Chapter 19

My muscles were taut. My skin shone with sweat. My heart hammered in frustration. I clenched my teeth harder than I ever had before. My jaw was hard out.

I was in better shape than these two.

Kitty’s fair skin was red from below and above. She was flushed from effort. She was reddened from handprints. Lynsey was more colorful. Her skin was naturally darker before the tan or bronzer, however she did it. Her nipples were darker. Her face was bluer. Her lips were redder. I dragged my cock roughly out of her throat.

She gulched up a wad of spit as I flickered at the edge of connection. Saliva ran down my balls and dripped between my knees and onto the bed.

“Oh god!” she moaned, flopping forward into a collapsed mess. I grabbed Kitty’s hands and she moaned in protest.

I was too close!

I could help her!

Her shuddering fingers clasped my cock but without the grip strength I was used to. I leaned down and kissed her hair from above.

“Keep Lynsey from passing out,” I whispered in Kitty’s ear.

She moaned what could’ve been a yes or a no and slumped herself across Lynsey’s back. She reached down and rubbed Lynsey’s red thighs. Lynsey kicked and snorted, unable to giggle from the ticklish assault

I rushed from the bed, grabbing my shower robe from my desk, and bolting out the door. I pulled the robe closed after stepping into the hallway.

For once, there wasn’t anyone coming or going. I strode across to Paula’s door. Knock! Knock! I counted to four and turned up the hall, looking for someone else.

This breather was keeping me from fixing Kitty. From shoring up the work I did on Lynsey. I was crossing the elevator alcove when it dinged.

Avril and several of her less attractive friends stepped out. I clutched onto the five minds as they manifested. Eyes caught me.

“Hey, that’s the pussy slayer?” One asked. I met Avril’s eyes.

She raised a hand to wave. Five girls. I counted with my eyes and assured myself that the fastest moving mind was a four. Seduceable. And I had no idea which girl it was. Avril looked busy and distracted.

I grabbed the first mind and yanked it up to an eight like ripping the cord on a parachute. A big, very big, blonde flashed her braces in a smile far too small for her chubby face. I jumped to the next one, the former four that I had sent crashing down from–

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Avril said, she shook her head. “Sorry guys, I’m tapping out! Go up to Jennifer’s room.”

“You sure there’s not room for one more?” big blonde asked.

I spun her down to a two. Avril’s face lit up, but so did the weird-eyed brownish girl.

I’d feel bad for being so judgmental later, but I had set a standard with Lynsey. Avril met it. Her friends didn’t. I took Avril’s hand and pulled her with me.

I think she might’ve been the six of the group.

“You’re not interested in being the third wheel?” Eyes asked the big blonde.

“No,” she shook her head. “I guess I’m too pissed off from breaking up with Chris. Up to your room Jenny.”

“Dammit,” Jenny said, not eyes, but another girl, a ginger. The best of the four.

I had Avril. I made the right decision.

I dragged her to my room as the girls filed back into the elevator. The door shut, I was left with a four brain.

“I need more of a boost,” she said.

“Right,” I said.

“Especially if Paula or Dove’s in there,” Avril said. “I think I can handle Ira and Vickie.”

“Lynsey and Kitty.”

“Boost! Boost! Boost!” Avril said, but I was already grabbing her mind and jumpstarting her into the double digits. Someone’s mind connected halfway through. I heard a girl moan out of her door at the end of the hall.

Could’ve been Ira, but not Vickie. I didn’t check. I was too busy thrusting Avril into my bedroom.

“More of this?” Avril asked with a giddy excitement when she saw Lynsey and Kitty up on their knees hitting each other with my pillows. I grinned. Kitty’s bare tits jiggled madly when crossed by a whipping pillow.

I grabbed Avril’s hips as I kicked the door closed behind me.

“Pinch hitter,” I explained to Kitty and Lynsey.

“Is that baseball?” Lynsey said frowning. “Hitter’s baseball right? Not football or something.”

Kitty looked at Lynsey with grand disgust.

I closed my eyes. Four minds in the room and I was beginning to feel them stretch out into fractal infinity. I had left the room with Romantic-Kitty at a five, Slutty-Kitty a thirteen, and Lynsey a nine. They hadn’t stayed stable while I was out.

Educated guess, the four was Romantic-Kitty. I knew Avril was one of the twelves. And there was a ten.

Naked pillow fights did more for Lynsey than for Kitty.

I reached around Avril and unbuttoned her fly. She pulled off her sparkly tank top and kicked off her heels, dropping down three inches in my hand. I dragged her jeans down and lifted her out of them with kicking ankles. I carried her bodily and tossed her lightly down in between Lynsey and Kitty.

Avril tried to slither up to free her bra. Lynsey joined me in dragging Avril’s g-string off. Kitty pulled my robe away and was bringing it over to the other bed.

I had fallen too far from the edge. I rushed Avril who squealed as I ran my hard cock over her pussy. She flooded with desire as she thrashed side to side. Her elbows were slipping on the wet sheets and she had failed to unhook her bra entirely. It twisted askew on her medium breasts. I dove my face down into her cleavage, folding myself to get my cock into her pussy.

Kitty’s hand grabbed my shaft. The pad of her thumb rubbing the head of my dick and mapping the contours of Avril’s pussy as Kitty found my way in.

Avril groaned brutally as I punched into her.

Lynsey fell down on Avril’s left. Kitty threw herself down on Avril’s right.

“You should take your bra off,” Kitty suggested.

“You’re full of great ideas,” Avril sneered through clenched teeth.

“Thanks!” Kitty announced, opaque to the sarcastic tone.

I didn’t care about how they got along now. I would fix things and make them mine and together. With sexual mind powers came sexual mind responsibility. And great sex.

I dragged my cock nearly out of Avril. She groaned and twisted. Her lips warmed and squeezed my shaft. I fucked into her with a long slow stroke.

Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! My eager mind screamed. The spin of minds all around me and the look on Lynsey’s face cooled me off.

Kitty grabbed onto Avril and fell limp. She was done and spent. There was a plummeting spiral of one the minds. The Romantic-Kitty ticked up to a seven. She was in bliss but without need.

“Why do they all have to have bigger boobs than me?” Lynsey asked, squeezing Avril’s breast.

“I love your tits!” I groaned. I squeezed my eyes shut and stopped myself up inside Avril.

“Your ass too,” Avril said.

“But look at that one,” Lynsey said, poking Kitty in the forehead. The blonde girl moaned insensately.

“Yeah,” Avril groaned. She lifted her hips. “Those two girls are way too cute and tall. Jordan?”

“Fuck?” I asked, dragging myself out and starting a slow rhythm.

“Fuck!” Avril squealed. “Grab my stumpy legs and fuck!”

“You don’t have stumpy legs,” Lynsey said, stroking her hand down Avril’s hip and up her thigh. I had grabbed Avril just below the knees. Lynsey tickled my knuckles.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! If you’re here, help out!” Avril snatched Lynsey’s hand and slapped Lynsey’s fingers down onto Avril’s clit. Lynsey parted the curled hair and rolled the clit around between her thumb and middle finger.

I was up on my knees, if I had squeezed in tight, grabbed Avril around the torso, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

None of these three were paying attention to my limits.

It was on me.

I stopped. She groaned and dug her fingers into Lynsey’s wrist. Lynsey twisted and Avril swore.

I started. She kicked her heels, grabbed Lynsey by the hair, and the pair of them made out hard.

I stopped.

“Fuckin’ holy fuck! Goddammit! You ruined my girls’ night for a fucking tease!”

I started.

“Fuck!” Avril moaned happily. Lynsey tried to kiss her again. Avril dragged Lynsey by the hair down to a tit. Avril groaned happily as Lynsey sucked loudly.

Kitty motivated herself. Lynsey bit when Kitty headbutted Lynsey’s forehead. Avril screamed. Her pussy tightened madly. Kitty sucked the other nipple with seeming no knowledge that Lynsey had flinched back.

I stopped.

“Shittin’ motherfucker!” Avril groaned. Kitty pulled the tit up with her teeth, giggling as she let go and Avril snapped elastically down into a jiggle. Lynsey ground her fingers harder into her clit.

Four minds spun in my perception. Not a fractal cloud of infinite. There were four. There were three, Kitty’s two grinding together like toothed gears. I reached out for them. The fog crept back.

I cursed and dug my fingers hard into Avril’s thigh meat. I fucked her hard through six brutal thrusts. Each slap of our connection came with a whumpf out of her quickly emptied lungs. Kitty moved up and nibbled at Avril’s throat.

I couldn’t pull out in time to avoid Avril’s cresting pleasure. Lynsey let go with her finger and thumb and ground the heel of her palm down into Avril’s clit. Avril’s toes curled and her heels bent down.

I felt it. I saw them. The rush of pleasure and orgasm crashed inside me. I was gonna miss it.

“No!” I barked.

“What?!” Lynsey flinched back.

But I grabbed hold of the precipice and dug my fingers in, not letting myself be flushed off the side in a lack of control.

Clarity.

I saw their minds with the clarity I needed.

Lynsey’s mind, the work I had done before. I could see the connections. I could see the counters. Yes, I had filed down the claws of her envy and jealousy. She still had all of her neuroses and insecurities tied to sex.

I flicked into Avril’s mind.

She was falling for me. She knew it and she hated herself for it. I was surprised. I could see matching affection in one of Kitty’s awkward minds. The other saw me as a game. One she was playing to win. She didn’t know what she wanted for a prize. Another orgasm? True love? Dirty experiences? Babies?

I flinched from that. Too young for that. I flickered through Avril and Lynsey’s mind. Avril was simply cooler on the subject. Lynsey was suppressing it.

I decided to not fuck with that yet.

I moved to Kitty’s minds. What had once been towers of plates spinning wildly had become like one of those Frankenstein’s laboratory devices. Two tilted spikes that traded lightning bolts across each other. No, not plates or a Jacob’s ladder, but both, but not all at once. Did you see the faces or the vase? The duck or the rabbit?

I decided I want Romantic-Kitty as my starting point. The wildness and sexiness of the other side was intoxicating, but secondary. This girl was one of mine. This side of her was where she knew it.

The other plates spun the other way. The lightning arched back and forth. It was hard to touch, to create a second fulcrum, to unbalance the plates.

I didn’t want to pull them apart and riffle them together like a deck of cards. I could do untold damage that way. I wanted to be a healer. I started rolling with the Slutty-Kitty. A secondary twist out of sync with the fulcrum at its center.

“Oh my god!” Kitty whispered. Her face came up from Avril’s throat. “Oh my god!”

“Shh!” Avril stroked Kitty’s face. Avril was vibrating still, half clenched around the cock as I slipped back out of her.

Or was I yanking out of her and I had lost all concept of time.

Was this a moment or was this forever?

Kitty’s lips foamed with her saliva and I snapped back to focus. I had been banging her minds together! I wanted to apologize but even as my throat worked and my vocal chords moved, I realized I wasn’t in time with my body.

Don’t be sorry, be successful.

Kitty’s two minds had been prised apart and left to grind against each other. I had twisted them, lined them up, they now spun in time and ... they spun opposite Avril and Lynsey.

Make things easier. I turned the two minds the half turn back. Was I wearing down the mechanism? Would breaking be easier? I couldn’t tell.

The next goal was to fit her minds together. Each tower of spinning plates was knitted together by flickers of mental lightning. I slid them together, the lower plates, the more baser plates: hunger, jealousy, and excitement, slid together easily. They welded themselves together. The higher plates: dreams, imagination, self-image, sparked and fought back.