Phil
The first time I saw Madeline was when she came over to visit my younger sister after school one spring day. That was the year I turned nineteen, and I guess Madeline must have been Amanda's age, eighteen.
I was in the front room when the two of them came into the house. Madeline was a short girl, and very slender/ Her black hair reached to the top of her tiny, but well-shaped ass and her green eyes sparkled. It was those eyes that caught my attention. There was something special reflected there. And to add to it, there was an almost palpable sensuality about her. I sensed that this was a woman I could do anything for.
Amanda introduced us, and while I stood and stammered something inane, she stared into my eyes with a heat that made my cock stiffen and my palms sweat. She licked her lips and winked at me before her eyes dropped shamelessly to fasten on my crotch and the growing lump in my jeans. There was something sly and calculating about it.
When the two girls continued up the stairs and I regained conscious control of myself, it felt like awakening after a deep dream. I immediately began to develop a detailed fantasy about her, but it didn't even come close to what as to come.
The rest of the afternoon, I could hear them here and there around the house. First they were in my sister's room, then they were in the kitchen, then they were in the living room. I wanted to be in the same room with Madeline, but I didn't want to seem foolish, so (in my foolishness) I avoided them for the rest of the day until Madeline went home. I did manage to be there when she was leaving so that I could say "goodbye," though I tried to make it seem nonchalant.
That night, I dreamed of Madeline. She appeared next to me, lithe and naked, covered in a thin film of golden oil, smelling of warm summer nights under the wisteria, crooning something soft and unintelligible into my ear with a warm breathy sigh and rubbing against me the way a cat might rub against a leg. Her words were too soft and breathy for me to make out, but she seemed to want me to do something, and I didn't have too much trouble figuring out what it was. I reached to touch her, but she melted before me, smiling sexily, seductive but unreachable. I awoke, sweating and excited, with a warm stickiness in my pajamas. The dream became recurring, and memories of the dream began to fill my mind while I was awake, enlarging my fantasies.
Madeline and I went to different schools, and she didn't live in our immediate neighborhood, so I didn't have the outlet of seeing her in ordinary social situations. Because of this, and because of the dreams, My fantasy grew more and more elaborate. It didn't fill in mundane details, I had no interest in these, but through it, she became the ultimate embodiment of female sexuality. She was my Aphrodite. It was my certain knowledge that whatever she might do would have sexual implications. It made no difference to me why it was true, if she wielded a special sexual magic or if it sprang from my own mind mattered not. What did matter was that the magic existed and it focused me obsessively on her.
By the time she came to visit again, I was well and surely caught in Madeline's net, though I didn't think she had cast it for me. In fact, I doubted that she ever thought of me.
On this visit, Amanda had invited her over for the night. I didn't tumble to this until she sat across from me at the dinner table. Since Madeline had come home with Amanda, I knew they were in the house, in fact I had been consciously trying to be where I could see her from time to time to fuel my fantasies, but seeing her at the table was almost too much for me. Like a rich feast for a starving man, having so much of her so close to me was almost too much for me to handle.
I struggled through dinner, barely saying anything because when I did I tended to blush and stammer. But blushing and stammering was nothing next to what happened when I felt a foot stealing softly up my leg. I'm afraid I was not exactly suave about the whole thing. I dropped my fork and gasped. Mom asked if I was all right, and I managed somehow to say I was fine, though I doubt if anyone at the table believed me. Madeline just gave me a coy look over the top of her water glass as her foot stole away from me, leaving me in a suspended state of steaming arousal.
It took a major effort to finish my dinner and dessert without losing it altogether. The fact that Madeline ate her ice cream as if she were making oral love to it didn't help at all.
As soon as I was free to leave the table, I retired to my bedroom, berating myself angrily for being such a nerd. It had not yet occurred to me that my feelings were pretty typical of an adolescent male hormonal stew. After ten or fifteen minutes, there was a knock on my door. It was Amanda. She had Madeline with her, and wanted to come in. I opened the door, feeling a mixture of dread and welcome. The girls just wanted to talk, and we sat for a while discussing everything from school to television. Madeline started telling about a movie her family had rented in which a mad scientist type went around hypnotizing people and ordering them to do things once they were in his power. Amanda wondered if someone could just hypnotize people without their knowing it. Madeline said that they did it in the movie. I said I didn't believe anyone could hypnotize me. Madeline looked at Amanda and Amanda looked at Madeline.
"Let's try," Madeline suggested.
"I'm not so sure I want to," Amanda said.
"C'mon, it'll be fun." Madeline looked at me. "How about if we hypnotize you?"
"I dunno," I demurred. It was all beginning to sound a little too strange, or childish, or something. Anyhow, I was beginning to think I didn't want to do it.
"What have you got to lose," Madeline asked, her big eyes burning into mine with intense fire. "I thought no one could do it to you."
Something about those eyes. How could I say no? "Well, okay."
Madeline took charge. She told Amanda to turn on the lamp by the bed and turn off the overhead lights. She told me to pile up the pillows and lean back comfortably on the bed. "The guy in the movie used a gold watch, but this should work." Madeline took off a little locket on a chain from around her neck and dangled it in front of me. I was lost in her eyes. "Keep your eyes on the locket while I swing it," she instructed.
Reluctantly but obediently, I moved my eyes from her eyes to the locket. It glowed dully in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
As she began to slowly swing the locket from side to side, madeline began to speak softly and seductively. "You are growing weary. Your eyelids are beginning to feel very heavy. You are slipping into a deep trance, deeper and deeper..."
Slowly, she droned on. I began to feel sleepy in spite of myself, but I forced my eyes to stay open as long as I could. Suddenly, I felt like I was waking up.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I guess you were right. We couldn't hypnotize you." Madeline looked deep into my eyes. Amanda seemed extra quiet. I looked at her and thought she looked like she was trying very hard to keep a secret. I wondered a bit about what was going on, but I was glad I'd been right about the hypnosis...I had secretly been a little worried about it.
