It was a couple days before I had time to test out my theory. Kate's sudden call from her boss had been the result of some sort of accident at the dam construction up the Monongahela, and she wound up doing several double shifts. I decided not to experiment on her for a little - I was happy she was getting so much work, and besides, what I wanted to try would take a long block of uninterrupted time.
Instead, I passed the time wrapping up demo on the upstairs. I figured if I could be completely finished with all of the wrecking I could start on actual construction when I got back. I worked diligently over the next two days ripping out musty drywall in the internal divisions and prying up the ruined hardwood floors. I also spent a little time shopping for what I'd need next time Kate and I did meet up.
With two nights to go before my long drive to Arizona, Kate finally gave me a ring. I was glad to hear from her - I wanted to run a test before I enacted my plan. But, for once, it wasn't a booty call. Rather, she had organized a nighttime cookout for the neighborhood some weeks back, and had fallen behind on preparation in her sudden burst of work.
Naturally, I was drafted to help. I didn't mind - I had grown to enjoy Kate's company in a certain platonic sense. Her stories were always colorful, her jokes always funny, and even for the pushy, acerbic lady she was, she was always kind to me, and I to her. To be honest, it was hard to work out what my feelings towards Kate
were
, exactly - as tired a trope as it was, I really did consider Kate a friend with benefits. I didn't want a future with her - nor her with me, as she made clear - but even without the patina of 'experimenting' on her, our fucking was just... fun. No hangups, no drama. I had no idea how to square that with my romantic feelings towards Sara.
With the sun setting, we loaded up a wheelbarrow with food and decorations and made the trek two streets uphill to the little park that sat just above our neighborhood. It used to be a dog park, I think, before all the rich folks fled. In the years since, the neighborhood dogs had played wherever they wanted, which I guess entitled us humans to the park. I helped Kate string up some lights, and a banner that read, "Local Incorporation Now!" before she ran off to greet the other neighbors showing up.
I spent the night happily grilling for the neighbors. I'm really not the most social guy, so hiding behind the portable electric range was about my level of comfort - I got to say hi to everyone just long enough for them to give their order and make a little small talk without having to get into anything too deep. Grilling was also pretty fun. I had been a cook in a fast food joint in high school and hated it, but now I found the task of making the best burger I could to be transfixing, a challenging task given that Kate had bought cheap vat-grown meat.
The night wore on and people came and went, before finally trickling off back to their houses, promising Kate they'd... well, I was actually unsure what Kate wanted them to do. Write the mayor, maybe? I began cleaning up as the last few folks clustered around her, caught in some incredibly dull argument about Emergency Powers. I made a couple trips back to Kate's place to drop off the uneaten food before leaning on the gate, waiting for her to be done.
When she finally noticed me and extracted herself, we sloped quietly down the hill back home.
"Your place or mine?" she asked, once we were out of earshot of the others.
"Mine." I replied. Else, I'd have to bring the ingredients of my plan over, and that might come off weird.
"Thanks for helping tonight." Kate said. "I know politics isn't your thing."
"Happy to lend a hand." I responded quietly. "I hope you get, uh... Incorporation?"
Kate punched me in the arm. "I knew you weren't paying attention!"
We turned down the steps into my basement. Before the door was closed, my lips were on hers. Thirty seconds later, she was riding me.
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Kate's cunt was as intoxicating as it had been three afternoons ago, with the exception that this time, I hadn't just cum between her tits. My diminutive neighbor only managed to get off once, grinding her mons against my pubic bone and briefly collapsing onto my chest as I thrust into her. Shortly after, I realized I was on the edge, and warned her as much. A couple days ago, she would have hopped off to get her 'fair share' of cunnilingus while I cooled down. Now, though, she hissed back encouragement and then affirmation as I boiled into her.
And then, as always, her face went slack, her eyes glazed over, and Kate was under.
I gingerly got up from the bed, rolling her onto her back. At my desk in the corner lay the key element in my plan - a pair of high quality noise-cancelling headphones. This particular model had been out of production for over twenty years, but had been the only pair at the local flea market that actually did as advertised - blocked all sound.
I slipped the headset over Kate's head, ever so carefully flexing the foam around her ears as they settled, trying to avoid creating a pocket of air pressure. If I was right, and loud noises were responsible for the end of trance, I didn't want to mess up by making her hear one of those dreadful ear-popping noises. I let out a sigh of relief when they were snugly seated.
Next I tested to make sure they were working properly by standing on the other side of the apartment and yelling loudly. Nothing - Kate continued to lie, limp and glassy-eyed, on my cheap government-issued bedspread. Not quite satisfied, I rang the doorbell, and banged a pot lid against its pot. Nothing. Either sound was irrelevant, or the antique headphones were doing their job.
I then settled into the hardest thing I had had to do all week: nothing. The only real way to know if I was keeping Kate from snapping out of the trance was to wait and see. She'd stayed under for a little over an hour late one night several days ago, as I had whispered in her ear about the delicious flavor of my cum. Most of the time, she'd been in trance for maybe fifteen to forty-five minutes. I figured waiting three hours would be enough to know, and so I settled in for the wait.
It was the longest three hours of my life. I told myself, to pass the time, I would document Kate's behavior while she was under, but after staring at her for half an hour and not seeing a single muscle move - except for the beat of her heart and the slow, steady draw of her diaphragm, moving her breasts ever so slightly - I set aside my notebook. For perhaps an hour I sat at my kitchen table, looking at her in the bed, growing steadily harder as I recuperated from our last bout. Eventually, I tore my gaze from her body and instead opened my computer to research my route to Arizona.
At long last, around one in the morning, my alarm rang. Kate still looked entirely placid. My body tensed with expectant energy, ready to begin my experiment in earnest, but I made myself stop. Once again, I tried to wake her - I yelled, I banged the pot lid. Nothing. Kate was, it seemed, caught in her trance until I took the headphones off.
I delicately snaked a wire to the headphones, plugging it in behind the left ear. My gaze lingered on her for a moment, in awe at her total placidity, her big brown vacant eyes staring transfixed at the ceiling. I tore myself away to stick the other end of the cable into my computer before bowing my head to speak into it.
"You had a good time tonight."
"I had a good time tonight."
There was a sightly different - though still flat - quality to her voice than before. This gave me some pause. Then, I realized - Kate couldn't hear her own voice with the headphones on. A different tone made sense. I forged ahead.
"You love the feeling of my cock inside you."
"I love the feeling of your cock inside me."
"You relish the feeling of me cumming in you."
"I relish the feeling of you cumming in me."
Thank goodness - it seemed a three-hour-old trance was just as good as a farm-fresh one.
I sat back and thought. I wanted -
needed
, really, deep inside my heart or cock or wherever such perverse desires lived - to know if I could overcome resistance through repetition. I had to learn if there were any limits to my ability. Really, I needed to smash through those limits. But first, I needed a good test case. Not blowing me - Kate had rejected that in very firm terms. But perhaps I could inch her closer. I pressed the spacebar on my keyboard and began to speak into my computer microphone once again.
"You love my cum."
"I love your cum."
"You want to drink my seed."
