Chapter 5: College Life

August 18th - September 24th, 1987

“Jeff Wimble...” the middle-aged and nearly bald man called out.

“Here...” a voice said somewhere from the right side of the room.

“Is there anyone here I didn’t call?” the instructor finally asked.

I raised my hand, having gotten used to not being on the attendance sheet from the previous class I had been in.

“And your name is?”

“Tim Brandon ... That’s B r a n d o n.” I said, remembering to spell my last name without the t. “Yes, I graduated high school a year early and I’m only seventeen, I’m sure I’m in the right class, and no I haven’t gotten the book yet.”

“Well, at least you know the drill,” the instructor said after the class had finished rumbling their chuckles. “You know there is a lab for this class.”

“Yes, sir. I’m scheduled for the Thursday 2:00pm section.”

“Good. Anyone else?”

I ignored the few eyes still lingering on me and tried to focus on what the instructor was saying. It was very hard to keep my attention centered on anything while feeling the mixture of nearly a hundred students’ emotions around me.

My first class, History 101, had been just as large if not larger and I had nearly let the emotional tide take over. But the instructor luckily noticed my distress during role and made a point of asking who I was once she had finished calling the names on her sheet. After I forced my mind to answer her questions, I felt more in control and managed to keep the other’s emotions at bay.

That first class’s lecture hall had been large and everyone had spread out. But the hall I was in for chemistry was packed to its capacity, concentrating the emotions of a hundred or so people within a small space.

Chemistry 101 wasn’t exactly the most interesting class to take, and since it was a required course for a lot of various degrees, there were a lot of people letting their minds wander as the instructor began going over the basics that I already had had in high school last year. However, because the material was only somewhat familiar to me, I struggled desperately to concentrate on the lecture.

While the room was air conditioned, all those people made the room uncomfortably warm. Not that it was the reason I was sweating so hard. I was seriously straining my self-control before halfway through the lecture. I remembered how the twins had refused to go more than a few steps inside a club the previous year, and I now completely understood why. I could only imagine what it would have been like if I had entered the club that day. I probably would have passed out from the empathic overload.

Even though the people’s emotional states weren’t elevated, my heart was racing, my stomach was boiling with acid, and people were starting to notice my shaking hands and my nervous glances around me. I reached the point where I knew I had to get out of there, but I was literally trapped in the center of the room. Just the concept of trying to get up and climb/walk by all those people to get to the aisle made me nauseous. And I really wished I hadn’t thought about that since it made me feel even worse.

The only thing that saved me from screaming and running out of there was an Asian girl who accidentally looked in my eyes as I glanced at her. A full empathic connection formed instantly, and the pressure of the others dropped drastically. I felt her concern rise that something odd was happening, but I managed to push the relief I was feeling through the link to calm her worries.

Whoever she was, she was the cool collective type, and that was exactly what I had needed right then. I opened myself up to accept every bit of her emotional steadiness, basking in the single source of emotions while I relaxed physically and sensually.

After a minute, our staring was getting more attention than I liked. Since she sat a few rows back and closer to the aisle on my left, I was looking over my left shoulder, and my frozen stare was easily seen from the back half of the room. So I risked collapsing the link by diverting my eyes from hers and found it remained open even without the eye contact.

I held onto that link with every ounce of concentration I had. Once she stopped wondering about what had happened, I felt her go back to focusing on the professor.

That was strange. I could feel she wasn’t listening to what he was saying, but more like the way he was saying it and probably studying his body language too. She wasn’t really concerned about the subject, having a kind of confidence that what she knew already was more than enough to pass the class.

She simply didn’t feel like a college girl. There weren’t any of the usual college girl feelings in her, such as checking out the guys, looking for friends, or the concerns of how to organize her social life around her school schedule. I’m not saying that’s what all college girls are like, but most of them have at least one of those on their mind, if even for just a few moments.

But my benefactor had a sense of commitment to a task, yet that task wasn’t learning the class material. She was trying to learn something, it just wasn’t chemistry.

As it happened, I didn’t get much learning done myself. I was so focused on her that I was surprised when everyone started to pack up to leave. The link dissolved instantly, and I felt the pressure around me starting to build again. But that just made me move even faster, and after a few minutes, I was out in the hall where everyone was spread out.

It was noontime, and I was starving. My next class wasn’t for another two hours, so I went and checked out the food at my dorm’s cafeteria.

I was in line marveling at how there was a wide selection to choose from for lunch when I noticed her looking at me as she walked in and got in line herself. I could feel her eyes returning to look at me, and I wondered what she was thinking, but didn’t dare find out.

You see, one of the most important things my mom and dad stressed about keeping ourselves safe from detection was to not use telepathy unless absolutely necessary. Some telepaths had the ability to detect others using it, even when it isn’t being used on themselves. I didn’t mention to them I had figured that out for myself at Crow, but I did explain it to Joey and helped him adjust his own mental blinds like I had.

Both Joey and I were committed not to use telepathy of any sort, deciding we would have to depend on my empathic senses to get us the information we needed to know and his share link to communicate when we were apart.

While I was searching for mustard and ketchup for my burger, I missed her coming out with her food, and couldn’t see her anywhere when I realized it. I sat down at an empty table near the pinball games to study one of the machines, trying to keep my mind on something other than the emotions of the room.

A familiar voice said behind me, “Are you trying to figure out how to play? Or do you just like flashing lights?”

I opened my mouth to say hello to Leanne, but when I turned to the speaker, the rather large young woman standing at the other side of the table holding a tray of food in her hands was completely unfamiliar to me. She was at least a hundred pounds overweight, and from the looks of her food tray, she wasn’t trying to lose any of that.

“Huh?” was the only response my brain could muster.

“Never mind. You’re Tim, right?”

“Yes,” I said, shocked that anyone would know me here.

“I’m Alicia. Mind if I join you?” she asked cheerfully as she sat down.

“No. Not at all. Do I know you?” I asked, not certain if it was just her voice and having the name of my grandmother that made her seem so familiar to me.

I could have sworn I knew her. Even her face seemed familiar.

“That depends. Do you have an older brother named Bert?”

“Nope. As far as I know, I’m an only child,” I said, then thought to myself, Or at least I was until yesterday.

“Well, unless you have mistaken me for the Goodyear blimp,” she said while chewing, “you don’t know me.”

Fighting the temptation to probe her, I asked, “Then how did you know my name?”

“Oh. Sorry,” she said before taking a good-sized bite out of her taco. “We have chemistry together. I thought you were pretty funny telling Speilman your name and shit like that, so I remembered your name.”

“I see,” I said, relaxing from sensing she was telling the truth.

“So, you live in the dorms?”

“Yeah. In Shaffer Hall.”

“Oh, really? I’m in Goods Hall. As soon as I saw the bathrooms in Shaffer, I said fuck this. A fat girl like me needs more elbow room.”

“Heh. Er, I didn’t have any choice on which dorm I got in. We were lucky to get a dorm room at all, not to mention one together.”

“So, where’s your boyfriend now?”

“Boyfriend?” I said, shocked by her insight into my life. And I still couldn’t get rid of that feeling that I knew her.

“You know, the other half of we. Unless you’re crazy and have an invisible friend or something.”

“Oh,” I said, trying not to show my relief. “Uh, Joe had to go back home. Family emergency. That kind of stuff.”

“Oh. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“You can ask. But I don’t give any guarantees on an answer.”

“Fair enough. Are you in love with that girl?”

“What girl?” I said, looking around.

“No, you dumb ass. That girl you were staring at in chemistry.”

“Oh. No. I don’t even know her.”

“Really? That’s good.”

“Why is that good?”

“Because I think you’re cute and I don’t like competition.”

“Shit. You’re direct, aren’t you?”

“Always have been, always will. And since we’re being direct, you should know I don’t plan to have sex until I’m married. So with that said, do you want to go out sometime?”

With a smile, I said, “Sure.”

“Good,” she said, popping the last french fry in her mouth and then wiped her hands and lips with her napkin. “How about tonight at seven. Meet me in Goods lobby, and don’t be late.”

And with that, she picked up her empty tray and left without looking back. She had eaten three times the amount I had bought, and I still had half my hamburger left. I sat there trying to figure out when she had time to eat it all when she had done most of the talking.

Then it hit me. I had agreed to go out on a date that night with her. I couldn’t believe it. In five minutes, I had gone from not knowing a single soul at the school to having a date with a girl who thought I was cute, yet I had never seen before. What was up with that? Was this what college women did? That would be cool.

I finished my burger, fries, and drink quickly, then left to check out Goods hall a little.

It wasn’t much different than Shaffer from the outside or lobby, but after finding a guy floor, I went and checked out the showers. She was right. The showers were much nicer in Goods.

In the hour I had left before my trigonometry class, I explored some of the campus nearest to the dorms, then checked out the gym looking for a public weight room.

I didn’t find one, and as I made my way back to the dorm to grab my notebook for class, I realized that Fred had done all his weight training at the Gamma Alpha Eta’s house. The campus apparently simply didn’t have a weight room open to students not taking its class or playing a sport.

As it happened, I had my first encounter with a Gamma Alpha Eta member in that next class. Blake Dewitt was a sophomore whose muscles made him look like a senior. I was surprised when he sat down behind me and started making small talk, mostly about how hot the room was, and how shitty the book was. Blake apparently had already had started taking the class last year but had dropped out right before he started working out for joining the Gamma Alpha Etas.

I was just about to ask him about the Etas when a friend of his from a previous semester showed up, and Blake naturally started talking with him instead. The subject of his joining the Etas came up a couple of times, but nothing useful came from my eavesdropping.

My empathic senses seemed to have settled down by that time. Ever since Alicia had distracted me, I hadn’t really thought about the emotions pushing in at me. After roll was called and I gave the teacher my information, I actually was able to follow what the instructor was saying without getting distracted. I needed to stay focused since I already found the material was more complicated than I expected.

This was the first sign of the troubles I would have trying to make the grade. One of the things the Eta’s required was that anyone trying to qualify for membership must have a C or better in all their classes. That was one of the reasons Blake had dropped the class his first semester the year before. He knew he wouldn’t be able to build his muscles and get a C in all his classes at the same time, and the fraternity permitted a student to drop one course before beginning their training. It wasn’t clear why he hadn’t taken it second semester.

My problem was really the fact that I hadn’t bothered to go through the process of learning anything the past year or so. If it hadn’t been mainly reading, I had simply copied the knowledge into my head from others who had learned it, then did the homework and took the tests without ever challenging my learning skills.

Because of my dad’s connections within the scholastic institutions of our state, getting us enrolled at such a late date was surprisingly not that difficult. When we chose our classes, we wanted to have as many classes together as possible, and Joey put up with the discomfort of headaches for five nights in a row as I crammed my entire year of Algebra 2 into his head. My independent study program the previous year had allowed me to move at my own pace in that class and I had already finished it and all my other tenth grade courses before being snatched.

While I wasn’t against doing that sort of thing in a pinch, I needed to go through the process of studying and actually learning it on my own in order to better my cover personality. It doesn’t take a genius to realize if a telepath were looking for other telepaths hiding in the mists of non-telepaths, the best way to uncover them would be to look at how they study or do their job. Telepaths get very used to taking shortcuts when it comes to anything normally taxing or uncomfortable. And while I wasn’t the lazy type mentally or physically, I had developed some very bad habits from wanting to spend time on other things.

I also had a great deal of trouble not letting my mind slip out of my head and into someone else’s. That probably was the worst of my bad habits. Whenever I got bored with the lecture, I found myself using someone else’s ears or eyes to take it in. It was a way I had found to entertain myself while keeping my attention on the class last year. Unfortunately, I got so good at it that three times during that class I realized I had done it without thinking of it.

It scared the hell out of me too when someone on the other side of the room told the person I was listening through, “You’re dead meat if you’re going to cause any trouble.”

I jumped and turned around to find the person behind me just as surprised as I was because of my sudden movement. It wasn’t until I saw the two guys talking in the back with grins on their faces that I realized what had happened.

Thankfully, that was my last class of the day. I went to my room to rest a while, then did the rest of the unpacking. By the time I had all of Joey’s stuff put away, my stomach was telling me it was time to eat again.

For the first time since arriving on campus, I started looking forward to being there. I guess I stopped thinking of it as a nightmare and more like an adventure. One which I was free to make my own decisions and not have to worry about how those decisions affected anyone but myself. That was probably the biggest factor right there. I didn’t have to worry about my loved ones getting hurt by what I did. Of course, that would change somewhat when Joey came back.

I think I also had my initial experience at Crow Academy in the back of my mind and had expected some hazing. But my empathic senses hadn’t detected any negative vibes from anyone.

It was only five or so when I entered the cafeteria. I found one big group eating together and a few small pairs scattered around the room. I didn’t have to wait in line and found the dinner items were just being served. After making my selection and paying for it, I was startled to find the large group all looking at me.

Talk about a panic attack. I thought I had thrown someone’s telepathic alarm somehow and they had taken over the group to get me. But my empathic senses were picking up a feeling of humor and curiosity, and after turning red from their shifting looks, I walked up to them as asked, “What?”

Half of them burst out laughing while a dark-haired girl wearing a cute hat said with a smile, “Your barn door is open.”

Like the fool I was, I looked down, finding that everyone could see my white with red hearts jockey shorts through my open blue jeans shorts.

“Oh, is that all,” I said, deciding I couldn’t let them get under my skin. “I thought it was something really bad. Like I had a booger hanging on my lip or something.”

I didn’t get as many laughs as I had hoped, so I dropped trying to joke around and went for the big balls approach. I just shrugged my shoulder and picked a table facing theirs, yet not too close, and didn’t zip up until I had set my tray down un-rushed.

I was disappointed when they more or less ignored me from that point, and even though I obviously was listening to parts of their conversation, they never said a word to me as they finished their meal and dumped their trays.

After I had finished eating myself, I was debating on what to do next when I saw Alicia come in and get in the growing line. I waited for her to reach the cashier before I got up and started strolling over to her but stopped halfway to her when she spotted a young-looking guy sitting alone and trotted up to ask if he was waiting for a bus.

I was strongly thinking about leaving, but then I realized nothing wrong was going on there. Alicia was just a sucker for younger-looking guys that appear lonely and without a friend to their name.

So I walked up to the table and said, “Is this a private party, or can I join too?”

“Hi Tim,” Alicia said between mouthfuls. “Nick, this is Tim, a friend of mine. Tim, Nick.”

“Hi,” Nick said with a nervous yet friendly smile.

“Hey. Nice to meet ya,” I said, trying to shake off his shyness and slight fright of embarrassing himself.

After sitting down, I asked the two of them, “You know what I just did?”

Alicia asked, “What? Get a tattoo of a horse on your ass?”

Nick snickered, and I was thrown off guard for a second by her outrageous comment.

I grinned and said, “I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll put it on my list for tomorrow. Do you want to do the tattooing?”

“Sure. Just let me practice a little,” Alicia said, dipping a french fry in ketchup and using it to make a lopsided red oval on her napkin. “Well, I hope you bring your own anesthetic,” she paused to eat the fry,” ‘cause that was supposed to be a circle.”

“So what DID you do today,” Nick asked, trying to bail me out.

I grinned and said, “I walked in here with my fly open. Everyone was staring at me when I came out with my food.”

Alicia teased, “Why? Do your under-britches have little hearts all over them?”

Smiling at her with a dare in my eyes, I said, “Yep. You want to see?”

“If there is one thing you need to learn about me,” Alicia said, not meeting my eyes as she wiped her mouth and hands with her napkin, “I always call just to see your cards.”

It was then when she looked at me with bright eyes and a cocky grin to say, “So drop ‘em, skinny!”

I mirrored her grin, and without hesitating or looking away from her own daring gaze, I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts in one even stroke. I pulled my shorts down so fast, for a second I thought I had pulled my jockeys down with them from the surge of cooler air hitting my loins. But because Alicia’s eyes were still locked on my face, I couldn’t give her the satisfaction of taking a look before she did.

She said a few moments later, “So tell me, Nick. Are there really hearts on them?”

“Yeah. Cupid arrows and all. Shit, I can’t believe you did that. Especially while the dean is in here.”

“What?” both of us exclaimed, looking around.

“Gotcha,” Nick proudly said before taking a bite of his pizza.

Alicia said humorously, “Looks like we have ourselves a wise guy here. Good for you, Nick.”

Noticing her eyes were avoiding my general direction, I asked, “Are you going to look or not?”

Alicia said in a matter of fact like tone, “You can pull them up now. I’ll see them a little later.”

The three of us spent a good hour just getting to know each other a little better, finding that once Nick got over his initial shyness, he was a pretty outgoing guy. Of course, nothing compared to Alicia’s fearless personality, and I found myself respecting that about her.

Not many people would joke about themselves like Alicia did. She never put anyone down but herself, and when she did that, it was always in such a way you just had to laugh with her, not at her. Once both Nick and I understood that about her personality, we felt a lot more at ease about letting our giggles and snickers out.

When the room got too noisy, we went outside and walked around for a while, talking about our classes, high school friends, and the like. It was well after seven-thirty before I mentioned our date in front of Nick, then regretted saying anything when I felt him suddenly withdraw within himself.

“I don’t know about you,” I said after Alicia noticed Nick’s quiet mood. “But I don’t really care to go on that date now. Do you?”

“Oh, don’t be such a horse’s ass,” Alicia groaned. “The three of us have been on the date since five-thirty. It’s not like there isn’t enough of me to go around, you know.”

“You know what really, really, REALLY sucks?!?” Nick said with a face full of emotion.

“What?” Alicia and I both said hesitantly.

“She’s right. There is enough to go around,” he said, breaking out into a great big grin.

Alicia and I gave each other a look of relief, then I asked, “Well, then what do you two feel like doing?”

Nick said, “Whatever it is, it will have to be short. I promised my roommate I’d be in our room at 8:00 to do some homework. We’re in the same Calculus class.”

I asked, “Where’s your room?”

“Shaffer 305.”

“No shit! I’m in 310, just down the hall. Heh. Howdy, neighbor,” I said, offering my hand.

He shook it, then we each shook one of Alicia’s hands when she offered them to us as well.

We arranged a time to eat lunch together the next day, and after a little more small-talk, Nick parted our company. Alicia and I were sitting on a bench outside the library, and after Nick was out of sight, I felt a hot vibe coming from Alicia while she was putting a stick of gum in her mouth.

Shifting herself around to look at me without having to turn her head, she asked, “So ... Got any other interesting pairs of underpants in your wardrobe?”

I asked, “Why? Do you?”

“I sure do. But my g-string bikini just doesn’t fit like it used to, and my latex outfit is being waxed.”

“Too bad,” I said, feeling that while she was only joking, she was serious about what she was suggesting at too. “I would have liked to have seen you in a g- string.”

“I wouldn’t give up all hope if I were you. Stranger things have happened.”

After a few quiet moments of not looking at each other, I said, “Helicopters and cars.”

“What?”

“I have a pair of jockey shorts with helicopters on them, and another with cars.”

“Cars I believe. But helicopters? I’d have to see them.”

“Do you want me to model them for you? Or just let you go through my drawers and see it all.”

Alicia said with some difficulty, “That depends on which drawers you’re talking about.”

I said in a softer voice, “Whichever drawers you like.”

“Let’s go,” she said, standing up, grabbing my hand and pulling me after her.

She headed us straight for the small break in the trees near the back of the library where a path led into a small wooded area.

I managed to sputter out, “Where are we going?” before ducking beneath a tree limb she let snap back. I didn’t bother to ask again since she had sat down in a secluded spot and pulled me down next to her.

I asked, “Alicia, don’t you think we’re going a little fast?”

She looked me all over like a piece of meat, then blew a large bubble with her gum, took the gum out of her mouth with the bubble still intact, and licked the bubble’s head before sucking it back into her mouth like a pro.

“No. Do you?” she said with a lusty yet humorous look in her eyes.

“Nope. Just making sure, that’s all,” I said quickly before moving towards her to latch my mouth onto hers.

Alicia’s fearless and bold nature was as strong in her kissing as it was in her personality. No sooner had her lips press against mine than her tongue came slithering between them to penetrate my mouth. Her hands clasped onto the sides of my head to hold it steady as she filled my mouth with the most powerful tongue I had ever encountered.

Without stopping, she laid me back and proceeded to probe deeper and deeper into my mouth while she transferred more and more of her weight on top of my chest. I found my upper arms pinned against my sides after she straddled me on her elbows, and I soon was struggling in vain as her tongue fucked my mouth so deeply that I was almost gagging.

I was in a slight daze when her tongue recoiled into her mouth, and it took me a few moments to realize she had released my mouth and was sucking in lungfuls of air just as I was.

I felt her lust surge when she looked down on me, and I braced myself for another round of heavyweight tongue fucking as she descended with a deep growl. But to my surprise, her lips and tongue attached themselves to my chin, then sloppily kissed and licked her way to my tender neck.

Her mouth became a powerful vacuum, and before I realized it, she had given me a monster hickey. Her hands were in the process of pulling my shirt up when I struggled to stop her adding another hickey to the other side, but her mouth had already done the job by the time I could have stopped her.

Once my shirt was off, she devoured my almost hairless chest, pausing to pluck out the few hairs between my male breasts and around my nipples whenever her tongue detected one. I received countless hickeys on my chest and belly, but by the time she had reached that section of my body, all I was caring about was how she kept teasing my cock through my shorts with her roaming hands.

Then suddenly she stopped and sat up between my legs. My dazed mind managed to get my eyes to look down to see what was going on, and as I raised my head slightly to see, she said in a husky voice, “You’re so beautiful ... I’m going to eat every bit of you up!”

Her head dived for the bare skin between my waistline and my belly button, while her hands grabbed the bottom of my shorts and began to tug. She slowly managed to uncover more and more of my lower abdomen, and then all of a sudden, her hot wet tongue brushed across the head of my dick.

I instinctively thrust my hips forward, unintentionally causing the snap of my jean shorts to pop clear off. Alicia made no further attempts to prolong the agony, just unzipped me, slid both pairs of shorts down my legs and over my feet, then ran her tongue up and down my cock’s shaft before lapping the head and causing me to shudder.

I felt a surge of precum squirt out of my dick as she moved her mouth to its base, then suddenly she engulfed it, probably mistaking the precum for the real thing.

Her mouth was an entirely new experience for me. Never had I felt such a vigorous, fat, powerful, and naughty tongue lick and swirl while her velvety soft mouth moved itself madly up and down my cock. I hadn’t shot my wad off in a blowjob that soon for a long time. But when she tried to give me a hickey on the head of my dick, my balls exploded with cum.

I don’t remember when I noticed it was nearly dark, but after the chorus of the crickets finally penetrated my brain, I realized Alicia had left without a word, and as I rushed to get dressed, I realized she had taken my jockey shorts with her.

I didn’t see Alicia again until lunchtime the next day, and by then, my hickeys had turned a nice mixture of yellow and purple. One look at me, Nick had to take a closer look at Alicia, then tried to cover his confusion from not seeing any similar marks on her.

The next three days were full of making new acquaintances, exploring the campus, and generally learning the ropes and how to fit in. I ended up putting off so much homework that I had to buckle down and spend all of my free time Friday working on it, wanting to have my weekend free for other things.