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This is my second post, ever :).  I apologize for the
length of time in between chapters, as life proceeded
to fuck me thoroughly for a bit...but I digress.  I
will try not to let it happen again, but it's not like
I was in control the first time, anyway... Well I will
try my best to do at least one chapter per month.  I
had originally hoped for much more, but it seems this
is the best I will be able to manage for now.  Now
that we have that out of the way, please send any and
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Pure Telekinesis
by: Nilanthos (nilanthos@hotmail.com)
(c) 2004


Chapter 2 : On the Horns of a Dilemma (tk, semi-nc,
nosex)

He felt a hand against his cheek, the touch light,
soft, cool.  "David?" a musical, young girl's voice
jangled harshly in his ears and everything came back
in a rush.  "David, please, I told Mrs. Lee you fell
asleep.  But school ended half an hour ago.  My mom is
going to be here soon to take Jimmy to the doctor's
office, so I'll have to go.  Please wake up, I can't
tell Mrs. Lee."

Remembering what had happened last time, he left his
eyes firmly closed and whispered, "Tell her what,
Ang?"

Ang let loose with a small shout of joy, and he
groaned lightly.  Suddenly the hand slipped from his
cheek up to his forehead.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I forgot,
you have the headache again don't you?"  The small,
cool hand slid down to his cheek again.  "But it
should be going away because the fever is going away
too, just like last time."

David slowly cracked his eyes open to behold her face
which floated above him, still a little blurry but
becoming sharper as the pain slowly slipped away,
feeling almost like it was draining out of the back of
his head.  "Yeah," he whispered.  "It's going away.
Slowly."  He blinked slowly, then looked up at her.
His eyebrows went up, lending a puzzled cast to his
face.  "Why are you still here?  And who had the
wonderful idea to call my aunt and tell her to stay
away?"

Ang bit her lower lip.  "Uhm, your aunt... I sorta
looked through your cell phone directory.  There were
only three numbers there, and there was only one I
could use.  So I called it and told them that you
would be getting a ride home.  The woman sounded
surprised, but said it was ok.  The other two
numbers..."

David closed his eyes again as he realized why she
couldn't call the other two numbers.  "Yeah, there
isn't anyone home at my house, and I seriously doubt
my sister would answer the phone."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Ang
whispered.

David opened his eyes but she was no longer above him.
He looked slowly around, not quite trusting himself to
move just yet, and spotted her standing by the sharp
corner of the counter, the corner that she had been
headed for when he blacked out last time, holding her
books tightly, protectively in front of her.  "It's
okay, you didn't upset me."

Ang didn't look at him as she set the fingertips of
her left hand on the corner, her right still wrapped
tightly around her books.  "What happened here,
David?"

David slowly struggled up a semi-sitting position and
tried to ignore the lingering aftereffects of his
headache.  "I'm...not sure."

Ang turned to look at David, her eyes intense and her
hands gripping the edges of her books tightly, the
whites of her knuckles showing.  "Neither am I.  It's
almost like I, I stopped, or was caught by someone, or
something.  For just long enough.  And then you passed
out again, just like in the hall after that joke
locker hit Jimmy.  Or...*was* it a joke?"

David felt a bit of panic rising up in him from the
fey look he saw in her eyes.  It came from a deep
source he couldn't identify, and ruthlessly suppressed
it, forced one of his small, self-mocking smiles onto
his face.  "Well, things always seem to slow down in a
disaster, you know, maybe that was it.  And as to my
fainting," David forced a chuckle and touched the
bandage above his left ear.  "Well, I'm probably not
as recovered as I had hoped.  And as to the locker
trick, well, we're just lucky it wasn't like what
Johnny Three-Hatchets did."

Ang's eyes lost their intensity and she relaxed so
suddenly that she fell into a slouch.  "Oh.  Yeah.  I
guess that would explain it."

David felt an immense sense of relief, like he had
sidestepped disaster, but still he couldn't identify
it.  "You okay?"

Ang turned to the door, nodding, still slightly
slouched.  "Yeah, but with the thing in the hall, how
quick you were, then the lockers, I thought maybe..."
She stopped and shook her head, reaching out to grab
the door handle.

"What?" David heard himself ask, despite himself.

"Nothing," Ang's voice barely reached David's ears.
She suddenly turned her head to look at him, a puzzled
twist to her lips.  "What did Johnny whatshisname do?"

David felt an honest grin split his face.  "Three-
Hatchets.  Crazy fucker.  Got an M-200 from the 'Rez
where he lived and lit it, closed his locker and ran.
Expelled him, 's why you don't know him.  Crazy
fucker."

Ang looked at David seriously  "Who knows what's crazy
and what isn't?"  And then she was gone, the door
closing silently behind her.


David sat in the cot, breathing but otherwise not
moving at all, running Ang's words through his mind
for the millionth time in the five minutes since she
left. "Almost like she stopped, or was caught by
someone, huh?" he finally muttered to himself.  "The
twitch, in my head, both times.  But the pain was less
this time.  Maybe...nah, that's nuts.  Pure
coincidence.  Besides, everything has a valid
explanation, just chalk it up to a weird day."

"So David, Angela says you are feeling better," Mrs.
Lee's voice boomed across his thoughts, scattering
them to the four winds, before he had time to realize
she had even opened the door.

The large woman walked into the room, smiling broadly.
"I am glad to see you sitting up on your own.  I have
been sorely tempted to call your guardians, as it is
after school now, but I have been so busy with the
Dean boy..."  Mrs. Lee walked over to David, touched
his forehead, her hand rough and pressing, a very
unpleasant contrast to the light, cool touches he had
received earlier.  "And it seems that your skin is no
longer hot, even though you never really had a fever,
just hot skin.  Very odd.  But still, who can say?"

Mrs. Lee's sudden booming laughter proved to David
that a small amount of the strange headache still
lingered as several nerves jangled at the sonic
barrage.  "There has too be some way to shut this
woman up," he thought to himself.  "I even got that
annoying nurse in the hospital to finally leave me
alone...hmmm...she hated petty requests, maybe that
will work here too."  Aloud, he said, "Mrs. Lee, my
head still hurts a little, could you tie my right
shoe?  Bending over just makes my head hurt worse."

"Of course," the large woman boomed and bent in front
of David, reaching for his shoes.  David suddenly had
a clear shot down her blouse and saw the cleavage of
Mrs. Lee's massive breasts peeking at him through the
neckline of her shirt, pulled open further by those
same mounds of flesh pressing against the fabric with
the help of gravity.  His mouth, quite suddenly, went
completely dry and he felt the unavoidable teenage
reaction, making his pants uncomfortably tight.  He
took a quick glance down to make sure the bulge wasn't
visible before he returned to the vista displayed
before him.  "Oh come on," he told himself silently,
"she's a whale for god's sakes.  Some of the worst
bikini jokes in school are centered around this
woman."  But the thought was a small squeak in the
background, drowned out by the tide of hormones that
entered his bloodstream in a rush, clamoring for
attention.  There was a sudden, by now familiar,
twitch in the back of his head again as the front of
Mrs. Lee's bra suddenly gave way with a loud tearing
sound and snaked out of sight like a slingshot, making
a loud slithering sound as it went.  Mrs. Lee's
breasts, free from confinement, suddenly responded to
the urges of gravity and fell heavily against her
blouse.  Her cleavage was suddenly pressed up against
the small opening at the neckline, the flesh puffing
over and around it, as her breasts threatened to tear
the fabric and display themselves to the world at
large.  Mrs. Lee gasped and started to stand up just
as a white-hot spear of pain lanced through David's
head, seeming to enter just above and to one side of
his right eye and going straight through to the left
rear portion of his brain.

The next thing David knew, he was bent over, staring
at a blurry floor, his hands holding his head tightly,
while a pair of large, strong hands held his
shoulders.  "David?'  The voice was like a drill
sergeant trying to be heard across a parade ground,
and David realized that it was Mrs. Lee trying to be
quiet.  Still hurt like hell though.  "David, are you
all right?"

David looked up at Mrs. Lee, amazed that he hadn't
passed out completely this time, and felt the pain
fade, no, felt it drain out, just like the last
headache.  A slow, slippery feeling, as if the pain
was a thick ooze sliding along a smooth pipe.  Now
that his head had cleared again the bane of his
existence, the thing that always got him into trouble,
his curiosity, was jumping up and down as it tried to
get his attention.  But he ruthlessly pushed it back
for the moment, knowing that if he didn't deal with
this, he was going to end up back in the hospital for
more scans and tests.  "I'm ok Mrs. Lee, just turned
my head too quick and my neck cramped all up.  Hurt.
That's all"

Mrs. Lee nodded, and a smile spread across her thin
lips.  As she spoke again, in her normal booming
voice, David felt only few pricking reminders; even
the residual pain went away faster this time.  "Well,
you did take a nasty fall in the hallway.  And with
your recent medical history...well, if your aunt
hadn't been good enough to forward your medical
records showing that you had no residuals, I would
have had you in an ambulance."

David groaned.  "She sent you my medical records?"

Mrs. Lee nodded happily.  "Oh, my, yes.  And from what
I have seen you were a very lucky boy.  In fact..."

David cut her off, his voice harsh and biting with the
wave of grief that suddenly washed over him, "In fact
there were three people with me who weren't so lucky.
My entire fucking family!  So, *if* you don't mind.
I'd rather have another catheter shoved up my dick
than listen to one more person tell me how 'lucky' I
am!"

Mrs. Lee recoiled from the suddenly angry teenager.
"Now see here, that kind of language..."

David ran right over her again, "Should be entirely
appropriate for a teenager who is, how did that
asshole James put it, 'Instant Orphan, just add car
crash'."

Mrs. Lee harrumphed loudly and her already booming
voice rose in volume as she added the full 'I'm an
adult in authority and you better fall in line' tone.
"Now see here young man.  That kind of language is
*not* acceptable!"

David stood up, fury rolling over him and consuming
him.  At the system.  At the drunk driver who robbed
him of everything and was now looking down the barrel
of a maximum 5-year sentence that may even be
suspended.  At the bullies and jocks who always put
him down and wouldn't let up even with everything else
that had happened.  And, most immediately, at this
woman who was standing there lecturing him while he
rode a wave of unbearable grief.

The spigot in the sink next to Mrs. Lee gave a single
squeal of tortured metal and the cold-water handle
shot into the basin of the sink, loosing a torrent of
shockingly cold water to drench the unfortunate Mrs.
Lee.  She squealed and jumped sideways, still looking
in David's direction, but she had not been quite quick
enough to avoid being soaked from her armpits to just
below her belt buckle.

David would normally have been amazed at her agility,
but just then he had clapped a hand over his right
eye, his left closed tightly, a pure reaction to the
sudden bright needle of pain that had just shot
through his head.  The pain drained just like before,
but much faster.  So quickly, if fact, that David
opened his uncovered eye, which had already cleared,
only a few seconds after the pain had hit him.

When he opened it, it was to see to see Mrs. Lee get
down on all fours with her head in the cabinet under
the sink, trying to turn the water off at the shutoff
valve.  But her position didn't have his attention.
Nor did the fact that her shirt had glued itself to
her breasts grab his attention in and of itself.  What
had his full attention was the fact that the water had
turned her shirt almost completely translucent.  He
was staring at her completely exposed, bra-free right
breast, hanging below her, and he could see
everything.  The full expanse of her milk-white skin,
all the way down to her coral-pink nipple, much
smaller than he'd imagined, but very hard and stiff.
He supposed it was from the extreme cold of the water.
His hand fell from his right eye and both of his eyes
tracked back and forth as the breast swayed slightly
with the small motions of Mrs. Lee's arm as she turned
the valve to stem the oncoming flood of water spraying
the opposite wall.  The water slowed, arced over her,
wetting her down thoroughly as it arced over her and
then onto her, and finally stopped.  And all the while
David stared, almost hypnotized by the first live bit
of private female flesh he had ever seen.  "God,
that's got to be larger than a double-D," he thought
to himself, his mind for once not working on anything,
just focusing on the treasure displayed before him.

"That's got it," boomed Mrs. Lee from under the sink
and a small part of David's mind kicked back into gear
and amusedly wondered if that voice in that enclosed
space would cause her to be temporarily deaf.  She
scooted backwards, less than a minute since the
initial burst of water, sat back on her heels, and
looked down at her waterlogged clothes, completely
revealing everything under all of them now that she
had been under the full stream as it had petered out.
She muttered, actually quiet for the first time in
David's memory, "Well, at least I saw him get ready to
pass out again, so he won't see this.  But I better
get covered up."

She stood up, not looking in David's direction as she
reached for a long, white lab coat that was hanging on
the cabinet just past the foot of David's cot,
unknowingly giving David a full view of both of her
breasts.  Then she started to mutter to herself again
as her hand made contact with the coat.  "But I should
probably suggest that he be sent to the hospital for
evaluation.  I definitely shouldn't let him leave
here.  I'll call his, hmmm, no parents anymore, poor
thing.  I think it's his aunt now.  I'll have her come
and get him."

David had been watching Mrs. Lee, with his brain on a
hormone-induced stupor, and had just begun musing to
himself about her nipples, now that he could see both
and compare them.  Even though her breast sagged quite
a lot, he figured from the sheer size and her age,
which he had always thought to be late 30's, both
nipples still pointed almost straight ahead.  If they
had been perfectly centered, they would be pointed
toward the ground, but they were a little too high on
the breast. Then he heard her the mention the hospital
and his mind lurched back into full gear, his thought
processes clicked and whirred furiously.  He *really*
didn't want to be an asshole, but he could only see
one path that didn't put him in that damned hospital
again.  And he'd be strapped to a hard surface for
hours while they, ah, how was it that went on the tape
his dad always like to play?  Something from the 60's.
Oh, yeah.  "Inspectin', injectin' every single part of
me an they wasn't leavin' no part untouched."

Not to mention, he reminded himself, that the last
time he was there he had run into that 40-something
year old redheaded nurse that had heard about "that
cute young man that just lost his family."  She had
decided that he needed to be "solaced the way only a
woman can."  He hadn't wanted _anything_ to do with
her, but hadn't been able to get rid of her either.
She had been so relentless in her pursuits that he had
started actively avoiding being alone at all, even to
the point of not sleeping for the last two nights to
join in the "friendly little poker game" the five
little old ladies down the hall played.  Penny-ante
and he had lost over 15 dollars to those card sharks
during those two nights.

He shuddered as he realized that his nightmares about
being naked and pursued down endless corridors by a
hot-eyed redheaded 40 year old woman while little old
ladies gambled with bits and pieces of his clothing
would haunt him for years to come.  No, he'd *much*
rather be the worst asshole in history than go through
that shit again.  So just after she mentioned his aunt
he cleared his throat.

Mrs. Lee heard the noise and her eyes got very, very
large.  Her whole body froze on the spot.  One hand
was in mid-swipe down her left breast as she tried to
shuck some of the water off.  The other held the lab
coat, not far from her now but still not impeding
David's view.  It was as if she had become a statue,
except for the fact that her eyes rolled over to look
at David.  Neither one of them moved or spoke for a
moment.

David cleared his throat again and spoke, forcing his
voice to stay even, calm.  "While I really am enjoying
the show, I don't think the school board would exactly
approve.  Do you?"

Mrs. Lee gasped and started moving again, turning to
face him completely and bringing the lab coat
protectively in front of her.  David stood up and
walked slowly over to her, locking gazes with her as
he forced his eyes to display a careless disdain.  It
was a look he had practiced and perfected in the
mirror years ago as his main defense against people in
general.  He used it now because he didn't want her to
see the indecision inside.  A part of him screamed
that what he was going to do would put him on a level
with all the jocks and bullies he had ever dealt with.
"Fuck that," he told that part of himself.  "She is
*not* going to send me back to that hellhole just
because I passed out a few times."  He stopped less
than a foot away from her.  His hands moving like
vipers, he grabbed the lab coat and pulled it to one
side with his left hand, his right shooting past to
softly grab Mrs. Lee's left breast, sliding down until
the hard point of her nipple was pressing into his
palm.

"David!" she gasped but held perfectly still, not even
trying to move or even shift away.

David was puzzled now, the scenarios he had worked out
in his mind had seen her slapping his hand away,
moving away from him, angrily telling him to stop, and
a dozen other negative reactions.  Even in the most
unlikely possibilities his mind hadn't suggested this.
That she would just stand there, her eyes filled with
a mix of fear and...something else he couldn't
identify.  Then the realization that he was holding a
real, live, warm woman's breast hit him like a ton of
bricks and all of his plans shifted.  The confusion
was gone and a new possibility rose from the ashes of
his suddenly discarded plans like a phoenix.  His
brain burned with a fire like that of the legendary
bird's plumage and a small, secretive smile touched
his lips.  Mrs. Lee's eyes flicked down to the smile
and back up to his eyes several times.  David held
onto the hard look, knowing from experience that he
could hide his thoughts and feelings easily behind it.

"Drop the coat, Mrs. Lee," David said, his voice still
perfectly calm and neutral as behind the lab coat he
began to rub in small circles over the wet cotton of
her shirt.

Mrs. Lee's eyes took on a look of pleading, soft,
vulnerable.  A single tear gathered in her left eye as
she said, "Please.  Don't."  Her booming voice was
gone, replaced with a helpless-sounding whisper.

David licked his lips and pulled steadily on the coat
until it came free from her hands.  He dropped it
carelessly on the floor and brought his now free hand
up to cover her other breast.  "All you have to do is
back away, Mrs. Lee."  His voice maintained the calm,
neutral tone, but for the first time in his life David
was finding it hard to maintain that detached tone
without being furious.  "All you have to do is take
one step back and this will stop."

Mrs. Lee whimpered and trembled but didn't step back,
didn't move, her hands still in the position they had
been in when she still had the coat.  David's eyes
tracked down to look at the hand holding her breast
and saw something that had been there all the time but
his brain hadn't registered.  Her panties were showing
through her white pants.  And not granny-panties like
he had always though she must wear, when he thought
about it at all.  No, these were sheer, high-cut,
slinky, and a shade he could only think of as slut-
red.  His eyes went back up to hers and he forced the
secretive smile into the purposefully, almost evil,
cold smile that went with the practiced look of
disdain.  He ignored the growing lump in his throat
that was threatening to cut off his air supply.  He
rubbed his thumb almost unconsciously across Mrs.
Lee's nipple and she gave a single, hard shiver.  Then
he looked up into her eyes again and spoke in the
void, toneless voice he had used on his aunt, the
final touch to the practiced attitude.  "Well, Mrs.
Lee, what a surprise, under all that proper exterior,
you still wear such ... slinky ... things."

Mrs. Lee glanced down, looking through the narrow
cleft between her breasts, gasped, bit her lower lip
and closed her eyes.  She hadn't moved a single other
part of her body, even her hands had remained where
they had been, though the fingers had relaxed and no
longer looked like they were holding up an invisible
bolt of cloth.  David watched the transformation of
her face, fascinated by the fact that she hadn't done
*anything*.  No screams, yells, pushing away, nothing
but a single, honestly soft, plead for him to stop.
Then he felt a cool, wet, but warming, curved surface
make contact with his left hand.  No, he realized, it
didn't make contact, *he* had.  He looked down to see
his fingers curl around Mrs. Lee's crotch.  He decided
to take conscious control of his movements and ran his
right hand up to place his palm over her now steel
hard nipple and pressed the middle finger of his left
hand into her pants and panties, watching the cloth
indent from his pushing into what he supposed was the
split in her labia.  He could almost feel the rough
texture of her pubic hair through both layers of the
saturated clothing, and thought that the sight lump he
felt right under a joint might be her clit, but
realized it could just as easily be a small buckle in
the fabric.   A soft sound, somewhere between a moan
and a sob escaped Mrs. Lee as she stood there, not
moving, not trying to stop him at all.  David looked
back up at her face and stopped dead.

Tears.  Tracks ran down her face and several new drops
had just left her eyes, most joining in existing
tracks, but one spiraled off to make a new one.  David
suddenly felt the heat that had been burning at his
brain evaporate and he realized what he was doing, the
enormity of it.  He realized it hadn't gone far yet,
not nearly as far as he had intended it to go a moment
ago, but it almost had.  She wasn't stopping him, but
she obviously didn't want this to be happening either.
David let go of Mrs. Lee and stepped back until the
back of his legs hit the bed, horrified.  Not at what
he almost done, but at the fact that, even now, he
felt a pull to take her, willing or not, and found
that the thought of her being unwilling almost started
the fire in his brain again.

Mrs. Lee's eyes opened and she looked up into David's
face.  Only years of hard work and practice had kept
the cold look on David's face.  She looked terrified,
but a bit puzzled too.  "David?" she whispered, the
loud boom so thoroughly gone from her voice that David
began to wonder if it was all an act.

David's quick mind, usually the center of his pride,
wouldn't stop fucking working now that he really
didn't want to think.  It kept analyzing, reading Mrs.
Lee's expression, trying to determine her tone of
voice, noticing the slight drip of water from a sodden
cabinet onto the still waterlogged floor.  And
noticing all of her body.  She still hadn't moved an
inch, only her eyes had moved, to look him in the
face.  He cleared his throat and, very careful to keep
to the cold tone, said, "I can keep quiet about this
if you can keep your nose out of my business.  And my
business right now is to take myself home.  Without my
aunt."

Mrs. Lee had finally started to move, her right arm
covered what she could of her breasts as her left hand
had gone down to cover her crotch, cupping it almost
as David had.  David knew it would be taking a chance,
but he moved close to her anyway, almost touching her.
"So, can you keep quiet about the, ah, problems, that
happened with me today?  Or do I have to call someone
and describe in detail what I have already felt for
myself?"

She shuddered and another tear left her right eye,
joining with a track to run quickly down her cheek.
"No, please, you wouldn't."

David smiled the cold smile again and felt his hand
rise up toward her again.  With a mental snarl at it,
he clenched it into a fist and brought it sharply down
to his side.  Mrs. Lee looked down at the movement and
only saw the fist.  "I'll be good," she whispered.

David nodded sharply and, not trusting himself to
speak again, strode past her and out of the room.  As
the school's main doors closed behind him, he finally
managed to get his thoughts to stop, popped his brain
onto autopilot.  And headed home.
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