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After returning to the party, I found Lorelai and left. She was clearly suspicious of the time I had spent with Jenna, but I could hear her internal dialogue and knew nothing would come of it. Part of her was arguing that we were gone a long time, too long. But the stronger part reminded her that we had just met, and she had no right to be jealous. Besides, she reasoned, hadn't I just cum in her mouth? Surely I didn't just turn around and fuck someone else less than a half hour later.
Of course I had, and I felt bad about it. Much like Lorelai, I had an internal dialogue of my own to work through. I had just met Lorelai and owed her nothing even if she did give me a blow job at the party, and Jenna was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. But still, I liked Lorelai, and before tonight I would never have treated anyone like that. Power corrupts, I suppose.
The trip home with Lorelai was fairly silent. She did her best to fill it with standard chit chat, but I could hear what she wanted to know, had I fucked Jenna? Her internal dialogue combined with mine and soon I was awash in feelings of anxiety and guilt, and it wasn't particularly clear which came from me and which came from her. Her thoughts intensified and that prompted my own, which in turn made me fixate on her doubts, which, as I learned with Jenna's sexual interests, intensified them. We were caught in a feedback loop of sorts.
As it turned out, Lorelai lived close to where Mike and I had our flat, and I rode the bus with her to her stop. I followed her off the bus to her door, and we stood awkwardly on the front step for a moment. Instead of saying anything, I leaned into her, took her face gently in my hands, and kissed her. Pressing my lips softly to hers, lingering in the feeling of her perfect mouth.
"I'm so glad we met tonight," I whispered into the hollow of her mouth between kisses, "Can I see you tomorrow?"
Her eyes were closed behind her glasses, and she stayed silent, but nodded as she continued to kiss me for as long as she could. I focused on the desire and longing, the feeling of softness and care that I felt for her and that she needed to feel, and that washed away a good bit of the anxiety. I liked her a great deal, but it was a very strange day in my life.
When I finally did pull away, she stood still for a second with her eyes still closed, hoping it seemed that I might return my mouth to hers. But eventually she smiled and looked at me. Brushing some stray curls out of her face with one hand, she gave an awkward wave with the other before turning and disappearing into her flat.
Almost immediately I regretted not following her in, but it had been a long and eventful day, and I wasn't sure what to make of it all. Outside of Lorelai's I was still a few stops away from my place on the bus. The late fall London air was cool and damp, but refreshing, so I decided to walk the rest of the way home.
I considered what had happened since the train ride from work this past afternoon. How I discovered first that I could hear people's thoughts, and how I had learned somewhat accidentally to access memories and feelings, amplify them, and make use of them. Of course, except for a few card tricks I did with Mike to test my ability, I had only really used my ability to get laid. There had to be more useful applications of the ability to read minds.
I passed a kabab house on the walk, and thought some food would be good, so I stopped in and ordered a lamb doner. It was just me and the guy behind the counter, and when he handed me the wrap I decided to see if I could get it for free.
I stood there for a second, thinking at him that I should get free food, that he wanted to give me free food. I thought at him as hard as I could, which in retrospect, doesn't make much sense. He just stared back.
After a moment or two I caught his thoughts. They were in what I presume to be Arabic, so I couldn't quite understand them, but the feelings surrounding them were clear. If I had to, I'd say they translated to something like, "Why doesn't this asshole just pay me?" So I handed him a fiver and left.
So it seemed I couldn't just make people do things. Still, somehow I had manipulated both Lorelai and Jenna into sex. Or had I? Is it fair to say I manipulated them? I read their thoughts and both of them were eager for it. I just did what I would have normally been terrified to do, namely, make a bold move. Of course it helps having a sense ahead of time that it will pay off, but is that really manipulation?
But then, what about accessing Jenna's memories? I did amplify them to a point where she was aroused by them. Isn't that manipulation? Maybe. Or maybe it was just tapping into what she's always wanted and being the one to provide it. Maybe this newfound talent was just allowing me to be an incredibly gifted lover.
I had to laugh at that since it sounded so much like a rationalization for my activities so far. Really though, is mind reading that much different than simply being very good at picking up on verbal and nonverbal cues? I mean, if I can't force people to think certain things, then it's not wrong, is it?
I wasn't sure, something seemed off with my reasoning. Knowing how much Lorelai was into me seemed like a violation. Knowing that Jenna fantasized about her father seemed like one too. I began to debate whether I should just refrain from using my ability on people I care about when I walked into my apartment.
Apparently I had taken long enough with the stop at Lorelai's and the walk home that Mike and Michelle had beaten me to the apartment. Mike barely looked up from Michelle's neck as I came in the door, and when he saw me he made a faint waiving motion toward the back of the flat.
Thinking he was signaling me to leave the two of them alone, I was more than happy to drop my coat on the chair and head immediately back to my room. Michelle giggled behind me at what I could only assume was some kind of grope. Their thoughts were even more incoherent than at the party, but now filled with lust and need for sexual gratification. Interestingly, as they flooded my head in an indistinguishable wave of inchoate feeling and imagery, I was overcome by a renewed wave of desire myself.
I was just lamenting not taking Lorelai up on her offer, when I entered my room only to find Jenna laid out on my bed, completely naked, and masturbating.
I just froze as I watched her fingers slide around her obviously wet slit, her pubic mound nearly bald except for a small patch that woul briefly become visible and then disappear again as she moved her hand.
She looked at me with lidded eyes and her lips curled into a languid smile. "Mmmmm," she purred, "hi daddy, I've been waiting for you."
I tried to keep a bi of composure as I sat on the bed next to her and placed my hand on her splayed thigh as her fingers continued to move over her clit. I tried to maintain eye contact, but my gaze drifted down until I sat staring as her middle finger disappeared inside herself. Watching her begin to finger fuck herself I said with a voice more shaky than I'd hoped, "Making yourself at home, I see."
"Mhmmm," and she let out a little gasp as her finger returned to making circles over her clit. "Did you fuck that mousey little girl when you took her home, daddy?" Adding with an almost obscene smile as her free hand reached for my lap, "Think I can still taste her on your cock?"
"No," I admitted adding perhaps too much information, "I didn't fuck her. I wanted to take it slow."
"Awww, that's sweet," her husky voice occasionally offering a moan as she began to rub my cock through my pants, "Does that mean you saved this for me." She gave my cock a squeeze. "Did she work you all up without release so that now you have to go home and fuck your little girl? Or is she too good to spoil, and you save slutty little me for that?"
