I opened up the door, stomach churning. My guts 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 lurch. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must have felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her grinning began to fade. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her centre started to fill with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

detachment are filthy. I did n't want to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me incorrectly : around 5'6 with a voluptuous body that was pillowy and soft around the tits and rump, but still some sort of taut around her waistline. Long, smooth wooden leg, and a pussycat she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the little girl had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the Night with the urge, I could calculate on being able-bodied to awake her with two digit between her legs and get a good response.

You can probably tell apart, I have some declination. Or rather, some suspicion. But personally ? The miss was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running joke she could establish. I never minded her flirting with early hombre ; I 'm not the overjealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to make you jealous. Not lusting after someone else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well barb of Serah, but I knew there were going to be some matter that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her dresser panting through son of a bitch, some of life 's not-so-little sumptuousness.

I 'll dispense with you the worked up item. I was cold, while she tried to wriggle some kind of philia from me, some kind of apology 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 limping 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 bulge a scene too. This was where matter 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 constituent from that foreign part of me suddenly doubling down. My daydreams were out of helping hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to ideate them, vividly. I imagined the smaller of the two, porky fiddling Samantha. I estimate Serah had told me some prison term before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her blench footling tit knotted and her plump bunghole up and on display ... I imagined her upstairs from this very way, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some amalgamate expression of disgust and confusedness. There was brief panic- had I popped a blunder while breaking up with person ? No, no- I was stood just as unemotional person and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched grimace in muddiness, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` nada. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my little castle in the air ? No way. I thought about it again, about lilliputian Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, spicy eyes ... Proportioned like a round, chubby baby, but with none of the innocence ...

Serah was watching me with that Saami weird expression. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a petty aggravation into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't have it off. 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 heart again I raised one eyebrow and let my imagination loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three figure. Serah audibly gasped.

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

`` I need a drunkenness. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the room purposefully. Once I was out on the hallway with the threshold closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a piffling nervous, if Serah was developing psychic king ... there were definitely thing from the last couple of weeks I did n't want her to jazz about ! But I felt weirdly positive.

I leaned over the little swallow hole in her bath and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little water system at a time between my lips. 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 masque of sorrow. I wondered how much of it was genuine now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to exploit ? I had a feeling, a sort of working theory based on instinct. A couple of times since my daydreaming had gotten out of mitt, I had noticed former people gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd ground it to be a strange coincidence, but now those little recollections were exciting and a small scary. I was broadcasting idea !

`` face, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the Lapp 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 relief at my leaving, because whatever she had just seen or heard or ... or experienced, about Sam ... it had shaken her, and she needed to mean about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the other thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, you want him to abide. I licked my back talk.

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

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to detain, I broadcast. You want me to stick, and you will do anything to make sure I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and more desire for me to stick around. I started building a scenario in her thinker, some ideas to try and keep me here.

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

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't recognize what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and confusedness. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't want 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 broadcast notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a little while, then. '' I said, letting the ghost of a smile touch my sassing. I continued to disperse, letting the construction heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubt in my intellect that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to push her to do something way out of fictitious character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a dungaree skirt that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a ignite flannel shirt in blue devils and Marxist. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy iniquity pools over a powdered nerve and juicy red lip.

She began to bollix at her buttons on her shirt. I closed the length between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her jean skirt, too, getting it off in half the fourth dimension it took her to manage the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in place by a lacy trivial 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 nerve and found her pussy lips, two thick lines that pursed almost like a hornpout. I leaned in close up and inhale, 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 forgetful work of her bra fastener, and had those soft figure free and bouncing in second. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my prick, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a digit along her slit, and she shuddered. I could still feel how conflicted she was. I slipped the finger's breadth in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a picayune, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping kettle of fish all over her privates, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my pecker inside.

Warm, wet and delightful. Serah panted like a dog in passion, while I reached around and fondled the top of her Monday and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingers still moist with her juice, I spread her boldness to look down at her little brownness rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm line that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been matter to. But a affair denied is often a thing elevated, and over meter that niggling hole, so tightlipped and yet so far, had become a Sangraal for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger drift close to it, just graze the change in texture and light touch against the puckered piffling hole. She 'd always squirm away artfully.

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

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

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her mind doing incredible acrobatics around me to free that lilliputian answer.

I poked my digit into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the slit. Serah 's judgement 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 lonesome one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her cunt gripped my cock and my finger reamed her piddling bunghole, blowing away much of the resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too much, 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 blow my load and fill her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't ask the tortuousness of a babe.

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

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up swiftness on her kitty-cat as she started to go up onto the nut of her groundwork. Once she had headroom from the floor she went for her arse as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too a lot for me, watching her go nuts like that. I felt my coming building and pulled her psyche off my dick, then watched rope after circle splatter out all over her face and those great soft boob of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my ideate broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my mind was unlike now though- the change 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, confusion there on her brass alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experimentation to act upon out .