The Empath Cycle: 1949 In The Beginning

"What an ass! You are much better off without him. I say we get on earlier with the training so we have more time to paint the town red. Do you dance?"

"Sadly, I must admit that I have little talent for dancing. I am terrible at keeping a rhythm as you must have noticed in our t'ai chi classes. I rather propose that we hunt the better bargains at the various boutiques and stores of this area or that closer to your own home during the afternoon then retire indoors for our exercises, then a fine meal in good company. As for Sunday, surely, there must be a good movie playing at some theatre, then back to the grindstone and the pleasant company for a fine meal."

"I agree wholeheartedly with your ideas. I am in need of some lingerie and I would not mind finding something nice."

"What about yourself? Don't you have a boyfriend of your own or at least some male acquaintance who would love nothing better than to take you dancing or to some festive happening? Though I would really appreciate your company in those escapades, I can attempt them by myself if I can find the heart for it."

"I am almost afraid to reveal this personal trait of character for fear that you will shun my company thereafter..."

"Then don't. I value our friendship too much to endanger it over a personal quirk of character. I find that I also like your company on our own time, that is away from the context of classes."

"Yet, I think I must, in the interest of full disclosure, Otherwise I would feel like I am taking advantage of you and that is the very last thing I would do because I too have grown fond of your company and value our friendship highly."

"Then if you absolutely must, please wait until you are ready to leave later and let us enjoy these moments if indeed they are our last in such a context as you fear. That way, I will have the night and tomorrow to make my mind as to how terrible a person you are... or not."

"If you wish, let it be so. What do you propose we do until I must depart as you have an early day if you are to resume your personal training regimen of running in the morning and I have to be at work not so much later?"

"Would it be too forward of me if I said that I enjoyed our close contact during our meditation and would very much like to renew it. If it must be my last opportunity, I would rather not squander it."

"I did too and neither would I. Shall we repair to your bed then?"

"No need, we are comfortable here if you lift your arm, I will slip under it, wrap my arms around your waist and rest my head on your shoulder, if you agree."

"I most definitely agree. But I have a question for you. Feel free to answer or not. It is of no consequence save to satisfy my curiosity."

"Ask away. I doubt it can be as intrusive as I have just been so forward."

"When I asked if you wanted to resume our earlier position on your bed, you came up quite quickly with a quite elaborate suggestion for a spur of the moment response to my question. Just how long have you been thinking about it?"

"I can see how hard you struggle not to laugh at me. Maybe I should keep this information to myself or I may never hear the end of it."

"Oh, please. It cannot be that bad. Here, I promise never to breathe a word of it to a soul, though I cannot promise not to tease you with it from time to time. But always in private, I swear."

"Please do not laugh, but when you were standing in front of me earlier, I took advantage of your turning around to smell you. Ah! You are laughing."

"No, my friend, I am not laughing at you. I am laughing at us."

"How so?"

"When you were leaning on me earlier, I had my nose in your hair and when I rose from the trance, I admit to waiting a few minutes before rousing you because your legs were parted and I wanted to savour the feminine scent wafting from your center without embarrassing you. So when you suggested nestling with your nose so close to my armpit, it reminded me of when I spied you doing the same to me at supper. So you see, I laughed at the congruence of our olfactory fetishes."

"Indeed, in this, it seems we are two peas from the same pod."

"Yes, and I also have noticed that when we first sat here, we were at the opposite ends of the couch and now, you are barely a foot from me. You have been squirming closer and closer as we spoke."

"I am and I have. At first, I did not notice. Then I found that I could not help myself. After our closeness during the meditation, I find that I am unaccountably attracted to you. Strange, is it not?"

"Hum..."

"Did I say something wrong? I apologize. Please forgive me!"

"No, please, do not cry. It is nothing you said. Nothing at all. It is me. I find myself quite conflicted. Come closer, dear friend, and we will cuddle as you suggested."

"Are you sure? I would not want to offend."

"Trust me. I am not offended. Are you comfortable there?"

"Yes, thank you. And I was right, you smell divine. I have to confess that I find the smell of body sweat to be most... Hum..."

"Erotic?"

"Well, yes, I am ashamed to admit it. I find that most of the natural scents of the human body are like an aphrodisiac to me. Please do not think poorly of me. Quite a few of my former lovers have been disgusted by that side of my personality and left me, calling me a pervert."

"There, there. Dry your tears. I will not judge you. Remember I told you only moments ago that I share your enthusiasm. In fact, I have a gift for you."

"You do? You should not have."

"Do not worry, it is the gift that keeps on giving. Did you notice that I sat at the end of the couch that had a blanket on it and that I folded it a few times before sitting?"

"Yes I have but I thought nothing of it. The reason it is there is that I do the same to protect my tender bottom from rebellious springs."

"Well, I had another reason in mind. You see... Hum... Since I see you already discreetly drawing as deep breaths as you can without being too obvious, allow me."

"Ooooohhh! Thank you for opening your legs so. Aaaaahhhh! You smell heavenly. As I knew you must. At the kitchen table, I got only a faint whiff, but now, you are filling my mind with desire."

"You may lean closer, my dear. I will not mind."

"I think not or I will have to leave you for a moment to take my needs in hand, so to speak."

"Why would you feel the need to leave my side for this? No, do not answer, I understand. Here is my gift, then I will take my leave."

"What are you? ... Oh my! You've dipped your finger in your cream and smeared it on my upper lip. Now I cannot escape your sweet smell. Why did you do this to me? My mind is ablaze with desire."

"Yes, I know and now I will leave you to pleasure yourself while thinking of me."

"Noooo!, Please. Why did you do this to me? You do not have to go now, I will wash it away. Please stop dressing."

"I must. But before I go, here is my secret. May I kiss you before I tell you?"

"Of course, you may, please. Huuummmm! Please, do not tell me. Stay with me."

"If it is to be my last memory of you, it will be a pleasant one. You see, dear friend, I do not have a boyfriend and I never have and never will because I am sexually attracted to women. I have been sitting on the blanket so I would not stain your couch with the amount of cream I knew I would produce sitting so close to you because I love you."

"I do not care about the couch. Noooo! Please do not leave!"

Chapter 15

"Hum... Us? ... Cat? ... Can you hear me?"

"Yes we can, little one."

"I have some questions. Can we talk?"

"We think we have better communicate outside the mesh. We can feel your confusion and we fear some of it rises from our mode of communication when linked. We will come back to it later if you wish."

"Are you with me, baby?"

"Oh Cat! Why did we wait so long? I loved you from the first time I saw you in class with Sarah." Martine wailed as she lunged in Cat's arms.

"I know, baby, I know. I did too and I could tell you did, but you know why I had to wait for you to discover it for yourself."

"Yes, I do, and I'm going to kill Sarah with a blunt spoon."

"Hum, missy, I'm right here. You know it wasn't easy for us either. And Cat didn't have you to help her either. We had to find the most isolated place we could in the city for her so she had a place to let herself go and cry."

"Sarah, you're okay! I was getting worried for you and then Cat sent me in there and they showed me these memories."

"I was all right all along. My wives took their sweet time showing just how much they loved me."

"Yes, we did..." Jules said.

"Because we missed you so..." Ari continued.

"We had a lot of time..." "To make up for. We will have..." "To try and figure the time factor...". "Between the island and here."

"That won't be an easy one. Do you think you two will be able to separate?"

"We are working..." "On it. Not easy..." "Because we were already..." "Bonded before this..." "Happened."

They heard low moans coming from the foot of the bed.

"Blessed Mother, I forgot about them." Sarah shouted as she jumped off the bed. "Martine, I need help. You can feel sorry for yourself later."

"I have nurse training too, Sarah." Ari said.

"And I can help too." Jules chimed in. "Cat taught us other tricks than the naughty ones."

"Yes, I did. And if they aren't sure, we can link and they can ask." Cat finished.

"Even if you're not touching?" Sarah asked, her scientific curiosity peaked.

"Later boss, these four may be in shock. You three... Us... They need you right now. Cat, you're the best therapist we have and you have the most experience. I suggest you all link up. It's our best bet. Can you pull on Ari's trauma nurse experience?"

"Yes, baby, we can. What one knows, all know when we are linked."

"Then get to it. Sarah and I will go see how the others are faring downstairs... And if she doesn't come back up here, well, those stairs can be slippery. Ouch! Boss, haven't you has enough fun with your wives?"

"No, but that's another subject. I had to assert my authority."

"By tweaking my nipple?"

"Whatever works. They teach that in administrator school. Ask Karen, she did it to me often enough."

The rest of the banter was lost as they ran down the corridor to the stairs.

"Blessed Mother, it reached all the way here, but not as bad. Go back to the first floor and call them. We will need at least..."

"It... Us... Whatever, they know. One of them was on the way before we arrived."

Sarah turned to Martine, shocked. "You can talk to them?"

"Yes and no, boss. Later. These women need our help."

The six women were in various states of undress, from naked to shredded clothes barely hanging from bodies. Most were conscious, but two were slumped in each other's arms with blank eyes and drool dripping from their mouths.

"Sarah, run to the laundry room and get as many blankets as you can. We have to keep them from going in shock or we're really in trouble."

"We will help." Jules said as she raced down the last set of stairs. "We examined them and we will be able to help. As the little one said, we have to keep them warm and herd them upstairs. This place should have an elevator."

"I'll mention it to the owner. For now see what you can do for these two, they look the worst off."

"We already are. Have, our Sarah. Please get the blankets."

"But you didn't..."

"THE BLANKETS, BOSS!"

"Yes. Yes. I'm going."

"Can you help the others?"

"Yes, little one. We are blanketing their hurt, but we will need to help them together with the other ones. It is the same trauma and it needs to be addressed all at once."

"Can't you do it here? Why do they have to be upstairs?"

"They were linked as we got carried away when our Sarah came back to us. We expected it and we shielded ourselves, but our merge with our wife was so strong some of our love leaked. One of us says these people love our Sarah very much too and they must be together with her, touching her, to get the best results."

"If these are in such bad shape, what about the people in the guest house and the caretaker and his wife? I have to go check on them."

"We have looked. The leak did not reach so strongly in those places. They only got a jolt of love for their fellow human beings. As we said, we shielded all erotic emotions. The love was stronger than anticipated and a little leaked."

"That was a little leak? Why wasn't I blasted? I was inches from you three."

"We told you, remember? We shielded you very tightly. One of us is very much in love with you and has been for a long time. So we love you and we hope you will love us. And we were with you all the time before our Sarah came back to us."

"I heard that. I'm sorry. I did what I knew best. You're sort of a new entity. We'll have so much to learn from you."

"We know. One of us guided us and we have begun to evaluate ourselves."

"Can the academic discussion wait for later, help me you two... four eggheads."

"Interesting management style, our Sarah. One of us says that your people are much like us. You function together much like we do. What one knows, all know."

"It's called teamwork, Jules. Okay, they're covered, but how will we... Hey, they're waking up."

"No, our Sarah, we are helping them. They are dreaming. We will guide them up the stairs. The more hale will support the weaker ones. You and the little one need to be behind so none fall back. We will go before and they will follow."

"You heard the woman... women... Here we go."

The large mattress had been pulled to the floor and the blankets set on the thick carpet around it so the ten women could lie down around Sarah and touch her.

"I can understand why they have to touch me, but this is ridiculous."

"Why? I know you and Karen have loved each other for years and these two love you a lot. Heck, if Stéphanie had discovered this side of her before, she would have jumped your bones a long time ago. As for Anne, it wouldn't be fair to her if her girlfriend had all the fun."

"Cat, I always knew you had a twisted sense of humor, but I never knew you had such a mean streak."

"Mean, moi?" Cat replied with an innocent expression. "Whatever do you mean?"

Ari, Jules and Martine were supporting each other so they wouldn't fall over, they were laughing so hard.

"Hey! I felt Karen move."

"I'm not surprised. They are not in a coma, only in a loop of love for you. Maybe we should let her continue dreaming."

"Cat, I may be your wife in a weird way, but I can still take you across my knees and spank that beautiful ass of yours."

"You three still haven't explained this 'our wives' thing to me."

"We will, baby. You'll get a kick out of it. For now, we have to break these women out of their loop. We thought that it should be Ari because you have been so very close to her for so long, Sarah, but I pulled the short straw because they all have worked with me one way or another from the beginning since I was the first of your team, being the subject of your Doctorate research, which started us down the road here."

Weary of her wicked grin, Sarah asked. "What do you mean you pulled the short straw?"

"I won the privilege to be the trigger and the physical link between us and them through you, that's all."

"Ah, if that's all... Hey, what physical lmmmmpphhhhh."

Cat had lowered her wet vagina on Sarah's mouth. She reached to Martine. "Come here baby, kneel in front of me and kiss me."

"Will that help?"

"No, but I love you. Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, darling. More than enough."

Ari and Jules, holding hands, stood behind Martine and each put a hand on one of her shoulders. Before them, Sarah was lying on her back, Karen had her face on her by now leaking vulva, Stéphanie and Anne each had her hands placed on a breast and her mouth on a hard nipple. The other women were arranged so they each had a hand on her body.

Sarah, aware that she was the nexus which the three empaths would use to project whatever healing they did, was still worried for her team. These women had been picked out personally by her for their empathy. For some it was a real talent at one level or another, for other the expression of a caring heart, but she was ultimately responsible for bringing them to these straits. She hoped with all her heart they would come out of it undamaged. The empaths were confident, but she still worried. It was her nature.

Sarah enjoyed Cat's taste on her tongue. She always had, but she wondered what she had meant by 'trigger'. If that girl brought her twisted sense of humor to mix with Jules imagination when it came to inventing 'naughty games' and Ari's newly found enthusiasm for sex, things could get interesting.

She felt Cat shudder and a rush of love cream flowed to her mouth. It was immediately followed by the now familiar intense feeling of love from her wives. She opened herself to it, welcoming it as the nourishment her soul sought and craved. Her last conscious thought was that they were again working their magic on her body. One of them was sucking and gently biting her clitoris as she thrust however many fingers in her vagina and the other was kneading her breasts roughly and sucking, nibbling and biting both of her nipples.

"Now that we have broken the loop, we will pull out and let them reconnect in a natural way. We will ask our Sarah to keep the team here for a few days so we can observe them and see what effect the experience may have had on them.

When Sarah came to, Catherine was still rubbing her leaking sex on her mouth... but it tasted different. One of her wives was still using her mouth on her inflamed vulva... but she was softer, gentler. The other was still using her hands and mouth on both of her breasts... Both? She gradually became aware that her wrists were gripped so her fingers were used to penetrate two hot and very wet vaginas, her ankles and her toes similarly used. In fact all of her body was kissed, licked, laved, nibbled, bit and humped.

'Mother! What's happening?' A bewildered Sarah wondered as the pleasurable assault was rapidly threatening to engulf her in a major orgasm.

The mouth that was nibbling on her ear pulled back a little and its soft breath cooled the saliva it left behind. A soft, loving voice said. "I told you they love you, didn't I. Now they learned in a most intimate way how much you love them. Enjoy, darling!"

"So, girls, do you think we should wait for Sarah to finish 'asserting her authority' so we can marry our other wife?" Cat asked.

"It's up to..." Jules began. "You. We would prefer..." Ari continued. "If she was with us, but..." "She is your Martine..." "After all, so it's your..." "Call. Our Sarah can join..." "The honeymoon later."

"Hey, ya'all! I'm here. I can hear you. And don't I get a say in this?" Martine said indignant. At least, she affected being so, but the earlier 'dreams' had softened her position somewhat.

"Sorry, baby. We still have to learn to communicate outside the link. We have to re-wire some mental processes, if you will. Remember that for us, it's been quite a long time and we've gotten in the habit of being alone and exchanging our way."

"Speaking of that, I have some questions. First, why can I 'speak' to you and 'hear' you through your link and not Sarah?"

"As far as we can tell, each time we came back, we called to Sarah. But in our conscious moments, we were still caught in the initial conflict and we did it though you which is why we couldn't reach her."