This is a vignette about the telepathic memory that Zared would like to forget. It will help the next part of A New Hero make more sense. This story is PG-13.
A New Hero: Intrusion
I'd like to thank TOC for reading this story. Thanks Ann.
Zared is the oldest child of Clark Kent and Lois Lane Kent. <Around words indicate telepathic thought>
Excerpt from A New Hero:
Zared was thinking of his dad... then thought of that, oh, so intimate telepathic memory. He started to blush. He tapped lightly on his forehead. No no no no no no.... He couldn't think about that.
Intrusion: A vignette.....
Zared was almost 14 years old. And he liked girls. A lot. He often thought about sex. What teenage male didn't? He imagined what it would be like to be with a woman. He knew the technicalities - the basics, anyway, but surely there was more to it. He imagined touching what lay beneath those lacy bras he'd seen advertised... or like the ones he'd seen hanging in the laundry room. Touching her. Touching her everywhere. What would that be like?
He was sitting in bed reading. He had 'borrowed' one of his mom's romantic novels. Of course mom didn't know he'd 'borrowed' it. He'd never admit reading such a book He hoped it was one that mom called 'steamy'. Yeah, this was getting good. Maybe he'd learn something from this book, after all.
The hero of the story was kissing the heroine. He began to dream he was the hero of the story. ...Kissing her on the lips. Oh, my. ...Kissing her behind her ear in that special spot. ...Kissing her neck as she exposed it for more. What did she look like? No matter. It was dark. And he was the hero. She was the heroine. Then *she* began kissing him, tasting his mouth. Oh, that was...
He trailed kisses down her neck and on the exposed skin that was not covered by her blouse. Ooooh my.... This was good. He had to find more of mom's books. Ohhh... And then.. the lacy bra was no more. *She* wanted more. Oh, this is heavenly. *I* want more.
She pushed him on his back. She ran her hands up and down his smooth, muscular chest. She did magical things. He sighed. He felt *so* good. He'd never imagined anything like this. And he especially hadn't imagined what happened next. He didn't know how much more he could take. There were things in this book that he had not thought of in any of his musings. Yes, there were some very interesting things in this book. He was breathing fast. Ohhhhhhhhhh.... It had never been like this when he'd been alone .... never like this. More.... More, he wanted more. Where *did* mom get these books?
He lay there for just a moment then turned his attention back to her. He thought he must be in heaven. So much to explore. He ran his hand over the softness... such softness. Oh, this was definitely more than he could have imagined. Ohhhh... He briefly stopped. Oh, no, I liked... I... Oh, wait. Even better... Oh, but that was nice, and *she* some how seemed to be enjoying it more than he. Mmmm....
More! More! He bit his lower lip. She pulled him to her. Oh, she was so soft. He began kissing her. Her lips. Her eyes. Her ear lobes. Oh, this was glorious. They both moaned. She had such long, beautiful legs... Oh, that felt so... Oh, my. I could never have imagined. Oh, this book.... Ahhhhh..... This was fantastic. Zared thought this must be the most wonderful thing he'd ever experienced. He held her enjoying the smell and feel of her. Mmmm... "Let's do this again..." That voice? ...seemed familiar? Then he said, "Oh, Lois. That was...." He sighed happily.
No, no, ohhhh, noooo! Lois? Lois!! The book didn't have a Lois. *Mom*? He looked back down to the pages of the book. None of what he had just 'read' was there. He'd... he'd..... He'd felt glorious. He just lay back on the bed and threw the book across the room. This can't be. Oh, please tell me that what just happened isn't what I think just happened. Oh, noooo. Oh, no.
Clark still held Lois in his arms. He raised his head off the pillow. <Zared?>
<Oh, no no no no... Not now... Go away. Go away. Go away. I don't want to talk to you. Go away.>
Clark decided to leave Zared be for the moment. But wait, had he... Did what he think just happen, happen? He peaked into Zared's mind without his awareness. Yeah. It'd happened. Oh, poor, Zared... He couldn't help but grin as he looked at Lois. "Lois you aren't gonna believe what just happened....."
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They talked seriously for a while and they giggled thinking how embarrassed their poor boy must be. It's not like he'd done it on purpose. They were mildly embarrassed but they were old enough to understand these things. After they talked, they resumed their previous activities. <Zared?> Good. He was asleep now. After all, thirty minutes ago he'd been in heaven. He smiled and began to tickle Lois and then they both giggled even more.
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Zared would talk to neither of his parents for the next week. Clark and Lois were doing a good job of acting like nothing had happened, but Zared just stayed in his room.
Zared was in such mental pain. If Clark or Lois tried to talk to him, he would just cover his head with his pillow, saying, "Go 'way, go' way, go away, just go away...." The harder he tried not to think about... about.... Oh, those memories. He felt... No, no, no, no.... And the more memories he had, the worse the pain became.
After a week, they were both so worried about him. He was in such mental pain.
"Clark, you have tried to talk to him, haven't you? He's so embarrassed. I hope he doesn't know we know."
Clark tried again, but Zared wouldn't talk to him. In the end, it was Lois who talked to him. In typical Lois fashion, she told Clark, "Enough's enough! Zared can't stay in his room forever."
She knocked on his door. "Go 'way."
"No, I won't. Open the door. Now!"
Zared peaked out. "Wha'd'ya want?" Oh.... that creamy skin.
Lois, of course, just pushed right past him, pulled up a chair, and indicated he should sit on his bed. He knew when she sat down that she wouldn't leave until he had talked to her. "What? What?!" He sat there pouting, thinking maybe he could make up something about school. He would *not* look at his mom. Then unbidden thoughts came again... oh such softness.... He shook his head vigorously.
Lois sat there for a few moments, took a deep breath, and then said, "Okay, Zared. You won't talk, then I will."
"No, no, not a lecture. Please, mom. Please." Such a soft mouth....
"No, no lecture, Zared." She pulled her chair closer to him. No, no. Not closer. She leaned toward him. No. Don't lean *towards* me. She tenderly said, "Zared, do you know how much I love you? How much your dad loves you?" He was sullen and kept his head down. He shrugged. Oh, so lovely... No, no, no....
"Do you know we love you no matter what?" He kept his head down and didn't respond or shake his head. She sighed, thinking she may as well get it over with. "Okay, Zared. Your dad and I both know what happened. Honey, it's okay. You didn't do it on purpose." Long legs... She patted his hand, and softly said, "It's okay."
He hung his head even further. Clark had been watching their exchange through the door and was again amazed at how tender Lois could be. She sat there with him in silence for a few moments.
Finally Zared said, "Mom, I... can't. Mom, I..." Mom! Oh crap! *I* want my *mom*. He shook his head. He hadn't yet realized that it wasn't his mom he wanted. He just wanted his own experience.
"Zared, you don't have to talk about it. I can imagine how I'd feel if I were in your place. I just... we just wanted you to know it's okay. Okay?" He nodded just a little. "Now how about you come and spend some time with the family? Okay?" She was nodding her head yes and looking at him expectantly.
"I.. I.. can't... Not.. can't" Legs... Oooh. "Can't, can't!"
Clark lightly knocked on the door then opened it. "May I come in?" Lois looked at him as if she felt all Zared's pain. Zared just swallowed, then nodded.
There wasn't another chair in the room, so Clark sat down on the bed. He grinned then looked at Lois knowingly and briefly raised an eyebrow. Zared could not believe his dad was grinning. It didn't seem possible, but he hung his head even lower. He didn't know Clark was grinning about that long ago experience of his own.
Clark said, "Zared....Zared, look at me." Zared looked up half way, but wouldn't look straight at his dad. Clark shook his head just a little, "First, you need to think of this as *your* daydream. Stop thinking of this as your parents. Besides, until it was over, you *didn't* know."
Zared interrupted, "But dad.. <I was *in* - *your* - *head*. It's like it was me. How can I ever look at mom again? Ohhh, mom.> Oh, I hope dad didn't get the last.
Clark acted like he hadn't. "Okay, pretend like you read it in the book."
The book. Dad knows about the book? "There aren't any books like *that*!!"
Lois interrupted, "Well.... Yes...."
Clark again spoke, "Zared, let me tell you... what.. a story." He took a deep breath, "Okay?"
Now Zared was more interested and looked up briefly.
Clark said, "Well, I'm not going into great details. There are other people's privacy at stake, but, well, I thought I'd tell you about the time.... I, well, uhmmm... I was about your age. I was thinking about... well you know what I was thinking about. I was having the most lovely daydream. It felt soooo wonderful. And, I... Well, I thought it was absolutely the best thing I'd ever experienced." He took a deep breath, then said, "Then I heard... felt... myself saying Martha, Martha, ohhhh... Martha.... that was...." He shrugged.
Zared had thought this would be an interesting story, but he hadn't thought this would turn out to be about Grandpa and Gramma Kent. "Ewwoooo... Grandpa and Gramma?!"
Clark and Lois laughed. Then tentatively Zared joined in.
Lois grinned. "Now let me get you one of those books. But just *one*".
Mom and Dad always knew what to say and do. Zared's embarrassment wasn't completely eased, but at least it was a little more bearable....
And that book his mom gave him.... Well, let's just say it's well worn.
