Final 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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Monday evening, my phone rang.
"Evening, lover-boy." Of course, it was Kelly. "You two love-birds have fun over the weekend?"
"So how am I taking shit from you, when you were out on a date with Kevin? Shouldn't I be asking how far you let him go?"
"The best defense is a good offense, Brad. But since you asked, I never give it up on the first date. The second, however..."
"So there's a second?"
"Kevin's already called—such a gentleman. Of course, what man wouldn't with me? He's lost, Brad, just as you are with Cathy."
I laughed. "I admit it on my side, but I think you'll find Kevin a worthy opponent."
"Oh, I so love challenges! Now, let's get down to why I called. You two, all alone for the weekend. Tell me all the juicy details!"
I gave Kelly a pretty complete version. She asked a lot of questions about the non-sexual parts.
"That sounds exactly like what Cathy said," she said when I finished. "It's great to hear that you're getting to know each other outside the bedroom. I wondered if you'd ever leave your house."
"Hard to believe any woman would want to get out of bed with me, isn't it?"
Kelly snorted. "Whatever. Bed or not, Brad, Cathy was absolutely glowing when I stopped by. She likes you—a lot."
"It goes both ways. I think she and I saw each other in a different light, and we liked what we saw."
"I think you're both perfect for each other," she replied.
I took the opening. "Maybe a little too perfect, almost like someone made a match. Tell me, Kelly, how much did you
help
Cathy to understand that she had a problem and that only I could solve it?"
Kelly didn't miss a beat. "You know me, Brad, always trying to help my friends have the finest. Of course I know everything about my best friend, sometimes more than she does herself."
I laughed. "Good answer, Kelly, but I'm watching you."
"That's the thanks I get. Oh well, I'll savor my good deeds alone."
"Not likely. But I'm happy you're Cathy's friend—and mine."
"Thanks, Brad. You both mean everything to me. Now, I'd best be letting you go, since you were waiting to call Cathy. You
are
going to call her, right?"
"Relax, Mom. I'll call her."
"Good night, lover-boy."
"I am soooo waiting to turn the tables, Miss Smarty-pants. Good-night."
I did call Cathy, and we both eagerly discussed how much fun we'd had over the weekend. On a hunch, I asked her if she'd like to meet me for pizza the next evening.
"What a great idea—we've never done that before. Plus, Brad, I appreciate how you seem to know what I'm thinking. Yes, I am making us both wait for Thursday. I want to be well rested for my final!"
Cathy met me outside the restaurant the next evening.
"Hi, Cathy! That sundress looks great on you."
"Why, thank you, Brad. You're looking pretty good yourself."
We got seated and got a glass of wine. Cathy looked over at me.
"Thanks for inviting me, Brad. I have to laugh—it's almost like we're dating backwards. We're doing a very safe dinner where we each drove, but we kind of know each other a little better than the average guy and girl doing this, don't you think?"
I chuckled. "Cathy, in some ways I know you very intimately, but you always find a way to surprise me. So while I know a lot about you, there's a lot I don't know, too. You always keep a sense of mystery about you."
Cathy's eyes locked onto mine. "I like being your mystery woman, Brad."
"Don't ever stop," I said, and her eyes flashed.
Later, I brought up my phone call with Kelly. "I tried to put her on the spot about getting us together, but she just breezed right by it. She's pretty good."
"She's
very
good," Cathy emphasized. "She's gotten me to do several things I hadn't done before—good thing she's a friend."
"Anything you'd like to share?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Cathy smiled.
As we were finishing, Cathy looked up. "Brad, I had a wonderful evening. Maybe next time I'll give you my phone number."
We laughed and parted with a kiss at her car. I helped her inside and waved as she drove off.
When I got home, Wednesday, I have a message on my machine. "Looking forward to tomorrow, Brad. I always shoot for an A+. Don't forget to stay over Friday!"
I hadn't forgotten. I played basketball that evening with some friends to take my mind off of it.
Thursday, as usual, I immersed myself in some deep design work, and the day went quickly. I put things away, and hurried home, picking up flowers on the way. I changed into some pleated slacks, guessing that I'd need to room for my cock later on. I brought my overnight things and a change of clothes as well.
"Brad, they're lovely!" Cathy exclaimed when she opened the door. I handed her the flowers and quickly took in her body, every curve emphasized by her sheath dress.
"Wow. You look fabulous!"
She smiled and flowed into my arms, kissing me deeply. "Better say hello to Kelly," she whispered.
I looked up and saw Kelly waiting, an expectant look on her face. My eyes travelled up and down her body, also highlighted by a sheath dress. Her pattern subtly complimented Cathy's, and made it difficult to look away.
"Kelly, you look stunning," I said as I took her into my arms. She smiled and then surprised me by kissing me on the lips. A jolt of electricity went through me.
"That's for the compliment," she said. "Your eyes said more than your words."
I turned back to Cathy, still a little stunned. Her eyes gleamed back at me.
"Better get the rest of your things," she softly directed, smiling.
As I came back inside, the two ladies stood by Cathy's bar, talking. Cathy faced away from me, and I let my eyes linger on her ass, nicely framed in her dress. I glanced up to Kelly, a knowing look in her eyes. Of course, they had planned this pose. I dropped my bag off in Cathy's bedroom, finding the bed turned down, a chair pulled up, and a small velvet bag on the nightstand. I knew this was supposed to make me wonder.
Cathy handed me a glass of wine as I rejoined them, a twinkle in her eye. "To a couple of very special people in my life," she said. As we took a sip, I marveled at how good they looked together.
"Yes, Brad, these are our man-killer outfits," Kelly laughed, reading my mind. "They go together well, no?"
"I'm already dead," I said, to giggles from the ladies.
"I figure that they'll help you behave—knowing that Cathy and I can snare another boyfriend for her any time."
"Yeah, but she'd be getting some lousy sex that way. That's my way of keeping
her
in line."
"And you've got me hooked," Cathy said, smiling. "I think we're even, but I'm never going to behave—not completely."
"I don't think any of us are, especially Kelly," I responded. We all laughed.
Cathy brought out some appetizers, and we continued talking and laughing as she finished preparing dinner. I watched her graciously move about her kitchen, keeping the conversation flowing while she worked. If she held any apprehension about later, she didn't show it.
"We're having steak salad," she announced. "Brad, can you crumble the blue cheese?"
I stepped in to help while Kelly got the table set outside. We got the plates fixed and added some rolls that Cathy had been baking. Soon we were outside, enjoying the evening.
"This is delicious," I said. "It's satisfying, but not too heavy."
"I cook dinners like these in the summer," Cathy replied. "Especially when I'm going to be active later." Kelly snickered.
We took our time enjoying the meal. Cathy explained more details of her weekend plans with her parents, and we figured out the logistics of meeting them at the various events. Finally, Cathy looked up.
"Everyone satisfied?" Kelly and I nodded. "Shall we clear the plates?"
We got the kitchen cleared and moved to Cathy's living room, taking our customary places.
Cathy looked at Kelly. "Thanks for coming one more time, Kelly. I wanted to celebrate all that we have accomplished, and I wanted you here. I might not remember to thank you later."
"You're welcome," Kelly said, laughing. "I'm happy to be here."
Cathy turned to me. "And you, Brad, how can I thank you? You've taken me much further than I ever thought possible."
"You're very welcome, Cathy." I replied. "I get to enjoy your journey as much as you do. To see a student achieve so much brings a lot of satisfaction to teaching."
Kelly cocked an eye. "Satisfaction—is that what they call it?" We all laughed.
Cathy looked at each of us. "OK. Everyone ready to get started?"
"Cathy," I said. "I do have a question for you."
"Yes, Brad?"
"As part of developing your examination, I did some additional research on suggestions during the voice dialog process. Up until now, I've been careful to respond only to your specific desires. If you would like, I could suggest some things that might prove very stimulating."
Cathy's eyes lit up. "I would like that very much, Brad."
"Kelly here can keep me honest," I added.
"So what are you going to suggest that Cathy wouldn't go for anyway?" Kelly snorted. "She's a sex goddess, remember?"
"I just want to make sure I worship her in the proper way," I replied.
"Just make sure he lives up to expectations," Cathy laughed. "OK, professor, let's get this test going. I'm ready!"