This is a work of fiction. This story involves a man controlling the minds and actions of young women he meets through the use of an ancient magic charm. Every one of the women enjoy the experience, but none of them remembers anything about it afterwards. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the story to the end before you comment.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end. If you haven't already figured it out from the previous chapter, Peter (the main character) is really only interested in the sexual side of these girls, so don't expect much in the way of background.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Dreams.
Dreams had never been big in Peter's life. Before he acquired the magic charm, there had been maybe three or four dreams where he still remembered some of the details when he woke the next morning, but even these details had been fuzzy, required a lot of focus to remember, and disappeared shortly after he woke. Since Peter had put on the charm, he had one or two vivid dreams every night. When he said vivid, he meant that he remembered every detail of each dream as if it had actually happened to him that day.
Peter's dreams had taught him many lessons. Many lessons were only given once, but others seemed to form a common thread. One of those threads was his name. There seems to be many variations of his name in the dreams, but every one was a variation of, "Peter." In his dreams, he was called Pedro, Peter, Petr, Petra, Petre, Petru, Pierre, Piet, and Piotr. There were no Sams or Joes or Bills in his dreams. He was Peter in every one of them. The settings and time periods varied, but his name was constant. It was as if only those who were named Peter could possess the charm.
Another constant was how each owner of the charm had first acquired it. The little old lady who sold him the charm appeared in several of his dreams as the source of the charm. He had to believe that she was NOT just a normal woman selling her wares on the sidewalk because she continued to provide the charm to new owners throughout the ages. Although she was wearing different clothes in each of the dreams where she appeared, her face was always the same. At first, Peter thought that he was just transferring his memory of the day he bought the charm to his dreams. But then he realized that this woman had served as a common link to the charm throughout time.
One last thing that stuck as a common thread in his dreams was that death came to any owner of the charm who messed with royalty or fell in love with one of his conquests. It seemed like they had been tracked down and killed if they took the virginity of a royal. Long-term relationships NEVER worked out, and they always ended badly for the charm owner. Because of this, Peter knew that he needed to be very careful with Amy. As much as he was attracted to her, he could NOT let it turn into a long-term romantic relationship. He also realized that his time was limited that he could break the charm's effects on her before they became permanent.
Peter woke up to a text from Amy. "I love you," was all it said. After his dreams that night, he knew that long-term romance was out of the question, if he wanted to live a long life. Therefore, he had to get into Amy's mind today, and he had to cause her to fall out of love without causing her to hate (or at least reject) him. He texted her back, asking her to meet him for lunch at a café near the college, and she accepted.
Peter realized that, although he hadn't used the charm to get Amy into bed, he had used it to change her actions toward him, and he had used it to create an attraction. She had fallen in love because of that. When they met at the café, Peter immediately started giving her silent commands. He didn't want to erase her memories, but he had to put her memories in context of a "friends with benefits" relationship rather than a long-term romantic relationship.
By the time they had finished their meal, Amy was telling Peter that she had decided that they had too many differences to make their relationship work long-term, but that she really enjoyed her time in bed with him. She asked if he would be okay with just getting together every once in a while to satisfy their sexual needs. Amy told him that she still liked him, but she would no longer see him as a potential husband or boyfriend. To her surprise, Peter agreed to the new terms. He said that he would text her whenever he was able to see her.
Amy was very confused. She had gone to lunch thinking that Peter would be her one and only, but for some reason, she had broken off any possibility of a long-term relationship. She couldn't figure out why she had done this, but she knew in her heart that it was the right thing to do. Nevertheless, they decided to go to dinner on Friday evening, and then they would spend the night at Peter's house. She was looking forward to having Peter filling her again. She had never felt such pleasure in her life.
After lunch, Amy went back to work at the college, and Peter went back to his house to get some programming done. It was late when Peter finally called it quits for the day. He was sad that he had to end any possibility of a long-term romance, but he knew that it would end in disaster if he didn't end it immediately. He and Amy would still fuck regularly, but there would be no expectation of marriage.
Peter decided to go out that evening for dinner. He went to the local mall, where he knew there was a good selection of various types of food. He settled on a South Asian restaurant, since he loved chicken tika masala. He entered the small restaurant and immediately noticed the girl working behind the counter. He seated himself, and the girl came over to his table with a menu. She was wearing a nametag that read, "Maya."
Peter looked through the menu, picked out what he wanted, and called her over to the table again. When she came over, he gave her a silent command to pull on her hair at the back of her head, and she immediately complied. He gave her his order and then commanded her to come back to sit at his table when she had turned the order in to the kitchen. It took her a couple of minutes, but she came back with his yogurt drink.
He gave her a silent command to tell him all about herself. She blinked. "I don't normally sit with a customer at his table, but I feel I need to with you for some reason. My name is Maya. I am 18-years-old and a freshman in college. I live with my aunt. She is a friend of the guy who owns this restaurant."