The Mind Reader
by Mecca
Dave flipped the channels without much interest. Talk show, talk show, soap… daytime TV was such garbage. He wished he had his books. What a boring day.
Still, he reflected how lucky he was to be alive; to be capable of even having such a thought. He had been out cycling when a sedan breezed through a stop sign and smashed into him. Evidently he had been in a coma for two weeks. He didn’t remember much of the accident, but when he finally awoke yesterday, his family had told him all about it.
Danielle, his therapist, walked in the room. She seemed like a nice lady. And she wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either.
“Hi, Danielle,” he beamed. She had told him to call her by her first name. “You’re early.”
“Hello, Dave,” she smiled. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Dave frowned. Even though she wasn’t the doctor overseeing his physical issues, it was never good when someone needed to have a frank discussion with you in the hospital.
“You’ve actually been assigned a new doctor to oversee your therapy,” she started. “I can’t continue treating you because of an ethical conflict.” Dave tilted his head in confusion. “You see, you know that I’m a super…”
Dave nodded. Supers were everywhere these days, with superheroes saving citizens and supervillains putting them in peril. She wasn’t even the first one he’d met. He knew a guy in college with super-hearing.
“And that’s given me the ability to read your mind state so that I can better treat you. I’m often called in to discern the feelings and thoughts of comatose patients so we can work through any issues if and when they wake up. I’ve been doing this for years. However, you were…”, she pursed her lips while reaching for a word, “...different.” Dave nervously smiled, unsure of where this was going.
“I started reading your mind when you first were admitted into the hospital. And once you were stable, I… couldn’t stop. You see, I usually just read what I need to. Current mindstate, identifying information in the case of John Does, past traumas, and what-have-you. It’s all very clinical. But you are different.”
Oh crap, am I crazy? he pondered before discarding that thought.
“Your mind is… beautiful. Your history, the way you fought through so much adversity and don’t harbor any resentment about your past. The way you love your friends and care so deeply about the world.” She stepped forward. “You’re kind. Truly kind. You’re a good man. And, uh, I would be so honored if, when you’re discharged, you would have a drink with me.”
Dave was floored. Michelle was a gorgeous woman. Long flowing black hair, a statuesque lithe body, long legs, smooth tan skin, and pretty Chinese eyes. On top of all that, she had superpowers. What would she want with a man like him? He was just an average-looking dude; below-average when he was honest with himself.
“I can sense that you’re surprised,” she said cautiously. “Mostly because your mouth is open.” Dave closed his mouth.
“Look, I know this is a lot to take in. You just found out you were in an accident yesterday. And, believe me, I know I broke every single one of my ethical principles when I read more of your mind than I should have. I’m not supposed to do that to patients. It would be perfectly fine and normal if you were to hate me. But-”
“I don’t hate you,” Dave interjected. “I’m just… taking this all in.”
“Okay, good.” Danielle bit her lip. “Well, you don’t have to decide now. I just wanted to,” she exhaled a deep breath, “put this out there. Your new doctor is Dr. Haskell. But I’ll be around the hospital.” Dave nodded. She took another deep breath as she looked him up and down, gauging his reaction. “Okay, well, bye for now.” Danielle walked out of his room.
***Dinner had gone well. Really well. He couldn’t remember when a woman had made him laugh like that. She was funny, dorky, and really smart. Her eyes lit up when she gushed about the fascinating people she met on her job. More interesting than her ability, he supposed, was the places she visited and problems she solved because of it.
They had a bit in common. Which Netflix shows they watched, their predilection towards 80’s rock, and they both agreed the restaurant was overrated. She already knew some of his preferences, but she claimed that she wasn’t just telling him what he wanted to hear when he jokingly accused her of that.
“I assure you,” she said. “In fact, my ringtone is ‘Holy Diver’, I can prove it.”
“You could have changed it after you read my mind,” he mused mockingly, knowing that there was little chance she did so. She sank her forehead into the palm of her hand.
“Hey, I had some good times at their reunion tour. Not as good as tripping on shrooms and fucking a stranger, but still.” He chuckled nervously and stared at his fork.
She bit her lip awkwardly, realizing that he was creeped out by her recalling a story he hadn’t told her. “Sorry.”
“It’s just a bit like you’ve read my diary,” he said.
“And I am so sorry about that,” she said sincerely. “Here, let me tell you more about me.”
“Yes!”
***After dinner, he invited her back to his house for a nightcap. Surprisingly, she accepted. They clinked glasses of mediocre scotch and he felt nothing but fear as they sipped silently. What did he have to offer her? She had superpowers. He was an accountant.
Regardless, he continued. She already knew all his secrets and still wanted to hang out with him. There was no way he could disappoint her. This gave him confidence. He stared deep into her eyes after swallowing the middling liquid, gauging her interest.
“You’ve got a nice place,” she commented. “It’s nicer than I remember.”
Dave hesitated as he brought his drink to his face. Nothing in his place was nice. Even the glass he was holding was something he’d gotten for free for sitting in a timeshare presentation. He regretted his choice in glassware, but all his other cups were dirty. “You making fun of me?” he asked.
“No!” she laughed. “I didn’t really remember what it was like from when I read your mind. It’s nice. You’ve got musical instruments,” she pointed to his broken piano, “poetry,” she pointed to his book of French poetry he hadn’t opened in years, “agriculture,” the philodendron his ex had given him, “and is that Axl Rose?!”
Danielle ran towards his Guns N’ Roses poster he’d taped to the wall, stepping on a dirty plate on the way there. The plate slid across his hardwood floor, sending Danielle’s left foot quickly to the right. He winced as her body rolled 90° counterclockwise and crashed into the floor. Miraculously, as she laid on his dirty floor she held her right arm, fully extended, in the air. The glass had remained intact.
“Saved the scotch!” she shouted victoriously.
Dave dove at her. “Are you okay?!”
“I saved the scotch,” she mumbled.
Dave took her glass and helped her up. “You didn’t need to! It’s bottom shelf,” he cracked, while examining her for injuries. “You hurt?” He held her up with a hand on her waist.
“I’m fine,” she giggled. “Just don’t cut me off, barkeep.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes finally moving from her scratched elbows to her face. She was staring intently at him. “This place is a pigsty,” he said quietly, since their faces were so close together.
“No worries. They say messiness is a sign of genius.” She smiled and looked down bashfully.
Dave tightened his grip on her haunches. “Then call me Einstein.” She snickered, leaned in, and kissed him.
It wasn’t Dave’s first rodeo. He’d been kissed, even kissed first, but never by a girl like Danielle. She was exciting. He wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed, but he continued as if she was one of the girls who tended to kiss him first and fuck him on the first date. He wanted to fuck her and he wasn’t going to let his insecurity stop him. Fake it ‘til you make it.
Still, his leg started twitching with nervousness. He hoped she didn’t notice. There was nothing wrong, nothing unusual was happening. Just two people exploring their desires, despite one being the a super-powered woman of his dreams. Keep it together.
She did notice. “It’s okay,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I like you.”
This made Dave feel much better and pushed himself hard against her as they kissed.
“Mm!” she whimpered in pain as he pressed. He had foisted his body too hard on her. The edge of the piano was probably digging into her back.
Dave took a step back. She looked lovely with the soft light raining down on her gorgeous face. He felt lucky.
“Tell me what I’m thinking,” he said, curious about her gifts.
“I can’t from this far,” she replied. “I need to be touching you. Or if I’m almost touching you, I can read your emotions.”
He stepped forward. He placed his hand on hers. She studied his face.
“Awww. You’re thinking you never felt like this about someone before.” He said nothing, looking into her eyes. “And… yes. The answer is yes.”
Now that he had been given permission, he pulled her blouse over her head. Her breasts were still held captive in her bra. He ignored those for now and laid a path of kisses down to her stomach. It was perfect: soft and bulging ever so slightly over the top of her jeans with a deep belly button pit. He kissed the belly button. Just inches below this was Danielle’s womanhood. He was deeply aroused.
He kissed his way back up to her mouth and she welcomed his return with passionate kisses and sucks on his lips. Dave reached around her to unbuckle her bra. She pulled it away as they made out and tossed it on the counter. Dave stepped back. Two nice little B cup boobs peered at Dave. Big enough to have fun with, but not so big as to be overwhelming.
To Dave, the night felt surreal. Danielle was gorgeous and eager to touch and kiss him. He was excited to do so. He tried to preserve this moment in his mind, but he couldn’t focus with all of this happening so fast. She was going to let him violate her. Well, “violate” sounded wrong and rapey, but he couldn’t deny that an angel like her didn’t belong on the same plane of existence as he. And so every touch with his unworthy fingers was a defilement. A violent lust arose in him. He was going to sully her. And he was going to enjoy doing it.
She clearly was going to enjoy it as well. “Do you have a bed?” she awkwardly asked.
He held her hand and led her to the bedroom. Oh well, no fucking her over the couch tonight! he thought. He physically recoiled, disgusted at his own thought. Everything happening tonight was 100% perfect. Why would he look at the grass on the other side?
She giggled as he threw her onto the bed. He removed his shirt and pants, and she her skirt. He then climbed onto the bed and they fell into a lover’s embrace as they made out. After some hot sloppy kissing, he could feel his hard dick digging into her stomach.
“Let me get a condom,” said Dave.
“Wait,” said Danielle. She removed her panties and spun around in the bed. She pulled his boxer briefs down his legs and placed them on the bed, next to them. His hard dick awaited her judgment. He lied on the bed, watching for her next move.
While she was down by his lower half, she sank her head down onto his upright cock, plunging his body into warm wetness. He moaned. Eager to also partake in the fun, he shuffled over on the bed, moving her legs so that they were positioned in 69 position with her on top.
“Wait,” Danielle said again. “Before we start, may I be allowed to read your current mindstate? I’m not going to go anywhere else in your head. And I’ll never read your thoughts without your permission again. But if you let me read your mind tonight, I can make it really good for you.”
Dave really didn’t know what she meant by all that. Make it really good how? He was aroused and figured she had already poked around in his head, so there was no harm in doing it more. He said yes. With that she began sucking him off again, her long hair brushing his thighs with every bob. Undistracted by the delectable feeling, he greedily eyed her bare pussy with a nice patch of hair above it. She was dripping wet. He grabbed the small of her back and pulled her down to his mouth. He began to gorge himself on her pussy.
Danielle moaned and dropped the dick in her mouth. Dave didn’t notice for a few moments. When he pulled his mouth away for air, he noticed she had stopped sucking him off, and she immediately began sucking him off again, but this time with a wanton fury. She was wet, fast, and deep.
He began eating her out again. He grasped her surprisingly ample buttocks and pulled them apart as he dined. He spied her little brown asshole and wondered how it tasted. He shook his head again at his brain’s misbehavior. She was reading his mind, so he mustn’t think kinky thoughts! He looked at it again. It looked slightly ajar. God, how he wanted to stick his hard dick in it, all the way to the hilt.
Stop it! he thought. You’re going to freak her out and she’s going to leave!
“Don’t worry,” Danielle cooed. “It’s okay. I’ve already read most of your fetishes, and nothing you think will freak me out.” Dave felt a mix of shock and relief. “Everything’s fine. I can’t do anal right now because I’m not warmed up, but feel free to lick it. If you want.”
Dave felt a renewed sense of lust wash over him with a vengeance. She was kind, giving, and the best kind of kinky slut. He adjusted his position and began to lick her sweet asshole. His goddess tasted wonderful.
Danielle seemed to really like this and she stopped mid-fellatio again. She laid her head on the bed and moaned. Dave didn’t care, he was in heaven. Tits were nice and all, but he was an ass man.
She eventually went back to sucking his dick and licking his balls. Her tongue was so close to his taint. Just when he started to ponder if she ate ass, she lifted his legs, stretched out her tongue and began to rim him. He cried out in deep pleasure and scooted forward so she could have easier access. He was doubled over now, with his feet hanging high over his head. Her tongue slid further, from the top of his crack back down to the base of his hole. He moaned in ecstasy, her warm tongue sending pleasure surging through his body. He was doubled over too far to reciprocate. He hoped she didn’t mind. Dave was suddenly struck with a thought: he didn’t wash his ass right before this.
“It’s fine,” Danielle said. “You taste fine.” Dave was relieved and went back to enjoying her tongue bath.
“I love reading your mind,” she huffed between sucks. “Pleasing you turns me on. A lot of women are like giving, but for me it’s even more because I can read your thoughts of pleasure. In fact, I can feel your thoughts of pleasure.” So that was it. She could feel his pleasure. In that case, was this like masturbation for her? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his pleasure right now. He needed to focus on the feeling so she could also feel it.
But what if he thought a bad thought? Like, what if he had a random lustful thought that turned her off? Nah, that doesn’t matter, he thought.
But what if it did? He always had terrible, sick thoughts. Like the time he lusted for his cousin. Oh shit.
“I don’t care,” Danielle reassured him. Dave sighed in relief. But what about that time when he was 13 and he killed that bird? Why were these thoughts coming to his head?!
Dave looked at Danielle to gauge her reaction. She continued the rimjob. She accepted him, warts and all. She’s read a lot of minds, Dave reasoned. There’s probably nothing I’ve done that could shock her. He accepted her acceptance of him. All he had to do to make her happy was enjoy himself. His pleasure was hers. And hers his. Dave felt the need to fuck her hard right then.
Without a word, Danielle popped off of him and sat on all fours on the bed, her ass pushed out. Dave rushed to get a condom on and then sank inside her sopping wet pussy. No time to get her warmed up for anal. He was going to fuck her cunt until he blew her back out.
They moved in beautiful coordination, like an erotic dance. She anticipated his every move and encouraged it. When he was pounding at her pussy and she was screaming “Fuck me, Dave”, he stared at her delicious pliable asshole. Before he could even finish the thought: “Plunge your thumb up my asshole! Please!”
With a thumb in her anus, she continued to anticipate his desires. He leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head to kiss him back. He thought about something Ginger Lea had said in a porn once and how hot it was, and she mumbled it under her breath.
Random thoughts were ignored; desires and needs were acted upon as soon as they were formed in his head. It was like he was fucking his imagination, but it was really happening. His wet dream was physical and present. Maybe she was masturbating, but so was he. They were masturbating together, as one.
When fucking a woman, Dave had always felt like he had to hold back, perhaps not in his thoughts, but definitely in his actions. If he said the wrong thing, or touched his lover in the wrong way, it was over. At least, those fears were always in his head. Now, he felt a radical acceptance of his whole being. His body. His thoughts. His fantasies. At least in this moment, she was here for him. He need fear nothing. And he immediately felt love, overwhelming.
Dave came hard. He smashed into her backside as her shrieking became so loud he knew the neighbors would have words with him tomorrow. The thunderous sound of his thighs against her buttocks was his swan song. Eventually, the rhythm of his fucking slowed to a crawl and he fell backwards on the bed. She fell forwards. They lay in sweaty exhaustion.
Dave tapped Danielle. “Did you cum?” he asked.
She looked back incredulously. “You couldn’t tell?” Dave shrugged. He was glad she’d had a good time. Dave discarded the condom, wiped off his dick, and joined her on the bed. He spooned her as she lay quietly, smiling and giggling. This was nice.
“That was amazing,” she said. “You’re amazing.”
His dick hardened a little against the curve of her buttocks. “Round two?” he asked.
“I need a little break,” she responded. “Maybe some water?”
“Oh! Yes.” Dave hopped up and went to get her a glass of water.
As Dave handed her the water, he realized she had probably read his thoughts of love. A chill ran up his spine. He never wanted to be the man who said “I love you” first. That gave away so much power. He’d had his heart broken before, when he’d confessed his love too early. Now he’d gone and pretty much declared his love for Danielle on the first date.
But he looked at Danielle and felt safe. He would risk it for her. Everything was going to be okay.