Soulmates
19
Deliberate Contact
Jaime and Keira and the Satellite
JAIME REACHED OUT to Keira from his bed to hers. It was almost like they were holding hands again.
«Are you sure you want to do this?»
He was lying naked on his bed and sensed Keira was also naked. She shared the image of her looking in the mirror before she lay down. He quickly got up and examined himself slowly in the mirror. He guessed he wasn’t bad looking.
«Bad? You look great! I… Am I… okay?»
«Honestly, the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.»
«I think your opinion is colored by our emotions,» she giggled. «Now I really can’t wait to be with you like this when we’re together. I want to feel all your skin touching all my skin as we make love.»
«Wow! I’m kind of leaking,» Jaime said as he followed Keira’s desire to touch him. She dipped between her legs and he could feel the moisture there.
«So am I,» Keira affirmed. «No matter how close we are mentally and how turned on we are, the experience is still lacking the physical element. I can feel you touching my nipples and sliding through my wetness, but I’m feeling through my own hands.»
«I feel you stroking my cock and touching my nipples, or your nipples. But it’s my own hands. I know from memory this felt… different when I was feeling myself through your hands. When we were together.»
«Do you want to stop?»
«No.»
«Me either.»
For a few moments they simply let their partner share the sensations through their own touches.
«I’m not going to last long, Keira.»
«I can feel it. It starts way up inside you.»
«Like yours does! I can feel you contracting a lot farther inside than your fingers are reaching.»
«Yes! Let it… Oh, Jaime!»
«Keira!»
Both teens felt the orgasm of the other combined with their own. It might have been slightly less intense than what they’d experienced when physically petting with each other, but neither was able to express a coherent thought for minutes.
Oh, yeah. So good, a voice sighed in their heads.
«She’s here!» Keira whispered.
«Are you okay?» he asked. «Can we do some more? She’s touching… Oh, wow!»
«I feel her fingers in my vagina! I’m not touching myself!»
«She’s different than you, but I’m as hard as I was before.»
«It’s like I have two lovers. She’s playing with my clit while I’m stroking your cock.»
I’m coming!
Keira seized up with the satellite’s orgasm and Jaime started spurting in her hand. His hand. None of them were physically together, but they’d just shared another intense orgasm.
«I think we’d better go to sleep,» Keira said. «’Night, lovers.»
«I’m shot. I’ll see you tomorrow, love. ’Night!»
Such a beautiful time. I love these guys. What… What is the story?
Jaime and Keira
«What do you think?» Jaime asked as they walked in the park.
«We really need to find her. I’m irresistibly drawn to her. I want to hold her in my arms, like I hold you. Is this a side-effect of being mentally connected? If there was a man who eavesdropped on our lovemaking, would we fall in love with him?» Keira asked.
«There’s something unique about our relationship with her. I feel the same way you do and I’m embarrassed by it because I didn’t want anyone but you. But feeling my fingers stroking her sex and breasts, and feeling the same excitement in you, just blew me away.»
«I think the problem—and the pleasure—is that we experienced all three of our orgasms at the same time. Talk about ‘double your pleasure.’ Only it was a lot more than double. Or triple,» Keira said.
«When we do it… I mean go all the way… we need to make sure we are in total privacy. So, no one can eavesdrop on us.»
«Except… Maybe it won’t be just the two of us. Maybe we’ll all three be together.»
«I’m going to be thinking about that all the time now!» Jaime said.
«I thought about it a lot,» Keira said. «I don’t think she was aware that she was in an experience with two other real people. Hers was strictly an emotional response. Remember Debbie? It was one-way. You were riding in her fantasy and experiencing what she was experiencing. But she was completely unaware of you. Emerson? That might have been a flash of awareness, but she was caught up in her own memories. But neither of them was really experiencing anything you were thinking. This girl, our satellite, wasn’t responding to our words, but was caught up in her own experience of what we were feeling. She thinks we’re just a figment of her imagination.»
«Wow! I never evolved anything like that in my imagination. She must be a real dreamer.»
«Or she has always believed everyone she heard in her head was just her imagination. I think there are others who might believe that way.»
They paused in the park to share a sweet kiss, careful to keep it just between the two of them.
«Do you think we were affected by her, too? I mean, if she was experiencing some deep emotions while she was getting herself off, did some of her excitement leak into our experience?» Jaime asked.
«Is it possible? I don’t know if anything is impossible anymore.»
«I love you, Keira.»
«Yeah. Kiss me.»
Yeah.
Trayce
“Ms. Dorn, is it normal for an author to… um… believe in her characters?” Trayce asked in her senior creative writing class Monday morning. “I mean, like they are real people she might meet on the street?”
Trayce had relived her experience from Friday night over and over. First there was the movie when it felt as if the characters she’d been thinking of were just behind her in the theater, watching the same movie she was. She’d had such real feelings of being kissed and caressed, she was afraid her mother would ask her what was wrong.
Then when she got home, she decided to relive some of the fantasy and get herself off before going to bed. She’d hardly touched herself when the two characters she imagined in the theater were in her head again. They were so sexy! She’d never thought up characters who were so connected to each other. It was almost as if they could read each other’s minds.
The girl—Keira, Trayce decided to call her—was a fiery redhead. Cute, of course. All Trayce’s heroines were prettier than she was. When Trayce put her fingers to work in her coochie, she thought she was touching Keira. In fact, she no longer had a reservation about putting her face between a girl’s legs if she was like Keira.
That hadn’t been all. She could feel herself stroking the cock of—Jaime, she decided to name him. And the feeling of him spurting his stuff in her hand was incredible. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.
Continuing their new bonding as mother and daughter, Trayce and her mother had gone to Cannon Beach together and just sat in restaurants and went shopping for the next two days. Trayce hadn’t heard a peep from her characters while she was gone.
“Are characters real people?” Ms. Dorn repeated. “I believe that real people influence what we write about characters. You have a friend who always scratches her nose when she’s on the telephone and suddenly a completely unrelated character develops the habit of scratching her nose when she’s on the telephone.
“In his journal, author Ash Mann once stated that the people in his head were often more real than the people he met in person. I don’t know that I’d call that ‘normal,’ though,” Ms. Dorn concluded.
“Oh, there was that movie where the guy realizes he’s a character in an author’s book. It was kind of the opposite way around and the character starts hearing the author narrating his life,” said Kevin Border, an aspiring writer in the class.
“I think that when characters become real to you, they become real to your readers,” Ms. Dorn said. “Certainly, if you hear voices in your head, it is much healthier to treat them as characters than as real people. But it’s not uncommon for an author to talk about how the characters hijacked his story and took it someplace he didn’t intend.”
Trayce wanted to be an author as her career and planned to go to the university to major in creative writing. If Ms. Dorn’s class in high school was any indication of what she could expect, it would be a great major. Her father had once told her that she should follow her passion for a career, but it might be a good idea to minor in a subject she could earn a living at while her career got started.
She’d enrolled in a class at Rose Community College that was an introductory survey of social services. She thought that might be an interesting job and a gateway to all sorts of characters for her stories. She’d be getting her term paper back this week, as everyone tried to get finished before the winter break.
Jaime and Keira
The first week of December was chaotic at school for Jaime and Keira. They met at lunch Monday to touch base on their search for a teacher named Ms. Sullivan.
«Did you find anything?» Jaime asked.
«It’s really hard to find a directory of the teachers in all the schools in Portland. You have to go school-by-school and then it’s buried. I haven’t found a Ms. Sullivan,» Keira said.
«The only one I found was at Rose Community College. She teaches an introductory survey of social services. The description says it’s designed for students who might be considering a career in social services to understand what the work is like and the kinds of professions available. From what I found, it looks like a lot of students are double credit students, getting both high school and college credit.»
«That sounds like a good possibility. I bet there would be papers due for a class like that.»
«The problem is getting to it if it meets at the same time as our school is in session. We’ll need to plan a cut day. And even then, we don’t know if that’s the class she’s taking or even if she’ll attend that particular day.»
«Oh my! We could… No. I’m not going to suggest that. It would be a bad habit to get into. And we don’t actually know what she looks like. She didn’t give us the naked mirror look we gave each other. I wonder if she got a look at us then.»
«She might never join us again,» Jaime said self-deprecatingly.
«Don’t put yourself down. I loved what I saw.»
«You know the other problem is that if she thinks we’re characters in her head that she wants to write about, we should be really careful about approaching her. Last thing I’d want is to make her think she’s crazy.»
«We’ll have a lot to think about at the ballet Saturday,» Keira said.
«It sounds like a nice quiet place to connect. I wonder if they think about their characters like the actors did.»
«We need to get an early start so we can eat and get to the show. It’s near the Old Spaghetti Factory, so why don’t we go there for dinner?»
«Okay. It’s a plan. I love you.»
«Yeah. And you.»
Jaime and Emerson
A surprise was waiting in Jaime’s computer science class Monday afternoon. Emerson was at their lab station, but it wasn’t the Emerson he was accustomed to seeing. This Emerson looked like she’d walked into class direct from the Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris. She wore a black miniskirt that might have been shorter than school policy actually allowed. She had bare legs that ended in high heel black over-the-ankle boots. On top, she wore a form-fitting knit sweater that was so loosely knit that her black lace bra was clearly visible through it.
Perhaps even more startling, was the careful makeup she applied. Jaime thought she was always nice looking, but her makeup looked like it had been applied by a professional for a television appearance.
“Wow! Emerson, you look incredible today!” he signed, then quickly launched his TTS app. He handed her a Bluetooth earbud he’d thought to prepare for her.
“Thank you, Jaime,” she said coyly.
“I mean, you always look really nice, but today you look like you stepped off a fashion show runway,” he typed in. She smiled at him.
“Oh, I had to do a presentation in Advanced French today on Paris fashion. You know I was there all last spring and summer.”
“Yeah, we missed you here.”
Jaime did a quick read and discovered Emerson had not made a presentation in French just before her arrival in this class. In fact, she’d cut the class to change clothes and apply her makeup. She’d done it just to impress Jaime!
“Wow! It’s really sexy.”
“I’m not always a mouse,” Emerson said. “I just don’t like to draw a lot of attention in school. I thought… well… you might like to see it.”
“Thank you, Emerson. You really are a stunning girl. I think I always knew that.”
“You are one of the few people in school who treat me like a beautiful person, no matter what I’m wearing,” she said. “So, I was wondering… I’m thinking of having a little party over the holiday break and I wondered if you’d like to come. With me.”
God! Did I make that clear enough? I want him to be my date at my party. I’ve got to make sure.
“I mean… you know… like as my date for the evening. I know we’ve never done anything like that, but you’ve been so helpful with my project and I liked working with you last year, I thought we could just hang out, you know?”
By which I mean make out. And make love. And spend our lives together. Oh, Emerson, you’re making such a hash of things. Don’t be desperate!
Jaime paused a few seconds before beginning to type his reply. He put it on delay so he could backspace and delete things that didn’t sound right.
“I really like you, Emerson. I guess we’ve never talked about this kind of thing, but I’ve got a girlfriend. You might know her. It’s Keira Nolan. I’m not sure if you have any classes with her. But, we’re pretty serious and I wouldn’t want to mess anything up in our relationship by dating anyone else.”
He finally pressed the translate button and watched Emerson’s eyes get big and round.
A girlfriend? How did I not know that? Not that he’s ever made a suggestive remark to me, but I thought he liked me. Oh, crap! I’m going to… No, I can’t cry! I have to just… oh, dance with it, Emerson!
“Oh, that’s okay, Jaime. I mean. I didn’t know that or I’d never have made the suggestion. Keira? Wow! She has gorgeous red hair! Congratulations. I… um… feel a little like an idiot for not knowing that, but you’re right: We’ve never talked about it before,” Emerson said without slowing down. “I had a boyfriend in Paris and found out we’d just broken up and I was kind of at a loss. I just thought ‘who is the nicest guy I know in this school?’ And decided to ask you out. It’s no big thing. Just forget about it, okay?”
I’m so stupid! The first time I’ve ever had the guts to ask a boy out—invite him to my house—and he’s got a girlfriend! Why did I put these clothes on? Now everyone will look at me differently. I need to go to the restroom and change. And then I’m going straight home and wash the makeup off my face and shower while I cry over my stupidity.
“I like you, Emerson. I really like being your lab partner. We’re doing some good stuff on both our projects. Don’t blame yourself for not knowing my relationship status. I’m really flattered that you’d think of me like that.”
“Yeah, well, um… I’ve, like, got a dentist appointment, so I have to leave school early today. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? ’Bye!” She laid the earbud on the table, grabbed her bag, and left.
Jaime was really sad for his friend. He should have realized she was thinking of him that way.
Jaime and Keira
«Well, do you want to date her?» Keira asked after school.
«No! She’s nice and she can be really sexy, but those aren’t anything that would cause me to not be with you. You are what makes me whole. Please don’t think I want someone else!»
«Remember when we stood here on the porch and I told you I love you?» she asked. Jaime nodded. «We kissed and you saw that flash of jealousy. I was sorry, but it’s true. When you saw Emerson with her shirt off and shared that image with me, I felt so insecure because I really love you and don’t want anyone to interfere with that. I can see in your heart, though, that you don’t have those feelings for her. So just love me a little harder, okay?»
«If I love you any harder, I might break you,» Jaime said, soothing his girlfriend. «Is it… like, okay? What we’re doing with our satellite?»
«It’s a contradiction, isn’t it? I don’t feel the least bit threatened or jealous of her. We have a special link, the three of us. We’ll be fine. Kiss me and we’ll share it with her, wherever she is.»
They kissed, thinking of the unnamed ‘her’ as they shared their love.
Oh, I feel so good. Like I’ve just been kissed. Too bad I’m getting on a bus. I’d like to spend some time with that.
«Later, love,» they whispered to her. They heard a sigh in return.
Jaime and Emerson
Jaime kept his mind open most of the week. His goal was to discover how a person would react to discovering he could talk in their heads. Of course, his earlier survey for head talkers was just his class. This time he expanded it to the whole school, paying special attention in the halls for anyone who seemed the least bit open.
He found one who had a brief pause when he spoke to him, but shook his head and went on his way. The ability to hear was there, but had been so deeply suppressed that Jaime’s voice was considered just a random thought.
And there was one person who seemed to always be open to him, though he tried not to eavesdrop on her, especially after Monday. Tuesday afternoon they both went back to their projects like nothing embarrassing had ever happened. Wednesday afternoon, though, Emerson’s thoughts caught his attention in the computer science class.
“What do you think of this plan?” Emerson asked.
“Why are you converting everything to this color model? Is it practical?” Jaime signed. Emerson had been studying sign language online just so she could understand Jaime more easily, she didn’t always get his fluid signs. Usually, Jaime clarified when needed by printing a neat note. Emerson had as much difficulty reading his elegant handwriting as she did his signs.
“I didn’t understand that last sign. Is it what?”
Jaime stopped her a second and handed her his Bluetooth earbud. He typed the question in and she listened to the voice she’d come to associate as his.
God! I wish you could just talk to me like this. We could be a lot closer. I just can’t get around the idea of trying to make love without being able to hear his voice. We’d constantly have to interrupt things to sign or for him to type into his app.
“Oh. Yes, practical.”
Jaime was momentarily taken aback by her suggestion that they could be making love if he could talk. He liked Emerson. He was sympathetic to her secret life and desire to return to her lovers in France. But he had a girlfriend, and as attractive as he knew Emerson to be from her image in the mirror and her outfit on Monday, he wouldn’t actually have sex with her. He was sure she wouldn’t either. He thought.
“The Hue/Value/Chroma color space has a better representation of what we actually see. RGB and CMY both are kind of flat spaces. Every color gets equal representation in a color wheel. But all colors are not equal. In the three-dimensional HVC system, we can immediately see that yellow, for example, is much lighter than blue. It isn’t directly opposite as it would be on a flat color wheel. Once I have an HVC formula for the color, I can translate it to any other color model, like RGB, CMY, HLS, Pantone, or Munsell. So, it gives me a single color model to plot all the data into without worrying about ink colors, fabric dye colors, or the range of a rainbow.”
“Wow! That’s brilliant. You can grab a sample of any color and plot it, independent of its own color space. I like it.”
Then kiss me. God! Emerson, get ahold of yourself. He just likes your invention, not you. It was just a fantasy.
“Thanks. Do you think it will work?”
“I think the input side is genius. If you only developed that for the class, you’d still be ahead of what I’m doing. It’s the predictive output that I’m not sure of. Once you see the mass of color information, how do you predict the next hot color?” Jaime typed.
“Yeah. I’ve run some experiments. I enter a series of color values and have the algorithm predict what color comes next in the series. That works, but it’s based on the sequence of colors. I think I still need to have a fourth input that I haven’t even started yet—maybe over winter break. It’s a time-value. If I have a hue of 280º, a value of 80%, and a chroma of 45%, I still need to plot that on a timeline in order to see what comes next. I’m hoping to generate a simple value first. What is the hot color of 2001? 2002? 2003? That would give me the basis for a single color pick for 2025. It’s too general to be practical for a broad spectrum of uses, but if I limited it to colors in fashion, it might be useful.”
Finding the hot color for each year could kill me. What do I sample?
“I see. If you collect a whole bunch of samples, how do you weight them according to their importance, even in one industry? For example, if you have one fashion designer who simply falls in love with purple for a season, how important is that compared to the color palettes of a dozen other designers, none of whom use purple?”
“Oh, crap!”
I’ve been paying too much attention to methods of collecting colors and a timeline for each to consider the weighting of them. This whole project is useless! How can I weight the value of a fifth variable? Shit shit shit! I must look like an idiot to Zip!
“I think your whole concept is brilliant. It’s probably more than anyone is tackling for our class. I finally settled on just allowing a user of my TTS to record his own voice and change the frequencies or tone. And I didn’t mean to introduce another complication. I was just thinking that this had a lot more development that could be done in the future. You could probably sell the concept based on what you’ve done so far. For any series of colors, you could predict the next color, but with your use of the HVC model, you could also turn that final value into an entire color scheme by using complementary and contrasting colors.”
I’d fuck him right here on the desk. How can he be so encouraging while pointing out the flaws in my design? And then point out an expansion for it that is brilliant! It’s almost like he knows my own doubts. I was trying to ignore more complex inputs. I’m going home after school and… no, I have to go to the dentist right after school. Tonight, though. Tonight, I’m going to fuck myself into oblivion.
The class bell rang and Jaime was left with a vivid image of Emerson lying naked on her bed, using a huge dildo on herself.
Jaime and Keira and the Satellite
«Emerson gave you this?» Keira asked when she took Jaime’s hand to go to the bus stop.
«She was pretty vivid about imagining what she wanted to do.»
They shared Emerson’s fantasy, including her thoughts that she wanted to fuck Jaime, and if Keira was part of the deal, she was okay with that, too. By the time they reached Keira’s house, they were both a little shaky.
«I love you,» Keira whispered as she and Jaime kissed at her front door.
«So much! I love you more than ever. I want you more than ever. I believe I need you. You make me complete—something I’ve only imagined being.»
«More. Kiss me more.»
Oh, God! I didn’t think I was going to imagine them this afternoon, but when they pop into my mind it’s almost overwhelming. I need to get inside so I don’t make a spectacle of myself at the front door!
«She’s right. We’re still on your front steps,» Jaime whispered in Keira’s mind.
«Yes. We should stop. I want you so much!»
They slowly pulled away from the public display they were creating with each other. Then they hugged, putting their cheeks next to each other.
Now where was I? Just getting that delicious feeling when we kiss. It’s… damn… I lost it.
«Bedtime tonight?» Jaime asked.
«I know it seems kind of formal to make this arrangement in advance, but we don’t have another opportunity today. Make love to me tonight. Show me how much you love me.»
«Are you sure? We’ll be missing the… um… physical part.»
Oh, I’ll provide all the physical I could want. Bedtime is a good idea. I need to make dinner for Mom now.
«Tonight.»
Please feel free to send comments to the author at devon@devonlayne.com.
