Chapter 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!