Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (4 page)

“Once in high school and twice in college,” Lydia replied
as she rubbed, strangely serious. They matched gazes. “Never gone farther, though. You?”

Emm
a looked back at her friend’s questioning eyes. “My… babysitter ate me out last night…”

Lydia’s eyes widened, but she didn’t laugh. Instead, she sped up her thrusting fingers and rubbing palm. “Wow… how did it happen?”

Overcome with shooting pleasure, it was all Emma could to explain between panting intakes of breath. “Wine. And, she said she’s been… thinking about it this whole time. And I had another let-down date.”

“That’s hot,” Lydia said, her breath on Emma’s face.
“I can see why you’re so hot and bothered today…”

Emma nodded, and finally broke eye contact, in favor of closing her eyes and sinking into Lydia’s expert hand.

The heat building in her body seemed to rise to a painful pressure, pulsing in time with the fingers inside her, until she felt like she might explode. All her thoughts blanked, her inner walls clenched, her legs tensed up - and she moaned.

“Oh…” Lydia whispered
, intrigued.

Emma let the pleasure rush through her like a wave, relieving the uncomfortable heat. She thrust against her friend’s hand once, twice, and then sighed, relaxing.

Lydia gently withdrew her fingers.

Emma opened her eyes after a moment and saw her friend watching her with concern.

“We good?” Lydia asked. “Not weird or anything?”

“No,” Emma replied, sighing happily. “I really needed that.”

“Good.”

“Do… you?” she asked, in a relaxed daze. “You said I turned you on…”

Lydia thought for a moment, but their closeness seemed to help her speak honestly. “Yeah.” She unzipped her pants and slid them down, taking her underwear with them and leaving herself fully naked.

Reaching over, Emma laid one hand on Lydia’s tummy and one
hand on her friend’s soft skin, just above her sex. The area was warm and intimate in a way she’d never felt before - matched only by the continuing sensations of her slowly descending fingers. She felt Lydia’s moist lips and heated mound with a kind of wonder, amazed at the naked female body under her hands.

She curled a finger up and in, feeling around the slick folds. The sensation was much like fingering herself, but different - the textures were different, the heat was different, and there was another person responding to her touch… Lydia arched up against her hand.

Entranced, Emma easily found her friend’s G spot, using her own experience as guide. She wondered briefly if that was how Bailey had been so good at her first time, knowing her own body already…

She began sliding her fingers in and out the way Lydia had, and using her palm to put pressure on the hood of her friend’s clit.
Lydia responded with a deep sigh, and closed her eyes half-way.

Amazed, Emma watched a flush of heat and arousal creep up her friend’s body, all the way up to her gorgeous breasts… and then she leaned down to suck her nipple, using one hand to knead her breasts and the other to finger and rub her sex.

Lydia’s breathing quickened, and Emma picked up her effort, excited. The brunette began to thrust softly against her hand.

A few minutes of quiet breathing and moving together passed. Lydia’s hand squeezed her bare ass whenever she got the rhythm just right, until the brunette began tensing every so often, obviously on her way to orgasm.

Excited, Emma kept at it, despite tiring wrists, and she was soon rewarded with an array of rising sighs, finally reaching moans as Lydia’s skin turned bright red with arousal - and then a little scream, forced from a set jaw and tensed muscles.

Amazingly, she felt her friend’s inner walls clench against her fingers tightly.

Lydia shot out her legs, squealed and then relaxed.

Emma sat up, watching her friend in mild shock.

“Oh, I really needed that, too,” Lydia breathed, finally opening her eyes. “Jack and I don’t really do much these days.”

“Oh,” Emma frowned.

Lydia gripped her hand. “You wanna do this again sometime?”

She couldn’t help but smile and burn bright red. “Yeah…
this was fun.”

Lydia donned her panties, but nothing else, and they hun
g around in their underwear, drank wine, and watched television for the rest of the afternoon, occasionally fingering each other to orgasm when the mood struck.

***

The next afternoon, s
he crept across the street and knocked on Kayla’s door, intent on using the locket to its full effect this time. Filled with righteous fury, she told herself that she was doing this not just for herself, but for the entire neighborhood. Everybody suffered from the retired fashion model’s machinations.

And she was incredibly gorgeous.
She wore her long blonde hair in a sleek look that emphasized her poised cleavage and firm chest, and always wore dresses that hugged her toned body. That gave the thirty-five-year-old woman a sense of superiority that wouldn’t fade for another decade, if ever. She’d always be the prettiest woman her age around, and she knew it.

“Oh, hello
,” Kayla answered the door with a Stepford smile. “How are you, Emma?”

“I’m good,”
she replied. “Can I come in?”

“Do you need something?” Kayla asked, her
fake smile growing wider somehow.

“Oh, just a private matter to discuss about one of our friends I’m concerned about.”

The blonde’s eyes lit up at the prospect of gossip, even if her face didn’t react. “Well come in then!”

Emma checked the street to see if anyone had noticed her visit, but nobody had. She entered the house with a vicious excitement.

“So, what is it?” Kayla asked.

“This.” Emma gripped the locket in her jacket pocket.

The blonde woman’s face turned neutral.

Practically shaking with excitement, Emma looked around
the front hallway, familiar with it from their weekly gossip circle disguised as a book club. “Is anyone else here?”

“You are,” Kayla replied in monotone.

Frustrated, she re-worded her question. “Is anyone else in this house besides you and me?”

“No.”

“When will the next person be arriving?”

“
They’re coming for the book club on Saturday.”

“Wait, where’s your husband?”

“Don’s in Miami until next week.”

Fighting an overpowering nervousness and excitement, Emma directed Kayla further into the house. “Do you have a diary?”

“No.”

“What’s your deepest, darkest secret, then?”

“I don’t know,” came the model’s flat reply.

Emma sighed. It seemed that people in trances weren’t exactly
talkative, and they took everything far too literally. She looked around while she thought about what to ask.

The living room was extremely posh, lined with three brown leather couches and an oversize flat-screen on the wall.
The fancy glass table they usually set their wine on during book club sat in the middle of the room, unadorned.

“Do you like book club?” Emma asked.

“Yes.”

“Why do you like book club?”

“I feel good when I’m smarter than everyone else.”

Emma snorted. “Right.
I figured.” She looked for the stairs, intent on finding more dirt on the conniving woman. “Show me to your bedroom.”

Down the luxuriously carpeted hallway and to the right, Emma began rooting through the closet, under the bed, and in the drawers
, while Kayla stood staring at nothing. Her search turned up nothing - if it hadn’t been for the clothes in the closet, she’d have guessed nobody lived in this room at all.

A thought occurred to her.

“Kayla, show me where Don sleeps.”

The blonde led her to the room across the hall, a much more lived-in and lively room with a larger bed.

“Are you having marital problems?” Emma asked, a little gleeful.

“No.”

“Oh… then why do you sleep in a different room?”

“I don’t like Don very much.”

Emma set her jaw. It seemed much of Kayla’s life was a parasitic lie. “What have you said to the other girls about me?”

“Your husband left you because you’re terrible in bed,” the blonde replied in a neutral tone. “You and Lydia are probably lesbians together. Your kid seems rather stupid for a ten year old. Your -”

“Stop!” she practically shouted, livid. She pointed at the large bed. “Sit.”

As Kayla sat obediently, Emma
paced back and forth, fighting a flaring rage. Insulting her over her divorce was fine, these women didn’t know anything about that. Saying her and Lydia were probably lesbians was fine, they were just jealous of their real friendship, and it was darkly funny that they actually had gotten sexual just the day before. But talking bad about Ricky filled her with righteous anger…

“Take
off your clothes,” Emma ordered, practically shaking with a mix of anger and rising excitement from her sense of control. The locket still felt exciting in her hand, and she gripped it tighter. If she didn’t know better, it felt like it was actually turning her on - or was it just the situation?

Kayla stripped off her body-hugging dress without complaint, unhooked her bra, and then slid her panties off.

Emma stared for a long moment as the blonde’s beautiful body stood at attention, exposed. Her still-firm breasts and highly toned body seemed practically photo-shoot quality, and her slender lines grabbed at the eye. Emma found herself alternating her stare from Kayla’s small nipples to her bare shaven sex.

She gulped and made another scan of the bedroom’s windows, ensuring that nobody could see. She was seriously crossing the line here… but a little quive
r in her thigh urged her on. The locket’s subtle electricity, her satisfaction at controlling Kayla, and the power and taboo of her situation turned her on immensely.

She approached the entranced blonde, reaching out with some hesitation. She touched the soft skin of her upper arm, but saw no reaction. Emboldened, she took the pliant body
and placed her into a sitting position on the bed… and then pulled her back into a standing position, still unsure of what she wanted to do.

Glancing up at Kayla’s absent sky-blue eyes, Emma followed the whispers in the back of her mind, and slid a hand onto the blonde’s
firm breast. A moment later, she brought her other hand up, and traced the undersides of her breasts with her fingers, her heart pounding.

The ache between her legs grew more intense as she realized she really
could
do anything she wanted… she laughed a little bit as she imagined what a man might do with such a living sex toy.

She leaned down and sucked gently on one of the blonde’s small nipples. It hardened after a little play - at least her body still responded
appropriately.

Breathing a little harder with adrenaline and excitement, and more than a little arousal, she slid her hands around, feeling all over Kayla’s body. The woman really was gorgeous to an unfair degree… Emma wasn’t sure what she intended to do with the entranced blonde, but her darker urges were growing more in control.

She adjusted Kayla back onto the bed, leaving her sitting with legs spread.

Emma got on her knees and gently touched the model’s perfect pink slit. What did this woman do, win the genetic lottery?

Playing with her unresisting and warm body had her more hot and bothered than she’d realized. Staring at Kayla’s bare sex, she started imagining certain things… and wondering what Bailey had felt, what had been on the girl’s mind for two years to so obsess her…

Gripping the locket tighter out of nervousness, she scooted a little closer. In any other circumstance, she would never even think about this, but she was curious and completely in control, and why not…?

She took a breath through her nose, smelling Kayla’s scent. Not being aroused, it was fairly faint, but still strangely erotic and alluring, just like everything else about her.

“Figures,” Emma muttered.

She adjusted Kayla’s legs wider, hesitated, found no reason to stop… and then leaned in and gave a light lick.

A tingle ran across her skin. She’d just licked another woman… she ran over the feeling in her thoughts. It’d just felt like skin, really - the little bit she’d licked, anyway.
Curling her toes to keep the pressure between her legs in check, she decided to stop screwing around. Nobody would ever know about this, so what was she worried about?

She
pushed out her lips and placed them against the middle of Kayla’s slit, feeling smooth lips crossing her own. She opened and closed her mouth for a moment, sliding her lips up and down against the warm labia. The feeling was strange, but not bad, and augmented by the intimate smell filling her senses.