After Jessie's return from church, we took a stroll down the street to the neighborhood park. I explained what I had done to her sister's mind. She is still Marcy, she just has no desire for drugs or alcohol anymore. The thought of trying them again makes her sick. But she remembers what they did to her and your family. I explained in detail.
We had a seat on a bench. We just sat crowd watching.
"It's amazing, I look at a crowd and wonder what people are thinking. You look at a crowd and you know." Jessie commented.
"You wanna try?" I asked.
"How?"
I took her hand and told her just to focus on someone. I would channel their thoughts through to her. I told her that I was going to look through her eyes but was not going to do anything to her mind. She nodded, as she focused on an elderly lady sitting on a near by bench, feeding the ducks.
Hi guys. The lady thought to her self as if she were speaking to the ducks. I guess now that John is gone, you are all the family I have left. Listening to a thought is like listening to someone speak. Jessie could hear the lonely grieving inflection in the woman's voice. A tear rolled down Jessie's cheek. I severed our connection to spare her the woman's painful thoughts.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to happen. I assumed most people in a park were happy." I said to her.
"You didn't do anything wrong." She said giving me a peck on the cheek. "excuse me a minute." She said.
Jessie stood and walked over to one on the machines that dispensed duck food, and bought several handfuls. She then sat next to the lady and struck up casual conversation, so the lady wasn't lonely. After several minutes I reconnected the lady's thoughts with Jessie.
Dear heavenly father, thank you for sending one of your angels to check in on me. This lovely girl has such a sweet and kind heart.
Jessie turned and looked at me and smiled. The lady soon left for home, and Jessie returned to my side. She thanked me for letting hear what the woman had thought.
We walked back to Jessie's house, I gathered my things. My mom arrived shortly thereafter to pick me up. Tomorrow after all was a school day.
Monday morning turned out to be the beginning of a new quarter also. We were given our new schedules in homeroom. This should be fun I thought to my self. I had sex ed this time around. Mind reading in that class of freshmen should be interesting to say the least.
First period was spent in the girls locker room once more. I noticed that they dressed back about fifteen minutes before the bell and waited out in the hall. I stayed in the locker room to see if anything else went on in there during that last bit of time. I am so glad I did.
Ms. Dye our new female PE teacher came out of her office in nothing but a towel now that all the students were out of the locker room, or so she thought. She folded Her towel and placed it on a bench as she entered the large shower room. I stood in awe as the recent college grad washed her athletic body. The six foot all leg brunette was stunning! I opened her mind to the idea of masturbation. She placed one hand on a tit and the other between her legs and pleasured herself. She had a powerful orgasm before I could. I had her step clear of the water, drop to her knees and take my cock in her mouth. She delivered an awesome experienced blowjob. She had taken the entire load into her talented throat. I had her finish her shower oblivious to what she had just done. I headed off to second period as the bell rang.
Unfortunately Ms. Piker was not as good looking as the coach. I was OK with that, because I had Jessie to look at. Ms. Piker was rambling on about some lost city that would again be forgotten by every student she ever taught. I began poking around at different minds around the room. I got to Ms. Piker and almost bust out laughing. Apparently she was concentrating on withholding a bottled up fart until the end of class. I couldn't help myself. The song from frozen entered my mind. So I tickled her mind and...well..she let it go! Moments later a flatulent horn sounded from beneath her skirt. The whole class went silent until the reality of what they just heard set in, they then erupted in uncontrollable laughter. Ms. Piker fled the room, her face as red as her pen. That was for her yelling at you last week. I projected to Jessie. She looked at me with the look of understanding, but she was laughing so hard she couldn't concentrate to reply.
"OMG! you are so mean!, but it was so funny!" Jessie said in the hallway after class. The fart was the talk of the school. Ms. Piker would never live that down. She was always such a bitter woman. I had no intention of making people forget it.
Jessie hadn't had a chance to go shopping since her father's apology. I did notice that she had changed up the way she wore her clothes. Gone was the long sleeved top, it was replaced by just the pink tank top she used to wear under it. Her capris replaced by regular shorts. She looked fabulous, not that she didn't already.
"Looking good. I like what you did with your clothes." I complimented.
"Thanks, I am trying to get the most out of the weather before fall and winter are here." She replied.
"You'll be looking good then too." I said making her blush.
We were fortunate to be together again in sex ed class third period. Our teacher Ms. Walls was pretty enthusiastic, not a dull by the book afraid to discuss sex teacher. She was quite comical.
"Ok ladies and gents what do you normally call the male genitals?" She asked.
The answers rolled in: cock, dick, pecker, member, manhood, twig and berries, willie the one eyed wonder worm was even shouted out.
"Ok how about the female parts?"
Once again : pussy, vag, cooter, tits, knockers, ta tas, cunt, twat.
"Ok now that that is out of our system. The female has a vagina, and breasts. The male has a penis and testicles. If I hear any of the words mentioned previously in this class room you are gone. Understood?" She asked firmly eyeing the room.
The whole class was nodding in agreement. Stunned she even let us say those words in the first place. Class was pretty boring, she went over the non obvious differences between boys and girls, and some of puberty. But we could tell the class was going to be interesting.
The rest of the school day was humdrum. I stayed after to watch the team practice even though I couldn't participate yet. I did the light work like helping with equipment, towels, what ever I could to keep the coach happy, so I didn't get forgotten.
The cheer team was heading to the girls locker room to change for practice. I overheard Julia the cheer captain and all around snobby cunt. She was berating a freshmen cheerleader for something stupid to inflate her own ego. The poor freshmen was just about in tears. I focused on Julia and made her forget some things.
The cheer team practiced in front of the bleachers where the baseball team sat resting, along with some parents and other students. At one point Julia kicked her leg up catching her ankle holding it near her head. There was an audible gasp, some giggling, laughing, and quite a bit of finger pointing. There were also a lot of clicking cell phones. It seemed the things she forgot were not only her cheer bloomers, but her panties as well. She held that pose for several seconds before she realized what all the commotion was about. It was her sixteen year old shaved pussy on display for all to see. She burst off the field red and crying with embarrassment.
After practice I was sitting on a bench out front waiting on my mom, when the freshmen girl sat quietly on the opposite end awaiting her ride.
"Hey...I heard Julia giving you a hard time earlier. Don't take shit from her, she just has to feel superior. After her show today, that should knock her down a few notches...oh and I'm Paul." I said to her.
"The funny thing is she was being a bitch about the appearance of my uniform... seems she forgot half of hers. I'm Becky by the way." She responded with a giggle.
She looked at her cell phone and grumbled.
"Hey I get on at your bus stop in the morning. My mom just texted she's working over. Do you think I could hitch a ride with you so I don't have to hoof it on foot?" She politely asked.
"No problem. I know I have seen you before. You live right down the end of my street."
"Yea you just moved in this summer. " She realized.
We chatted, and my mom dropped her off at her door. Not before she gave me a slip of paper with her number, email, and Skype username.