Chapter 4

Sheila called Judy the next morning to check on her. Judy said she had slept well and was surprised how well-rested she felt. Sheila had left her with positive thoughts regarding sleep and how she would get a good night’s sleep. While they were chatting over the phone, Sheila tried to see if she could read the other woman’s thoughts, discovering it wasn’t possible. When she shared that with Eric, neither of them could decide if that was a good thing or not.

Eric took Sheila back to her place to change for work. She opened the car door and before she got our she asked, “Would you be upset if we didn’t see each other tonight?”

“Is everything all right?” Eric asked, worried.

“Oh lover, yes. It’s just my pussy is a little sore and I need some time to process everything that’s been happening. Other than that, everything is perfect. But thank you for caring.” Eric read Sheila’s thoughts, confirming that she was sore, and he understood. He recognized his own soreness as well. They made plans to go out Saturday evening.

When Eric broke for lunch, he headed off for his favorite place to eat. Sitting at the counter waiting for his lunch, he opened his mind and listened to others around him. Taking one person at a time, he concentrated on their thoughts.

One person he listened to, a woman named Anne, was preparing to go through an ugly divorce. Devastated, she’d walked in on her husband in bed with her best friend. Casually Eric turned on his stool to see what she looked like. When he spotted her, he was shocked. Anne was gorgeous. Why any man would leave her and take up with another woman was hard to believe. Eric wondered what the other woman must look like.

About to move to another person, Eric decided instead to stay with unhappy Anne for a while. He was curious to learn what kind of woman she was. Gently he moved through her thought patterns and found she was just as pleasant as her outward appearance. Eric started looking for positive things that had been said to Anne in the past.

Until she married her husband, she’d been a very positive person. Wealthy in her own right, her husband had browbeaten her to her present condition and lack of self-worth. The husband was trying to extract as much money from Anne as he could, and she didn’t know what to do.

Roaming through her thoughts, Eric found some past experiences that left good impressions on her, and he helped her to relive them and to savor the good feelings she’d received from them. Eric watched Anne’s face break into a smile and her body relax. When she rose from her table, Eric got up and followed her. They arrived at a building, and Eric was close enough he was able to open the door for her. He followed her to a bank of elevators and when one opened, she stepped in and he followed her. The door shut and Eric turned to her, “Ma’am, may I say something, and you won’t be offended?”

“What?” she asked, with trepidation.

“You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You have made my day better just seeing you. Thank you for allowing me to tell you that.”

Tears glistened in her eyes as she replied, “Thank you. How come I’ve never seen you before in this building.”

“I’ll be honest, I followed you in hopes I might get a chance to tell you how awesome you look.”

Eric sensed his comments were making her apprehensive, so he sent out pacifying thoughts. “You’ve no idea what your comments have done for me,” she remarked. Eric knew exactly what he was doing for her self-esteem. “I was having a really bad day, but you just made it a lot better.”

“What possibly could ruin the day for a woman who looks like you?”

She bowed her head and even though Eric couldn’t hear her words, he could read her thoughts. “Right now, my life seems to be falling apart.”

“Please look at me.” Anne looked up. “For some reason, I sense you’re having personal problems.” Without realizing it, she nodded.

“Remember, you get to choose how you feel. Don’t let anybody dictate how you’re feeling. If somebody is doing bad things to you, you need to dump that person. I know, as a stranger it’s easy for me to say and I have no idea what or who you’re dealing with. But trust me, things will get better.” Eric continued sending positive consoling thoughts to help her feel better about herself.

“Do you make a habit of following women and making them feel better?” She laughed.

“No, I looked at your beautiful face and I could see sorrow in your eyes. That was unacceptable. I wanted you to know there are others around who are impressed with you.” Eric continued to push more encouraging thoughts.

“I like the way you make me feel. Would you consider having lunch with me tomorrow?” she asked.

“I’d love to. I’ll meet you at the restaurant where I saw you tomorrow at noon.”

“It’s a date.” Eric sensed she was only partly sure she wanted to keep the date, so he planted the idea that if she skipped the date, she’d be very unhappy. “Please meet me tomorrow. I’d really like it if you would.” Eric sent the strongest thoughts he could, creating a desire in her to see him the next day.

That evening he called Sheila and asked her how she was feeling. “I’ll admit, I miss you. But I really do need to get some things done here at my place, and I really am a little sore.” she laughed.

“I miss you too. Tomorrow is Friday, you want me to come over tomorrow evening?”

“Call me. Maybe. But for sure Saturday evening.” Eric hung up and he didn’t know if he was pleased, Sheila didn’t know if she wanted to see him tomorrow evening or not. If she didn’t want to be with him, there would be Judy or Anne. Eric heard a voice in his head, “What about me?” It was Voluptas.

Another voice chimed in, “I want a turn. You can’t have him all the time.” It was Lesbia.

Eric’s thoughts snapped at the two of them. “I thought the idea was if any of you were going to visit either Sheila or myself, we’d hear a bell, so we knew one of you was present. When did that change?” Silence!

“I asked a question, and I want an answer.”

Voluptas’ thoughts were meek and apologetic. “I’m sorry. You’re correct. Both of us were out of line and I apologize.”

Lesbia’s thoughts filtered into his mind, “I too am sorry. It was wrong of us to eavesdrop and not let you know we were with you. Please forgive.”

“I have no problem with any of you observing me. I have nothing to hide. However, I’d like to know when any of you are present. I may need some advice or help, and it would be nice if I knew I wasn’t alone. Is that fair?” Eric thought.

Both aliens agreed. Eric heard a bell, and it was silent for a moment. Lesbia’s thoughts came through, “May I stay and communicate with you for a moment?”

“Yes. What is it Lesbia?”

“I know you’ve been intimately involved with Voluptas. Her thoughts are very guarded when it comes to you and Sheila. I was wondering if you’d consider doing the same things with me you’ve done with Voluptas?”

“I’ve no problem with that; but I need to confirm that Voluptas and Sheila approve. Voluptas was my first contact with your people, and I don’t want to jeopardize that relationship. I’m still working on what my relationship is with Sheila.”

“What do you want from them?”

“I want to hear them tell me they know you and I might do something and neither one has any problem with it. Can you do that?”

There was a long period of silence. “What if they don’t agree?” Lesbia asked.

“I’m positive Sheila will give her approval since we’ve already discussed it. I believe Voluptas and I have had similar conversations about the same subject. I need for you to have nothing on your mind but what we’re doing. One, or both, may want to either watch or participate.”

“I have no problem with them watching. However, I’d like to have you to myself the first time. What do you need me to do?”

“You know how to summon Voluptas?” She indicated she did. “Then contact Sheila and communicate with her your desires. They’ll both let me know what they want.” Eric sensed she was going to contact them immediately and he called her back. “I need tonight off, however. If everyone agrees, set it up for another night, please.”

Lesbia chuckled, “Yes, dear. I understand.” Eric swore he heard some of the others laughing. His main desire was to have everyone on board, so nobody felt the two of them were doing something behind anyone’s back.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ When Eric walked into the restaurant for his lunch date the next day with Anne, he immediately felt her presence. The place was full, but he guessed because she was thinking about him, he found her quickly. Approaching her table, he sensed she was still not sure she was doing the right thing. Eric sat down and instantly sent out thoughts she was doing the correct thing along with warm comforting thoughts regarding her divorce. “Hello.”

“Hi. I almost didn’t come. Actually, I don’t know why I did.”

Eric knew why she’d kept their date. “Let me guess,” he responded, “You need a friend who you can confide in. You need someone to talk to who wants nothing from you?” Eric got an impression from Anne that he might not find her attractive. He quickly continued, “In a way, that’s not true. I’d love to have something from you.” He leered at her and then laughed. Anne did too. “I’m not going to hit on you. You know how lovely I think you are. There’s no need to prove it. You need someone to talk to, you need a friend. Most of all you need somebody you can trust. Now, tell me how you’re doing.”

Eric noticed her eyes glistening, “I don’t know why I feel I can talk to you; I don’t even know you. But you make me feel safe; feel good and I can confide in you.”

“That’s why I’m here.” Eric continued to send thoughts of trust and compassion. He reached out and took her hand in his. “Talk to me.”

Anne proceeded to open up; share her hurt in discovering her husband’s cheating. She told Eric how it had destroyed her self-image. She’d always been a positive person, but now she was bitter and angry so much of the time.

Eric asked, “Do you remember when I told you nobody has the right to define how you view yourself? It is up to you to decide. You are a beautiful and very desirable woman.”

Anne nodded, “Right now, I don’t feel very desirable.” Eric sent out erotic thoughts of the two of them. As he moved through her thoughts about having sex, he discovered she had never climaxed. With her husband, she always faked her orgasms. Partly, because he never lasted long enough to see if she was satisfied, and partly from her strict upbringing. Her parents were extremely religious and had always warned her about the dangers of masturbation. Basically, she’d never had the opportunity to climax.

Anne was a virgin on her wedding night and her husband hadn’t taken the time or trouble to help her. She remembered a lot of pain in her first night with him.

Eric was only able to take Anne so far before her mind closed. Nothing he could send would get her interested again in any sexual activity. He walked her back to her building; on the way up to her office he asked, “Lunch Monday?” Anne nodded. “Will you be okay this weekend?”

“Yeah. I’m living on my own now; things are much easier.”