Heather can hear you.
Human brain waves broadcast all sorts of signals. But, generally, no one can hear them; no one has the receiver.
Heather is the exception. Heather, you see, was born with a receiver.
This evening, Heather was at a local bar, alone, and on the prowl. There was a nearby table where things were going well between this woman and this guy. Heather moved to the table next to them, kept her eyes on her drink, and listened in.
The couple were mentally circling each other. Does he like kids? How does he treat old girlfriends? I wonder how much he makes, Heather heard her think.
"So, what do you do for a living?" she said out loud.
"Oh, I do web design and site management," he replied. I wonder if I am scoring any points, he thought. "It’s got its challenges. One of my clients is Funny Bunny Day Care, who are kind of neat and…"
The woman’s attention circuits lit up at "day care" and "kind of neat." Heather heard a theater audience applauding; she kept a straight face. The applauder betrayed no emotion at all.
Their conversation went well, with laughter and a touch of flirting. Heather heard him think, Well, let’s give it a try.
"I’ve got my handcuffs with me," he said quietly.
Heather felt the listener’s brain freeze over. Then she felt it boil over. Heather had to hold her head briefly.
"Fuck the hell off," the woman said, and stormed away from the table. Heather rolled her eyes. She heard the guy think, Oh crap, I did it again. He leaned over and held his head in his hands.
Soon, another guy, whom Heather did not know, sat across from her.
This other guy was reasonably good-looking. Heather thought, This has got possibilities.
She heard a man think, Well, I hope so.
Heather looked quickly around the room. She realized that the internal voice came from the guy who had sat across from her. Unknown guy, who are you?
He smiled. Richard.
I am Heather. Richard, I did not know that there was another Receiver, anywhere in the world. I thought I was alone.
So did I. She could tell his thoughts were smiling. Can we meet?
She thought, That will look kind of weird. Two people sitting together in the middle of a bar, looking at each other and never saying anything.
City Park? He offered.
Hmmm… maybe. Stand up, fellow Receiver. He stood up. He could feel the positive reaction.
Okay, she thought.
The two were ecstatic to meet. After decades of listening to other people, hearing others’ thoughts from birth, but realizing by early childhood that no one could hear them back, they both felt that their lifelong isolation was over. They talked about everything until the wee hours of the morning.
Then he looked straight at her. "Well," he said out loud, "how’s about it?" He got all kinds of signals back—warmth, coolness, shyness, back to warmth, and finally, How’s about what, mister? She thought back.
They looked at each other. They both burst out laughing.
"Hotel City Center is very nice at three-thirty in the morning," he said.
"Show me how nice," Heather said, smiled, and took his arm.
In the hotel room, they were undressing.
Oops, he joked, Underneath my underwear, I’m naked.
"Well, Mr. Naked, finish up and sit right there," Heather said, and gestured toward a large, fabric-covered easy chair. Richard sat down. Heather pulled up a similar chair, and the two unclad people faced each other.
"I’ve never done this before with another Receiver, but let’s give it a try," said Heather. "Relax," she said. And let your mind go blank.
She entered his mind and found herself the only object in a solid, light gray universe. Not bad, my friend, she thought.
She began. Hello, Richard. I am your penis.
My cock, he replied.
Okay, my horny friend. I am your magnificent cock. You see that marvelous woman sitting across from you? She smiled at him. I want her. Now give me blood. Give me lots. I’m nice and big and thick, so there’s plenty of room.
His erection was immediate. He sat with his legs spread and his hands on the arms of the chair. He began to reach for his achingly inflated cock.
No no no no, Richard. He pulled his hand away and moaned. I’ll let you know when I will cum. Give me blood.
She arose from her chair. Close your legs. He did so. She knelt on the cushion of his chair, facing him, with one knee to either side of his waist.
Richard, I can feel her heat. She was so moist and excited that she began to drip onto him. I want her. I want her right now.
Heather lowered herself onto him. Their lower bodies met. She kept eye contact and began to stroke him. Neither could tell where one ended, and the other began. She leaned over and held him.
“Heather, let me go or I will cry," Richard said out loud.
"Well, we can’t have that," Heather replied. She stroked him a few more times, then sat all the way down him. Then she closed her eyes, caressed his face, and kissed him.
Now I cum. I cum like I this woman is my first. I cum like she is my two hundredth and my absolute best. I cum like I must impregnate a thousand women. Oh, I cum!
His world of light gray exploded into a brilliant white. She emptied him. He lost consciousness. His light gray universe quickly dissolved into black. When he came to, he was still inside her and his semen was flowing back out. Lover, you’ve got more cum than Niagara’s got water, Heather thought to him.
After a brief rest, My turn, was Richard’s only reply. Heather dismounted and returned to her chair. She laid her head against the headrest, placed her hands on the arms of the chair, and spread her legs.
Give me a good clean blank slate, he thought to her. His thoughts entered the same light gray world that had greeted her. He sat back in his chair, crossed his legs, folded his hands, and placed them in his lap.
He thought, For a long time I’ve been wanting a female Receiver.
And I qualify! she replied, laughing.
He began. Heather closed her eyes and felt something warm caress her skin. At first, the feeling engulfed her body, her face, and her scalp. Gradually it focused on her face, and then her lips. After a long, deep kiss, she opened her mouth to play with his tongue. There was nothing there.
You forgot the tongue, she thought. Sorry, lover, he replied. The feeling of a tongue appeared immediately. Although her first inclination was to giggle at this, by now she was well into surrendering herself. She sunk lower in the chair.
The feeling retreated from inside her mouth and lips kissed her once more. The feeling split in two, and each part caressed her cheek gently in a small circle before entering her ear.
She felt his warm breath inside her ears. She heard a whisper. Hello, my lovely Heather. Now I am in you. Relax. Relax and enjoy. You are a beautiful woman, Heather. An extraordinarily beautiful woman. And what I am about to do is all about you.
The feeling left her ears, crossed her cheeks, and descended to her neck. There was a slight pressure in small areas on her neck. Not quite a kiss, but close enough, she thought to him.
The feeling pressed again on her neck, this time firmer and a bit moist. You are a quick learn, my love, she thought. God knows I try, he replied.
The feelings left her neck, and the two parts crisscrossed her upper chest. Each part began to circle one of her breasts. The circles became smaller and tighter.
Heather felt a gentle suction on each nipple. Within the suction, a tongue slowly massaged each one. After a few minutes, the suction slowly vanished, and the feeling changed to a soft-haired brush, which gently stroked each nipple and kept it deliciously hard and extended.
The feeling left the nipples and moved down her torso to her inner thighs. The feeling was still warm and felt like his hand. The feeling lightly stroked her inner thighs.
"Richard, I am so ready. Release me." Her breath was labored. She was starting to sweat.
"All in good time, lover. All in good time." He got up from the chair and grabbed one of the hotel’s throw pillows. "Slide this pillow right under your magnificent butt." She did so. Her genitalia were now raised, exposed, burning for him, and very wet.
The two feelings on her inner thighs became two moist tongues which licked her labia. Then one moved up and toward the center. She felt a warm wind blow against her clitoris, and then a tongue which began to stroke her.
One of the feelings that had massaged her labia moved into her vagina, explored her a bit, and soon found her G-spot.