Chapter 12: Graduation Day

June 9th, 1989

The sun was shining in my eyes quite annoyingly as Higgs droned on and on about the future. I was sitting in a hot metal folding chair, sweating under my BLACK robe and BLACK cap at our graduation ceremony.

Looking to my left and right, all I could see were my fellow male classmates all sweating like me but with one important difference ... They all had shades.

Sunglasses, I mean. You know. Tinted or reflective lenses that protected your optical senses from the sun’s bright luminous intensity. Shit, even the girls across the aisle had sunglasses as far as I could tell. Only I and two or three others had been thoughtless enough not to bring any, and man, I really wanted mine right then and there.

I squinted and then suddenly grinned as I came up with a plan. I quickly sought out the right mind for the job to save me from the sun’s nasty glare.

My first obstacle was the fact that my sunglasses were locked up in my car, but when my mobile pair of eyes reached my car, I happily saw I hadn’t forgotten to crack my sunroof to keep my car from getting too hot.

Shit. Even with it cracked open, it was still hot as an oven in there. But I managed to wiggle my sunglasses out through the crack of my sunroof with the help of another appropriated body, and then my sunglasses were quickly on their way to being delivered.

I had been concentrating so hard on the covert operation taking place in the parking lot that I didn’t realize Higgs had finally finished speaking and was about to start handing out the pieces of paper that basically was an IOU for one high school diploma to the bearer of.

It wasn’t until the guys sitting next to me stood up that I realized what was going on. I had some trouble coordinating myself plus two others, but I wasn’t about to release control over my two helpers. those sunglasses cost me almost a hundred bucks!

I nearly tripped over chair legs twice while following the guy in front of me, and I was really starting to sweat after accidentally dropping my sunglasses and barely rescuing them before they hit the ground.

By the time I reached the aisle, however, I had myself in my sights. So I took three steps away from the others, turned and looked up in the sky, covering my eyes with my hand while holding the other out to catch my glasses as I released them from my claws.

Okay, so I was showing off. But hell, it was my graduation. Everyone in the stands knew who I was more or less, so I couldn’t help but stir things up and give them something to remember me by besides being that kid who got kidnapped all the time. And having a blue jay bring me my sunglasses was way too cool to resist not doing.

So after I nonchalantly put my shades on and got back in line like nothing had happened, I just couldn’t help but grin like a fool while the few moments of silence my little scene had caused came to an end with a sudden surge of discussion from the stands and the seats alike.

Dr. Higgs’s chuckled into the microphone before he tried to make it appear he was clearing his throat. When our eye met, I looked at him over the brim of my sunglasses and we shared one of those moments like I had with my mom at her wedding.

When our private moment ended, instead of getting emotional or saying anything, I just let him have one of my best toothy grins as I pushed my glasses back up my nose, covering my eyes completely to my eyes’ delight.

Since they were alternating boy and girl rows and had started with the girls, Suzi Aster had been the third person in line, while I, being a double B (Boy and Brandton, ) was something like twentieth in the line. Joey’s row was just standing up when Ms. Pine called my name and the irony of her being there just kind of hit me in the face as I stepped up to them.

Ms. Pine was the assistant principal who Higgs had let himself form a crush over my freshman year, and that in turn had led to my revealing my abilities to him in order to cut a deal for the room on the third floor.

When Dr. Higgs handed me the worthless piece of paper and held out his hand for a shake, I hesitated, then carefully took off my sunglasses and slowly folded them up.

Higgs started to ask what I was doing when I handed both the fake degree and my sunglasses to Ms. Pine, but he didn’t get past the “Tim, what” before I gave him the hug I really needed to give him, shrugging off the fact I was in front of the entire graduating class at the time.

“Thanks,” I said somberly after we exchanged pats on the backs and broke apart. “Thanks for being my friend.”

He nodded, then we both sniffed and wiped our eyes while the hoots, hollers and aws died out from my fellow graduates.

I took my sunglasses and the scroll of paper from the bewildered Ms. Pine, then after putting my sunglasses back on, I looked up at her and thought aloud, “What the hell.”

Before she knew what was happening, I had Ms. Pine in my arms and leaning backward as I kissed her on the lips, giving her the full Tim Brandton telepathically tuned custom kiss with just little tongue.

As the crowd went crazy and Higgs groaned his frustration into the microphone, I whispered to her, “And thank you too.”

I was halfway down the steps going back to my seat when Ms. Pine recovered enough to accidentally say over the PA, “Thanks? For what?”

Not many heard her since the guys were doing their best to cheer me on, and nobody but her heard my reply which was, <Thanks for just being you.>

Higgs had to nudge her gently to snap her out of her daze, and for the remainder of the ceremony, she kept glancing over at me. Of course, a few times were to glare at me after a few of the other guys tried to steal a kiss from her as well.

Joey played it cool and didn’t try anything when it was his turn, but I was feeling pretty mischievous from all the positive attention and feedback I had been getting. I couldn’t help but make the crowd hoot his name out a couple times as he shook Higgs’ hand and turned to walk back to his seat.

Heh. But he knew how to ham it up when the opportunity arose. After they started hooting his name, Joey held up his scroll above his head and yelled at the top of his lungs like a champion claiming his prize.

Oh, then there were some real characters in our class. Heh. Dr. Higgs got a couple of kisses himself. Three girls in a row gave him a kiss instead of a handshake, and then Dennis Meyer followed immediately afterward and couldn’t resist. Heheh ... Dennis was too cool for anyone to even consider he was gay (which he wasn’t, I checked), and there were people nearly rolling in the aisle after seeing and hearing that smack on the lips.

But by the time they got to the Ns, I had to blanket the guys to stop their attempts to kiss Ms. Pine. Heh. Okay, so I toyed with the idea of having her give everyone a kiss after they got their paper and handshake from Higgs, but that would have been going too far. Besides, she had a reputation as a flirt to uphold.

Joey and I yelled and hooted for Brad and anyone else we knew well when their name was called, and by the time the last giant joint wrapper was handed out, we were hoarse and needing a drink pretty bad.

After the traditional cap tossing (and ducking), the band started playing our song and we filed out in twos without any further incidences.

Suzi waited at the door where everyone was going through in order to turn in their robes and check out, and that’s when I first caught her own mischievous aura, not to mention her flushed cheeks.

“What?” I simply asked, then watched her blush even deeper as she put her finger to her lips.

When Joey came in the door, I knew for sure something good was up when he looked at Suzi and said, “I can’t believe nobody noticed!”

“Notice what?” I said, mirroring his grin instinctively.

“Show him, Suz,” Joey said as the last of the sweating graduates rushed past us.

Suzi silently looked down the hall to make sure nobody was looking, then lifted her robe up.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets when I caught the flash of her naked crotch, then exclaimed, “Holy shit!” as it sank in.

“Suz, you don’t have ... You’re...” I said before Suzi hushed me by putting her finger over my lips.

I stood there in total disbelief as Joey and Suzi walked away with grins on their faces, and it took me a few moments to realize my lips had something on them and used a finger to see what it was.

“Heh. What a slut,” I chuckled, then licked the rest of her nectar off my lips as I hurried to catch up.

When I fell in step with them, Joey asked, “Hey, you have time for a quick fuck?”

“Sure, I guess,” I said before slipping my hand beneath Suzi’s robe and getting myself another sample from her honey box.

“Shit Timmy,” Suzi gasped as I did that, then watched me with hungry eyes as I cleaned her juices off my fingers.

I said evilly, “Mmmmm. Someone tastes really good.”

Joey chuckled, then said, “Hey, if you two want to get started now, I can take your robes back for you.”

“But,” Suzi started to say, then after a moment of thought, she planted her feet, reached down and pulled her robe right off.

The exclamations of several of our classmates down the hall nearly caused Suzi to double over as she experienced the rush of her exhibitionism, and by the time I had taken my robe off and Joey walked away with all three of our robes, Suzi was almost ready to bonk me with my clothes on.

“Joey, we’ll be down in the girls’ locker room, okay? Like one for the road.”

“Yeah, that’s perfect!” he said over his shoulder.

“Ughh,” Suzi said as more people caught a glimpse of her from around the corner.

“Come on, hot stuff,” I said while taking her arm. “This way.”

By the time we reached the girls’ locker room, the janitor was holding the door open for us, naturally giving Suzi a good look over that stirred her up again.

“I feel so slutty,” she admitted as we entered the cool darkness deep inside the locker room, heading for the shower area.

“Yeah, I know,” I said as I stopped at the soda machine to buy us some drinks while I felt Joey blanket the last group of people who had seen Suzi naked like that. “What kind do you want?”

“Sprite,” she replied as she pulled my shorts down and fondled my hard cock. “On second thought...”

“Heh, like that would quench...” I began as she kneeled and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

“Um,” I said a moment later while watching the strand of spit linking her outstretched tongue and the lips of my cock stretch and finally break. “Shit, that was hot.”

She grinned up at me, then stuck her tongue out again and began painting my cock with her spit, but just as I was really getting into it, she stopped and said, “Shit, I think I do need that drink.”

“What?” I said, blinking to clear my thoughts. “Oh. Heh. Sprite, right?”

I pushed the button and the can tumbled out, then after Suzi stood up and started gulping it down, I pulled my shirt off and took a couple of swigs of my Dr. Pepper before getting down on my knees and lapping up what hadn’t dripped away from her juice box.

By the time Joey finally arrived, half of my soda was a puddle on the floor underneath my legs as we 69ed with a vengeance. We didn’t even know he was there until his KY lubed cock pressed up against Suzi’s rose above my face, and it was the sight of his cock sliding into her shithole that triggered my orgasm.

Joey fucked her ass in pushup style, and this time he let himself cum at the first climax. Suzi came last with the help of my invisible cock, and twenty minutes after the rest of the graduates had left the school building, Joey, Suzi and I walked out with that freshly fucked and showered look for the very last time.

Driving up the rec center’s back entrance that evening, I saw a falling star shoot across the twilight sky. I stopped the car, closed my eyes and made a wish, then had to shrug off the empty feeling my wish had generated when I continued up the drive.

I wasn’t the first grad to get there, but I was one of the first. Since all my equipment was already there and wouldn’t even be touched until a couple of hours before dawn, I was at a loss as to why I had come so early.

My spirits were pretty high and it apparently showed from all the bright eyes and smiles I kept getting back from people as I greeted them.

And then Gloria Harr arrived.

Earlier that week, Gloria caught Brad fucking Sandi when she paid them an unannounced visit. She took it badly and wouldn’t talk to him the rest of the week, so Brad begged me to let him tell Gloria about the things I could do and help convince her it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

So when I saw Gloria coming in and heading towards the girls’ room to change into her complimentary all night graduation party t-shirt, I decided it was as a good time as any and hurried over to catch her.

“Hi yah, sexy,” I said as I fell in step beside her.

“Well, hi sexy to you too,” she said as my grin started to show up on her face. “I see you’ve been here a while.”

“About a half-hour,” I said, stretching my shirttail out so I could get another look at what some people had wrote on my shirt. “But don’t worry. I’m saving you a spot on my left sleeve.”

She let out a pretty giggle, and for a moment, I forgot I was talking to her for a reason besides looking at her pretty face.

But then her smile faded and she stated, “Wait. This is going to be about Brad, isn’t it?”

“I’m afraid so,” I said as we walked into the girls’ room.

“What a slimeball,” she spat. “Do you even know why I’m not talking to him?”

“I do. You saw him fuck his sister in the butt Tuesday.”

“And you approve?” she said a bit disgusted before slipping her shirt off behind the door of a stall.

“That’s what I have to talk to you about. I’m sort of responsible for Brad and Sandi’s ... uh, relationship.”

“You?!?” she said, opening the stall door and glaring at me. “What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you wondered how Brad managed to get you both out of class whenever you felt like it the last month?”

“Don’t try to change the subject,” she said as we walked out of the restroom.

“I’m not. I’m the one who got you both out of classes, and I’m the one who ... Shit. It makes things a lot easier if I just show you and get it over with. Pick someone.”

“Pick someone? For what?”

“Hey Jeff! Jeff Little! Come ‘ere a sec,” I called over to the big jock who was trying to convince his buddy the coffee was spiked.

Jeff was one of the guys who had played football with me and Joey sophomore year and had been on the varsity team our junior and senior years.

“What are you going to do?” Gloria asked a little nervously.

“Yeah?” Jeff said, giving Gloria the once over with his eyes.

“If Gloria showed you her tits, would you agree to be her slave for ten minutes?”

“What?” they both exclaimed before Jeff added excitedly, “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m not going to show him anything,” she said as she lifted her shirt up and gave Jeff an eye full. “I thought you were okay, but your just another slimeball like Brad.

As she lowered her shirt, Gloria snapped at Jeff, “What are you staring at, prick?”

Jeff’s lecherous grin vanished before he said, “Your breasts, mistress.”

“What?” she said as I undid the block on her consciousness and she realized what she had done.

Jeff repeated subserviently, “I was staring at your breasts, mistress.”

“Okay, what’s going on,” she said with a nervous smile. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

I said, “Nope. It’s no joke. Order him to do something to convince you.”

“Strip, and give me twenty,” she blurted out.

“Yes, mistress,” Jeff happily replied as he pulled all his clothes off and got down to start his pushups.

Gloria watched with wide eyes as he did the first twelve, then scanned the surrounding area to see if anyone else noticed what was going on.

I said, “I made everyone ignore whatever we do over here, just like how I made you take off your bra while you changed shirts and then show Jeff your breasts. And right now, Jeff would do whatever you told him, even if it meant public humiliation, jail, or even death.”

Gloria took a deep breath, then looked me in the eye and said, “Stop it. Whatever it is you’re doing, just stop it!”

I smiled warmly and nodded, then slid off the edge of the table I had been sitting on and motioned towards the restroom, having sensed her nagging discomfort of not having a bra on under the simple T-shirt.

She hesitated, but then noticed Jeff had slipped his shorts and shoes back on and was walking away like nothing had happened while pulling his shirt on. After watching him rejoin his friends without even glancing back at her, she gathered up her courage and started walking with me.

As we walked, I told her about Sandi and what I had done to help her, and we ended up standing twenty feet away to the entrance of the restroom as she asked me more questions than I could have imagined her ever asking.

I knew the moment Brad caught a glimpse of us talking, and his eyes never left us. Gloria had no idea he was there, and when she suggested we go sit down somewhere, I realized we still hadn’t addressed the main issue yet.

“I think that table is reserved for us,” I said, nodding towards Brad sitting with his back to a table, fidgeting with his keys nervously.

When Gloria looked over at him, Brad broke his image of being the most smooth and self-confident guy in our class by freezing, dropping his keys, then partially falling out of his chair when he tried to snatch them back up from under his seat.

Gloria said softly, “Wow. He’s really a mess, isn’t he.”

“Yes, he is. Brad’s a really soft-hearted guy and he’s learned not to give his heart out too easily in order to protect himself. For the past two years, he hasn’t had any serious girlfriends because he was honor-bound not to fool around with his sister behind their back. You’re the first girl he’s fell for since Brook our freshman year, and Brook knew about Sandi. He’s all torn up because he wants to be with you but can’t resist his sister when she ... well, wants her brother’s love. I mean, for the past couple years, he’s never wanted to be with anyone but his sister until you came along. They’re both trying to adjust to that change. You really caught them at a moment of weakness.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go and talk to him. But tell me this. If you can change people with a simple thought, why didn’t you just make Brad and his sister lose interest with each other after she was okay?”

“It’s not that easy to alter a person long term like that. The thing with Jeff ... Jeff’s conscious mind was asleep. His subconscious mind was in control with something like a hypnotic suggestion making him obey you. Making people stop wanting something they’ve spent years wanting takes a lot of work. That’s what got them into the predicament they’re in.”

“Sounds like a cop-out, but I’ll buy it for now. Damn. He is the best looking guy in town and good in bed too. I guess I’d be a fool to not give him a second chance,” she said before walking away towards Brad who stood up so fast he sent his chair flying to the ground.

I joined Joey and Suzi in the dance hall after seeing Brad and Gloria were getting along okay without me and was pulled onto the dance floor by Dawn, the ex-ring slave who shared losing her virginity with John Whitman our sophomore year.

“You ever hear from John?” Dawn asked while we danced separately to the beat.

“Nope. Actually, as far as I know, he still thinks I’m dead.”

“Huh? How come you didn’t write to him or something?”

“Simple. I don’t know where he lives.”

“Florida.”

“Well, yeah. I knew that much,” I laughed.

“St. Petersburg. I got his address from him before he left. We wrote to each other for a couple of months after he moved, but I haven’t heard from him since before Christmas.”

“Wow. I didn’t know you two were...”

“We weren’t. But we both went to your funeral by ourselves, and we just sort of ended up holding hands and stuff.”

I threw her a questioning look at the “stuff” bit but didn’t push it when she avoided it by saying, “I’ll call you sometime and give you his address if you like.”

“Please do. That’d be great. So ... You still going with that guy you were with at the prom?”

“His name is Jim, and yes, I’m still going with him, but it’s just until we both leave for college. We’ve already decided there isn’t much point of trying to keep something going when we’re going to separate schools like that.”

“That’s too bad,” I said as I tried to ignore how vulnerable I felt thinking of Suzi and Joey going off to college without me that fall.

“I’m glad to see you, Joey and Suzi getting along again,” she said after the song changed and we fell into its groove.

“So am I. I don’t know what I would have done without them the past month or so,” I said, looking over at them. My eyes became glassy as they danced, the music seemingly fading from my senses.

“Hey,” Dawn said, touching my cheek and turning my head to look back to her. “You’re dancing with me, remember?”

It took me a moment to shake my worries from my head, then as the music rushed back to its normal volume, I smiled at her and said, “Sorry. I remember.”

“So how come you guys never worked up another dance routine for us?” she asked after a few minutes.

“I guess we just never got around to it, that’s all,” I said with a twist. “Why? Did you want to?”

“Well I ... I didn’t mean now or anything.”

“I didn’t mean now either, but you know? That’s not a bad idea,” I said as I felt the room out for likely participants.

“I really don’t think...” Dawn began before gasping as she felt her breasts tighten up like they had back in our sophomore year.

“Are you sure you don’t want to participate?” I asked, sincerely. “I doubt you’ll ever have the chance to do another Timmy dance.”

She looked around, then wet her lips anxiously as she snuck a feel of her tightly firmed up breasts through her T-shirt

Then she said, “Oh, what the hell. I’m in.”

“Cool. Let me get Joey in on it and we’ll see what we can come up with. Go to the ... uh ... TV room is empty right now. Go find Rachael and Gwen and tell them what’s up and meet us in there in say fifteen minutes.”

“Rachael? I thought only us ringers remembered.”

Ringers was what they had called themselves after my funeral.

I said, “Yeah, well, Rachael and few others are sort of ex-slaves themselves. Just not ringers. I’ll tell you later.”

Twenty minutes later, Joey and I were getting earfuls of ideas from seven excited women. It was strange how the three ex-ring slaves sort of banded together against the four ex-Timmy sluts despite all having danced together as a team back then.

Joey and I ended up doing little but referee and once in a while explain why something they wanted to do was impossible. Shit. They all had really cool ideas, and it amazed Joey and I to find they had been working on some of them ever since we stopped doing the topless dance routine. Even the four who hadn’t remembered doing it until recently had secretly been dreaming of doing something like that ever since.

When Suzi came in to see what our plans were in case she might like to join in, that’s when it started to get a little crazy. Suzi pointed out that it wasn’t much of a show with only seven girls performing for two guys, and to our chagrin, she suggested making it a real show for anyone who would care to get in on it.

At first, only Robin was up for that, she apparently shared Suzi’s thrill at the concept of all those people seeing her partially naked like that. But Suzi used her persuasive talents on the rest - not to mention a little telepathic manipulation of their body’s senses - and in the end, they agreed to go even further than what they had at first planned just for Joey and me. And to top it off, they went out and recruited more of the girls who had danced topless back then.

The three ex-ring slaves, Dawn, Robin, and Gwen, helped Suzi prepare the new girls for their dance while Joey and I tackled the massive job of sorting out who would like to see the show, who would be in the show, and who would be playing bingo on the other side of the partitioned rec hall.

Rachael and the other three ex-Timmy sluts basically helped Joey and I by working crowd control. Shortly after midnight, we had a pretty full house in the dance area, thirty one excited yet nervous girls ready to bare it all so they’d have first row seats to the seventeen studs doing the same afterward. Other than Suzi, every girl had either been one of my flock, a ring slave or a Timmy-slut.

The only commands we used on the crowd were to ensure everyone there kept the whole thing under their hats afterward. The four ex-Timmy sluts convinced me the worst thing we could do would be to make them forget what happened. And to keep it as simple as possible, Joey and I only helped the dancers to keep in time with each other.

Okay, so we would also motivating the dancers by stimulating them throughout their dance routine, and that was pretty easy to do with the girls since all we had to do was link their sex drives with Suzi’s and let nature run its course.

You know, even though it wasn’t very complimentary to Suzi’s image to be one of the dancing strippers, I couldn’t help but admire her natural leadership ability as she organized the show, worked out the girls dance routine, and then like a true leader she led the others into the middle of the room after they all had run down to the showers to get their T-shirts wet.

From the moment they walked out into the crowd and formed a circle around the guys who would be performing for them after their dance, Joey and I had no eyes but for Suzi. We of all people KNEW the others would only be following her moves through their linked sex drives. And despite the fact she was already dripping from what she was about to do in front of all those people, the only way her fear and self modesty didn’t overwhelm her was by focusing on the idea that she was just dancing for the two of us.

Since Joey and I were part of the seventeen “Chippendale” dancers, we were right there in front of her, and as the music rocked her back and forth while her hands slinked up and down her body’s curves, Joey and I just sort of tuned out the crowd and the other dancers as Suzi worked her magic on us.

Erotic doesn’t even begin to describe it really. The motions of her hands across her wet clothes clinging to her skin, their circling of certain areas of her body, the rhythmic movement of her ass as she made two slow 360s while rubbing circular paths all over her dripping wet figure ... And the four groinal thrusts as the music changed to a different beat nearly knocked me over.

I glanced over at Joey and ended up sharing a dazed grin with him before returning our attention to Suzi shaking her booty to a song which most of us hadn’t heard before but would later be well known to the whole US of A later the next year.

Oh, so horny ... Ohh, so, so horny ... Oh, so horny.

Me love you long time

Oh, so horny ... Ohh, so, so horny ... Oh, so horny.

Me love you long time

Me, so horny ... So, so horny ... Me, so horny.

Me love you long time.

Me, so horny ... So, so horny ... Me, so horny.

Me love you long time.

The looks she gave us as she mouthed those words, the way her hands kept traveling up and down the front of her shirt and shorts ... I had to slap myself hard just to make sure it was really happening.

Sittin’ at home with my dick on hard, I got the black book for a freak to call.

Picked up the telephone then dialed the seven digits.

Said yo this is Marquis baby, are you down with it?

I arrived at her house, knocked on the door.

Not having no idea of what the night had in store.

As Suzi turned her back to us, Joey and I looked at each other with grins of disbelief, confirming to each other we had heard the words right, but then bolted our attention back to our wiggling worming woman as she kneeled and bent over backward to look at us.

I’m like a dog in heat, a freak without warning.

I have an appetite for sex ‘cause me so horny.

Oh, me so horny ... Ohh, so horny ... Oh, me so horny.

Me love you love time.

Oh, me so horny ... Oh, so, so horny ... Oh, me so horny.

Me love you long time.

My eyes had been glued to her face while she lip-synced the Oh, me so horny bits, not catching the fact her bending backward turned into laying down on her back until her legs shot up in the air and she started to slowly hump her wet shorts.

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