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Chapter 18

One Saturday in early March was the first time that Amelia and Jeremy could get together with Lynette and Tom for more than an evening’s date. At a rehearsal they had together earlier that week, Amelia had told Lynette that she had gotten an idea for Lynette and Tom to try with Jeremy and herself.

She told Lynette, “You know, when Kevin and Denise were trying to get our school to resist having to run the Naked in School Program last year, they had come up with the idea that the program they had worked on at Avery University could be used here. So they got Jeremy and me to be their guinea pigs to see how it could work.”

Amelia went on to briefly describe what they had done in that session where Kevin and Denise had led them through some touching and massage exercises. She thought it wise to skip over the erotic parts, however.

“Ask Tom if he’d be willing to do it with you, now that both of you’ve had some practice in meditation. Maybe you and he, when you do a kind of joint meditation together, can sense your own—or even each other’s—auras.”

Later at home that day, Lynette asked Tom what he thought about Amelia’s idea.

“Sure, it sounds like I could handle that, no problem,” he answered.

“Well, there’s something else,” Lynette told him. “She said the stuff they did with Kevin and Denise were while wearing... ah, brief clothing.”

“Umm, how brief?”

“A P.E. kit? Just shorts and tank top?” she answered.

“Well, okay, I guess. I wear that to run, you know.”

“Sweetie—just shorts and tank for you. No undies. I’ll be in shorts and bikini top.”

“Oh, wow. I don’t know... maybe... just the four of us?”

“Well, sure. You okay with it?”

“What the hell,” Tom sighed. “We’ll all still be covered, I guess. I wonder what she has in mind...?”

“It’s stuff that Kevin and Denise had done with their group at Avery University, she said, when they were working with some high school kids there. Amelia told me that she and Jeremy loved that session they did together, and they had only known each other two weeks then.”

“That’s fine,” Tom nodded. “I’m good.”

~~~~

Jeremy’s car stopped at the siblings’ home and Jeremy hopped out to get them. When he got to their door, Tom opened it.

“Got your kits?” he asked and Tom lifted to display the little duffel he was carrying.

Tom and Lynette left the house, locked it, and accompanied Jeremy to the car where they climbed into it; Mr Jones was again driving.

Lynette greeted him, “‘Morning, Mr Jones. Say, got a question. I’ve been thinking,” she smiled, “you’re in security and...”

Jones laughed. “I know your question, miss. You’re gonna ask if my partner is Mr Smith.”

Lynette giggled. “Um. Yeah.”

Jones nodded, grinning. “Well, no, I actually don’t have a partner named Smith, but,” he raised a finger, “I work in the Diplomatic Security Service section where our military intelligence attaché is named Smith. It’s Major Martha Smith. Does that count?”

Everyone laughed.

Jones went on, “We do get kidded about our names, actually. But I tell people that I’m careful never to wear all black clothes.”

The kids’ laughing increased.

When they arrived at Amelia’s house, she greeted them and led them down to the lower level, to a room which was fixed up like a little gym with a large open area in the center. On the floor were two large padded mats and there were a number of fat candles flickering around them. The scent of vanilla was in the air and soft music played in the background. Amelia was wearing a light tropical wrap which covered her shoulders and hung down to below her knees.

“Okay, you can get your kits off now and change into your P.E. duds,” Amelia told them. “The loo is over in the corner. Remember, we’re going commando for this.”

“Um, Amelia,” Tom said, “Lynette told me what you said about what we’re doing, but why do we need such brief outfits? It’s not like what we wore for the Avery class.”

She smiled. “It’s ‘cuz we need to show you stuff about enhancing the body’s sensitivity. That helps in focusing when we do the meditating part. Having too many clothes on blocks the energies from circulating freely. You okay with that?”

Tom shrugged, then said, “Sure... so far, anyway.”

They all got changed, taking turns in the bathroom, and Amelia slipped her wrap off after they had all joined her.

“We’ll begin with one of the first exercises in the Avery class,” Amelia instructed, “it’s part of the beginning bonding exercises. The hand-stroking part. You tried doing this, Tom, but you didn’t have any reaction to it, from what I heard. This exercise is all about sensual touching without any sexual contact and it usually results in very close feelings. Actors are taught to do this to get familiar with someone they don’t really know who’s playing in a romantic scene with them. So do you remember how to do this? You sit cross-legged with your knees touching and your eyes are closed. Tom, take Lynette’s right hand in both of yours and feel it all over; try to memorize what it feels like. Run your fingers over the back, the palms, and the fingers, while you relax and try to fix in your mind how her hand feels. Then you switch hands. After that, we’ll switch it around and Lynette will touch your hands. Okay, you can start.”

When they were done, Amelia asked them how it felt. “Tom, did that feel any different than with your Avery partner?”

Tom chuckled ruefully. “Like in a different universe... You know, Amelia, that Lynette and I’ve been stroking each other’s hands just like that since like forever, right?”

“You did mention that, actually,” she agreed.

“Before we even knew about the kissing and groping that teens do, Tom and I would sit like this and hold and stroke each other’s hands,” Lynette commented.

“Okay, we’ll move to a bit later in the Avery class exercises,” Amelia went on, “This part comes a bit after where you had to run out, Tom. You left when you had to sit very close to your partner. This part comes later in the class but you should be okay, since you’re doing this with Lynette. This exercise is where we really ramp up making a connection between the partners and it’s supposed to heighten your sensing of your body and also your partner’s. Watch how Jeremy and I kneel, facing each other, and then copy us.”

They knelt face to face, an arm’s length apart, and stared into each other’s eyes. Amelia glanced over at Tom and Lynette and saw that they had shifted into the same position.

“Next, Tom, put your right hand over Lynette’s heart; Lynette, do the same thing with Tom. Look into each other’s eyes and begin to do your meditation breathing, but keep aware of your partner’s breathing and breathe together. Try to let yourself feel each other’s aura—see if you can sense your partner’s energy. Let’s spend several minutes doing that. Just meditate and try to feel any energy flowing. After you spend several minutes doing that, see if you can project your feelings about each other using your eyes and whatever internal energy you feel you can pull up. Okay?”

They both grunted in affirmation and began concentrating. They spent about five minutes doing that and then Amelia spoke again. They both jumped a little in surprise when she broke their concentration.

“Feel anything, guys?” she asked.

Tom whispered, “Yeah... Kinda like a little string... a ribbon... wisp of smoke? inside me that seemed to connect to outside me. And in Lynette’s eyes, kinda like a feeling that I was falling into them.”

“Oh, good,” Amelia enthused. “Lynette?”

“Something like that, I guess. But I felt something different from Tom, like a big soft wave almost ready to crash over me...”

“Wonderful... Tom, I think you were projecting to Lynette, and she was making a connection too,” Amelia gushed. She continued, “The next step’s more intense. We don’t do this part in the Avery sessions ‘cuz it’s way too intimate, but it can really help make partners open to each other. You move a bit closer now and close your eyes. Now, as you meditate, use your palms to gently stroke each other’s chests. Feel the shape of each other’s chest by moving your hands all around, slowly up and down, across and around, all the while paying attention to their breathing. Try to sense how your partner feels. Open your minds to any thoughts and sensations that pop up.”

They began doing that, but then Lynette grunted, “Not working. Can I?” She slipped her hands under Tom’s tank top and began stroking his bare chest. “Better.”

Tom breathed, “It’s okay.”

Amelia glanced over and nodded to herself. “Lynette has the right idea, Tom,” she murmured. “Touch as much skin as you can and let your hands follow your partner’s curves.”

Lynette paused stroking Tom. “Your hands keep catching on my top, Tom. Can I take it off? Amelia, is that okay to do?”

Amelia asked, “You okay with that, Tom?”

He nodded absently, his eyes still closed, as Lynette quickly shed her top. They continued to caress each other’s chests for several minutes and then Amelia spoke again.

“You’re still breathing for each other, right? Keep listening to each other’s breathing; try to imagine that you’re breathing for them. Use your meditation breathing and try to sense the energies flowing around you. Now while you’re doing that, here’s the next step. Try to put yourself in your partner’s body. Imagine, Tom, that Lynette’s stroking your boobies, you have a girl’s chest instead of your own chest. Use your recollection of how her breasts felt in your hands, feel her hands on you, and let your imagination become your reality. Lynette, do the same. Try to put yourself in Tom’s body. Don’t force anything; just let your thoughts glide along while you keep up the breathing. Let’s keep meditating and breathing for each other for a while.”

They spent about five minutes doing that and then Amelia broke the silence again.

“Now see if you can do this: as you stroke each other, cup your hands a bit and imagine you’re drawing a little bit of energy out of each other’s body to hold in your palm. See if you can feel it gathering there, as you caress each other.”

After several minutes, Lynette gasped softly. “I felt like a tingling in my hand! This is so cool!”

“Good, now keep it up,” Amelia whispered.

A few minutes later, Amelia broke the silence. “Tom, did you feel anything?”

“Not sure; maybe a little tingle like Lynette said. But I did feel something like a warm sensation washing over my head and chest toward the end. And suddenly it flowed all over me and I got... err... hot... oh, god...”

Amelia looked at him and softly cheered, “Hey... sweet,” and giggled.

Lynette looked down at the front of Tom’s shorts and saw a distinct bulge projecting there. She giggled too.

Then Amelia laughed. “Guys, you’re brill, you’re really getting it. You’re sensing each other and that’s showing up in physical reactions in both of you—Tom especially. Let’s see if we can build on that now. Kevin showed us how to do this and told us it’s from a tantric exercise—Jeremy and I think it’s pretty intense. Still on your knees, you’ll need to get your bodies as close as possible but don’t touch each other. Keep your torsos erect, like in a straight line from your chin to your knees. Watch how Jeremy does it.”

Jeremy knee-walked up very close to Amelia and circled his arms around her as in a hug, but without touching her anywhere, while he moved his head so that the left side of his face almost touched Amelia’s cheek; his lips were next to her ear.

“See? Can you copy that?”

Tom muttered, “Yeah,” and moved into the same position.

Amelia looked and was satisfied. “Now try not to touch. And keep your eyes closed. What you do now is your meditation breathing, deep and slow, and follow along with each other’s breathing, like you’re breathing for your partner. Remember that the special breathing that you do in meditation is to help stimulate the body’s energy flows. Keep making believe that you’re breathing for each other. And try to keep your arms up—that takes concentration. Let me know when your arms get tired.”

A little over five minutes later, Tom sat back on his heels. “Oofff!” he sighed. “Enough!”

Amelia looked at him. “Get tired?”

“No... that was... wow... I didn’t get tired at the end but I had this intense desire to hug Lynette, like I was becoming part of her...”

Lynette glanced down at Tom and got a huge smile. “Honey, another part of you liked doing that too. I felt that thing brushing against me.”

Tom blushed as he tried to hide the large bulge that was tenting the front of his shorts.

Amelia said, “Let’s switch, then Lynette can tell us how it felt. Lynette, do the same position, okay?”

Lynette took the pose and they kept the posture for about five minutes again before she sat back with a sigh. Her face and upper body were flushed.

Jeremy grinned at her. “I see you felt something, Lynette. Did you make a connection with Tom?”

Lynette shuddered. “Damn. The strain of not being able to touch... Shit, that was like... well, kinda like sex foreplay, you know? My body is... pulsing. It felt like Tom and I were merging somehow...”

When Lynette pulled away, Tom groaned and shifted his legs to hide the tent in his shorts.

“A bit horny, Tom?” Jeremy grinned. “That’s how tantra works. It really builds up the energies and sexual energies are the strongest, but freeing them up like we’re doing lets us tap the energies easier.”

Tom was sweating perceptibly now and Lynette whispered in his ear, “Can you take your top off?”

He looked up and first became aware that he had been facing away from the other couple for a while now. Glancing behind him at Jeremy and Amelia, he noticed for the first time that Lynette—no, all of them were topless! His mind spun and a million thoughts raced through it. But then he realized that he was kneeling right there with them next to him and their partial nudity hadn’t affected him at all; in fact, it seemed somehow right to be unclothed like that. He pulled off his top.

Amelia glanced at him. “Tom, you still okay so far?”

He nodded jerkily.

“Good. Jeremy, wanna lead them now? Seated embrace and then massage?” Amelia asked. “This feels so good I won’t be able to speak.”

Lynette giggled.

Jeremy answered, “Sure, darling. Okay, now, Tom, move around and sit behind Lynette with your chest against her back. Lynette, lean back against Tom.”

They did.

“Now this works like the other exercises with doing the breathing and touch. In the Avery classes, we do something sorta like this but not as intense. Tom, you wrap your arms around Lynette and gently rest your hands on the top part of her breasts. Lynette, put your hands on the backs of Tom’s hands. Keep your eyes closed and lean into each other, listening for each other’s heartbeat and breathe together. Let your thoughts flow together. Sense each other’s breathing and heartbeats. Pull into each other and try to sense each other’s energies.”

After a while, Jeremy told them to relax. “One of the best ways to help the body’s energies circulate is by using massage. There are all types of massages that are done—some are sexual, but most are therapeutic or sensual. Um, Amelia honey, is the oil all set?”

“Warming in the pan in the sink,” she said, and got up and fetched the pan of water. “The oil is to lubricate your skin ‘cuz it makes it easier to slide your hands. Also it helps to make a sensual feeling.”

She put the pan down between the mats and sat down again in front of Jeremy. There were two squirt bottles in the pan.

Jeremy took a bottle and handed it to Tom. “Take this and keep it near. You need to use plenty of oil. First we’ll do a hand massage and for this, let’s stay seated like we were. Lynette, just lean back again. Tom, get some oil and take Lynette’s right hand in yours—then with your left hand, spread the oil slowly all over the back of her hand, over her palm and each of her fingers. Massage her hand and fingers and use slow, deliberate movements. Switch hands when you’re done.”

Tom worked on Lynette’s hands for several minutes and then Jeremy told them to change around, Lynette should massage Tom’s hands.

“Feel nice?” Jeremy asked after several minutes and looked at the couple, who seemed to be completely zoned out.

“Uh. Oh,” Tom grunted. “Wow, that was... amazing.”

“Yeah, really,” Lynette agreed.

Amelia giggled, “Oh, it’s ace that your tops are off ‘cuz we can do the seated massage properly now. Tom, back up just a tiny bit and get your palms wet with oil. Now put them on Lynette’s arms and rub them up to her shoulders, down her sides, around her tummy, up her chest, and back to the arms. Cover her whole front and sides with oil as you massage her gently. Just press in but softly, and move slowly. You never hurry in a massage. Let’s do this for a while. Keep your hands wet with oil.”

Soon Lynette was cooing and sighing as Tom sensuously stroked her.

After several minutes, Jeremy began speaking. “Now we’ll shift to her back. Lynette, you’ll need to budge forward a tad so Tom can massage your back. Tom, you’ll do her whole back. Take lots of oil and start at her shoulders. Then slide your hands down her sides, go across her lower back, and then up, a hand on each side of her spine. Don’t rub right on top of the spine itself. Use a bit more pressure than you used on her front and keep your hands moving steadily and firmly. Cover her whole back—you can change directions once or twice too. Do about ten rounds, okay?”

After Tom had worked on Lynette’s back for a few minutes, Jeremy saw that she was totally relaxed with her eyes closed; her arms hung loosely from her shoulders. After ten circuits of massaging Lynette’s back, Tom paused and looked up.

Amelia asked, “Lynette? You awake?”

Lynette giggled softly.

“Feels so, so good, right?” Amelia grinned.

Lynette stretched. “Aaahhh, that was so good.”

Amelia whispered with Jeremy for a minute, and then Jeremy spoke. “Let’s switch things around a bit now. Let’s go back to the kneeling meditation—but with a little change. You’ll kneel like before, but your arms are different. We’ll show you.”

Jeremy sank to his knees, shins on the mat with his body erect while Amelia knelt before him. He rested his arms on her shoulders and she overlapped her arms on his, her forearms on his shoulders. Then they leaned forward so their heads were close.

“That’s how we’ll be,” Jeremy said as they separated.

Amelia giggled, “But to do this part right, we’ll need complete concentration, so I’ve got some blindfolds to wear.” She picked them up. “Let’s put them on.”

Lynette stood up and took a blindfold and passed it to Tom. He slipped it on as he moved onto his knees but Amelia stopped Lynette before she took her place in front of Tom.

Amelia whispered, “Let me do this with him first, okay? I want to try something. Stay close behind him and be quiet. If you need to answer him, keep your head right next to mine.”

Lynette nodded and Amelia moved in front of Tom and knelt. She nodded to Jeremy.

Jeremy spoke, “Okay, get close and put your arms on your partner’s shoulders. Good. Like we did before, do your meditation breathing; do the ‘Om’ chanting like you learned in taekwondo, and listen to the other’s breathing and concentrate on trying to sense your partner’s energies. Make believe you’re breathing for your partner.”

After a minute, Jeremy moved to Lynette and leaned down to her. He whispered, “Can you carefully pull Tom’s shorts down while I’m speaking? He looks like he’s in the zone. I’ll let you know when.”

She looked at him wide-eyed but then she nodded.

“If he startles, Amelia will hug him and reassure him,” Jeremy breathed in her ear. “Follow Amelia’s lead but move very slowly.”

She nodded again.

Jeremy returned to his place and continued softly, “Concentrate on breathing, in through the nose; out through the mouth. You’re meditating and trying to feel your partner’s energies and thoughts. Keep up your chanting and breathing and get lost in....”

He kept up the droning monologue and then nodded to Lynette. She reached forward and softly pulled Tom’s waistband down, sliding his shorts very slowly over his hips. Amelia, not wearing a blindfold, nodded encouragingly and moved her head close to Tom’s ear, exaggerating her breathing slightly as a distraction. Tom’s penis was erect and throbbing and Lynette had to stretch the waist to get the shorts over it. Twice Tom’s breathing changed and Lynette halted, then continued when his breathing resumed. Now his shorts were lying pooled at his knees, and Jeremy quickly moved behind Amelia and pulled down her bottoms.

Then Amelia pulled herself into Tom in an embrace and, mimicking Lynette’s lower voice, whispered in his ear, “Hold me close and open yourself to me...”

“Wha... what’s going on? Lynette?...”

Jeremy continued, “Doin’ fine, Tom... Try to lose yourself in the sensation of a warm body pressed against you and keep doing your chanting and meditation breathing with your partner...”

Amelia breathed in Tom’s ear, still mimicking Lynette, “Ssshhh, just breathe with me, it’s still me, sweetie, let yourself relax...”

She pressed herself into Tom and his erection slid against her tummy.

Tom’s mind was so flooded with sensation that he couldn’t process them all, but he sensed...

“Um, my shorts... where...?”

He started to pull back but Lynette put her head next to Amelia’s and said softly in his ear, “You’re right here with me, darling, you’re safe with people who love you.”

“But... but... Lynette? Who...? Who’s holding me? Uuhhh... something’s wrong.” he muttered.

He pulled his arm away from Amelia and began to reach for his blindfold. Amelia took his arm, stopping him, and she nodded to Lynette.

Picking up the prompt, Lynette whispered again, “Nothing’s wrong, darling. Just relax, breathe, chant, and try to feel my thoughts.”

“But my shorts...”

“Sshhhh,” she urged, “they don’t matter... just relax.”

Jeremy moved closer. “Tom, Amelia’s gonna come real close to you now, okay?” and motioned Lynette to slide closer behind Tom and to put her hands around him while Amelia moved her head to speak in Tom’s other ear.

While both girls stroked Tom’s body, one in front and the other at his back, Amelia began speaking in a very soft voice.

“Denise told me about an awful thing that happened to her, Tom, when she was thirteen or fourteen. Her mom’s boyfriend tried to rape her—he pushed her onto her bed and pulled her clothes off. After that happened, she was terrified about her body being exposed. About a year or two later, she panicked when they tried to strip her in school—just like you, right? You panic at the idea of nudity?”

Tom’s mind was swirling with all kinds of sensations but he was able to choke out, “Uh, yeah...”

Amelia continued, “She told me about how a therapist helped her recall all about what happened and doing that helped her come to grips with her panic. So I thought of having us do something like that. I know you told us that you don’t remember what caused your own panic about nudity, but I have a very strong feeling that something happened to cause it.”

Tom started to speak but she shushed him, “Sshhh. Wait. Listen. Keep your meditation breathing going but let’s stop the chanting now.”

She went on, “I’ve felt a really dark blockage in your spirit, like your energies are bottled up in there. Remember, we talked about it when we got together that first time. But today, you seemed to sense Lynette and she could sense you, so I know that you are responding, even if it’s just a little bit. What we need to do now is to challenge you—stress you, and you gotta be strong, okay?—to push you to remember stuff. You can do this ‘cuz I know that you’re strong, aren’t you. No one’s forcing you to do this, you’re safe here; you won’t be hurt, and all of us love you. You okay so far?”

Tom grunted a reluctant assent.

Amelia took a deep breath and looked at Jeremy, who nodded encouragement. “Okay, first let’s get shot of the blindfold,” she whispered.

She slipped it off him and Tom looked at her and gasped. “It’s you I’ve been hugging! Fuck! You’re naked too!”

She nodded, smiling gently. “And see, nothing bad happened to you either, right?”

Tom started to shake and Lynette tightened her arms around him from behind. “It’s okay, darling, you’re doing great. Close your eyes and breathe deeply.”

“Lynette, scoot over a bit to your right,” Amelia said gently. “Tom, keep your eyes closed and sit back crosslegged—you know, sit like an Indian. Lynette, sit behind him, lean against his back, and hug him tight to your chest. Tom, Lynette won’t let anything bad happen, you know that, okay. Can you both begin your breathing together again? Try to sense each other’s thoughts again—be one with each other. Meanwhile, I’m gonna shift over a bit. Don’t be alarmed at what I do, Tom; keep your eyes closed.”

She let the two begin breathing and waited a couple of minutes, gently encouraging them. Then she swung herself out of her squat, moved her legs over Tom’s, and slid into his lap with her bottom sitting on Tom’s inner thighs.

He grunted in surprise as she moved onto him but she shushed him as she leaned in to embrace him.

“It’s okay, sweetie, we need to be close for this to work, I think. Tom, don’t forget to breathe with Lynette. Can you reach up to hug me? Let’s make a girl sandwich with a Tom filling.”

Lynette laughed then and Tom smiled faintly. Amelia could feel him trembling.

“Tom, you’re doin’ really great! Hug me and let’s all try to breathe together,” Amelia prompted.

Jeremy scooted over to the three and knelt down at Tom’s side, slipping an arm around Tom’s shoulder.

“I’m here for you too, Tom,” he whispered. “Remember your breathing and I’ll keep you safe from the girls.”

Tom chuckled at that comment while the girls giggled. Amelia wiggled her hips in Tom’s lap and her groin slid right into Tom’s crotch, pressing against his firm erection and holding it up between their bellies.

Tom jerked and opened his eyes. “God, Amelia, no!” he huffed.

She pulled tighter to him. “Tom, you need this closeness so we can all share our energies. Can you feel all of our energies flowing now? They are and you’re doing just brilliant. Let go, try to ignore it’s me ‘cuz Lynette’s part of us too. Let your thoughts go like you did when we did that no-touch hugging. Close your eyes, relax, and let’s all breathe together. Let’s do the ‘Om’ chanting again, now, okay? And try to sense everyone’s energies. They’re flowing all around us now.”

For the next several minutes, they all chanted “Oommmm, oommmm,” and then Amelia, her chest pressed into Tom’s, began speaking quietly in his ear.

“Tom, think back to when you were in that head teacher’s office and he told you to strip.” Tom jerked slightly and caught his breath. “Ssshhh. Keep chanting ‘Om,’ Tom, you’re safe right here now, you’re not back in your past. Nobody can hurt you here; you know that you’re safe. Let yourself, in the safety of our arms, think of what you were feeling, and know that you’re safe with us.”

He shivered but kept breathing and resumed the chant.

“Good, Tom,” Amelia crooned. “Think back now; think about how your body felt when you knew you were in danger. Remember that this time you’re completely safe, with people who love you. Your body knows it’s safe now; we’re holding you tight and we’re all breathing along with you, sharing your breath. Nothing bad can happen now.”

Tom’s muscles strained and he moaned.

“Breathe deeply, Tom,” Amelia sang softly. “Let your mind travel back to when you got panicked. You’re in no danger, so your body should be relaxed as we caress it. See, feel this.”

Amelia ground her pelvis against Tom, pushing her mons into his erection. He groaned as his penis grew harder.

“I want to free your kundalini shakti, Tom,” Amelia explained softly; “remember, in your training we spoke about the body’s chakrahs. Your channels are blocked and the kundalini energies are all bottled up; they’re the strongest and we need to release them. Their root is in the pelvis. But try not to think of that. Think of how your body is telling you that it’s totally safe so you can let your mind return to that time and nothing bad will happen. Try to keep breathing with us, while you tell me what you recall.”

Tom took several deep breaths and haltingly began. “I was in there... teachers were coming for me... there was like a darkness hovering over me... I remember a pressure... my chest ... a danger, like I couldn’t breathe...”

“You can breathe now, Tom; keep breathing with our chants. See, there’s no danger now. Where was the darkness? Did you see it or feel it?”

Tom exhaled sharply, shivered, and took another deep breath and resumed the breathing. Lynette hugged him reassuringly.

“Ahhh, the darkness... it was in my mind... I could see fine, but it was like my breathing—oh yeah, I was afraid to breathe ‘cause I knew that I’d drown—yeah, it was like that... I was drowning... when they were pulling off my jacket. The blackness... darkness... I was sinking and water was going over my head. Yeah, I had to keep my clothes! My clothes! That was how I could stay alive!”

These last words were almost a shout and Tom was sitting up, his muscles rigid.

Amelia hugged Tom tighter. “Sshhhh. Relax, deep breaths; you’re safe here now. Look, you’re naked and you’re not drowning, right? See, we’re all naked here, there’s nobody else, and you’re still safe.”

Tom glanced around; none of them were wearing any clothes. His mind clenched in fear, but then he realized that there was no reaction from his body—no symptoms of anxiety, let alone panic. Then he was aware of his throbbing penis trapped firmly between his belly and the stunning young girl—someone not his lover—sitting naked in his lap.

Shit, he thought, as his body bucked and his penis throbbed, what the fuck is going on?

Amelia was trying to get his attention. She pulled his chin up to her face and kissed him on the lips. She now had his instant attention. He looked at her in shock.

“Good. You’re back, sweetie. You just let go of a big chunk of your fear, that was fantastic; I felt a whole bunch of your energies move just then. Your cock is a great barometer,” Amelia giggled. She went on softly, intent now. “Why do you think you felt like you were drowning? How do you know how that feels?”

“Uumm, I did almost drown, Amelia. I was little, maybe seven or eight, not any older. Some big boys threw me in a swimming pool. My dad told me that I went to the hospital; I had inhaled a lot of water.”

“Oohh,” Amelia gasped. “Awful... Was that the worst thing that ever happened to you that you can remember?”

“Damn straight. Deep water still scares me. I don’t do swimming.”

Amelia was thoughtful. “Tom, you cried out that keeping your clothes would keep you from drowning. What does that mean? How would it help?”

Tom shook his head. “Huh. Jeez, I don’t know where that came from.”

“You were remembering what you were feeling in that head teacher’s office... Oh, my.... Oh my god. Yes, this must be it,” Amelia mused wonderingly. Then to the others, “Guys, let’s all get back into the meditation mood again, can we? This part is gonna be tougher but I’m certain we’re almost done.”

They all settled back into position again; but this time Amelia had Lynette swap positions with her. Tom had no objection to her sitting with her vulva pressed right up against his penis, which had lost only a little of its stiffness. Lynette giggled as she wiggled her groin against him and Tom gave her a little smirk as he felt her squeeze his rigid organ between their bellies. Then they settled in, everyone holding each other closely again, and they resumed the group meditation chant. Amelia softly prompted them to resume their breathing.

After several minutes, she began whispering, “Tom, imagine you’re the little boy at that pool. What kind of day was it... a hot, sunny day? Was it crowded there? Who was with you? How were you dressed? Set the scene for me.”

“Umm, yeah, let’s see. It was hot and crowded. I had... um, board shorts on. I was with Danny and Josh and Josh’s mom—they were my school friends back then. Oh yeah, his mom had us keep our shirts on; it was real sunny and she didn’t think the sun lotion would be enough. Josh burned easy, I think I remember. A lot of kids were on the pool deck, running and messing around, and no one was watching, I think. I mean, the guards should keep kids from running...”

“That’s right, they should, Tom,” Amelia encouraged. “Let’s keep up the breathing, everyone. Help Tom; send him your energies. Tell me, do you remember what you and your friends were doing?”

“Well, not really—um, we didn’t go into the pool... oh yeah. I couldn’t swim—I never learned how—but the shallow end was real busy, so we were goin’ to the splash pool. Then... umm ... oh yeah ... on the way, we passed some older kids, three of them, maybe 12, yeah, they were 12, Dad told me afterwards. They were harassing a girl. She was a little younger than them.... Oh shit, I never remembered about this part happening with that girl before—I told the kids to quit bothering her or I’d tell the guards and they’d get kicked out of the pool.”

Lynette chuckled, “Always the white knight coming to the damsel’s rescue, even as a kid. That’s just one reason why I love ‘im.”

Amelia nodded. “Brilliant. You’re doing great, Tom. Don’t forget your breathing. That’s right, in and out... Can you remember how you felt when you told off those kids? Did they stop bothering the girl? Try to put your mind into your eight-year-old self.”

Tom resumed his recollection. After a minute, he said, “Umm... Shit, it’s real hard remembering that now, it’s a stretch. I think they stopped... oh yeah, right, what happened was they had the girl cornered against a fence. They stopped harassing her when they turned around to tell me to mind my business. That’s when she slipped away. She, um, I think she smiled at me as she ran away but then one of the guys pushed me down. They were much bigger and I remember being scared then.”

“Okay, good, keep searching your thoughts. You got scared but you were really brave to stand up to bigger kids for a stranger like that. Those were the boys who threw you in the pool? Do you remember any of that?”

“No,” Tom said sadly. “That’s when my thoughts get all jumbled together.”

“Okay,” Amelia soothed him, “no problem; let’s just sit here and be happy we’re here together. I feel good vibes from you, Tom, way better than before. How about a bit more meditating; let’s add some skin stimulation. I’ll massage your back... hey, Lynette, wanna try something awesome?”

“Sure. You’re the awesome one, Amelia. I can’t believe how you’re doing this...”

“Aw, I just had Denise as my wonderful teacher. She’s totally unique. My real soul sister. Try this—spread a bunch of oil on your titties and while I massage Tom’s back, massage his chest with yours.”

“Wow, okay.”

“I’m in a real girl sandwich now,” Tom joked.

“Yeah, babe, you’re the meat,” Lynette smirked and the others chuckled.

“Hey Tom, you still got work to do,” Amelia chided, smiling at him. “While we’re making you into a cozy sandwich, try to lose yourself to your younger self. Don’t try to think of memories, try to think of sensations. While we’re giving you pleasure, see if you can imagine anger, fear, dread, apprehension, vulnerability, helplessness, and see if any of those emotions match something you can recall. That’s tough to do but you have the strength for it now. I feel a new confidence in you; do you feel it too? See just how far you’ve come!”

Tom smiled and nodded. He actually had felt a sudden surge of confidence—and affection, no, love, wash over him, for Amelia, Jeremy too, for how they had taken him and Lynette into their confidence and friendship. And Lynette was so right; Amelia was a truly awesome person. He let his mind begin to drift into a meditative state and, ignoring—not quite—the double-sided erotic massage he was getting, he tried to sense the emotions which Amelia had suggested. Helplessness, yes, that felt right. Vulnerability? Possible but uncertain. Anger, not so much, but fright, yes, the fear was strong... yes, it was so strong that he shivered when he tested that one in his mind. Gradually a hazy picture began to coalesce. A tendril of memory began to form; two of the boys were grabbing at him—he sensed an increasing fear—as in his mind he saw himself running to a guard station, passing the chairs where he had left his stuff. Damn, his friend’s mom wasn’t there. Cold hands were on him then—he sensed helplessness now.

What happened when they grabbed him? Were his friends were nearby? He couldn’t recall. Suddenly: an overwhelming wave of both fear and helplessness crashed into his consciousness. It came in a huge rush. He felt the sensations completely envelop him; it was an overwhelming, overpowering emotion. The boys were too strong. He was totally helpless... vulnerable... They...

Suddenly Tom jerked and snapped out of his reverie.

“OH! They STRIPPED me!” he shouted.

Lynette sat back and grabbed his shoulders. “What? Who stripped you?” she exclaimed.

“Those kids—it’s starting to come to me,” Tom panted, tears running down his cheeks. “Shit, I was totally helpless, one kid was holding my arms over my head, another was pulling my shirt off. Another held my legs. They were laughing, something like ‘let’s strip the stupid kid and steal his clothes’; then one of them pulled off my shorts and I was naked. Yeah, I think I was thrashing around and we must have been close to the edge of the pool ‘cause the next thing I remember is the water closing over my head. OH DAMN, it’s like I felt in that school office, the water’s coming to drown me! Oh god, the water, everything’s turning all black—can’t breathe... it HURTS!”

Lynette pulled him into a hug as Tom began sobbing; Amelia hugged him from behind.

“Tom, listen, you’re safe now,” Amelia whispered in his ear as she held him tightly. “No one can hurt you like that here; you’re safe now. You got the demons out; now you know why being naked scares you so. Your body remembered how it felt but your mind didn’t know why. Your body reacted to the stimulus of seeing nudity by triggering a panic reaction. It’s a textbook example; we learned about that stuff in our psych class last term. Try to breathe deeply and let your body’s reaction to your new memories work itself out. Your body knows you’re safe now. Breathe deeply with us, okay?”

The girls kept holding Tom as his breathing slowed down until he was again breathing deeply.

Lynette whispered, “Just relax, darling, it’s all over now and it’s all good.” Her heart felt like it had swelled to fill the room.

Amelia whispered to Lynette urgently, “Lynette, we’ve got to make this time into a wonderful memory for both Tom’s mind and body now! Keep embracing him, but watch me and Jeremy.”

She rose and took Jeremy’s hand. “Quickly. Yab-yum posture just like they’re in,” she whispered to him.

Jeremy swiveled around, crossing his legs like Tom was sitting, and Amelia sat on his lap facing him, but she wrapped her legs around Jeremy’s hips and pressed the soles of her feet together.

“Lynette, look, snuggle close, with your feet like mine,” Amelia instructed. “Press your groin into Tom’s, put your foreheads together, and look into each other’s eyes as you breathe together. Let’s do that for a few minutes, we’ll meditate together and try to sense the other’s energies. Jeremy, you know what to do next when they’re ready.”

Tom and Lynette were sighing softly when Jeremy began speaking.

“Amelia’s really zoned out now, so let me tell you how to take this from a passive pose to an active one. Tom, hold onto Lynette’s arse cheeks, pull her in to press her clit against the underside of your cock. Use your thighs to gently slide her groin up and down, keeping your cock in contact with her. Breathe together and kiss each other too. The breathing together makes it work better. Let’s do this for a minute or two and then we’ll do the next part.”

Soon Lynette was squirming and gasping at the intense sensations. Amelia was too, and Jeremy resumed, “Intense, isn’t it? There’s more. Tom, you know how to tighten your pelvic muscles?”

Tom grunted assent.

“Good, so when we start, you’ll do that, and keep pulling on those muscles as you inhale—take a deep long breath in and tighten them as much as you can. Also try to use your diaphragm to pull in and then hold for as long as you can. When you have to let go, you’ll rotate your hips a few times and consciously be aware that as you exhale, you’re letting your energy flow through your groin and into the rest of your body.

“And Lynette, what you’ll do is the same as Tom, but you’re pulling in on the muscles around your vagina. When Tom rotates his hips, press your groins together and swing your hips along with him. Okay, let’s do that, but again, don’t forget to do your breathing at the same time.”

The two couples spent a couple of minutes rubbing their crotches together until Tom began to mumble, “Shit, gonna cum...”

Jeremy chuckled. “Okay, maybe that’s a bit too much intensity. Let’s just embrace and sit still like before, foreheads together and breathing. Cool down a bit. Then we’ll do the next part.”

Lynette gasped, “There’s more? Fuck!”

Jeremy laughed. “No, not doing that here, I don’t think. But yes, there’s more. What we’re doing is actually part of tantric sex.”

“Oh, I heard something of that. Don’t know much about it, though,” Tom panted as he tried to tamp his lust down and get control over his body.

Amelia spoke, but weakly, “Damn. Tantra gets me so horny. Guys, if you want, we can arrange a session...” she giggled.

“Okay,” Jeremy said, “Let’s meditate for a couple of minutes now. Keep the pelvic pressure going too.”

They were quiet, but after a half minute, Lynette began kissing Tom ardently and began rubbing herself on his penis again.

“Okay guys,” Jeremy said, looking at them, “This’ll probably be the finale, judging how stressed you two look. Lynette, lock your legs now and both of you lean back like Amelia and I are doing. Put your hands flat on the mat behind you. Tom, raise your arse slightly up off the mat. Okay, that looks good. Now keeping your groins interlocked together, use them as a pivot and swing your bodies side to side like this.”

He and Amelia began swinging their hips from side to side; Tom and Lynette copied the motion as they stared into each other’s eyes.

They could only keep the motion up for a little over a minute when Tom’s penis suddenly erupted; with a deep grunt, he sent a geyser of cum onto his and Lynette’s bellies. A few seconds later, Lynette’s face and chest turned a bright pink and she gasped, “Oh, fuck,” and dropped onto her back. The mat under Tom’s thighs was soaked; it looked like Lynette had actually squirted.

Jeremy and Amelia had also gotten their “happy ending,” and Jeremy reached over to a stack of towels strategically placed next to their mat. He tossed several to the siblings.

Amelia grinned at them, her eyes heavy-lidded. “I know something happened over there.”

“Shit, yeah, it sure did,” Tom puffed.

“Come slide over here, stud,” she told him, stretching out her arms.

Tom slid over to her and she embraced him as they sat on the mat, side by side.

“Breathe together with me now,” she murmured, and they did, embracing together for several minutes.

Then Tom broke away. “Oh shit... that was so intense. I smelled lavender. Were you thinking...?”

Amelia clapped her hands in joy. “You did it, Tom! I could sense only a shadow of the blockage that I felt in you before, and you felt my energies too. Jeremy says he smells lavender when we’re sharing our bodies.”

Lynette smiled, “Amelia, you’re a miracle worker, you know. How you knew what to do...”

Amelia blushed. “I’m so glad. It’s a gift, I guess... I’ve always been empathic but Denise, Kevin too, helped me learn to use it. It’s why I’m good at acting—I project my emotions to the audience and they get caught up in my character. I’m so happy I could help you and Tom. I sense both of you have that gift too, and maybe I can help you learn to use it as well.”

“But what happened to me just then, Amelia? I never came so hard as I did then. I saw stars and fireworks!”

She laughed. “Yeah, when Kevin and Denise showed us the yab-yum pose, it happened to us too. Still does. Kevin told us that that posture energizes and brings out the body’s kundalini energy. He told us that it’s the body’s strongest energy and just about the best way to bring it out is how we did it.”

At that point the siblings realized that they were sitting there chatting while totally naked and both began to feel a little self-conscious. Lynette chuckled when she noticed Tom furtively glancing around, trying to locate his shorts.

Tom blushed. “Hey, a lifetime of modesty is hard to get over,” he complained.

Amelia said, decisively, “But your need for modesty’s over for you, Tom. You’re free now.”

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