Someone Had To Seize The Initiative

How it all began: We didn't actually know each other, though I had certainly seen him around campus and I knew he played lacrosse. Then it happened, Senior year and we are taking the same undergraduate psychology class--the next thing I know we've been assigned to work on a tandem project together. He introduces himself; my heart skips a beat. Athletic build with a roguish smile (nice!) but it's his gray eyes and the fact that he's shy that does it for me.

We check our calendars then agree to meet 7:00 pm Wednesday night at my place since my roommate was away for the semester studying abroad. It was further agreed that I, as hostess, would provide a cheese pizza and that he would contribute a bottle of red wine as long as it did not exceed $20 in price (on that qualifier I was most insistent--best to keep things fair all around).

Now normally red wine might not be the best idea given that we were going to be working on an important project together but I figured the first night would be more kind of getting to know each other. Plus, we would both be more than a bit nervous so wine would help relax us and put the both of us more at ease. Then we could get down to business.

At the designated night & time he arrives fashionably late, which he apologizes for, then upon entering he gives me a somewhat awkward hug and hands over a bottle of Italian red table wine. The pizza is still baking so I invite him to follow me into the kitchen and as I turn away from him it hits me that this guy might be even more intoxicating than the wine we were about to enjoy. His hug had been awkward, true, but in an adorable way plus he was dressed nice and was wearing an exotic cologne with hints of leather and tobacco.

Upon entering the kitchen, I fetch a corkscrew and then promptly drill right through the twist-off top. He pretends not to notice that I hadn't even realized the bottle had no cork-- this strikes me as endearing. I quickly ditch the corkscrew, remove the top and pour us each a glass. Maybe I'm nervous too?

The pizza turns out rather tasty. As we devour, we make small talk: am I here on a sport's scholarship also? No, but I did play volleyball and soccer in high school. My turn: what I want to ask him is, "do you have a girlfriend?" (also, secondarily, what cologne are you wearing?) but those both seem too forward so I ask about his family instead. He talks about his hometown, his parents, and his two younger sisters.

Then it was my turn to give a brief bio. I do then pour us each another glass of this marvelous potion-wine so we can head into the living room to brainstorm possible topics for our project.

I don't remember who brought it up first but soon we were engaged in a serious debate about hypnosis. Was it just some parlor trick or serious mind control? The participant would have to be willing, we both knew that, but is everybody equally susceptible? And what were the limits as to what they would do?

We agree that both of us will research these and other related questions before we meet again in a couple of days. He leaves; I am intrigued...by him, by our conversation. At times he was definitely flirting with me, wasn't he?

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Our second session: He has just come from lacrosse practice so is freshly-showered but wearing just gym shorts, a sweatshirt, and Birkenstock sandals. A tantalizing quartet hits my nose: lavender (violins), sea salt (viola) and bergamot (cello).

Things are about to get interesting. This time he brings Italian subs and I make us vodka martinis--shaken, not stirred (for reasons I'll make clear later).

Do either of us believe in hypnotism? No, not really but it is an enticing subject.

Me: "Well, we won't know until we try."

Him: "So, you want me to hypnotize you?"

Me: "Yeah, go ahead. Do your worst."

Him: "Hold on. What rules will we follow?"

Me: "Rules?"

Him: "Seriously, we need rules."

Me: "Why?"

Him: "Well, in case you didn't notice I am a guy."

Me: "Oh, I've noticed."

Him: "Have you now?"

Me: (I blush then recover my composure) "Do your worst!"

Him: "As a gentleman I must insist on rules."

Me: "Okay, how about the golden rule?"

Him: "What?"

Me: "You don't make me do anything that you're not willing to do."

We shake hands, we have a deal. He produces a pocket watch on a chain and now he is swinging it slowly in front of my eyes. "You're getting sleepy...very sleepy." The watch continues to dangle and he repeats his incantation, "you're getting sleepy...very sleepy."

Okay, so this is clearly not working but then a thought hits me--I kinda blame the martinis. What if I just play along?

Angel on my shoulder: "Sounds too risky."

Devil on my shoulder: "Let the games begin-- let's have some fun!"

I flutter my eyes then close them and nod off as if I had fallen asleep. He snaps his fingers at me, I don't respond. He gently shakes me, I don't respond. He waits and then screams "boo" in my face, but I remain unresponsive.

Him: "Okay, so you are now under my control. You will do what I say and you won't remember anything when you wake up."

Me: (I nod my head)

Him: "Act like you're a puppy dog."

Me: (I happily get down on my knees to act like I'm begging) "Ruff!"

Him: (his heart skips a beat) "Oh, okay, how about act like you're a cat?"

Me: "Meow." (Then the devil takes over and I happily crawl over towards him to begin rubbing up against his leg.)

Him: (surprised) "Hey there, kitty." (he pets my head)

Me: "Meow." (I begin to purr)

Him: (startled) "Okay, it's time for you to wake up now. 3, 2, 1, awake!"

Me: (I snap out of my trance and look at him funny) "What happened?"

Him: "It's me. You're safe."

Me: "Why am I on the floor?"

Him: "Come on, you're playing with me."

Me: "What?"

Him: "I tried to hypnotize you...do you remember?"

Me: "What? No. What?"

Him: (incredulous) "Seriously?"

I stand up and head into the kitchen to make us another round of martinis. He follows me into the kitchen and watches me intently as I prepare our drinks. I raise the shaker up over my shoulder, gripping it with both hands, and begin to vigorously shake it.

He's now smiling at me; I kinda get the feeling it's because my breasts are wonderfully bouncing all around as I do my workout. (Did I mention that I'm not wearing a bra? Devil made me do it!) I move the shaker over and above my other shoulder then just keep shaking, I want the image of my extremely playful puppies seared into his dreams!

Me: "So, I've been meaning to ask...Do you like it dirty?"

Him: (instantly blushes) "What was that?"

Me: (I chuckle) "You know, with olive brine, A dirty martini."

Him: (He chuckles) "Oh, gotcha. Well, I guess I trust your judgement."

Me: "That's good to know since I'm about to hypnotize you."

Him: "Are you being serious right now?"

Me: "You had your shot."

Him: "Listen, I'm not sure if you're messing with me or not."

Me: (I strain the elixir into our glasses, then add an olive to each)

Back in the living room I propose a toast to science and after we've had our first sips, I grab the pocket watch. It swings back and forth; he follows it with his eyes. I tell him that he's getting sleepy...very sleepy. Funnily enough I only have to say it once then his eyes close and his head bows.

(Okay, I can see this guy also has a sense of humor...no way that worked. But I do like his playful attitude.)

Angel on my shoulder: "Let him off the hook."

Devil on my shoulder: "Let's see how far he's prepared to go!"

I have another sip of my drink while studying him closely, oh he's good at this. No doubt he was in theater club in high school or something. I snap my fingers at him, no response. It's pretty clear he is wanting me to make some kind of move here. Right? I'm almost positive he is playing make believe but what if he's not?

Well...my research did say that even when someone is under hypnosis, they won't actually do something they don't really want to do. Hmmm...

Devil on my shoulder: "Call his bluff already!"

That's a good point, I need to call his bluff...but how exactly? He'd have to be blind to not realize that I'm totally into him. I've been sending out signals since we met. Oh, but he is kinda shy so maybe this is his way of letting me take the reins and set the pace??

Me: "Okay, so you are now under my control. You will do what I say and you won't remember anything when you wake up."

Him: (he nods his head)

Me: "Ahhh, get down and crawl over here to me."

Him: (he slowly gets down then crawls over to me)

Me: (after another sip of liquid courage) "Stand & TAKE OFF your shirt."

Him: (he removes his baggy hoodie and is now standing in front of me)

I take a deep breath, more impressive than I had even imagined. I knew he was an athlete, sure, but with 6-pack abs, well-defined pecs, and such muscular arms he looked like a gladiator. Why in the world does he go around wearing baggy shirts that hide his physique? If he were my man then it would be tight formfitting Henley's all the time!

Hold on...unless I was about to send him off to work on some college project with a pretty girl and they were going to be all alone in her apartment!

He still hasn't flinched, just stands before me like a Greek statue. I down the rest of my martini then I just flat out ask him to nod yes or no...does he have a girlfriend? There's a slight pause and then he moves his head from side to side, the answer is "No" and now my heart rate noticeably increases.

But how could that be even remotely true? I ask and he shrugs his shoulders like even he's confused as to why that is. I take a picture of him, so I have it for later.

Okay, so then I just blurt it out: "You're like the hottest guy I've seen in my life!" (then for good measure) "I'd fall for you in a heartbeat...ahhh...(now I speak softer and more honestly)...the truth is, I may have already fallen for you..." He is now nodding "Yes" and there's clearly a smile on his face.

Devil on my shoulder: This hunk clearly likes games, so let's play!

Me: "Okay, so I'm now officially your girlfriend... so... like... I dunno... show me some affection?"

He kneels then crawls closer. He removes my tennis shoes then my pink, girly socks. Next, he firmly grabs my right foot, his thumbs begin to press against the sole; I feel the stress and tension melting away.

Me: "That feels amazing, more please."

His tongue now begins to explore and soon he is sucking on my toes! I am taken off guard, I wasn't expecting this, but soon I am putty in his hands. His mouth is warm and wet and enthusiastic to say the least. Pleasure sensors throughout my body are lighting up as he attentively focuses on each of my toes in turn.

To say this felt incredible would be an understatement but then he literally puts the entire front of my foot into his mouth; I am transported to another erogenous plain altogether. Next, he begins to work his mouth so warm saliva is bathing and shooting between my toes, the sensations are so intense that one of my hands now moves under my halter top to play with my nipples while the other moves up under my skirt to rub the ache that he is creating.

Doesn't take too long before he notices. He slides up between my legs, licking and nibbling on my thighs until he reaches his destination. He pulls my cotton panties down to my knees then my legs are soon up over his shoulders, my feet are resting on his back. His hands now part my lips and he thrusts his tongue deep inside of my pussy. Euphoria, pure bliss, followed by glorious waves of pleasure.

His eager mouth is relentless in its pursuit and soon I am arching my back in ecstasy. I seem to be losing control of my body because now I begin to perform involuntary pelvic thrusts but, like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, his mouth continues to ride my pussy. He plants his elbows firmly on the bed and then places his hands under my ass to prop me up. I can offer no more resistance and now all ten of my toes are curled and stabbed into his back while every fiber of my being is straining against itself. Ff-uuu-cccc-kkkkk...

He shifts so now he is holding me in place with just one hand and now I have fingers inside of me exploring, searching for treasure. X marks the spot and now his fingers are tapping deep inside me while his mouth moves up to my hood in search of my clit.

I lose composure, my hands are now grabbing the hair on the back of his head and I'm pulling him into me with all my might. I scream out his name but he doesn't stop his agitations and my orgasm becomes unending. I can feel my pussy fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, the most intense experience I've ever enjoyed.

Then the butterfly lands on a flower, tears of joy are streaming down my face. I release his head, his gaze pierces my soul, then I finally realize what belonging means-- I'm in love for the first time in my life.

He stands, puts his shirt back on, then without breaking character exits the room. I hear the front door open and without a word he is gone...

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Our third session: I don't know what to expect when he arrives. We haven't actually spoken since the other night except for an exchange of text messages regarding our schedule. Was he mad at me?

We aren't an item but, at the very least, wouldn't he have acknowledged that what we shared had been pretty special and he can't wait to see me again? Maybe I'm being silly...so he doesn't have a girlfriend but maybe he keeps like a whole harem of playthings? A guy like that could sweep just about any girl off her feet, I'm probably dealing with some highly skilled lady-killer.

Well, I am just going to have to set him straight--I'm not interested in casual, in fact I'm not settling for anything less than an exclusive relationship. If he thinks he can toy with my heart then he's in for a surprise. I'll show up at his next practice wearing the skimpiest of outfits and, his teammates will be drooling all over me! Then he'll be sorry... (okay, I'm sounding a tad crazy)

The doorbell rings, I hold my breath. (maybe pretend I'm not home?) No, I'm going to face this head on right here - right now! I yank open the door and he must see something in my face because he is immediately timid and apologetic. (but it's clear he doesn't know exactly why or what for...)

I sheepishly explain that I was kinda having a bad day, not his fault. Won't he please come in? He enters and takes his seat on the couch.

Devil on my shoulder: "You've startled him, the poor dear/deer..."

Angel on my shoulder: "He's a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing!"

Devil on my shoulder: "Jump into his lap and French kiss him!"

Angel on my shoulder: "It's a trap! He'll do some judo move then pin us down and we'll be powerless to resist his advances!"

Devil on my shoulder: "Yeah, if we're lucky--let's do this!!"

I gingerly sit next to him then say, "Look, about the other night..." He looks dumbfounded but his eyes beg me to continue. "The fact is that things escalated pretty quickly and...well, I just want to say I'm not normally that...easy."

He just stares at me questioningly; he doesn't know what to say.

Me: "Look, I like you, I really do...and I enjoyed the other night...but I'm a proper lady--"

Him: (interrupting me) "Of course you are...when I look at you, I see a (pauses then gushes) a Porsche 911--"

Me: (interrupting him) "What does that mean?"

Him: "You know...you're elite...not every man could...like afford to buy you and...drive you around...it's like--"

Me: (interrupting him) "Buy me? Take me for a spin around the block?"

Him: "This is all coming out wrong...I can't collect my thoughts...you must be sitting too close to me..." (he's clearly flustered)

Me: "Take a deep breath, then try that again."

Him: (deep breath then long pause) "You are way outta my league, you're like the exotic sportscar that I know I can't have. I know I shouldn't have tried to kiss you the other night but...I lost my head and I'm sorry."

What is he talking about? He did way more than kiss me! Hold on...hypnotism works? No, he was just roleplaying like I was. But is he still roleplaying? That doesn't make much sense, and now I'm the flustered one.

Him: "You're not saying anything...please give me another chance. I swear I'm a perfect gentleman and will treat you like...like a proper lady!"

Me: "We better get to work on our project."

Him: "Okay...but are...are we good?"

Me: (I lean towards him) "Kiss me...now...before I change my mind."

He does and it's nice: I kinda feel like Goldilocks...the kiss wasn't too innocent nor too lustful, his lips were neither too dry nor too wet, the kiss wasn't too short nor too long. I smile to myself, his kiss was "just right." Plus he smells like lemon, crisp apple, and...jasmine tea.

We flip a coin to see who goes first--he wins the toss and soon I am hopping around like a kangaroo, then standing completely still because he had turned me into a statue.

He approaches...and his eyes wander all over my body. I'm already getting wet and can't wait until he touches me. Then he's behind and I feel his warm breath on my neck. He plants a single kiss there then releases me from my trance.

(This guy is killing me!)

My turn: I instruct him to take off his clothes and sit down on the couch. I watch intently as he obeys, then I remind him about the golden rule, his clothes are off so I also have to be naked. Doesn't take me long, I want this guy right now!

I prance around a bit and twirl so he can take in my nubile body. His face remains expressionless. (I am gonna break him!)

I mount him, I crawl up on his lap facing him in the lotus position, my knees on either side of his hips. (I may know a little something about the Kama Sutra...)

I mash my breasts against his muscular chest and kiss him, he acts like nothing is happening. (oh right) "It's time to up your passion level there, kiss me like my life depended on it." He instantly springs to life; his hand grabs my hair then he tilts my head and pulls my lips to his greedy mouth. His tongue immediately goes on a probing mission to find mine and then he is softly sucking my tongue into his mouth. The noises escaping my lips urge him on.

His powerful arms are wrapped around me, I'm his prisoner and he definitely needs me to understand that. His body also apparently wants me to understand that he is incredibly turned-on right now because I can already feel his cock coming to life. He keeps holding me tight and kissing me deeply until I find myself grinding against his manhood. This feels like heaven, I up my intensity so soon we are both breathing heavy and moaning aloud.

He finds my mouth again and now his tongue is thrusting deep inside me. His grip is the same so I can barely move but nonetheless I continue to rub myself up and down his shaft. I so badly want him inside of me, my pussy is so wet and I'm so close.

I say his name and beg him to take me! His hands suddenly move to grab my ass, he positions me then I'm quite aware his bulbous head is at my gate...and then he smashes through and pulls me down until his rock-hard cock has fully impaled me. I can't even begin to pretend I was ready for that and I gasp out a little scream. He doesn't move, allowing me to regain my composure.

I wrap my arms around his chest then move my face in to nuzzle at his neck. "Please, make love to me..."

His movements are so tender... I wish I knew what sex felt like for him, for me it is pure internal sunshine. The yearnings of my head, heart, and soul being met...

I take over and begin to bounce up and down, writhing in agony, begging for release. He definitely senses what is needed and in one smooth motion (maybe some judo move?) I am now on my back with my legs pinned back next to my head by his powerful arms--he begins with a 'vicious stab then pause' approach. I squeal with every exquisite collision.