Well nothing really.

That day ended as it was planned, with porn and video games. No matter how hard I tried to wrap my head around it, I couldn't make sense of what I had experienced earlier. Was it just my imagination? Had I been toking one of these weird synthetic cannabinoids that had supposedly been hitting the black market, or did I fall for a bad badge of LSD a few weeks earlier? Had I been poisoned by something else? Or was it really just a psychotic episode and I should see a professional about that?

Well I had my doubts about me really perceiving Mary's thoughts and feelings and I decided, as long as I had doubts, I was still properly distinguishing between fantasy and reality. Well... sort of. So I just went on with my life.

The next day was a Monday. I was never a big fan of getting up early, especially not on Mondays so I had no classes on Monday mornings. I slept well and went to take a shower as soon as I woke up. That strange feeling of energy condensing in my body was still there, though it wasn't stirring. It was a restful and calm feeling. Under the shower I cleared my thought as I always did. I concentrated on the sensation of the warm water running down my body and breathed calmly. I felt my senses reach out. I felt Sandra moving under her blanket. I felt Mary still dreaming about something dark and disturbing, something I couldn't really figure out. I sensed Leon focusing his first waking thoughts on making coffee. In the distance I think I could perceive Sandra thinking about someone... a loved one maybe... She seemed worried. Her room was farthest away from our flat... I tried to call my senses back. It was hard at first, but I managed to pull them back, making the thoughts and emotions that felt so alien disappear. After the shower I looked at myself in the mirror. Hmm. I was in a relatively good shape, at least in better shape than last week. So was my impression. What little belly fat I had, seemed to have started to disappear. And looking down I got... Naah, it was probably just the hot water. But I even I had to admit, my cock looked slightly bigger this morning. I dressed up and went to steal a cup coffee from Leon's first batch of the day and had a small breakfast with im. Leon was the quiet kind. I deemed him highly intelligent and with a fixed set of ethical guidelines. He rarely ever spoke up but if he made a comment on a subject, he always nailed it 100%. When I focused on him, I got only fragments, but his thoughts appeared calm and ordered focusing on his classes today. Well he wasn't a good test subject anyway. I knew his classes and to some extend him. I could have anticipated his thoughts and not really perceived anything. Also I found the idea strange, to poke around in other people's minds even more so, if it was for fun. And when I thought about my situation, my „theory” so to say about being able to, what? Read minds? I figured it was more important to shut this down if I wanted to be able to follow classes and pass exams. So again I pulled my senses back.

I went to campus later that day. Well what can I say? I should have practiced shutting my abilities down some more... The cacophony from yesterday seemed like a little dissonance in the distance compared to what I experienced on campus. Fragments of thoughts from hundreds of minds, fears, hopes and anger screamed at me in my mind. At first I couldn't shut it off at all. My first classes felt like a bad psychotrip. I couldn't distinguish spoken words from what happened in my mind. It was horrible, terrifying and exhausting at the same time. I used the first break I could get to leave campus for a small patch of woodland and got a little stoned. That and the seclusion seemed to help at first but when I returned, it all started anew. In fact the whole day was a nightmare and I was not entirely sure toking was a good idea in my situation so I decided to leave that aside for a few days. I even skipped beer. But that didn't improve my situation. What did help was meditation. Well of course I couldn't sit around all day meditating so that wasn't really an option. I noticed however that using my abilities as well as shutting them down actively put something of a strain on me. While meditating I could replenish my... I don't know... strength? So I meditated even more in the following days and surprisingly enough, I had it somewhat under control by Wednesday.

Leon was glad to see that I was feeling better obviously and so was I. Well until... On Wednesday was my martial arts class. I came home late from university and so I could not meditate long enough before training. Well, never mind, I'll manage. And I did, sort of. Training began and I again perceived fragmented thoughts and some feelings. I tried to shut it down and I did at first but I quickly realised during warming up, that I would face these disturbing sensations sooner or later. And more. As I grew mentally exhausted, I felt something else awakening alongside the now weak, weird energy in the centre of my body, or maybe the energy changed and shifted. I couldn't really tell at that time. I was practicing with a partner, an older guy, stronger and taller than me. He would strike me and my task was to deflect his energy and getting below his arm and wristlocking him. He struck, I evaded maybe a split second too late but still managed to deflect his blow. To give myself a little more time I used an atemi on his face and as I touched his face I felt my mind reach out to his. It felt like an electrical surge of some sort. The atemi distracted him better than I anticipated and I had all the time in the world to apply the wristlock technique. While I touched his wrist, there was prickling, sensation, like the electrical surge I felt when my atemi connected but building up. I began to feel stronger and satisfied with the technique. We practiced the same technique a few times more and I had the same sensation every time. When we were done, my partner looked tired, a little pale even, he was panting and considerably more sweating than I was. I was unsure if that was my doing but I had to admit, I felt quite refreshed - mentally. We changed partners regularly and I had the same result with the next two partners. while I felt even stronger and more refreshed than I did after a good meditation session. Then again, I couldn't really bear the thought that my partners whom I considered to be friends, felt sapped because of me. Although I couldn't be sure I tried to actively thwart this draining of energy as I did with perceiving thoughts and feelings. Well it worked and I saw my partners quickly recover turning back to normal. Training ended and until then I was actively trying not to drain anyone I touched. After training while taking a shower my feeling of strength finally receded to normal levels.

When I came home, Leon was gone. Instead I received a text message. It was from Mary: „Hey, you home? I'd like to talk to you in private.” „yeah sure, Leon's gone. Just come over whenever you want.”

I changed to something more comfortable and already heard the athletic blonde knock on our door. I let her in and since I was off **** we decided to go for something healthy instead. I wasn't sure about her intentions. We hadn't seen each other since I gave her that orgasm on Sunday and she stuttered. She felt obviously uneasy about something. But shy old me wasn't sure how to start the conversation either, so I tried and reached out with my mind. Eye contact apparently made it easier to focus on a person I noticed. She felt, or at least I think she felt, insecure, a little ashamed and uncomfortably under pressure. Her thoughts were running, she was in defense and felt obliged to do something she didn't want to do. She was thinking about relationships and how she felt unfit for any of that. After a few seconds of listening to her in my mind I felt secure enough and took initiative. „Look, it's okay Mary. It was just a fun evening. You are very attractive, I like you and I enjoyed doing that for you - nearly as much as you did. Well I... at least I hope you did. I mean I had the impression you did.” I began stuttering, unsure of where I was headed. „I know, you don't want a relationship, any relationship probably, so that's okay and to be...” „How could you possibly know how I feel about relationships, or anything really?” I felt anger growing inside her like a fire starting from glowing embers. Did I hit a sore point? „I am sorry... I didn't mean to... uhm offended you.” Now I was in defense and looking for a way to calm her. I was still connected to her and it happened again quite instinctively. I reached out to the glowing embers and cooled them, buried them deep within her thoughts and her breathing calmed down. She still looked at me like I stepped on her toes but she was closer to take it easy. „It's just”, I said, „I see you when we go out. You could have anyone if you wanted to, yet you decline every offer and turn away almost every ... admirer. If you wanted a relationship, I figured you would have one.” She sighed. „Okay, I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's... It's difficult and I don't want to talk about it, okay?” „Mary, to be completely honest, I have a girlfriend and although I really like you, I wasn't going to start something like that.” She smiled. „You player! And what does your lady think about that evening?” „Well I... We have sort of an open relationship”, I lied. „Ugh, shut up! You filthy liar! Change of topic! What's on TV?”

The rest of that evening was quite uneventful. Mary seemed intent on avoiding the topic of me licking her pussy. Leon came back, the two had some drinks. We played some darts and after having a longer phone call with Jaz I went to bed.