I sat across from my friend, leaning back in the worn booth in the dim bar. It was our little tradition to end the week here; after a week of studying, it was nice to come to this little dive and just… relax.
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“Do you want to help me with my final project?” she asked, sucking down the first sip of her beer.
I watched the muscles in her legs as she shifted in her seat, knowing those muscles were honed from her running habit. Gods knew that she had tried to get me to come along with her often enough. “What did you have in mind?”
A ghost of a smile crawled across her lips. “It’s a hypnosis experiment.”
This, in itself, didn’t surprise me. She was studying psychology.
But, still.
I raised my eyebrows. “Really? Hypnosis?” I took a sip of my own beer. “Sounds like bullshit.”
Her smile widened. “Come on, I know you want to. Just help me out, it’ll be easy.”
I thought of all the work I had to do, myself, before finals. This was my last semester before I had to start studying for the Fundamentals of Engineering exam. And my brain already felt fried.
Maybe something relaxing and easy wouldn’t be terrible.
“Alright,” I said. “What do I have to do?”
I sat across from my friend, leaning back in the worn booth in the dim bar.
It was our little tradition to end the week here; after a week of studying, it was nice to come to this little dive and just… relax.
“Do you want to help me with my final project?” she asked, tipping her beer bottle to her pink lips.
I watched the muscles in her legs move. “What did you have in mind?”
She smiled, a sensuous drip. “It’s a hypnosis experiment.”
I knew, of course, that she was studying psychology. But, hypnosis?
“Come on,” she said. “I know you want to. Just help me out, it’ll be easy.”
My brain already felt jumbled from studying for my own finals.
The more I thought about it, maybe something relaxing and easy wouldn’t be terrible.
“Alright,” I said. “What do I have to do?”
I sat across from my friend, leaning back in the worn booth in the dim bar. It was our little tradition to end the week here; after a week of studying, it was nice to come to this little dive and just… relax.
“Do you want to help me with my final project?” she asked, running her tongue along the rim of her beer bottle.
I blinked, lazily, watching her circle the opening. “What did you have in mind?”
She smiled, and that one expression made things low in my body tighten. “It’s a hypnosis experiment.”
I knew that she was studying psychology. It wasn’t a far stretch to imagine that she’d be interested in hypnosis.
“I know you want to,” she said. “It’ll be easy.”
I knew, somewhere in my brain, that I had my own studying to do, but maybe taking a little break for something relaxing and easy wouldn’t be terrible.
“Alright,” I said. “What do I have to do?”
She licked her lips and reached across the table to intertwine her fingers with mine.
“You already know what we have to do.”
Did I?
I watched her little pink tongue dart out over her lips, and suddenly I wasn’t sure if I knew anything at all. It was as if my thoughts themselves dripped from my clenching pussy.
I shifted in the booth, suddenly anxious that I’d leave a wet spot on the leather.
Really should’ve worn panties tonight.
“You’re good, don’t worry,” she whispered, bringing my fingers to brush against her mouth. “Such a good girl.”
The warmth of her breath made me shiver, and those words.
Don’t worry.
My lips formed the next words, without my conscious thought. “Don’t think.”
“Such a good girl.” She smiled at me, and it felt like sunshine.
Don’t worry. Don’t think. Such a good girl.
The rhythm of the words, a song in my head, over and over. Every time it repeated, I felt my body relax.
We got back to her place, without me having an actual memory of us doing so. I followed her, as I knew I had done so many times before, my fingers already pushing the buttons of my blouse through their little holes.
I was shrugging it off my shoulders before my mind came to, again.
What was I doing?
This was my friend. And I wasn’t a lesbian.
My friend stopped two steps ahead of me and turned around. “You always get stuck here, sweetie,” she said. And then, more to herself than me, added, “I wonder if it has something to do with the hallway. Or the number of doorways?”
She returned her attention to me, and I was already trying to tell her that this had all been some sort of misunderstanding.
“Shhh,” she whispered, sliding her hand in mine. “What do we say when we start to think?” She cocked her head to the side, obviously expecting me to answer the question.
What could I say?
“I’m sorry… I don’t… I don’t quite know what I’m doing here.”
She smiled at me, and it looked slightly condescending, as if I were being purposely dense. “You’re good, don’t worry.”
The cadence of the words drummed a familiar beat, and I could feel the tension leave my shoulders. “Don’t think,” I said without thinking.
“Such a good girl.” And she pulled me into her bedroom.
It looked as it had every other time I had been here.
How many times had I been here?
Shhh, don’t worry. Don’t think.
Hot pink sheets covered her bed, and a pair of wrist cuffs and her VR headset lay waiting for me like blushing lovers. Just seeing them there, quieted any remaining anxieties in my head.
I was good. This would feel good.
“What do you want to do?” she asked, with a tone like she had asked a thousand times before.
“Strip.” It was so obvious.
Wasn’t it? There was a second’s hesitation.
“What do we say, sweetie?” Even the sound of her voice was soothing, like every word was self-evident.
“I’m good. Don’t worry, don’t think,” I replied. So obvious.
“Such a good girl. Don’t think. Go ahead and strip for me.” She sat in a pink overstuffed chair in the corner, looking very much like the cat who got the cream. She palmed her phone, and a strange music began to pour from the hidden speakers. The layers of it seemed to surround me, the notes burrowing under the superficial to take root in my subconscious.
My blouse fell to the floor, and I was bare underneath, just like I knew she’d want me tonight. I pinched my nipples and moaned, swaying to the intoxicating harmonies. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my skirt and began to tease her with the glimpse of the skin along the hollows of my hips.
She sucked in her breath, when she realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties, either. “You remembered last week’s imbed.” She typed something on her phone. “Such a good girl. So incredibly suggestible.”
I slithered out of my skirt, and it felt so good and right to be nude in front of her. The way her eyes roamed over my body… felt good.
I was good.
And the better it felt, the easier it was to let the rest of my thoughts go, too.
“I knew you’d be perfect for this.” She reached out and traced a finger along the curve of my breast. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this.”
How long? The question was too hard, and it was like a crack in the spell’s armor. “I’m sorry, what?” My voice sounded dreamy and far away, but there was a thread of anxiety there, too.
“Sorry, sweet girl — I shouldn’t have mentioned it. But I know you won’t remember it anyway.”
She smiled, and her lips looked impossibly soft. So kissble. “You’re good, don’t worry.”
And then it was like another wave washed over me, pulling me ten times deeper than before.
It was so easy not to think. No worries. I was good.
She stood up and brought those lips close to my ear, close enough to make me shiver against her warm breath. “Let’s get you set up for today’s session.”
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