He woke up to a morning like any other, the sun was streaming in through the windows of his apartment and it was well past noon. Sleeping in to late had become something of a habit during the summer since he didn't have to work until 5 it left me plenty of time to be lazy in the mornings. My life had kind of been puttering along at a snails pace recently but that was all about to change. He looked around trying to determine what had woken him up, he thought he had heard knocking but he was still in that in between stage where everything was kind of confusing. The pounding came again and he groggily pulled himself out of bed.
"I'm coming, I'm coming hold your horses" he said
Moving to the door he drew back the latches and opened it, coming face to face with the delivery man.
"Trent Alexander Steel?" enquired the delivery man
"That's me" he responded yawning
"Please sign here." the delivery man instructed
Signing quickly Trent picked up the medium sized box closing the door behind him. Moving into the main room he set the package on his kitchen table, hunting around the room for something to cut through the capacious amounts of packing tape which had been used to secure the box.
"I wonder who could be sending me something?" he asked himself, as far as he knew he couldn't remember buying anything online and his birthday wasn't for another couple of months.
Finely locating a box cutter in the bottom drawer of his kitchen counter he carefully sliced through the tape. Prying open the top of the box he sifted through the packing peanuts rummaging around for whatever was inside. Finely finding a small metallic object at the bottom of the box he pulled it out.
A small metal ring sat in the palm of his hand. Skillfully cut the ring appeared to be made out of a silvery metal but it was much to heavy to be silver or platinum, a small red stone adorned the top of the ring and strange runic writing scrolled down its sides catching the light and glimmering in an odd fashion. Trent noticed a note tapped to the underside of the box and pulled it out, unfolding it he paused to read.
"Dear Trent
My name is Alexander Fulton and I am the executor of your late uncle's will, since you are the last surviving member of your mothers side all of his positions and assets will be transferred to you. In addition to the sum of four hundred and eighty six dollars and seventy six cents, which will be transferred into your account on the first of the month, it was his wish that this ring be transferred to you since it has been in your family for more then two hundred years. Sadly your uncle was not a wealthy man and the majority of his property and assets needed to be liquidated in order to pay off his debtors and my not insignificant fee. Please enjoy this ring and I am deeply sorry for your loss.
Sincerely
Jacob Holland"
Trent paused surprised, he hadn't been aware that he even had an uncle. His mother had died when he was just a baby and his father hadn't really known much about his mother's side of the family. Still it was a good deal that he got something basically for free and he had wanted to buy an Xbox so this money was perfect timing. He considered the ring critically, though it wasn't really his style to wear jewelry but there was something compelling about the ring and it had been in his family for a long time. He slipped it on his index finger, it fit perfectly like it had been made for him, and it seemed to catch the light just right giving the stone the appearance of glowing from within. Trent felt light headed for a second like he had stood up to fast followed closely by the sensation in the pit of his stomach like he was falling. As quickly as these sensations started they were over leaving him a little confused and disorientated.
Trent glanced at the clock, seeing that he still had 5 more hours until he had to leave for work he decided that going back to sleep was the best choice he could make
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A woman with dark brown hair steps out of the shower, reaching for a near by towel she starts drying herself, she is about 5'6", her hair is cut to just below the shoulders and she is pulling it into a pony tail. She has C cup breasts and has the lean look of someone who works out continuously, her pussy is shaven to all but a thin strip of hair leading from the top of her slit to just under her belt line. Standing in front of her mirror she primps and preens herself trying to decide what to wear to work today.
"maybe I will go with the thong today..." she thinks to herself, picking her thong out of the drawer she holds it in front of herself trying to decide if it looks right on her today
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Trent snapped awake. He had been dreaming about a girl, a girl he recognized as his next door neighbor Kim, while he had always found her attractive he had never dreamed about her before and certainly not like this. His dream had felt odd it was like he was standing in the room next to her, watching her go about her business. Other then the fact that she had been nude, and had quite a good body, there had been little about his dream that had been sexual which he would have expected in a dream with a naked girl. But there was more to it then that the dream had felt weird like it was actually happening.
He got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to shave and brush his teeth and other such mundane things as that which need to be done before he could go to work. As he got closer to the bathroom a strange feeling grew in the back of his mind getting stronger with every step he took. It felt almost like there was a window in his mind, through it he could see another person. He mentally approached the window in his mind and looked through it. The room around him shifted and reformed he was no longer in his apartment but back in Kim's and she was still standing naked in front of her mirror deciding on what to wear. He cried out in shock apologizing for walking in on her naked and tried to come up with an excuse before noticing that she had given no sign of being aware of his presence despite his blustering. He walked closer to her slowly waiting with every step for her to notice him. He stood right in front of her glancing in appreciation at her well toned body.
"Nothing seems to look right today." she said
Trent looked at he in surprise, he had clearly heard her speak but her lips hadn't moved she was still looking at the mirror this time holding a skimpy skirt up over her hips.
"Maybe the black dress?" she asked herself
This time he was better prepared for the sensation, he could tell that the sound had a different flavor to it, kind of like the way an echo sounds different sound to it then the voice that made it. He was listening to her thoughts! Stepping closer to her he concentrated he could make out a presence with his mind, like an extra sense, he could see her and hear her as she moved about he could even smell her body wash but there was more. Closing his eyes he found he could tell where she was without seeing her, he could feel the presence of her mind. He reached out pulling her mind closer to him, he could hear the million little thoughts going through her mind, in addition to the loud thoughts at the top of her mind which he had picked up at first he could hear more quiet voices deeper inside, voices talking about adjusting balance, expanding and contracting muscles in her arm when she reached for something and talking about the feeling of the cloth on her skin and the cold air, and deep down under the din of the other voices was one so quiet he almost didn't hear telling her heart to beat. He understood that these voices where the workings of her mind all the way down to the autonomic portions controlling her heart and lungs.
"I wonder if I can add a thought." Trent wondered to himself
Reaching out he took hold of her mind again but this time he spoke into the orgy of conversation, speaking to the top layer the level of her conscious thought
"The plaid skirt would look good, especially with the white blouse." he thought
She reached out and picked up the skirt sliding it on unquestioningly before putting on the blouse as well.
Trent was amazed, he could actually influence her behavior, he decided it was time to test out and see how much he could actually do, and spread is preverbal wings so to speak. He took hold of her mind again this time addressing the level below her conscious thought; he addressed the part of her responsible for her sex drive, instructing it to increase its arousal.
"Man I'm really horny all of a sudden," she thought to herself "I wonder what's gotten into me?"
"I want to masturbate" inserted Trent into her mind