I opened up the door, stomach churning. My backbone dropped as Serah saw me and smiled, widely and broadly.

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the room with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her weaponry around me, but I stood unbending. She must have felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to pass. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her middle started to fill with worries.

`` We need to spill, Serah. ``

Breakups are nasty. I did n't want to injure Serah, but then I also did n't need to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrongly : around 5'6 with a voluptuous physical structure that was pillowy and soft around the bosom and fanny, but still some form of taut around her waistline. Long, tranquil ramification, and a kitty she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the missy had an appetency. It used to be that if I woke in the Nox with the urge, I could count on being able-bodied to wake her with two fingerbreadth between her leg and get a good response.

You can probably separate, I have some rue. Or rather, some distrust. But personally ? The young woman was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running joke she could constitute. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching individual trying to make you overjealous. Not lusting after someone else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well shot of Serah, but I knew there were going to be some things that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her chest heaving through sobs, some of life 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll save you the emotional item. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of affectionateness from me, some kind of apologia perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the breakup, but perhaps my nerve failed me. At any rate, it left me stood here like a lameness while she cried. The emotions were n't hitting me yet- perhaps they never would- so I was stood instead wondering if her housemates were getting back soon, and if it would be awkward trying to leave once they were. If they 'd depart a setting too. This was where things got a little strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a daydreamer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this detachment I 'd been feeling recently was in part from that strange constituent of me suddenly doubling down. My castle in Spain were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to imagine them, vividly. I imagined the humble of the two, porky little Samantha. I dead reckoning Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pallid little titties knotted and her plump arse up and on presentation ... I imagined her upstairs from this very elbow room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some mix expression of disgust and confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a boner while breaking up with someone ? No, no- I was stood just as stoic and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched facial expression in mix-up, her sorrow apparently briefly set aside. `` zippo. Wyrd. ``

Had she just picked up on my fiddling daydream ? No way. I thought about it again, about little Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue middle ... Proportioned like a unit of ammunition, chubby baby, but with none of the innocence ...

Serah was watching me with that Sami Wyrd look. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a little pique into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't bed. I thought you ... I thought you said something. ``

`` Yeah ? I did n't say anything. '' She looked back up at me, and when she met my center again I raised one brow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three fingerbreadth. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my psyche ? Was I projecting my idea ? This was insane.

`` I need a boozing. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the way purposefully. Once I was out on the hall with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a footling nervous, if Serah was developing psychical powerfulness ... there were definitely things from the last duad of calendar week I did n't want her to know about ! But I felt weirdly sure-footed.

I leaned over the piffling sink in her bathroom and cupped my hired man under the tap, slugging a piddling water at a time between my back talk. I wanted to experiment with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the room. Serah had composed herself back into her masquerade party of sorrowfulness. I wondered how very much of it was genuine now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to work ? I had a feeling, a kind of working theory based on instinct. A duo of meter since my daydreaming had gotten out of hand, I had noticed other mass gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd institute it to be a strange coincidence, but now those piffling reminiscence were exciting and a little scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's heart. At the same clock time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the inside of her mind, and something crazy happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her judgment. I felt her stand-in at my going away, because whatever she had just seen or heard or ... or experienced, about Sam ... it had shaken her, and she needed to think about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the early intellection, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, halt, you want him to stay. I licked my lips.

`` What is it ? '' I said aloud.

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to last out, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to micturate sure I do.

`` halt, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an eyebrow again.

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent desire for me to appease. I started building a scenario in her nous, some ideas to try and keep me here.

`` Please ... please halt. I 'll, '' she hesitated, and licked her sassing lightly, `` I 'll do anything to hold on you here. ``

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't know what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and confusion. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't require this to be messy. ``

`` No strings, '' she said in an almost whisper. I felt a stirring of guilt, seeing how run afoul she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my program opinion that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could persist just a little while, then. '' I said, letting the specter of a smile touch my brim. I continued to distribute, letting the construction passion of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubtfulness in my psyche that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to bear on her to do something way out of eccentric to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking changeable. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a light flannel shirt in Amytal and red. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy shadow pools over a powdered case and juicy red lips.

She began to fumble at her release on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her dungaree doll, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to superintend the shirt. Her pap were hanging out visibly, barely held in space by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the panties she had on. I tugged the panties down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her arse cheeks and found her pussy lips, two midst lines that pursed almost like a pout. I leaned in faithful and breathe in, then darted a tongue over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made short work of her bra fastener, and had those subdued anatomy free and bouncing in moments. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my peter, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her slit, and she shuddered. I could still feel how conflicted she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a petty, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping hole all over her genital organ, then spanked it gently, getting a pant. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and delicious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingers still moist with her juices, I spread her nerve to front down at her small brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm melodic phrase that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that little pickle, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger drift close to it, just range the change in texture and brush against the ruck up piffling yap. She 'd always worm away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in fascination as it almost breathed in response, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could feel, from the strange short corridor into her mind, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my finger's breadth pressed a little more firmly against that little naut mi of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should answer.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her thinker doing incredible acrobatics around me to apologise that little answer.

I poked my finger into her voider slowly, feeling the little tintinnabulation contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussycat. Serah 's idea was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The taboo she had built up for herself, the loss of control- even if she did n't realise it was me taking the control away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the only one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her slit gripped my hawkshaw and my finger reamed her picayune arsehole, blowing away much of the opposition in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a good deal, that I was about to lose control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to float my load and fill her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the tab, and I did n't call for the complicatedness of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast approximation without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck dick, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her knees and lunged, wrapping her lips around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the unanimous duration and working the shaft, bobbing her mind along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her pussy as she started to rise onto the balls of her feet. Once she had clearance from the floor she went for her seat as well, slipping a fingerbreadth in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too practically for me, watching her go ball like that. I felt my sexual climax building and pulled her head off my putz, then watched R-2 after rope spattering out all over her cheek and those swell soft tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my opine broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my nous was different now though- the changes I had made were there to stay, it seemed.

`` I 'm going. '' I said. `` But I 'll see you again soon. ``

Serah looked up at me, mix-up there on her face alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiment to work out .