Fourth part of an eight part series. I wrote this story to develop some themes more along the lines of "mind-influence" than "mind-control." The most erotic time in a relationship is often spent exploring the boundaries of trust and sharing. If that turns you on, then this story will have many molten scenes. At the same time, as the writing progressed, the characters grew and influenced each other in interesting ways. Is it better to get what you want, or learn what you want? I still don't know who really was in control. Maybe you will.
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I got back to work Monday, concentrating on finishing the communication design for the client. When I got home, I had a box by the door. Inside I found a container with some homemade cookies. The note read "For a sweet guy. Thanks seems too little for what we shared over the weekend. I am greatly looking forward to Wednesday! --Cathy"
"The cookies are great!" I said after she answered. "I have a fantastic weekend, and I get goodies afterward."
"Just afterward? Seems to me you were getting them all weekend."
I laughed. "I think you've got me there. Yeah, I've been getting some great goodies for a while now."
"Thank you. I have to confess, I've been getting them for a while myself."
We chatted about various things, including my trip over the weekend. We were both looking forward to Wednesday.
"Perhaps we can share a few goodies with each other on Wednesday?" Cathy asked as we were closing.
"I'd love to. See you then."
Fortunately, Tuesday and Wednesday brought some new design work, so I could concentrate and keep Cathy out of my head during the day. Tuesday night was slow, but I busied myself an errand for Cathy, a long run in the evening, and getting ready to leave. When I got home Wednesday, I changed, grabbed my bags, and headed over to Cathy's.
"Good to see you, Brad," she said before embracing me and fastening her lips to mine.
"You look fantastic, Cathy." Once again, she stunned me with her combination of elegance and sexuality. She wore a black dress that emphasized her toned upper body and long legs. A gold necklace led the eye down between her firm breasts. Her eyes danced as she watched me take her in.
"Why thank you, Brad!" she exclaimed as I handed her the flowers I had picked up on the way. "I love them!"
"They can be a reminder that I would have loved to spend some time this weekend with you." I replied.
"I was going to asked you about that. Why don't you drop off your things in the second bedroom? There's some closet space if you need to hang anything. Then we can talk."
When I got back to the kitchen, I found a glass of wine waiting for me at the bar.
"So now that I have you to myself, let's talk about your plans. Leaving early tomorrow morning?"
"Not too bad. The flight leaves around nine-thirty so I don't have to go until eight or so."
"Hmmm. Might be time for some morning exercise before you have to get going. What do you think?" she said, winking.
"I think I can wake up for that," I laughed.
"I don't think you'll have trouble waking up," she said, smiling. "And when are you getting back?"
"I land around nine on Sunday."
"Too late for any fun," she pouted. "I'd still like to continue our sessions, though. Perhaps we could try something during the week?"
"I could easily make a weekday work," I said. "In fact, Monday would work, or Tuesday..."
"Or any day?" she said, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah."
"Let's make it Tuesday," she decided. "I've already talked to Kelly, and she's free that evening."
"A little advanced planning?" I asked.
"Never hurts," she replied lightly, blushing a bit. "Now, let's see about some dinner."
Cathy had picked crab cakes. "Something light, so we keep our stamina," she said laughing. I helped her get the green beens cleaned and get the salad made while she put the cakes together. I took my seat at the bar and watched as she deftly fried the crab cakes and sauteed the beans, all the time keeping a lively conversation going while she sipped her wine.
"Brad, why don't you bring things to the table outside while I finish?"
I got everything out and she joined me at the table. We enjoyed another lively conversation over dinner, discussing movies, music, and shows we had seen. Once again, I found myself captivated by Cathy's wide-ranging interests and tastes. Clearly, she loved life, and she brought intellect, passion, and humor to her experiences.
"Even with such a beautiful evening," Cathy said, looking into my eyes, "we probably want to make sure you get enough sleep for your trip tomorrow. Let's clean up and get you to bed."