Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (12 page)

“Ah, no,” Lynn replied, her face growing red. She paused for a second, thinking about whether she really wanted to be passive and embarrassed around this crazily overconfident girl. “Actually… yes. They’re very nice.”

Sydney smiled, obviously aware of Lynn’s mental transition.

“Yours are, too,” she replied. “Can I touch them?”

Her casual attitude made it impossible to refuse without looking prudish. Lynn shrugged and fought a rush of red heat creeping up her face as Sydney’s hands ran up her body.

“Wow, they’re really nice,” Sydney commented as her hands curved around Lynn’s chest and cupped her breasts. “I’m a bit jealous.”

Lynn burned a little brighter red. “Really? I-”

“Here you go,” Danni interrupted, returning with a Long Island. Upon noticing what was happening, she laughed and shot Lynn a teasing look.

“Oh, thanks,” Sydney said, her hands dropping from Lynn’s chest to take up her drink. “How about those tits?”

“Oh, I know,” Danni replied, looking Lynn over. “She’s been coming here for years, and I’ve always wanted to touch them!”

“What? Really?” Lynn asked, struggling not to stammer. She was confused as hell, burning red with embarrassment… and a little thrilled that someone as gorgeous as Danni was complimenting her so… but did she mean it, or was she teasing? Lynn realized that both Sydney and Danni were looking at her expectantly.

“Uh, well go ahead,” Lynn said. Trying to act like it was no big deal, she leaned over the bar.

Danni’s eyes lit up, and she squeezed Lynn’s breast with both hands for what felt like a very long moment… and then she pinched one, backed off, and laughed with embarrassment. “Sydney is such a bad influence!”

“You bet,” she responded, grinning.

Lynn stood flat again and took a gulp of her beer, too off-balance to say anything.

“Well,” Danni said with a wink, before moving on to another customer. “You two have fun!”

Lynn just nodded in a daze, and followed Sydney’s tug on her arm. The girl led her through the crowd to a back corner, where a large box stood. It had a glass top, over what appeared to be a video game screen.

“Holy shit, it’s Pac-man!” Lynn exclaimed. “With four controls? What is this?”

Sydney gave her a funny look, and then took up the controls next to her. “It’s four players, dude,” she explained, her tone teasing. “Just how old
are
you?”

“Watch yourself!” Lynn shot back. “Twenty-eight - er, twenty-six - is
not
old. You’re just really young. Are you often in the habit of inviting older women out to play Pac-man at bars?”

“Stuff it, grandma!” Sydney teased. She slid dollars into the machine and then started a game. “Let’s see if you’ve still got it.”

As they played, Lynn started letting herself actually have fun. The game was ridiculous, but engaging, and other people stepped in to play with them at random. She made sure to get their names and talk to them, even if they were closer to Sydney’s age than her own. It felt good to be out making friends again, and, more than that, it felt good to
be
a fun person. She was still wary of Sydney’s actual intent, and the situation
was
objectively strange, but it was better than sitting at home.

She never had to leave the game, either, because her new acquaintances kept buying her drinks, often at Sydney’s insistence. The girl had some weird power to engage other people… Lynn found new beers in her hand in succession, with - unbelievably - no strings attached. Sydney deftly shut down any guys that got too forward.

Once the game grew stale, they moved around the bar from group to group, talking to the random people they’d met. It wasn’t long before Lynn realized she was having a great time, and that she was buzzed to boot. It was intoxicating to be the person next to the center of attention that Sydney naturally created. Being a little older than everyone else reinforced that position, and Lynn was surprised to find people listening to her stories and generally being interested in her far more than she remembered from her days in college.

“Come on, let’s go smoke,” Sydney whispered during a lull in the conversation, before tugging on her arm and leading her outside. She approached a group of smokers. “Can anyone spare a cigarette?” A moment of flirting and a smile later, she approached another group. “Anyone got a light?”

Finally, the two of them retreated along the wall of the building.

“That was impressive,” Lynn said, incredulous. “You just do whatever you want, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Sydney took a drag from her cigarette. “You could do it, too, you know.”

“I don’t smoke,” Lynn responded, dodging the intent of the statement.

“You should, it would look good on you,” she said, handing her the cigarette. Lynn hesitated, but then took it because of the compliment. Holding it between her fingers and lips, she breathed in… she sputtered and coughed deeply. Sydney took it back and laughed. “Ok, maybe not. But my point stands, you’re like wicked hot, and you don’t even seem to know it.”

Lynn blushed, and her gaze darted down the wall toward the groups outside the front of the bar. Nobody was looking their way. The moment felt strangely private. “Is that why you messaged me?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Sydney responded, blowing a long cone of smoke before placing her cigarette gently between two of her fingers. “Here.”

Before she could understand the girl’s intent, Lynn suddenly found delicate hands on either side of her head, pulling her in. Warm lips pressed against hers; the kiss pressed close that metal lip stud she realized she’d been watching all night… had she been hoping for this subconsciously?… a tongue slid into her mouth, bringing the flavor of smoke. Blaming her buzz, she kissed back, letting herself fall into the experience. As soon as she started to get really into it, Sydney pulled pack and pretend-slapped her.

“Rude! So forward!” she exclaimed, laughing. “I should expect nothing less from an older woman.”

Tingling all over, Lynn just stared at her in shock for a moment. Her heart raced with that same nervous energy she’d fought back at her apartment, but then forgotten all about once she’d gotten wrapped up in the younger girl’s energy and antics. “What… are… we doing here, exactly?” she forced out.

“You haven’t had fun?” Sydney asked between drags, eyeing her with a mysterious little smile.

“No, I mean, yes, I have. It’s been great fun, actually,” she stammered.

“Then what’s the problem? We can both do whatever we want.”

Lynn took a deep breath. She’d gone with vague ideas and unspoken social maneuvering back in college, avoiding awkwardness at all costs, just like everyone else… but she was older now, and tired of it. Was that why her old friends seemed to be growing distant? She’d grown up, and they hadn’t? Was that why she seemed to command some sort of strange respect from her new younger acquaintances? She decided to go with it.

“We were both listed as straight,” she said, cutting to the heart of the matter. “But you’ve been flirty and engaging and awesome, and touching me a lot, don’t think I didn’t notice! And now kissing me…” she trailed off, satisfied with her own directness. Weirdly, instead of nervous, she felt more calm and in control.

Sydney breathed out another line of smoke, watching her with a smile. “See, that’s what I’m talking about,” she replied. “That’s hot. Everyone else around here seems like, I don’t know… afraid. You know what I mean?”

Lynn raised her eyebrows. “Actually… yes.”

Sydney kept her gaze caught for several silent moments. She took another drag and breathed it out slowly, all without looking away. Lynn matched her scrutiny, refusing to back down until an answer was had. Finally, slowly, and ever so quietly, Sydney responded.

“It’s like I said,” she said, her words a sultry whisper. “We can do
whatever we want
.”

Their gazes remained locked. Lynn breathed quietly, feeling the space of several heartbeats pass in silence. Her buzz made her thoughts more physical… they strayed toward the sensations she’d secretly imagined earlier… getting off with another person, some warm body pressed against hers… and the night
had
been great. She felt sexy herself, powerful somehow… in control…

“I want to go somewhere…” she breathed, surprising herself.

Sydney’s lips curled up into a genuine smile of attraction and insinuation. “I want to go somewhere too,” she said, dropping her cigarette and stepping on it. “Where
does
an older woman bring a younger girl to take advantage of her?”

Amazingly still and calm, Lynn gave her a joking dirty look in response, and then glanced down the street. “My place is walkable from here.”

“Perfect. I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Close my tab, will you?”

Lynn nodded, and headed back inside, and to the bar. Without Sydney’s presence, the enormity of what she was doing began to hit home. She’d really enjoyed kissing her… she grew excited thinking about rolling around in bed, making out with a warm, soft body… but Sydney was a
girl
, and… would she expect more? Lynn’s heart raced with a painful mix of excitement and fear.

“Hey!” Danni greeted her.

“Hey…” Lynn said, a little out of it. “Can I close my tab?... and Sydney’s?”

Danni didn’t respond for a moment. Instead, a little smile grew across her face. She was obviously trying to fight it, but couldn’t help it. Lynn blushed and looked away. Danni got the two receipts and cards and brought them over. Lynn signed them in a rush, anxious to get out of there. She practically bolted at her first opportunity.

“Have fun!” Danni called after her, still smiling.

Outside, Lynn waited in an embarrassed huff. She resolved to call it off, to play it safe, to send this presumptuous younger girl packing, to… to…

“Whew, I’m a little nervous,” Sydney said, walking up suddenly. “Never done this before.”

All of Lynn’s anxiety vanished in a puff of surprise. “What, really? But you’re so… casual and forward and crazy…” The younger girl shrugged, gave a sheepish grin, and tongued her lip stud absently, an unconscious habit that Lynn had noticed a few times during the night’s proceedings. “So it’s true. You
are
a mere mortal after all.”

“Guilty, human as charged,” Sydney said, raising her hands. “But I wouldn’t say
mere
.”

Lynn laughed, and they began walking.

The warm night air flowed around them as they walked in tense silence. Lynn watched her companion out of the corner of her eye. The girl seemed to enjoy breaking through social norms and doing whatever she wanted… was this an experiment for her? Something she just wanted to try? Or… was she attracted to girls? She caught Sydney glancing at
her
out of the corner of her eye, and hastily looked away.

Lynn turned her thoughts toward her own motives. She was drunk, certainly, but why was she doing this? As she walked, she curled her toes a little bit, imagining a powerful orgasm rushing through her body. That kiss had been so warm… and she hadn’t kissed anyone in a long time… she made up her mind: this was purely to get off with another person. Yes, that sounded fine. Girls did that sometimes, right? Or, at least, that’s what the gossip had been back in college…

“Here we are,” she said suddenly, surprised. The entire walk had passed by in a seeming flash. Sydney bit her own lip, and followed her inside.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks, it’s small, but I like it.”

“Yep.”

They wandered into the bedroom and stood awkwardly at either side of the bed.

“So…”

“…so…”

“Want a beer?” Lynn asked.

“Yeah!” Sydney responded, practically jumping at the offer.

Lynn hit up the fridge and got a beer for herself while she was at it. Fighting shaky fingers, she opened them both, and handed one over.

“Not quite how I imagined this would go down,” Sydney said between gulps from her can.

“What did you expect?” Lynn asked, genuinely interested. They both sat on the end of the bed, drinking quickly out of nervousness.

“I don’t know… more like… the girl shows up and we just… hook up? I hadn’t really thought it through.”

“Wait!” Lynn said with a laugh. “So all that at the bar, the games, the meeting people, that was all you
stalling?
”

Sydney tongued her lip stud absently and shrugged. “Huh, sounds silly, but yeah. But I had a really good time.”

“Me too,” Lynn admitted. “A
really
good time.” To her surprise, Sydney blushed. Her pale skin looked rather alluring shaded in subtle red. Lynn counted her own heartbeat out to three, four… and then asked what was really on her mind. “So what do you want, exactly?”

Sydney looked up, her gaze intent. “I don’t know, not exactly. I’m just… interested. I mean, I’ve seen girls together in porn, but that crap is so fake.”

“Yeah, it really is,” Lynn responded, thinking back on the few times she’d seen videos, usually prompted by a boyfriend. She nodded… looked around… she was more than aware that they were both nervous and stalling… and didn’t she want to be
in control
, wasn’t that who she wanted to be?