Chapter 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.