Romance The Story of My Telepathic Life

Tom had prepared a candlelit dinner.

I could sense his thoughts. Maybe I can get another night of sex off of her. I have to fuck her as much as I can before my vacation time ends.

No. Tom wouldn't think that way.

I had slipped into full Michelle mode.

I tried not to let it affect me during dinner. I heard the constant tantalizing thoughts. How Tom was just fucking me, using my body. How Tom would leave me in a week and I would never see him again.

"No... no... no...." I muttered.

"No to what?" Tom said. He looked so handsome, so innocent.

"No to salad," I said. "I don't think I want salad."

"But you love salad!"

"Not today," I said.

After dinner we started cuddling on the couch.

He expects to have sex with you. He has no more respect for you, and thinks of you as a common whore.

Tom was kissing and hugging and petting me. One thing led to another and soon Tom was shirtless and I was without my own shirt and breast control collar. Tom fondled my heavy breasts while kissing me lovingly.

Get out now. Get out and leave him before he betrays you!

I felt the panic rising up inside me. I probed Tom's mind. Despite his loving nature, I could see he was thinking of leaving me! He was going to fuck me one more time and leave me! It was payback, I could see, payback for all the times I had brought him to the edge and walked back on him. Tom was awful... I couldn't let him hurt me... I had to get out of there... I HAD TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!

"Shell," he said. "Shell!"

"Huh? What?" I said.

"I want you to look at this." He raised his Pad.

What the fuck was going on here? One minute Tom was kissing and hugging me (and plotting the best revenge sex ever!) and now he wanted me to... see his Pad?

Tom activated his Pad and I saw... a drawing.

A drawing of me. My smiling face.

And then another drawing. Of me, sitting by the brook.

And then another drawing. Of me, looking up at the stars.

One after another after another.

There were dozens of them! "Tom... how did draw so many of these? I never posed for more than a handful."

"But you did, Shell," he said. "I always knew exactly what you looked like... up here." He tapped his head. "The ones... the ones I did from memory were always the best ones."

And then I looked back at the drawings, dozens of them, and I no longer saw lines, or images. All I saw was love.

Pure, unadulterated love... for ME!

At that moment I realized I was right about Tom. I had always been right about him. I hugged him tightly. "Tom!"

"What?"

"Never let me go!" I looked up into his eyes with real pleading. "PLEASE! No matter what I ever do or say, never let me go!" Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I rocked back and forth in Tom's arms as he said, "I won't, Shell!"

"You promise?"

"I do!

And then, as the voice screamed impotently in my head, I freely walked with Tom hand in hand to the bedroom, and we expressed our love for each other without further interference, and at least as far as Tom was concerned. "Michelle" raged and screamed impotently in my head, but never came between us again.

By the way, I see I totally forgot to mention a minor detail the morning after I had sex with Tom.

Tom hadn't used birth control. I could get pregnant. I had about six hours to decide whether to run to a pharmacy and detonate a mini-EMP bomb inside my vagina. But I was so caught up in spending a day with Tom that truthfully, I completely forgot about it. And when the clock rolled around for dinner time and I realized the decision had been made, I gave a broad smile.

And I never used birth control again for the rest of my life.

The rest of my two week stay with Tom was pure bliss. Even when I got my period I made extremely sure he was satisfied, in creative ways. I wouldn't allow Tom to sneak around satisfying himself in the shower as long as I was around! We slept together every night, and I had no more nightmares.

But the end of my two week stay with Tom was looming, in more ways than one. What would happen when Tom had to go back to work? Tom was going back to work for HomePlanet security in Annapolis, and I would return to Charlotte, rudderless as ever, I supposed. Would we see each other again? How often? These things we had left up in the air.

But the more immediate concern was my family. I hadn't seen then since... the events which took place. I had a great deal of apprehension about seeing them again. I wasn't even sure they would want to see me. Auntie Tamara assured me that Mom did want to see me, and she was gathering the entire family to see me on Saturday, two days before Tom had to go back to work.

"Are you sure she wants to see me, Auntie?" I asked over holo.

"Yes."

"But... I did such terrible things."

"She understands. She's your mother, Shelly."

"And what about Claire and Clay? What have they been told?"

"No more than necessary."

I took Tom with me for moral support. I was increasingly anxious as Tom drove his grav car to my family home. "What if she's still angry with me? What if she hates me?"

"Your mother can't hate you any more than I could."

"Tom, I arranged for her to get fucked and her mind taken over by aliens." I still remembered the scene of Mom being fucked by Alpha in our own family room, Mom being fucked by the giant phallus of the Revered One, Mom giving birth to the creature-

"Just wait and see," Tom said.

When we got to the front door I was positively trembling.

And then the door flew open.

"Shelly!"

I was in my Mom's arms, sobbing wildly.

It was a family only event, except for Tom. Mom and Auntie Tamara and Clay and Claire were there, but not Jamal or Markessa. Claire was entering the ninth month of her pregnancy and looked huge. Thank goodness she had already been pregnant, or she would have been made to fuck the Revered One too!

They all hugged me, even Clay.

"Shelly, what happened to you?" Claire asked.

"What did Mom tell you?" I asked warily.

"Only... that you were taken prisoner by terrorists. White supremacists, was it?"

"I thought it was the capitalists, or the sexists," said Clay.

"Tell us what happened, Shelly, tell us!" said Claire. "Mom is incredibly tight lipped."

"For good reason," said Aunt Tamara sternly. "The entire incident has been classified top secret by the World Government and the Survey Service."

"Ooooh," said Claire sarcastically.

BY THE WAY, there's one other detail that I forgot to mention that I probably should. Before I was let out of the hospital, Auntie told me that she had intervened with low friends and high places to make sure that nothing about my telepathy was mentioned in the official report. The only ones who knew about it were the aliens, and they were all dead. As far as I was concerned, the aliens selected me for breeding for their own reasons and we had no idea what they were.

I looked at my enormous older sister. "Claire, you look beautiful! When are you expecting?" I asked.

"In about two weeks, if Doctor Unga Bunga is right," Claire grinned. "You don't know what it's like to have a giant beachball inside you, Sis!"

"No, I guess I don't," I said, exchanging glances with Mom.

We talked back and forth for a while. I was interested in Mom's thoughts most of all. She seemed glad to see me, but a little worried, and a little distant. I followed her into the kitchen so I could have some quiet time with her.

She was rummaging through a cabinet.

"Mom."

She kept looking away from me.

"Mom, you haven't looked at me once since I came through the door."

She turned around to face me.

"Can't you look at me?" I said, my voice breaking. "Mom, I'm so sorry-"

"There's nothing to apologize for!" Mom said.

"Isn't there? I helped them take over your mind, Mom. I helped them fuck you-"

She put a hand over my mouth. "There's no need to talk about it. What's done is done. As far as I'm concerned, it wasn't you."

"But Mom-"

"It wasn't you," she said firmly, "and that's the last I want to hear about it." She hugged me tightly. "I love you dearly, Shelly."

"I love you too, Mom." But as I hugged her, the image of Mom being penetrated by a giant monster penis, and smiling with glee as she was richly inseminated, stuck in my mind. It would always be a part of me.

I took a step back. "Mom, where's Audrey?"

"Audrey didn't feel up to coming, dear."

"Is she all right?"

"She and Henry are fine. I saw them yesterday."

Yesterday. Audrey purposefully saw Mom yesterday so she wouldn't have to see me.

Mom saw my expression, and rubbed my back. "Dear, she just needs a little time. Give her a little time, all right?"

"All right, Mom."

But my sister Audrey needed more than a little time. I didn't see her again, not that week, not that month, and not that year.

I waited until I got home to cry in Tom's arms.

"She still hates me!"

"She doesn't," said Tom.

"You don't know that! Have you talked to Audrey?'"

"Well, no."

"Tom, I did really terrible things to her. I turned her into a sex slave."

"To save her life," said Tom.

"That's true, but... you weren't there, Tom. You didn't see her, see her transformation. She wasn't just a willing slave, she was an eager one. She fucked the Revered One. She even fucked Henry to put him under mind control! And me...." I broke off. "She hates me."

"She does not, Shell. Listen to me! No one can hate you. You're much too lovable for that."

I gave a weak smile. "If that's true, then why are you leaving me on Monday?"

"I have a job I have to get back to," said Tom.

"And what about me?" I pressed my titties against him to make a point. Two points in fact.

"I... I was thinking about you."

"I was hoping you were," I said, in a sexy musical voice, as I grinded against him.

"I was thinking about your extended recovery."

"My extended recovery?"

Tom nodded. "The doctors say it would be good to keep an eye on you, in case you have a relapse."

"A relapse?"

"That's right. But to do that you'd have to move in with me... in Annapolis."

"You're asking me to move in with you, in Annapolis, Maryland?"

Tom nodded. Will she do it? Am I going too quickly by asking her to move in with me? I don't want to scare her off, but I can't bear the thought of living another day apart from her!

"Tom, I would be delighted to move to Annapolis with you!"

We sealed it with a kiss.

By the way, in case you're wondering whether this chapter is endless, we're still on Year 30. Yes, all these FUCKING THINGS happened to me in one year, the year I turned 30!​