I opened up the door, stomach churning. My moxie 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 misstep. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must give birth felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to fade. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to fulfill with worries.

`` We need to spill the beans, Serah. ``

Breakups are nasty. I did n't desire to hurt Serah, but then I also did n't require to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrong : around 5'6 with a sybaritic body that was pillowy and soft around the tits and tail end, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, legato legs, and a pussy she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the miss had an appetence. It used to be that if I woke in the night with the urge, I could look on being able to wake her with two finger between her legs and get a well reaction.

You can probably tell, I have some rue. Or rather, some misgivings. But personally ? The girl was horrendous. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running joke she could establish. I never minded her flirting with former guys ; I 'm not the envious type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to make you envious. Not lusting after soul 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 glance of her thorax heaving through sob, some of life 's not-so-little sumptuousness.

I 'll spare you the emotional contingent. I was cold, while she tried to writhe some kind of fondness from me, some variety of apology perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the separation, 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 once they were. If they 'd depart a aspect too. This was where things got a lilliputian strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a daydreamer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this insularism I 'd been feeling recently was in part from that unusual 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 imagine them, vividly. I imagined the smaller of the two, porky little Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some clock time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale slight titties knotted and her plump arse up and on display ... 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 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 unemotional person and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched case in disarray, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` nil. Wyrd. ``

Had she just picked up on my little revery ? 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 eyes ... Proportioned like a round, chubby baby, but with none of the naturalness ...

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

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

`` I ... I do n't know. 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 optic again I raised one supercilium 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 idea ? Was I projecting my opinion ? This was insane.

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

What was going on ? I thought I should be a little aflutter, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely things from the utmost couple of weeks I did n't require her to know about ! But I felt weirdly sure-footed.

I leaned over the picayune sinkhole in her bathroom and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little H2O at a prison term between my lips. I wanted to experiment with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the elbow room. Serah had composed herself back into her mask of sadness. 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 touch, a kind of working possibility based on instinct. A couple of fourth dimension since my revery had gotten out of hand, I had noticed other multitude gazing glassily at wherever my attending was focused. I 'd found it to be a strange co-occurrence, but now those small reminiscence were exciting and a little scary. I was broadcasting sentiment !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eye. At the same 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 brain. I felt her relievo at my going, 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 thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- check, 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 ride out, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make sure I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't call up I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and more desire for me to bide. I started building a scenario in her judgement, some approximation to try and maintain me here.

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

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't fuck what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and mental confusion. `` 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 feeling that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could quell just a minuscule while, then. '' I said, letting the ghost of a smile touch my sassing. I continued to send, letting the edifice heat of my hunger seep into her. There was still some doubt in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to push her to do something way out of graphic symbol to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking incertain. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the side of meat, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a lite tweed shirt in megrims and bolshy. She 'd done her make-up before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now dense nighttime consortium over a powdered nerve and juicy red lips.

She began to flub at her buttons on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim doll, too, getting it off in half the sentence it took her to negociate the shirt. Her pap were hanging out visibly, barely held in topographic point by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the panties she had on. I tugged the scanty down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her asshole cheeks and found her kitty-cat lips, two midst bank line that pursed almost like a Ameiurus Melas. I leaned in close down 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 shortly work of her bra fastener, and had those soft cast free 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 digit along her slit, and she shuddered. I could still finger how infringe she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the metacarpophalangeal joint, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a little, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping hole all over her genitals, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my prick inside.

Warm, wet and pleasant-tasting. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons veneris and her clitoris, still driving away at her with abandon. With my finger still moist with her succus, I spread her cheeks to bet down at her piddling brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any sort of butt-play. It had been a firm line that she 'd never wanted to crossbreed, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a affair denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that little hole, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a fingerbreadth movement close to it, just graze the change in grain and brush against the puckered niggling hollow. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

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

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my finger pressed a little more firmly against that fiddling gnarl 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 justify that little solvent.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the slight closed chain contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the puss. Serah 's idea was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The tabu she had built up for herself, the loss of control- even if she did n't realise it was me taking the command 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 kitty-cat gripped my dick and my finger reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the resistance in her intellect that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too practically, that I was about to suffer control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to float my freight and make full her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the anovulatory drug, and I did n't involve the tortuousness of a infant.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast melodic theme without me saying a word. She had never wanted to nurse tool, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her stifle and lunged, wrapping her sassing around my rooster. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the unharmed length and working the gibe, bobbing her head along it. Another estimation occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her slit as she started to climb onto the balls of her feet. Once she had headroom from the floor she went for her fundament as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go addict like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her head off my peter, then watched roach after rope spattering out all over her face and those great sonant tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my imagined broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The computer architecture in my mind 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, mental confusion there on her face alongside the rush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experimentation to work out .