Soulmates
8
Remote Control
Jaime and Keira
KEIRA APPROACHED JAIME carefully the next day, but as excited as he was to see her, he kept his thoughts down to a low hum.
“Hi, Keira,” he signed, spelling out her name.
“Hi.”
“Do you have a name sign?”
“I only started signing so I could talk to you. I’m not in Advanced ASL like some people.”
«How did you know that?» he thought to her.
«You’re kind of proud to be in that class and talk about it loudly.»
«Oh, crap!» “Can I create a sign for you?” he signed.
“Okay.”
Jaime looked at her intently and Keira felt very vulnerable. Jaime pulled his index finger across his lips and then down to his chin in an x-sign with the fingers crossed. Keira huffed.
“Really? You focused on my hair and just called me ‘Red?’ Is there nothing else about me?” she spoke aloud. A rapid succession of thoughts crossed Jaime’s mind as he fought to control them. Keira was thankful he used the sign for red.
«I like redheads,» he spoke in his head. «Dad says…»
«I’ve heard it all. It’s not true. I got my freckles from the sun, not from eating souls. I just chew them up a little and spit them out.»
They looked at each other grinning and burst out laughing. Jaime’s laugh was a strange kind of squeak.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Red,” Jaime signed as he thought to her, «Why did you decide to reveal yourself to me now?»
«I got worried,» she whispered in her mind. Jaime leaned in closer. «You’ve been broadcasting your ideas about an invention to make others hear your thoughts.»
«It’s not much. I just started sketching out the network requirements. Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to communicate with others like we are?»
«Shh! You don’t get it. Not everyone is as innocent as you are. I know there are people who would like to order others around with their thoughts.»
«That would be silly. Who’d listen?»
Jaime suddenly thought of his encounter with a man when he was nine. Had the man been trying to make Jaime hear him?
«Who’d have a choice? Um… Look. I know you’ve noticed Debbie Burk. She’s another one who broadcasts loudly and if you aren’t filtering, you have to hear at least some of her thoughts. Imagine what it would be like, though, for her to discover you could hear her thoughts.»
Keira had plunged into one of Debbie’s fantasies and was shocked by her thoughts. On the outside she acted pure as the driven snow—the perfect preacher’s daughter. Inside, though, it seemed all she ever thought about was what she could put in her vagina. She’d die of embarrassment if she thought either Keira or Jaime knew about what her fantasies were. Even though they were sometimes sort of ‘inspiring.’
«I’d never let her know!»
«Of course not! But imagine what it would be like if someone like her suddenly heard a strange voice in their head telling them to run a stop light. If a person was unaware that you were communicating with them, they might be so shocked and surprised that they run the light and crash into another car before they tried to figure out why they had that sudden urge.»
«That would be terrible!»
Keira listened to Jaime clamping down on his thoughts about his own mother. He’d been so calm and reassuring to Gene Evans about not being at fault for Mike Collins’ death. But he still blamed himself for his mother’s death. She wondered what had caused him to speak out-loud at just that moment.
«It’s okay, Jaime. It was an accident. And I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you just now. I think I can help you filter your thoughts so you aren’t broadcasting all the time. It will also help filter out random thoughts from others so you can really focus on one thing or another. Want my help?»
«Yes! Um… See you here tomorrow?»
«Sure. Text me goodnight again tonight. I liked that.»
Jaime grinned at her and they parted to go to their afternoon classes.
Jaime and Debbie
Jaime was caught up in his thoughts and trying to keep them silent at the same time, when he walked into his psychology class—the last class of the day. It wasn’t an interesting class and he was a little surprised at some of the students who were in it. They were people he didn’t usually think of as being that smart.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” a guy said to him as they both hit the door of the classroom at the same time. Jaime let him pass. What a freak. He should be in some special ed class and not be taking up time in classes for normal people. The guy wasn’t very nice in his thoughts, but compared to some of the people Jaime met, he wasn’t that bad, either.
«I’m not a freak,» Jaime said in his mind. Just then, Debbie Burke walked into the classroom and sat in front of Jaime, taking her sweater off to drape on the back of her seat. The guy was immediately caught up in the girl’s looks and what he’d like to do to her.
Sexy girl. Come with me. I want to see those pretty tits and get you wet and ready. The boy was instantly caught up in a fantasy about Debbie that included a graphic depiction of having sex with her.
Jaime didn’t think they’d ever actually had sex, but that didn’t stop the boy’s fantasy. And Jaime was responding to it, too. He shut it down, hoping to preserve his own modesty and not have to endure class with a boner. But when he snapped closed on the boy’s fantasy, he inadvertently opened a channel to Debbie.
God! Can Todd be any more obvious? He’s practically drooling. Not that I don’t fantasize about him, too. We wouldn’t be studying psychology. I’d be naked and pulling his dick out to suck on. Shit. Not today. I’ve already started on a different one today.
Mr. Wilson called the class to order and began reading from his notes. Jaime supposed that was why so many people took this class. All you had to do was study the notes he put on his website and you could pass any test he gave. Jaime had once tuned into Mr. Wilson’s thoughts while he read his notes to the class, but his mind was elsewhere—fishing. Mr. Wilson was bored with teaching, bored with psychology, and bored with his students. Yet he found fishing fascinating. Go figure.
I sat in front of the mute boy on purpose, Debbie thought. I’ve been thinking about him all day. Has he noticed how visible my bra straps are? Does he think he can figure out how to unhook it and take it off me? Yeah. That would be so hot. Do it without taking my blouse off. He could run his hands up under my shirt and play with my boobies.
Jaime was suddenly acutely aware of the bra straps moving under Debbie’s slightly see-through blouse.
Daddy would crap if he knew my underwear could be seen from the back. The blouse is opaque in front. After all, that’s where it counts, right? Of course, if it were up to my stick-up-the-butt father, I’d still be a virgin and would be till I’m fifty. Don’t have to worry about that, thanks to Ray. Safe from discovery there. He’s too frightened of my father to ever say anything. And it was fun doing him at the church retreat. Making him sin.
Jaime received a surge of memory from Debbie: Ray from her church making out with her in the woods before each prayer meeting and finally going all the way. He was surprised to realize Ray was not a teen, but was nearly her father’s age. But her thoughts weren’t really on Ray. Jaime came back into focus in Debbie’s mind.
Mute boy wouldn’t say anything, either. How could he? I wonder if his cock is huge. Not that it would make that much difference. It has to be bigger than the carrot I used last night. God! I’m getting juicy just thinking about it. I need my fingers in the pie. I’m on the pill thanks to the clinic that doesn’t tell parents. I just need mute boy to step up to the plate and hit a home run. How about if I strip off all my clothes and run around the classroom naked? Would he take me on Mr. Wilson’s desk? Then all the boys would line up for their turn.
Debbie’s image of Jaime was lacking a lot of detail. She did a pretty good job with his face, but the rest of his body was kind of a mishmash of pictures from health and this guy Ray. The cock she had in mind was definitely not an image of the erection Jaime couldn’t control in his pants. The image of herself running around naked, though, was like she was looking in a mirror.
He hears okay, so I could just tell him to lick and he wouldn’t argue, right?
When I had a couple comes on his tongue, I’d let him put his cock in me. Yeah. Right there. I can just feel him pushing it in. And he’d still be silent, even when he comes in me. He’d never be able to tell anyone. We could meet in the janitor’s closet next to the locker rooms after gym in the morning. I always get so hot showering with the girls. God! If I could just touch myself a little, I’d have a good come right now.
Jaime was struggling to extract himself from Debbie’s fantasy, but having no luck. The images of herself were like looking at her in the flesh. And her thoughts of the girls in the shower after gym were overwhelming. He hadn’t really seen that image of girls before. Not from her perspective. Debbie liked girls as much as she liked boys. Jaime was breathing deeply and hoped he wasn’t being loud enough for Debbie to hear.
Debbie thought her breasts weren’t big enough and they seemed to swell in her mind. She thought Jaime’s dick would grow to twice its size and she’d have to stretch obscenely to accommodate it. She returned to the reality of Jaime sitting right behind her in class.
Is he thinking of me with my bra straps on display? How about if I shake my hair a little? Hey, mute boy. What’s your name? Oh. You can’t speak? That’s okay. I don’t need to know your name. I just need your help taking my clothes off. Suck on my nipples and put your cock in me.
The end of school bell rang and startled all the students and Mr. Wilson out of their various daydreams. Jaime took his time getting his books together to allow his cock to relax a little. Then he rushed out of school to his bus home.
Jaime tried to think about what had happened objectively. Why was he so caught up in his classmate’s fantasy? He’d learned his lesson a couple of years before when he asked a girl who fantasized about him on a date. That was a disaster. She had no interest in him at all. Keira had spoken to him then in his head, but he didn’t know who she was. Regardless, he’d never approach insatiable Debbie.
He thought, in fact, that it had been Keira who brought their classmate up in their discussion under the tree. That probably left him open to hearing her. The images remained fresh in his mind.
His father wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. David got a new job during the previous summer and was going to the office more frequently than working from home. Jaime was glad he was getting more interaction with people his own age. He was a great father.
Jaime decided that with the images of Debbie fresh in his mind, it would be a good time to rub one out. He stripped and flopped on his bed, making sure tissues and lotion were nearby, and began thinking of the vivid images of Debbie naked.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it was as if he was reliving Debbie’s whole fantasy. They kissed and he sucked her nipples, working his way down her slim stomach and burying his face in her trimmed snatch. Then she was pulling him up her naked body until his cock nestled into her pussy lips. From that point, it took about two strokes for Jaime to erupt all over himself. It was the hardest come he’d had since he started masturbating.
Yes, keep pumping. Make me come again. Come in me again. You feel so fucking good!
It was like Jaime was still hearing her fantasy while he continued to stroke his cock. Then he realized he was hearing her fantasy! He didn’t know where Debbie lived, but somehow, she was broadcasting and he was receiving loud and clear.`
Jaime could feel himself inside her. Except it wasn’t his feeling of being inside her, it was her feeling of being stretched and approaching her orgasm. This was going to be bigger than his first come.
I must be feeling her orgasm as well as my own. I feel so wet and so full in places I don’t even have.
He tightened his grip, trying to mimic what he felt from Debbie. It was incredible and he wanted to build her up more. He tried slowing his pace, but she started to race ahead and he lost control. He could feel Debbie coming as he erupted again.
Jaime lay there panting and trying to catch his breath as he felt Debbie using her fingers to make lazy circles around her clit, hanging onto the euphoria just a little longer.
Yeah, he was good, she thought. If I thought he was really that good, I’d make a play for him. Guys are never as good as the fantasy, and mute boy would be no different. It was a good day though. Tomorrow… No, Monday, I’ll do Bob Ames. Ever since Patrice told me about building a fantasy all day, I’ve been having the best after-school orgasms ever. And the guys are always much better than they would be in real life. Clumsy idiots who can’t tell what’s exciting from what hurts. Yeah. I think I’ll nap a while before everyone else gets home. Maybe there’s another come lurking down there if I just leave my fingers in the swamp.
Jaime withdrew from Debbie and left her to her own manipulation, so to speak. If he let himself stay in her mind while she napped and masturbated again, he might never get to the kitchen to fix dinner. Besides, she was a little disappointing now that he thought about it. He’d had a couple of good orgasms—stellar comes—but she just chose a random guy each day and built a fantasy around him. Jaime happened to tune in on the day he was featured. It didn’t mean anything.
Jaime and Keira
Friday seemed to crawl as Jaime waited to rush to his tree and meet Keira.
«Oh, geez! I’m glad you’re here. That Richard Privy was broadcasting so loud in PE, I couldn’t shut him out. I hated what he was thinking about me, but it still made me twitchy. Does that ever happen to you?»
«I had that problem in psychology yesterday. Debbie Burke was really getting herself worked up. I was her featured fantasy of the day.»
They looked at each other and both started giggling.
“I think the kids in our classes spend more time thinking about sex than about school,” Jaime signed. “If we were tuned into everyone’s thoughts all the time, we’d be real perverts.”
«So, I know you can block other people’s thoughts. You need to routinely block yourself from broadcasting everything, too,» Keira said in his mind.
Jaime had a fleeting image of him and Keira naked and squashed it immediately. He didn’t want to scare away his new friend.
«I’m sorry if I think anything that offends you,» he thought to her. He looked down so he wasn’t looking straight at her. Maybe some of those fleeting images weren’t just mine.
«Right. So, anyway, I wanted to show you a couple of ways you can filter what you’re thinking without clamping down on everything. I learned the hard way,» Keira thought.
«What happened?»
«There was a boy in my eighth grade class who thought some of those things and knew when I responded. It was soon after I started hearing people. It was really embarrassing. At first, I clamped down on everything, like you do. Then there was a thought that I heard that said, I know what you’re thinking. You can’t hide from me. It scared me when he basically told me he knew I was blocking him and could read me anyway. I started letting stray thoughts through that were really benign. You know? They sounded just like what everyone else was thinking around me. Instead of connecting with him, I just got lost in the crowd. It was a close call.»
«What did you do about his thoughts?» Jaime asked.
«I mostly filtered him out, only allowing things that were really important to him. That’s how I avoided getting raped.»
«Geez, Red! He was going to rape you?»
«No. But he’d heard some other boys planning to trap me on my way home. He warned me and I just took a different way home that day,» Keira said.
«That’s a relief.»
«No, it’s not,» Keira sighed audibly as well as inside. «He was actually a nice guy, but with typical hormonal teenage thoughts. I was having the same kinds of random uncontrolled thoughts. He took my usual route home that day and when the boys who were lying in wait for me saw him, they blamed him for me not being there. They beat him up.»
«Is he okay?»
«He moved away. I’m just really careful now.»
«You know I wouldn’t do anything like that, don’t you?»
«I know you wouldn’t try anything physical with me if you weren’t invited. The important thing is to let your mundane thoughts flow freely so others can see them, but keep your deep thoughts—the important stuff—filtered out.»
«I’ve never thought about having two kinds of thoughts before. I see what you mean, though.»
«It requires a higher level of consciousness at the start. You have to really be conscious of everything you’re thinking. You know, there’s a theory that you can only hold six thoughts in your mind at the same time. So if you don’t want to think about a big floppy fish in a polar bear’s mouth, you need to come up with six other things to think about and the bear will disappear.»
«Crap! Now I’m thinking about a big floppy fish in a polar bear’s mouth!»
«It requires practice, but I’ll work with you if you’d like,» Keira suggested. «Having a reserve of images like the fish you can call up anytime helps to block other thoughts. … It means we’ll be in each other’s minds a lot. You don’t need to filter those… stray thoughts from me. I mean, I understand all about normal… kind of sexy thoughts. I have them, too. I won’t get upset with you as long as you promise not to get upset with me. I’ll let you know for sure if one of those thoughts is deliberate.»
«I’ll try not to be too embarrassed by them or dwell on them,» Jaime said with a silent sigh. The image of Debbie flashed across his mind and Keira grinned at him. «Red, how far do your thoughts reach? I mean how far away can you hear a person?»
«I guess a couple hundred feet if there are no obstructions in the way. I know you’ve figured out how to put physical barriers between you and other people. Metal works best. But don’t worry about it. You were sitting right behind Debbie and she was specifically fantasizing about you.»
«Yeah. I wasn’t too worried about that, though, I felt like a… What did you call them? A voyeur. It was later that was the real surprise.»
«What happened?»
Jaime grimaced a little. They’d agreed to talk about embarrassing things, though, and this was a real puzzle to Jaime.
«When I got home yesterday… the images from Debbie were still pretty fresh and… compelling.»
«I can imagine—especially with as explicit as Debbie gets in her imagination. It’s okay to take care of your urges when you’re in private.»
«Yeah. That’s okay. It happens. I’d guess I’m a pretty normal guy in that regard. But when I… relaxed and started to enjoy the fantasy, I suddenly realized I was listening to Debbie again. Not remembering what she was thinking in class, and not developing my own fantasy. She was doing the same thing I was and I could hear her thoughts and feel what she was feeling.»
«Shit! How far does Debbie live from you?»
«I don’t know, but we sure aren’t neighbors. It has to be more than a mile.»
«Zip, I’ve never experienced anything at all like that. Do you think she could hear you?»
«I don’t think so. She was pretty wrapped up in herself. She just dragged me along with her.»
«That’s really powerful and a little scary.»
«Please don’t be afraid of me.»
«Yeah. No. I just… Would you… Just in case… Could you not think about me when you… you know? Grab any other girl’s thoughts who’s convenient. Just not me.»
«I can do that. I don’t want to disrespect you. You’re my friend.»
«Yeah. Well, it’s just that if we ever really become intimate, I’d want it to be in physical proximity—not just in my head.»
The thought of actual physical intimacy with Keira almost derailed Jaime’s thoughts. He quickly focused on a polar bear with a big floppy fish in its mouth.
«Maybe we could… like… go out sometime,» Keira suggested. «I mean if you wanted to talk some more, you know.»
«You are the most important person in the world to me. I’ve never known anyone like me before. I’d love to go out with you. Tomorrow? We could see a movie and talk in the dark. No one could see when we forget to sign.»
Keira smiled and Jaime could see more than just the thought of going out. He could see she was happy.
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