Blunt Force Drama Ch. 14-16

Chapter 14

We head off early for her ten o'clock, still trying to avoid the crowds. No one stops us, our first trip to classes this week without getting accosted. I make it all the way through both classes and buy both our lunches on the card. The clerk looks at me oddly; I say, "I cleared this with the Dean."

"Whatever."

It occurs to me that he seems to be one of the few people I've met with no idea who Angie is. He has only slightly more going on inside there than Todd does.

We eat quickly then hurry across campus. This is her first meeting with her honor's advisor Beth and she's still trying to avoid peak hours walking across campus. She does get stopped twice, one asking for her autograph. We hang out in the hallway near Beth's office waiting until I have to leave for my class.

A few minutes later, her professor comes from the other direction, unlocking her door. She looks up and sees us. "Angie, what are you doing here already? Our meeting's not until one."

"I try to avoid walking across campus right now at busy times so I don't get stopped by too many fans."

"Oh my god, is it like that for you?"

"It's getting better. But yeah, I got stopped twice on the way across here, one asking me for an autograph."

Beth shakes her head and says, "Come on in, then. And you go scamper off to wherever you're supposed to be, Matt."

I blush slightly and tell Angie goodbye. I wasn't going to give her a kiss with her advisor standing there watching, but Angie clearly expects it. I oblige with a quick peck, then head off to Ecology.

We get our exams back. I got a 93, which is disappointing, but I can live with it. I understand where I lost three points, but the other four I don't get. I very rarely complain about grades, but I really don't understand why I lost those four points. So I ask her after class about it. She answers, "93 is probably better than you deserve for your exam."

That was a weird response. Yeah sure, I would rather get a 97, but I want to understand why my answer was wrong. I'm still shaking my head over her attitude about it when I get back to my room. I check to see if she has graded my late assignments I submitted over break. The first two look fine, a 98 and a 96. The last two are marked as zero's though.

I quickly send her an e-mail asking why I got zero's on those two assignments. I get an answer back quickly. They were late. See the grading policy.

I send a reply saying: My understanding was that you had given me a flexible deadline because of my concussion. I got caught up as quickly as my health allowed me to, submitting the last things over break. I expect to be able to keep up the rest of the semester.

She's apparently still on-line, because I get a response almost immediately.

That's right. I failed you because you copied another student's corrected assignments.

What??!!??

I don't even know anyone else in the class. Who do you think I copied from?

And again, an instant response.

If you didn't copy it, you got your girlfriend to do it for you.

What the hell does Angie have to do with anything here. Something really weird is going on. I'm not comfortable going over her head, but I'm not going to fail the class because she's being a dick to me. I decide to send the entire e-mail chain to Ethan. I describe the situation to him:

I am sorry to drag you into this and I suspect you are not the proper authority to go to, but I am not sure who is. This started in class where she returned an exam. I lost four points that I just did not understand. Of course, I would rather have those four points. But I really more wanted to understand what I had done wrong, so I didn't lose the same points again. Her only response was that I probably did not deserve the grade I got on the exam. No explanation of why I lost the points.

I got back to my room and checked the grades on the two assignments I had submitted over break when I finally got caught up. Below is the exchange about that. Thanks for any clarification you can give me. I guess if nothing can be done about the grades, I would like to withdraw from the class, if that is still possible.

About fifteen minutes later, I get a mail from Ethan:

I am sorry you are going through this. It seems very wrong to me as well. I have talked to Dean Kaufman, who is responsible for the academics in the College of Arts and Sciences. You met him at the award dinner. I spoke to him briefly and he was very interested. I expect he will be reaching out to you. Let me know how things turn out.

Ethan Fernandez

About two minutes later, I get a message from Dean Kaufman. He wants me to come to his office in ten minutes, bringing my exam with me. His office is in the same building as Ethan's, so I know exactly where I'm going and head straight over.

I walk in the office, which has the same basic set up as Ethan's, with a secretary in the outer office. The inner door's closed, but I can hear some raised voices inside. His secretary is only about thirty, much younger than Janet. She says to me, "Are you Matthew Bergman?"

"Yes."

"Have a seat, the Dean and Professor Ramirez will be ready to speak with you in a minute."

I sit down.

She says to me, "I want to thank you for the cookies last week. Janet shared one with me. She's very impressed with you and Angie. And that was a wonderful thing that Angie did for her at the dinner. The entire support staff here in Admin are big fans of the two of you."

If I got nothing else from college, I learned to be nice to the secretaries. They control almost everything.

The door opens and Dean Kaufman sticks out his head, saying "Emily, Is the Bergman boy here yet?"

Before she has a chance to say anything, the Dean notices me sitting on the chair.

"Hello, Matthew, we met at the dinner two weeks ago."

"Yes, I remember you, Dean Kaufman. Thank you for seeing me so quickly."

I'm reading his mind. He's pissed that this has happened. My professor was just informed Sunday that she's not being reappointed. He's guessing she's trying to take revenge.

"Come on in Matthew. This is Doctor Ramirez. He's chair of the Environmental Sciences department."

I'm reading his mind as I'm shaking his hand. He's assuming she's being diligent in her grading and she really did catch me cheating. And that I'm just whining, trying to get away with it.

"Matthew, please show Dr Ramirez the problem on the exam you mentioned in your e-mail to Dean Fernandez."

"It's problem seven. She went over the answers today in class and I still don't understand what I did wrong. I just wanted an explanation of what I got wrong when I talked to her after class."

I hand him the paper. He's certain he will see the problem immediately and put an end to this whole mess. But his expression changes as he reads the question and my answer. He's starting to have doubts about my professor.

"I have to say Charles, I don't see why he lost any points on this problem, either. It's not a perfect answer, but it's a very good answer for a student in an intro class. I would certainly have given it full credit."

The Dean turns towards me and says, "I have to ask you, Matthew and I need an honest answer here. Did you copy your last two assignments from someone?"

"No, I don't know anyone else in the class. I was never very good at meeting people and I hit my head less than a month into the semester. I've barely talked to another student other than Angie since then. And Angie certainly didn't do this. She knows nothing about Ecology. I guess if it was about Jane Austen, she would be a good suspect. But I have no idea where that came from. It's what got me to send this to Dean Fernandez."

"I want to believe you Matthew, but I also need to hear Doctor Elkington's side of this. Thank you for your time. I would like you to leave your exam with Doctor Ramirez. I will contact you with any resolution to this, hopefully before the weekend."

I realize I'm being dismissed.

"Thank you, Dean Kaufman," I say as I leave the room, shutting the door behind me.

Emily sees me coming out. "Don't worry, Matthew. Dean Kaufman's a very fair man. He will resolve this."

Walking out, I check the time. Angie should be getting out of class now. I text her.

Meeting Dean Kaufman right now

back to the dorm soon

everything okay?

I think it is going to be

will explain over dinner

what do you want

I have things to tell you, too

I go beside the building and sit on a bench not far from the Dean's window, but I think out of sight if they happen to glance out. With a little focus, I can listen to the conversation between the two of them. The Dean is talking right now.

"I understand, Tony. We need to hear her side of it. I've asked Emily to try to locate her. But I just don't have a reasonable explanation for the crack about his girlfriend. Angela Lopez is an amazing young woman. I knew that before that speech. It's why I pushed for her for the award. I will never underestimate what someone will do for love. But I suspect he's right. She probably knows nothing about Ecology. I mean we can make sure she hasn't taken the course already, but that was just a weird leap from copying from a classmate to she did it for him. I think we need to start thinking about the possibility that Jane's just bitter about not getting reappointed and she's trying to take it out on the students. Do you have any suggestions about how to handle that if it's true?"

"My first thought is to relieve her of all her classes. We should probably review all the exams to see if she just got tired of grading and kind of assigned random scores."

"Can your department cover her courses for the last seven weeks?"

"I can cover the Ecology course. I've taught it so many times, it's not much work to teach it again on no notice. I will ask Sally, but I think she can pick up research methodologies quickly, too. If we do, I will ask for full overload pay for both of us."

"I think I can find that in the budget somewhere."

A knock comes on the door.

"Enter."

Emily says, "I think we can stop looking for Jane. She just faxed in her resignation, effective immediately."

The Dean says, "I think you need to talk to Sally tonight. And I need to look for that money in the budget now. Good luck, Tony. Let me know if there's a problem. You can offer Sally the option of a course off in the fall if she would rather."

I break my link. I'm just starting to get a headache. I should've stopped sooner, but I wanted to know what was going on.

I walk back to the dorm to find Angie. She's sitting downstairs in the lounge, waiting for me.

"What's up that you were meeting with Dean Kaufman?"

"My ecology professor decided that I was cheating on the assignments I did over break. She said you had done them for me."

"Why would I do them for you? I know nothing about ecology."

"That's why I sent the whole exchange to Ethan; he got Dean Kaufman involved. I have to admit I spied on the meeting after I was dismissed. She faxed in her resignation effective immediately rather than being yanked off all her classes. I guess she's being let go at the end of the semester anyway. She apparently was told Sunday or Monday. I'm not sure if she's just picking on me or whether a bunch of students were being screwed. The department chair's taking over teaching my class immediately."

"I certainly would've complained to Ethan about it."

"So what's your news?"

"We had such a good meeting. I think I'm going to really like working with Beth. One of the things we talked about was Anna's monster fucking. Only I didn't call it that, of course. I said that one of the topics I was thinking about doing my other scholarly talk on is Shelley and Frankenstein. And that I had heard people talking about erotic undertones of monster legends and lore. And maybe I would do something about that."

"You said that other night that you wanted to reread Frankenstein to see if Shelley had put erotic undertones to the Monster. I can see that."

"Well Beth thought that it was an interesting idea. She could imagine the undertones from her memory of the story, which she hasn't read in a few years. Some years, she includes it in her nineteenth century women's lit course, but she didn't this year.

"Anyway, she says one of her best friends from grad school has a masters student who is doing her thesis on monster fucking. I love the title of is Real, and He's My Boyfriend: Motivations of Monster Erotica.

"I sent Melanie, the masters student, a note, asking her for a copy of her thesis, explaining that our advisors were friends. Maybe she will recognize my name from the video and reply to me."

"You know I'm not really a monster, right?"

"Well, you kind of are. You have a supernatural power. A power that scared the hell out of me when Anna and you first told me about it. I was afraid to even touch you again for a day, if you remember."

"I definitely remember that. But where should we get dinner? I'm hungry and I thought we would start in on Ethan's gift cards tonight."

We grab to go food from a local fast food place. Once we get up to my room after dinner, I take command, ordering her to strip in front of me. I then tie her hands to the window again, using my belt. I think about spanking her, but I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that and I'm afraid the adjoining dorm rooms would be able to hear.

I use the sleeve of my sweatshirt as a makeshift gag, so she won't make too much noise. I'm regularly checking in on her mental state. She's a little bit scared, but understands she could actually send me a message to tell me to stop. And she's horny as hell. This setup really turns her on. I guess she loses any guilt from the actions if I'm "forcing" her.

I get her off with my hand first. A really strong orgasm. Without much of a break, I get her off with my tongue, which gives her an even stronger orgasm. I know I'm not going to last much longer, so I fuck her while I'm standing with her legs over my shoulders. Maybe the strongest orgasm she has had. It's a good thing I gagged her. We were pushing the noise ordinance as it was.

I didn't like seeing her with a gag in her mouth, but otherwise, that was an awesome experience for me as well as her.

Thursday was just a Thursday. Angie's getting low on her granola bars, so I buy her a big box for her "breakfast". I tell Professor Amberson I got the job officially. I do get official notice from Dean Kaufman that my grades are being re-evaluated and to please keep our conversations about the matter confidential. I let him know that I had already explained the situation to Angie, but she would also keep the information confidential from other students.

I get myself officially registered for my fall classes. Angie and I decided to try taking micro economics together. That might be an interesting challenge for us as a couple.

And I had to wait in my room for Angie to get done her shift at the library. We have a proper welcome home from work kiss; frantic sex as soon as she walks in the door. Then we order a pizza and eat it in the lounge for dinner. Aya sticks her head in and reminds us to be quieter, that last night was too loud. We apologize profusely. And then immediately go upstairs for sex again before bed. But we are careful to be quiet this time. We may not need all the condoms I bought, but we did need at least some more, despite the three day hiatus.

I'm curious for Friday afternoon's Ecology class. The other students are surprised to see Dr. Ramirez teaching today. He announces that he's taking over the class for the remainder of the semester. He says that there were some errors in the grading for the exam, and he will regrade any exams that students return to him. He says that if a student got a higher grade than he would've given them, they will keep the higher grade but he will point out where he would've taken off points. And if we got a lower grade than we should've earned, we will get the new higher grade. Win-win for the students. He says he may spot review grading on the assignments and may adjust some grades following the same rules.

He's a much better teacher than she is, as well, so I'm happy. I suspect I will get my 97 on the exam and probably solid A's on the two failing assignments.

Friday night is our first sex without a condom. It's also my first sex without a condom. It feels so much better. Like twice as good if you can talk about such things numerically. Angie thought it was weird to feel me shooting into her. She's also not a big fan of having it ooze back out of her a little later. But she noticed how much more I enjoyed it. And she liked that. We both thought it was nice not to stop before and after to deal with the condom.

She slips out of bed early Saturday morning and heads down to her room wearing her bathrobe. I would've liked to have wakeup sex this morning. I at least get to watch her get out of bed and put her robe on. She's so beautiful. I love watching her move around naked.

As usual, I fall back asleep for a few hours, and then wakeup with a shower and text her when I get dressed. She gets a breakfast sandwich with me, not her favorite either; we eat them in the lounge.

"So what's the plan for today?" I ask.

"I need to do a few hours of school work, but we could do something fun this afternoon. And then dinner at Theresa's."

By a few, she means like four. There's no way she has had that much new work assigned this week. On top of the time she has already spent this week. And she came out of break week well ahead. I don't know where she finds all the work to do.

"Sounds like a plan, I guess. One thing pops into my head for something fun to do, but I don't think we can spend all afternoon on that. I guess it would be fun trying."

"I meant something else fun, silly. But we can do that, too."

"It should be something inside, I think. The sky out there looks pretty ominous and my phone says it's going to rain all afternoon."

"I would like to try another collaborative story telling. But that won't take all afternoon. You can come up with another activity -- beyond what that grin's thinking about -- while I study."

"Hey, I have maybe an hour of school work to do, max."

"Then you have plenty of time to decide what we can do this afternoon."

I have no idea what we should do, but she's right. We need to find more activities we enjoy together than just fucking and staring lovingly at each other. The problem is I'm not sure what I like doing, beyond trying to get Angie off as many times a day as I can. And she only seems to like schoolwork and having me get her off multiple times a day.

When we get back together, I suggest that we try to think up a bunch of activities we can do when the weather's nice, both for weekends during school and weekends and evenings all summer. And we have more than two weeks from the end of exams until my job starts.

"I like going for hikes in the woods, but I've not really explored much around here," I say.

"I know a few places. I was never big on hiking, but I'm willing to try with you. I like going to the zoo. It's about a two hour drive from here, so it would be a long day. Maybe one day between school and our summer jobs."

"There are a couple of nice beaches not too far from here on hot days. Would you be willing to go to the beach?"

"I don't have a bathing suit you would approve of, I will warn you. But a few days at the beach would be nice."

"So let's do some research on parks and beaches we want to try. We can each flag ones that sound good."

"Why don't we look for museums in the region we might like as well, for something to do on rainy days. Or when it's too hot to be outside."

We each poke around on our phones, then discuss the places we find. We end up making a master list of places we would like to go.

"Okay, I'm going to start the story again."

"How come you always start the story?"

"Because it's my game, silly. It was the first hot day of the summer, with a blazing sun baking down. Angie and Matt are sitting around when she says 'Let's go to the beach today.' Matt's being a spoil sport, saying, 'I'm not a big beach fan. They're always too crowded.' Angie says, 'I know a beach that's nice and quiet. We may well be completely alone. And you've never seen me in my bikini.'"

She looks at me.

"Matt says, 'I would rather see you out of your bikini.' Angie says, 'We'll have to see how empty the beach is.' That got Matt's attention and he agrees to go. They get to the beach and she's right. The beach's wide and flat, with the remnants of an old pier sticking into the water. But there's not another soul in sight. They spread a towel on the sand and Angie takes off her coverup. She's wearing a tiny neon green bikini, which looks stunning against her light brown skin. She is hot."

I look at Angie.

"Matt pulls off his tee shirt, exposing his chest to her. She considers biting his nipples on the spot, but decides that can wait for later. She grabs his hand and they walk down to the edge of the water. Each wave washes chilly water over their ankles, but the cool feels refreshing on the hot day. They walk along to surf until they come to a pillar for the old pier, barely in the surf. She leans back against it and pulls him to her. They kiss passionately."

This is getting right to the good parts. I can go for this. Let me see how far she lets me push this.

"The kissing is becoming desperate. Matt's lusting after Angie's luscious breasts, barely contained by her tiny top. He gropes a breast, pawing at it through the thin cloth. But that's not enough for his desires. He pushes the fabric up over her breast, exposing her full melon to his eyes. Angie cries, 'We are in a public place.' Matt says, 'There's no one here to see. But does this excite you, the possibility that someone might see you?'"

I grin at her. She's starting to squirm. I recognize this look, she's getting seriously horny. This may be a fun way to explore what turns her on.

"'Yes it does,' Angie replies in a hoarse whisper. 'But I could just run away if someone came.' 'We can fix that,' Matt says. He pulls her top all the way off and loops it over a nail high on the post. He lifts her arms and ties her hands together with the bra hanging down from the nail. Angie has to stand on tip toes. Each wave rolling by threatens to knock her off her balance."

Wow. She took this one more aggressively than I expected. She may have an exhibitionist streak in her. I already know she likes being tied up. I guess being tied up naked where someone could see her frees her of any guilt about that, too.

"Matt looks at the beautiful Angie, looking like a virgin offering for the kraken. But he knows all too well that she's no virgin. More a wanton sex fiend. A siren that Matt cannot resist. He buries his face in her bosoms, sucking on one teat then the other. There's no gentleness in his actions. He's biting and pinching her mercilessly. But this seems to be what she wants, what she's craving. Her whimpers expose her true self, as the animal desire rises in her loins."

The real Angie's squeezing her thighs together as she squirms. She's going to jump my bones any minute now.

"Matt reaches his hands down, squeezing her bottom, lifting her, giving her stretched body and tiring feet a momentary break. He caresses her buttocks, his fingers reaching down and around, finding her wetness. This is not the result of any wave. They've not reached that high. These are her own juices, another cry for the release she so badly needs."

She looks at me. She pretty much told me what I'm supposed to do in the paragraph.

"Matt pushes the bottom off and lets it fall to the sand. She's stark naked, tied to the post on the beach. As he reaches a hand into her wet slit, he kisses her mouth roughly, forcefully. He finds her pleasure button and she yelps into his mouth. He brings his mouth back to a nipple while his fingers continue their devilish torture below. Her whimpers have become a howl as she reaches her first climax. Her howls are picked up by the winds and carried to ears unknown, perhaps only heard by the seagulls circling over head. Or maybe there is a couple listening, just out of sight."

Angie's breathing heavily. She closes her eyes momentarily and takes a deep breath before adding her paragraph.

"Angie leans against the post, barely able to stand, but not allowed to do anything else. She's panting as she recovers from the powerful orgasm. Then she hears voices in the distance. 'Matt, let me loose. Someone's coming," she says, almost begging."

She looks at me. That was a short paragraph, but she obviously wants me to make a choice here.

"Matt looks at her, the naked beauty tied to the pillar, and laughs. 'The tide's coming in. Shortly it will be in far enough to float you up and off the nail. I will wait for you.' Matt walks behind her, disappearing from her view. He hides behind a fallen piece of the old pier, out of sight of the approaching couple as well. They are a very attractive couple. He's well muscled and tanned. She's tall and slender with just enough curves, well accentuated by a skimpy black one piece. They see Angie tied to the post. 'Do you need help?' the woman asks."

Her turn to make a choice.

Angie pauses for a moment, considering how she wants to do this. She looks at me, trying to decide which way I want it to go. Then she speaks.

"Angie's initially mortified by the situation. She's tied to a post stark naked as a gorgeous couple stares at her. At first, all she saw in their expressions was concern for her. Looking again, she now notices the hunger in the woman's eyes. And the growing erection in his tight trunks. An erection that looks very inviting. She says, 'My boyfriend's leaving me here until the tide lifts me free.'"

Angie looks at me. Do I dare take her up on that setup? I'm assuming she set that up for a purpose.

"Angie's earlier orgasm has just left her hungry for more. Angie says to them, 'You could keep me company while I wait.' She licks her lips seductively. 'I guess you can do anything to me you want. I can't stop you.' The woman moves first, kissing Angie firmly and passionately. It's Angie's first kiss from a woman. She likes it."

"The man's pulling off his trunks. His erection's mammoth, longer and much thicker than Matt's. Angie's almost terrified of him putting it in her. Surely it's too big. But he grabs her waist and lifts her onto his shaft, plunging it into her already well lubricated hole. Angie's head is now turned, still kissing the woman. She groans into the woman's mouth. The woman pauses the kiss just long enough to say, 'He feels good in there, doesn't he, honey.'"

I have a momentary fear that Angie's telling me she wished I had a bigger cock. I reassure myself that this is just a story, but I may ask her about that. Do I want to know the answer? Oh, well. I started us down this path.

"Angie cannot answer in words, only in the grunt she shouts on each stroke he makes into her. He has now lifted her up free of the nail and suddenly they fall, only partially controlled, until he's lying on his back; Angie sitting on him, still impaled on his monster. She's now controlling the pace, the action. The woman in black slips out of her suit and lies beside them, saying to Angie, 'I could use some relief, too.'"

How far is she willing to go with the lesbian side, I wonder. I'm about to find out.

"Angie looks at the beautiful flower being held open beside the man. She knows what she should do, what she wants to do, but she's afraid. Is it a sin to do? Is it wrong? And what if she doesn't do it well. She decides to try and leans down and licks the nectar from woman's flower. The other woman shudders. And Angie likes her taste. She licks more directly on the clit, thinking about what she likes Matt to do to her."

"Hey, you won't give me oral, but you will do it for a woman?"

"This is just a story, silly. It's your turn."

"Matt has been able to see some of the action, but decides to come out and watch more closely. Angie's climaxing as her arrives, needing to stop her attention to the woman as she shouts into the wind once again. But the man seems far from his orgasm and the woman still needs attention to reach her own release. Matt drops his trunks and starts to stroke his cock, watching the scene unfold before him. This is by far the sexiest thing he has ever seen."

"Angie takes another break to say, 'I have another hole that's empty, Matt.' Matt quickly responds, crouching behind Angie and slowly driving his hard cock into her ass. It's a new experience for both Angie and Matt and it feels delicious. She's swooning from the experience. A moment later all four climax together, their own barbershop quartet of moans and groans."

"Matt pulls out of Angie and she climbs off the other man. The two strangers grab their suits and wander off, never giving their names. Angie realizes that her bikini bottoms have washed away. She shrugs her shoulders and puts her top on and wraps her wrap around her naked waist. They walk away, looking for a place for lunch, semen dripping out of two holes and running down her legs."

I look at Angie and say "I have so many questions I want to ask about that story."

"I do too. But right now, take off those clothes and fuck me. We can talk later."

It takes no time for us to both be naked. I'm sitting on the bed and she's sitting in my lap facing me, rocking on and off. We both are so amped up it takes no more than a few minutes until we've climaxed together. I lie back on the bed and she snuggles on my chest. Now's the time to talk about that story.

"Do you really want me to be naked in front of other people?"

"I think I would be too jealous in real life. But I thought the idea might turn you on."

"It did that for sure. I had to bring that story to a head quickly so I could get something in real life."

"Anything but head, I thought."

"Does it really bother you that I don't give you oral?"

"Mind you, I'm not complaining about our sex lives. At least not when we are allowed to have sex. But yeah, I would like it sometimes."

"I will think about that again. I do like making you feel good. And I really like it when you lick me."

"It was about the only thing you didn't do in that story. Do you want to be with a woman? Is there real interest?"

"Well, you started that part of the story. I guess I'm mildly curious about it. But don't worry; I'm not going to leave you for a woman."

"Should I be worried that you're going to leave me for a guy with a big cock? I have to say that part made me feel very insecure."

Angie laughs. "You do just fine filling me up. Don't all erotic stories have to have a guy with a huge cock in them?"

I wonder how many erotic stories she has read. Any would be more than me, I guess.

"And do you really want to try anal?"

"I'm still thinking about that one."

That was definitely not a no. Sounds like a later to me. Interesting. I've never really thought seriously about it, but I've no objections to trying. Hey, the more holes the merrier, right?

"And do you want to have sex with multiple people at once or have an audience?"

"I think I would be too embarrassed to actually do anything in front of an audience. But it's kind of exciting to think about. I wouldn't mind watching other people actually having sex. Not like porn on your computer, but real people in front of us."

I think that would be pretty hot. I nod and then realize she can't see my head. "Yeah, that would be hot."

But I also notice that she said nothing about the first half of my question, about multiple people. Maybe she just forgot to answer that. Maybe. Neither of us mentioned the ending, where she's going off to lunch actually naked under the wrap.

I love just lying here with Angie, especially after sex. And the discussion was helping bond us as well.

After a while, Angie says, "We should probably get dressed and grab dinner soon."

I lie on the bed watching her get dressed before following suit. I still feel some guilt about the implanted dream, but I do enjoy the rewards of it. And she seems fine with her new feelings about her nudity.

We have a wonderful dinner at Theresa's restaurant. Angie and Theresa chatter in Spanish for quite a while as soon as we get there, presumably getting caught up on happenings in both worlds. This is an important tie back to her family while she's temporarily estranged. At least we both hope it's only temporary. Angie seems happy with what she heard. I don't press.

Things are going mostly smoothly. The sex is great the rest of the weekend and Sunday afternoon, we put ourselves on three more lists for apartments. I think we will get one of them. Angie gets her food at the dining hall Sunday evening; she does get asked for three autographs while she's waiting in line, but once she has her food, everyone seems to let her be. She's okay with that treatment. It really has calmed down a lot over the week back.

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Chapter 15

Monday's mostly boring. My exam ends up as a 98; he gave me back another point as well. And my two zeros became 98 and 99. If I write the Renaissance paper the way I want to, I will easily have straight A's this semester, only the second time I will have done that. Angie gets a nice short note back from the monster fucking woman. She's thrilled with the note and reads the entire thesis Monday afternoon and evening. Nothing happened of note in my appointment with Anna, at least not when I was present. Judging by Angie's demeanor afterward, I think Anna and Angie had an interesting conversation, but I don't pry into what was said.

Tuesday morning, when I go down to her room after I'm showered and dressed, I'm greeted with a passionate kiss and a big hug. No sex, but a lot of affection and excitement. I certainly am not complaining, but it's odd. When I get back from psych, there's an envelope under my door. It has my name handwritten on it, with lots of hearts drawn around it. I recognize Angie's hand in this. I open it up to find a short handwritten PostIt note attached to a printed sheet, with text filling most of both sides.

Matt -- one of my morning computer secrets has been reading erotica. It gives me ideas for us. Last night, Anna talked me into writing one for you. I wrote one this morning. This stays between us, okay?

Now I'm excited to see what see wrote for me.

I creep across the room to the bed where you lie naked, still asleep. I carefully pull the sheet down, slowly exposing your beautiful body. I stand for a moment admiring it. But I am not here just to look. I want your body. I crave your body.

I admire your cock, far from flaccid, but not quite erect. Does that come from a dream? Are you dreaming of me? What do you do to me in that fantasy? I want you to do it all to me. The real me. I am jealous of my doppelgänger, the phantom who steals you from me each night.

I lightly run my fingers along the underside of your shaft. It immediately responds, becoming thicker and longer, hard enough to be useful. Your lips sleepily murmur my name. Are you waking up or am I invading your dreams?

I lean down closer, my tongue replacing the digits. Its wet softness now runs up the underside of your suddenly fully erect manhood, tasting you for the very first time. I run my tongue around the tip. You moan lightly. I am still unsure if you are awake. I wrap my lips around your cock. Why have I not done this for you before? I enjoy the texture of you in my mouth, the feel of your skin against my lips, stretched tight by your erection. I can taste your flavor, completely unknown to me until this moment.

I begin to slide my mouth up and down your shaft, taking about half of your length into me before releasing it again. You realize that this is not a dream, sleepily saying, "Angie, are you really doing this? I thought I was dreaming."

I reclaim my mouth just long enough for me to whisper, "Shhh. Just lie back and enjoy."

My attention returns to your member. My tongue circles around your tip, then I take as much of you into my mouth as I can. You moan. A moan that can certainly be heard beyond the walls of this room. I stop once again to say, "Shhh. Remember we have to be quiet."

You nod your head in understanding. I repeat my previous orbit followed by swallowing your cock once again. You do moan, but now it is soft, certainly not audible to anyone but us.

You are becoming too excited and my act is not selfless. I want you in me; I want to feel you fill me. I stand up and gently push you, rolling you onto your back. I climb on top of you, straddling your midsection and the implement of my desire.

I grab your throbbing cock with my hand and guide it into my waiting receptacle, already dripping in anticipation of the return of its best friend, its cherished partner. I slowly lower myself onto you until I am filled once again. This initial feeling of satiation is my second favorite moment of the act, surpassed only by our eventual release.

I stay motionless, squatting over you, savoring the moment, the sense of being filled. Holding the rest of me still, I bring both my hands to your chest. I lightly trace my fingers around and across your nipples, nipples which are at least as sensitive as mine. You moan, too loudly again, so I put a finger on your lips and say, "Shhh."

Once again, you remember our rule, so easily forgotten in the passion of the moment.

I start to rock back and forth slowly, on each stroke stopping just short of releasing my prisoner, before fully capturing you again. Your breath has become heavy, really a pant. A soft, low moan underlies the struggle of your breathing.

You reach your hands up and start to fondle my breasts, toying with my nipples. I enjoy the sensation and start to whimper softly, mirroring your low moans.

I know you are not going to last much longer. I need to catch up to you. I take a hand back from your chest and rest the palm on my lower belly, steadying it against me as I rock back and forth. The fingers of the hand explore the upper regions of my private place, where only you and I have been. My middle finger finds the spot it's seeking.

My movements are becoming more frenetic as we both approach our release. My whimpers have become loud and you put a finger on my lips to remind me of our rule for quiet. But it's too late, my release has come and I become even louder with a single notable yelp. The muscles of my canal are gripping you, begging for your release.

It arrives. You grunt with each thrust as I feel my passageway filling with a new warm liquid. You are driving up into me and I grind down onto your hips as we maximize our union. I shudder for what seems like minutes as wave after wave of ecstasy flies through me. Finally, I collapse onto your chest and kiss you passionately.

Good morning, my love.

There's a second PostIt attached to the bottom of the back, with its own handwritten note.

If you feel the need for relief, go ahead. But you need to tell me what you did when I get back.

This note has a whole series of hand drawn hearts at the end. She hit my two biggest unfulfilled fantasies with that one. I'm rock hard and that seemed to be at least an invitation, if not a request, so...

It only takes a few strokes for me to get my release.

So this is why she was in such an excited mood last night after talking to Anna and why I got such a greeting this morning. I bet she had just finished writing it when I came down.

I run by the bookstore for another bouquet of flowers; the ones from the night of the speech had wilted and she likes having flowers on her desk. I do have a reasonably productive afternoon after that. And I get my favorite welcome back from work kiss yet. We still have money left on our gift cards from Ethan and decide to order our pizza for downstairs. Angie does not bother putting a bra back on before going downstairs tonight. Has she been thinking of the final scene in our story Saturday?

The sex that night was still especially hot. And she does give me a little bit of oral. Afterwards, all she says about it was that it was different. It felt amazing to me. I hope that's not the last time.

Sometime that night, we rolled over again, so I'm curled around her back. In the morning, I feel her wiggling, presumably trying to get out of bed. I take my hand back from around her chest, but she grabs it and places it over her breast. Her hand guides my fully erect cock into her. Soon, I'm thrusting in and out of her. I take my hand from her breast and find her clit. It's our first time having sex spooning; I really like it. It's like a more intimate doggy. We get off together as we almost always do, but I think that was a much more powerful orgasm for me than it was for her. She gets up and goes off to take her shower and maybe write some more erotica. I go back to sleep.

I have just returned from my shower, when I sense her inner voice in a mixture of terror and excitement. I'm trying to throw on clothes quickly when my phone buzzes. Can you come down ASAP. I need you.

I have no shoes or socks on yet and I'm still pulling my tee shirt on as I run down the hall and then take the stairs three at a time. I knock on her door. "Come on in, Matt."

She's just pointing at her computer screen. I'm afraid to even look, but I have to.

It's an e-mail from Marci. Hi Angie. I just got this request from a producer at 60 minutes. They would like to interview you on Friday, probably to be shown Sunday evening. If you agree Lesley Stahl will come to meet you here Friday afternoon. Can I say yes? Please?

Just then, Angie's phone rings.

"Hello?"

Angie, this is Ethan. Have you checked your mail this morning?

"I just saw it this instant. I'm a bit in shock."

You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Don't say yes just because Marci's begging. Remember how you felt about the first wave of fame.

"I don't actually think this one will be nearly as bad. Most of the people on campus are used to me now. My parents' generation thinks 60 minutes is a big deal. A viral video's bigger to my classmates than 60 minutes is. I guess I'm leaning towards yes. Will I get anything out of this, like money?"

I don't think so, but that's something to ask Marci. If you do this and you need to avoid the dining halls again, I think I'm going to insist that Marci personally serves you and Matthew three catered meals a day.

Angie laughs.

You think I'm joking?

There's a pause in the conversation.

If you're serious about doing this, you and Matthew should have lunch with Marci on her dime. I will probably get myself there too.

"I don't know that Matt can go to the Cafe at lunch while school's in session."

Okay, I will tell her to buy something for the four of us to eat for lunch. Actually, I better invite Aya, too. I bet she wants to do the interview in the lounge again. It's a good backdrop and shows the school off well. It's our nicest dorm lounge.

"It will have to be a lunch promptly at noon. Matt has a one o'clock class and I have a meeting with Beth Elliot."

Do either of you have any dietary constraints or allergies? I will arrange everything with Marci. On behalf of the school, thanks for doing this, Angie.

"It's still too unreal for me to comprehend. That little interview before was unbelievable to me."

See you at noon, in the lounge

"Thanks for your concern, Ethan."

She replies to Marci. I just talked to Ethan. I guess I will do this.

I check that Angie's okay for a few minutes, then run back upstairs to get socks and shoes. We talk about what this all means until it's time for our classes. My two morning classes were a bit a blur, I can't imagine Angie's were any better.

I arrive back at the lounge slightly before Angie. Aya, Ethan, and Marci are all sitting at the table. "So you and Angie are doing this to me again," Aya says, jokingly.

I see a box of subs and a jug of ice tea and a two liter bottle of soda on the table. I will eat most subs, so this sounds good to me. I sit across from the three of them, leaving a seat for Angie next to me. She arrives only a minute later. She nods to me and I think that means I should listen to her, letting her pass messages to me. Tap my hand twice if you get this message

I tap her hand twice.

Marci explains how this will work, "The producer will be arriving mid-day tomorrow and will want to spend as much time talking to you, Angie, as possible. If he's here before your afternoon class Thursday, I want you to miss that, and all of your Friday classes. Ethan, I'm leaving that up to you to get taken care of. I'm sure I can get authorization from President Williams or Provost Wu, if that's needed.

"He will write the questions that she will be asked and decide if anyone else will get interviewed. Ethan and Matthew are likely to at least be interviewed, although their interviews may or may not be included in the final broadcast. I expect that the segment will be fifteen or sixteen minutes, including about two minutes of excerpts from the speech and two minutes of voice overs. The other ten or twelve minutes will be questions and answers from the interviews with Lesley Stahl. That footage will be heavily edited. It will probably take two to two and a half hours to record the interview with Angie, all Friday afternoon. If anyone else is interviewed, It will also happen Friday afternoon.

"My suggestion will be to film Angie's interview in the lounge here, but the producer may have a different idea. It's possible they will ask to borrow one of the Dean's offices or even the President's office. Given the publicity we are getting, we will make whatever they want happen. If it was one of the younger interviewers, I could see it happening walking on campus.

"Aya, if it happens in here, I will need you to cordon off this entire lounge all day Friday. They will need several hours to get everything set up before the interview."

"Is that fair to the students?" Ethan asks. I'm not sure he understands how little use this lounge gets.

"I will ask them to provide something nice for the dorm as compensation. Maybe funding a pizza party for the whole dorm or something. Can you figure out what would be appreciated, Aya?"

She nods.

Maybe Ethan did understand and was just trying to get something for the students. That seems about right.

Angie's about two steps away from a full fledged panic attack, but is externally solid despite that.

"Will it be similar questions to last time?" Angie asks.

"I suspect so. And this time, you will know all the questions before they get asked. Ethan and I will vet the questions in advance, so we know there will be no surprises."

Marci thinks a caveat to that, unless Lesley Stahl goes off script, which she apparently does sometimes.

"But Ethan and I will not be able to interject any answers for you. After how well you handled the reporters earlier, I don't have a concern with that."

"Will I have a chance to meet Ms. Stahl before the interview itself?"

"I suspect you will spend fifteen or twenty minutes chatting together first, to build some rapport so the interview looks good. And I'm sure she will tell you to call her Lesley."

Do you have any questions, Matt? Angie thinks, wanting support from me.

"Is there any risk that they will do a gotcha interview with her? I heard 60 minutes does that sometimes," I ask.

"They've done that, although I don't think Lesley Stahl has ever done one. I think she sees herself as being above that sort of thing. I expect that this will be more of a puff and promo piece. If we thought there was a chance they were going to make Angie or anyone else look bad, the school would be steering well clear of this."

"It sounds like I'm going to be expected to miss work tomorrow. Matt and I were counting on that money as part of our security deposit for our apartment in June. Is there anything I can do to earn that back?"

"Let me work on that one. Is that a work study job?"

Angie nods.

"Let me look at getting those hours paid as work for the marketing department that day, so you still get the same money. And I suspect you and Matthew can get some nice meals out of the producer for the next few days, although that does not put money in your pocket. By the way, how did the visit to his parents go?"

"It went well. His mom and I are good friends now. I think I text her more than almost anyone, except for Matt."

"You should've seen her handle the really tough interview; my father asking her about marriage and his grandkids."

Marci laughs.

"Okay, I should let the two of you eat so you can get to your one o'clocks. I've set everything else aside until next week, so if you have any issues, let me know, asap. And thank you Angie. You're a remarkable spokeswoman for the university."

We leave a little early so we can talk on the way over to my class and her meeting. She's more excited than terrified now, but she finds this whole thing overwhelming. I can't disagree with that. When I get out of class, I text my mom, telling her that 60 minutes is going to interview Angie.

When I get back to the dorm, I see an e-mail from President Williams. She's basically telling the community about why there will be camera crews on campus Friday. She also says to be nice to Angie and me, and give us our space. I suspect Ethan asked her to put that in.

A little while later, I get a text from bro. You're famous. Want to come back for a party in your honor?

Sorry, Todd, My head still won't let me party at all. And I have a major Art paper I'm trying to work on. Keeping up with Angie is hard work

That's alright. Your Angie is pretty hot. I'm glad one of us is getting lucky

Angie was right. He really is a loser. I don't think he will be back next year.

I'm getting some research done on my paper while Angie's in class. I realize I have Sandy's email address from when she sent me the image. I send her a note asking if I can ask her or Phil a couple of questions for my paper, ones that I can't find answers to. And I include my updated proposal for it.

A few minutes later, I get back a nice note offering what ever help she can give. That's going to make life much easier. Especially having access to Phil's encyclopedic knowledge of all Renaissance art.

I finish off all my other outstanding work for the week. I really don't want to count on doing anything for the next two days. I've just finished when Angie gets back from class. We are both still pretty shell shocked. I tell her I texted my mother about it. She says she knows; my mother congratulated her about it in a text.

"To hell with my father," she says, "I'm going to text my mother about this."

She ends up exchanging texts with her mom for the next half hour. If nothing else happens out of this surprise, getting the two of them connected again was worth it. I think when we go to Theresa's again next weekend, Angie's mom will be there, too. I'm so happy for Angie about this, but I'm also looking forward to actually getting to meet her.

We break our streak of really good sex that night. Neither of us feels exactly sexy.

In the morning, Marci lets Angie know that the producer, Edward Schtott, will get to campus around one. We are finishing our lunch when he arrives. Angie at least got to eat a more relaxed meal without having to hurry to a one o'clock class. But she's a bit agitated about missing the class; it's apparently the first class she has missed in three years of college. And she has to miss three more tomorrow.

Marci brings him over a few minutes after one. He asks us to call him Ted. He's in his mid-thirties and seems quite nice, always thinking about seven things other than what he's talking to you about. Listening in on him, he's like a different version of Janet. He's not juggling the number of things that Janet does, but his issues are bigger and more complicated, requiring more creative problem solving.

He does like Marci's suggestion of the interview happening in the lounge. It fits the image of a modern college campus, he says. He spends about fifteen minutes just chatting with us, trying to make us comfortable. I don't get any sense of anything nefarious in his thoughts. He really does want to make Angie look like the rising intellectual superstar of the academic world, the great thinker of our generation. I'm on board with that goal.

He starts talking to us about the night of the speech. One of his first questions is about the incident. Angie has really developed a pretty stock answer on that. He pushes a little bit on her answer. Listening to his inner voice, he's trying to get her to sound more natural, rather than memorized or practiced. After some prompting, her answer's sounding a bit more from the heart. He's good at this.

I head off to my class. No get out of class free pass for me this afternoon or tomorrow morning. But before Ted arrived, I told her to scream in her head if she needs help. I should hear her and I can beg out of class with my concussion symptoms, which would be true, at least in a manner of speaking. I make it through class without interruption and head back to the dorm. They aren't there. Aya tells me they went for a walk while they chatted. I bite my tongue, trying not to be jealous. I'm the only one she's supposed to go for walks with.

They get back about fifteen minutes later. Laughing with each other. This is not helping my feelings of jealousy. They bring me into the conversation but I guess I'm being a bit pissy. Angie glares at me a couple of times and then finally asks Ted if the two of us can have a moment together.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Well you go for a romantic walk with another man and come back laughing with each other, practically flirting."

Angie starts laughing.

"This is not funny. I'm terrified of losing you. Maybe he's the big dick guy in the story."

"That really did bother you, didn't it. I feel bad for that. But trust me, I have no interest whatsoever in Ted as a boyfriend. I'm pretty sure I'm the wrong gender for his interests anyway. You have my permission to pry in my brain and look to see if I have any sexual thoughts about him."

I do pry. She has wondered what he's packing, but she may well wonder that about every guy now. I really haven't listened to her thoughts deeply since we first had sex and she realized she liked it. And she does think he's gay. But he is fun to talk to.

"I'm sorry. I should've trusted you. But long walks together is supposed to be our thing. And you two looked so happy together, I got way too jealous."

I give her a kiss and we go back to Ted and Marci.

I listen in on Ted's thoughts more carefully. He has a pretty good idea what that discussion was about and feels a little guilty about it. No, guilty is not quite right. He regrets it, but only because it might interfere with the story.

He does have some sexual thoughts about Angie, so she's not completely right. But he does have about as many thoughts about me. So she's not completely wrong either. And he has a male significant other, so both are mere idle fantasizing. He's not actually looking for anything on the side. And he would not do anything that would imperil getting this story perfect. He cares more about that than anything, certainly than either of us.

"Sorry about that, Ted," Angie says, "where were we?"

"That's perfectly understandable. I'm coming in here disrupting your life. I should probably give you a break for a while, anyway. Why don't you go relax for the next forty five minutes while I get a chance to chat with Matt. Then the three of us can grab dinner somewhere."

"I could probably use the time to do some schoolwork. Can you send Matt up to fetch me when it's time for dinner. And don't forget he can't eat in a restaurant."

"Oh, that's right. You two usually eat right here, you said. How about if I get something nice delivered. Do you two have a favorite kind of food? A favorite restaurant I could get food from?"

"How about Antonia's downtown?" Angie suggests without hesitation.

"Marci, could you be a doll and get their orders for me while I check my messages. Look for something for you, too. Here's the card to charge it to. Put in a DoorDash order for the three of you. Just add something easy like Chicken Parm for me. Given the name, I'm assuming it's Italian."

Marci nods and takes the card and we go over to her. He walks away checking his phone as we look over the menu with Marci and she enters our orders. Marci seems surprised by the prices, saying, "Have you eaten here before?"

Angie says, "Just once. It's where Matt took me for our first date."

Marcie says, "That's a fancy first date, Matt!"

Angie does not let me answer, immediately saying, "I told him he had to take me there. We had already professed our love to each other."

I pull out my phone and show her the picture of us on our way off to dinner that night. I'm just thinking I hope this night ends better than that one did.

A moment later, Angie is upstairs and Ted returns. Marci hands him back his credit card and says food should be here in about an hour.

"So, Matt, how does it feel to have your girlfriend be the most famous person on campus?"

"It has definitely been weird. I had an interview for my summer internship several weeks ago, a few days after the speech. The person obviously didn't want to be interviewing me for his own reasons, but he complained that I didn't bring him flowers."

Ted laughed.

"It was funny. But in an interview for a job I really wanted, I did not appreciate it. Fortunately, I managed to get to the next level despite his feelings. My new boss turns out to be a big fangirl of Angie's and I had to introduce them. Angie has to drive me everywhere because of my concussion. She was just trying to read in the lobby during the interview and she had multiple people ask her if she was Angela Lopez. So she was less than happy to meet another fan, although she was nice about it until we got out of there."

"She told me about that incident."

"I had a teacher snipe at me over her. Actually, forget I said that, I'm not allowed to talk about that incident. Before you think there's a big scandal hiding here, the school made everything right. The rest of it's a personnel issue, so I've been told it's confidential."

He's still thinking about it.

"I apologize. I can tell you're still thinking about it. Please don't. I gave my word to keep what I know confidential. Trust me, when I say the school did the right thing. I don't know if you've met Ethan Fernandez yet, but I fully believe he would not let the school do something against the student's interest. I mean he will kick out students who deserve it. But if the school screwed up in some way, he would have our backs. I have no doubt about it,"

He seems willing to let it go, to my relief.

"You and Angie both seem very devoted to Dean Fernandez. I have to say I was never on a first name basis with any of my deans. Is that common with him, or are you two specially blessed students?"

"I think it's kind of a strange fluke. Mostly because of Anna."

"Your doctor."

"Yeah. I spent a lot of time with her early on in my concussion recovery because of my unique symptoms, so we got to be on a first name basis. So the awards dinner almost felt like a double date with her and Ethan."

"Can you say anything more about those symptoms?"

"I would rather not beyond what I think you already know, being around crowds induces bad headaches. The awards dinner was a struggle for me. I tried to eat out at a restaurant two days later and gave myself a splitting headache. And I cannot eat in the dining halls for that reason."

"Yes, Angie told me you two eat almost every meal here at this table. And that's where you fell in love."

"To be honest, I'm pretty sure I fell for her the moment after I hit my head, when she told me they had called an ambulance. I can still remember seeing that angelic face looking down at me, talking to me."

"That's one of the most unique first meeting stories I know. Oh, there was a couple in Connecticut last month who apparently fell in love when they got locked in a safe together during a robbery. Some lawyer who is divorcing his wife to be with her. I give you two a much better chance at success than them."

"I understand the risks in our relationship. We really haven't known each other for very long. But we've been through a lot together in a short time, between my health, and her fame and her father and everything else that has happened."

"Why did you stand up to her father at the dinner?"

I wish I knew what you had told him, Angie. I will guess and hope he doesn't think there are too many inconsistencies.

"I knew the immediate problem was her relationship with me. I thought I owed her my support at the moment. I really wanted to have a good relationship with him."

"She mentioned you studying Mexican Art in her speech."

"I forgot she talked about it. I actually haven't watched the recording. I don't think Angie has either."

"She told me she hadn't."

We chat for a while longer. He really is very disarming. The food arrives and I head up to fetch Angie. She's reading a book, I think something for her Japanese lit course based on the cover art. She tells me to come over and we hug for a good minute.

"I don't think we should take the time to do anything more," she says. "And I'm not sure I'm in the mood for sex. But I sure want to feel your skin snuggled against me tonight."

We walk back down the steps, hand in hand. Ted, Marci, Angie and I sit and eat a pleasant dinner. The food's really good, almost as good as it was when we ate there. The conversation's largely casual, not as driven by Ted's need to understand the story. He does clarify that the episode will not air until next week, not this weekend.

At the end of dinner, Ted says, "I have a meeting with Ethan in a few minutes at his office. I will work on the set of questions tonight. I do expect Lesley will want to talk to you briefly, Matt. Obviously the interview is about Angie, so I think almost all Lesley's time will be with her. I have not decided whether to include anything with Ethan yet or not. But I will have a final list of questions to Ethan and you, Marci, by 9:30 in the morning. And we will have a final shooting schedule for each of you by ten. The lighting team will be in here around 7AM tomorrow, setting the lounge up for the interview. Aya will need to set this aside this evening."

Angie says, "Aya's meeting with all the students in here at 8PM to tell them what to expect tomorrow. She said you promised they could have some sort of reward for losing access to the lounge for the day."

Ted says, "We will spring for something like a pizza party or something. We can't buy alcohol though, so none of that."

Angie and I laugh. "This is a dry dorm," she says. "No alcohol or drugs allowed at all. Strictly enforced. But we do have other perks. And it's one of the nicest dorms and lots of singles. Matt and I both have singles, fortunately."

"And we MOSTLY keep it quiet," I say, looking at Angie.

She turns bright red.

Ted understood that one. Marci's not sure.

Ted leaves, taking Marci with him like his faithful little puppy dog. Angie and I are exempt from the dorm meeting tonight because of our role in the production tomorrow. A couple of our dorm mates were already hovering as our dinner's breaking up. They both tell us that it's way cool about 60 minutes interviewing us. I say, "It's mostly just Angie. I'm just along for the ride."

Angie almost chokes on my choice of words.

We just chill in her room for a while. I make no pretext at working and she tries to read more of her Japanese, but her mind is not there.

"Ted said I will have to be in makeup for like half an hour to get ready for my interview. And someone's going to come to my room mid morning tomorrow to help me choose an outfit. I think that means she will tell me what I should be wearing and I'm allowed to agree with her."

"I think I get five minutes and no wardrobe check."

"I guess boys just aren't that special."

"Well Ted thinks I'm cute just like I am."

Angie laughs. "Was he really eyeing you?"

"Only casually, he has a significant other. Male as you guessed."

"I'm assuming he did not volunteer this information."

I shake my head no.

"Do you pry into everyone's mind that you meet?"

"Well I checked him briefly when he first got here to see what he was planning. But his vision of this story is to make you look good, so I was relieved there. And then after my fit of jealousy, I did poke around a little more in there. For the record, he's bi-sexual, even if his current partner is male. Part of his mind did evaluate each of us as potential sexual partners, but pretty much everyone seems to do that to anyone of their desired gender and age range. You may not realize you did it, but I noticed you had checked him out when I pried into you. You were trying to guess how well endowed he was."

Angie blushes. "I do actually remember kind of checking him out. I think I'm doing it to all of the guys now. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. As I said, everyone does that at least a little bit. It's millions of years of evolution at work. My mind reading has made me much more accepting of lots of things that seem to just be part of all of us."

We finally decide to just go up to bed. Angie brings her usual stuff up. We snuggle in bed for over an hour before we seriously try to go to sleep. We both want to hold on to each other, but neither of us has the drive for sex tonight.

I do watch her put her robe on in the morning. But no morning sex like Wednesday. And I go back to sleep, like every other morning. I wake up and take my shower and try to pick my nicest normal clothes. Still a tee and jeans, but no holes or bad stains or anything like that.

I have a message from Angie:

breakfast + lunch on own ????

u r on @ 4 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

It turns out to just be a tedious, boring day. I get a message just before ten confirming my time slot and telling me my two questions: Did her speech surprise me and how does it feel to be the boyfriend of a celebrity. I had talked about both of those things with Ted and he had nudged me towards more telegenic answers that still reflected my true thoughts, just as he'd adjusted Angie's answer about the incident. He's very good at his job.

I go to all three of my classes; I didn't want to be near the dorm until I have to be. Too much high energy thinking demanding my attention. All three professors are notably surprised to see me. Only Dr Ramirez chooses not to mention it. I eat both my meals on a bench near the FoodMart. Unlike Angie, no one recognizes me and I sit anonymously, peacefully.

When I come back to the dorm at 3:30, there are campus guards at the close entrances to the dorm. The guard at the door I come to does not want to believe I'm being interviewed. Another guard comes over and I recognize him. It's the cop who moved me over here two months ago. I smile at him, saying, "Just my girlfriend and I causing problems again."

"Let him in, Sam, he's getting interviewed, too. He's her Matt."

"Thanks," I say, looking at his tag, "Officer Jordan."

"Call me Andy, And thank you and your girlfriend for putting the school on the map again. We are all real proud of you. And you two seem to notice us little folk, which I like."

I get a brief moment to hold hands with Angie, as she has just finished her part. She looks happy and relieved, but very tired. Even if I was not under my pledge, I would not listen to her thoughts right now; I'm using every bit of psychic energy I have to block out all the other voices around me. I worry that letting one in would let them all seep in around it. Better to keep the vessel sealed tightly all the way around.

Almost as soon as I'm in, someone grabs me and sits me in a chair and spends about ten minutes putting makeup on me and fussing with my hair, including a bit of hair spray. While I'm in the makeup chair, someone else looks at me, I think to check out my clothes. I guess I chose well enough. Almost exactly at four, I'm brought into the lounge and sat on the couch. For a lighting test. It becomes blindingly bright in here and it takes me a moment to adjust. They adjust a few lights, subtly shifting the shadows on me, I think.

Then the lights go back off and Lesley Stahl comes in. I stand and we shake hands.

"Do you prefer Matt or Matthew," she asks.

"I get called both, but Angie mostly calls me Matt, so it's probably easier for this. I've been telling more people Matthew recently, so they are less likely to associate me. But it hasn't actually worked. Should I call you Lesley?"

"Yes, please do, although to be honest, I would suspect that anything you call me will be edited out from the final broadcast, so don't stress about it too much. If you don't like an answer, finish what you're saying and then we might let you try again. We might even use a mixture of the two. They can do amazing things in the edit. So just relax and say what you feel. Ted told me you're very well spoken, so I'm not worried at all. He is always right about those things."

She seems pleasant enough and charming. We have a short chat and she talks around the questions without actually asking.

I hear someone call "Lights on" and a moment later it's bright again. I must've shifted since the original test and they adjust the lights briefly, but that gets me a chance for my eyes to adjust.

She asks me the two questions. I talk about knowing Angie had greatness in her and sensing that she was going to go off script as Dean Fernandez was introducing her. I mention that I have it easy with her fame. I can still go and eat a sandwich on the bench and no one recognizes me. I think I did pretty well. We will see how much survives to the actual show.

Angie's waiting for me just outside the lounge. We hug each other.

"Can we get out of here? My head's threatening to explode."

She looks over at Ted, who is standing nearby; he nods and shoos us away. We walk out, hand in hand. Andy, my favorite campus cop, smiles at us as we leave.

"Too many people thinking too intently," I say as soon as we are fully clear of the dorm. "And so many of them are shouting in their head about what they are doing. It's funny, you're the only person I've heard who whispers while they work. Not everyone shouts, but many do. But no one else whispers. When I first moved upstairs and would listen to you regularly, it was always hard to tell at first if you were there working or had left."

Tonight's one of the times I really wish I could go to a restaurant, escape school and this world and just relax with Angie. But that does not seem to be our life. We spend the very last remnants of the last gift card from Ethan along with some of Angie's first paycheck that she got yesterday, buying Thai food from a little hole in the wall place. They are actually empty enough that we eat at a table there, which was heavenly. There's a steady stream of take out business, but there are never enough people to give me a headache.

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Chapter 16

We are back to our sex life starting Friday night, which is a relief to me. Two and a half days without sex now seems like an eternity. She was more than ready Friday night, too. We both spend time over the weekend on school work. I'm starting to make real strides on my paper and I feel good about how it's coming along. She's also writing more erotica, but not for me. She has created a user name (Death_taco) for an online site and she's starting to submit stories. It's good practice to hone her writing skills, she says. And I'm surprised by how many people read her stories and how many really nice comments she's getting. She likes that.

The week is exactly what we needed, uneventful. Phil does come up with the answers I need and I'm really happy with the paper. I think it will be easily the best work I've done at college.

Wednesday's the only notable day; it's my birthday. Our first real celebration together. But my first gift is really a gift for both of us; we get an apartment! We go over to sign the lease in the afternoon and empty most of my remaining savings for the security deposit.

We have a small cake with dinner, which Aya comes out and helps us eat. Aya gives me a card and Angie gives me a card and a couple of small gifts. We don't have the budget for anything expensive.

When we get to the room, Angie hands me another small box, all wrapped up. It's a bottle of lube. "I have one more virgin hole I want to give to you for your birthday," she says.

We kiss and cuddle for a while and then she lies face down on the bed. I drizzle some lube onto her back hole.

"Push it in with your finger now. You might need even more."

It's a tight fit, even for my finger. I'm a little skeptical this is going to work. But I'm listening to her thoughts. This feels interesting and she's enjoying the sensation. And she's seriously horny.

"Now put some on your cock and then try to push into me. It's going to be hard and I expect it will hurt me at first. I want you to keep going anyway."

I follow her directions, but it does not seem like it's going to go in. Suddenly it starts to slip in. I freeze; I can feel how much pain she's in. But the pain ebbs and is replaced by some intense sensations. I slowly push in further and further, pausing every once in a while. It's amazingly tight on my cock, firmer than my hand can be, but spread all around all at once.

I slide in one more big chunk and Angie moans, extremely loudly. "Shush. You're going to get us in trouble."

"Sorry, I will be careful, but keep going. I need you all the way in me."

Slowly, I push all the way in. She's whimpering heavily now, a combination of pain and pleasure in each sound. I start to push in and out; her whimpers now blending with groans on each stroke. I can feel everything in her head and it's amazing. But I'm caught off guard when she suddenly erupts into an orgasm. I'm sure all the close neighbors can hear her, but I don't care. I'm pumping in and out of her as she's spasming, lost in the throes of an overwhelming climax. Soon, I'm filling her other hole with my seed, spent in an infertile wasteland.

I pull out in a moment and we roll towards each other, holding each other tightly.

"I really liked that," she says. "I wouldn't want to do it every night or even every week. But god, that was intense. Once I thought about what you were doing to me, I exploded. It was my first orgasm without one us touching my clit."

"I wouldn't want to do it every night either. But it felt good to me and I did like how powerfully it took you. We might want to wait until we have our own apartment before we try that again. I could tell you were restraining yourself; despite that, I bet we get another scolding from Aya."

"I did warn her that I had a special treat for you for your birthday and I might bend the rules a little bit, but it would be a one-time violation and I would try to control myself. She told me not to make it too much of a violation."

We have an early dinner at Theresa's on Saturday evening. It's not a big restaurant and we are there early enough that they are not full, so I can handle the crowd. This week, Angie's mom is there waiting for us. She doesn't eat, but Angie is so happy to see her. They give each other a big hug. And I get to finally meet her more than the brief hello at the award dinner. I like her. She is real and I can see a lot of Angie in her. She is excited about 60 minutes tomorrow. She is not sure if Angie's father will watch or not.

The wait for the 60 minutes has dominated the end of the week. The school has watch parties all over campus, but our dorm has a special one with sushi and Thai food, curtesy of Ted. Angie and I are going to watch it on her computer, away from the crowd. Angie does slip down at the start of the watch party to grab food for the two of us. I can hear the cheer she gets from the crowd when she gets there. Hear it with my old fashioned ears, no psychic enhancement required.

We are streaming the previous show and they have two teasers showing bits of the interview with Angie. She turns out to be the second segment. It starts with a visual panning the campus. Marci must be loving this shot. Then Lesley's voice overlays it.

We have come to this college town to talk to an unassuming young woman just trying to do her schoolwork. Videos of college students go viral almost every day, with millions upon millions watching them. So what makes Angela Lopez's video so remarkable? She does not offer the makeup lessons or boyfriend tips that fill so many of these. Her content would hardly be expected to gather thousands of views. But she has reached over ten million viewers. The truly remarkable part is who is in those viewers. Almost every college president in the country. And many more around the world. More than half of congress.

And who is talking about it. This is not the chatter of high school halls, but of the halls of power. At last count, there are three hundred and seventeen news articles about Angie's speech. Including almost every major publication. And in twenty two languages. She has been quoted fourteen times in congressional testimony. The closing panel discussion at the upcoming AAUP, the annual meeting of college professors, will debate her premise. She has laid out a new vision for academia and a new framing for the culture wars. I got to meet this amazing young woman in the lounge of her dorm at the University.

They show an edited mishmash of Angie's speech and then cut to Lesley asking her what inspired her to make the speech. Angie is masterful in her answers. She really does come off as the great thinker of our generation. The portion ends showing Angie's thank you to me. Then Lesley's asking me if I was surprised by the speech. They heavily edited my response, but I like how it came out. Angie's really happy with my answer. Lesley asks Angie one more question, where she gets to talk about wanting to change the world for all the women who are ignored.

"Like Janet?" Lesley asks.

"Like Janet." Angie answers.

They cut to Angie's statement about Janet. And then they show a shot of Janet working at her desk, turning to smile at the camera, while the voice over says, So for Janet Essen, a hard working administrative assistant at the University, and for the millions of other unsung women in all of our lives, remember them. Tell them you appreciate them. Do it for Angie.

Angie has tears in her eyes. I give her a hug and she says, "Ted did a really nice job with that."

And both of our phones start blowing up. And we can hear cheering from downstairs.

The next day, Marci comes over and says they are getting overwhelmed with requests for more interviews, but she's happy saying no if we want. We say no more for now. She also says a local tee shirt company wants permission to use her picture on a tee shirt that saysDo it for Angie. They will pay her one dollar per shirt they sell. Their original run will be a thousand shirts. Angie says yes to that. A thousand dollars will go a long way towards furnishing our new apartment.

I'm getting texts for days from people I forgot I ever knew. Angie's probably getting ten times as many. Several times walking around campus, a small group will just stop and clap for us as we walk by. Well, clap for her, I guess. I'm just collateral damage.

The week is weird that way. Not the overwhelming issues just after the speech, There seems to be more respect for her now. Angie says that two of the women cashiers in the dining hall told her thank you, one of them with tears in her eyes.

Thursday, I see my firstDo it for Angie shirt. That's weird for me. It must be even weirder for Angie. On Saturday, we spend the afternoon hiking in the woods in a nearby state park. It feels nice to get out. We don't see many other people, but I do see another one of her shirts.

The world changes again Monday, during my appointment with Anna. She's taking my usual measurements, when it stops.

"It's gone. It's all gone," I say in disbelief.

"What's gone, Matthew?" Anna asks nervously.

"The voices. The hum. I can't hear any of it anymore. You know how it feels when a knotted muscle lets go? That's what the back of my head just felt like. Sort of. But then everything's gone. I can't believe how quiet it is now."

"Are you being serious?"

"Absolutely."

"Try listening to this. I'm sending you a message."

"Nothing," I say.

"Well, I believe you. You definitely would've reacted if you had heard that message."

Now I'm dying to know what she tried to send me. I'm guessing it was some sexual innuendo or something like that. I know she has a very fertile imagination when it comes to sex. It would've been fun to hear.

We go out to tell Angie. She's really excited to hear the news. "We can eat in restaurants again. At least once we have some money."

Anna brings us both back to her office and wants to talk about this. Did we notice anything different? Did anything change? She's putting in an order for an MRI for me to see what happened to the anomaly.

We eat at a fast food restaurant for dinner. Actually in the restaurant, not in the car at the far end of the parking lot. We are both feeling celebratory.

The first issue comes in bed that night. I feel awkward, almost blind. I've been tuning everything I do using her sensations as my guide. I have to guess now. Angie says I'm doing fine. I miss feeling her orgasms, too. I mean, I'm not going to turn up my nose at sex with Angie, but it's definitely a lessened experience than it was. This is going to take some adjustment time.

I go to the dining hall in the morning. Angie even comes with me, even though she rarely eats breakfast. It's nice to get something other than a breakfast sandwich. And I don't get a headache. After my morning class, I go by the Dean's office. I've not stopped by in a few weeks. Not since before the whole 60 minutes news broke.

Janet smiles at me, saying, "Matthew, I haven't seen you in weeks. How are you doing?"

"Actually great. My concussion symptoms just cleared up suddenly. I came by to drop off the credit card before I do something dumb like lose it or something. I thought that was a nice shot of you on 60 minutes, by the way."

"I thought that came out well, too. Thank you. And both you and Angie came off really well in it."

I head off to wait for Angie. We will eat in the dining hall together. And maybe actually talk to someone other than Aya. Other than feeling lost in bed a bit, I'm really happy. I had no idea how tiring it was to hear the noise in my head twenty four seven. That afternoon, Angie gets a thousand dollar check for the shirts and a note saying they are making two kinds for a second run, five thousand of each. And they are negotiating with one of the big national distributors to sell through them. We are going to be able to nicely furnish the apartment AND eat out when we want to.

Wednesday, I drive for my MRI. Angie rides with me in case I'm not ready to drive yet. But it all goes well. On Friday, Anna puts a note in MyChart noting that 'the anomaly has shrunk massively, but is still present'. Interesting.

Tuesday morning, I get texted by Ethan, asking if I can come to his office immediately after my art class. When I get there, Janet just says, "They are in there waiting for you."

She does not seem concerned, but I really wish I could read her mind to find out what was happening.

I knock on the door and I hear Ethan's voice say "Enter".

I open the door and there's a friendly looking elderly man. I would guess around seventy. I'm getting better at guessing the age of old people, but I'm still not good at it.

"Come in, Matthew. I was hoping it was you. This is Marty Martin, one of my oldest professional friends."

"I'm not that old, Ethan," he says, laughing.

"Marty gave me a great deal of support as a struggling junior faculty. I was an Urban Planning professor. I guess I might be again if I get tired of all this. But Marty was a big name consultant who took lowly me under his wing. I'm not sure I would've survived those early years without his support. Anyway, Marty would like a chance to talk to you. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what about, but he says it's in your interest."

Marty says, "Do you prefer Matthew or Matt? Yes, I saw the speech and sixty minutes, so I know Angie calls you Matt."

"I'm kind of settling on Matt for personal interactions and Matthew for professional ones. I'm trying to define myself outside of being Angie's Matt."

Marty laughs and says, "I bet you get that a lot, don't you. I was thinking it's a nice day for a walk and then maybe we can get some lunch somewhere, if that's okay with you. How's the head?"

"It's doing much better recently. I've not had a headache in just over a week."

I still have no idea what I'm getting in for, but Ethan's expecting me to go along with him and I trust his judgement.

He stands up and motions me towards the door. I wave to Janet as we walk by. As we are exiting the office, Marty says, "Ethan has some amazing and interesting things to say about you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't sir me, young man. Call me Marty."

"Marty, I guess I'm really confused about what we are doing here. Ethan could've gotten you access to Angie as easily as me."

Marty laughs again. "I did come to talk to Ethan originally about Angie, I will admit. But this is all about you. Ethan mentioned your injury in our discussion -- I had heard about it in Angie's talk of course -- but Ethan was convinced he was not being told part of the story."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not interested in discussing my injury."

"I understand, but I want to tell you about mine. I was a junior in college working on a set for a stage play. A big beam swung loose and hit me in the back of the head -- we weren't an officially sanctioned group and we weren't being as safe as we should've been. I blacked out and when I came to, I could hear all sorts of voices in my head."

I freeze and turn to look at him. He just nods his head.

"You could read minds, too?"

"For about four months, yes. Then it all stopped, suddenly. I take it your abilities stopped when the headaches stopped. So you had the first ability for about three months?"

"A little over two. But you say first?"

"Well, if things develop for you like they did for me, you will know what I mean. It took about a month for me to recognize what was going on. It started out as just an intuition about people that was too accurate to be guesswork. As I paid attention, I realized I could get faint glimpses of people's thought. Not detailed language like I was originally. Is that what you had, too?"

"Yeah, I could listen to every word they thought, as long as they thought in English. Angie thinks in Spanish when she's talking to some of her family. And I get none of that. And my surgeon thought in Nigerian or something."

"That's probably why I have so few connections in the Hispanic community. Back to your original question, I still get pretty good senses of people. Some people are much easier to read than others."

"I always thought of some people as shouting their thoughts."

"Yeah, that's what I mean."

"Are there lots of us? I thought I was all alone."

"You're the only other one I've confirmed. I assume there are others. But I don't think you advertised your abilities. I certainly didn't, but they did help with the women while it worked."

He chuckles nostalgically.

"So it's hard to find each other. And if the first phase only lasts for a few months, we don't stand out for long."

"So did you date lots of girls while you had the ability?"

"A lot might be an understatement. I had a lot of fun with it. No long term meaningful relationships, but I had a lot of sex. I don't remember how many dozens of different women over that four months, many of them repeatedly. Those were the days. But you're in a committed relationship. Did you already know Angie?"

"The first time I saw her was when I awoke on the pavement after I fell. I think I fell in love with her the instant I saw her looking down at me like an angel."

"That was a fast romance then. That was less than a month before the speech when she told the world she loved you."

"We spent every meal alone together since I couldn't eat in the dining hall."

Marty laughs again. "I used the sympathy factor to get lots of women to bring me food from the dining hall to my room. I had sex with most of them before they left the room."

"Angie was raised a prude, so that was not happening. We had professed our love to each other before we even kissed. We had barely done anything beyond kissing before the speech."

"Good for you Matt, for waiting for her. I was choosing women for their willingness not for any emotional attachments. But I was already a bit of a Romeo before getting hit in the head. I worked with the theater group because the women in the group were good looking and easy."

"Could you feel their orgasms? That's the thing I miss the most. That and feeling generally clumsy with her in bed now."

Marty smiles. "That was a special feeling wasn't it. I still remember it. I do have to say that's my single biggest regret about losing the ability."

We walk for a moment without speaking.

"So I assume you understand now why I wanted a quiet talk with you. I'm nearing the end of my career. I'm in the process of handing my company over to a brilliant collection of young folks. I will continue to mentor them, but they will excel with or without me. I would like to offer my support as a mentor to you. I don't want to give all the credit of my career to my second form of the gift, but it has definitely helped, especially as I learned how to use it appropriately. It was hard being all alone with it. I guess I want you to have someone you can talk to about it."

"Can I tell Angie about this? She will be so excited to know someone else was like me."

"You told Angie? You're very brave. You're the first person I've ever talked to about this. That may be part of why I've remained single, although that may be changing, at least partially."

"It was the scariest thing I've ever done. And she wouldn't even touch me or let me touch her for twenty four hours after Anna told her. But she liked being able to pass messages silently to me in public. And she liked me being in her head during sex. She said it was the ultimate intimacy."

"Who is Anna?"

"My doctor. She's a neurologist. Oh, I have to have you talk to her. She's really intensely interested in the phenomenon."

"Your beautiful doctor."

"Yeah, that's her. My ER doctor told her about my ability and she tried to test me. I told her about her crush on Ethan when they were younger and she believed me because she had never told anyone about that crush."

"Ethan? Like Ethan Fernandez?"

"Yeah, I kind of played matchmaker between them, asking Ethan questions to get him to remember her. He finally called her up. I knew she still had a crush on him. They are a pretty serious item now. It's why she was at the dinner that night. She was gorgeous in that gown. I'm proud of getting them together."

"He did look much happier than the last time I saw him. She must be good for him."

I laugh this time. "They are very good with each other. And she has very explicit thoughts about him almost constantly. I promised never to say what I know about their relationship, but they have a more interesting time than anyone else I've ever listened to."

"Good for Ethan." He's chuckling now. "So did anyone else know your secret?"

"No, and it was just Anna for a good long while. She learned a lot of ways to work with me. She learned how to hide things from me and how to intentionally send me messages. She used to get me in trouble making snide comments about Angie when the three of us would talk. Oh, I guess I had to let Anna's boss know. He thought she was making up my symptoms and my office visits so we could have sex in the office. I got pissed at him for threatening to fire Anna over me. I announced all of his darkest secrets to him and Anna. He has not bothered her since. Anger seemed to make my ability stronger."

"I never noticed that, but I was getting laid so much, I didn't really care about much of anything else. I barely managed to stay in school that semester, but I did have fun."

"Could you implant dreams?"

"No, I don't think so. I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"Right after Angie and I started having sex we were having a conversation and she was still too prudish to do something I wanted her to do. She told me that was just part of the package. I fantasized about her doing it to me that night. It was a really different fantasy; it felt much more real than anything I had ever imagined before. That night she had a dream that she had acted out my fantasy exactly. And she felt compelled to do it in real life. It scared the hell out of me. She did act out my fantasy and she's completely convinced that she decided to lose that hangup on her own. Even though she understands I implanted the dream. Anna convinced me to tell her later that week."

"Was that the only time you did that?"

"No, I had a jerk treat me poorly when I was interviewing for a summer internship I really wanted. He complained about me not bringing him flowers. I had gotten the interview because a rich alumni Ethan introduced me to asked the museum to do it. This guy resented that and transferred all that resentment to me. I obviously knew exactly what he was thinking. I was pissed and semi-intentionally implanted a dream in his head and it worked, because he passed me on to the next level the next day, saying he felt compelled to tell me about the weird dream that made him reconsider me."

"As far as I know, I never did that, but who knows. I may have fantasized about one or more of my women and changed their sex habits forever. Can you still do it?"

"I had assumed not, but I actually don't know. I've kind of trained myself not to imagine something like that. Anna tries telling me that maybe I can only compel people to do things they really think they should. Both of my cases fit that. But she wasn't sold on that idea herself."

"I still can't believe you told Angie. You two have a real trust in each other to withstand that. Why don't you bring Angie over to Ethan's office once she's out of class. I will go back and catch up with Ethan a little more and see if he knows a good place to eat where the tables aren't too close together. I was curious to meet her anyway. But now I want to know how she views us."

"She does call me a monster. Or she did. I don't know if she still thinks that this week. She even got interested in a branch of erotica called monster fucking. She's thinking about doing one of her presentations next semester on erotic underpinnings of Frankenstein. I guess there's a grad student who just wrote a thesis about the subject. Angie's talking about going up to meet her and her boyfriend, who I guess is really weird somehow."

"See you in a few," Marty says as he starts to walk away. I can see him muttering "monster fucking" to himself, chuckling and shaking his head.

I text me at the door to the classroom building right after class

???

Ethan's mentor wants to take us out to lunch

explain more on walk over

She comes out at the front of the crowd. She obviously hurried. She's looking at me expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

I say, "Ethan asked me to come over to his office right after my art class, where he introduced me to Marty Martin."

"Did his parents really name him Marty Martin?"

"No, I was looking him up online while I was waiting for you. His real first name is Reginald. But he got a bad concussion in his junior year of college and could read minds for four months. He says I'm the only other case he has found."

"Was he looking for you? Will other people discover you?"

"He wasn't and I don't think other people will. He was actually talking to Ethan about you. He recruited a bunch of exceptional college students a few years ago to take over running his company; he just promoted them all to be senior partners. They are just a few years older than us and are all amazing. I was reading about them. He apparently was looking for one or two more and since he knew Ethan from years back, came here to look at recruiting you. I think he decided you weren't what he was looking for, although he's excited to meet you. But Ethan mentioned my injury and Marty sussed out his discomfort with what he doesn't know. Marty guessed the rest and we talked about our experiences for forty five minutes. He wants to be my mentor. He says I will probably get a softer form of what I had. Remember Anna told me the anomaly didn't go away? It all makes sense."

"I have my one o'clock class. I already missed it once to talk to Ted. I don't want to miss it again."

"If we can find someplace close, you can walk back. Or we can drive two cars. Either way, you can leave early and still make your class. I would like you to meet him."

It's a very pleasant lunch. And free meals that aren't dining service are always a bonus. He seems genuinely taken by Angie. But he's so easy to get along with. He's even more disarming than Ted was.

Angie's interested in the possibilities of my new manifestation, if it comes. After she leaves, Marty talks to me about how it works and gives hints as to how to take advantage of it. He was outgoing before the accident, while I'm still an introvert, but I think I'm starting to see how to use it for my advantage. We exchange phone numbers and he says he will be in touch. He wants to mentor me and watch Angie's career unfold.

I relax for a few minutes before my psych class. This was kind of mind blowing to me.

At the end of the week, I turn in my first draft of my paper to Professor Amberson. He tells me a bunch of suggested edits, but he thinks it should be publishable. I make the suggested edits; with everyone's permission, I put Sandy, Phil, and Professor Amberson on as co-authors and submit a version of it to his suggested journal.

Angie's getting four figure checks for the tee shirts every few weeks. We certainly have enough to nicely furnish the apartment now and still build up some savings. If the checks keep coming in, Angie points out that they would pay for my grad school if I don't get support. I think I will try to see if I can work for the museum while I get my masters.

I want to thank my fellow Literotica author PennyThompson for giving me permission to reference her character and her story, Mothman is my Boyfriend. If you haven't read it, you should. It is well worth your time.

If you are interested in the character Marty Martin, he is a recurring side character in my series "The Friends" as well as other stories in that universe.