Coach Engelke was anxious to see how this month's little tournament would turn out. Whoever won would get to skip the upcoming mid-term exam in one of his or her subjects, and 18 students signed up this month. That meant he had to come up with a way to make some kind of bracket system that he thought was fair - and he hated giving byes, so that was out of the question.

In the end, he decided to have the first round feature six groups of three students, with two advancing. He would then re-arrange (randomly) the students into four new, three-student groups. Only one from each group would advance that time, and that would produce the quarterfinalists.

"OK, let me have... Bryon Jurgenson, Tarra Athearn, and Leena Penez in this triangle," the coach shouted before moving on to the next (and final) triangle.

Leena almost ran to her corner, and her full breasts giggled as she went; she knew she pretty much had this one in the bag. She was easily the most powerful telepath in the contest - or so she thought. Her superiority complex was inflated further by the fact that she had money. Old money, as it is called. Her victory in almost any contest was, to her, as sure a fact as her name being put on the still-under-construction library wing for which her parents were paying.

Drawing her long, straight, red hair into a pony tail to keep it out of the way, she waited for her two competitors to arrive.

Byron possessed an extremely powerful mind, but since he was pretty much a slacker, he preferred to coast through classes with barely-passing marks to actually trying to get good grades. The way he figured it, he was powerful enough to feel justified being aloof of concerns like grades or competition. If he hadn't lost a bet to another Psi House brother, he wouldn't even have been in the contest in the first place.

Shrugging his shoulders when his name was called, the blonde, blue-eyed student went to his corner. Bryon and Leena shared several classes, and were known to despise each other. It didn't even matter to Bryon that Leena was a rather powerful telepath - she still acted like she was better than everybody else, and that alone really bothered him (and most of the other students).

Tarra was much more competitive than Bryon. She had to make do with her noticeably less-powerful abilities. She could still hold her own, though, when it came to competitions with more talented students. Straightening her uniform over her slim, athletic body, she waited for the coach to give her a ball.

Each of the contestants was handed a 10-pound medicine ball. It was soft and light enough to not crush a foot when dropped, but it was heavy enough to require some concentration to hold.

Leena could not have been more thrilled to be pitted against these two in the first round. 'Which should I take out first, the slacker or the wimp?' she asked herself. Seeing as how she had no respect for Tarra but outright hated Bryon, she decided that, in this first round, he would leave.

When the whistle blew, the room began to almost buzz with mental energy, as each student in every triangle tried like hell to get the others to drop their balls. In Bryon's corner, the initial shock was quite surprising. Concentrating to remain in control, he was the first (and only) person to actually speak out loud.

"Damn! If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to defeat me!"

The phrase drew a few chuckles, but the students who laughed lost their concentration and dropped their respective balls. That got the coach's attention, and he scrawled something in his notebook. Leena knew it was something in Bryon's favor, and decided that this round had to end - now.

'Team up with me and get this freak outta here. I can make it worth your while,' she projected at Tarra. She had to hide the message cleverly, and knew she'd have to wait for a response - these kinds of covert mental notes were one-way.

Unfortunately for Leena, this was the wrong thing to say to Tarra, who was actually good friends with Bryon. They both grew up near St. Louis. And, once they met on campus, they became more than just "friends." Quickly, she sent a message to Bryon, who seemed to be doing nothing more than maintaining control while sending out half-hearted attacks.

'She wants me to team up with her to take you down. Remember what we talked about last night? Want to give it a try, but with a little... trust fund baby?'

Bryon's only response was a lifted eyebrow. Not knowing that Tarra had already decided to betray her, Leena took it as a sign of arrogance and intensified her attack. Bryon waited till he felt Tarra's attack before he gave up and, with a little flair to make it seem like he'd tried, dropped his ball. The coach tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the bleachers.

Tarra smiled at him as he took his seat with the rest of the 1st round losers. She meant it to look like a sympathy smile, but more than a couple of onlookers could have sworn they saw something more playful in that grin.

The rest of the contest went pretty much how Leena figured it would, with a minor (yet endlessly annoying) twist: she didn't win. She got 2nd place. Now, a silver trophy was nothing to scoff at in Psi House, and she politely took her trophy, but inside, she was seething.

Bryon, after a brief meeting with coach Engelke, smiled as he wandered the campus - and that, in and of itself, was an unusual sight. Leena would have been furious if she'd seen how the teachers scored the contest - Bryon won, and Tarra was runner-up.

'What Leena doesn't know won't hurt her, Bry,' Tarra sent to Bryon.

'No, it definitely won't hurt her,' he mused as he kissed his girlfriend goodbye and went to his last class.

Darkness had fallen, and Bryon felt it was almost time to contact Tarra. It was hard to judge what time it was without a watch, and someone from Alpha frat had managed to steal his only watch. 'Fuckin' A-hole,' he thought. Sitting up on his bed and centering himself, he began the night's festivities.

'Bryon calling Tarra... come in Tarra... Bryon calling...'

Tarra, also unable to rest and in bed noticeably early for the evening, sat up immediately at the summoning. 'Stop it, Bry. You know I'm waiting. Shall we?'

'What the fuck do you think? I was born ready, baby. Are you sure you want...'

'We already talked about this. I want you to be there, the first time.'

'Are you sure, though, that you want it to be like this?'

'I don't do things I don't want to. Let's go, and meet me in the woods. You know where. I'll walk you to the place I've prepared. No more now, bye!'

Bryon found Tarra already waiting under a tree about a quarter of a mile into the woods. It was a place they visited often to talk. She rushed up to him, put a finger to his lips when it seemed he was about to speak, and drew the finger away so she could kiss him.

He returned the kiss passionately, his arms wrapping around her body and pulling her in close.

She took his arms in her hands and pushed them... down to her well-toned ass. At a mental nudge from her, he squeezed her perfect rump - it made her kiss him even harder, but the distraction of being controlled for a moment caused him to break the kiss a few seconds later. They both looked at each other and laughed quietly.

"You snuck one up on me th..." Bryon began before being cut off.

'Don't speak. Let's go,' she told him, psionically. The walked, hand in hand, to a large tent she'd pitched in a remote clearing. Even the Mysties (the freaky students from Myst house), who frequently wandered the woods at night, weren't anywhere to be seen.

At another unspoken signal, they both disrobed, and came together for another kiss before they unzipped the door and went inside. When Bryon turned on the portable light hanging from a loop of fabric connected to the ceiling of the tent, he saw the fruits of his and Tarra's labors earlier in the day.

Sprawled out on the air mattress, a very naked Leena masturbated feverishly. She was totally oblivious to the fact that the two "losers" she had conspired to eliminate from the contest were watching her. When Tarra snapped her fingers, though, she became immediately aware of her situation.

Not that it mattered, though - she was still unable to stop masturbating, just as she had been since she first found herself in the tent two hours earlier.

"What... are you two... mmm... looking at... ung..." she stammered with about as much anger in her voice as she could muster.

"Don't you even want to know why you're here? I mean, do you remember... coming here?" Bryon asked, emphasizing the word to make a half-hearted joke. It was hard to joke, though - seeing her there, playing with herself and completely out of control, was a real turn-on.

Tarra, whose hand was gripping Bryon's hardening manhood, turned her attention to Leena. "Darling Leena, I think you're in for a treat tonight. We're going to teach you some lessons tonight. Lesson number one: don't pit two very good friends together."

With one hand pinching her left nipple and two fingers on the other moving in and out of her slick pussy, Leena managed to say, "oh, I get it... Y-you want t-t... ungh... to f-fuck..."

"Don't try to talk, stupid. You're much too busy for that," Bryon noted.

"And, no, you're not going to be part of any threesome, if that's where your brain is going." Tarra reached down and gently stroked Bryon's erect cock. "He's not checking your oil, 'though he is getting a good look under the hood. No, dear - he's all mine." With that, she kissed him and squeezed on his prick just hard enough to make him slap her ass.

"Then... w-what... are you going... ungh..." Leena stammered.

"This is tiresome. What am I going to do with you? Well, Bryon and I have been talking, and, well, I've been a little... curious lately. Now, normally, I'd just sneak off to town and pick me up a date. I don't normally feel like doing this to a fellow student, but you kind of rubbed me the wrong way. "Now, we'll see if you can rub me the right way."

After making that cryptic statement, Tarra dropped to her hands and knees and slowly crawled to Leena, who had (for reasons unknown to her) stopped masturbating.

"Look, I don't know why I can't seem to leave, but I'm not gay," Leena protested, slightly more calmly. But she could not deny that Tarra's body, while not as curvy as hers, was definitely causing some degree of arousal - or was it just residual lust from hours of frigging off?

'Damn,' she thought, 'I'm so fucking horny even looking at her lips makes me want to... no, don't think it, don't think it,' Leena's mind screamed as Tarra approached.

Leena didn't notice when she shifted her position so that she was crawling towards her apparent captor, who stopped just inches in front of her face.

"Please, don't do this, I... I... I'm sorry about what I did to your boyfriend..."

"Please, Leena, don't talk. I can help you enjoy this, you know," Tarra whispered as she closed the distance between their lips.

Leena tried to back away, but had not noticed that Bryon had stepped behind her. "No, I don't want this now... I mean... oooooomf..." Her weak protest was cut short when Bryon slipped a finger into her. It was no ordinary finger, though - although it was definitely not his dick. Of that she was sure.

His finger was hot, almost as if it were a small, steel shaft glowing with a dull cherry hue. And, it burned - but no pain resulted from the burning. Instead, it spread from his finger, to her womb, and from there, it radiated down her legs and up to her chest.

It shot through her with the power of lightning but the speed of honey dripping down a smooth belly, down to a cleanly shaven slit... with a start, she realized she was actively fantasizing about Tarra! As their tongues continued their erotic dance, she felt the heat rise up through her throat and mouth... and lips... and then, it met Tarra's lips, and the current was complete.

Her body had become a conduit through which flowed a river of intense pleasure, the likes of which she never knew existed. Some tiny part of her tried to remind her that it was a telepathic illusion - but that part was overwhelmed by pleasure coursing through her.

Tarra felt it, too, and moaned into Leena's mouth.

Tarra's initial reaction to the kiss let Leena know that she was little more than a conductor of sexual energy - and at the moment, that did not matter. 'God, if his finger feels like this, what does his...'

It was Bryon who cut her thought short this time. As Leena slowly let herself get carried away into the river of pleasure that ran through her, she heard Brian whisper, "like the lady said, you're not getting it."

It was the last coherent thought she could remember for quite some time.

Tarra's tongue darted in and out of Leena's mouth teasingly. Leena returned the favor, finding Tarra's tongue - in fact, her whole body - to be as hot and charged as the finger that slowly pumped in and out of her from behind.

Tarra softly closed her lips around the invading tongue and gently sucked it into her mouth further. It must have had an effect on Leena, because she sat up on her knees (drawing her body away from Bryon's finger, which slipped out of her unnoticed), and wrapped her arms around Tarra.

After a few more moments of passionate kissing, Tarra's mouth slid away from Leena's and began to move towards her neck. She gently bit the base side of Leena's neck near her shoulder, which made Leena go nearly limp with desire. Tarra's fingernails made their way down Leena's back, with just enough pressure to leave light scratch marks.

Once they were resting on the small of Leena's back, Tarra's hands moved around to her belly and came up to her round breasts. Leena gasped as Tarra cupped her tits, and Tarra in turn stopped nibbling Leena's neck. She giggled when she noticed she'd left teeth marks, but the look on Leena's face told her that she was on the edge of an orgasm - and Leena knew how to push her over the edge.

All it took was a gentle pinching of Leena's nipples. Leena, moaning loudly, slid her calves around to her front. Tarra laid her on her back, and resting on top of her, kissed her again - briefly.

Her lips moved down to the base of Leena's neck, and kissed there. Using her tongue, she traced a line down her chest, and then over to an erect nipple. Gently sucking it in, she gripped it ever-so-softly with her teeth and rubbed the very tip of it with the top of her tongue. With her finger, she used a vigorous circular motion (a motion hitherto unknown to Leena) to elicit another light orgasm from the supine coed.

The other nipple got similar treatment (and corresponding clitoral massage) before Tarra was ready to continue with the main event.

Using her tongue again to trace a line down Leena's body, she eventually came to her target - the little nub poking out from a hood above Leena's pussy. Figuring there was no time like the present, she gently licked the tip of the offered clit.

Tarra, nearly lost in an endless sea of lust, stifled a yelp when she felt it.

Using the top of her tongue to make longer, broader strokes; Tarra lapped at the offered slit as if it were a pink lollipop.

Leena was now completely lost within her traitorous body. Most of her desire to stop what was going on had been washed away after Tarra bit her on the neck - it was almost as if Tarra had sucked her free will out like a vampire would take blood from a victim. And now, there was only one thing in her mind - desire for pleasure. She would do anything to allow it to continue.

Spreading her legs as widely as she could, she grabbed a fistful of Tarra's hair and pulled her closer to her slit. She could not have been more careful. She held on tightly enough to keep Tarra in contact with her flesh, but lightly enough to not offend her apparent Mistress.

Deciding that she wanted a better taste, Tarra used her fingers to spread Leena open a little. Using her tongue as a soft, pink probe, she explored Leena's depths, going so far as to insert her tongue into her formerly unwilling lover. Using her thumb to rub Leena's clit, she pushed Leena to one more orgasm - this one being quite powerful and wet.

She came up for air, gently pulling Leena's hands away from her head. "Bryon, I need you," Tarra told her friend and lover. "Take me from behind."

Bryon did not need to be told twice, but he did have an idea. "Why not have her get you wet? I mean, not that it's likely to be an issue, but still..."

Tarra looked at him as he stroked himself, teasing her. Smirking, she mentally told Leena to swing around - and Leena was in no position to even think of resisting.

Somehow knowing that her pleasure resided solely in her ability to please Tarra, Leena began to lick Tarra's clit, once it was within range of her tongue. She started gently, but Tarra must have really enjoyed the sensation because she quickly started to ride her face. The feeling of a pussy sliding over the lower part of her face ground away any residual will she had left and washed her further into a sea of arousal - and further still from the shores of control.

Leena only really noticed that Tarra had stopped moving her hips when Tarra bent over and began eating her out, this time from on top.

Needless to say, she was not in charge of her faculties enough to notice Bryon's dick as it entered Tarra. Her oral efforts on Tarra were not wasted, though; the more she teased Tarra's clit with her mouth and tongue, the tighter it squeezed Bryon's cock as it slid in and out of his girlfriend.

Bryon had been pretty turned on by the whole encounter, and even though he began slowly, the heat of the moment took over moments after he was told to join in the fun. Several minutes initial thrust, he came inside his girlfriend and lover with a powerful thrust - and nearly collapsed on top of both of them.

He must have been leaking mentally, because both women came at the same time, too. Leena, still lost within her own fiery desire, passed out. Tarra and Bryon, though, remained conscious - and they spent much of the next hour or so simply holding each other, and talking softly. When they felt rested enough, they decided to head back to their respective rooms.

Leena didn't wake up until security found the tent at about 4:00 AM. The guard called the school's medical building, and they sent a car to transport the naked, masturbating, apparently spell-bound teenager to the Restoration Wing of the campus hospital.

Headmaster Nazarius was less than thrilled with the two students sitting in front of his desk. Leena's parents had been told what happened - and, as major contributors to the school, they had arranged a meeting with the headmaster.

"You are both in big trouble. This could mean your expulsion, you know. What were you thinking?"

Bryon started to say something, but felt his jaw lock down uncontrollably.

"Don't answer that. You took advantage of an innocent girl - a fellow student, at that - and you must be punished. Luckily for you both, the school's bylaws don't allow me to expel you for this kind of first offense. But, I do have something in mind. Leena, Mr. and Mrs. Penez, please wait outside."

The mildly traumatized girl, who had come to enjoy the memory (even if she was not sure, nor did she care, if those feelings were real or artificial), and her infuriated parents left the room. Leena knew that the two students were in for some serious discipline - even though she was not too angry about it herself. And, the thought of discipline alone was making her more than a little wet.

Once the Penezes were out of earshot, the headmaster's tone changed. "OK, listen up. First, the punishment: you both are suspended from class for 2 weeks, without the possibility to make up any of the work."

This was a crushing blow to them both, but they knew that they had gotten off lucky. Tarra was about to ask what he would tell Leena's parents about the relatively light punishment, and Nazarius stopped her before the thought was even complete.

"Don't worry, Tarra. Leave them to me. I can be very persuasive with contributors, no matter how wealthy or powerful they think they are." He got up and walked over to the window behind his desk. Staring out of the window but not looking at anything, he sighed and was silent for a few moments. To Tarra and Bryon, though, it was an eternity.

Looking down but not facing his troublemaking students, Nazarius continued. "The real lesson here is that you must learn discretion. Next time you feel like taking that girl down a few pegs, at least cover your tracks. You're likely to be discovered if you pull this in the real world. Now, go, and send in the Penezes."

They never knew how Nazarius explained the situation to Leena's parents, but Bryon and Tarra never had trouble with the girl again.