Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (11 page)

I think you’re cute, duh. Can’t you read?

She sat back in her chair for a moment, confused. She’d tried to dance around the issue, tried to beat around the bush, but she could see this girl wasn’t the type to mince words. As was her habit when stressed, she unthinkingly stuck her tongue out to the side a little as she typed her very direct response.

I mean we’re both straight, so what’s this about?

What, can’t a girl think another girl is cute?

Relieved, Lynn sighed. She felt a little bad for being so confrontational.

Oh, ok. Thanks :)

A moment passed before the girl’s response appeared.

Sure. Want to hang out?

Hang out?
Lynn asked, surprised.
Like what?

I don’t know, a bar or a club, whatever. You do drink, right?

Of course I drink!
she wrote back, wondering how awkward it would be to hang out with a twenty-year old - and confused as to why she was even entertaining the notion. She still felt a little bad for questioning the girl’s intent, and she did feel complemented…

Come on, it’ll be fun!

Ok, alright,
she gave in, surprising herself.
But when and where specifically?

Tonight around nine. What’s your number?

Lynn messaged her cell number, still confused, surprised, and cautious.

Cool, I’ll text you later!

And with that, the girl logged off.

Lynn sat motionless in her chair, stunned. She had absolutely no idea why she’d agreed to hang out with some random twenty-year old girl off the internet… if the girl was even a girl at all… she wasn’t really worried that it was secretly some old creeper, but it was still best to be cautious. But what if she
was
real? She’d agreed to go drinking with some strange young girl… probably down on campus, where she hadn’t been in years… and she hadn’t even gotten her name…

Even worse than that, she hadn’t specified that their hanging out
wasn’t
a date.

She looked at the clock, worried. What had she gotten herself into?

And why, even with all these concerns, was she still a little bit excited?

She chalked it up to her rather boring social life over the past year. An awkward adventure was still an adventure, and it’d be interesting to see campus again… maybe she’d even make a few friends. Still, her heart raced, and she bolted the moment the clock hit five.

She tried to take a nap when she got home, in case she needed to stay out late, but a strange shaky nervousness gripped her chest. To keep herself occupied, she paced around her apartment, cleaning and adjusting everything in sight. The couch seemed to scream for dusting, the fridge needed cleaned out, the carpet needed vacuumed… eight o’ clock came calling, only to find her trying to apply makeup with trembling fingers. She glared back at the clock, wishing it would freeze, or skip forward - anything to alleviate her anxious energy.

Nine o’ clock rolled by at an agonizing snail’s pace, leaving her to count her rapid heartbeats as she stared at her phone.

9:01… 9:02… 9:03…

A thousand doubts ran through her mind. What if the mysterious girl had forgotten? Or decided to vanish without explanation, like so many other online dates? And was this even a date? If so, why was she still going? And what if it was just some creeper trying to capture her or something? She resolved not to go if she was asked to show up anywhere strange or unsafe. She sat tall and smiled. Yes, that was the smart thing. This weird old creeper guy would ask her to go to a warehouse or something, and she’d say no. She sighed with relief.

The phone rang.

She literally jumped from her bed in shock.

The phone rang again.

She picked it up with no small terror, and answered the call.

“Hello?” she asked, hearing the loud noises of a bar.

“Hey!” came the reply, with a voice that was decidedly
not
an old creepy man. Lynn’s heart sank as she realized that she might actually have to go… but the rest of her trembled with anticipation. For once, it was Friday night, and she had plans! Not ideal plans, sure, but it was something!

“So?” the velvety voice prompted. The girl sounded young, certainly, but her voice had a deep sultry undertone, shot through with brazen confidence. Lynn found herself immediately intimidated, picturing some sort of badass chick far too cool for her… but even if that imagined exaggeration was true, the girl
had
thought she was cute. “You coming?”

“Uh, um,” she spluttered. “Yeah - yes. Where?”

“You know the bar on Fourth?”

“Hah, do I!” she replied, remembering many a drunken night spent with friends. Her smile quickly turned into a nervous frown as she realized she had no reason not to go. “I… can be there in fifteen minutes…”

“Cool, see you soon.”

The bar noises went quiet, and Lynn stared at her phone. She’d forgotten to get the girl’s name again. As she thought about what she had to do - walk into that bar by herself, meet some
girl
whose name she didn’t even know, for what might actually be a date or something - her nervous energy surged. Her jaw shook, and she stood and clenched her hands to fight the intense reaction.

“Ok Lynn, you gotta calm down,” she said to herself. “Sure, you’re talking to yourself, that’s fine, that’s fine… think this through… what’s the worst that could happen?”

She knew the area, and she knew the bar, and she wasn’t far. She knew she wasn’t going to be kidnapped or anything. She knew she was meeting a girl, too… that was a good question. What’s the worst that could happen? The girl might think she wasn’t pretty enough, or cool enough, and blow her off… but eh, she could handle that. She wasn’t a vulnerable young girl anymore.

It was far more likely they would actually just hang around at the bar and have a good time, or at least a mildly awkward and vaguely pleasant time. Her usual friends were slowly growing more distant… couldn’t hurt to make a new one, even if it was a twenty-year old… and this girl didn’t seem to be the drama-creating type she’d loathed in college.

Lynn’s heart rate slowed as she breathed deep and reassured herself everything was going to be fine - it would probably be very interesting, in fact.

But what if this girl actually meant this to be a date? Her heart rate shot right back up as she envisioned the awkward scenario she might blunder into. What if this girl tried to kiss her or touch her or something? She thought back on the last year, and an endless series of frustrations… and her thoughts strayed toward how much she missed getting off with another person.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, wondering if that was really a possibility, really a
thing
. Was there… some way… was there an orgasm down some string of the night’s decisions? Would this girl…
get her off?
A hand was just a hand, after all… would she expect reciprocation?

Lynn stood, fighting her trembling breath to walk to the door, determined. She could play it by ear, surely. She didn’t have to agree to anything she didn’t want to do. The likelihood was extremely remote, anyway. What was the chance it was really a date,
and
that they really hit it off that much on a first date, considering she wasn’t even into women?

She locked her apartment door and headed to the bar. Best case scenario, she’d make a new friend and hang out and have a nice Friday. Worst case… the imagined sensations of a powerful, nervous, and taboo orgasm lingered at the fringes of her thoughts.

Much to her surprise, the guy at the door recognized her and waved her past without checking her age. She entered in a daze, looking around her old stomping grounds. Her favorite bar wasn’t huge and crowded like most campus locales, but it was no hole in the wall.

A hundred different beer-branded mirrors decorated the wall in random patterns, and a few televisions hung above the bartenders. One waved as she approached through the crowd.

“Hey, Lynn!”

“Wow, hey Danni,” she replied, leaning up against the bar to avoid the press of bodies around her. Danni was a few years older than her, and seemed to have worked at the bar forever. She wore a tight blue tank-top that quite literally displayed her immense cleavage. Lynn had never been sure if the woman’s bubbly personality was put on for tips, or whether she really was that cheery… but, either way, she was secretly jealous of those enormous breasts. She made sure to avoid looking.

“Long time no see,” Danni said. “What brings you around? Got a date?”

“Hah, no, I don’t think so,” she replied. “I mean, no. Just meeting a friend. How’ve you been?”

“Great! I’ve been great. What can I get for ya?”

“I haven’t had a beer in forever,” Lynn replied, sighing. Her eyes came to rest on a glass down the bar from her, half-filled with amber. It looked like heaven.

“Coming right up!” Danni said, smiling and twirling around another bartender to get to the draft machine. She returned with a perfectly poured drink.

“I’ll open a tab, thanks.”

Lynn took her beer and downed a chilly gulp. A sigh escaped her lips as she enjoyed the taste, focusing on the complex flavor to calm down and hesitate. Still, there was only so long she could stall… people would start to think she was weird if she just kept staring into her glass. She turned around to face the rest of the bar.

To her dismay, she immediately sighted her target across the crowded space. She was holding a pool stick, a look of victory on her face. She looked
exactly
like she had in her profile… cuter, even, in a dark and confident sort of way. She seemed to move with freedom, as if the crowd shifted out of her way in unconscious anticipation.

Lynn gulped and walked over. Her head felt fuzzy, and she hadn’t even begun to drink… she looked the girl over before she got too close. She was wearing a black tank-top and an ankle-length red plaid skirt. Her outfit looked amazing in contrast to her pale white skin and short black hair. She was most definitely from a different crowd than Lynn had run with…

“Hey,” she said lightly, approaching.

As she spoke, the girl was leaning over the pool table to line up a shot. She looked up out of the corners of her eyes and smiled, her bright red lips curling with what seemed like satisfaction. Her sidelong gaze traveled up and down, quite obviously checking Lynn out.

“Hey.”

Her attention went back to her pool cue. Her shot knocked one in, and she pumped a fist in celebration.

Looking at the table, she realized that the girl had just sunk the eight ball and won the game. A guy across the table shrugged and dropped his pool cue off before walking away. “Seriously?” Lynn blurted, a disparaging tone in her voice.

The girl stood tall.

“Seriously what?”

Lynn found herself speaking without thinking. Her nervousness had been so powerful, and so difficult to hold back, she was almost angry now. “You sink a winning shot as I walk up?” she challenged, incredulous. “Come on.”

The girl laughed, and a broad grin grew across her face. Lynn couldn’t help but feel a little surge of jealousy - the girl’s smile was extremely pretty. Her whole face seemed engaged in her every emotion.

“You got me,” she admitted graciously, picking up a beer from the edge of the pool table. “I don’t even play pool.”

“Hah!” Lynn shot back. “And what
is
your name? Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t tell me.”

The girl tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, expertly capturing Lynn’s gaze. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you came without
knowing
my name.” She downed the last of her beer in three gulps, and then sighed. “If you expect a quick lay, you’re going to have to buy me a drink first.”

Lynn eyed her cautiously… and the girl laughed brightly, adding perfect rows of white teeth to the list of things Lynn felt a slight twinge of jealousy about.

“I’m kidding!” she said, cutting the moment of tension. “I’m Sydney.”

“I’m Lynn.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Lynn shook her extended hand, and then followed her to the bar.

“Hey girls,” Danni greeted them. She eyed Sydney as if she knew her, and then flashed Lynn a little curious insinuating smile.

“Long Island, please!” Sydney said cheerily. She leaned over the bar and squeezed one of Danni’s huge breasts. “Always happy to see these girls!”

Danni just laughed. “Sydney, you’re crazy.”

Lynn watched in confusion as Danni moved down the bar to make the Long Island. What was that look she’d given? And what was with Sydney just grabbing her chest? Lynn found herself wishing she could do that herself, if only because that casual attitude took the glamorous power away from Danni’s huge tits somehow. Was that why Sydney did it? She looked down at Sydney’s chest, framed by her black tank-top. Her pale breasts seemed perky and full, but bras always made it hard to tell…

“Are you looking at my tits?” Sydney suddenly accused, pushing her chest up.