it all. To her credit, Sue did try to believe her. If it weren't for the clothing and the sales slip on Kaitlyn Ash's account, it would have been totally unbelievable. Even with that proof, the rest was less than credible.

"You've never heard of this Kaitlyn?" Sue asked.

"No, but I thought of her name earlier."

"Back when you were getting off at work."

"Yeah, back then."

"Weird."

With her stomach full, Laura was beginning to wonder why she'd assaulted Sue in her doorway the way she did. There was no one in her head when she did it, nobody telling her what to do, but she'd done it anyway. She was no more a lesbian now than she had been a day earlier. Well, maybe a bit more. She found it odd how love and attraction had come loose from sensation. To give pleasure and feel pleasure, that was the key. She'd wanted to share her pleasure and obtain more in return. It didn't matter that her partner was male or female. All that mattered was that she liked Sue as a friend. That was enough attraction.

She imagined that Sue's feelings were a bit more confused than hers. Sue had already confessed to having feelings for her, after all, and she might see this as a commitment of some kind. Laura suddenly realized that this was probably how some of the men she'd known had felt about her. Wanting the pleasure but not the commitment. Wanting to let her down easy but knowing there was no easy way down.

No easy way but honesty from the start.

"I'm not a lesbian, you know," Laura said carefully. "Even now."

Sue sipped her wine with a wistful expression on her face. "I know," she replied.

"I like you, Sue. You know that. And I really liked making love to you. I want to do it again. But I'm not in love with you."

"I've had a crush on you since we met," Sue said. "You know that."

"I…"

"I'm pretty pragmatic," Sue cut her off. "Knowing you want me in any way at all is pretty nice, you know. I'll take what I can get."

Sue reached out to stroke Laura's cheek, her fingertips trailing across her lips. She leaned forward and kissed Laura, who returned the kiss without reservation. Sue sat back and smiled.

"You didn't hesitate. You just kissed me." Sue spoke longingly. "I'm happy that you aren't having second thoughts. Happy you want me to stay."

"My only second thought was that I might hurt you," Laura said. "I'd hate to do that."

"I know. That's why you're wonderful."

"Thank you," Laura said. There wasn't anything else to say, so she searched the rumpled bed until she found the double dildo. "Let's see how this works," she said. "If you don't mind having a dick in you, that is."

"Oh, I like this kind of dick," Sue said, laughing. "There are worse things than a chick with a dick."

#

He was pounding into her. Fast and hard. He was lifting her from the bed, slamming his cock into her and filling her with his hot come and then pulling out to be replaced by another cock, another series of urgent thrusts and another release as her orgasms came as rapidly as her heartbeat. Another cock, another, and she could feel the come running from her now, soaking the sheets, as man after man filled her. 

"Laura!"

Another man, pounding, pulling her onto him with broad hands grasping her ass.

"Laura!"

Turning her to her knees, thrusting into her pussy, he lubricated himself within her and then moved his cock to her ass, jamming it into her without regard. Pumping. Coming.

"Fuck me!" she cried.

"Laura! Wake up!"

"Come in me! Fuck me now!"

"Laura, Christ, wake up!"

A dark bedroom. Laura woke on her knees, her rear end in the air and her face buried in her pillow with the quivering sensation of her orgasm just fading away. For a moment she could feel a cock in her anus, but that sensation faded as Sue shook her shoulder.

"Laura! Are you all right?" Sue was frantic with worry kneeling on the bed beside her. "You were thrashing all around. I've never seen anything like it."

"I'm fine," Laura said quietly. She gently lowered herself to the bed and lay gathering her breath. "I was, I don't know."

"I thought you were having a seizure."

"I was getting fucked by, hell, I just don't know. Seemed like forty men. One after another."

"Well, you were practically flying off the bed," Sue said. She smoothed Laura's hair back from her face. "You scared the hell out of me."

"They were coming in me. In my pussy and my ass. Over and over." Laura patted the sheet beneath her just to be certain it wasn't soaked with come. "I wanted more. If that happened in real life, I can't imagine I could stand it."

"What, some kind of gangbang?"

"I suppose so. It might have been one or two guys over and over. You know, like a loop of film repeating. Whatever it was, I kept coming and coming."

Laura closed her eyes, tired beyond belief, and she feel asleep as Sue nestled close and held her. She slept the remainder of the night without incident.

#

Laura woke to the aroma of bacon and eggs on Saturday morning, and that wasn't a smell that would allow her to fall back asleep. She slipped into the robe of her new peignoir set and walked out to find Sue taking a pan of blueberry muffins out of the oven.

"Hey, there, sleepyhead," Sue said cheerily. "I had to make a run to the store. You haven't got much of a pantry here."

"Certainly not eggs and bacon," Laura said. "The cholesterol!"

"Won't kill you right away," Sue said. "I had to borrow a blouse. I seem to have ruined mine."

"Well, we're pretty close in size," Laura said, not mentioning that Sue's breasts were larger and strained the fabric.

"Sit. You're just in time."

Laura sat without protest and helped herself to scrambled eggs and bacon. "I didn't figure you to be so domestic," she said, taking a muffin from the bowl Sue brought to the table.

"So we're finding out all sorts of things, aren't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

They enjoyed their meal in silence for several minutes, until Laura felt compelled to ask the question pressing to get out.

"What was I doing last night? You know, before you woke me up."

Sue laughed. "Having a good time, mostly. Kinda like you were doing it every which way and getting off on everything. Flopping all over and screaming, 'Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Laura flushed with embarrassment, but Sue only laughed.

"Don't worry about it," Sue said. "Hell, judging from how much you liked it, I was starting to think I should get me a man and see what the fuss is about."

"You've never been…"

"No. I'm just not attracted to them. But, maybe in the dark," she said with a wink. "Maybe if I didn't have to look at him, it might be fun."

"Just think of him as a warm dildo." And Laura laughed at her own joke. She'd never talked like this before. Yesterday, yes, but today felt different. Today felt like a normal day, and the normal Laura wouldn't have said the word "dildo" in public. But then normal had changed, hadn't it? She just wasn't sure what it had become.

The two women washed the dishes together acting like the friends they were rather than lovers. It seemed odd to Laura that Sue could act so normal under the circumstances, but she supposed she had more practice with conflicted emotions.

Laura's conflict was physical rather than emotional. She couldn't understand how she could feel so completely heterosexual and still feel this sexual need for the woman putting plates into the dishwasher. Laura's blouse was tight across Sue's chest, pressing her breasts into hot, enticing mounds. Her slacks tightened when she bent over the dishwasher, and her butt was accented like an inverted heart. She was beautiful, but Laura wasn't attracted to the beauty. It was her touch she wanted. Her fingers and tongue and her thigh rubbing between Laura's thighs. That's what she wanted. She just couldn't understand how she could feel so differently about what amounted to the same thing. 

"Another insight to the male mind,"

There was that voice in her head. Kaitlyn.

"See how they can want a pussy but not the woman? It's really quite natural."

"No, it's not natural at all!" Another voice, a second woman. "It's perverse."

"Like you've never wanted a quick cock but not keep the man attached to it." The first woman laughed. "Don't be a hypocrite."

It felt as though the second woman left then, but someone else was there, too.

"She has a nice pussy, Laura." This voice was familiar. A man. James Falconer. You should get some while it's handy."

"Is everything about sex?" Laura asked aloud. 

"What?" Sue turned quickly, perplexed. "I thought we were washing dishes."

"Well, in a real sexy way," Laura said quickly, then rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but there's someone. I'm hearing people talking."

"Oh," Sue said, and closed the dishwasher.

"Thinking. We're only thinking." James spoke again. "It's best if you don't talk out loud."

"You'll get used to it. I'm Kaitlyn" the woman said. "You met James already."

"Yes, I did." And Laura managed to think her reply this time. "Who was that other woman?"

"What are they saying?" Sue asked, looking around the room.

"That was Joanie. She's a bit judgmental."

"I just know right from wrong," Joanie cut in. "It's not right to use people."

"And that's the beauty of our thing, isn't? Share and share alike."

"You don't have to participate," Kaitlyn said.

"Well…" Joan cut her thoughts off, and Laura felt a sudden flood of embarrassment from her. No matter what she said, Laura knew then that Joanie had participated as completely as she had. And she'd liked it as much, too.

"Yes, she liked it quite a bit." Kaitlyn said.

"You heard that?" Laura asked.

"No, I didn't," Sue said. "Or was it…"

"Yeah, I was just thinking something."

"Of course we heard it, but we don't have to. It takes practice, but you'll soon be able to tune in and out at will." Kaitlyn spoke like a patient teacher. "Right now it's hard."

"Because I don't know what you're talking about," Laura thought.

"You will. Don't worry about it. But you will have to decide just what kind of connection you want."

"What kind?"

"Do you want so much sex? Any sex? Or, do you just want someone to talk to every now and again?"

"I have a choice?"

"Of course you do. It all starts rather haphazard, but you'll be making your own choices soon. Give it time."

"Meanwhile, you guys should really take a shower." James Falconer spoke up then, a feeling of lust flooding in with his thoughts. "And put in a good word with your friend for me. I mean, if she really wants to try a man for size. She's a cutie."

"But she can't hear you."

The man laughed. "I meant in person. I only live a few blocks from you. Give me a call and we could be there in ten minutes."

"But I don't know your number," Laura said. And then, suddenly, she did.

"I take it you don't mean my number," Sue said.

"No." And the Laura laughed, saying, "Boy, I sure could use a shower. Want to come and scrub my back?" The lingering feeling of James Falconer's lust was all she needed to convince Laura she didn't want to shower alone.

#

"We weren't alone, were we?" Sue was toweling her hair when she asked the question. Standing naked before the vanity mirror, she spoke just as Laura was leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Laura stopped to regard Sue's serious expression. "No, we weren't," she said. "Do you mind?"

"I don't suppose I have a choice," Sue said, and Laura could hear the effort to keep her tone light. "I mean, we probably had a whole cheering section yesterday."

"No, we were alone then," Laura said. 

"Really?" Sue turned toward her, arms at her side and looking defenseless, vulnerable.

"Yes, really." It was an awkward moment, and Laura wanted to kiss her and make it better. It didn't seem like the right move, in some way. "Everything I did yesterday was because I wanted to. It was all just me."

"After they got you worked up," Sue said, frowning.

"I guess so. But I could just as easily have gone out to a bar to find a handy man, you know. I couldn't have played with my fancy new vibrator. I didn't have to invite you in," Laura said quickly.

Sue thought a moment, then smiled wanly. "I suppose not. But still, I don't…don't want to be on display, I guess." She shrugged. "I'm not a porn star."

Laura felt a sudden stab of remorse at that statement. She hadn't even thought about it when James appeared in her mind and asked, "Mind if I join?" It seemed natural in its unnatural way, and it hadn't occurred to her Sue would mind.

"I'm sorry," Laura said softly. "I didn't even think."

"Didn't have a choice, I guess."

"Well, yes I did," she admitted, painfully. "He asked permission."

"He? It was a man?" Sue suddenly lifted her towel and wrapped herself in it. 

"Yes. Sorry."

"I guess it doesn't matter." Sue brushed past her in the doorway and walked to where her clothing was laid out on the bed. "Guys love lezzy sex, don't they? Watch the dykes eat each other out."

"Sue, it wasn't like that." Laura hurried to her side, putting one hand on her shoulder. When the other woman didn't shrug her off, she took that as a good sign. "He thinks you're cute. Said I should put in a good word for him."

"A good word?" Sue laughed then, the absurdity of the situation becoming more apparent. "Your voyeur friend wants me to like him?"

"Well, sure. He wants to, you know…"

"Screw me?" Sue turned toward Laura then, her eyes glistening with tears. "It's too bad I'm not on your frequency, then, isn't it?"

"I'm so sorry." Laura took Sue into her arms and held her close, consoling her with her embrace. "I didn't even think. It's all so new, and I just didn't think about how you'd feel." She kissed her cheek and held her head against her shoulder. "I don't want to hurt you, Sue. It didn't occur to me how something like this might hurt you, too. I didn't think at all."

"I know. I'm sorry for being like that," Sue mumbled against Laura's shoulder. "It's just that I do love you. I understand how you feel. I really do. And I know I'm sharing you. But I didn't think you'd be sharing me."

"Never again," Laura said. "Never. Well, not unless you want to."

"Ask me, huh? Don't sneak your friends in on me."

"I won't, honey. I promise."

And Laura felt herself acting the man's part again, like a character in a domestic drama. As a woman, she should have known the sense of violation Sue would have felt. But, like a man, she hadn't thought of it at all.

"So, is he good looking?" Sue asked as she pushed back and picked up a pair of Laura's white cotton underpants from the bed.

"Who?"

"The man who was doing me with you."

"I don't, well, is body is good looking. Lots of muscles. Pretty big cock."

Sue laughed. "But you've never seen his face."

"He wasn't looking at his own face," Laura admitted. "Actually, he was jerking off when I saw him."

"Oh, so you're a voyeur, too."

"Yeah. It was very instructive."

After Sue had slipped into her slacks and Laura's blouse, she turned toward Laura and said, "And he thinks I'm cute?"

"Yeah. You make him horny."

"Too bad he can't have me, then, isn't it?"

"Well, I do have his phone number."

#

Sue departed shortly after noon, leaving Laura alone with her thoughts. 

How did this happen to her, and why? More important, what did she do now? The concept of ESP and telepathy wasn't exactly hot news anymore, so she knew very little about it. Actually, she most likely knew much more than any "expert" since she could attest to the existence of the phenomenon. Beyond that, she had no idea.

It was at about two o'clock that she began to experience the full impact of her new ability. It began quietly at first, with whispers at the edge of her consciousness. Stray words, feelings, that seemed like her own thoughts at first. After awhile, however, it was clear that her brain was acting like a broken radio receiver picking up whatever stray signal that came along.

"Milk, eggs, garbage bags…he's an idiot if he thinks…where's my blue shirt…hit the damn ball!…treats me like…broken switch…get that car fixed…so tired…got to find a new apartment…bastard…nobody knows…I'm late…screw them…"

Words and phrases, disconnected and in a variety of voices began to flood into her mind, pushing her own thoughts out. And emotions came with the thoughts. Anger, fear, boredom, arousal, all came together to consume her own emotions. She found herself laughing and crying and suddenly wanting to break things without reason. The emotions weren't even connected to the thoughts but existed on their own.

Laura sat on her couch, almost convulsing from the assault of thoughts and emotions. Her head was throbbing, stomach clutched into a knot, and it was getting worse.




Web of Sensation Ch. 01



"He's crazy, eggs, hungry, bastard, turn right at, Hemmingway, oil light.."

None of it made sense. Just words, random words. But the fear that was growing within her seemed to be her own. She was afraid that she would go insane. She was afraid for her own health.

She had to stop it some way. Was there a pill, some kind of medicine that would work? Of course not. 

"Turn on second, heat at 350, kill them, homerun!, got to sleep, work on Saturday, assholes, where's my shoe?"

The thoughts would be funny presented like that, if she could even slow them down. But they wouldn't stop, slow, or fade away. People wouldn't stop thinking just because they were bothering her, would they? No, she had to stop them herself.

Stop them.

How?

Concentrate on something. What? Anything.

She stared at the coffee table before her, focusing on a scrap of notebook paper left from when she'd made a grocery list earlier in the week. She just stared at it, counting the blue lines. Thirteen lines on the half sheet. How many nubs left from where it was torn off the book? She couldn't count them.

"Rain today?, dirty dishes, crotch itches, mosquito repellant, French toast…"

Count them. Twenty-six? No, thirty. And there are eighteen lines. College ruled. 

"I wish I had a new car…good movie…the house needs paint."

The thoughts seemed to be slowing, completing themselves. More important, the emotions had slowed. She must be doing something right.

"I hope she likes this restaurant. We can't afford HD TV."

Two last thoughts and then nothing. The silence in her head was deafening, and she sat for a moment trying to adjust to this new feeling. Lack of feeling. The emotions were gone, too.

It was nearly six o'clock. Four hours had gone by since it began. What had she done to stop it? She had no idea.

"Kaitlyn?" she thought. Maybe she did have some control over it. "Kaitlyn?"

"Yes?"

There she was, and that marked the true beginning of Laura's new life. 

#

Kaitlyn Ash was always able to make people do as she wished. When she was a child, she wasn't aware of that ability. It was just nice that they always came around to her way of thinking. It wasn't until after she passed through puberty that her special gift became more apparent. 

When she started hearing voices, she thought she was going insane. Snatches of thoughts flooded through her mind and then faded, only to return with greater strength. At some point, the determined fourteen year-old simply told herself that she wasn't crazy and she should get a grip. The thoughts went away. End of story.

She was sixteen when a drive with her brother ended in disaster on a rain-slicked road. The accident killed her brother and left Kaitlyn crippled. That was the tipping point.

"I was at home, recovering, and feeling sorry for myself," Kaitlyn told Laura Saturday night. "Mostly I was sad that I'd probably never get laid. Silly, really, but that's what I cared about."

It was while she was in depths of sexual depression that she suddenly found herself in a neighbor's bedroom, in the head of a woman having sex. Suddenly flooded with sensations she'd never enjoyed, she realized that this couldn't be a delusion. It was too realistic to be false. Her orgasm was too grand to be false.

Over time, she and her neighbor came to grips with what had happened. Over time, Kaitlyn found that she could feel the thoughts and emotions of a great many people, and some, like her neighbor, could respond. It took great emotion to break through—orgasm or fear worked well, though orgasm was certainly preferred. As with life, orgasm was only a small part of the connection. But, it was the fun part. 

Everything grew from there. A community grew, and Laura had just moved within its exclusive walls. 

But now what? 

How did her current occupation sit with her new point of view? She didn't like the job, and she'd told Sue she was quitting, so why should she bother going in on Monday? Two week notice? She had more than that in sick days and vacation time. She knew she could do better than a boring, repetitive job lying to people on the telephone. 

That was when she remembered the job notice she'd forwarded home from work, and she turned on her computer. 

#

"This is probably a big waste of time. How many openings did they have anyway?" Sue fidgeted with her resume as she sat by Laura in the office of Catland James Media Services on Monday morning. Both women were dressed in their best job interview clothing and armed with printed resumes padded as well as possible to cover fairly scant job histories. "What do I know about media services?"

"The listing asked for backgrounds in accountancy and human resources," Laura said. "It didn't mention media. You read it."

"I have no background in human resources," Sue pointed out.

"No, you just spend all day fielding calls from customers. Sounds like a type of human resources to me."

"You're really stretching it, aren't you?" Sue laughed.

"What have you got to lose, Sue? Even if we don't get jobs, we'll have the rest of the day free. Relax."

"Ms. Dalton?" The receptionist looked up from her desk holding one hand to the telephone earpiece hidden beneath her auburn tresses. "You may go in now." She indicated a door behind her large desk.

"Okay." Laura stood. 

As she did, the door opened and a tall, broad-shouldered man with chiseled features and curly brown hair stepped out. "Ah, Laura," he said. "Come on in."

Taken aback by his informality, Laura hesitated. There was something about his voice. Pushing that thought to the back of her mind, she hurried to follow as he stepped back through the door.

Beyond the door lay a short hall with a door on either side and one at the far end. The man led her to the end door and opened it with a smile. "Right this way," he said, and stepped aside for Laura to enter.

She stepped into a large corner office with a wide view of the city beyond. It was paneled with a dark, rather lawyerly style, and books lined the shelves. Laura noted that there was also a HDTV and what appeared to be a well-stocked bar. 

The room seemed familiar. Something about the paneling.

And then she saw the woman sitting behind the large desk in the corner of the windowed walls. She saw her face, her smile, and recognized her at once.

"Good morning, Laura," said Kaitlyn Ash, as she glided back from her desk.

"Kaitlyn?" Laura wasn't sure why she was surprised by this turn of events, but she was.

The surprise was compounded when Kaitlyn turned and rounded her desk without rising, revealing the fact that she was seated in an electric wheelchair and steering herself around with a joy stick on one arm. 

Perhaps feeling the shock in Laura's mind, she said, "I told you about my accident."

"Yes, but, well I guess I didn't think about your recovery."

"My recovery was a bit incomplete." Kaitlyn laughed. "Sit down. You've met my husband, James," she said, nodding toward the tall man who'd brought Laura in.

James Falconer extended his hand with a smile. "Pleased to meet you in person," he said. "Glad to see you got the email."

Laura blushed and shook his hand.

"Now I'm completely confused," Laura said as she sat. "Why didn't you just tell me you had an opening? I might not have answered the ad."

"This telepathy business is dicey," Kaitlyn said. "It's not polite to make people do things. Better to extend the opportunity and see what happens."

"Although she did nudge you toward inviting your friend along," James said. 

"It was the least I could do after my horny hubby's little faux pas in the shower the other day," Kaitlyn said, eyes twinkling. 

"What about that gangbang the other night? There must have been twenty men. You didn't ask if I wanted that."

"And the flood of mundane thoughts the next day," Kaitlyn said. "You didn't want that, either. Once your talent had been awakened, you had to have the whole raw experience so your brain could adjust."

"Were those all, you know, friends of yours?"

"No."

"Who were they?"

"Think about a city this size," James said. "How many people do you figure are screwing on a Friday night? You were probably picking up everyone within range."

"Even if they aren't telepathic?"

"It seems that everybody is telepathic when they come," Kaitlyn laughed. "But now you've adjusted, so you'll only hear what you want to hear."

"But I didn't…"

"No, but you don't think about breathing or staying upright when you walk, do you? Your brain can do a lot of things on its own."

"Thank God. It would be a lot of work to keep everyone out," Laura said. "Why me? Do all your contacts work here?"

"No, of course not. But neither your nor your friend like your jobs, did you? We have a couple employees who are less than honest. It seemed a good time to replace them."

"I don't know anything about the job, really. I was just hoping to fake it."

"I've been in your mind, Laura," Kaitlyn said. "I know you'll be perfect."

"I should have known from the name of the company, I guess," Laura said. "And you guys are married? I guess that's a marriage made in Heaven."

"Pretty much," James laughed.

"I have certain needs," Kaitlyn said. "I can't walk but I do have limited feeling in my genitals. I've found that for complete sexual satisfaction, I need someone with a working body as a kind of stand in. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think I do." Laura could imagine the frustration of sex without feeling in your legs. Having to lie like a piece of meat while someone works at pleasuring you would be hard.

"Exactly," Kaitlyn said in her mind. "James and I are perfectly suited. We communicate so completely that we can't be unfaithful to each other without giving it away," she said aloud. "Lust and love are two different things, Laura. He can allow his lust free reign and I can do the same through him."

Laura laughed. "I want a man like that."

"See, I knew you'd be perfect for the job."

"But it is a real job, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes, we do real work," James said. "I started the company before we met. James Media. Once Kaitlyn introduced herself, in a manner of speaking, and we fell in love, we joined forces. It was handy at the start to have a partner who can convince bankers to make loans they might normally shy away from."

"I suppose so. What about Sue?" Laura asked. She wasn't so sure Sue would feel comfortable working for the voyeurs from the shower. "She might feel awkward here."

"We're hoping that quadrupling her salary will help her get over any awkwardness," James said.

"Like a man, he thinks money is enough to overcome a woman's feelings," Kaitlyn said, laughing. "But I think that if James will go away for awhile, the two of us can manage to convince her to give up the fast life of telephone service for her own office."

"Yes, she is a pragmatic girl," Laura said. "I think we can get past first impressions."

That was exactly what they did. And they all worked happily ever after.



Web of Sensation Ch. 02



Chapter 02: The Reading Lesson

Author's Note: This is the second story in a planned series about a telepathic swingers club that meets in their minds as much as in the flesh. Imagine the possibilities of feeling a male and female orgasm in your mind simultaneously . . . 

Evelyn Chambers removed her half glasses and let them drop on their chain against her ample bosom as she rubbed her tired eyes. She'd been at her task of grading senior compositions for over two hours and still had half the stack to go. Why ever did she continue to assign writing to her classes? Most other teachers had given up on it and stuck with assignments that were easy to grade. Of course, as near as she could tell, those teachers either didn't think the kids had the brains to compose original thoughts or they'd just given up on trying. Evelyn wasn't about to give up. Not yet, anyway.

She stood and stretched, working her fingers to get the cramps out as she walked across her small office in the efficient little house she and her husband had bought after the kids moved out on their own. Neither she nor her husband, Dale, were much interested in housework and a split level wasn't worth the bother without the children.

Dale was a professor at Dixon College, a small liberal arts college two blocks away from their cozy little home. Evelyn taught English at the senior high school three blocks the other direction. The proximity to their respective jobs had been the primary reason for their purchase. Ten more years of teaching should be enough. With their pensions and the investment income from their home sale, they should be in good shape to enjoy retirement. Ten more years. Evelyn wondered how she was going to be able to stand it that long.

She left the office and walked across the living room to the short hall and then into the bedroom. Dale was asleep with the bedside lamp on. Naked, and with the covers kicked away to reveal him there. Evelyn smiled as she looked at him. Such a handsome man. His gray hair had receded quite a bit, of course. He was fifty-three, after all, so that was to be expected. His belly wasn't quite so flat as when they'd married, but he'd avoided the weight gain most of her friends' husbands suffered from. 

Dale's cock was semi hard, as usual in his sleep. He wasn't a candidate for Viagra yet, that was certain. He'd been waiting for her tonight, and she'd said she would be right in. Well, she'd wake him in a couple minutes.

Evelyn turned to look at herself in the mirror over the dresser. She could see Dale behind her in the mirror, as she looked at herself and pondered how she'd held up over time.

Her auburn hair was salted with gray now, and cut in a shorter style that she favored in her youth. At fifty-two, she felt good, and thought she looked pretty good, too. Her breasts were large, double D, and her hips had widened substantially. Not much of a belly, though. Not too bad.

Glancing back at Dale, she unbuttoned her blouse. The papers weren't due back until Monday. She didn't have to finish them tonight. 

Evelyn slipped out of her blouse and draped it over the chair. She removed her bra and massaged beneath her breasts where the underwires cut into them. With a sigh, she pushed down her slacks and panties together and kicked them away. She stood looking into the mirror, studying the faint stretch marks on her stomach and reaching down to fluff up the dark pubic hair that had been matted by her underwear. 

Her pussy was dry. Senior papers weren't very arousing. She rubbed two fingers over her pubic mound, massaging lightly as she looked back at her husband's cock. It looked harmless now, but it was seven inches when aroused. She intended to impale her self on all seven inches shortly. But first, she had to work up some lubrication.

"Anybody home?" she thought forcefully. "Are you guys sleeping? I don't believe that for one second. Lend me a hand here, gang." 

She stood examining her face in the mirror, admiring the regal features and the bright blue eyes. Creases around her lips, yes, but not bad. Pretty much wrinkle free. The trouble with self examination was that it wasn't very sexy, and thinking about aging wasn't going to prepare her to wake her husband. She really wanted to get laid.

"Come on, you horny fuckers, give me a hand." 

"Hello, Evelyn," came a voice in her mind. "What's up?"

"Nothing at the moment. I was thinking there might be someone handy to give me a jump start."

The voice that answered her unspoken call wasn't an illusion. It belonged to a woman named Kaitlyn Ash. Evelyn and Kaitlyn were linked to each other and thirty other people in a special way. They were telepathic, able to share thoughts and emotions without words and over miles. Kaitlyn lived downtown, while Evelyn and Dale were in the suburbs. There were five miles between them.

Evelyn had given up trying to figure out how it worked. All she knew was that one night, fifteen years earlier, she'd been making love with Dale when she was suddenly aware of another person's thoughts in her head. Their lovemaking had suddenly gained a voyeur who used Evelyn's own eyes and body to participate. At the height of her orgasm, she'd burst into a whole new world. The voyeur was Kaitlyn Ash, her sixteen year-old neighbor, who'd recently suffered a crippling car accident. 

Over time, they'd figured out how to manage their strange gift. The first thing Evelyn did was to manage the gift to keep the young girl out of her head during lovemaking. She wasn't about to corrupt any minors if she could help it. Before long they found others to join them. Dale, unfortunately, wasn't able to participate fully. At the height of passion, he could feel the others through Evelyn, but not on his own. He was a willing exhibitionist, however. He'd fallen into the role of sexual performer quite easily, and Evelyn found it sparked their sex quite a bit. 

Though the group communicated for many reasons ranging from business to sharing recipes, sex was what they liked sharing best. They had some phenomenal orgies in their time, and all without leaving their respective homes. 

That was why Evelyn had called Kaitlyn now. She didn't want to wake Dale until she was ready for him, and her school work had done little to aid her in that area. 

"Don't tell me that Dale can't get it up," Kaitlyn laughed.

"No, I can't."

"Close your eyes. I'll show you something."

Evelyn closed her eyes and saw nothing at first. Then she saw another sleeping man. Tall, muscular, he was lying on his back covered by a sheet until Kaitlyn pulled it away to reveal his flaccid member. Seeing things from Kaitlyn's point of view, she watched a hand reach out to grasp his cock. Then she leaned forward to take the head into her mouth.

Evelyn felt the bulbous head pass over her lips, felt the tongue swirl around on it. She felt it stiffening in her hand and watched it being stroked as she felt the sensation in her hand. She could feel a hand on her pussy now—Kaitlyn's pussy—and felt her own juices begin to flow in response to the actions taking place downtown. 

"Oh, hi, Eve." A man's voice sounded in her head. That was Kaitlyn's husband, James, speaking sleepily. "To what do I owe the honor of this blowjob?"

"Shush dear," Kaitlyn said. "Don't ruin the mood."

"That's right, or I won't let you watch," Evelyn teased. 

"I'll be good," he promised, and she saw him lie back to let Kaitlyn play with his scrotum. 

Evelyn was well lubricated now, ready to wake her patient husband with the sex she'd promised over an hour ago. With the image of Kaitlyn's hand on James' cock slipping in and out of her consciousness, Evelyn walked to the bed and slipped her hand up her husband's inner thigh and grasped his penis. It stiffened immediately, and Dale opened his eyes sleepily, and then blinked them open.

"I love it when you wake me like this," he murmured, reaching for her breasts. "Come to papa."

Evelyn straddled him and guided his cock up into her pussy. She wanted it hard, and dropped herself on him, feeling his member reach the limit of her anatomy. Dale grasped her breasts greedily, knowing from her actions exactly what she wanted tonight. 

He pulled her down by the breasts, bringing them to his mouth to nibble at the firm nipples, sucking hard as he slid his arms around his wife's bucking body. Evelyn sighed, savoring the rough use of her breasts as she slammed herself down on his rigid member. The bed creaked beneath them as Evelyn broke free of his grip and leaned back to support herself with her hands back by his ankles. She arched her back, moving so that the head of his cock nearly popped out with each upward movement and then rubbed over the sensitive top of her pussy when she descended.

She came in a rush, her orgasm hitting her like a bomb of heat and tingling sensation deep in her belly. She dropped forward again, convulsively, and kissed Dale, whispering, "Pretty big cock for a college professor."

"I'll show you big cock," he said, laughing. 

Dale rolled them to their sides and pulled out of her pussy just long enough get her into position on her back with her legs up over his shoulders. He dropped himself back into her, rocking her knees toward her face with each hard thrust. Evelyn's second orgasm was larger and more sustained than the first. 

Life was good.

A tiny spark of pleasure popped into the back of Evelyn's mind as her orgasm subsided. Just a brief glimpse, an orgasm denied somewhere in the city. Sometimes, at the height of passion, stray sparks of feeling from unknown people came through like bad AM radio. This was one of them. But this one was followed by a lingering feeling of regret, and Evelyn suddenly felt sad.

Hoping to fight the feeling off, she pushed her husband back to his knees and scrambled around to face him. She laid on her side and took his cock into her mouth, savoring the taste of herself on him and working her mouth and tongue to obtain his added flavor. It didn't take long for his juice to burst into her mouth, and she swallowed it happily.

When they collapsed together on the bed, Evelyn's sadness was gone. She forgot about that little spark that glowed briefly in her mind and fell to sleep in Dale's arms.





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Evelyn didn't know if she should try to make this girl believe her, or even know she was there, but she was connected now and wanted to help her in some way. Why was a smart girl like that stuck with such bleak choices?

Tonight she would try to enter her mind enough to find out her circumstances and see what she was like. She wanted to share the girl's experiences and see how she could help. The girl was at certainly partially telepathic, so she should at least offer her a chance to join their little group. That was enough of an excuse for Evelyn to intrude on her mind.

Evelyn laid back on the bed and closed her eyes and willed herself to float into that distant girl's mind like a patron who arrives late at a movie and sits in the back row of the theater so as not to disturb the other people.

She worked to regain the feeling of the girl, the spark of her thoughts. Relax and drift. She was out there somewhere.

Yes. There she was.





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"And she could rob us," Gail suggested, already planning their next visit. "Have her way with us."

"And leave us tied on the bed. Helpless."

Sylvia put the money into her purse, laughing now. "Sure, and then the maid finds you in the morning," she said.

"No, that wouldn't be good, would it?" John admitted, thoughtfully.

"Can we contact you?" Gail asked.

"I have an account on Hotmail," Sylvia said. "Sure. Email me." She took a pen from her purse and wrote her email on a Post-it.

"Could we exchange email?" Gail asked, smiling. "Do you have instant messenger?"

"I don't have a computer," Sylvia admitted. "Gotta go to the library. But I check it every day. Sure, we can play games again, if you want."

"Oh, thank you miss," John said. "You wouldn't believe how long it took us to work up the nerve for this. Took months just to buy the toys. Your friend downstairs was sure right in sending you up."

"Okay, gotta go," Sylvia said, hurrying through to the living room before the chatty couple had a chance to invite her to stay and watch TV or something. "It's been fun."

"Yes, thank you, miss." They followed her, two naked, middle-aged people glowing in the idea of having found a whole new life. "We'll contact you."

She opened the door, then paused. "Sylvia," she said. "My name is Sylvia. It's been interesting." And then she left the suite.

The sensations in Evelyn's mind began to break up. Sylvia hurried down the hall trying to regain the feeling of control she'd lost at the end (Nine Hundred Dollars!), while John and Gail spoke of how nice she was, clean, pretty, and how she reminded them both of a neighbor's daughter. That resemblance had served to increase the experience for both of them. When they thought about room service, Evelyn lost contact.

By that time, Sylvia's mind was gone, too.

But Evelyn knew her secret now. Sylvia Dean couldn't read.





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"The hotel has no bubble bath," he said. "You'd think at these prices they'd include it."

"Service is so lacking these days," Sylvia said, flirting with the role of bored rich woman. "There's no use in expecting it, is there?"

"I suppose we'll just make do." Dale knelt before her and lifted one foot. He removed her shoe and stocking. "How was your day today?" He grasped her bare foot in both hands and massaged it.

"Too much to do and not enough time." Sylvia rested back on her hands, her head back comfortably. She'd never had a foot massage, and found herself enjoying it quite a bit. 

"I had nothing to do all day." Dale removed her other shoe and stocking and massaged that foot. "That was nice. Of course, I spent a great deal of time thinking about tonight. It was arousing to think about it, and I almost gave into temptation."

"Temptation?" Sylvia asked coyly. She lay back on the bed and let him work on her feet and lower legs, enjoying the strong movement of his hands. 

"I wanted to please myself, but decided to wait and not waste it."

"Do you jerk off often?" Sylvia was interested in the answer just then, and not only because Evelyn was thinking about how she and Dale enjoyed doing that together.

"I come every day if possible," he answered. He kissed her knees lightly. "Masturbation isn't always the last resort. Sometimes it's just fun."

"Yes," she agreed. "It is." 

And Evelyn felt Sylvia's thoughts of self pleasure. She loved to lie back and rub herself slowly with oiled fingers, gradually moving into herself with teasing slowness. She knew what sexual pleasure was because she'd given it to herself, but she couldn't remember if she'd ever had it from a man. A man's cock was a source of money, not pleasure.

The girl drifted off into a reverie for a moment, thinking of soft cushions and willing hands on her body. It was as though Dale's foot massage was massaging her pussy as well, the sensation traveling directly from her toes to her clit. After a moment, she shook the feeling off. It wouldn't do to start liking it too much.

"The water will get cold," Dale said, standing. "Here, let me undress you."

She stood and let him undo the buttons on her blouse and remove the garment. She liked seeing the look of pleasure on his face when he looked at her and the way his fingers trembled just a bit as he undid her bra. 

When he removed the undergarment, he kissed each nipple lightly. Then he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The sight of her white cotton panties stopped him for a second. A look of amusement crossed his face.

"Don't you like my panties?" she asked.

"I was just thinking of how I used to look at the women's underwear section of the Sears catalogue," he said. "Men of a certain age will always be turned on by white cotton briefs."

Sylvia reached down to cup his penis, hard within his slacks. "Yeah, I guess so," she said, rubbing slowly. "What else turns on men of a certain age?"

"Tan lines," Dale replied. "Lord how I miss tan lines."

He slipped his hands beneath her underwear and down against her buttocks, gripping her slightly as he did, and then hooked his thumbs onto the elastic band and pushed the garment down.

"Maybe we can rub my undies on your cock later," Sylvia suggested.

"I'd rather rub you on my cock, my dear," he said as let her briefs drop down her legs. "The underwear is a pleasure, not a fetish."

He kissed her forehead lightly and then took her hand. "Let's get you into a nice hot tub."





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Shampoo. Conditioner. 

She hurried out of the bathroom and stared at the notice posted on the door to the room.

Check out time was eleven a.m. Guests are (something she couldn't understand. Lie able?) for damages. Non smoking room. The bible on the dresser said "Gideon Society" on it. The pamphlet by the TV was titled, "Visitor's Guide."

What the hell was going on?

"Are you ready?"

She turned. Dale was standing in the bathroom door, his cock half erect. He looked worried. Of course he was worried. She was stumbling around the room naked and reading things with come coating her chest. That was crazy.

Calm down. Shower. Let Dale go down on you in the shower just the way you like it. Fuck him in the hot spray. Let him fuck your ass. Yes, he likes ass fucking in the shower. He likes the dirty thrill of pounding against your big ass and reaching around to maul your clit with his long fingers.

Why did she think that?

Sylvia walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. She watched him as he lathered the washcloth and scrubbed her chest. Why did she know that? 

And why did she know that he enjoyed a martini after work? He liked T bone steak, and prime rib, and a blow job in the back yard just at sunset. Why did she know?

Did it matter? No, she wanted to come again.

"Eat me," she commanded, putting one foot up on the edge of the tub and bracing herself into the corner. "Come on, fuck me with your fingers and lick my cunt!"

She never used that word, but it felt familiar in her mind just then. A word of excess passion. A word to signal that she'd gone beyond any normal restraint. Why had she said it? Whose passion was in excess? It felt as though she were experiencing someone else's feelings and trembling from their need of the man's fingers and tongue. 

Evelyn tried to pull back and take her own pleasure out of Sylvia's mind. It was hard to do. The whole evening had taken her over the edge.

"No," Sylvia said. "Don't."

"Okay. Let me wash your back," Dale said.

"You live two blocks from your college," Sylvia told him. "Three or four blocks from the school where your wife teaches. Her name is Evelyn. She's got big tits and a fat ass."

Evelyn tensed at the description. Ample, maybe. Then the implications of Sylvia's words sank in. The girl had learned more than English.

"She likes double penetration and wishes that sometime you could go where you could watch her take on two guys at one time. She wants to watch you jerk off while they fuck her."

Evelyn had never confessed that fantasy to Dale. "Stop!" she called out in her mind.

"I won't stop. But she does fuck other guys when you're there." Sylvia was frightened by the rush of feelings and knowledge in her head. She knew these things to be facts, but she didn't know how she knew. Nothing made sense. "She fucks you and another guy and eats some woman out all at once. It's weird, but… I mean, people don't fit that way. She was afraid you wouldn't fuck me. You didn't want to… What? What the hell is going on?"

A rush of images, facts, feelings flooded her, and her knees buckled. She felt dizzy, and the shower seemed to cloud over as though suddenly filled with steam. 

Dale caught as and she collapsed. Slipping in the wet tub, he managed to turn off the water with his foot and pull the curtain back. He lifted her in his arms and carried her out to the bed where he laid her down carefully.

"I'm not going to go crazy," Sylvia mumbled, tears flooding over her cheeks. "Please don't let me go crazy."

"You're not crazy." Dale knelt and kissed her cheeks, rubbing the tears away with his hands. "Everything is true. Except I don't think my wife's ass is fat."

"She does. Why do I know?"

"You'll have to let Evelyn explain that."

"Your house is green!" Sylvia said. "It was white when you bought it."

And then she had a clear image of the door to the hotel room, a card sliding through the slot. She saw the door open, the vision superimposed on the concerned face of the man leaning over her, saw herself on the bed as the vision moved through the door.

Sylvia turned her head toward the door. Evelyn was hurrying toward the bed. Sylvia saw herself watching the other woman's arrival in an overlapping vision. She knew there was a logical answer. Somewhere in her head there was an answer, but she couldn't find it. Couldn't find it.

Evelyn gathered the girl into her arms and held her close, thinking, "Close your eyes, dear. Relax. It's all right. Everything is all right."

Sylvia knew she was right but didn't trust the knowledge or the voice speaking in her head. "Extreme emotions. Love, hate, or fear. It's coming in too fast now. Just relax and stop thinking so hard."

"What's happening to me?" She fought back tears. "I don't want to be nuts."

"You're not crazy," Dale said. He'd put his pants on now and was buttoning his shirt. "You'll be fine."

"But what's happening?"

"I don't really know, dear," Evelyn said. "Telepathy isn't an exact science. All I can say for sure is that you aren't crazy. You aren't a slow learner and you aren't stupid and there's nothing you can't do if you try."

"Well, you probably can't translate Beowulf," Dale said.

"Neither can you, dear," Evelyn said. "But nobody's perfect."

And Sylvia found herself laughing. Somewhere inside she found the knowledge that she would be all right. She was going to be more than all right.