Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter Ten
“Shouldn’t we dim the lights and turn off the TV?” I was about to demonstrate my meditation technique and I was nervous enough. I didn’t need a bunch of noise. “It’s hard enough to meditate even without all those distractions.”
“You’ve been practicing in those conditions for months now, it’s time to prepare for the real world. What are you going to do? ‘Hey, mister bad guy, could I get a few minutes of quiet so I can get ready to kick your ass?’ Sure, kid, that’s how it works.
“How about I get it down first, then start to introduce other influences?”
“How about you learn to do it with the other influences right from the start? It shortens the whole process.”
I really hated it when he was right. He continued his lesson.
“Meditation, when done right will let you see things far more clearly. So far, what you have been doing is the equivalent of taking a weapon apart and putting it back together blindfolded, but you’ve never done it, or seen it done without the blindfold. You can learn to do it that way, and you can learn to do it fairly well – but there are things you could do easier, faster and even better if you could see it. Now, we are going to take off the blindfold.”
He had me sit down on the floor with my back against the wall. He then spoke in low relaxing tones.
“Take a deep breath and slowly exhale until your lungs are empty. Good, now another, inhale slowly through your nose, and exhale completely. Now breath deeply and slowly, exhaling naturally now. Concentrate on the breathing, in… out… good. Actively think about inhaling and exhaling, feel the air rushing past the tissues of your nose, mouth and throat, feel your lungs expanding and contracting – concentrate on the action and sensations. Now, continue to think about your breathing, but also focus your attention on your forehead. Make an equilateral triangle using your eyes as the corners of the base. Now focus on the top of that triangle – don’t try and look at it, just think about it. Envision the number fifty in that spot. Now every time you exhale drop that number by one. Keep thinking about your breathing and the number on your forehead.”
He stayed quiet for quite some time after that. I did as he said and it was all I could do to think about the various aspects of my breathing and keep track of the number I was envisioning on my forehead. Despite my best efforts, stray thoughts began to creep in as my concentration waned. Alek noticed my frustration.
“Go easy on yourself.” There was a trace of amusement in his voice, “You’re relaxing as hard as you can, and that never works. Just breath easy and when you realize you’ve allowed other thoughts in, gently remind yourself about the breathing and push them out by refocusing on that.”
“What if I lose count?” I asked since that was what had just happened.
“Pick it up from wherever you think you are. It’s not that important, the counting is just another focal point, the descending numbers tend to draw you deeper into yourself.”
I tried again, doing just as he suggested and this seemed to work a lot better. I restarted the countdown and all other thoughts and concerns faded away as my ability to concentrate was taxed to its fullest. He seemed to know what number I was on because just as I changed the number from two to one he spoke, again in low relaxing tones.
“As the number on your forehead becomes a zero I want you to picture it as a closed eye. You now have three closed eyes. Keep your breath in your thoughts and while keeping your real eyes closed, open the one on your forehead.”
It was a very odd sensation but I did as he asked and when I ‘opened’ my third eye the world exploded in a rainbow of colors. I was so shocked I opened my real eyes and the fiery shoots of color vanished leaving me looking at Alek. He was grinning.
“I guess that means it worked.”
“What the hell was that?”
“We call it Psychic Sight. You were seeing my aura. Well, auras actually.”
“There’s more than one?”
“Yes. They cover the entire spectrum of human emotion. The auras brighten and fade along with the corresponding emotion. Now that you know how to see them, you just have to learn what they mean.”
“So, do you have a color chart or something?”
“Not that easy,” he chuckled, “we all see the auras our own way. While anger looks orange to me, it might look blue to you. It seems to be based upon your personal formative experiences and all that psychobabble crap. What we’ll have to do is go somewhere there’s a lot of people and compare notes, it doesn’t take that long to figure it out.”
Learning a new trick is always exciting, but, “Okay, now I can tell what emotions a person is feeling, how is this supposed to help?”
“You can use an aura as a conduit into the other person’s mind. It strengthens the force of the connection and gives you immediate feedback on your suggestions. It also gives you more precision. Up to now, your auras have been reaching out all willy nilly, connecting at random and by chance. The focus and concentration you’ve learned has helped you consolidate and guide them, as a group, in directions you want, but you’ve still been doing it blind.”
“So that’s how Sam knew what I was doing and why she heard me thinking about my plan.”
“Right, with your auras reaching out at random, you just happened to make a connection before you were ready and let the cat out of the bag because you weren’t aware that you were thinking hard enough to send her those thoughts.
“You’ve heard all through your training that focus is what it’s all about, but nobody ever told you what to focus on. Let’s try it again, this time you won’t be surprised and we’ll see if you can hold on to the sight.”
We practiced for the rest of the day and by the time we were finished I could hold onto the sight for quite a while but I couldn’t keep seeing the auras when I opened my real eyes. I found that frustrating but Alek said it was normal and that it generally comes along pretty fast, so I guessed I was doing okay. I had to wear dark sunglasses when we went to the mall to compare notes so I could learn what colors meant what.
When vacation ended and we headed back to school, I could pull up the sight pretty quickly but I still needed to keep my eyes closed in order to hold it.
Samantha and I were walking hand in hand into the school that first day, I was reveling in the shocked looks I was getting, when she gestured subtly.
“How would you feel about fucking her?”
“What? Who?” I asked, still seemingly perpetually confused where Sam was concerned.
“Tiffany, over by the trophy case, how would you feel about her joining us in bed?”
“Sam, I’m not sure I want to go around altering the sexual preferences of a bunch of girls.”
“First, you won’t be ‘altering’ anything, she’s already bi, well, at any rate, she fucks girls, maybe just because she thinks it’s cool, I don’t really know – but she fucks guys more often. And second, she has always been the first one to chide me for talking to you – said some pretty nasty stuff too. I think it’s only fitting that she is the first one of these bitches to suck your cock.”
“Holy shit, Sam, this is a side of you I never knew about.”
She looked thoughtful for a second then pulled me into the library alcove to get us out of the flow of traffic.
“Listen, Jake, I had to listen to these elitist fucks talk shit about you for years. I let them know I didn’t like it but they never stopped. I didn’t say anything to you, because there was no reason for you to hear it, it would have only hurt you. They didn’t know you like I did, but that’s gonna change.” A sly grin crept into her gorgeous features, “Or are you trying to say you don’t want to fuck her?”
I looked again at the statuesque beauty. Her platinum blonde ponytail bounced between her shoulder blades as she laughed at something, her bright smile gleaming. My eyes traversed the rounded hourglass figure beneath designer jeans and a tight sweater causing my cock to twitch.
“Sure I ‘want’ to fuck her, but I don’t have to. You’re all I need.”
“I knew you were going to say that, in fact, that’s one of the things I love about you. But you are far to forgiving to take charge of your own vengeance. You just let me handle that. You bring her thinking around; I’ll make sure she makes appropriate amends for every bad thing she has ever said about you.”
I was still watching Tiffany and the twitch in my pants became a swelling. She accentuated whatever she was talking about with graceful, sexy movements.
“Okay,” I capitulated, “I have her in my second hour. I’ll start working on her today.”
“You wouldn’t think it would be so hard to talk your boyfriend into fucking around.” She said with a chuckle, heading off for her first class.
I watched her go, enjoying the view and still marveling that all my most fervent fantasies had come true. It was then that I realized that I would be having fantasies come true that I hadn’t even known I’d been having. Sure, I’d fantasized about Tiffany, not as often as Samantha of course, but I had. Never in my wildest fantasies had I thought I would wind up in bed with both of them at the same time. To that end first hour went by in a blur as I formulated my plan for Tiffany. I told Samantha my plan as we walked to class and she liked it.
I sat where I would be behind Tiffany and wouldn’t have to turn my head to see her. I made a mental note of her location. Since I still had to keep my eyes closed in order to use the auras as access to her mind I didn’t want to screw it up by riding the wrong aura and programming one of the guys to either side of her, especially with what I had planned.
I waited until the lesson was well on its way. In case I wasn’t as smooth as I thought I was and did something too clumsy, I wanted Tiffany’s attention elsewhere
Closing my eyes I quickly focused on my third eye and the room erupted in blazing colors. Adolescents are teeming with unrestrained emotion; therefore their auras are usually vivid and bright. Finding Tiffany’s aura, I used my training to try and connect.
I saw that anxiety was currently her most vivid emotion. I resumed meditation breathing and willed my anxiety aura out towards her and saw a thin tendril of it extend in her direction; about three feet away from me the tendril opened up and small scatterings of aural energy sparkled further her way. At the same time, her anxiety aura was drawn towards mine and, eventually it mimicked my own, with sparks shooting towards me, mingling with the ones already there.
Alek had described this effect and it was supposed to indicate that her mind was open to me and ready for me to inject my commands.
My consciousness followed the sparkling wisp of current and I was besieged with concerns about making the correct clothing choices, where to go after school and what to do and say once there. There were other concerns regarding her father and her home, but I brushed past these images and slipped through her consciousness into her subconscious.
Using the knowledge that Tiffany was bisexual, I crafted a command in such a way that every time she thought about Samantha she would find her just slightly more attractive and enticing than the time before. The more enamored she became, the more she would think of the lovely redhead – and the more attracted she would become. This would continue until Samantha was single focal point of all Tiffany’s sexual thoughts and desires. It would be interesting to see how she reacted to these desires since she didn’t know Samantha was a lesbian. Regardless, when her desire was at its peak we would be ready for step two.
“Jake!” Exclaimed the math teacher, Mrs. Peterson, “Wake up!”
My eyes snapped open and all the auras vanished. Everyone was looking at me with various levels of mirth.
“I don’t care if you ‘can’ pass my exam right now, if you can’t at least give me enough respect to stay awake you can just carry your butt down to the principal’s office.”
I sheepishly apologized to Mrs. Peterson and scathingly chastised myself for being so stupid – I hadn’t thought through how it would look for me to be sitting in class with my eyes closed. Murmuring apologies I gathered up my things and left the room.
After the period ended and I was released from the office I came upon Samantha just as Tiffany was approaching and noticed that she gave Samantha a surreptitious full body once over – very much like most of the boys Samantha passed – so I considered the commands to be successful since I had never seen her look at Samantha like that before. Of course I hadn’t been looking for it before but I was still pretty sure she hadn’t.
She tried to stop Samantha but after just a few words, Samantha brushed her off and continued on to meet me. Tiffany looked nonplussed and shot me an aggravated glance before moving off on her own business. I reported my success and Samantha was thrilled.
I spent rest of the day floating on cloud nine. Not only did I have the relationship with Samantha that I had always dreamed of, I was getting ready to fuck another girl who was arguably the second sexiest girl in school. The hard part was trying to not walk around with a permanent hard-on.