Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (8 page)

“Well, Kayla’s going to need somebody to keep her in check…” Lydia suggested.

Julie seemed intrigued, and she waited until Sue arched back and silently came to orgasm.

Flushed red, Sue politely dismounted from Kayla’s face and moved to the edge of t
he bed, a deep look of satisfaction on her face. At Julie’s behest, she took over holding-Kayla-down duty.

Julie climbed on the bed and sat on Kayla’s face.

It was impossible to tell how many times the model had gotten off; she seemed to be in a continual state of arousal. Her body had clenched with apparent orgasm three times already. Emma slid out of her and backed off, exhausted from the strenuous effort.

“Let go of her arms,”
Julie said, and the other women complied.

Suddenly freed, save for the redhead’s sex in her face, Kayla stretched… considered her position… and then reached up to grip Julie’s ass, bringing her down.

“Ah, sweet revenge,” Julie breathed, closing her eyes to let the pleasure of her tormentor’s submissive tongue flow through her.

After dressing in the corner, Sue made a few sheepish smiles and pleasantries, and slipped out of the room.

“Don’t worry, you two, I’ll take care of this,” Julie said, grinding her pussy into Kayla’s face. The blonde moaned and licked more enthusiastically.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Lydia whispered.
“Kayla is one
fucked up
chick…”

Both of them naked, Lydia led her into the smaller bedroom across the hall and closed the door. She threw their piled clothes on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Emma asked
, concerned.

“Me? I’ve been through weirder shit than that. I’m more concerned about you.”

They held each other close and kissed deeply.

“I’m fine,” Emma told her best friend. “Really.
It was fun, fucking you.”

Lydia nodded, smiling her and kissing her again.
“We should definitely get toys like that.”

Pulling her backwards, Emma tumbled the two of them onto the bed. “
That sounds like an investment…”

The brunette kissed up her neck and nibbled on her ear. “
I
am
thinking long-term…”

Their
long friendship, emotional closeness, and recent intimacy seemed to hit Emma all at once. “I’m in love with you…” she blurted.

Lydia smiled. “Me too. I mean, I love you, too.”

“You don’t think we’re rushing this?” Emma asked, nervous, but excited.

The brunette shook her head. “My favorite place in the whole world is right here… and my favorite
position
in the whole world…” She turned around, sliding into a sixty-nine.

Laughing, Emma pulled her
- girlfriend’s? - puffy and aroused sex toward her face. They would have to have that conversation later… she sank into familiar pussy, licking deep folds and drinking in flavor. Down her body, she could feel Lydia’s large breasts pressed against her lower tummy, and a warm tongue sliding against her, sending shivers of pleasure up her body.

Already enormously turned on, it didn’t take long for their eager tong
ues to bring them both toward orgasm. Emma had never felt anything quite like it; a massive crackling nervous and painful and fiery and wonderful bliss filled her body, mixing with the rush from their shared admission of love.

That emotion made it the best orgasm of her life, knowing that she was in love with her best friend, in love with a woman - and, now opened up to it, she knew couldn’t go back.
Her past made sense now; her passionless marriage, her years alone with so many pointless dates. With her face happily buried in pussy, she realized, with enormous relief and satisfaction, that she was almost certainly a lesbian.

Their bodi
es pressed together and writhed in rhythm; both with their thighs clenched tight around each other’s heads, both with their breasts pressed into soft tummy, and both with eager mouths sucking each other’s clits, they tensed together and came as one.

In their tender moments afterwards, Emma shared her revelation, and Lydia kissed her and pulled her close.

“I’m starting to think the same thing,” Lydia admitted, her eyes misty. “I want this so much…”

Emma could only smile, too overwhelmed with happiness to speak.

They clothed in excited terror, darting out of the house before any of the book club women could spot them or ask where they’d been.

“Jack wants a divorce!” Lydia burst in the front door, ecstatic. “We’ll part on friendly terms - he said he already sensed it, in his heart…”

“That’s great!” Emma replied, hugging her tight. She didn’t mention that she’d gone over there and hypnotized Lydia’s husband, ordering him to be accepting and calm. The neighborhood was well aware of his tendency to get angry and physical… she didn’t feel bad about using the locket, not when it came to Lydia’s happiness.

***

“The toothpaste is out again,” Ricky, her ten-year-old son came in, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Aunt Lydia uses it all… how long is she staying?”

Emma smiled. “She lives here now, dear. Here, I’ll get you more toothpaste.
”

Once she’d taken care of Ricky and put him to bed, she
returned to her bedroom. In the connected bathroom, Lydia put on her makeup with careful effort. “It’s already ten. Is the babysitter here?”

“Yeah, Bailey’s downstairs studying with her girlfriend,” Emma replied.

“Well this is just a goddamn lesbian house,” Lydia joked, lining her eye. “They aren’t wondering why we’re going out so late?”

“Nope, we’ve got her ‘
til four AM,” Emma explained. “She’s more than happy to just chill here and watch tv.”

Lydia laughed. “College kids
…” She looked over sharply. “You don’t think they have sex in the house, do you?”

Emma shook her head. “No, Bailey’s a good kid. But hurry up, this is your night, and you’re burning time!”

She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror, confident that what she was wearing wouldn’t matter - but, still, she wanted to look good. Living with Lydia had been going amazingly well, as had discovering more about her sexuality - and they were taking turns trying out their fantasies. Lydia’s first choice was a quest in itself: she wanted to go out to the bar, just the two of them, and seduce a young girl.

She’d felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of bringing a third person into their relationship,
even if just for one night, but Lydia had pointed out that her fantasy had started because of Bailey, the nineteen-year-old that had eaten
her
out and sparked their first fooling around… and Bailey was still around, babysitting in the house, and Lydia had been okay with
that
.

With that reasoning, Emma couldn’t help but
shrug and admit she had a point… and they were trying out fantasies for each other, so if she wanted to try hers, they’d have to do Lydia’s, too.

So they
’d picked a night, gotten the babysitter, and dressed up in their sexiest outfits. Emma was confident; she knew the locket would help her accomplish pretty much anything she wanted. She wondered whether Lydia was secretly nervous, but her brunette girlfriend just seemed excited.

“Ready!” Lydia announced, showing off her body. Wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt that emphasized her impressive cleavage, she looked her utmost dazzling.

Looking her up and down, Emma felt a surge of attraction, still as aroused by her girlfriend as the first time they fooled around. “You sure you don’t want to just stay in and screw?”

“Tempting,” Lydia responded, checking her out in turn. “But
you’re the only woman I’ve really done anything beyond fingering with. I want
my
Bailey experience.”

“Shh! She
’s downstairs, she’ll hear you!”

Lydia grabbed her and tickled her lightly. “
Oh no! What if she thinks we’re lesbians?”

“Stop!” Emma laughed. “We don’t have all night!”

“True.”

Heart pounding, Emma climbed out of the taxi and looked around the rowdy campus street while Lydia paid.

The club district was every bit the insanity she remembered from her younger days;
mobs of drunk young guys and girls stumbled, shouted, and swirled all over. Several bars seemed chock full; two of the clubs had enormous lines. The chill winter air immediately discounted the long lines as options.

“It’s so cold,” Emma
complained, shivering in her jacket.

“
Should be really hot in the bar, with all these crowds…” Lydia suggested, keeping her hands in her pockets. “How about that one? Only one I recognize.”

They headed
inside the bar, pushing through the stifling crowd. Emma winced at the roaring noise; she said something to Lydia, but she couldn’t hear her. Frustrated, but willing to put up with it for her girlfriend’s sake, Emma followed her to the bar, where they spent twenty minutes waiting to get drinks. Meanwhile, she watched the unofficial dance floor, where hordes of frat-and-sorority types ground against one another.

“Alright,” Lydia said, handing her a whiskey sour. “
Let’s people watch.”

Emma followed her back near the wall, where they
managed to grab a small high table at which to stand, scooting in just as a group of young guys abandoned it.

“So what’s the plan?” Emma asked, scanning the crowd.

“What?”

“What’s the plan?” she said, as loud as she could.

“Pick out a girl we both like,” Lydia replied in her ear. “Talk to her. Beyond that, I don’t know. I’m no expert on picking up girls.”

Frowning at the daunting task, Emma watched the milling girls. She really didn’
t want to spend a night every week trying to pick up a girl for the foreseeable future; she patted the locket in her jeans pocket, intent on getting this harrowing quest done in a single night.

“And you look really good tonight,” Lydia said out of the blue.

Emma couldn’t help but smile and feel a little better. “How about her?”

Lydia followed her gaze to the
tall, thin, stunningly hot young blonde surrounded by a circle of frat guys. “Pick the hottest girl in the bar, why don’tcha?” she protested. “And her boobs, they’re perfect… damn… I haven’t felt out of anyone’s league, ever, until tonight…”

“You’re gorgeous,” Emma shot back. “Don’t complain. This is your fantasy!”

“But how do we approach her?” Lydia asked, furrowing her brow as she strategized. “She’s got all those guys drooling on her… and what if she’s straight?”

Emma shrugged. “
Never know. Maybe she’ll jump us because she’s dying to try a woman.”

Lydia imagined that idea, grinning.
“Maybe…”

“Let me talk to her,” Emma said. “I’ll be right back.”

Her girlfriend watched her, surprised, as she slid through the crowd and approached the gorgeous girl.

Full of nervous energy, but confident in the power of the locket, Emma slid up next to the girl, suddenly aware of all the guys turning to look at her.

“Yes?” the girl asked.

“I’m with the bar,” Emma said, lying effortlessly. “You just won a round of free drinks! Come up to the bar and we’ll get it sorted out.”

Smiling happily, the girl took drink orders from her group, and then followed Emma through the crowd.

Emma positioned the two of them by the bar, just out of sight of Lydia, who she knew would be watching. She didn’t want the locket to interfere with her girlfriend at all.

“What’s your name, honey?” Emma asked.

“
Diana.”

Fighting not to succumb to
Diana’s stunning looks and eye-catching cleavage, Emma took a deep breath. Her face was youthful and soft, with high cheekbones, expressive eyes, and full lips that just screamed
sexuality
… “Well, Diana…” Emma said quietly, reaching into her pocket to touch the locket. She felt the strange energy tingle her arm.

The
girl’s enthusiasm blanked into a neutral expression, and the locket’s energy turned subtly titillating.

Emma quickly glanced around, but nobody else seemed to be looking at them for the moment. If she
did this quickly enough, even momentary accidental trances among people in the crowd would go unnoticed.

“Are you interested in girls at all?” she asked.

“No,” Diana replied.

Emma grimaced. “Well, you’re a lesbian now,” she ordered quickly, adrenaline and nerves making it hard for her to think.
“And you’re going to do anything I say, or my girlfriend Lydia says. I will introduce you to her. Is all this clear?”