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Her lover rewarded her efforts with a ghost
tongue following the same path she'd taken down her torso, circling
her own bellybutton. Her muscles clinched and her hips thrust
forward at the sensation of hands traveling down her back until
enveloping her ass cheeks and squeezing them one in each hand.
Before Marla could reciprocate, she was caught off-guard again,
crying out in reaction to the distinct feel of a warm wet tongue
running the length of her slit. It moved from lowest part of her
opening all the way up to the little man in the boat, now dropping
sail, and standing strong in defiance to the coming storm.

She imagined herself sinking into position
under her ghostly lover until she felt the weight of her straddling
her face. She dove into a warmth and wetness she could not possibly
be imagining, countering every sensation her lover sent her with
her own tongue. She reached up to find a complete body taking form
above her, although not in physical form, rather a kind of energy
and light. Keeping her eyes closed tight and working by feel alone,
Marla ran her hands up a torso that felt more real than anything
she'd ever experienced, until finding tight but perky breasts. She
circled the crest of the breasts until her thumb and fingers
glanced across rigid nipples.

Every sensation she projected came back to
her only slightly altered, and before long, Marla was in a duel of
reciprocating pleasures with her phantom lover. They exchanged
licks, nibbles, sucks, and probing fingers until she stood on the
very apex of sweet release. She tried to stave off the impending
climax but it was coming, and all she could do was send back those
wonderful sensations she received. It wasn't until she was in the
throes of climax, her entire body humming and burning, that her
lover came into full view. For that brief moment, she saw the face
of her lover staring into her eyes, and it was a vision she would
not soon forget. She no longer cared what was considered right by
society or even her own previously narrow beliefs. This was right,
and there was nothing else. Deep inside her soul, she knew she
would meet this phantom lover someday, and let fate take its
course.

***

In three short strokes, Joanne reached the
cusp of climax. The chair creaked under the strain as her head
dipped back and her hips thrust forward to meet the movement of her
own fingers. The view on the monitors was almost unreal but so
extremely hot. In the main test room, Holly slid down Katrina's
torso until her face was buried within the inner crevice of her
thighs. Katrina arched her back and let out a moan so loud Joanne
heard it through the sound-protected walls as well as through the
speaker system. The moan dissipated into short breathy gasps as
Holly reached upwards, taking one of Katrina's large breasts into
each hand, squeezing them, rolling her fingers over her standing
nipples, stopping only to give them a gentle pinch on each
pass.

She licked her lips and
stroked herself faster as the image of Marla moving and writhing
assaulted her vision in unison with the image of Katrina and Holly
in the other monitor. She could clearly see Marla's tongue flash
over her lips, her head thrusting back as Holly dove into Katrina
in the next room. She gripped the sheets and arched her back at
such an extreme angle, and she appeared to levitate off the bed.
Joanne suddenly wished she was in that room with Holly, pleasuring
her the same way she was working on Katrina. Even more so, she
wished she were in the room with Marla exploring her soft curves
with her tongue. For now anyway, her desires would have to be put
aside for the sake of the experiment. From what she was seeing in
the monitors, it was a grand success. Now, they would just have to
continue to find a means of harnessing the telepathic talents of
her subjects. For now,
her
release would come from her own hand, and it was
coming soon.

Unable to stand it any longer and sensing her
subjects were all nearing climax in the other rooms, Joanne pursed
her lips and let out her breath in a slow forceful push in an
effort to keep from screaming, as she took her own pleasure into
overdrive. Moving her middle and index finger rapidly over the hood
of her engorged clit, she sucked her lower lip through her teeth
and bit down, pinching her nipple so hard, pain threatened to
overtake pleasure while her body shuddered to release. Waves of
climax coursed through her body. Her muscles stiffened until her
toes cramped inside her pumps. Her body froze but vibrated from the
inside so much, she could no longer focus on the monitors, and she
held her breath while release overtook her and washed away like an
outgoing tide. She suddenly became sensitive, afraid to move, while
her mind continued to dare her to slip a finger across her fiery
nub.

It took her a minute to regain enough control
of her body to put her bra back in place and make a quick attempt
to smooth her hair before the others finished. Joanne still saw all
three of them moving in unison on the monitor but, by the looks of
it, they would be finished soon. Finding nothing else to clean up
with, she wiped her hands across her doctor's smock before grabbing
the clipboard from the desk and making some last-minute notes. The
one thing that struck her as strange was that she could've sworn
she felt the hand of another while she was pleasuring herself.
Could Holly's talents be that strong? Or, could it have been Marla
projecting onto her? She shook off the thought, concluding that
watching all the women moving in unison in different rooms must
have caused some extra excitement on her part.

***

Marla lay on the bed catching her breath and
gathering her thoughts. Her mind still reeled from her realization,
and the feelings it brought. Her skin still felt warm and
sensitive. The intercom clicked on and she nearly jumped off the
bed.

"Marla, please come to the control room when
you're ready."

The voice came from Doctor Mueller but she
sounded different than before. Her voice was breathy and slow, when
before it was precise, nearly urgent. Marla slid off the bed and
found her clothes. A wide smile formed across her face as she
dressed. Marla could still clearly see, in her mind, the person, or
entity that pleased her minutes ago. She felt some connection that
went beyond physical, and her mind connected directly to this
person. Marla communicated to her without words. She pleased this
lover without physical touch. She always felt she had some special
ability but never before had she been able to connect at this
level. It was one thing to guess a person's inner thoughts or throw
minimal influence on their actions but this was full-on psychic
connection. Surely, anyone discovering this ability would think of
her as a weirdo, or a hoaxster.

Doctor Mueller greeted her at the control
room door. Her cheeks were flush and hair disheveled, as if she'd
just completed an exercise routine. Walking into the control room,
she saw Katrina leaning back on a table. She waved at her, and
flashed a knowing smile but said nothing. Heat rose in Marla's
cheeks as she realized Doctor Mueller and her assistant had just
watched her move and shuffle to some unseen entity through their
cameras. They probably watched in amazement as she licked her lips
and thrust her hips in the air to orgasm without the touch of
another. But she certainly felt the touch of someone and felt, in
her mind anyway, she was sending back the gifts she received.

"Uh, Marla?" The doctor said as she gestured
toward the far side of the small control room. "I'd like you to
meet Holly."

Marla recognized the woman immediately.
Although they never met in person, she knew that Holly was the one
sending her all those feelings, as if she were right there in the
room. Without so much as a name, Marla knew Holly's inner self.
Every curve of her body was imprinted indelibly into her brain. She
remembered everything from the tone of her skin to the way Holly
moved to her touch. She even sensed the scent of her, still fresh
in her mind.

Holly moved forward, extending her hand.
"Hello Marla," she said, a broad smile threatened to crowd her pink
cheeks. "Strange, but I feel I we've met be--"

"Yes, me too." Marla knew Holly's thoughts
before she spoke, felt her excitement of knowing another in such
intimacy. The connection was still there and she held onto it, and
she knew Holly held onto it as well.

"I'd just like to say, the experiment was a
great success." Doctor Mueller's words broke in, threatening to
taint the world and dilute the bond between her and Holly. "But, we
saw some strange results." The Doctor continued, although Marla was
barely listening. She was still connected to Holly as they shared
their minds with each other, learning a lifetime of intimate
thoughts in seconds.

"I believe we'll need further testing."

"Yes, of course," Marla heard herself
say.

"We definitely need more experimenting,"
Holly said.

Holly's eyes were bright and fiery. Marla
stared into them as deeply as she could, searching for her soul,
and she found it—open and receptive to the new communication shared
only between them.

A silence overtook the small room, drowning
out computer fans and overhead air ducts. Everything slipped away
into darkness and Marla was suddenly in a tunnel of light with
Holly at the other end. In her mind, she heard a continuous stream
of whispers as her and Holly shared a lifetime without a word. The
quiet seemed so solid, it could last an eternity, her and Holly,
the only two souls in existence, bathed in the light of the other
as the world slipped away. The tunnel collapsed and Doctor
Mueller's voice echoed across the silence.

"Well, good then," she said. "I'll book the
clinic for future studies and give you a call as soon as we're
ready to do this again."

"Okay," was the only word Marla could
form.

As she walked through the door, Holly joined
her, their hands coming together in mutual understanding. The
connection was still there, and it was stronger than ever.

The End

Ellison James began writing erotica during
high school when attention could be gained through Saucy stories,
poems, and limericks. Ellison enjoys taking on social perceptions
of difference and turning them into a positive in stories of
general erotica, erotic fantasy, and the paranormal. Injecting
humor and serious social statements into fiction are a specialty of
Ellison James. Ellison James wants readers to celebrate differences
in lifestyles, body type, sexual orientation, and race through
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