Tim The Teenage MCPart XVII 7 Romancing a Lonely Heart
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I still remember every detail of the day I saw the love of my new life for the first time.
The date was Monday, October 10th, and Brad and I were walking together to go to our second hour class when suddenly, out of the blue, this drop-dead gorgeous girl that both Brad and I had never seen before appeared.
“Wow, man. Who is she?” Brad asked me.
“Gloria Harr, junior, just moved here from California,” I said as I scanned. “So far, she hates it here, and she only digs guys who skateboard.”
“Shit. I knew I should have kept that skateboard from seventh grade,” Brad muttered. “I guess I’ll just have to buy a new one.”
As we watched her walk by, neither of us noticed another girl approaching and taking as strong an interest in Brad as we had in Gloria.
“Hi, Brad,” a meek voice said, the pair of us barely even hearing it.
“Huh? Oh, hi, Jennifer,” Brad said, just glancing to see who it was before watching Gloria’s ass turn the corner.
Having already forgotten about the little voice who had spoken, when I turned around to say something to Brad, I found myself in awe of the most beautiful person had ever seen in my life.
“I’ll see you around, okay?” the meek voice said hopefully.
“Uh, yeah. Okay,” Brad said, his best attempt at not hurting the girl’s feelings while getting rid of her.
I stood there as the source of the most incredible looking symbols I had ever seen and the purest of hearts I had ever felt walked away discouraged, and it wasn’t until the crowd’s mess of symbols swallowed hers up that I remembered Brad had known her name.
As I finally looked through my eyes to try and see what she looked like, I asked, “Who was that?!”
“Who? You mean Jennifer? She’s just one of Sandi’s old friends from grade school. She was at the subdivision pool a few times with us, remember?”
Unable to speak loudly from the awe I still felt, I whispered, “She’s beautiful.”
Not believing his ears, Brad asked, “What did you say?”
Leaning up against the lockers to keep from falling over, I sighed, “I said she was beautiful,”
“Are we talking about the same person?”
“You said her name was Jennifer,” I said distantly. “Jennifer what?”
Brad said with his brow knotted in a frown, “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “What’s her last name?”
“Corrigan, I think,” Brad said. “Look, man. I think you need to have your eyes checked. Jennifer Corrigan is a bit of a dog. A real woof woof. You’re starting to scare me with this beautiful shit. Now come on. We got to get to class.”
I didn’t even try to argue with him, for I had peeked in his head as he recalled Jennifer’s image and saw that she was somewhat on the unattractive side. But I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Those symbols ... and the purity of her soul...
I pulled a few strings and managed to find out her locker number, then got out of my last period early enough to get to her locker before the bell rang.
I stood on the other side of the hall with my telepathic ‘ignore everything I do’ transmitter on high. I waited as the crowd flowed past, no one seeming to see me yet there wasn’t a single person who didn’t walk around me if I was in their way. My empathic ignore me vibe would have resulted in people bumping into me.
My heart started to pound when I finally detected her mind’s incredible pattern coming closer, then as it emerged from the sea of thoughts, I remembered to look through my eyes at her sight.
I couldn’t see anything at first, for she was shorter than most of the people walking towards me. But then I got a few glances. I was thinking that Brad must have been exaggerating about her looks before I got a good look and found his image had been accurate.
Oh, but I didn’t care. Not only did the symbols flowing gracefully around her head have a beauty and style all their own, but my empathic senses were going bonkers from her romantic daydreaming as she walked up to her locker.
Jennifer didn’t speak a word as she dialed to open her locker, but then another girl walked by and whispered something in her ear.
At first, I thought I had died again and was hearing an angel singing to me, but then I realized it had simply been her laugh instead. Everything about her seemed so beautiful to me. Even her laugh.
I stood there frozen the entire time as I watched her get her stuff and get ready to leave. And then, the most amazing thing happened.
She glanced at me ... and NOTICED me!
I don’t know who was startled the most; me or her. My expression was of surprise and shock, but hers was...
Well, I had an emotional reaction if that tells you anything. She thought I was staring at her physical looks, not her beauty within. The anguish I felt made me turn and hurry away, never even looking back once to see her do the same.
The next day I had a terrible time keeping my mind off my Jennifer. I had so many questions, so many things I felt I wanted to tell her, but I couldn’t get over how horrible she had felt when she had seen me staring at her.
And when Rachael showed up at my locker after school for our weekly fuck, I tried making up an excuse to get out of it. But by that time, my sluts couldn’t take no for an answer and I knew it.
I had spent the previous week seducing four more girls into my private Timmy Slut club, making sure each of them only desired the same physical release I sought and not anything more than that. My mind was so clear of distractions after each fuck, I managed to get completely caught up in all my classwork and spent the entire weekend homework free with Brad on Saturday and my parents on Sunday.
It was while Rachael’s ass was busily fucking my cock at the apartment that I realized there was something I had been missing with my sluts. Every single one of them needed an empathic touch from someone, but there weren’t any real feelings of love there. They just wanted to share in a mutual exchange of pleasure, something which is intimate, yet not truly love. Of course, that’s what I had specifically been looking for, so I couldn’t blame them for it.
For the first time since my wipe, I wished to feel an emotion like I had used to. I wanted to feel love for another person and feel that love being returned. I became lovesick while I came inside Rachael’s twitching orgasming ass.
Another day went by before I convinced myself I had to speak with Jennifer just so I could have some peace of mind. I knew I was letting my lovesickness dictate my actions a little, and I wasn’t sure if she was even interested in forming a relationship with anyone, especially someone who was three grades above her.
But then again, she had approached Brad the day before, and I knew that it had taken a lot of guts for her to do so, considering Brad had never shown interest in her before. I know he didn’t have the senses I had, but I couldn’t believe Brad was so blinded by her looks that he never even felt the joy of her laugh.
As I felt Jennifer approach her locker, I was distressed by the lonely thoughts my encounter with her had caused, and for a moment, I wanted to just go away.
But my heartache grew the longer I felt her loneliness, and before I even knew I was doing it, I had stepped out in front of her and said, “I’m sorry.”
Once Jennifer’s panic had decreased enough that she could think, she shakily asked, “What did you say?”
I opened my mouth to say it again but found I too was so shaken up I couldn’t even speak. But when she started to think I was trying to tease her somehow, I found my voice and said, “I’m sorry for watching you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I need to get to my bus,” she said nervously as she hurriedly walked around me towards her locker.
“Jennifer, please,” I said desperately. “I need to talk to you.”
She asked, defensively, “How do you know my name?”
“Brad told me,” I said guiltily. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you before, but...”
“Please, just leave me alone, okay?” she said. “I know what you’re doing, so just stop. I already feel like I’m trash, so go away!”
“You’re not trash,” I said even more desperately. “You’re kind, you’re romantic, you have the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard ... Ever since I first saw you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I know you don’t know anything about me, but I swear to God I’d never tease you or anyone else like that. Ask anyone who knows me. Ask Brad or Sandi, or...”
I felt it happen then. When her eyes glanced into mine, I felt that familiar feeling just like I had felt with Joey or Suzi those first few times. It was like my life had started all over again, for I could love another like I had loved them.
But just as I reached a state of euphoria, I found everything crashing down as Jennifer hurried away, yelling, “Stay away from me!” with tears forming in her eyes.
I couldn’t let her go like that. All I could think was that she needed me as badly as I needed her. Without consideration of any of the possible consequences, I ordered the crowd to block her path while clearing the way for me to reach her.
“Please, let me through!” she cried while trying to push her way against the tightly flowing crowd.
My entire body went ice cold when she whimpered from my touching of her shoulder, then I felt my own tears forming as I stopped my manipulation of the crowd’s flow and watched her head towards the stairs in a panicked run.
I went straight home to be alone, my mother spending the week in Marlfield with my dad that week. I spent the rest of the day and night just sinking deeper into an illogical depression that I hadn’t felt for what seemed to have been a lifetime.
No one within my empathic range escaped my sadness the next morning, the depressing mood which I inflicted on my classmates and teachers only worsened my own. It wasn’t so strong that people started to cry or anything, so it wasn’t until my class with Joey that anyone figured out where it was coming from and could do anything about it.
“Hey,” Joey said, struggling against the feelings I was assaulting him with unintentionally. “What’s wrong? You’re making everyone feel blue.”
I said, “I know, but I can’t help it.”
“Then we better go see Dr. Higgs,” he wisely said.
I didn’t bother arguing with him, for I didn’t really care. Joey went up to tell the teacher, then came back to my desk and walked me out with an arm behind my back.
Once we left the room, Joey said, “Shit Tim. How long you been feeling this way?”
I admitted, “Since yesterday.”
He asked, “Is it something Suzi or I did?”
“No, nothing to do with you two.”
“What about Eric’s move?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Joey said with exasperation, “Come on. Suzi’s been moaning about it for a month. Eric’s dad got transferred to Atlanta.”
“That’s the first I heard of it,” I said with a sigh. “When does he leave?”
“He’s already gone. His last day at school was last Friday. How could you not know about it?”
“I don’t know. Nobody mentioned it to me. Doesn’t surprise me, though. Eric still refuses to believe I’m me, and you know Suzi’s been avoiding me ever since the soda machine incident.”
I didn’t mention Joey had been as well. If it hadn’t been for Brad, I wouldn’t have had any real social interactions with anyone before Rachael. It was no wonder I was feeling so lonely. I didn’t even have the twins to goof around with.
Feeling himself sliding into my despair, Joey said, “Come on, Tim. It’s me. Joey. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I simply said, “Jennifer thinks I’m some kind of creep.”
“Jennifer? Jennifer who?”
“Jennifer Corrigan. She’s a freshman.”
“Why does she think you’re a creep?”
“Because she thinks she’s ugly and can’t understand why I’d want to have anything to do with her. She thinks I’m trying to lead her on so I can dump her or some other cruel prank. But she’s not ugly. She’s beautiful. She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and she hates me.”
Joey had stopped in his tracks from my revelation, and for a moment, I thought he was going to cry himself.
But then he shrugged it off and smiled a big smile before saying, “You have a crush on her?”
“I guess,” I said, somehow feeling better just from hearing him say that.
“That’s ... That’s GREAT!” he whooped. “Does your mom know? Have you felt anything else like ... like ... Shit, just anything else?”
“No, my mom doesn’t know, and I’ve been miserable ever since Jennifer ran to the bus crying when I tried to tell her.”
“Tell her what? Do you love her?” Joey said, settling down from his excitement.
“No ... I want to, but only if she can love me back. I feel so helpless.”
“You? Helpless? Come on, Tim. You’re the most un-helpless person I’ve ever known. Just think it to her if nothing else. Once she got over the shock...”
“She’s immune to it,” I said simply, sinking down to the floor against the lockers in that hall. “I can read her thoughts, but I can’t send her mine. And I’m afraid to use my empathy on her. She’s so delicate, so lonely ... I can’t risk permanently hurting her by making her feel what I’m feeling.”
“Shit,” Joey said, sinking down beside me. “That does make it harder.”
“I just want to talk with her,” I said to break the silence. “She has the most incredible symbols, Joey. They’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before. And the worst part is, I’ve only heard her laugh once. I doubt I’ll ever hear it again because she’s scared of me.”
“Don’t do this, Tim,” Joey said, resting his head against mine. “We should be happy that you’re finally starting to feel things again. I’ve missed you. So has Suzi. We hate not being able to share stuff with you, but until now...”
I said, “I thought we were going to go see Higgs.”
“I’m too depressed,” Joey admitted. “The only person I want to see now is Suz. Could you?”
“Okay,” I said as I reached out to her with my mind.
Five minutes later, we heard Suzi’s feet hurrying down the steps after finally convincing her teacher she had to leave for a few minutes.
When Suzi saw us helplessly lying against the lockers like two rag dolls, she said in a near panic, “What’s wrong?”
“Suz,” Joey whimpered as he held his arms out to her like a little boy needing his mother.
When she walked into my field of empathic sadness, she slowed down and asked, “What’s going on?”
“Tim’s in love,” Joey blurted out in despair. “But she hates him. She HATES him!”
I started to blubber after he said that, and Joey started to also even while he wrapped his arms around Suzi in a hug.
“Stop it,” she said sternly. “Tim, get a hold of yourself before this goes any further. You can control your emotions, remember?”
I blubbered out, “Not anymore.”
Leaning forward to look in my eyes, Suzi verbally commanded, “Try anyway!”
While Joey floundered to get her to go back to him so he could hold her again, Suzi’s eyes stared into mine with such intensity I swore they could have glowed. I didn’t feel that familiar feeling form between us, so I guess Suzi somehow used her own natural empathy to clear my head enough to think a moment.
I did the only thing I could think of, and that was to command myself to stop being depressed.
The effect was so immediate, it was like someone had turned off the misery switch and turned on the lights.
a moment after I had recovered my wits, I said to Suzi, “Thank you.”
As Joey started sobering up, I said, “Both of you, thanks.”
“Any time,” Joey said, sniffing and grinning weakly. “Just next time, don’t wait until we come to you.”
While gently wiping the wetness from my face with her hand, Suzi said, “Yes, Timmy. You can always come to one of us if you need someone.”
I said, “I’ll try to remember that next time. But just because I’m not feeling depressed anymore, doesn’t mean I’m better. I think the reason I’m having so much trouble with feeling emotions is because Joey blocked my memories from returning when I first started having them. I’ll need to undo what I just did pretty soon if I don’t want to make things worse.”
Suzi asked, “All right then, what exactly is the problem?”
Joey and I explained it to her, then after she sat down between us with a sigh, she said, “Well then do it the old fashioned way.”
“How?” I asked. “She thinks I’m trying to trick her.”
“Just don’t give up, that’s all. Come on, Timmy. I know you can romance a girl off her feet if just put your mind to it. She may be immune to your telepathy, but nobody can resist your charm.”
“Yeah, Tim. Shit, remember how you charmed Mrs. Wilkinson?”
I asked, “Who?”
Joey rolled his eyes and said, “Our second grade teacher. She was such a strict tight ass bitch, but after a month of misery, you started every morning giving her a smile and a happy ‘good morning, Mrs. Wilkinson’. After a couple of weeks, she started greeting you first, then a week later started everyone else and seriously lightened up. Mrs. Wilkinson was one of our favorite teachers in grade school. If you can charm a bitter fifty-year-old widowed school teacher, you shouldn’t have any problem with Jennifer.”
“I suppose you’re right,” I said seriously. “Even if I don’t end up feeling romantic, I know how to act romantic. I’ve gotten pretty good at acting like I feel things.”
“Timmy?” Suzi said, turning her head towards me. “Do you have all your memories back yet?”
“No, but I have enough of them to know what is right and wrong, to behave like I used to, and apply the things I’ve learned.”
“But do you remember feelings?”
“I remember the physical sensations, but until yesterday I didn’t remember how powerful they could be.”
“Promise me something?”
“Sure. What?”
“Joey and I both remembered needing time away from you when we were recovering from our wipes. For us, it was only a couple of days, but you’re taking a lot longer than we did. It’s been hard to stay away, but we thought it was best to wait for you to come to us. Don’t think you’re not important to us because you are. Promise me you’ll come to us for help if you ever need it? I don’t want to worry about you.”
“I guess I knew all that. I promise. You’re both important to me too. I wish I could say I love you, but I’d be lying if I did. I hope you understand what I mean.”
“I think we do,” Joey said while instinctively wrapping his arms around Suzi from behind while resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Joey,” Suzi warned him, “Not in front of Timmy.”
Joey grimaced as he released her and said, “Sorry.”
I frowned a moment, then said, “That’s odd ... Joey, do that again.”
“Are you sure?” he asked with a look of surprise.
I rationally said, “As sure as I can be without a second test.”
Joey restored his arms and chin their proper places, then they both watched me for my reaction.
I said, “Hmm. Nothing. Try kissing.”
Suzi said, “Timmy, I don’t...” before Joey’s hand covered her mouth and pulled her lips towards his.
They only exchanged a simple kiss, then on my suggestion, gave each other a longer one, then proceeded to make out a little.
“Okay, that’s enough. I think I can say I’m over feeling any jealousy about ... You can stop now. Guys? Hello?”
“Figures,” I said, getting up and heading for our class.
I didn’t realize Joey might get into trouble not returning to class with me until I was already sitting down, and the teacher was about to ask where he was. I stalled long enough to find that he and Suzi were heading for the parking lot, then realized that my agreement with Higgs to not skip class only pertained to me and not to others. So as a gift of my restored friendship with my ex-lovers, I arranged it so they had the rest of the day off.
To my dismay, I found my jealous feelings hadn’t gone away after I remembered to undo the command I used on myself earlier. While I no longer felt depressed, I couldn’t shake the jealous feelings I got from peeking to see what they were doing and found them naked in each other’s arms in Joey’s car.
I decided to take my mind off my problems by trying something I had been considering for some time.
My need to have sex was something I had lived with since I started having sex back in ninth grade. After mentioning Rachael and the other girls needing my empathic smiles to my mother, she told me about the trouble I had back in ninth grade that resulted in my flock and warned me about not causing a similar problem. I took her words seriously and began carefully limiting my smiles as to prevent anyone’s addition from getting worse, but I didn’t attempt to ween those who were already addicted. They would have sex with someone, so I didn’t see any reason why it wasn’t with me.
Ever since I demonstrated the use of that double-headed dildo to Rachael, I had passing thoughts about what it would be like to fuck a girl with one of those instead of a real one. This meant swapping bodies with another girl, but I had also been considering letting a few of my sluts in on my abilities, having wished several times to use my invisible cock during our sex.
I had told all of them I was fucking other girls, and surprisingly they were all agreeable to this. Probably because that meant they could freely fuck someone else if the opportunity arose, forcing me to make it a rule to always use a condom with them all.
Who I fucked wasn’t a secret either, for most of the girls had seen me driving in to school with one and walking out after school with another over the course of the last two weeks. Having someone to fuck in the morning before school and then immediately after school was keeping my head completely clear of distractions. I had a nice rotating schedule with the eleven girls I had inducted into my Timmy Slut club.
But because the girls seemed to need a recharge of Timmy’s empathic love juice every four to five days, I was strongly considering talking them into going out in pairs but wasn’t sure how they would take it at first.
And the fact that there were five other girls who were obviously obsessed with me didn’t help this at all, but then I decided I could try the threesomes with the two girls who were giving me the fuck me eyes in the halls.
Renee and Kim had a rather odd sort of friendship. They competed against each other at landing the better-looking boyfriend, always trying to best the other while staying close friends. Their competition included telling each other what they did during sex, sometimes stealing each other’s ideas and frequently each other’s boyfriends.
They had never seen the other have sex. The nearest thing to that being one time they had their boyfriends park next to each other just so they could see who could make their boyfriend moan the most.
I had waited to try a threesome until I received my newest (and oldest) car, a black 1968 Pontiac GTO. Not only was this a classic muscle car, but it also had a very important feature none of my other collector cars had: a big backseat. The front seats had been replaced with bucket seats but the backseat had only been reupholstered to match the front seat’s white leather. While nowhere near as fast as my Ferrari or as maneuverable as my Porsche, nothing compared to the rumble and roar of my GTO’s supped up engine. I expected Rachael to orgasm the first time she felt the vibrations through the seat.
Renee and Kim both had advanced cases of Timmyitis, neither of them hesitating at my offer to give them a ride in my new car: together. When they did consider this, they reasoned I would just pick one of them and drop the other off first, making one of them the winner and the other the loser.
They were sophomores, both still fifteen and came up to only my nose. But they had all the equipment, not to mention the experience for me to consider them fit for joining my team of afterschool sluts.
As I unlocked their door, I asked, “Have either of you two ever ride in a GTO before?”
“No,” they both said, still giving me the fuck me look.
“Hmm...” I said, looking at them like I was trying to choose between them.
“What?” they both asked anxiously.
“I can’t decide which of you two should sit up in front first.”
Kim said suggestively, “Well, I like the backseat better, don’t you?”
Renee exclaimed frustratedly, “So do I!”
As they struggled to both get in the back, I said, “You don’t both have to sit in the backseat. Renee, you can sit up in the front seat with me for half of the ride, then Kim can ride up front the other half.”
“Good,” Renee said, seeing this as a small victory.
After closing their door and unhurriedly walked around the car and got in the driver’s side, I asked, “How about we go get something to eat? Are you hungry?”
Kim said under her breath, “I’m hungry, but not for food.”
“What did you say?” I asked while giving her a dose of my smile.
Kim said happily, “I said yes, I’m hungry.”
Renee chimed in, “So am I.”
“Good,” I said, giving Renee her fair share of my smile as I started the car.
As I drove, I kept pretending to be oblivious to their sexual suggestions, finding them both getting even more sexually frustrated while attempting to counter the other’s last sexual ploy.
Finally, I dropped the act when Kim announced she would have already blown me if she had been in the front seat instead of Renee.
I fainted surprise while saying, “Excuse me? Did you just say you wanted to give me a blowjob?”
“Yes,” she said uncomfortably, then in a more certain tone, she said, “Yes, I want to blow you. What do you think about that?”
“I don’t know. What about you, Renee? You want to blow me to?”
“Park the car somewhere and you’ll find out,” she said seductively.
“All right,” I said, turning into the entrance the apartment building and parking at the far end of the lot.
“Wait a second,” I said as Renee moved her hand towards my lump. “Maybe we should get in the backseat.”
“Why?” Renee whined.
“Because there’s not enough room up here to do it properly. Besides, Kim wants to do it too, so why not both of you do it at the same time?”
“What?” Renee exclaimed while Kim said, “No way!”
“Well then, I guess...” I said, starting the car up again and momentarily getting lost in the pure joy that rumble produced.
When I backed out, Renee exclaimed, “We’ll do it.”
Kim said with a frown, “No, we won’t!”
“Make up your minds,” I said, giving them both a smile.
“Okay,” Kim said hesitantly. “But then you have to choose.”
“Yeah,” Renee said, making sure I got a good look at her ass as she climbed between our seats and plopped it down on the backseat.
“Fine by me,” I said before pulling forward and shutting the engine down.
I gave them another dose of my smile as I climbed into the back and sat down between them.
When they both suddenly tried to unzip me before the other could, I said, “Hold it. I’ll do it, and then you both suck it at the same time.”
They stayed quiet as they exchanged uncertain looks while I slowly unzipped, but when I pulled my cock out, they lost their inhibitions and struggled to get down far enough so they could get their lips to it.
“On second thought,” I said convincingly, “Maybe we should just go up to my apartment. Then we can have all the space we need.”
“You have to choose first,” Renee said with Kim’s approval.
“Okay then, I choose ... both of you.”
“You can’t do that,” Kim said before plunging her mouth over the head of my dick.
“Hey! That’s cheating,” Renee exclaimed before wrapping her lips around my shaft and trying to force Kim off so she could get some.
Neither of them could stand being cramped up like that more than a minute, for the bad thing about a GTO’s backseat was they didn’t have that much foot room.
“Ouch!” Kim cried when she conked heads with Renee.
Renee looked at me and demanded, “Well?”
I said, “I’ll tell you the truth, ladies. I want to fuck both of you, together, at the same time if possible. I know at first you think it’s wrong, but I can make it worth your while.”
“What do you mean, worth our while?” Renee said, heatedly. “We’re not two hookers out to make a buck.”
“I know. I didn’t mean it like that. Allow me to demonstrate the many advantages of being one of Timmy’s girls,” I said as I reached forward to touch their noses.
I sent them into a gasping wiggling fit of pleasure as they experienced every inch of their bodies getting licked, rubbed, or fucked for a little over a minute.
After releasing them, I asked the two panting girls, “Shall we go in? I’ll need to get the key from the manager.”
Kim exclaimed, “Fuck, yes!”
Renee cried as I got out, “And HURRY!”
By the time I got back to the car with the key, they had raided the glove compartment and was trying out the pair of vibrators on themselves.
I convinced them to leave them in them to go inside, then couldn’t help finding it amusing how they walked like they had to go take a dump.
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