My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts Ch 11

This is the last story in this series for the time being, but I'm sure I can come up with a few more ideas in the future. It has proven to be quite a popular series, for which I thank you, and for your support in reading them.

After Fumiko left us to return to Japan, it wasn't too long before curiosity got the better of my darling Elaina, and she started to ask me about my psychic powers, which thanks to Fumiko had been finally revealed. I tried to make light of it and fob her off, but she kept on about it, and I finally relented but resolved to tell her as little as I could get away with. It's not something I think of a lot to be honest, and I use it as sparingly as I can. As I've said before, I can't make people do what they don't want to do, or is against their nature. I can only give them an idea, influence them in certain ways. I couldn't for instance make a lesbian want to have sex with a man, or a man to have sex with another man if that wasn't part of their nature in the first place.

So, I just told her that I'd always had it, but it had grown stronger in puberty, and then had grown stronger again after the head injury I had sustained in the car accident when I was twenty four years old. I explained about psychometry, and telekinesis, and the difference between them, and even told her a little white lie that they were very weak and sometimes didn't work.

Which of course is a lie, because they work very well and efficiently, and have never shown any sign of not working.. I explained that I could place an idea in some one's head and lead them to act in a certain way, but not make them do something that was against their nature. Then I warned her to never mention it to anybody ever again, and frightened her by saying I'd probably be dragged off by some government agency, and experimented on by men in white coats in a laboratory. So, I swore her to secrecy.

'When Fumiko was trying to seduce me that first night at her exhibition, I could actually feel her rub me and it almost felt as if she was penetrating my pussy with her fingers,' she said. 'Could you do that to me if you tried?' she went on.

'You mean touch you with my mind by telekinesis, just by my thoughts alone?' I asked her, and she nodded. 'I don't know,' I lied 'maybe we could try it when we get back home.' Typically she wanted to try right that instant, but since we had a table booked at a restaurant in town, I managed to fob her off with a solemn promise that I'd definitely try later when we got home again. Still, I could tell she was excited, and she even went as far as to say we should cancel, stay at home and have fun trying. I reminded her that we were meeting one of her best friends from Art College and her boyfriend, and we could hardly let them down at the last minute.

I'd met Sally, her best friend from Art College a few times before. She was a lovely young woman. Very attractive, about five foot six inches tall, shoulder length hair, which changed colour frequently, and a good figure with great legs. Lovely, sparkly, blue eyes, a nice straight nose, and lips that were very kissable. She sometimes wore glasses, which on her didn't look the least bit 'geeky' and added a certain vulnerability to her face, and for some reason made her all the more desirable and sexier, but not in the same league as my Elaina.

Any other time before I met Elaina I'd have thought her most fuckable, but now I had my own darling, other women just didn't compare. Sally's boyfriend Eddie was okay, and he seemed a nice enough guy, but we had no interests in common except the girls. He worked in banking, financial services and so forth, and had little or no imagination. It was all business, whereas we were all a bit 'airy-fairy' creative types as far as he was concerned, and never the twain should meet. Sometimes he could be a bit condescending and a right 'pain in the arse.'

I had set out from our studio-come-flat with the intention of giving Elaina, a bit of a 'tickle' between her legs during the meal and making her as horny as could be just by thinking about it. It would be so easy, because she was always receptive anyway, and I could tell she was already excited by the thought of trying what I was about to do to her later. It shouldn't take too much effort to get her going.

Now however, I decided to work on Sally instead, or rather as well as Elaina. I would work on both of them. I'd asked Elaina after I first met Sally, if she'd ever been attracted to Sally, and she'd laughed at me. They were just friends she protested, and she'd never ever thought of her in that way. Well, that was about to change I thought, and to even things up, Sally was going to feel the same as Elaina. It would be worth a try I thought just to see what transpired.

Virtually as soon as we were seated at the table and looking at the menus brought by the waitress, I started in on Sally. I reached out and gently rubbed her pussy. I could hear her give a sharp intake of breath, and Eddie asked if she was okay, but she assured him that she was fine. I knew in a minute or two she'd be feeling a whole lot better than fine, so I continued to rub gently.

As I looked at her she started to look a little restless, then puzzled, looking around her as if searching for the source of her stimulation. I stopped for a moment or two to give her time to choose her food from the menu, knowing it was hard for a woman to think when her pussy was being rubbed, but as soon as she made her choice, I started in again.

I had a casual glance under the table and could see her knees had drifted about a foot apart. I went a bit further and let my mental fingers slip between what I now imagined would be very wet pussy lips, and fingered her gently at first, stretching her, and then two or three rapid finger fucks. She rose a little in her seat, and closed her eyes just for a moment. Her cheeks had taken on a fine, light flush, and I knew she was aroused.

Next, I planted the idea that she was touching Elaina the same ways as she was being touched. She looked at Elaina strangely, and smiled and Elaina smiled back, after all they were best friends, and I chose that moment to give Elaina the same idea, reinforced by mentally rubbing her too. Her gasp of breath was all I needed to know that there was now an ongoing situation developing

Throughout the course of the meal, I would send random horny thoughts to one or both girls, thoughts of bein naked together, kissing and sucking nipples and pussies, keeping them on the boil, but more so with Sally. I didn't know how sexually receptive she was, so I concentrated on her. I knew that Elaina now had the thought of fucking Sally firmly embedded in her mind, and she was inclined to follow up her inclinations.

After the meal was over we went into the bar to have a final drink for the evening and as I thought would happen, both girls decided to go to the toilets. As they gathered their handbags in preparation to go. I made one last final push and made them both think of having sex with the other in one of the cubicles. I hoped that would do the trick, but it might still not happen, after all, it was only a suggestion, not a command.

I sat and chatted to Eddie, distracting his attention from noticing how long the girls were away, but after 15 minutes even he noticed. I told him not to worry, they'd probably met someone they knew and were gossiping, or retouching their make up or whatever girls do in the ladies toilets, and he accepted that. The girls appeared a few minutes later, and I could tell by their faces and how much closer and tactile they appeared that it had worked. Friends and

lovers

now, I was convinced.

We made our excuses and left not too much later. I was eager to hear what, or if anything had happened, and I knew for sure when Elaina whispered in my ear just minutes after coming back from the toilets with Sally, that I had to take her home right now, this very instant. She was so horny she was going to fuck me right there in the bar, she hissed in my ear, confirming that it had worked all too well. We had no sooner got into the car when she turned to me laughing.

'You dirty fucker, that was down to you, wasn't it?' she demanded with a smile on her face. I denied it of course, asking her in a puzzled voice what the hell she was talking about. 'Me and Sally in the toilets. That was you who did that, I fucking know it was. I've never thought of her like that before, and she's never thought of me like that before either, so how come we end up fucking each other in the toilets? I had to start laughing.

'You and Sally of all people - in the toilets! You dirty little slut, fucking hell, who'd have thought it. You're joking, I don't believe it, not with Sally.' She punched my arm lightly as if chastising me, by way of an answer, and demanded I take her home, because she was so excited she'd be soaking the car seat if I didn't hurry, and so we drove home, with her blaming me for the state she was in, and me laughing at her all the way home.

I didn't get the chance to ask her about what happened when we got home. We had no sooner got through the door when she literally launched herself at me. Kissing me frantically, hands scrabbling at my belt, pulling my trousers and underpants down and taking me in her mouth. I called for her to slow down, she shook her head vigorously, which with my cock in her mouth felt sensation, but eventually, I managed to pull out and we ran upstairs, onto the bed and all hell broke loose.

To say it was fast and frantic would be a gigantic understatement, she went at it like it was her last fuck and pulled me right along with her in a welter of sweat, body fluids, and instructions to 'ram it up me, fuck me like a dirty insatiable slut. Please fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck' and then she was coming. I thought she'd never stop - a multi-orgasm, from one peak to the next, until she felt me let go into the depths of her voracious pussy hole, she came one last, shuddering time, gasping for breath, and we both collapsed into each other's arms.

We lay there, slowly recovering, saying nothing, loving, warm, together, and quite literally 'fucked.' She looked at me, smiling; she knew alright.

'Do you want to hear about it then?' she asked me, and I answered that of course I wanted to hear about it. If she and Sally had been fucking in the toilets I was eager to hear more I told her, still pretending it had nothing to do with me. 'Don't pretend it had nothing to do with you, you dirty fucker,' she repeated. 'I can't prove it, but I just know you were responsible.' I just smiled and encouraged her to tell me all about it.

'Well as you know, I was horny before we went out, especially after talking about us and Fumiko, plus your promise to try and make me feel something without touching me physically. It was a nice meal in lovely company, but I noticed Sally looking at me very strangely about halfway through the main course. She'd look at me, smiling, and she was

blushing

, and then she'd look away quickly, couldn't maintain eye contact. I couldn't understand it, but I must have picked up on her body language.

I know when someone has the "hots" for me, and she looked as if she was definitely interested. I'd never felt or seen anything like that from her before, but I was picking it up now, and then of course I started thinking about her like that too. I had that lovely warm feeling in my pussy, and I began to think of touching her, playing with her tits and making her pussy all squishy and wet. First with my fingers, and then my tongue.

At one point I looked at her and she looked at me, and then she closed her eyes, and looked as if she was about to come. That was it, I knew she was really turned on and horny, so when we went to the toilet, I knew something wonderful was probably about to happen.

We didn't even say anything. There was nobody else there, and we just went into the same cubicle. We kissed, lips, tongues, very sexually, and I momentarily stepped back and pulled my skirt up to my waist as if I was about to pull my panties down to pee. I never got the chance, she pulled them down for me, and unexpectedly slipped her hand between my thighs. I couldn't have resisted even if I wanted too, and believe me I didn't want to.

I was hers for the taking and she took me. Kissing my mouth, feeling my boobs with one hand while she fingered me, stretching my pussy lips. I told her I was going to come, and to my surprise, she stopped immediately, and stripped my panties off, putting them in her handbag.

She's always been a bit bossy, and she made me sit down on the toilet, well straddle it actually but reversed, with my bum towards her. She knelt on the floor behind me, putting her arms around my waist, one hand playing with my nipples and the other hand went back between my legs and her fingers slid into my pussy, bringing me back up to the edge of orgasm. When I told her I was going to come she urged me to pee, and as I came uncontrollably my hot pee ran out all over her hand and my pussy while she rubbed my clitoris. I was so overwrought and excited I would have done anything she told me. It felt so different, but so fucking exciting.

After I'd come, she handed me some tissue, dried her own hand too, and made me sit the right way round on the seat, whereupon she lifted her skirt, slipped down her panties, pulled my head down between her legs and told me to "lick her cunt." I've never thought words like that could come from her, but oh fuck me it was so exciting, so I slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and sucked and fingered her to an orgasm. I've never know anybody get so wet, but my dear Sally was drooling and running, with her juices literally soaking my hand.

Of course we couldn't stay there as long as we would have wanted to, so we got dressed and cleaned ourselves up, but first Sally needed to pee as well, and as she sat on the toilet she pulled me towards her and gave my pussy a nice tonguing while she piddled.

She said she couldn't leave without tasting my cunt as well. So that's the story, are you still denying any responsibility?' she concluded with a smile. I said nothing, I denied nothing, because as she finished, I slipped my hand between her open legs, two fingers slid between her slippery labia, and words were the last thing on her mind for the foreseeable future.

We woke next morning to the sound of the phone ringing, and I reached across Elaina for it. I immediately recognised Sally's voice and she asked for Elaina, so I handed her the phone. They spoke for a minute or two, and then Elaina hung up. So, I naturally asked her what Sally wanted, and was told that she wanted to meet and talk and was coming over.

So, we got out of bed, made coffee, and I had some cereal, Elaina opted for toast and jam. We were both ravenous after our exertions of the night before, but after breakfast Elaina rushed through to the bedroom to tidy up, and get dressed, while I sorted out the breakfast dishes and tidied the kitchen and living room. We couldn't have her best friend think we were dirty, untidy people. I put on some real coffee this time, so the place had that lovely welcoming aroma of coffee wafting through the air.

Elaina came back from the bedroom, looking a million dollars, hair beautifully brushed, lightly made-up, and wearing a top which showed a fair bit of her glorious cleavage, and a fairly short skirt which showed of her beautiful bare and very shapely legs. I knew from the bare legs that she probably had no panties on, ready for any action that might take place. I smiled and told her she looked great, and if Sally didn't get wet again at the sight of her I'd be very much surprised.

Elaina assured me that

she

was wet already, so whether Sally was wet or not she knew that we would get the good of it even if she left without following on from where they had left off last night. She reached for me, and stroked me to hardness through my jeans, and for my part I put my hand up her skirt to find as I suspected that she had no underwear on, and was already slippery with excitement. That was as far as it went for the time being, there was time for nothing more, but we knew even without Sally we'd be having some sexy fun later.

I went and looked out the window and saw Sally parking her car at the other side of the street. Determined to soften her up before she even got to our door, I sent her a vision of Elaina, legs spread rubbing herself, and Sally sort of hesitated as she reached our side of the street, but I lightly rubbed her pussy, to start her off if she wasn't already aroused.

She was probably feeling horny already I told myself, and I was just helping her along. I heard the knock at the door, and Elaina rushed to open it and as Sally stepped inside Elaina gave her a big hug which went on for a fair while. I increased the 'dirty' thoughts in Sally's head. Thoughts of what happened the night before just in case she needed softening up. When they both stepped back, Sally looked at me, and said hello with a smile on her lovely face, but blushed a little too. I offered her coffee, but she refused saying maybe later after she had talked to Elaina.

It was obvious she wanted to talk in private, so I suggested, I'd go down to my studio and do some work there. If they needed me I said, they could just give me a shout, looking directly at Elaina. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and the last I saw they were both sitting on the couch, but as I've said before, I don't need line of sight to work my 'magic.'

I'd deliberately left the door leading to the studio open just an inch or so, meaning if they got really passionate again I'd probably hear it. I didn't do any work, just read a magazine sitting on the bottom steps of the stairs leading up to the flat. However, my main occupation for the next ten minutes or so was to lightly stroke Sally pussy, so lightly indeed, that she would think it was her own reaction to being with Elaina again. I also sent her thought of a highly sexual nature, thoughts of spreading her legs and Elaina licking and sucking her to orgasm.

At first I could hear them talking quite nicely although I couldn't tell exactly what they were saying, but gradually the talking got less and less, and then ceased. There was nothing but silence for about five minutes, and then I distinctly heard a moaning whimpering sound and recognised it for what it was. My darling Elaina responding to sexual stimulation, which I knew would get louder as she orgasmed, and it did. A few minutes later, I heard two sets of high-heeled shoes, clip-clop across the polished wooden floorboards, and the bedroom door closing.

Mission accomplished, and now I could go back upstairs, and have a cup of that coffee I had prepared earlier to assail the nostrils of Sally. She'd be sensing the aroma of something altogether more stimulating right now I thought, but I was content, for the time being with my cup of coffee, and magazine. Eventually, I poured myself another cup of coffee, and laying aside the magazine, I listened to the almost continuous sounds of sheer, raw sex emanating from our bedroom.

Time to take a hand I thought and began to bombard Sally with thoughts of opening her legs for me, playing with my cock, sucking it, getting up on the bed doggy style and being fucked from behind while Elaina stimulated her breasts and clitoris. I knew Elaina was probably thinking this already, but I gave her a booster shot, so to speak.

Again and again, I sent the thoughts to Sally, and suggested to Elaina that she should talk about it, tell Sally she wanted her to be fucked by me too, so Sally wouldn't feel guilty about wanting my cock. It was only thoughts, not specific words. I can't do that; well I don't think I can. I switched tack, and concentrated on Elaina, thoughts of me fucking Sally, really fucking her relentlessly and having orgasm after orgasm. I knew it she could do it she would, and she did.