A New Touch

Tom had slept like a dead man that night. When he had finally found his room and was alone, the energetic combination of adrenaline, excitement, and fear gave way to a profound exhaustion that had been creeping beneath the surface after his tests with the blocks and Callie. Whoever ran this agency though, apparently did not care at all about how tired he was, because in what felt like no time at all he was being noisily awoken by a beeping alarm from an intercom he had not noticed sitting above the door to his room. After he had groggily pulled himself up in bed, the alarm was replaced by an unfamiliar male voice.

"Tom Thatcher. You are to report to calisthenics. Please meet the trainer out in the hall."

"Calisthenics... what?" Tom groaned as he pulled the covers off.

He soon found that a pair of tennis shoes, sweatpants, and some other clothes were sitting folded up atop the metal dresser across the room from his bed. Either he had been too tired to notice them the night before, or someone had placed them there in his sleep. After throwing them on, his mind still hazy from sleep, he stumbled out into the hall to find a well built man dressed similarly to him waiting impatiently.

"Took you long enough. Follow me." He commanded, and turned away.

"What time is it?" Tom yawned as he tried to keep up with the man's brisk pace.

"It's time for calisthenics, and we're running late." Was all the man had for an answer.

Tom was not so sure who they were late for, as the rather spacious REC room they soon arrived at was empty except for them.

"Alright, let's get started." The man declared.

The man's name turned out to be Jason, and apparently he was going to be making Tom train every morning. When Tom tried to discern if this was part of the tests, the man merely responded, "No powers."

Now, Tom was not out of shape. He had a gym membership that he used...occasionally. At least once a week. Sometimes. But despite this, by the time the two of them were done, Tom thought he was about to collapse.

"You have a lot of improvement to do." Was all Jason had to say as they left, barely a drop of sweat on his clothes compared to Tom's drenched shirt.

"Yeah... well... I haven't ran more than a mile in...." Tom realized he could not even remember the last time he had run at all. "Well It's been a while." He managed to gasp.

Tom found breakfast waiting for him at the small metal desk in his room when he returned. After a quick shower to wash off the sweat, he gulped down the oatmeal and fruit like his life depended on it. As he was savoring the final bite, an automated voice rang out over the intercom.

"Mr. Thatcher, please report to the testing center."

Tom made to stand and groaned slightly, before sitting back down. That workout had really taken more out of him than he expected. Throwing on the rest of the clean gray sweats and tennis shoes they had provided him he stumbled his way out of the room and made his way to the large testing room from yesterday.

When Tom entered the room, he found that he was pleased to find both Renee and Cassie waiting for him. Cassie looked back from her table full of screens and electronics and grumbled something incoherent before looking away. Upon seeing her, Tom's mind immediately flashed back to the evening before where he had caught a glimpse of the researcher with her had down her pants going to town when she thought no one was looking. A small grin creeped across his face as he approached the two women.

"Well don't you look happy today." Renee spoke in an even tone as she looked up from some sort of touch screen device.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just, um, ready to start testing!" He chirped, looking quickly away from Cassie.

"Good." Renee replied curtly before walking over to a pile of objects they had him moving around the other day. "Cassie, hook him up." She called out over her shoulder.

Tom turned back to the researcher as she stood up from the desk holding several electronic devices in her hand. "Hey, about yesterday... Sorry if I..." Tom began before the auburn haired woman cut him off.

"You're not sorry. Let's just get to work." She reached up to his head and began to stick some sort of medical sensors to his temples.

"Hey, look, Renee asked me to use my powers to figure out the color of your panties and I..."

"I don't want to talk about it." She cut him off again, but Tom noticed a strange look pass over her face as he mentioned what he had done.

"Sit down here." Renee declared as she **** a metal folding chair up behind him.

Tom complied and Renee tossed some sort of fabric at him. "Put his over your head."

It looked like some sort of black sack. "Uhhh, what exactly are we doing?" Tom looked up at the women.

"We're seeing what you can do blindfolded. Put the bag over your head." Renee commanded.

"Okay..." Tom slid the bag over his head and found that he could see absolutely nothing. "Alright, now what?" Tom asked in a muffled voice.

He heard something thud onto the ground in front of him. "Pick up the block." Renee ordered.

"Alright." Tom began to lean forwards.

"Tom..." Renee sighed.

"Right right, with my powers, gotcha." He quickly leaned back in seat and straightened up.

He had definitely managed to get a hold of things without directly seeing them before, but he had always had some sort of vision to help. Now completely blind, he began to try and focus. The hum once again began to form in his head, and her tried to reach out in front of him with his power. It did not feel much different from groping in the dark with his hands. Eventually he managed to feel with the hum what he thought was the small block, and he lifted it into the air.

"Did I get it?" Tom asked.

"You did." Renee's voice came from off to the side. "Now drop it and pick up the others."

Tom heard more thuds as other blocks were tossed on the floor in front of him. He sighed inwardly to himself. It looked like it was going to be another day of moving blocks.

---

A few hours later and Tom had become an expert at picking up blocks blindfolded. It took him only moments to find them when prompted, and at this point it was almost becoming dull. He had described to them how he could find the objects blindfolded, like he was scrambling around in the dark with his hands. Renee seemed to expect this, and she now had a new task for him.

"Alright Tom, tell me exactly what is around you. How many blocks, how far, their size, and anything else you can feel."

"Okay, give me second..." Tom began to reach out with his telekinesis and grope around him.

"You have to be faster than that Tom." Renee scolded him.

"I mean, I can only touch everything so fast..." Tom tried to defend himself.

"Is that how you touched Cassie yesterday? Is that how you touched me?" Renee asked coolly.

Tom thought he heard Cassie shift in her chair, and he was suddenly glad for the bag over his head to hide his uncomfortable expression. "Well...Sort of.." He swallowed as he thought back to exactly how he had used his powers on them both. "Yeah I...um...I think I have an idea."

"Good, now describe your surroundings." Renee commanded again.

Tom sucked in a breath and reached out with the hum in his head. Instead of the **** being just an extension of his hands, he let it sort of flow out around him like a bedsheet, or water. The same way that he had managed to feel around between the legs of the two women standing somewhere nearby. Suddenly it was like Tom could see, in a strange sort of way. In a small radius around him, he could 'feel' everything blanketed by the feather light touch of his telekinesis. He began to describe to Renee everything immediately around him.

"Good. Now look further." She ordered.

"Alright..." He mumbled and tried to concentrate.

The field around him expanded as his telekinetic feelings creeped out along the ground around him, flowing over the various objects he had been tossing around blindfolded. Suddenly he saw (or rather felt) the legs of a table as the **** creeped out wards. Then he felt a pair of shapely legs and heard Cassie loudly clear her throat.

"I see you found Cassie." Renee called out, still out of range of Tom's 'feelers'. "Cassie, what do you feel?"

"Right now it's just sort of, like, a small breeze or very light static electricity." Tom felt her legs move as she shifted in her seat.

"Hmm, alright. Tom, what do you see or feel?"

Tom cleared his throat as his invisible touch began to creep up Cassie's legs as his reach expanded. "I can, um, feel her legs. Her pants, her shoes, her socks, um, well you get the idea."

"Tom, do you feel like you've reached the range of how far you can 'see'?" Renee questioned, still apparently out of range of his touch.

Tom gulped as his invisible telekinetic touch now began to slide up Cassie's thighs. It was a lot like yesterday when he had been using a similar tactic to hold her in the air, but this was more...sensual, he supposed. "N-No." He stuttered, having trouble focusing on anything but Cassie. "No I can still go further."

Cassie shifted in her seat, and Tom could have swore she just spread her legs ever so slightly beneath his touch.

"Good. Keep reaching out then."

Tom really did not need much more encouragement from Renee to continue. He tried to keep describing the rest of the blocks surrounding him on the floor as his touch slowly spread, but he was having difficulty focusing as his invisible feelers had now reached Cassie's pussy. He thought he heard her ever so subtly gasp as the **** creeped up her lips and slowly spread down between her legs, sliding up around the back to cup her ample rear.

"Tom, how many blocks are behind Cassie?" Renee questioned.

Tom realized he had stopped talking, and quickly tried to compose himself, despite what he was feeling. "Oh yeah, um, four. Two are smaller, and the large ones are the same size."

Tom licked his lips, thankful for the bag over his head that was hiding his most likely flustered expression. Of course the rising bulge in his pants was most likely not subtle. He could feel everything between the woman's legs, her curves and folds, everything. His feelers were still creeping up her stomach, but down between her legs he was almost unable to stop himself. Slowly, his touch became a ****, and a single invisible digit began to slide across her slit, slowly teasing her.

"Tom..." He heard Cassie grumble.

"Tom have you reached the limit of your vision?" Renee asked.

Tom was pretty sure he had not, but by now he was way too distracted to focus. His invisible finger continued to swirl, slowly dancing around her clit as more touches joined in to tease their way down between her legs.

"I...I'm not sure..." Tom muttered.

"Cassie?" Renee asked casually.

"Y-yeah. Already on it." She answered a bit breathlessly.

Tom did not really notice this little exchange until he felt Cassie's hand reach out across the table and press down on some sort of button.

"Grrghh-aaa-fuck!" Tom grunted and cried out as the sensors Cassie had paced on his temples suddenly began to shock him, shattering the hum as his telekinetic touches vanished.

Tom reached up and ripped the bag off of his head and clawed off the sticky sensors that had been shooting electricity into his skull. It honestly had not been enough to seriously harm him, but it had still hurt. Temporarily blinded by the sudden flood of light from removing the bag, he shook his head and growled.

"What the fuck?!"

Renee suddenly came into view, and with a start, Tom realized she was standing right in front of him. "Did you see me walk up?" Renee asked in a bored tone.

"What?! I...What the fuck?!" Tom was still flustered by the sudden shock that had ripped his attention out of lust into pain.

"While you were playing with Cassie, I walked right up here in front of you. Did you sense it?" She asked once more.

"I...well I..." Tom glanced over to Cassie and she arched an eyebrow in question, although he noted that her face looked rather flushed. "No... No I didn't." He admitted.

"Hmmm." Renee studied him, before turning around to walk back to Cassie's table. "You need to work on your focus, Tom. Or maybe your ability can't work that way." She called out over her shoulder.

'Can't work that way'? What did she know? Of course, Tom was not sure what he knew either. He could have definitely felt her coming if he wanted to. He was just preoccupied with...um...

Tom glanced sheepishly back over to Cassie as Renee looked over her shoulder at whatever data was displayed on on the screens.

"I think it's time for a break. Tom, Lunch will be waiting for you in your room. We'll call you back here in two hours." Renee said without looking up from the screens.

"I...well...alright." Tom stood, still a bit flustered.

He noticed that he was still semi-erect, and he tried to nonchalantly push his dick to the side to hide any obvious bulge as he walked out past the two women. As he adjusted his junk, he noticed Cassie staring at him, but when he looked up, she quickly glanced away.

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Back in his room, Tom wiped off his mouth as he finished his sandwich and fruit. Between the exercise in the morning and all he had been doing with his ability, he once again found that he had been starving. He glanced up at the clock on the wall and noticed that he still had an hour and a half before he had to go back. As he sat there mulling over the morning, he kept coming back to Cassie. How he could feel her smooth legs beneath his telekinetic touch. How he could almost taste her pussy, feel her beneath his fingers as he had been toying with her.

After a minute, Tom realized that he was incredibly horny. He slid his hands down into his sweatpants and began to slowly stroke his shaft as he thought of Cassie. He thought of how she felt, how she squirmed beneath his touch. Tom sat there stroking himself for a minute before standing up and walking to the bathroom. He really needed to get something out of his system.

---

In a separate office from the training room, Cassie and Renee sat behind a screen watching a live security camera feed.

"He really is kind of a pervert, isn't he?" Cassie said as she stared at the screen.

"Is he? Not much more than most people I know." Renee looked over at Cassie. "Besides, he's not the only person who has masturbated in this facility."

Cassie whipped her head around to Renee in shock. "Wha-...How did you..."

"Assume I know everything, Cassie." Renee looked back to the screen. "Besides, it's good he's like this. Sex is a useful lever to keep this project...stable, let's say."

Her face still red with embarrassment, Cassie looked back to the screen and chewed her lip. On the screen, Tom had one hand on the wall as he leaned over the toilet with his pants and boxers on the floor, while his other hand furiously cranked his shaft. Stable? Cassie thought back to Tom's invisible advances, the way she could feel that barely imperceptible whisper of a touch flow down between her legs. How the clever telekinetic digits had begun to tease her.

Cassie stared at the man masturbating on the screen. He was here because of her after all. His powers were an unknown vector, something interesting she wanted to learn more about. She adjusted her seat and crossed her legs as she continued to watch.

"I guess we do need to keep him, I mean the project...stable." Cassie muttered.

"Mmmhmm." Renee muttered as she stared at the screen. "Otherwise, termination."

"Fuck!" Tom groaned through the screen, as he blasted his load into the toilet.