I opened up the room access, tum 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 stagger. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood unbending. She must have felt that, sensed something was unseasonable, because her smile began to evanesce. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her oculus started to fill with worries.

`` We need to peach, Serah. ``

Breakups are cruddy. I did n't want to wound Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me legal injury : around 5'6 with a sonsy body that was pillowy and soft around the tits and arse, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, fluent legs, and a slit she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the female child had an appetency. It used to be that if I woke in the nighttime with the impulse, I could weigh on being able to ignite her with two fingers between her legs and get a good reaction.

You can probably say, I have some regrets. Or rather, some mistrust. But personally ? The girl was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running gag she could prove. I never minded her flirting with former guys ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to earn you overjealous. Not lusting after someone else, but rather just pretending to, for a response. 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 glance of her bureau heaving through shit, some of life 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the emotional details. I was cold, while she tried to worm some sort of heart from me, some kind of apology perhaps. I should really take walked out after delivering the detachment, but perhaps my nerve failed me. At any pace, 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 behind once they were. If they 'd set out a scene too. This was where thing 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 part of me suddenly doubling down. My revery were out of paw : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to think them, vividly. I imagined the humble of the two, porky little Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale little titties knotted and her plump arse up and on exhibit ... I imagined her upstairs from this very room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some jumble verbalism of disgust and confusion. There was legal 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 side in confusion, her unhappiness apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my picayune daydream ? No way. I thought about it again, about slight Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, racy optic ... Proportioned like a stave, chubby sister, but with none of the pureness ...

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a slight soreness into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't live. 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 centre again I raised one eyebrow and let my imaginativeness loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three finger's breadth. Serah audibly gasped.

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

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

What was going on ? I thought I should be a trivial nervous, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely things from the last yoke of calendar week I did n't require her to live about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the piffling swallow hole in her john and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little weewee at a time between my lips. I wanted to experiment with this. I had to try out with it.

I walked back into the room. Serah had composed herself back into her mask of sadness. I wondered how often of it was echt now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to put to work ? I had a belief, a kind of working theory based on inherent aptitude. A twain of times since my daydreaming had gotten out of hand, I had noticed other people gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd set up it to be a strange coincidence, but now those fiddling recollections were exciting and a little scarey. I was broadcasting thought !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's centre. At the Lapp time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't require 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 nous. I felt her relief at my departure, 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 other mentation, the one I had imagined. They had a dissimilar texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, 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 abide, I broadcast. You want me to outride, and you will do anything to make trusted I do.

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

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

`` Please ... please stop. I 'll, '' she hesitated, and licked her lips lightly, `` I 'll do anything to hold back you here. ``

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

`` No bowed stringed instrument, '' she said in an almost whisper. I felt a inspiration of guilt, seeing how infringe she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my programme notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could persist just a little spell, then. '' I said, letting the shade of a grinning touch my sass. I continued to broadcast, letting the building heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some question in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to labor her to do something way out of persona to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking unsure. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the face, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a light-headed flannel shirt in blue air and reds. She 'd done her physical composition before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now intemperate dark pools over a small-grained expression and juicy red lip.

She began to bobble at her push button on her shirt. I closed the space between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to do the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in billet 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 bottom buttock and found her pussy lips, two thick ancestry that pursed almost like a hornpout. I leaned in close and inhaled, 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 unretentive work of her bra fastener, and had those soft SHAPE resign and bouncing in moments. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my dick, 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 contravene she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a little, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the wet from her sopping hole all over her crotch, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my putz inside.

Warm, wet and delicious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her Mon and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my digit still moist with her succus, I spread her face to reckon down at her little brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a unfaltering course that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a matter denied is often a affair elevated, and over time that fiddling hole, so skinny and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger movement close to it, just range the variety in texture and clash against the tuck piddling cakehole. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

This prison term I brushed one fingerbreadth over it, and watched in enchantment as it almost breathed in reaction, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could find, from the unusual little corridor into her creative thinker, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my digit pressed a little more firmly against that slight knot of hers, and my vision broadcast what it was she should respond.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her mind doing incredible stunt flying around me to justify that little result.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the petty doughnut contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's mind 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 pussy gripped my gumshoe and my finger reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the immunity in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too much, that I was about to lose control condition and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to drift my load and satisfy her up. I wanted to exit her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't demand the complication of a sister.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast idea without me saying a give-and-take. She had never wanted to suck dick, our entire kinship. But now, without any suggestion, she rolled off the bed and onto her articulatio genus and lunged, wrapping her lip around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the unanimous length and working the shot, bobbing her mind along it. Another mind occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up fastness on her twat as she started to mount onto the glob of her feet. Once she had clearance 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 orgasm building and pulled her straits off my dick, then watched rope after rope sputtering out all over her facial expression and those great soft pap of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my imagined broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my nous was different now though- the modification 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 typeface alongside the flush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to forge out .