My Only Talent Ch. 06

The older one, who seemed less stoned, grabbed his stuff off the floor and booked it out the door. The younger one, who seemed really messed up and still had a greasy erection, too, took a step toward me instead of the door. A quick backhand eliminated the erection immediately, and brought both his hands down to cover the affected area. The return forehand whistled onto his left buttock with a resounding smack, and he began to consider an early exit! But he did not do it quickly enough to avoid another backhand that whistled past his groin, deliberately missing it, followed by another forehand smash to the ass. He shot through the open door. I kicked his stuff through it behind him, and closed and locked it. I put the racket back on the shelf. Melanie looked at me with a shocked expression, and then her face twisted into a snarl! I was not ready for any more bitchy criticism, but I was also at a loss for words.

Suddenly all my anger and disgust boiled to the surface! I was terrified by the dark and awful signals that I had heard from Melanie, and my emotions were whipped to a negative frenzy by the look and smell of the two guys that had been on the bunk with her. I was disgusted with her parents and stepfather that had messed her up so badly, and I was mortified by the way she had chosen to deal with it. I was disgusted with myself for not seeing the problem beforehand. My adrenalin reaction after driving off the two guys was still coursing through my veins and a part of my little monkey was really sorry they did not stick around to get killed. Somehow I bundled all this up in one big ugly package and sent out the mother of all Suzie signal pings, directed right between Melanie's ears! I sent my disgust and revulsion, I sent images of her and Janet being gang raped in an alley by more like the two losers that were just here. I sent images of the diseased, deformed or dead children she might never have. I sent the vivid and disgusting color images of primary, secondary and tertiary syphilitic lesions that I suddenly realized that my parents had used to keep me celibate for so long. I sent images of Melanie drunk and filthy and dying in the gutter as other people's healthy children walked around her, and I sent my fear that she would destroy herself to get revenge against her parents instead of just getting away from them. I visualized all these awful images coursing through her brain and shorting out all the evil connections and breaking open a path for new ones.

Her expression changed from an angry snarl to awful pain. The blood left her face and she burst into tears and fell to her knees. I sat on the floor next to her and she sobbed and keened and rolled into the fetal position with her head on my leg. She rocked and cried and cried and my pants legs were soaked with her tears. I put my arms on her shoulders and tried to shush her like you would a crying child, but she was inconsolable. I don't know how long I sat there, but it got completely dark outside, and still she sobbed and rocked. Then I heard a key in the lock, and I hoped it wasn't the campus cops coming to take me into custody. The door opened and a girl I did not recognize peeked in, with Janet right behind her. Janet started to yell, the other girl, who turned out to be the RA for the floor, said "Hush, this is the guy that ran them off!" Janet quieted down and then they both came in and closed the door behind them. Janet sat on the other side of Melanie, and when Melanie recognized her, she said "Oh, God, Janet, I am so sorry", and then returned to sobbing.

Janet took over holding Melanie's head off of the floor and I stood up to talk to the RA. "So you saw the two guys?"

"Yes, real fine citizens!" she said "and they were surprisingly fast!" I told her we needed to get Melanie medically checked for STDs and any other damage right away, but we could not allege rape because she probably had invited them in. She said she understood, and would take care of that and the paperwork needed. She and Janet got Melanie up and took her into the bathroom and started up the shower. I picked up Melanie's phone and tried to change her voicemail greeting. Luckily her password was 1234, and I deleted the greeting so that it reverted to the carriers' pre-recorded message. I put the phone in the charger on the desk, and realized that I was suddenly just barely able to stand up! It had been a disturbing afternoon, and I had missed dinner, too.

I stumbled to the elevator and went back up to my floor, getting some peanut butter crackers at the vending machine and drinking a lot of water directly from the faucet in the bathroom. I stumbled onto the bed and fell asleep in my clothes. I didn't even notice the text from Oiler asking where I was, and did I still want some calculus help?

My alarm went off at the 'regular' time on Thursday morning, but I felt anything but regular. I did feel really hungry, even more ravenous than normal. I know I had run a lot, but I think sending that big Suzie ping was more tiring than the running! I had a strong desire for protein, and I really chowed down at breakfast, and did not notice Nora until she touched my shoulder. I jumped.

"Hi." She smiled so beautifully. "How are you doing?"

I detected some of those sweet but muffled Suzie notes from her. I smiled at her, and I realized that just seeing her made things better. "I had a rough day yesterday. Classes were okay but I got thrown off my routine and I am having trouble waking up."

She touched me shoulder. "Me too, having Monday off always seems weird. Yesterday I decided to take nap before supper and had a nightmare. I woke up in a cold sweat. I was dreaming about dead babies and young girls laying in the gutter, and sick people with leprosy or some kind of bad skin disease. It was awful!"

That timing and imagery could not be a coincidence! I decide to change the subject. "Let's talk a little more about our 'talents'. If you opened up all your signals to me without blocking anything, would I be able to tell how you really feel about me?"

Her eyes went wide. "Yes, I suppose so."

I continued "And if I sent you all my feelings, could you tell that was genuinely the way I felt about you?"

"Yes, I think so." She sighed.

"Well, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!" I touched her shoulder tenderly.

She looked like she was about to cry. "I wish it was that simple" she said weakly.

"It is that simple, and it's also a risk return matrix. We can't have a wonderful relationship unless we take a risk and open up a little bit! I tell you what, I will show you mine and then you can decide whether or not to show me yours!"

She looked scandalized. "But you and I are not the only..." She stopped as I limbered up my sender and let her have it. First me tenderly kissing her lips, then she returns the favor. She quivered and some Suzie signals leaked out, but her face looked guilty and worried. Then I sent an image of Suzanne kissing her tenderly, and she kissing Suzanne. Her eyes suddenly dilated in surprise. Then I sent all three of us together, gently kissing each other around and around in a circle. She drew in breath and a strong, beautifully formed Suzie signal popped out.

I asked her "Are you letting that out or did it just get out without you meaning it to?" She looked panicked.

"I am doing my best to hold it in!" She shook and sweat broke out on her brow.

"You know Suzanne and I both think you are wonderful, and we both want you to trust us. Can you do that?"

"I have been trained so long not to trust anyone that it has become automatic!"

"Let me ask you this: are there any other risks other than somehow destroying your existing relationship with both of us?

"Is that all! I would be devastated if that happened!"

"But not moving forward is a risk, too! And we have a limited window of opportunity. You will be going somewhere else for your doctorate. We do not want to miss out with you!"

She looked panicked again. I needed to go, but I added "We need to sit down together, the three of us, and take some time to talk this out."

She looked frozen again, and said nothing. I had to talk to Suzanne and work out a plan.

My Thursday classes were routine, and I was starting to get back on track. By dinner, I felt like I had a handle on everything and was ready for Friday, except for calculus. I suddenly remembered Oiler. I texted him, and he said come by tonight after 8. I was famished again by dinner time, and I was there when the line opened up. I went through the line three times and finally felt full. I took a nap, and then I ambled over to the 'UDP Port' for a little calculus help.

Oiler came down from upstairs when I showed up at the door, and took me back to a big room with a pool table. There was a really hot looking girl playing pool with Oiler. I had never seen her before, because I would have remembered. She was not sending a thing for me or for Oiler, but she knew how to play pool and to look hot as hell doing it. Every time she leaned over or bent back for a shot either her breasts or her inverse heart shaped ass was prominently displayed. If she was a pool hustler she would definitely be able to completely distract and befuddle almost any guy.

Oiler introduced me to Esmeralda Estigoy. She was roughly Suzanne's size and complexion, but with very exotic features and a flashing smile, and she was graduate student in mechanical engineering! She walked me through all the physics of the game of pool, based on conservation of energy and described everything with equations. Then she began to set up particular shots and ask me what would have to happen to make the shot work. We described the requirements and then we set up several simultaneous equations and put them on the white board for solution. She stepped from the simple to the complex, but all of them involved at least two integrations to solve. She walked me through them just like Oiler had, and made me answer all the questions for myself, and then demonstrated the shot for me. It seemed like each more complex shot required her to lean over further and show more leg or cleavage to demonstrate it. I wanted to keep that progression going. My mind was racing to the next step. She smiled every time I got a right answer, and then she would unbutton another button or hike her skirt a little more, as if to say "if you get this one, I'll show you this!" When I would get the answer, she would catch me looking and just smile at me, but she was leaking Suzie signal excitement. I began telling her how hot she was and how wonderful a teacher she was and her excitement signal leaked even more. I tried to focus on her modulation and got glimpses of her and a blond haired older man. When I got through the final problem, a complex Masse' bank shot, she grabbed me and hugged me. Two things happened at that point. Her hard little nipples pressed into my chest, and my hard cock pressed into her thigh. We both felt them clearly. She leaked anticipation and excitement, not for me, but for the older guy. Suddenly I got it! She was looking forward to telling him about flirting with me, because it would get them both hot!

I smiled and thanked her for one of the most enlightening and enjoyable science lessons ever, and told her that I had never known math could be so stimulating. She laughed and said she hoped that I enjoyed calculus more in the future, and I winked and said that I hoped that she had a great story time at home tonight. Her jaw dropped and her eyes got huge and simultaneous embarrassment and excitement signals came through strongly. "If you ever need to craft some even more exciting stories to tell, I will be glad to help!" I grabbed her ass under the pool table and give it a little squeeze as I kissed her cheek! Even with her dark complexion, I could see her flush, even if I couldn't have heard her gasp. Her Suzie signal sounded loud and clear. She looked at Oiler, and he said "I told you so!" She said she had to go, and hugged us both, and we both watched her walk away until she was out of sight.

I looked at Oiler, and he said "I know, I know, she is as hot as a string of firecrackers, but we are just friends. I have known her since fourth grade. She is totally in love with an associate professor of Education. They are engaged."

Firecracker was exactly the right image for her. "What did you mean that 'you told her so'?"

"I told her about you finding Gretchen for me, and pointing out some girls to the other guys, and that you seemed to have remarkable insight into females. She was really giving you the prick tease treatment, but that's one of her boyfriend's theories: people learn better if you involve their sex drive!"

"Well it certainly worked for me. I will never feel the same about integral calculus, and I will never forget the basic physics of pool. I desperately wanted to get each new problem right, and maybe she would show me a little more hotness! What does he call his theory?"

"He calls it 'monkey vulva something', but I don't remember exactly. I'm sure she will tell him all about it how well it worked for you tonight!"

I was certain she would tell him that, and a few other things, too. Oiler went on tell me about his beautiful tall Gretchen and how wonderful she was and how great they were for each other. He told me to be sure to plan to come to the big Halloween party at UDP, because it was the event of the year, the costume contest was always spectacular because the women always tried to 'out sexy' each other, plus they had a new band playing that was going to blow everyone's minds. I thanked him again and he slapped me on the back and said anytime, and reminded me to come by the UDP tailgate BBQ if was going to the game Saturday.

I slapped him on the back for a change and headed back to the dorm. I looked over the calculus material for Engineering 101, and it made sense to me now. I double checked all my homework and everything was squared away. I went to sleep feeling better than I had since the Melanie meltdown, and I hoped she was okay.

I awoke hungry and horny, so the morning felt normal and good. I got to Rhetoric and Composition; the TA continued to smell better as I passed by on the way to my seat. It must be a new outfit, too, because there was no lingering tobacco smell on it. Sarah was already there and asked me to come with her for a minute, and she took me by the hand. There were some other students around the TA's desk, so Sarah had to play it 'straight'.

"Hi, Ms. Wyrickie. We just wanted to see how the smoking cessation program was coming along?" She did put a lot of emphasis on the word 'coming' but I think only the TA noticed it. Sarah moved us closer so we simulated standing above her, even though she was sitting and not on her knees.

Ms. Wyrickie looked nervous but held our gaze. "So far, so good" she said. "One day at a time."

Sarah smiled. "Some of the people I know that have quit tell me that in only a few weeks, things really taste better!"

Ms. Wyrickie gulped out loud. Sarah smiled and led me back to our seats. Class proceeded without incident after that. On the way out, Sarah mentioned something about supplemental motivation.

Professor Lillehammer was in fine form in Engineering 101, and waxed eloquent about the importance of melding theory with practice and learning from real live examples. I was sort of drifting off and he must have caught me, because he said "Don't you agree Mr. Roberts?"

I managed not to say 'what' and instead just said "Yes, Sir."

He was not finished with me. "Perhaps you would lead us in an integral calculus review for the rest of the class, and include real world examples we can all hang our hats on?" There was laughter and some 'ohs' and uh-oh's from the class. I stood and walked to the board, and I noticed there was a nice looking dark haired girl in the front row. She was not as hot as Esmeralda, but she did remind me of her, and she was smiling at me (or maybe laughing at me!), but not sending anything for me.

I began putting the billiards equations of motion and conservation of energy and resulting problems on the board, and began working through them as Esmeralda had taught me. I found myself looking at the dark haired girl in the front row and hoping she would lift her skirt or open up her top button on her blouse, but no luck so far. But every time I completed a problem, I remembered Esmeralda and got a little more turned on. During the next to the last problem, the girl in the front row slid down in her chair, which exposed about 50% more of her legs below her short skirt, and they were pretty nice legs. Just as I started the last problem, she shrugged her shoulders and her little blouse slipped down, exposing one shoulder, her long neck, and the top half of one breast right down to the top of the nipple. Uh-oh. Suddenly her unintentional display and the memories of Esmeralda started the tide rising in my pants and I could do nothing to stop it.

I pressed on with the solution to the final set of equations, but that necessitated me turning to the board and back to the audience, and the side view made my problem the most obvious. The girl in the front row was holding her hand over her mouth, but was staring right at my crotch, and I noticed most of the other girls looking too. Most of the guys were looking away and pretending there was nothing to notice, like I was. But a couple were not looking away at all, and I was able to identify Suzie signals one a 'new wavelength' that I had heard before but never identified. I finished the problem, and without thinking of the consequences, I asked if there were any questions. A girl in the back immediately said, "Does calculus really turn you on?" and the entire class guffawed. Lillehammer dismissed the class and I stayed at my seat until everyone else had left.

This, plus my new goal of completing 3 miles before Suzanne arrived, meant that I had to skip lunch altogether and just change clothes and start running quickly. I stretched and hit the track, trying also to run at a slightly faster pace. Suzanne joined at 3 miles, and I was feeling pretty good, especially to see her. She started the conversation before I could. "I had a talk with Nora. She is still struggling. She said she had some trust issues in general and with what her family taught her about men and sex in general. She wants us back off and give her more time. She is going home over Christmas break and she implied she would have to talk to her parents about 'family traditions' whatever that means. So she will come to us at the beginning of next semester to talk some more."

We continued running. My father, the master salesman, had taught me that sometimes you have to let the customers close themselves. I waited for it. She began. "Tell me what will really happen if I was to 'help' with your submissive girlfriend?"

"Well, I have a general plan for her to give her escalating 'kinky' stimuli to get her excited, and then give her 'normal' stimuli to get her off. The kinky stimuli generality involve humiliation, like verbal abuse, or performing degrading or forced sex acts, or embarrassing exposure, or pain, like spanking, whipping, or pinching. The sex acts are usually pretty normal, but with lots of accompanying talk, extra force, or in combination with pain. She is not allowed to come until I give her permission, so the tension builds up, and when I do let her get off, it is usually pretty intense. After she comes, she feels not just normal release and relaxation, but a huge endorphin rush and a wave of happiness and contentment. During that period, there is lots of hugging and kissing and normal 'cuddling' stuff. Sometimes that whole cycle repeats for another round. This afternoon I need your help primarily with the humiliation part."