Fifth 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.
*
It was good to see my parents. With her usual intuition, my mother knew something was up in my love life. I gently dissembled and deflected in response to her questions, getting a raised eyebrow.
"She must be really special," she said when she had me alone. "You are hiding this much too well."
"She's an heiress, Mom. I just don't want you to be in danger of kidnapping or something."
"When should I expect the bodyguards?"
"You'll need them now if you keep bugging me about this."
"Oh, being a wise-ass to your own mother. I hope you treat this mystery woman better."
I wondered what Mom would think if she knew exactly how I was "treating" Cathy. I banished that idea from my mind and kept up the banter. "I treat all the ladies well, Mom. That's why I'm such a hot date."
I got rolled eyes in response to that, but she must have decided that she'd probed enough—at least for today.
That evening, I took a walk outside and dialed up Cathy.
"Hello, Cathy, it's Brad."
"Pretty racy homework, Brad. I'm doing it right now."
My cock lurched, instantly straining against my pants. "You mean you're..."
"Yes, Brad, I've got the small one buried. It feels good. Surprised?"
"I've learned to expect surprises from you, Cathy. That's totally hot. If I wasn't on a walk in the neighborhood, I'd ask for a play-by-play."
"Maybe I should do that anyway. Sounds like fun to me. It's pretty lonely here. I've got a free hand that's just itching for something to do."
"Jesus, Cathy, you're killing me."
She laughed. "It went in pretty easy. I just relaxed and slowly worked it back and forth until it slid home. Did I tell you it felt good? I think you're turning me into a back-door girl." Cathy was really turned on to be talking like this.
"So what's next?"
"Oh, I think you know what's next," she purred. "But for tonight, what's next is that you get to listen to me play with myself."
And that's exactly what she did. I tried to keep from stumbling off the curb as I listened to Cathy get herself off. I could almost feel her shudders when she came. When she finally calmed down, she threw another curve ball.
"So how are your parents doing?" It was like I had just called and we were starting the conversation.
"Uh...they're great." I said, scrambling to recover. "Mom seems to think I'm in deep with some hot girlfriend."
"What did you tell her?"
"It's what I didn't tell her that clued her in," I replied. "She's another one of these maddening women in my life that pick up on my vibes more than is good for me."
"Better come up with a good cover story quick."
"Yeah, maybe I'll tell her that I'm helping this really hot friend explore her sexuality, and I'm..."
"...and you're...?"
I decided to just say it. "...and I'm falling for her."
There was a silence, and then a softer voice. "Well, it might help to round out your story if you add that your 'hot friend' is falling for you too. That she keeps you on the phone because she likes to hear your voice. That she said you're once in a lifetime."
Now it was my turn for silence as my brain tried to comprehend what I just heard.
"Cat got your tongue?" Cathy gently asked.
"Something like that," I replied. "I'm just trying to figure out how this story can get any better."
"Oh, I'm sure we can find a way. Good night, Brad."
"Night, Cathy."
I stumbled back home, my mind whirling. I saw the gleam of recognition in her eyes as Mom looked at my face. If she checked any other parts of my body for clues, she was very discreet about it.
"Good night, son. Sweet dreams." I heard a slight emphasis on the last two words, but not enough to call her out on it.
The next morning at breakfast, I decided to come clean with my parents and get it over with.
"As you've guessed, Mom, there is a lady friend in my life. Her name's Cathy."
"Can she cook?" My Dad liked to play the curmudgeon sometimes.
"As a matter of fact, she can, Dad. She cooks really well. Of course, not as well as you do, Mom."
"Of course, dear. I'm happy to hear that you're dating again. So what's she like?"
"Nothing too special, Mom. She's tall, brunette, hair down beneath her shoulders. She's very good looking, classy, well-read, smart, athletic, and good in...the kitchen." I laughed when I saw Mom's eye's jump on that last one. "Now that I think about it, I've got a picture of her on my laptop. Let me go get it." I had taken a picture of Cathy and Kelly at the resort on the way to dinner.
"Cathy's the brunette. Her friend is Kelly."
"Looks like they're really good friends," Mom observed. It was true. The ladies' friendship radiated out from their faces, their posture, and the casual arm they draped around each other's waist. "What's Kelly like?"
"A lot like Cathy. Wicked smart, classy, athletic, funny. I don't know so much about her cooking"—Dad laughed—"but she appreciates good food. She's more direct in her approach—Cathy's more understated. And you're right, Mom. The two of them are like sisters that really like each other." I saw my mother nod to herself. "Yeah, Mom, I remember what you always say. Judge a person by their friends. On that score, Cathy ranks pretty high." I saw Mom smile at that, and then she got a wicked gleam in her eye as she studied the picture a bit more.
"That's a lovely setting, Brad. I can't remember seeing anything like that around where you live. Where is it?"
Busted
. "Uh...that's a resort about an hour away. Lovely grounds," I said lamely.
"Must be a great restaurant, to drive all that way for dinner."
My Dad chimed in, unable to resist. "Was Kelly traveling with anyone?"
"Uh, no, Dad. Just the three of us."
"Way to go, son! Two lovely ladies on a getaway! That's my boy!" Dad whooped and punched me on the arm.
"I'm trying to remember why I thought it was a good idea to tell you guys anything. Do either one of you remember?"
"Because we would have dragged it out of you anyway. Isn't it easier this way?" my mother asked reasonably.
"Uh, I guess so. Any more questions or observations before this interrogation is over?"
"Just one, Brad. When do your father and I get to meet this mystery woman?"
"Oh, I'm sure we'll find a time," I evaded, snapping the laptop shut and taking it back before I got any further uncomfortable questions.
Later my mother found me on the deck and came out. "I hope you know, Brad, that we enjoy giving you a bit of a hard time, especially about your love life. It's one small compensation for all the work of raising you."
I laughed. "I guess on that score, I'm getting off pretty easy here."
Mom laughed too. "Cathy sounds like quite a catch."
"She does stack up well on anyone's desirability ledger. However, it goes further. I've never met anyone where the chemistry matched up so completely. We just...understand each other. I guess that's why I'm reluctant to say too much yet. Everything's perfect so far..."
