Soulmates
12
Fantasy Gone Wild
Jaime and Keira and Angus
JAIME AND KEIRA spent most of their afternoon walking together holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes. They were completely lost in each other for a long time before the presence of others around them began to impinge on their awareness.
First, they focused on a woman walking a tiny fluffball of a dog and daintily picking up the poop.
Oh, my baby. That’s such a good girl. Are you ready to go home now? You want to be carried? Come to Mommy.
«I think the dog understood all that,» Jaime said.
«Don’t tell me you could read the dog’s mind!»
«No, not at all. I don’t think. It just seemed like she responded to what the woman was thinking more than to her voice.»
«I get it. There’s an argument going on. It sounds serious. Over there.»
The people Keira identified were too far away for their hushed voices to be heard, but their thoughts were racing together. The guy had gray hair and beard. He wore a bowler hat and a utility kilt. One woman was tall and strong, the other only slightly shorter and elegant. The conversation was heated.
Old man, you’ve done this one too many times. How long do you think we’ll let you just walk all over us. Your days are numbered, said Kate.
You’re farting in the wind. We should grab the bag as soon as we see it and be away before anyone knows it’s gone, Angus replied.
Right. Like the last time we tried that kind of move and were almost killed, Thursday (the younger woman) said. It was really too cold out for the short skirt and bare legs she was sporting.
We couldn’t just leave them, Angus said. They were sitting ducks. If you’d just taken off your top like I told you to, the muggers would have dropped everything to stare.
In the club or on the beach, Angus. Not on the street, Thursday said.
Jaime and Keira could see that all three shared very familiar images of each other nude. Apparently, both women worked in nude clubs nearby.
Hold it. No, that’s where you have to slug him, Kate said. It starts the fight and he draws the sword.
«What?» Keira asked.
«They aren’t fighting, they’re rehearsing something. I wondered what was going on. They didn’t look all that angry. But that cane he’s got with the dragon head? It really is a sword!» Jaime said
«Is that legal?»
«Hey, you two!» Angus shouted in their heads. «If you’re going to eavesdrop, be quiet about it.»
«You’re a head talker!»
«Shh! Don’t tell the girls. We get into too many scrapes to have them thinking all they have to do is think to me and I’ll rescue them,» Angus shot at them.
«Are you actors?» Keira asked.
«Amateurs. I’m a detective and these are my sidekicks,» Angus said.
«Cool! …What are you picking?»
«Dandelion leaves and raspberry leaves. For the rabbits. Are you done prying into my affairs?»
«Sure. Sorry. Didn’t mean to be nosey. We just don’t know many people like us,» Jaime said.
«There aren’t many. I haven’t had a conversation like this in years. Kind of refreshing.»
«Maybe we’ll see each other again sometime,» Keira offered.
«Maybe. I come here often. Little chilly these days, but there are still leaves on the raspberries.»
«Nice to meet you, Mr. Angus,» Jaime said. «Maybe we’ll see you on Sundays.»
Jaime and Keira withdrew and felt Angus putting up some mental defenses he hadn’t used in years. They could hear the women getting ready to start the scene again and decided they should take their eavesdropping elsewhere.
«That was weird,» Jaime said.
«Yeah. It shows though, how wrong we can be when we overhear people’s thoughts. They were rehearsing a play!» Keira said.
«Yeah. He’s a detective? He has to be at least seventy-five.»
«Yeah, but the ladies with him weren’t more than forty or so. And man, could they strut their stuff,» Keira said.
«Really! I’m too young to go to those places!» Jaime said.
«Yeah, but you can fantasize about them. Or not. I’ve got another idea.»
«I’m all ears. Or whatever this is,» Jaime said.
«I think we really need to go slow and grow into our relationship a little at a time,» Keira said. «We haven’t even kissed yet and I know we’re both thinking about going all the way.»
«I didn’t mean to let that out,» Jaime said.
«We were so deep in each other, I’m not sure you could have kept it in. You had to have heard the same thing from me.»
«I kind of thought it was just me being reflected in you.»
«No. Jaime, I want to be your lover. It just scares the shit out of me. That’s why I think we should really take it easy. It’s why I said no kiss until next week. We’re only just getting comfortable holding each other’s hand and look where that took us today! What’s going to happen next? I don’t think I’m ready to find out.»
«Yeah, I agree. It’s just hard is all.»
«I could feel that.»
They both snorted.
«We shouldn’t go without any relief,» Keira said. Jaime looked at her with a thousand questions. «I said I thought we could play a little game this week, right? Well, what if we kind of open ourselves to hearing fantasies this week—you know in school. Then we could just take a fantasy home and enjoy it. Individually, not together. But then we could share what happened.»
«Isn’t that kind of voyeuristic?»
«No one gets hurt by it. We just have to be sure we don’t act differently toward anyone, okay?»
«Yeah. I mean, it’s not like we’ve never done anything like that before. It would be like going to sleep with the image of that Thursday girl in our heads. She was really…»
«She sure was. Let’s see where it takes us this week.»
Jaime and Keira
Jaime typically found girls’ fantasies and the occasional memory to be more inspiring than those of boys. He was fascinated by girls’ bodies and the thoughts they sometimes had. Keira also preferred girls’ fantasies because they were less graphic. Boys’ memories were often better, in her opinion. Imagining herself on the receiving end of a boy’s attention—one who had actually experienced sex—was breathtaking.
Still, as much as their contemporaries thought about sex, most of it was in fleeting bits and lustful reactions rather than anything to really build on. There was so much going on at school that took attention away from daydreams, it was rare to find someone with as well-developed a fantasy life as, say, Debbie Burke. Jaime had decided to stay well away from Debbie’s fantasies in the future.
By Wednesday, neither had found a likely subject for a good fantasy and they were contemplating just taking one of their own memories when they sat at lunch in the cafeteria. It was raining out and they sat near each other, sometimes allowing their hands to brush against each other for that momentary expansion that allowed them to distinguish individual thoughts from the crowd.
Juan and Letitia stopped by their table to show Cheery’s new engagement ring. She was beaming and Mex couldn’t stop grinning. They were headed out for a little alone time away from school. They could hardly keep their hands off each other.
«There was enough fantasy material there to last a week!» Keira said.
«I can’t think that way about my closest friends,» Jaime answered. «It just wouldn’t be right. I blocked out everything they were thinking.»
«I understand that. I’ll skip them, too.»
Jaime glanced over by the windows where he spotted his computer lab partner, Emerson Flaherty. He liked her, but didn’t consider her to be a close friend. She sat alone, looking out at the rain.
«I see her,» Keira said to him. «She’s awful mousy, isn’t she?»
«To most people. It isn’t how she sees herself.»
Keira focused on Emerson.
«Wow! I should say not! Do you suppose she’s really that way? Why would she hide that around school?»
Keira returned her attention to a guy who had caught her eye.
«What do you think of that guy at the table straight across the room from us?»
Describing where the guy was sitting wasn’t really necessary. Jaime could instantly zero in on him from Keira’s thoughts with a mere brush of his hand against hers.
«He’s slept with how many girls?» Jaime thought in shock.
«He doesn’t even remember. It’s been going on for years. And not just girls. Adult women. College women. Mothers and sisters of his friends. He didn’t know what he was doing at first, but now he fancies himself a born seducer.»
«And he thinks they’re all happy about it. Is he just making all this up in his head?»
«I don’t think so. I’m going to pick a couple of memories as they come through his mind this afternoon. I’ll think about them later.»
«It’s hard to think of you imagining somebody else… you know… doing it with you.»
«Don’t. Focus on Emerson. If we don’t choose other people for when we want to… masturbate, we’ll end up thinking about each other and… You told Mex to keep it zipped a while. We need to do that, too. This is just as important for us. If we rushed home after school and made love today, it would blow my mind. Yours, too, I think. I’m not sure I’d recover. We’re getting better at controlling things when we hold hands, but even that… I come close to losing myself every time we do it. We need to go a little at a time and when we make love, it will be phenomenal.»
«When we… Do you think we’ll make love, Keira?»
«I’m counting on it. This weekend, I want to kiss you after our date. Just a little. We have to be disciplined about it. But I’d really like that.»
«So would I. You know, it’s easier to tap into the way someone imagines having sex than the way they imagine kissing.»
«Strange things. I think it’s because people stimulate their own… sex organs when they masturbate. It’s really hard to stimulate your lips… or… tongue.»
«Wow!»
The bell rang and they shared a quick hand squeeze under the table before heading off to class.
Jaime and Emerson
Jaime kept a light connection with Emerson all through the afternoon, waiting to see if she returned to the sexy thoughts she was having at lunch. She had been his computer lab partner for over a year and they were currently working on her concept for using predictive AI for color trends. He found the subject as fascinating and absorbing as she did, though her application concepts were drastically different. He’d never really spotted her active fantasy life. This day was different.
Rain always makes me think of Dom and Raquel, she thought as she puzzled over a design problem the teacher had assigned. She glanced out the window and picked up her fantasy where she’d left it in the cafeteria. It was Paris on an afternoon just like this.
Emerson’s carefully maintained image at school was as a quiet intellectual, slightly aloof and uninteresting. She was a computer nerd and the previous year had created her own search engine that was customized to her interests without flooding her with advertising and irrelevant links. It was simple, but it always gave her the results she wanted.
In Paris as an exchange student the previous spring and summer, she was anything but the mousy girl she appeared to be in Portland. She’d dressed sexily, talked differently, and acted outgoing. She wore makeup and was downright flirtatious. Talk about living a different life in her fantasies! Only Jaime soon realized this wasn’t a fantasy. Her alternate personality was real, and so was her exchange term in France.
The images she remembered as she sat near Jaime were vivid and detailed. She’d made love to both a boy and a girl! The memories could easily fuel Jaime’s time alone after school.
After school, Jaime and Keira met up to walk to the bus stop.
«I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a little relaxation with my vibrator,» Keira said.
«Wow! Now I’ll have to focus harder on Emerson to keep that image from taking over!»
«You plucked some great content, too. She really did that? Hot! I’m hanging out my ‘Do not disturb’ sign as soon as I get home. You need to, too.»
«Yeah. When I did that yesterday, I fell asleep.»
«Oh. Well, better luck today,» Keira giggled. They touched hands again and went their separate ways.
“I’m soaked!” Emerson said to her companions. All three of them were drenched through to the skin after being caught in the sudden downpour. They’d taken quick shelter at Dom’s apartment.
“I like this,” Raquel said, looking at Emerson and then reaching out to stroke the pointed tip of Emerson’s nipple, tenting the fabric of her almost sheer blouse.
“You know, you are just as exposed as I am,” Emerson said, playfully returning the attention to Raquel’s nipple.
Just like now, Emerson thought, looking at herself in the mirror. I’m glad I took my bra off before I left school.
Jaime suddenly realized he was not simply replaying Emerson’s schooltime memory of her rain-drenched afternoon in Paris. Emerson was reliving it as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She stood differently than she did in school—not slouched, but upright with her shoulders back. And her very prominent nipples poking out the thin T-shirt she’d worn to school.
“Do you like them?” Raquel asked.
“Oh, yes,” Emerson said to her reflection as she stroked her breasts.
“Oh, yes,” Jaime repeated in his mind as he felt Emerson’s fingers on her nipples. She paused in her memory a moment to play with the sensitive points, bringing Jaime’s cock to absolute rigidity.
Then an image of Dom, shirtless, appeared in her memory.
“Do you girls want a T-shirt or something to put on so you can get out of those wet things?”
“If we take off our shirts, I don’t see any reason to put something else on, do you, Raq?”
Emerson stroked Dom’s chest and Raquel followed suit, paying attention to Dom’s nearest nipple.
Though he couldn’t feel what Dom had felt, he could feel the memory of Emerson’s nipples being stimulated by her two friends.
All this time, while the images played in the back of his mind, Jaime was looking out Emerson’s eyes as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She got as turned on by watching herself as by the memory itself. Jaime could feel the tingling in her pussy as she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and slowly pulled it up off her wet skin. She pulled it over her head and off, feeling the cool air against her tender nipples. The image in the mirror was very different from how Jaime had imagined the girl would look when he saw her in school. She pressed her hands against her breasts, remembering those of her girlfriend pressed against her as they came together for a kiss.
Jaime’s mind filled with a vision of Keira pressing her lips against his, her mouth opening to touch his tongue with hers.
He snapped his eyes open and jumped out of his bed, locking up his mind and hanging his mental ‘Do not disturb’ sign on his thoughts. He pulled on sweats and went to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner while he tried to sort out his thoughts and feelings. Maybe another time he might satisfy his aching groin, but not now. Not today. Not tonight.
Jaime and Keira
Jaime had never been conflicted about his ability to read others’ thoughts. It had always been natural—the way his world worked. But only once before had he ever connected ‘live’ with another person’s sexual fantasy. With Debbie Burke, it was almost as if she wanted the connection—invited it—and he was helpless to break it. But something was very different about connecting with Emerson’s relived memory of her time in Paris.
«Did you have a good time last night?» Keira asked at lunch. She was shifting back and forth at the table as if she needed to say something but hadn’t decided what.
«I… didn’t do anything,» Jaime responded. It seemed both teens had other things on their minds and weren’t sure how to share them.
«Why? I thought you were into it when you left school.»
«Like you were into Seth Thomas?»
«That… didn’t exactly go like I planned. I started sorting through the memories I grabbed from him, you know? None of them were the least bit exciting.»
«What do you mean?»
«Like, I can’t believe anyone falls for his lines. He’s so… empty. The women he thinks he leaves satisfied are more like hollow images that are just vacant of any emotion at all. I’d like to read one’s memories to compare it to his someday, but it’s really not that interesting.»
«I get it.»
«Why didn’t you go ahead with Emerson? Even the brush of her memories I got felt exciting,» Keira said as she unwrapped her sandwich. Having said her piece to him, she was less antsy. It was easier knowing Jaime hadn’t followed through either.
«Yeah. They were exciting. Some of the most exciting I’ve experienced. But there were two things. Maybe three, but I can’t separate them all.»
«You want to just share them?»
«Yes, but I want to try to sort them out first. I don’t know if sharing them intact would transfer the impact they had. Or maybe you’d get the impact without getting the reasons. Does that make sense?» Jaime asked as they kept their hands busy with their lunches.
«Tell me then.»
«First… Remember what happened with Debbie Burke?»
«Oh, yeah! You mean you connected with Emerson the same way?»
«Yeah, sort of. There was a big difference. Debbie was fantasizing about me. It was like I was invited to participate. But Emerson… she’s a very private girl who keeps her life here in Portland very separate from the way she lived in Paris. When I fell into her mind, she wasn’t fantasizing, exactly. She was reliving something that was very personal and very special to her. She didn’t deserve to have someone spying on her. You know what I mean?»
«I think I see the difference. You felt more like a peeping Tom with Emerson than with Debbie.»
«Yeah. Like I was violating her private space. I guess that’s all part one of the two things.»
Jaime hesitated in sharing the other thing—the more important thing to him. He still wasn’t sure how Keira would take it.
«Do I have to beg you to tell me? You know, I won’t think badly of you, no matter what.»
«The other thing was you.»
«What?»
«I couldn’t take part in Emerson’s memory without thinking about you. When I felt her kiss, I felt you. I couldn’t take you out of the scene. And since I promised—we promised—not to fantasize about each other like that, I had to shut it down and hang out a ‘Do not disturb’ sign.»
«Oh, Jaime! That’s so sweet!»
«I’m glad you think so, because… because you’re the only one I want.»
«Oh! Oh, wow! That’s like… Well, I didn’t have the kind of connection with Seth that you had with Emerson, but still, it was just that I didn’t find him interesting.»
The end of lunch bell rang and they scooped up their garbage to discard. Their hands brushed against each other and both were filled with the calm and yet exciting synergy of their relationship.
«We really have to continue this talk. I mean, really. It’s important to both of us and we can’t let it just be a surface conversation,» Keira said.
«Let’s take the bus to your house after school and I’ll walk home from there,» Jaime said.
The warmth suffused both of them as they went to their classes.
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