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And... the cool air made her nipples super-long and kind of crinkly!

We hugged and I felt them knobbing into my chest, so I moved against her slightly sideways and felt her intake her breath at the feeling. We lay down, and I moved down her body to give her the licking Kate had taught me how to do effectively. Twisting a nipple here and there, mostly I was just adding that as an accent to the licking and 'derfingerpoken' I was doing below.

The process of licking and using my fingers was one thing, but at the same time, I reached out with my mind and tried to imagine what I was touching, and the tissue underneath it. The strangest images flooded into my head -- it was like I could imagine the underlying structure of connective tissue.

The clit-nub sat proud, but I got images that underneath it had a bunch of branches like octopus arms? Four more of them? They stretched down and under her whole lips area, inside along the length of her vaginal walls, and the body even went back to the base of her mons. As my fingers moved inside her, I could feel my touch setting of nerve bundles alive with touch and pressure sensations.

Obviously, I heard the results of my efforts as appreciative grunts and whining groans.

My horniness was rising this whole time, and it got so I really couldn't wait, so I climbed up her body and she pulled me into her. Again, like the first time, the amount of compression she was putting on my cock as I pushed inside was really amazing-feeling.

Every little bit of extra slide-touch as I slid in and out of her was velvet beauty, wrapped in French kiss, topped by whimper-inducing melty-happy joy.

We looked into each other's eyes as I went along, pressing in, her pressing up on me with her pelvis. I felt a connection with her deeper than just kissing, a presence together, a caring feeling I hadn't felt much before. It was more than sex.

Sure, it was sex, too.

There was more there.

Our pace increased, really, my pace, so I gave her a Big-O cue (which worked), and when she came down I gave her another. Just watching her contort and convulse gave me a joy.

On we went, and her screaming gasps filled my ears, until I felt myself climbing, too, tensing, needing, wanting desperately to... YES come SPURT yesssszzzz Coming oh, babe fuck yeah OHHH.....

Hard PUSHING into her, grinding my cock into her waiting tight CUNT YES fuck it was good OH SPURT fuck yeah...

She pulled me in, too, holding tight to my chest as I came, yelling in guttural need to shove my cock deeper deeper deepest SPURTing inside her with happy-making love SPURT and convulse, shake, shake gasp FUUUUCK spurt YES beyond loving ears ringing vision tunneled and YES UGNnnnnggggg I was there...

Eventually the force subsided, the calm took over, and, again, I rolled over, off of her, legs apart and letting my breath return to normal.

Wow.

Staring at the ceiling, breathing, just having come in a girl you really liked, who was laying just as naked and staring at the ceiling like you were, beside you?

This was GOOD!!!!

Even lying there, I felt a connection point, we didn't need to be touching, but there were connections, like invisible strands connecting me to her, emotion-filled tendrils of caring and want and affection, from me to her, pulling and joining us.

I listened to Carol let her breathing calm down. She adjusted, rolling towards me to lie alonside, hugging my side. Small kisses turned into wandering ones, and I felt her drop down my side and kiss her way to my abdomen.

I had to look, and as I did, I saw her evaluating and then picking up my penis, sucking it in and rubbing her tongue around. She apparently had paid attention when I described the 'cleaning up' that Melinda had done.

I couldn't see really well from my vantage point, but I heard a creak and saw Carol look up and smile and say, "Oh, Hi Mrs. Bolton!"

My mom's voice came from the hall, and rustling saying she was walking down it. "Hello, Carol. Good to see you. Sorry if I'm interrupting anything."

Slurp, and letting go, Carol shifted across the bed and smiled at me, "Oh, No, we're just finishing up. For now, at least, I think?"

I nodded at Carol and we grinned at each other. "Did you see the boxes in the living room?"

My mom's voice was coming from her room, across and down the hall slightly. "Yeah, I panicked for a minute, until I read the note."

Carol reached over and pulled on her shirt, which came down just below her crotch, so she wasn't completely naked. I watched her moves, enjoying the ripple of her leg muscles as she moved.

In her overnight bag, she got out a box of the same brand of panty liners that my mom used, put on her panties to her knees, and stuck it into the crotch. I hadn't seen this process before, so it was kind of new, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

I remembered I had an English paper to write, so I got out of bed, and enjoyed the fact that Carol was watching my moves, too, as I got dressed, too.

We went downstairs and schlepped up the boxes to my room, stacking them aside for the moment. I figured it would take a while to write the paper, and I didn't have time for computer assembly if I was going to do that.

Like my mom always said, "Have-to's afore Want-to's or it's Heave-to's." We had, some long time before, abbreviated that as just, 'HaWaHe', or Hawaii. In our 2-person family, it meant to get your priorities right or you'd shit-outa-luck. She said it like it was an old family thing, and I sometimes wondered how far back it went. She'd talked about her parents sometimes, but I got the idea she didn't really ever want to see them again.

That made me sad, and I wondered what it would be like to have a kid and not ever see them. Or, have grandkids, and not see them. Or, see your own parent again. The depth of loss on that had to be huge - something unforgivable or something.

I hoped that if / when I ever had kids, I never had that kind of thing happen. I could be a dick sometimes, maybe, I didn't know but probably everyone was. So, if I did something bad, or if my kid did something bad, I would hope we could still talk to each other.

With my own mom, I couldn't imagine being so distant that I'd not want to see her again. I loved her, and she loved me, and I didn't know how anything could get in the way of that. Of course, I didn't know her history, but maybe there was a way I could help her patch things up.

If her parents were assholes, and they might be since lots of people are, maybe they really were sad about being that way but not sure how to apologize? Maybe they just needed a chance?

Or, maybe they weren't sad about it. I could make them tell the truth, though. Maybe.

Just broaching the subject might be tough, mom didn't discuss that much.

Settling into homework, Carol worked on her stuff and I sat down to write my paper. I quickly scanned through 'Asher Lev', the novel we'd read, and decided to write my paper comparing how Lev wanting to be an artist was like someone wanting to be a doctor in the age of pandemics, as a huge worry to parents. Would Asher be safe and have enough to eat?

Once I started, I realized the thoughts were coming super-fast, and I just had to get them into the paper. It was easier and more fun than any other writing I'd done in my life. I decided that the secret to writing Stupid English Papers was, just have Great Sex first!

I laughed at that idea. I had trouble imagining other people having sex.

Hell, I had always had trouble imagining myself having sex, but I'd just had it, so... miracles?

Going through a second edit on my paper, I added some complexities I'd thought of, but then yanked them out again and put them in an addendum I called, 'Appendix: Too Much for Now!" that I thought my teacher would like. I was guessing at what parents felt, of course, I wasn't one, but it mostly rang true in my mind and I hoped I wasn't too far off.

Carol had pulled on old pajamas of mine to not be chilled, but my mom came in with hot chocolate and sat with us for a while as we drank it.

For my mom, I described the conversation with Mrs. Francis in a very general sense that I'd asked her to not spy on us, and she mentioned being interested in some things, and I encouraged that. My mother didn't need to know everything, after all.

I didn't think it was a good idea to explain my new abilities anyway.

Mom went to bed, and I realized it was about that time for me, but I had the last of my math homework and a chapter of econ, so I ended up going into the bathroom just as Carol emerged. In the passing, I got a very nice minty-toothpaste-kiss that put a ringing happy-spot into my heart.

In bed, lights out, I was tired and relaxed, but next to Carol it was just too tempting to Get Busy. Carol. She was on her stomach (which she said was how she normally slept), so I moved over and laid down face-down on her back. My cock, rising with all the Glorious Flesh around it, lay between her butt cheeks, and we laughed about how I didn't need her to do anything but just lay still and I'd figure something out from that friction alone!

Her legs parted, though.

Shifting down, I reached underneath her hip and found my fingers could get to her clit and slit, so I played a little finger dance on those as she moved. My cock, below this, poked into her upper thigh until I shifted that up and found a way to push myself in and still make circles on her clit at the same time.

This went over... Well.

Inwards I thrust, pushing myself upwards with leverage against her legs, driving my cock into her. My fingertips would graze the upper side of my cock as I moved, and her clit started popping out as a big nubbin under my motions.

Her cries, facedown into the mattress, went from desperate joyful screams to freaked-out-manic orgasm screams, tottering back and forth between gasping for breath as I slowed slightly to full-on crazy woman as she writhed in orgasm beneath me.

Eventually, my cock's thrusting, my slamming into her cunt, deep and deeper into her?

I came, turned her whimpers into fleeting-breathed high-pitched squeaks that descended into guttural breathy moans all at once, in time with my spurting cock inside her, I think. I was filling her and wrapping her, holding her to the mattress below and mostly immobile, my plaything and a body to be used and enjoyed and my body a machine of holding-down filling-up goodness, maybe.

I couldn't know her feelings, but I could imagine.

The excitement slowed, then, descending, falling in intensity but still full and fun with holding and being together, really joined and feeling the same joys of touch, wrapped and raptured, but calming and accepting of silences between our own, and the other's breaths.

Pulling back to relax, I slipped out and breathed a sigh of Happy Relief, then rolled to her side. Finishing the roll, I lay on my back and she moved to tuck under my arm, enfolding me in her arms and making the whole world pretty damned nice.

Her bending down to pull up the blankets paused slightly when she took my cock up and sucked it down, swirling the head around in after-gasms of echo-YES overpowering goodness.

I groaned all over again and convulsed into half sit-ups with the power of it, breathing in gasps while she slowed down her sucking and let me relax into the mattress...

Sinking relaxation, overpowering contentment, blankets up and cozy, soft skin warming against me, Ohhhhh yeah...

This was The Life.

Sleep...

== Chapter: Wednesday Morning ==

When my alarm went off I realized I was alone, and then ... the shower was on?

I heard voices.

In the bathroom, the shower was running, but I heard my mom and Carol talking. Somehow this wasn't something that I anticipated. I mean, I knew they could talk, but I realized that every other time, I'd been in the conversation.

Listening closer (and it was hard since they were across the hall) I could make out the conversation, just barely. They were talking about Carol's cross country running, and how my mother had been a runner in high school, too.

This was news to me.

My mother never talked about her childhood, or her high school career, or what she'd done in college. I remembered bits and pieces of those conversations, but not enough, I thought. It was a flash of insight that maybe my mother a different person than I imagined her to be, a person with a possibly complicated and interesting life before me. I thought to myself, laughing, 'How dare she!' realizing how unreasonable that idea was as I had it.

Of course, with my new abilities, I could just ask her, what her life was like. Maybe as a nominal grown-up now I could actually get answers. Or, I might open up a deep gaping emotional wound she still had but didn't want to confront. I'd never know. I could ask... and hopefully have some compassion flow through so she knew I loved her.

It might even be helpful for her to get whatever-it-was out in the open, but my idea of helpful and hers might be very different; my naive ideas about airing-out deep emotional pain might be... not wise.

The water shut off, and the shower curtain rings jangled, and I heard my mom's muffled voice come out of a towel, something like, 'your turn.' Again, jangling, and water starting, and then the door opening and my mother's door closing.

Each of these things was an image in my head, things that were happening out of my vision but imagined. I wondered if I was getting some kind of telepathy, but then I realized it wasn't that at all, I was just contented, happy, warm in bed and loving that I was surrounded by people that cared about me -- that was what was adding to the emotions of being there, not some ESP crap.

Though, I did wonder about that one thing with Kate where she seemed to know what I was saying without me speaking aloud. Maybe there was some of that, but, at that moment, I didn't have any of it.

I roused myself from bed, stood up with a sigh and an overhead-arms stretch-and-groan, then scratched my stomach and started putting my books in my backpack. Carol would be done soon, maybe, then I could get my shower handled.

Surprising me, the door opened, and Mom stuck her head into my room, probably to wake me.

"Oh! You're awake! Good."

Her eyes went down my body in a single motion, then to the side to look away. I was naked (of course) and still had some morning wood going on. This just couldn't be making my mother's life easy. I moved the book I was holding down to shield myself and said, "Yep. Just waiting for shower time."

"Well, don't get too busy or you'll be late for school." She started walking away, but paused and said, "Oh, and -- I'm making buckwheat pancakes, so come down quickly."

"M'kay."

I went in and brushed my teeth while Carol was in the shower. I announced myself so I didn't startle her, but she sounded happy and poked my head in to get a kiss.

There was an aura of domesticity to this thing that I really liked. It was almost like I was playing house. I'd had her sister Kate over the morning before, and it was sort of an echo of then. But with Carol it was a deeper connection - I'd known her better, for longer.

Given that they were sisters and facially looked similar, really there was a contrast with their body types, with height and breast size. Carol had removed her pubic patch; Kate had a trapezoid, another difference to add to the list.

Mostly their personalities were different. Kate was more outgoing, maybe? She was definitely more responsible and independent, I thought, just based on being older, but I had no idea if that was reality or my perception.

I considered doing something about my pubic-hair tuft myself, so as I got in and started showering, I asked her about it. Unfortunately, my mother walked by and overheard the topic.

At breakfast, Mom mentioned she'd heard me say that, but that completely shaved might be a lot of work to maintain. Girls had a 'different configuration' (her words) which might make it easier for girls than guys.

My worry was over the wrinkly skin that was my scrotum, I doubted a razor would go over that without major injury.

Suddenly, I didn't want to talk about it in front of my mother.

The pancakes were delicious, of course, and Carol and I walked to campus sated by both the food and the walking partner.

My school day was... eventful.

The way I mean this is, not necessarily in a good way.

On my way into my English classroom, Ms. Ryder was standing just inside the door. This blocked traffic. Then, someone dropped something and it all got kind of jammed up.

This wouldn't have been a problem, but I was in the wrong place. I'd mostly tried to keep to myself, to walk apart from people, but events transpired against me and I might have been distracted, to the end that I was suddenly in a kind of foaming milieu of bumping around to get into the classroom around this person. Since I wasn't in the center, I was one of the bumped ones.

So many people bumped into me it was hard to keep track of them, and then I gave up. Really, I was in a place where I couldn't move or I would have had to shove several people out of the way.

About half the class brushed my bare arm with theirs as they came in.

It eventually un-stoppered, but in the meantime, I had to think of how to handle this.

Previous experience was that if I said something to a person who was under my command, or whatever... thrall, then, appealed to me as a word, as I was sitting there, these enthralled people might take my words literally and actually jump out a window or 'get lost' or whatever, possibly with deadly effects.

I was pretty sure I didn't say the words, 'get lost' very often anyway, or 'fuck off', or 'fuck yourself', or any other symbolically violent phrases. Still, I'd have to watch myself.

As everyone sat down, the probable enthralled half (randomly distributed), just kind of turned and stared at me. The other half of the people either hadn't noticed yet, or as they did, they were glancing around trying to figure out what was going on.

I had to come up with a plan, and fast.

Getting up, I walked to the front of the room and said, "Hey, attention, please? Attention, please?" (this gave an excuse to everyone already staring at me). "I have an announcement." I turned to the teacher, Ms. Ryder, and stuck out my hand to shake hers. She did, and I said, "Hello. Kevin Bolton. Running for class president. Can I make my announcement here?"

Under my 'thrall', she said, "Sure, go ahead."

Somehow I knew that I could have said, 'pee your pants' and she would have.

Walking around, I walked down the aisles of seats and shook everyone's hands, and said, "Hey, _(their name)__, Kevin for Class President!"

Soon enough, I got everyone touched. Really, in one classroom, most everyone was a sophomore since this was an English 241 course and it required 101 and 102. So, I probably had 10% of the sophomore class covered. If I actually was running for class president, I'd be a shoe-in.

Our school wasn't that big, so this wasn't a stretch.

The classroom was silent, waiting for me to speak some more.

I decided the only thing to do was to read them the normal / fitness / healthy / whatever script. Really, I had to. I got out my phone, and brought up the shared document that Carol had typed up. She'd made revisions, I saw, the previous night, closing a loophole here or there, and, summarized, I liked them. She also added a caveat that not everyone would change their behavior at once, but picking a day over the next 3 weeks would do it then.

My eyes almost burst out of my head when I saw the last addition she'd made, really, the one I'd used on Dawn. It said that women should make arrangements to sleep over at my house sometime soon, with the time scheduled by Carol (and I gave Carol's phone number).