The Talent

After Helen, he'd honed his talent for reading women's sexual desires at parties and bars. And, after awhile, he learned that with a few women he could even discover their most intimate fantasy the first moment he touched them. And, he learned that not all women wanted to act on their fantasies. Also, while knowing women's carnal thoughts helped him immensely in bed, it did nothing to help his relationships with them. Occasionally, a woman would comment on how easy it was to make love to him, how she just knew what to do and how he knew what to do to turn her on, but he felt distant emotionally. He never told anyone, male or female, about his talent because a) who would believe him and b) he didn't want to chance pissing the women off.

He climbed into bed, these thoughts churning in his head. And then he thought of Jennifer and his mind became calm.Jennifer's different. Jennifer's special. What happened tonight was unique. The connection was stronger. For the first time, he could feel what the woman was feeling. While they were kissing he felt Jennifer's nipples become erect and sensitive to the touch. He felt her become wet. He sensed how his cock felt in her hand as she stroked him. He knew how his tongue felt on her clit. Somehow, he had a very special connection with her. He drifted off.

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Jennifer awoke the next morning to sun streaming through her bedroom window. She looked at the clock with one eye: 9AM.Thank God it's Saturday, she thought. I don't believe I'll be getting out of bed any time soon. She rolled over onto her back and studied the ceiling. The sheets teased her naked body, making her nipples perk up.I was so spent after last night I didn't have the energy to put on pajamas. Thinking of last night made her feel warm inside and her hand moved under the sheet between her legs. Her fingers stroked her pussy slowly as she reflected on the previous night's activities.

The thought of Derrick's tongue made her squirm in pleasure. Her free hand moved to her breast as she slid one finger into her slit, wetting it. She closed her eyes and

his hands on her breasts gently squeezing wet lips on her nipple tongue licking moving from breast to breast mouth sucking nipples hard fingers rubbing getting wetter wanting him wet kisses on her stomach moving lower hands caressing breasts kissing lower legs parting pussy longing touching kissing soft lips getting closer nose pressing her belly moving lower legs wide lips on wetness tongue parting plunging deep strong hands kneading breasts legs on shoulders licking up soft wet lips surrounding clit gentle licking pressing her fingers in his hair tongue circling lips sucking tongue flicking clit swelling orgasm building tongue dancing fingers pinching nipples licking sucking faster chest heaving hips raising body tensing dam bursting

She cried out, her head back, the hand between her legs was soaked with her juices. Slowly, her muscles relaxed one by one and, feeling content, she dozed off.

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When she awoke, she took a hot shower. However, before turning off the water, she eyed the handheld massaging showerhead for a long moment.No, I need to give my body a rest. She dressed in old comfortable clothes and went to the kitchen for some breakfast. Jennifer fixed a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice and sat down with the morning paper. She scanned the paper for twenty minutes but nothing held her interest. Her eyes fell on the fruit bowl on the small table, specifically, the bananas.

She picked up a large banana, peeled and examined it. It was about the thickness of Derrick's cock and maybe two inches longer. She put it in her mouth but instead of biting down, she slid it in as for as it would go. She slid it out and back in, working up a tempo. Her mouth watered and soon the banana was slick with her saliva. She worked the banana deep and held it there, pressed against the back of her mouth. Jennifer fought the urge to gag and breathed slowly through her nose. She resumed the in and out motion taking the banana a little deeper each time. Soon it touched the back of her throat.

She pulled it out and estimated how much she took.About the same length as Derrick's. She resumed practicing on the banana, thinking of his cock and working it quickly until she heard the front door close. She quickly ate the banana feeling guilty as if she had been caught masturbating.Well, you WERE fellating a banana, she thought, stifling a laugh as her roommate, Carrie, entered the kitchen.

"Hey, there. What are you up to?" Carrie asked, noticing the wide grin on Jennifer's face. "You look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

Jennifer giggled. "That's not far off."I did swallow, she thought and burst out in a peal of uncontrollable laughter. Carrie eyed her suspiciously.

"Spill it. What's up?" she demanded.

Jennifer filled her in about meeting Derrick and the date they had. She left out the juicy details though, as she wanted those memories to remain private, just hers. Carrie suspected she wasn't getting the whole story and pressed her but Jennifer refused to say anything more. Instead, she changed the subject by asking how Carrie's evening went. Carrie turned serious and told her that John, her long time boyfriend, asked her to live with him.

"I said 'Yes', of course. I love him," Carrie said simply, her eye moist with tears. "So, I'm moving out. Today. I'll pay the rent through the end of the month, but after that, I can find someone or you can find someone to help with the rent. I'm sorry it's so sudden."

Jennifer thought it over and said finally, "That's great to hear. Tell you what - I'm making good money now so I don't need help paying the rent. I'll just live alone for the next six months or so. That way, if something unforeseen happens between you and John you'll have a place to go."

Carrie hugged her tightly and the front buzzer rang. "That's John!" she cried and sprang to the front door. "He borrowed his friend's van."

Jennifer spent the rest of the day in a melancholy mood helping John and Carrie haul Carrie's things down to the van. She was sorry her best friend was moving out but she was also happy she would have the place to herself and took comfort in the thought of all the things she wanted to do to Derrick and where to do them. After Carrie and John drove off with the last load, Jennifer sank onto the couch, feeling a little depressed. Her cell phone warbled.

She took it from its charging base and looked at the display. Smiling, she answered, "Hey, there."

"Hey, Rook," said Derrick. "I hope you had a good day. I was wondering if you were busy tonight."

"No. My roommate moved out today, it was rather sudden. I'd like to see you but I'm not in much of a mood to go out."

"Well, how about I come over and cook dinner?" offered Derrick. "I could be there in awhile. Around 6 OK?"

Jennifer smiled. "That'd be great. But I don't have much in the way of supplies. Should I go out and get anything?"

"No, I'll bring the mountain to you. See you soon," and he hung up.

Jennifer leaped from the couch and started tidying up. She washed the dishes in the sink, picked up the living room, and then tackled her bedroom. She threw the dirty clothes in a basket and hid the basket in the closet. Finally, she appraised the bed with a critical eye. Deciding to err on the side of optimism, she tore off the sheets and made the bed with clean ones.

Looking at her watch, she saw she still had another half hour before Derrick showed up. She swept through the apartment looking for anything she missed. Her last act of housekeeping was to change the bathroom towels. Jennifer settled in on the couch and tried to browse through a magazine but set it aside when she realized she was too giddy with anticipation to read. The couch she was sitting on reminded her of last night. She felt an itch deep inside her, an itch she knew Derrick could scratch.

The blaring of the door buzzer interrupted her thoughts and she dashed to the door to let him in. Her crotch felt damp. A few minutes later Derrick appeared at the top of the stairs holding two bags of groceries. Jennifer took one and showed him in. On the way to the kitchen, she realized that she had been too preoccupied with how the apartment looked that she forgot about her own appearance. She hoped Derrick wouldn't mind.

Derrick put the groceries down and turned to her. "You look great," he said, looking her up and down. She was barefoot, wearing an old pair of faded blue jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt with no bra and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Turn around," he said and Jennifer complied. Her tight jeans hugged her hips, showing off her firm ass. Derrick's cock stirred to life. He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Jennifer turned his face to hers and gave him a deep kiss, pulling his body closer. When the long kiss ended, he stepped back.

"Food first, then other activities," he said. Jennifer laughed. While they were hugging, she had felt the bulge in his pants move.

He quickly went to work preparing dinner and soon the kitchen was filled with rich smells. They chatted about their day while he cooked. Jennifer spent plenty of time admiring his ass and fighting off the urge to reach out and grab it. In what felt like no time the food was ready. She put on some music and set the table while he opened a bottle of wine. They sat down and ate, talking until they were stuffed. Afterwards, Derrick offered to clean up but Jennifer refused, sending him to the living room to put on some more music.

When he returned, she was standing with her back to him, filling up the sink with soapy water as music drifted in, a slow jazzy piece. Jennifer swayed her hips to the music, unaware of him. Derrick stared at her perfect ass, yearning to touch it. She started washing when she felt Derrick's hands on her hips and his cheek pressed to hers.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" Derrick said in a low voice. His warm breath on her neck made her skin tingle.

"Yes, when you first came in."

"Well, I'll tell you again," he said, kissing the side of her neck.

His hands moved up and found her breasts, caressing them. His thumbs rubbed her erect nipples - Jennifer nearly dropped the plate she was holding. Her pussy became wet and she turned her head to kiss him on the mouth, their tongues mingling. He pressed against her buttocks and slowly moved his hips. She felt his hard cock slide along the crack of her ass. She craved his cock, wanting to turn around, push him onto the table and rip off his jeans. Instead, she broke the kiss and leaned away from him.

"I'll be done shortly. But if you keep distracting me, we'll never move on to 'other activities'."

Derrick laughed, sat at the kitchen table and talked with her as she cleaned up. When the last dish was on the drying rack, she toweled off her hands and turned to him. He was watching her with a hungry look in his eye. She knew her tight jeans were driving him wild. Jennifer walked slowly over to him, her body swaying, his eyes following her hips as she crossed the kitchen and straddled his lap.

She rubbed her breasts in his face, his lips clamped down on one nipple and his tongue teased it through her shirt. Jennifer closed her eyes as his hands moved under her shirt up her back. The sensation of his tongue on her rock hard nipples became too much to bear. She lifted his face and they kissed. She sucked on his tongue while gyrating on his lap, her pussy rubbing against his hard cock. His hands squeezed her breasts.

Jennifer stood up. "Well, I've had a loving evening but as I was up late last night, I must go to bed early tonight," she said. "I'm sure you can show yourself out."

She walked out of the kitchen, turning off the light. Confused, Derrick stared after her. He walked out into the now darkened living room. She had turned off the lights and was now in the hallway silhouetted by a streetlamp shining through the window at the far end of the hall. As she walked away, she pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. He heard her unzip her jeans and shimmy out of them.

He walked down the hall and on the floor outside a door found her panties. Derrick entered the darkened bedroom and heard the bed sheets rustle. A light on the nightstand snapped on and he saw her lying on the bed, naked.

"Pardon me, miss. I appeared to have lost my way. I was supposed to be showing myself out."

"No," said Jennifer in a husky voice. "You're not lost. You're in exactly the right place."

Sitting up, she reached out, grabbing him by his front pants pockets and pulling him over to the bed. She sat on the edge and pulled his shirt up - Derrick took it off. Jennifer unsnapped his fly and tugged his jeans and underwear down to his knees. His cock sprang out, inches from her face. She ran her hands along its length and lovingly caressed his shaft and balls.

Her tongue wet the tip of his shaft and she took him in her mouth. Her right hand wrapped under his sac and around the base of his cock, pushing his balls up. Jennifer pulled him in and out of her warm, wet mouth. With each stroke she took him a little deeper until Derrick felt the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. He moaned. His pubic hair tickled Jennifer's lips and his balls pressed against her chin. Her motions became faster as he watched her head move back and forth. He ran his hands through her hair, controlling the pace and depth of her movements. His hips began to tremble as his orgasm became inevitable. Jennifer's mouth slid up the tip of his cock and milked the head with her tongue until he came. She continued sucking until nothing was left and laid back on the bed.

Derrick kicked off his jeans and dropped to his knees. He buried his face between her legs and eagerly licked her dripping pussy. His hands massaged her breasts and his fingers rubbed her nipples. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. A small cry escaped her hips. He repeated his actions. She cried out again. Each time he flicked her clit she cried louder. Her hands grabbed his hair and ground his face into her pussy, her hips pushing back to meet his tongue. She came loudly and her body shook until at last she was still.

He sat up, wiped his chin and smiled at her. He reached for his jeans.

"What are you doing?" she asked, thinking he was dressing.

"Getting a condom," was his reply.

"OK, hurry up."

With the condom securely on, he stood beside the bed and, hooking his arms under her knees, pulled her to him until her hips were resting on the edge. He placed her feet on his shoulders and with his hand guided his cock into her velvety pussy. He slowly pressed into her and Jennifer felt every inch of him slide in until he was buried to the hilt. In this position, it felt deeper than ever before.

His hips began moving and Jennifer focused on the feeling of his cock sliding in her. His cock rubbed against her special place and the pleasure was intense. She closed her eyes and gasped as his cock hit the spot again and again. Soon she felt another orgasm building but this one was different then her previous ones. This orgasm was much deeper, tied to the very core of her being. Derrick pumped faster and the pressure built so much Jennifer thought she would split and drown both of them in her juices. His hips moved faster and she was coming, the orgasm shaking her entire body. Derrick continued thrusting as her orgasm subsided but a second one was building behind it. She came again and was dimly aware that she was screaming. She heard Derrick shout and his hips stopped moving, his cock deep inside her and his body shook.

He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. After a few minutes, he got up to use the bathroom and when he returned he climbed into bed next to her. Jennifer pulled the sheet up as Derrick turned out the light. She fell asleep with her head on his chest.

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She woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom. When she returned she saw Derrick asleep on his back. She pulled the sheet down exposing his naked body. Jennifer sat next him and ran her hand down his chest, admiring his body. Her hand moved lower and played with his cock. She watched it grow and stroked him until he was hard. Derrick moaned in his sleep. She leaned over and lowered her mouth on his cock, taking long slow pulls. Derrick moaned louder. She maneuvered her body over his and gently lowered her pussy onto his mouth.

She continued her slow sucking as she rubbed her pussy in his face. She could feel his nose sliding along her wet slit. Her hands caressed his sac and, before long, she felt his tongue on her clit. Derrick's hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he slowly ate her out. Jennifer sucked on his cock at a leisurely pace, her hands massaging his balls, his tempo matching hers. After about ten minutes, they came simultaneously. She finished and turned around to face him.

"I hope you don't mind. I saw you lying there naked and I just couldn't help myself."

"I don't mind. It was a beautiful dream I woke up to," he said, wrapping his arm around her. They slept like that until morning.

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When Derrick awoke the next morning, he saw Jennifer asleep next to him, her face beautiful. He kissed her forehead and lay there, as happy as he'd ever been. Jennifer was special because not only could he see her deepest sexual desires, he could feel what she felt as he ate her out or fucked her. It was a first for him. It was as if he were a radio, finely tuned to her frequency. And he could sense that he made her happy.

Jennifer stirred next him, opened her eyes and smiled. "Morning," she murmured.

"Good morning to you," he said, rubbing her back.

She got up on one elbow and kissed him. "Has anyone ever told you you're amazing in bed?"

Derrick considered his answer carefully. "I've been told," he answered truthfully.

"It's as if you read me perfectly. And I can read you, too. When I make love to you I know exactly what you want, like you're guiding me. And you know exactly what I want. It's like mind reading." She paused. "Are you reading my mind?"

Derrick forced a laugh. "What do you think?"

She thought it over for a moment. "When I'm kissing you I get these images in my mind of me doing things to you and a few minutes later I'm doing those exact things and you're loving it. Are you beaming me instructions?" she asked with a smile.

"Uh, right, that's exactly what I'm doing," he said, hoping he sounded like he was kidding. He thought for a moment. "Would it be so bad if I was?"

"No, I guess not," she said slowly. "It's like you said yesterday - these things are inside me. Deep down I really do want to do them."

Jennifer had a dreamy look in her eye as she gazed into the distance. Presently, she turned to him.

"I'll bet you've had lots of lovers," she said, looking him in the eye.

"I've had a few," he replied untruthfully.

Jennifer placed her hand on his chest. "Tell me about your wildest sexual encounter."

Derrick thought this was a bad idea and considered making something up when he remembered a night when he picked up two girls at a bar.

"I'll bet it was something to do with two girls you met at a bar," Jennifer said dreamily. "A redhead and a girl with short black hair."

Derrick froze on the inside. It had been with a redhead and a black haired girl.

"The redhead was named Michelle and the other was Lisa," she said.

Jennifer looked at him and saw the fear on his face. "I'm right, aren't I?" she said excitedly. "These images popped into my brain and I could practically hear their names. What did you do with them?"

Derrick was confused. He wasn't trying to broadcast now, and yet, she was somehow reading his memories. He desperately tried to think of something else but couldn't. His mind was locked on that night from over two years ago.