Carina and Megann
(This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read it in order.)
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P r a c t i c e
The next frontier with their abilities was seeing if they could get someone to do something that they normally wouldn't consider doing.
They tried everything they could imagine, both with the more subtle, unspeaking voice +pushing, and with powerful, persuasive images demonstrating the target behavior with a positive outcome.
They tried to get non-smokers at convenience stores to buy cigarettes. They tried to get prim, conservative women to try on skimpy, revealing clothes. At a restaurant, they tried to get a table of gym rats, all having vegan salads, to order "death by chocolate."
They were relieved to find that they failed on all levels, that their abilities fell short of any sort of true mind control. Over time, they would have far less temptation to abuse their power, and would never have to look back with any guilt at something they had done. They could only get people to do things they were willing to do.
Along that line, Brian had tried repeatedly to get Blair to try anal, but she wasn't buying it. He inundated her with images of women enjoying it, but she finally cut him off. "See, Brian, the thing is, those aren't real images. We know that we can +push made-up visuals just as easily as real pictures. So it's not helping you any."
"But they ARE real images."
"Porn doesn't count, dude, those girls are getting paid. It's the money that they're enjoying. Give it a rest, will ya?"
Reluctantly, he did. For now...
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C A R I N A
Their setup for Carina was very simple. Being a late bloomer, they knew she would leap at any sensual opportunity that didn't make her feel sleazy, especially since what had seemed to be a budding relationship with Jon hadn't gone anywhere.
In this scene more than the others, they considered it important to lead her into taking all the initiative. They would flood Carina with hot images to get her aroused, and once she got started, Brian would use the unspeaking voice to prompt her to the next level of activity.
At band practice for several weeks, they had been +pushing her images of her and Brian. Carina kissing Brian, Carina taking off her clothes as Brian watched, Carina removing Brian's clothes, Carina and Brian naked, Carina and Brian getting wild. In all these visuals, Brian was receptive, but Carina always instigated.
The final part of the scene was not set up by them, it was genuine. Back in elementary school, Blair and Carina had done some sewing together. Blair still sewed, and had a sewing machine. Carina was thinking about buying one, and asked Blair's advice on which model to choose. Blair invited Carina over Saturday evening, after work, to show her the one she had, and let her try it out.
When Carina arrived, the house was dark, the garage door down, and the driveway empty. She rang the bell, no one answered. As she began wondering what to do, Brian pulled up to the curb. "Hi, Carina. Blair just texted me. She has to work late. I guess she doesn't have your cell number, she wanted me to come tell you."
"Oh," she said. "OK." Her head became filled with images of herself ravishing Brian. She felt her nipples stiffen, as she realized that this might be an opportunity to act on the wild urges she had been having.
After an awkwardly long pause, she realized it was her turn to say something. "Did she say how long she'd be?" The images were getting hotter, now she saw herself stepping out of her clothes, Brian watching her strip completely naked.
"I don't know, I guess it's usually a couple of hours. It's hard to say..."
Now, in her mind, she had grabbed his head, and was pulling his face onto her naked chest. He was capturing her nipples in his mouth and sucking on them, flicking his tongue over them. She also pulled his hand up her thighs, where he teased her slit with his fingertips, then she pulled his clothes off.
Carina was feeling lightheaded -- her body was responding to the images, but her mind wasn't sure what to do about it. She said, "I should go," but she said it so softly, Brian pretended not to hear.
"Do you want to just hang out until she gets here? It's nice out, and they usually have some cold drinks in the cooler back by the pool. I know she wouldn't mind."
Now the images in her head were getting wilder -- she saw herself taking his thing in her mouth, and guiding it into her, um, down there. She struggled to speak a complete sentence, "Oh, I, um, no, couldn't. I'm sure you, uh, somewhere to be..."
Brian headed around the side of the house, to the gate. "Not at all, I'm just taking it easy tonight. C'mon, I know she'd be disappointed if you bailed."
"Oh, OK," she said, and she followed him. She was looking rather freaked out, so Brian softened the visuals he was +pushing to her. He kept them erotic, though, and they still featured Carina initiating each step.
She wanted to do the things that were playing across her mind, but wondered if she was brave enough. And if she did, would Brian be receptive? They reached the back porch, and sat on adjacent lounge chairs. When she saw how dark it was in the fading evening light, she relaxed a bit, thinking that taking action under cover of deepening shadows would be easier.
The cooler was beside him, and he pulled a couple of cold drinks out of it, gave her one, and opened the other. She looked so nervous that he was afraid the sharp sound of the can popping open was going to launch her into the air. He said, "It's getting kind of dark back here, I'll switch the porch lights on."
"NO!" she barked, then caught herself. "I mean, you don't have to. I like it fine as is. You're right, it's nice back here."
Brian resumed his onslaught of images of Carina actively seducing him, beginning with her kissing him. Kissing him right now, in Blair's back yard, on the pool deck, in the late evening shadows.
Carina stared at the ground between her feet. When she looked up, Brian was right there. She leaned toward him, fighting herself not to lose her nerve. He bombarded her with images of her taking the initiative, of her, Carina, kissing him, and him kissing her back.
She leaned toward him, touching his shoulder. She pulled him toward her, and Brian leaned in, in acceptance. Their lips met, and Carina felt a bolt of electricity pass between them. The intensity of the kiss grew, and grew. The hairs on her neck stood on edge, and she shivered in pleasure. Now that she had taken a first, tiny step from imagination to reality, she realized that maybe she was ready to go for it.
She was about to pull off Brian's mouth, but in her mind, she vividly saw their kiss continuing, long, deep, and slow, a kiss like Carina had never experienced. She wasn't a virgin, but the guys she had been with had been as inexperienced and tentative as her, and she had never felt much of the excitement she heard her friends describe. She had a feeling that was about to change.
The images in her head continued as some sort of unspeaking voice seemed to tell her that she should take off her shirt. At first she just felt her fingers unbuttoning it, passively going with the flow like she always did. But then, something shifted in her mind, and she decided that she would do more than go along with the moment, do more than merely ride along, wherever it would go. She decided to DRIVE. In a moment, her shirt was on the ground.
