My Only Talent Ch. 05byconanthe©
The girls began to enter and I noticed they were not quite as well made up as the ones at the ZZZ event, but they all had bright, active eyes and looked very aware and were well mannered. These girls all had a hint of the panache that Nora had, and some had a lot of it. I was disappointed several times by some great looking prospects that signaled nothing for me. I also notice by about girl number 30 that none of them so far had even a hint of tobacco on them! I liked that! One striking girl came through in a bright blue dress. She was a little taller than Lara, just as voluptuous, but with black hair and blue eyes that matched her dress! She was gorgeous. But not even the hint of a Suzie signal for me. Damn. The good news was that she sent a strong and recognizable one for Oiler, and even flirted with him in the line, although he ignored it. Come On, Man! You can't miss an opening like that. I took him aside and pointed him out to her. He was incredulous, but promised to ask for her number.
A few minutes later an even taller girl came in, 6' 2" at least, and very athletic looking. Volleyball or basketball I assumed. But the most striking thing was her unusual olive green eyes! They were on fire and taking in everything in the room like a laser scanner. She sent nothing for any guy that wasn't at least 6' 3", which left me out, but she did send a medium signal for Oiler. I also made him promise to ask her out. He looked very shy and said "I like short girls" and looked embarrassed. I told him I would keep looking but I was pointing out the girls that seemed to like him, which was a much better strategy!
I spotted several girls who were sending for Ralph, and a couple for some of the other guys, and passed on the information to them. I heard a few girls sending for me, and discovered that I was hoping for some moderate signals from girls I could pursue next year, and not strong signals from girls that wanted to do me tonight! I thought about the whole idea of the most efficient scanning and sorting procedures for me, and decided that was an engineering design problem I should think about. Towards the end of the line, I spotted Sarah, the shapely brunette from my Rhetoric and Composition class!
I smiled and we talked as the line wound down into the 'random mixer and phone number solicitation' phase. "Are you in UDP?" she asked.
"No. One of my best friends just pledged and he invited me to the mixer. What sorority are you in?"
"None, but one of my friends from high school joined one and she is trying to get me to pledge, too. This mixer is one of the 'benefits' in her sales pitch!" She laughed. "This is an amazing house, but the guys seem a little uptight."
I laughed, "Well I only know about my friend, and he is very selective, but not uptight. "I have a theory that intelligent people make the best lovers."
She looked interested. "Guys or girls?"
"Well, I developed my theory on women, but it might work for guys to, but you will have to tell me. With my admittedly limited sample, my hypothesis is that the brighter a girl is, the better she is in bed!"
"Why do you think that?" She looked intrigued.
"Smart girls are more creative and inventive, and they give you more surprises and fun! Really brainy girls are also a little bit neurotic, which makes them a little kinky, which sometimes can be fun!"
She looked at me very directly. "You don't seem like a really kinky kind of guy!" she said almost challengingly.
"Maybe not, but I am willing to experiment and learn if that's what it takes to please a lady. But I may not be as kinky as our TA!"
She laughed and touched my shoulder and said "I noticed she didn't write an erotic story of her own for the class to read! What do you think would be in it?" I noticed her hand was still on my shoulder.
"Well, this is just a hunch, but I think it would involve kneeling in front of you!"
"Ooooh" she said and gripped my shoulder a little harder. "Maybe in front of you, too, but I would be more interested if she didn't smoke!" She smiled again and headed for the punch bowl.
I noticed Oiler talking to the first girl I pointed out to him, just as she smiled and enunciated her number so clearly I could almost lip read it. I saw Ralph was having similar success, and chatting up both girls I pointed out to him, and getting numbers. Then I saw Oiler obviously get a number from the really tall girl, and she was flirting with him so obviously that even he couldn't miss it. As the mixer wound down, Oiler slapped me on the back and said "Let's go check your calculus level, dipstick." He certainly wasn't shy or tongue tied about that!
We went to the UDP study hall, which was completely sound isolated and equipped with walls that were covered with white boards. He handed me a marker and sent me to the board, and proceeded to quiz me on every aspect of my demonstrably dismal knowledge of calculus. Leibnitz and Newton need not feel threatened! He had me lecture him as if he was a high school student trying to learn it from scratch. It made it obvious to me that there were major gaps in my understanding, and that the things that I felt good about came mostly from rote memorization and lots of workbooks. After 15 minutes, he finally stopped asking questions and started talking. "I knew the state of math education in most high schools was bad, but not this bad! I suspect your calculus teacher never had a decent understanding either! Let's take it from the top!"
He went back to geometry and limits, and worked me through things, having me answer his very pointed questions until I was clear on what I did not know. Then he asked more questions that made me understand how to get the answers I did not know. Then he made me derive them myself from stuff I already knew! I learned that three of four things I had memorized without any foundation were better remembered as special cases of one general thing I could derive and thus remember. I lost track of time and tried to follow the logic. Things began to connect for me, and I began to put together logically and conceptually things I had just memorized by rote before. We worked though half a dozen major concepts until I could explain them on the board as a lecture with him seldom interrupting with questions or pointing out errors.
Then he said "OK, take a 5 minute break" and pointed me to the little break area and a refrigerator where I grabbed an orange juice. I was thirsty and suddenly hungry, too! When I walked back into the study hall there were four multiple choice questions and four calculus problems on the white board. "Do your best and call me when you are finished!" The multiple choice answers are came directly from the basic principles we had worked through, and the problems were straightforward in concept, and I finally worked them and my answers checked! I called out to Oiler and he came in and reviewed my work. "Congratulations!" he said "You just passed last year's differential calculus exam with an 85% score! We need one more session to get you through integral calculus, too!" I looked at the clock. Two hours total! He was a freaking magician!
As we walked toward the front door, he said "I have a date with both the girls you pointed out to me, which exceeds my sum total of dates for the whole last semester! So you get all the math help you need, any time you need it! He slapped me on the back again, and told me call him any time or drop by the house anytime. When I got back to the dorm, I went through the calculus problems for the review session and they suddenly made sense to me. I finished off the assigned problems for the next review, and then went to sleep about 1 AM.
Thursday morning at breakfast, Nora approached me. She looked tentative and inhibited, which was very unusual for her. "I need to apologize to you" she began. "Suzanne set me straight about your relationship with her. I was being over protective of her, but mainly I was jealous that both of you have such a relationship and I don't! And I let it carry me off track. Can you forgive me?"
I got right in her face. "Only if you forgive yourself and drop the self pity. You knew I was hot for you but you shut me down! Why?"
She sobbed. "I can't tell you that!" I waited. "Or more correctly I am afraid to tell you because you will think I am a bigger freak than you are!"
I got even closer to her. "Now that is not a statement you can just let hang! I already think you are a freak, but in a good way. You know you can trust me, just like Suzanne did. So tell me the truth!"
She shrugged. "You may be sorry that I did, but I will tell you anyway! I know you can hear the female signals! You are one of the 'talents' my parents warned me about. I was shocked to learn that you can send images, because previously I have only heard of females that can do it! I am a talent too, but a different one. I cannot hear the signals like you can, but I can control the ones I send very finely! I can prevent my signals from going out at all, and I can also send images better than most females. But I can see the images that you project, and that freaked me out! I have been using everything I have to stop my signals for you from leaking out. Yes I am attracted to you! But my parents taught me never to even consider being with a "talent' male!
I snorted. "Well maybe that is good advice for me! Maybe I should stay away from a female 'talent' too!" I thought a minute. "What is the rationale behind staying away from males with 'receivers"?
Her eyes flashed. "Because they may sense my attraction to them and my sexual tension and use it to manipulate and subjugate me!"
I considered that. "Or they could use their talent to connect with you and please you and always be in tune with your moods! Wouldn't that be a positive thing? I was not told about my talent until I was eighteen, and one of the first things I was taught was that I should never use my talent for 'one night stands' or to bed girls who liked me but that I didn't really care about!"
She looked at me with wild eyes. "Is that why you said you want to stay in a relationship with your 'sub' at least until the end of the spring semester"?
"That's part of it, yes, but also because it will take that long to really understand what pleases her and if it works for me, too."
Another long daisy chain of thoughts suddenly occurred to me. "How many other people have 'talents'? How long has your family known about them? What happens when 'talents' mate and bear children? Do the talents breed true?"
She shuddered. "Let's slow down. I have been expressly forbidden to discuss these issues for my entire life. It is going to take some getting used to! Let's think about all this and have another discussion later."
I wanted to know more, now! "Two more things before you go! First, are you interested in Suzanne sexually? Second, why don't you want to help with my sub?"
She cried like she had been chopping onions! "You bloody boob! I wanted to wait and see if you were a nice guy or a manipulator because I wanted you for myself. I am functionally bi but have never actually been with a woman, but I think Suzanne is totally straight, so my feelings may not matter. I don't want to get involved with your sub because I don't want to 'queer' my chances with you for the future, you arse!"
She got up crying and almost ran away. My talent may let me hear signals from women, but it sure did not guarantee understanding them! I was almost late for my morning classes.
I spotted Melanie early at lunch, and she seemed to look even better than Tuesday and she was practically strutting in my direction! I stared at her openly and sent as strong an image as I could of kissing her. She was smiling when she joined me in the line. Her skin was glowing and her hair was shining. She smelled fantastic! She had on a red 'overalls' outfit that would have exposed her breasts entirely between the 'suspenders' save for the white silk turtleneck she had on. But it didn't hide much, in fact it highlighted and accentuated her breasts, and she was obviously braless. I stared even more frankly and licked my lips. "Wow. Melanie! You take my breath away!"
She seemed very pleased, and so did her Suzie! We went through the line and I went passive and listened carefully for that detailed modulation. I got an impression of some enthusiastic, even rough, fucking and shuddering orgasms on her part. She set down her tray and dropped her book bag, and went over to fill her glass at the drink dispenser. I notice a 'romance novel' entitled "My Weakness' visible at the top of her bag, the kind that featured a bare-chested body builder male with flowing long hair embracing a prim and proper looking woman, who was saying something like 'I was shocked to find I could not resist him, no matter what he wanted of me!' I could do that for her! It was my duty!
Presumptive close, phase two. "On Sunday, I thought we could take a walk around the river park downtown, before we come back to your room to spend the evening." I sent pings of me grabbing her and controlling her, roughly stripping her and taking her even more roughly. Suzie said 'Bingo'!
She blushed, but acted coquettish! "What exactly are your expectations?"
I laughed and took her hands in mine. "I am going to take you like Sherman took Georgia!" I raised her hands to my lips and kissed them tenderly. "I will be gentle and go slowly at first, mindful of your pleasure, but by the end of the night I will be rough and demanding and get everything I need and want! And you will give it up for me without reservation. Do you understand me? I looked at her steadily, and she did not look away!
Her Suzie signal went absolutely wild! She had gone from sending nothing for me when we met to a loud and raucous roar! Wonderful! Her eyes got big and her face got even redder! She did not speak, but her chest heaved, making her big nipples stand up even more. She had gone from a depressed Goth girl to a little brown haired goddess that made my mouth go dry. I wanted her badly now!
We ate in silence for a few minutes, both of us lost in thought. Then I said, "Come on, I will walk you back to your room." We put our stuff in the disposal line and she walked beside me as if in a trance, taking the elevator up to the third floor. I knew Janet's schedule and she would be far across campus at this time.
When we got to the room, she turned and leaned against the door, and said, "Well, I guess I will see Sunday about noon, and then..." She never got to finish because I took her in my arms like a swashbuckling pirate and kissed her hungrily on the lips, putting my hands on the tight little butt checks of her outfit and squeezing her hips against me, pushing my right thigh against her snatch! I then held for a few more seconds in a very tight embrace, then turned and walked away without looking back. Her Suzie followed me all the way down the elevator, and I knew what was going to happen Sunday!
My afternoon classes were two exams, and I had been studying each of them for three one hour periods during the day, and I thought I was ready, and I was. For Engineering on Friday, I used Oiler's review technique and went to a vacant classroom to pretend to lecture high school students on the concepts for the exams, and that rapidly highlighted where I still needed work. After sitting with Kevin at supper and hearing more tales of the Big Pig Lake Bashes of the past, I was sure that Saturday would be interesting. I capped off my study lists and my engineering 101 homework assignment, and was ready for Friday. I went to sleep about midnight, and dreamed of Melanie!
Friday morning I did not see Nora at early breakfast, but I did see one of the UDP pledges I met at the mixer who also lived at the dorm. We sat together and swapped a few tales, and he said that Oiler had two dates this weekend and he was the talk of the house, thanks to me. I told him that Oiler should do fine, because I thought both of those girls wanted Oiler to chase them, and they wanted him to catch them, too. He laughed heartily.
In Rhetoric and Composition, the TA heightened the suspense by announcing that she would hand out the erotic short story papers at the very end of the class, and after we received ours we were free to go and she suggested we review our grades and her comments in private. She did say that there were some very interesting and realistic papers, and some others that just seemed to like to use slang words for body parts and showed little story telling ability. We spent the rest of the class analyzing a few great novels from our reading list, with the TA sounding like she thought she could have done better than the authors!
Finally she began handing out papers, in no particular order that I could discern, until everyone had taken theirs and was gone except Sarah the hot brunette and me! "Mr. Roberts, would you please close the door? I need to have a little talk with Ms. Stevens and you!" I pulled the door shut and sat back down next to Sarah.
"I am afraid that there is evidence that you two did not complete the assignment properly. It seems you worked together and collaborated on your story ideas. Did you discuss the stories?"
"Yes, but only after we turned them in!" I said.
She frowned. "The how do you explain the fact that both of you wrote stories that ended up with me submissively servicing both of you sexually, in a rather demeaning way?"
Sarah stood up. "Because we both think you belong on your knees! You want to be on your knees don't you?" She towered over the TA, and radiated domination! Wow! The TA froze and held her eyes down, and made a little smile that was a hollow imitation of Lara's vitality, but still recognizable. Her Suzie signal said 'whip my ass, please.'
Sarah moved even closer. "Well?" she said firmly. The TA dropped down to her knees! Wow again!
Sarah pulled her chin up to face her. "Your filthy tobacco habit disgusts me! If you are to serve us, you will have to stop cold turkey. I am a nursing student. When you have gone 4 weeks without smoking, tell me you are ready, and I will give you a medical test to confirm your abstinence. If you pass, I may allow you to suck Mr. Robert's cock! The TA quivered. If he reports that you have pleased him, I may even let you eat my pussy! Until then, you may remember our stories and dream of serving us. Do you understand?
The TA quivered again. Her humiliation and excitement signals were so loud they were almost painful!
Sarah was not through. "Record an A grade for both of us. Now! Then give me Mr. Robert's story and give him mine! Now!
The TA hurried to comply. Then Sarah moved around behind her and said "Down on all fours!" The TA dropped without hesitation. Sarah spanked her ass, hard, and so many times that I lost count. But the TA's excitement signal grew with each stroke! "If you don't quit smoking, you slut, then that is all you will have to remember me by!" Then she grabbed my arm and walked me out with her, leaving the TA sobbing!
"Holy Shit!" I said. "Where did that come from? How did you know it would work?"
Sarah laughed devilishly. "Read my story! And it's really a public service project I am doing to study smoking cessation techniques! What do you think are the odds that she will comply?"
"Pretty good, I think, but then I do not have any nicotine cravings to contend with. I guess it all comes down to one pleasure center over another!"
Sarah laughed again. "If she passes the test, do you want me to call you?"
"Of course! Even if the doesn't!"
Sarah spanked me once, pretty hard, and strutted away. I couldn't help but watch her until she was totally out of sight!
Engineering 101 seemed very tame by comparison, and I tried to concentrate on the calculus review, but found my attention wandering back to Sarah. Suddenly I heard the professor ask for volunteers to 'stand and deliver' a review for the class. He said everyone would have to do it eventually, and I knew my only chance was to be able to use the differential calculus review that Oiler had just given me. I jumped up before anyone else could and said "I will do a differential calculus review, Professor."