The first six months living with Tom were paradise.
I behaved like the perfect housewife, even if we were in a condominium and not a house and I was Tom's girlfriend and not his wife. Every day when he came home he was welcomed with a hug and a kiss and a smile and dinner on the table.
The third day I did it he said, "Shelly, you don't have to make dinner me every night."
"I want to," I said, giving him a look from the corner of my eye which made him blush while his penis stirred in his pants.
I loved arousing Tom. As a telepath, I always knew how effective I could be. It could be a look. It could be a smile. It could be the way I wiggled my hips as I walked to him. Tom was very easily aroused, and I found that I
loved
being the constant subject of his attention. Tom still didn't know I could read his mind. Whenever I rubbed against him, or squeezed his ass, he would often fantasize about fucking me right then and there. Rather than be threatened or offended by it, I found it
glorious
.
Every woman (who's rational) wants to feel attracted to her man. And Tom was my man and I was going to make FUCKING SURE he stayed that way!
I cherished every moment with Tom, sure it could all end in a minute if space aliens kidnapped me, or if "Michelle" overpowered me, or if an old girlfriend of Tom showed up... the possibilities were
endless
. I reveled in his smile, his touch, his laugh, and his charming good looks.
We did nothing and everything together. Shopping, walks, sitting and watching the sunset, whatever. As long as Tom was near me, as I long as I could read his thoughts and hear his voice, as long as I could touch him and be touched by him, I was perfectly content.
Every time I looked into his mind (which was not infrequent!) I saw a man madly, passionately in love with me. There was no doubt about it. Tom had always been in love with me, and if I hadn't been such an
insane fucker
in my youth, we would have been together long ago.
And speaking of insanity, my best non-friend Michelle made her regular appearance once a month, right before I got my period. During this time I got clear readings of Tom calling me a bitch. Or a cunt. Or planning to dump me. Or sleeping with other women.
Rather than enrage me, these thoughts merely made me laugh. In fact I laughed so much that I had to tone it down in front of Tom, who thought I was going a little crazy.
And then there was the time of my actual period itself. I knew that Tom didn't want to raft the wild red river, and I could hardly blame him. What sane man wants to put his dick in a gunshot wound?
For the first three days of my period I satisfied Tom using my hand. Tom moaned and groaned as I used my right hand to control his sexuality. I could see he was getting a good deal of pleasure from it. But even as he did, he thought,
Those luscious blowjob lips.
That thought had been popping up in his mind on and off even before I started moving in with him. Tom was fascinated with my lips (among other parts of me), and seemed to view the thickness of my lips as being a "natural" for sucking on his shaft. As Tom thought about this over and over the idea seemed to seep into my own mind. Tom thinking about me sucking on his shaft for the 20th time slowly wore me down. And so, on the fourth day of my period, Tom was surprised when I went down on him.
"Shelly!" he said, as he saw me lick the tip of his penis (which suddenly stood upright at attention like a soldier on review!). "I didn't think you like this! The last time we did this in our teens you... you stopped in the middle!"
"Well, let's try it and see how far we get now," I said. "Unless you have any objections?"
Tom looked at my beautiful face, my heavy breasts, and my erect nipples. "No!"
"I didn't think so." And then I proceeded to suck Tom off.
I hadn't sucked on a penis since Julian; in fact, Julian was the only other penis I had ever sucked on. But I had taken Julian to completion, and I didn't even love him, and so I thought, why not be fair to Tom?
Tom groaned with pleasure, grabbing fistfuls of bed sheets as I pleasured him. Although I was theoretically the subservient one, I actually felt very much in charge as my lips and tongue made Tom dance to my tune like a puppet. I originally thought to stop in the middle and finish him with my hand, but I was so amused by his antics and panting and wide eyed facial expressions that I decided to take him to completion. No one was more surprised than Tom when he flooded into my mouth. Julian had taught me to be an excellent cocksucker and I didn't cough even once as Tom's sperm smoothly went down my throat.
She's done this before,
Tom thought, which dimmed my ardor just a bit.
But on the outside he was all smiles, kissing and hugging me and thanking me profusely. After that, I granted him this boon sometimes but not always during my period--when I felt he was especially deserving.
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Tom was promoted to full commander, undoubtedly because of his role in preventing an alien invasion, although obviously the details were classified. At 30, he was one of the youngest white men to make a full Commander! I was at the ceremony, and was so proud to see him decorated in front of his peers as they put shoulder boards on him and everyone cheered. That was my man, my man who had quite literally saved the planet! You can't say that about everyone.
He looked so handsome, and I was so proud of him... and yet, I was sitting at the back of the ceremony. Sitting in front were his parents and his sister Nettie.
I could tell from Tom's mind that they didn't approve of me. I can still remember Nettie telling me never to contact her family again. And why should they be friendly to me? All they knew is that I was the love of Tom's life who had broken his heart not once but twice, apparently for no reason. They thought I was crazy bad news for Tom.
So I let Tom have his day with his family. He went to dinner with them, not me. He was terribly apologetic about it. I think he knew that I knew that his family didn't approve of me and didn't want to offend me. All I did was smile and say, "That's all right dear, we can celebrate the following night." And then I made sure not to cry where Tom could see me.
*********
Oh, and by the way, before I forget, Auntie was promoted to full Admiral! It sounds like a big jump--after all, she was only a Captain, and a somewhat honorary one at that, but Auntie had actually commanded the team which wiped
Us
out. (What a
fucking
name--
Us
! I still can't get over it.
Fuck Us
! Now I want to vomit every time I hear some World Government fucker say "we" or "us" in a sentence....)
Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes. Auntie actually went off the inactive list and became a full fledged reservist. That meant that once every six weeks she got out of her school teacher uniform and played space soldier. I think she missed it, personally.
*********
I really needed to decide what to do about getting myself a job. Mr. Brodsky had retired and his replacement, Mrs. Perez-Pena, didn't quite have the same fertile imagination as he predecessor. I was talking about it with Tom (I talked about everything with Tom, that's what was so wonderful about him!) and he suggested I become a marriage counselor.
"A marriage counselor?" I made a face.
"Sure," he said. "You told me how you introduced Clay to his wife Markessa, right?"
I remembered the day I had gone to a Passive Observer meeting and had done just that, using my talent to find girls who were attracted to Clay. "Yes."
"And you told me you helped Henry and Audrey get married, didn't you?"
I remembered how I had helped Henry overcome his marriage jitters. "Yes."
I wonder what Henry thinks of me now!
"I mean, you're always doing things like that, helping your family out with their marital problems. You seem to have a good insight into what they're thinking."
That's because I'm a telepath, my beloved.
"So why not give it a try?"
Why not indeed?
********
I was an instant success.
My first clients were a woman who hated her husband and wanted a divorce, and a husband who simply didn't know how to please his wife. I listened to them prattle on for a bit, while digging into their thoughts to find out what the real problem was. Within 20 minutes, I knew what it was.
"Keith, Marya says you don't listen to her when she talks about her problems."
"I do," said Keith. "We talk and talk and talk about them," he said, rolling his eyes.
I got into it with them. I told Keith that his problem was that while he offered solutions to Marya's problems, that wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted empathy; she wanted sympathy; she wanted hugs. Keith was startled to hear this, and so was Marya! She knew what the problem was subconsciously, but didn't know how to put it in words.
As for Marya, I introduced her to the concept of limited tolerance, to have a set amount of time to talk about problems but not let it monopolize their relationship. I could see Marya thinking,
Oh, I complain about my problems too much? Keith never said anything!
And so their problem was quickly resolved, and I soon acquired a reputation as a great marriage counselor. It was easy, really. People really weren't good at knowing what their actual relationship problems were, and they were terrible at expressing it. But I could just pluck it out of their minds with relative ease. It was really the perfect job for a telepath, and I found myself getting a larger and larger client list and more and more job satisfaction. Soon I was even branching out from marriage counseling to general counseling, and I felt blessed for the FIRST TIME in my life to have a great job AND a great home life!
