Bethany sat alone on her bed, smirking to herself. She had thought of William each night before she let herself fall asleep. Each night for the last three weeks.
Had it been that long since... since he had made the MISTAKE of leaving her? No matter. He was thinking of her a lot these days. She'd made sure of it.
She had never been anything but PERFECT for him! (His complaints of her not listening, excluded.) After all, hadn't they had a perfectly wonderful spring break together? Hadn't romance seemed to just bud like wildflowers and all that shit? Hadn't it been bliss for the ENTIRE two weeks they had been together?
He was so perfect, and then perfectly rotten to her... How could it be UNFAIR to ask him to quit school to stay with her?! Besides- as she had told him- he wasn't all that bright, and school wouldn't fix that! He hadn't seemed overly pleased with that assessment.
Her nimble fingers popped the tiny clasp, and tension slacked from black straps over her shoulders...such a relief! Her breasts bobbled out of her bra, heavy on her chest. She cradled them, squeezed them together, massaged them, then lay back on her bead spread. Her fingers found a brass zipper, and her smooth legs struggled free of tight blue jeans.
Jeans, she mused to herself... HE had peeled her out of her jeans only three weeks ago! (GaWD! Why couldn't she stop thinking of him?! Why had he been so NICE? Why had his sex been so unencumbered... so PURE?) Why the FUCK did he say that SHE was immature, and then disappear back to college?
"Oh well!" Bethany thought again, smiling and regaining composure. "He's getting the picture. He'll come back."
Bethany closed her eyes, letting her mind focus. Tune. Dial in. Her thoughts reached out across space.... out of her room... out over the rooftops... across a great desert... then down.. down... down into the fourth floor of a coed apartment on the campus of Arizona State University...
She first found him using her telepathy two weeks ago... it took her a full week of trying... more time than she would have liked, but determination wins in the end! Her searching mind discovered him, much to her dismay, in his bed with some chick with fat tits and bobbed red hair. Her first moments of psychic realization were those of watching William give this girl an orgasm... she watched in her mind's eye as he held the girl's hips close to his from behind and fucked her like the little college bitch she was. Bethany remembered the lucid pangs of lust... lust and jealousy?
No. She wouldn't allow herself that... Jealousy was for the weak... LUST was what she felt, listening to this redheaded girl squeal, and then finally hearing William's ecstatic cry echo through her mind!
Was THIS BITCH the reason he had left HER?
"Is SHE so much better than I?" she had wondered bitterly.
Bethany sighed to herself, and stretched out luxuriously. She knew he was coming around. It was only a matter of time!
"Amazing..." she thought to herself, "...the persuasive power of the orgasm!"
Bethany had learned many tricks since she discovered her telepathic powers back in high school. She had made many embarrassing blunders, but in the end, had learned to understand the workings of the male mind... at least the parts she was interested in... the sexual parts!
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A memory of Mr. B's history class flashed through her mind. Bethany sitting in the front row, gazing at her teacher with unblinking eyes... her deadly serious continence growing slowly to a grin; hearing Mr. B stammer and turn toward the chalkboard... his eyes had connected with hers for a split second, and in that moment, she'd given him the most lucid vision of Kylie (Trenton High's head cheerleader) oiled-up and topless, licking his nuts! How amusing!
She'd thought up that image after she'd seen Mr. B glance at Kylie in the hallway on Monday. Kylie was tall and blond, and had what the guys in her grade constantly referred to as a 'perfect rack!' She had felt a pang of jealousy to realize that even someone as educated and kind and fair as Mr. B. was influenced by something so base as Kylie's rack.
"FINE!" She decided, "If Mr. B likes Kylie, then he can spend the whole class-period thinking of her!"
In her mind's eye, her little fantasy for him was crystal clear; Bethany had gazed for a moment at Kylie in the women's showers that morning after PE... just to get the 'details' right.
The rest of the details... the length of Kylie's tongue, and her doe-eyed expression with cum shooting across her face... Bethany made those up!
When class ended Bethany recalls how Mr. B. made for the door... slacks visibly tented!
