Archive-name: Control/telepath.txt
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Archive-title: Telepathy


Not only am I at a loss for a title, but I'm also unsure how to round this
piece out (character development, setting, additional plot, etc.). Any
writers, English minors (or majors), or people good with words out there,
please critique this story. I'm fjohnson@remus.rutgers.edu,
so either do a followup/reply or send me mail. I DESPERATELY WANT TO KNOW
WHAT WORKS, WHAT SUCKS, AND WHY!



"You'd think an outfit like this'd have it's logistical shit together",
the gent hissed. The elevator he and another researcher were in had gotten
stuck between floors.

The slender, bespectacled brunette next to him told him, "Chill out;
they'll have it running in a little while." Even in the lab coat, she
appeared remarkably attractive. "Perhaps", she suggested, "you could
finally get out what's been on your mind the last couple of weeks." 

"I'd considered asking you out, but I-didn't think you would have me."

"Believe it or not, below the white coat is the heart of a woman, and at
that one with emotions-passion, mind you." She undid a blouse button,
showing off a little cleavage. "I like you-a lot."

"Th-the feeling's mutual." He was somewhat taken aback by the fact that
this hard-nosed biotechnician was actually flirting with him. She quickly
swept him into her arms, and he instinctively returned the favor. She felt
good to him, especially the way her full, firm breast felt against his
heart. He blushed when she got her hands to his buttocks.

"Come on," she enticed him, giving a sweet smile, "go for it". Almost as
if they were no longer subject to his control, his hands began to slide
down the small of her back, veering off onto her hips. "Yes, you're doing
it", she whispered, nearly crushing him.

He felt himself moving to kiss her. She puckered, soon meeting him. The
next thing he knew, he felt a tongue working between his lips. She was
Frenching him, trying to infiltrate his mouth, and rapidly making herself
quite welcome. He lowered his jaw, extending his tongue to caress hers.
His heart began to beat faster. The elevator rumbled to life just as
she gasped.
	They broke their embrace as the car stopped on the first floor. As
the door slid open, he cleared his throat, then tentatively asked,
"Would...you-"
	"Yes; I know the way."
	They ducked into a corridor, quickly arriving at a lab room that
he knew to be usually vacant. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought,
his heart pounding in his ears.
	I can; that's me you're hearing.
	That alto voice he heard was clearly hers, but she hadn't spoken
a word. He sighed, "Oh my God", looking into her deep eyes. "I
realize-do-"
	"I know...it's okay...I feel this way too." She snatched him
into her arms, speaking with an urgency he was now feeling. "Hal,
I want you."
	"I know, but this-this telepathic thing...I realize it's supposed
to be ninety percent in your mind, but..."
	She silenced him with a kiss. He felt as if he were sliding away
from the confines of his body, as if by gravity. Let youself go,
she told him.
	I want to, but why here? Why now?
	It's in our hearts; we both want to have this. We've got
to...here...now...us.
	The room began to spin crazily out of control, and by time he
came to anything resembling his senses, he was lying on one of the work
tables, under her firm, warm form. She had him in her arms, giving him
a fair view down her blouse.
	Like what you see, don't you?
	He couldn't answer her, but as a matter of fact, she did have
a shapely bust.
	I can feel your hard-on.
	She fingered his crotch, carefully undoing his trousers. His
hands fumbled to her skirt, caressing her buttocks.
	Go for it!
	He slipped his hands under her skirt, enjoying the feel of her
thighs. As he inched his way up to her panties, she wiggled her hips.
	Do it!
	With one resolute tug, he yanked them down to her knees. She took
hold of his buttocks and pulled him into herself, slamming her own pelvis
down to meet his. He felt the slight shock of entering her, yet at the
same time, he felt as if something were permeating-penetrating him. As he
thrust into her, the feeling waned and waxed. It occurred to him that he
was getting twice what he was bargaining for-and loving it.
	I can feel it too, she thought to him, but he was too wrapped up
in their sighs and moans.
	Laura, I feel so crazy, he thought.
	So do I-OH THAT FEELS SO GOOD!-that's why we're doing this.
	His body began to rock with the earthquake that was his-or was it
her?-orgasm. Perhaps it was mutual, as she was throbbing fantastically.
When the tempest ended, she whispered, "Do that again."
	No sooner had he said that than was he thrusting into her again.
This may be ill-timed-ooh, keep it up-I love you.
	Hold my nipples; they're on fire-I love you too-mmmmMMM!
	They eventually came again, and rested in an embrace. He tried to
move, but was too dizzy. He realized, with a start, that he was only
feeling his own sensations now; she was no longer in his mind.
	"Laura?"
	At the moment, she was sitting upright, swinging her long, graceful
legs. She had gotten everything back in place, but still had a windblown
look about her. She took his hand, helping him up.
	He straightened, pulling himself to her. "Don't you think it's
weird that our minds seem to connect when our bodies do?"
	"Not at all; I'm used to being a telepath, of sorts-it's kind of
fun to do that. However, it only happens when I'm feeling hot, and you're
the only one who seems to appreciate what I call total sex." She touched
his lips with her finger. "Let's just keep this our little secret."

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