Soulmates
20
Jealousy
Jaime and Keira and Emerson and Trayce
«ARE YOU THERE, lover?» Jaime whispered to Keira when he got to bed that night. The two had become accustomed to simply whispering the other’s name to connect. They didn’t know the actual range, but they were each in the back of the other’s mind throughout their normal day at school and home.
«I’m here. Kisses.»
They were not in physical contact with each other, but the memory of kissing on Keira’s front porch, relived by each of them, brought the sensations to life. They felt closer together with a much stronger connection. Jaime noted the distant connection did not open them to their surroundings as much as being physically in touch.
«I love you so much. I wish we were together, touching and holding each other,» Jaime whispered to her.
«Like we were at my house? Jaime, I don’t know if I could keep the restriction of staying above the waist next time. Or staying clothed. I want you so much.»
«Our satellite wants us to do even more. Let me kiss your breasts again,» he answered.
«Yes. Like that. I want to feel you touching me. I want to feel you in me.»
«Like this?» Jaime asked as he projected the image captured from Emerson in school earlier in the day. «God! Look at the size of that. I’m not nearly as big as that.»
«I’m glad! I’m sure I couldn’t take all of that. In fact, I don’t think she can. I love the feeling of it rubbing up and down through my juices, though. Can you feel it?»
«I’m really sensitive right at the tip now. Mmm. Show me how to rub it against your clit.»
«Yes. Rub me there. I’m so ready for you.»
«I want to feel me pressing inside you.»
«Yes! Just the tip. No. More. Like that. I feel you going inside me.»
«I feel you… I feel me… What are you using? It’s stretching me!» Jaime cried out.
«Stretching you? You must be feeling me. I feel so full. Oh, my God! Thrust!»
«What’s… Keira? That’s not our feeling!»
«Jaime! It’s Emerson! She’s using that thing and thinking about… us!»
«Oh, gee! She’s tormenting my vagina. Only I don’t have a vagina! Ah! Out! In!»
He has a girlfriend. That’s okay. Dom had a girlfriend. Raquel and I shared him. Or maybe Dom and I shared her. Or they shared me. I wonder if Keira’s bush is full and red like her hair? I don’t care if she’s a wooly mammoth! I’ll eat her while Jaime fucks me. Yes! I’m so close!
«I’m being fucked! By you, but she’s controlling the motion. And I can taste me on her tongue! Or someone. She was lovers with both of them. Oh, yes. Push faster, lover,» Keira gasped.
«I’m… I can only go at the speed she sets. It’s like she’s controlling my thrusts in her rhythm.»
«Kiss her nipples some more. Mine. Suck on me!»
Emerson touched her breast as she continued to thrust with the dildo. Keira supposed correctly that she couldn’t take it all, but she thought it was the size she remembered. The pussy she’d been licking, though, hadn’t had a red bush. It was shaved bare. Raquel’s pussy. But it was Keira she was imagining.
«I’m not going to last much longer. Oh, Keira, I love you so much!»
«I want to wait for her, but I’m not going to… Oh, god! She’s coming.»
«Oh God!»
«Oh God!»
Mon Dieu!
«What are you doing? What are you doing? Who is she?»
«Lover?»
«You can’t be with her! You’re mine! Send her away! Send her away!»
It took an effort on Jaime’s part to completely sever the connection with Emerson, who was just getting ready to ramp up again.
«Lover? You’ve joined us!» he thought to their satellite.
«Of course I’m here! It’s my story. I won’t let you hijack it with another woman! Send her away!»
«She’s gone, honey. She was only a fantasy. She wasn’t with us.»
«I could hear her speaking French.»
«Her lovers are French. You came to us. We were afraid you wouldn’t get here!» Jaime said.
«You’re my characters! I don’t even understand how I’m talking to you and hearing you so clearly in my head. I must be mad!»
Jaime and Keira began putting little kisses around their lover’s face, sending her calming thoughts.
«I don’t understand. Ms. Dorn said if you hear voices in your head and they are ignoring you, you must be a writer. If they are talking to you, you have a different problem. I used to hear you, but you didn’t talk to me. Now I’m hearing you talking to me. I must be crazy!»
«What’s your name, precious?» Keira asked gently.
«Trayce,» she moaned as she began returning Keira’s and Jaime’s kisses.
«We don’t want to scare you, honey. You’re not crazy. You are one of the few people who can hear other people’s thoughts, like us. You’re only the second one we’ve ever met. And we’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you.»
«I don’t know what to think or what to do?» Trayce cried. «I thought you were characters I invented for my story. I have a lot of characters that are real enough that I can hear them talk.»
«You can write stories about us if you want,» Jaime said. «But we’re real people and you’ve been with us ever since our first kiss.»
«I love kissing you. I mean, imagining I’m kissing you,» Trayce said. «How can I be in love with voices in my head? It doesn’t make sense.»
«We got wrapped up with a fantasy of a school classmate, but we were really expecting to be with you tonight,» Keira said. «Isn’t it cool how we can all be in different places and still hold each other and make out.»
«Wait! You aren’t even together?»
«No. We’re each at home. Are you at home, Trayce?» Jaime asked.
«Yes. I heard your voices this afternoon say, ‘bedtime.’ I was a little late to the party, I guess. You’d already started.»
«We were inviting you to join us. We just get a little carried away when we’re together in our heads. There’s a lot to be considered about becoming physical in our affection. It always seems to multiply the effect of being in each other and feeling what the other feels and hearing what they’re thinking. So we’re trying to go slow as we adjust to the whole shared experience thing,» Keira said.
«And I just say, ‘Hey, let’s go!’ I’m sorry. Going slow is a good idea, but are we going to make love tonight? I mean in our heads? Really?»
«If you’d like.»
«Like? It’s only in my head, so why not? I might be dreaming. Kisses?»
«As many as you want,» Jaime said.
He connected deeply to Keira to share the experience of kissing each other with Trayce. She responded and welcomed the sensations.
«Mmm. So good. Your kisses just make me float!»
«That’s a good way to describe it. When we’re actually together, you wouldn’t believe how deeply we share things and how much we can read what’s around us.»
«Touches?» Trayce asked.
«Wherever you’d like,» Jaime whispered, reaching out in his mind to touch her breasts. Of course, the only frame of reference he had was touching Keira’s breasts and the feeling was transferred to Trayce from Keira. They were getting closer to all being in each other.
«You were… When you were with her, Keira, you were… licking.»
«I’ve never actually done it before. It was all her memories and my imagination,» Keira said.
«You have an imagination? Imagine… Imagine licking me,» Trayce directed. She still thought of them deep down as characters she was writing.
«Gladly, lover,» Keira said.
Jaime focused on kissing and sucking on Keira’s/Trayce’s nipples.
«Oh! Oh, yes. I feel it. You… Are you going to make love to me, Jaime?»
«Yes. We are both going to make love to you. We want you so much.»
«I want you. Oh, how I want you to be real. You could be my Christmas gifts.»
«When you’re ready.»
«Touch me! Touch me more! Kisses! Kisses! Lick! Suck!»
«Aren’t you glad you have two lovers?» Keira chuckled, imagining licking Trayce’s clit as she flicked her own.
«Nothing could possibly be this good in real life. I’m… Oh, yes!»
Keira and Jaime were swept up in Trayce’s orgasm and mentally collapsed, leaving themselves completely open.
«I never imagined you were so complex!» Trayce gasped.
«Well, people tend to be more complex than what books would indicate. We’ve only gotten this close when we were all having sex with each other,» Jaime said.
«You’re a mess!»
«Yes. I was just making love to two of the most wonderful girls on earth.»
«That other girl you were with?»
«No. You and Keira. You are the one we’re with.»
«I was so jealous. How can characters have such a grip on me that I felt betrayed?»
«You are going to have to decide,» Keira said. «If we’re imaginary, you can’t blame us if we go away. If we’re real, you need to invite us to meet you.»
«I need counselling. I should see a doctor. How can two characters in a story I haven’t even written be so complex—give me such a powerful orgasm? I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It must be me projecting that on you. I want you so much!
«Talk to Dr. Rose Edmonds.»
«Who’s that?»
«Look her up. You’ll see.»
«I love you. I love you both so much! I don’t want you to go away.»
«We love you, Trayce. We love you to the end of the world.»
Jaime and Keira and Trayce
When David announced that he had a date Friday night and wouldn’t be home for dinner, Jaime and Keira decided to have a TV date.
«Want to have spaghetti tonight?» Jaime asked.
«Sounds yummy. Want to eat me for dessert?»
«What?!»
«It’s just a thought. After our little adventure the other day, I’ve really been wondering what it would be like with the physical element in addition to the… um… Emerson’s memories.»
«I’m willing. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’d love to try. We need to set boundaries, though. If we aren’t going all the way, we need to know what’s acceptable and agree to an ironclad rule that we won’t go further,» Jaime said.
«Yeah. I didn’t mean to bring it up like that,» Keira said. «I mean, it was kind of an aside to myself, but I let it escape to you. Freudian slip, I guess. But if you’re willing, after we eat and choose a movie and kind of get used to being together so we can control ourselves, I think we could do more of, kind of full-body exploration. Just no penetration. Except in my mouth. If you eat me, it’s only fair that I return the pleasure.»
«Keira, you blow me away.»
«Later, I’m just going to blow you.»
The two teens were in an otherwise empty house with David not expected until well after ten. Jaime was betting he wouldn’t get home before midnight, based on a quick read of his thoughts for the evening. He didn’t expect to ‘get lucky,’ but he hoped they’d really spend some time enjoying their company and getting to know each other in a very non-work environment.
When Keira arrived, they immediately kissed, letting the feeling expand and linger. It might have been one of the most leisurely kisses they’d ever had, even though they were certainly passionate enough. In the house alone, they closed their senses to everything but each other.
«I need to stir the sauce,» Jaime said as he led Keira to the kitchen.
«I’ll start the salad. Is the water boiling for the pasta?»
«Yes, my love. Don’t make too big a salad. There’s way too much spaghetti and meatballs.»
«It’s always so difficult to stop eating that kind of meal. I don’t want to get overly full, though. I’d hate to have an evening with you where we both just sat around moaning about how we stuffed ourselves,» Keira said.
«I’m so nervous, I don’t know if I can eat anyway.»
«Oh, honey, there’s really nothing to be nervous about. We’re both going to love what we do tonight with no feelings of remorse. It’s excitement, not nerves.»
«I just want to contain my excitement enough that you have plenty of time to enjoy yours.»
«Do you think she’ll show up?» Keira asked.
«Haven’t you felt her this week? Since our rather dramatic time Wednesday, I’ve kind of felt her humming in the back of my mind most of the time. It’s almost like I feel the connection with you.»
«I have felt her. There was a time yesterday when I thought she was talking about us. I wonder who to.»
«I don’t know, but I’ve had an uncomfortable feeling about it. I couldn’t get a good reading on her and felt she must need privacy, so I didn’t want to force my way in. Something just felt off.»
«I’m sure we’ll find out.»
They managed to contain themselves through another kiss and dinner. After they’d cleaned up and made sure the leftovers were stored and the dishes washed, they went to the TV room. Jaime flipped on a random movie and the two settled on the couch together.
«Oh, I’ve always wanted to see this,» Keira said. «I might not be able to pay attention to you for a while!»
«Really? Um… Okay. We did plan a TV date.» Jaime was a little confused and disappointed.
«I’m kidding, doofus! I’m not interested in what’s on TV. I’m interested in the boy I’m watching it with,» Keira laughed.
«You really managed to spring that on me. Well played! I think we’re getting better at preserving our independence when we’re together. It’s feeling more natural.»
«Yeah. You could kiss me now,» Keira said.
«I’d love to.»
From then on, the teens let down some of the rigid barriers they’d held when making out previously. They explored each other’s mind as well as their bodies. Jaime let Keira know how starved for a woman’s attention he’d been, which had driven some of his voyeurism on his classmates.
Keira had her own demons to contend with, including her self-image and doubts about being lovable. It seemed they shared many of the same doubts and neuroses that their classmates did, even though they could readily see how wrong they were.
«It became, like, normal to be embarrassed about growing breasts,» Keira said. «Everybody else is embarrassed by it, so I might as well be, too. Besides, I’ve seen what boys actually think when they see a girl in the hall. They try to not let girls see them, but I swear, every time a boy sees a girl, he tries to see if our nipples are pushing through.»
«That’s why so many layers of clothes and heavy bras, even for girls who don’t need the support. And boys are always looking for a gap in your shirt buttons to see if they can glimpse the curve of your bare breast, your bra, or the bonanza: your nipple. Like now, your nipples are hard enough to see through your bra and everything,» Jaime said.
«Silly! I’m not wearing a bra. I wanted you to see them.»
«They… You are beautiful.»
«I’ll accept both compliments,» she giggled. «Yes. You can touch me.»
Jaime slid his hand under Keira’s T-shirt and moved upward to cup her breast and lightly stroke first one nipple and then the other. Keira settled into his embrace and kissed with even more intensity. She copied his movement and played with Jaime’s chest.
«I can’t tell if I’m excited by your touch on me or my touch on you,» he whispered. «It feels so good!»
«I think it’s both. It’s like being caressed in stereo. If I focus, I can feel your channel and I can feel my channel. When I let them blend, it’s more than the sum of the two.»
«The whole is greater than the sum of its parts,» Jaime quoted. «I read that somewhere.»
«Gestalt. Or I guess in its simplest form just synergy. Aunt Rose explained it to me once. Synergy is generally used for physical things, like the production of energy from a moving object when it collides with a stationary object. Gestalt is more psychological. Like when two people brainstorm an idea, they might get results that neither one would think of individually,» Keira said. They’d discarded their shirts and were pressed chest-to-chest as they continued kissing.
«We’re experiencing both at the same time,» Jaime said. «Maybe on a level no one else ever has.»
«Do you think we’re the first people who ever united their minds as they united their bodies?» Keira asked.
«The mere fact we both attend the same school and heard each other would indicate a much higher likelihood of it having happened before. There are seven billion people on earth. We can’t be the only two who have felt this way.»
«We’re the only two of us who have ever felt this way. Yes. Suck! Lick. Kiss all over my chest and stomach. I love your touch—your lips. You take my breath away.»
«I think our breathing and our heartbeats are in sync. I can feel every breath you take as I fill my own lungs,» Jaime said.
«Let me kiss your chest now. You’ve felt the sensations in my nipples. I want to feel your sensations. Are they as sensitive as mine?»
The two were totally wrapped up in each other, ignoring the movie playing in the background as they explored their bodies and relationship on the sofa. They were unrushed and had forgotten the rest of the world. All was silent but the entwining of their being with each other.
«Yes! Touch me. Let me push them down. I want to feel you touching me.» Keira kicked her trousers and underwear off her feet and let Jaime explore between her legs.
«You’re so slippery.»
«I’m so ready. Yes! Oh, my love! Is it terrible? Am I ugly there? Do I smell?»
«So beautiful. This might be the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.»
«Emerson’s memory of her girlfriend? That was pretty amazing.»
«This is far more beautiful. I could live on your juices. You are not smelly. Don’t even think that. You’re divine!»
«Oh, Jaime! Again! Your tongue. Do that again. I’ve never felt anything like it! I want you to make love to me.»
«I’m making love to you with my tongue. As much as I want everything, we promised only oral.»
«Yes. And no remorse. Oh, love! Are you going to come when I do?»
«I’m trying to experience your orgasm without losing control of my own. I don’t know if it will work.»
«We’re going to find out… in… just a… second. It’s so… Oh! So good!.
«Oh, God! What did you just do to me?» Trayce screamed in their heads. She was dazed with Keira’s orgasm.
«Trayce? Are you with us?»
«I knew if I settled down to masturbate, you’d show up. You love watching me, don’t you.»
«We were kind of too wrapped up in what we were doing to even notice when you joined us,» Keira said. «We were hoping you’d be here. Did you feel that? Wasn’t it the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced?»
«What did you do? I’m totally knocked out!» Trayce said.
«Jaime licked me to orgasm! And I’m about to return the favor.»
«You’re going to lick him? My God! You’re going to put him in your mouth? I was just going to stop to say… Oh well, I’ll ride along a while first. You’re really going to suck him?»
«Until he comes in my mouth and I swallow all he has to give,» Keira said. Jaime moaned.
«I can feel… I feel both my mouth getting full and I feel the sensation of me slipping in and out of my mouth! I can’t believe I’m feeling both. If he comes, I might choke on it while I’m coming. You’re so close,» Trayce gasped in their minds.
«I’m going to… Keira, you don’t have to take it in your mouth!»
«I want it, Jaime. I want to feel it. I want to taste it. I want to drink you up.»
«And come with you. Oh! I’m coming again!» Trayce called out.
«Me, too,» Jaime moaned as he shot into Keira’s mouth and she greedily swallowed. She found her own core and flipped the switch to her climax.
All three lay panting and basking in the closeness of their shared climaxes.
«That was an experience,» Trayce sighed. «It just shows the power of the mind. We can create such amazing things.»
«We’re so glad you are with us, Trayce. We’d have done more to include you if we’d known you were lurking nearby,» Keira said.
«I went to my room after dinner and undressed, lay down on my bed, and started masturbating. I knew if I got close, you’d show up. You did, and that proves my point. You’re a figment of my imagination. I saw that nice doctor today and he helped me.»
«He?»
«Dr. Schwartz. He got me right in when I called. He was so nice. He said it was time to put away my imaginary friends and focus on my schoolwork. He was right. Staying in my head for too long isn’t healthy. I need to go out and experience real life. Maybe I’ll have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Experimenting with this story has led me to realize I’m not opposed to that. But I’m throwing away my story notes and kissing you goodbye.»
«You’re lying to us,» Jaime growled at her. «You aren’t throwing things away. You love us.»
«I love the idea of you. True, I might have stray thoughts about you. Maybe one day I’ll dig out my notes and write the story. Until then there are many other things to do and experience. I just stopped by to say goodbye. And thank you for the powerful orgasms. That will last me for a while!»
«You know we’re in the back of your mind, just like you are in ours,» Jaime pled.
«Goodbye!»
With that, Trayce began to fade away from their consciousness as she built barriers between them.
«We love you,» Jaime and Keira whispered. But Trayce was not there. She was only a whisper in the backs of their minds.
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