Chapter 14: The Bridge of Sound
"My head hurts." Was the first conscious thought that drifted down through the fog of my mind. I pried my eyes open and dim light filled my vision. Slowly my thoughts began to assemble themselves into some kind of order as I looked up at a beautiful wood ceiling. Where the heck was I?
I remembered my apartment, the confrontation with the girls, and then nothing. I must have blacked out, though I was amazed that just channeling information like that could have exhausted me so much. Then again, I had been using the gift a rather excessive amount in the last 24 hours.
I slowly lifted my head and looked around. I was in a nicely furnished room; that had that distinct feel of someone's guest room. You know what I'm talking about, a room that is a little too clean, and containing all the knickknacks that were to tacky to put in the rest of the house, but seemed to fit as homey touches in a guest bedroom.
I sat up slowly and found to my relief that I felt fine, though still a little tired. There was no clock in the room, and I never used a watch, instead relying on my cell phone for a timepiece. My clothes were nowhere to be seen as I sat on the edge of the bed in a pair of sweat pants that only came down to my calf.
The first order of business was to figure out where I was, though since I had collapsed in the presence of my four best friends I wasn't too worried. I pulled back the curtain of my mind, and let the notes around me come into focus. There were two that were close and I recognized them as I pulled them closer. Suzan and Ellen.
Their notes seemed to be ringing loudly in my mind as I pulled them close, and as I let Ellen's snap into me I realized why. A strong pillar of sound was blazing in her of sexual excitement. She was deeply turned on, and her notes for her nipples and her clit were singing strongly.
Curious I let Suzan's mind snap into place and was assaulted by the same feelings of sexual sound and energy. They were in the throws of making love to each other. As I let the surface thoughts of these two woman dance in my mind I could tell they deeply cared about each other, but they both also carried feelings of shame and doubt about their relationship.
Neither of them considered themselves to be gay, they both enjoyed the company of men, and sex with men, but they had found something rare and beautiful in each other. Still, they were afraid. Especially Suzan, who still fought with her upbringing, and even now in the throws of passion with her lover; her worries bounced around her brain disrupting her pleasure, and holding back her love. Then worst of all, she doubted that Ellen could feel the things she was feeling, that maybe to her it was only a bit of fun.
Ellen was less inhibited, though she too had issues. She had experimented before with other woman, but the things she felt for Suzan where much deeper and richer. A long term relationship was what she wanted, but her own mind fought her with feelings of worry about the stigma and troubles that came from being with another woman. She also feared that her love would not be returned.
I felt my anger rise a little at their fear and confusion. Anger not at them, but at our society that had so many hang-ups, and so many people who wanted to control others with their moral judgments of what was right and wrong; it made me sick! Who were they to get in the way of peoples' happiness? These two women didn't deserve this doubt and pain, they deserve joy and love.
Without thinking, acting on my emotion and love for these two people I pulled there minds more firmly into focus, and I let ring in them a note of love from me, a note with feelings of friendship, trust, and above all approval.
I felt them both startle, and there passions both immediately dimmed. Then, with infinite care, I reached out and let Ellen's note of love for Suzan ring through into the other woman's mind. I could feel a shorter moment of shock as Suzan understood what she was feeling, and then her own feelings blazed forth.
These feeling of love I gave to Ellen, and they shared with no physical barrier between them, an absolute certainty of the others feeling and intentions to them. They knew, as most people will ever know, that they loved one another, and that their fears should be cast aside.
I shared then their fears with each of them, and watched them be whipped away by the comfort and concern of the other. There was a tight column of sound now bridging between them, and I found it easier to hold the two of them together. I was no longer forcing the connection, but acting more like a conductor and helping choose what things to highlight and share.
I felt the notes spring up as they kissed and held each other. I could feel the passion and the tears in them, tears of joy and relief, and understanding. I fed the feelings of those kisses back to each woman, and let her experience the others physical and emotional fusion of these feelings. The power of the connection soared.
I could feel them touching now, as other notes of pleasure sprang to life. These I shared and intensified. I could almost picture them holding each other tightly, as their hands explored each others bodies as if for the first time. I let the feeling of what they did to each other be reflected back at them, and I found that this reflection strengthened their own pleasure without my tampering at all.
The connection between them grew, and blossomed. New feelings were crossing without my help, as they caressed and sucked on each other. How long I rode outside this beautiful dance, watching, but separate, I don't know.
Finally I felt the strong notes spring up of physical pleasure, and the sound began to take on that tone of orgasm. I held the column together now, and let it build and the pleasure lengthen and strengthen. But I realized then, that I did not need to. The connection between them now was so strong that it held itself in check.
The power of feeling was overwhelming to me. It was like being on the edge of love, yet unable to fall into it. It was the most beautiful and heartrending experience I think I have ever had. I felt so much joy for these women, so much friendship and love, and to see them joined, really joined, like this gave me great joy.
Finally the crest of the wave was coming, I could feel the power of the orgasm it represented, and I think I must have simply been mesmerized by it. Like a fisherman on the shore watching as the ocean is drawn out into an immense tsunami that then comes rushing toward him.
Then it happened. They both climaxed, and the column did not shatter, but only bloomed. It filled their minds at all levels. It whipped away everything but them, and in that moment that I witnessed that complete connection and release I slipped out of their minds. It was too much to witness, too much to not be a part of, and too much to share.
I swayed on the edge of the bed as I heard two loud cries of pleasure and joy ringing out through the dark house. I was tired, but I did not feel as if I would pass out again. I think they carried a lot of the effort of the connection within their own love and desire, and that saved me a lot of energy.
In a few moments the cries stopped, and I sat on the bed listening to the quiet house, and looking out into a hall through the cracked door. I suddenly had a massive attack of guilt and fear. Holy crap what had I done. I had just violated the minds of two of my best friends, very obviously, and without consent. I felt fear begin to rise in me.
