Part X - 9: LeAnne's Animal

"Good morning, LeAnne," I said as I walked up to our private room and found her waiting outside the door.

"Good morning," she echoed. "You wanted to talk to me about something... Could you remind me what about?"

"Sure," I said unlocking the door. "But first, come on in and get comfortable. I've excused you from all your classes today, and I've had the class officers meeting rescheduled for next week."

She stood at the door giving me quite a probing stare, quickly coming to the conclusion I was serious, and that she didn't want to have anything to do with it.

"Whatever you wanted to talk to me about will have to wait. You had no right to... "

I looked in her eyes and said, "Remember... after school you were driving home feeling that loneliness overtake you... Remember... Fine road, that curve, that tree... You would have killed yourself if I hadn't stopped you... "

The color in her face slowly returned as I led her to the lazy boy and handed her a glass of a clear juice that my father had recently come across. Apart from its tingly pleasant taste and clear appearance, there was nothing unusual about the juice.

"Feel better?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

Again, her eyes appeared to probe for my intentions, so I gave her a little help by making eye contact and forming an empathic connection. Her eyes went wide for a moment as she felt my presence, but she quickly took advantage of the situation and attempted to feel out any malice or deception.

When she had finished her probe, I closed the connection and repeated, "Feel better?"

"A little," she said softly. Then in a stronger voice she said, "What was that?"

This time it was my turn to give her a probing look. Of course the look was only for show since I knew exactly what she was thinking at all times. But she had expected it, and I didn't want her to freak out. But then I probably couldn't freak her out, so I decided the best thing to do was to tell her the truth.

"I'm empathic. I can share my feelings with others, and feel what others are feeling too."

"Empathic... If I remember correctly, empaths are supposed to be mute, and have the ability to heal others by transferring the injury to their own body where they heal it at a greater rate than others could. If you can talk, then I suppose you can't heal others."

"Huh... I didn't know any of that. I do know of two empaths that are a lot stronger than I am, and they're mutes. And when Joey and I form a share link, you could say we can heal each other or anyone else we add to the link, but we've never tried it with scrapes and bruises."

LeAnne's mind began forming questions in a logical format, already forgetting the purpose of what I had asked her here for. But as the first question started to form on her lips, the bell rang, reminding her she was missing class for a reason.

"So I take it you are going to play psychologist and try to figure out what is wrong with me?"

"Nope. I already know what's wrong with you."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"I'll tell you if you really want me too, but you won't accept my... er... diagnosis. I would rather just show you."

"Show me? I want to know first, then if you can explain why, you can show me."

I sighed and sat back in the chair I was sitting in.

"I can't explain it to you without showing it to you. You just wouldn't believe me or understand it any other way. And I would prefer showing you the why before telling you the what."

"Tell me the what, and the how, then if I don't think you are trying to pull something, I'll let you show me the why even if I don't believe the what."

I told her, and as expected she didn't believe me. And when I told her the how, she got a bit upset.

"HYPNOTIZE ME?!?"

"I only want to give you some experiences that you never actually had that involve having a good friend. That's all."

"THAT'S ALL?!? You have to be nuts to think I'd fall for that. First of all, you couldn't hypnotize me. I studied hypnosis and know you wouldn't be able to put be into a trance without my cooperation. And I'm not going to cooperate."

"Why not?"

"Because you're a male, and as I understand, you are very... active sexually. I'm not going to be tricked into something... primitive."

"You're wrong. You know why? Because I don't find you attractive. Good enough reason for you?"

"No. Males instinctively will try and take advantage of a female no matter what they look like."

"Okay. So what makes you think I couldn't take advantage of you right this moment?"

"Lay a finger on me and I'll break your arm," she said cold and serious.

"LeAnne, I'm not interested in anything but helping you. Really. Let me give you a hypothetical situation. If I could make you take off your shoes and throw them out the window without you realizing it, would you then believe that I could also make you do something like take your clothes off?"

"That is ridiculous. You couldn't do it."

"But do you believe if I had you throw your shoes out the window, making you have to go barefoot the rest of the day, do you think I could equally make you strip?"

"Maybe. But I doubt it."

"What about if you threw your bra out along with your shoes?"

"I really don't like what you're suggesting, hypothetical as it maybe. And none of this is relevant to... "

"So if I could do that to you, what would stop me from doing that or even going further with you?"

"I'm not going to put up with this any longer. If you don't have anything else to... " she said before someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," I said.

"Uhm, do these belong to someone in here?" Mr. Carlton, a history teacher asked holding up a pair of shoes.

LeAnne's just stared at her shoes in his hand, afraid to look down at her feet which she could tell were bare. But when a janitor appeared behind Mr. Carlton holding a bra, she gave out a small shriek and felt her braless chest through her top.

I thanked the delivery boys when I took their parcels and sent them back on their way. I felt LeAnne's probing eyes on me again before I turned around to hand them to her, but when we made eye contact she dropped her gaze immediately.

Her hand was shaking a little when she reached out to take back her property, so I said, "I didn't mean to frighten you. Do you understand that I could have just as easily made you have sex with me without you ever knowing it?"

"Who says you haven't already?" She said shakily.

"I do," I sighed. "Now think about it. Why would I go through all this trouble just to trick you while you're hypnotized. And there... Now you can remember taking off your shoes and bra and throwing them out the window."

She recalled the events, finding some assurance when she realized I had made her remove her bra under the cover of her loose fitting top. I hadn't seen anything I shouldn't have.

After twenty or so minutes convincing her I wasn't trying to trick her, she finally agreed. No sooner than she gave me her permission, I used my empathic power to lower her into a deep hypnotic trance.

I took her back to the earliest memory fragment, then took her back even further to her time of birth. She had no memory of this event of course, but it was a simple matter of using our combined knowledge and imagination to create the images and sounds of emerging from her mother's birth canal into the world of the living.

The week before, my mother and I were at the hospital waiting for her test results concerning her options of having another baby. A woman in labor was rushed past us, and my mother had suggested that I use my telepathic abilities to experience what it was like to be born.

I used that knowledge to give LeAnne as accurate of a memory as possible of her own birth. The experience wasn't necessarily a wonderful one, but it gave me a different view on life, and I figured it would help her do the same.

I used her memories of photographs to reconstruct her toddler years. Her memories didn't contain any physical affection from her parents, but there was a lot of love and support, and I fudged a bit by using some of her memories of her parents with her younger sister during her sister's infant years.

All of this was just to give her a better background before I entered the picture myself.

I sought out memories of her playmates as a child, finding she hadn't had many since her family had lived in a remote area in Arizona. But the few I did find, I managed to convince her to imagine myself as a little boy playing with her along side her other friends. I planted my presence throughout her childhood without making me stand out or adding any other experiences.

When we reached her family making their move the summer before her freshman year, I stopped adding my image to her memories and brought her out of her trance.

"Did you do it?" she asked after sitting up. "What did you do anyway?"

"Just trust me, okay? How do you feel?"

"I'm fine. I... " she started.

"What?" I asked, faking concern.

"I just realized you remind me of someone I used to know," she said concentrating on my face.

"Really? Who?"

"I'm not really sure. He was always around where I grew up, but I don't remember his name. He used to always play in the sand box with me, but we never really... What?"

"I just had the same feeling you had. I loved playing in the sandbox, and... Shit. Did you use to go to Saint Elmo Elementary?"

"YES! You mean... "

"Howdy, neighbor. The name's Tim."

We spent nearly an hour talking about her home town and other kids that lived there. Of course I was mostly using her memories to keep up my side of the conversation, but I did make up a few things that jived with her perceptions of those childhood friends. It was eerie the way she seemed like an old friend to me. I mean, that's what she was supposed to feel about me, but I didn't imagine I would feel it for her as well.

When the bell rang announcing the end of the third period, she stopped her chit chat and stared into space a few moments.

"What's the matter, LeAnne?" I asked with concern.

She looked at my face, then quickly looked away, trying to hide her face as her control over her emotions started to fail.

She suddenly stood up facing way from me and said, "I wish we had never moved out here. I feel like my whole life is back there, in Tannahoe. I've don't have a single... friend here."

I walked up behind her and gently rubbed her back while I said, "Sure you do. Me. I'll be your friend."

I felt her emotions start to swell, but then suddenly she saw through my entire plan. She knew what I had done, but not why I had done it. She clamped down on her emotions and visibly stiffened before turning around to face me.

"You bastard," she said with a coldness that made me almost shiver.

"What? I didn't do anything but attempt to become a friend who you could talk to. You were doing so... "

"FRIEND? You're not my friend. Children need friends to learn the social skills to interact with others. I'm not a child, and you're not my friend."

"Wrong! I am your friend. You're just not... What's wrong?"

"I'm dizzy," she said sitting down looking pale. LeAnne visibly shuddered a few moments later, then sat back in the chair and closed her eyes.

After my attempt of relieving her loneliness by coming a long lost friend had failed, she had been struggling against the surge of despair that had resulted. The stress from constantly battling her emotions had finally caught up with her, but as I watched, LeAnne systematically regained control of herself while relaxing to reduce the stress.

Her self control was remarkable. I was actually learning a few pointers from her when I realized her stubborn resolve to never succumb to her emotional needs was the true source of her problems.

Several years before, LeAnne had learned how to control her emotions and decided she was a much better person without them clouding her thinking. She later realized that if she gave into her emotions after staying disattached from them so long, she would never be able to suppress them again.

But her mistake was thinking she could live like that. LeAnne's idea of a perfect human being resembled Vulcans on Star Trek. She believed that the human race had evolved to the point where it was time to leave behind our old animal instincts and move into the world of logic and reason. Her critical error was not realizing that no matter how much we could evolve, we were still animals in many ways and emotions were vital to our well being.

LeAnne needed to lose that tight control over her feelings. And the only way I saw to do that without causing a long and drawn out depression was to let her experience the feelings of sharing with someone close without allowing it to turn into something sexual.

There was only two people I knew who could help me do this, and in LeAnne's case it had to be Suzi.

Suzi came in quietly just as I finished putting LeAnne to sleep.

"So how are we going to be helping her by snuggling up to each other?" Suzi asked when I sat back and relaxed.

"I'm going to let her feel everything you're feeling emotionally and physically. She'll see, hear, smell and taste what you do, and have all the emotions that you have while we give each other a little lovin'."

"So... It will be like a two way?"

"No, not really. She won't know what you're thinking, and you won't feel anything from her. She'll just feel everything you do. Is that okay?"

"Yes, that's fine. She wouldn't want to know how much of a bitch I think she is."

"Heh. Well that might change after we're through."

I prepared the links as Suzi pulled the bed out of the sofa. This was the first time I had ever attempted to use my empathic powers to link two people without including myself, and I found that I couldn't do it. After several minutes of considering my options, we decided to try just the telepathic links and see if LeAnne's own emotions responded the way I hoped they would.

I activated the links, then reached my hand out to Suzi to pull us together for a hug.

Damn she smelled good. Suzi's scent was a natural soft and sweet one, but it was amplified by the clean smelling perfume she was wearing along with the shampooy odor of her hair. For a moment I considered switching the link to me when my feelings for Suz seemed to bloom from the pleasure my nose was receiving, but I found I was having a similar effect on Suzi and decided she was still the best candidate for the job.

My hands rubbed her back as she sighed and relaxed her head on my shoulder. I made no passes with my hands that could have been interpreted as sexually motivated, but couldn't help give her a few gentle kisses on the neck and cheek. I wasn't sure how LeAnne would interpret them, but I allowed them to happen because they were from the heart, not from the crotch.

Since we were standing at the foot of the fold out bed, I picked Suzi up and playfully tossed her on the bed. Suzi only bounced once before she grabbed one of pillows she had placed at the head of the bed and flung it into my smiling face.

I had just enough time to gather my wits and pick the pillow up before I had to use it as a shield against her frontal pillow assault. Her blows were fast and accurate, beating my defenses down while I attempted to stop laughing so I could give her a decent fight. I ended up on the floor flat on my back with Suzi's pillow pinning my face and my own pillow shielding Suzi's belly from any tickling I might have tried.

I surrendered unconditionally and gasped for breath when she pulled her pillow away. Suzi sat on top of me, staddling my waist in an innocent way, while we talked a little about her birthday party two weeks from that weekend. Joey and I were going to spend the night the Friday before and help her decorate for the party, so we spent some time talking about what she wanted for the party.

After spending fifteen minutes on the floor, I sat up to relax my cramping neck muscles that had been holding my head up enough so I could see her. Suzi had been leaning back against my legs and the edge of the bed, but sat up when I did, placing our faces inches from each other's.

Her eyes were so bright, and her face so beautiful at that moment, it took every once of will power not to press my lips against hers and release my growing urge to make love.

Suzi kissed my nose then stood up. I took her hand she held out to me, and didn't let go after she helped me up. We stood there in front of the bed feeling the other's hands caress ours, our eyes glancing to the other's faces to get a quick look of our loving expression before quickly returning to our hands. The feelings between us were making it increasingly difficult to keep our hands on neutral ground.

Our eyes met accidentally and locked on each other while our bodies felt themselves drawn together like two magnets. Our arms wrapped around each other's waists, then our eyes closed as our lips finally joined together in a powerful yet unrushed kiss.

The kiss was as pure as a kiss could be, lasting longer than most people spend having sex, and we had ended the kiss only because we had nearly fallen over from swaying back and forth for several minutes.

Suzi gently pulled me onto the bed as she laid down on it herself, our eyes never breaking their renewed contact until they closed once more for another kiss. Our bodies pressed themselves together as our hands roamed freely over them.

Our long kiss ended into a series of small gentle kisses before we stopped and rested with our foreheads touching. I sent my right hand down her arm and brought her hand up to my lips to kiss. I saw her goosebumps rise up on her arm as I planted my first kiss on a knuckle, and felt my own rise as her other hand brushed my cheek.

Again our eyes met, flooding each other's eyes with the love flowing between us. No words were spoken as we closed the gap again, but this time we just held each other, feeling each other's hearts beat as we let time trickle by in complete peace.

After laying caressing and snuggling for almost an hour, I looked at Suzi and said, "I love you."

"I love you," she replied before moving to kiss me again.

Something in the way Suzi stretched after that kiss ended told me she was in the mood to start something a little less innocent. I quickly confirmed this, then checked LeAnne's condition intending to close the links if she had had enough.

Her tears had been drying for some time, having worked out her remorse and loneliness as Suzi and I had laid there. LeAnne's emotions had succeeded in their struggle to be felt, relieving the pressure she had been building for four years simply by crying. The experience of the love Suzi and I had been sharing had quickly overwhelmed her control while giving her the answer she needed.

Humans had evolved beyond allowing their desires and lusts to control them, but not by losing these drives that were once necessary for the species to survive. LeAnne discovered that these drives instead had evolved with us to making our lives worth living while we obtained more knowledge and wisdom to pass on to the next generations.

LeAnne had accepted how wrong she had been to consider all emotions to be unfavorable. She understood that they added substance to our lives, and the small penalty in performance was acceptable for the over all quality of life gained. LeAnne felt as if she had made the most important discovery in her lifetime. Little did any of us know this was just the first of many of such personal discoveries, and only the beginning of a long voyage that I wound up navigating for her.

As Suzi pulled herself on top of me and initiated another kiss, I altered the links so LeAnne could terminate them if she so desired, then turned my attention to the tongue which was requesting permission to enter my oral cavity.

I granted permission, then sent my hands down to her wiggling ass for a squeeze. Suzi responded by pressing her crotch into my rapidly growing one, stimulating me to run my hand across her backside, probing her ass with my fingertips through her clothes.

Another surge of pressure against my lumpy crotch was followed by Suzi's mouth pulling away from mine as she got up on her arms and started humping her crotch against mine in a slow erotic way.

We both quickly worked up a sweat, prompting us to start removing each other's clothing. I stayed on my back after she had lowered my pants and stripped off my shirt. Suzi had gotten used to just letting her male slaves decide how to pleasure her, but I felt she needed to start using her wonderful initiative talent more. We both kept our underwear on for the time being, having made this rule to never remove them if there was a risk of pregnancy.

Out of all the times Suzi and I had made love, had sex, or just simply fucked each other's brains out for the animal pleasure of it, there had been no risk of pregnancy. We were able to control exactly when she started her cycle and always worked around the window of fertility. After having triggered her cycle after four months of worry free sex, Suzi had the worst case of menstrual cramps she had ever experienced. She had opted to have her periods every month as she was supposed to, but always start the cycle on the same day each month.