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 elbow room with a cute-almost stumble. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood strict. She must have felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her grinning began to languish. Her mouth still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to fill with worries.

`` We need to spill, Serah. ``

Breakups are smutty. I did n't want to smart Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrongfulness : around 5'6 with a toothsome torso that was pillowy and sonant around the titty and arse, but still some variety of taut around her waistline. Long, smooth legs, and a pussy 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 count on being capable to awaken her with two digit between her peg and get a serious answer.

You can probably secernate, I have some regrets. Or rather, some qualm. But personally ? The little girl was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running prank she could prove. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to make you green-eyed. 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 matter that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her chest heaving through bastard, some of life 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the worked up detail. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of affection 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 gimp 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 result once they were. If they 'd start a panorama too. This was where thing got a fiddling strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a woolgatherer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this insulation I 'd been feeling recently was in part from that strange component of me suddenly doubling down. My daydreams were out of helping hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to guess them, vividly. I imagined the little 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 picket niggling titties knotted and her plump arse up and on exhibit ... I imagined her upstairs from this very way, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

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

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched fount in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

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

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a piddling irritation 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 eyes again I raised one eyebrow and let my vision loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three digits. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my mind ? 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 hall with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a piddling uneasy, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely things from the last duet of weeks I did n't want her to have a go at it about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the footling sink in her bath and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little water at a time between my backtalk. 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 masque of unhappiness. I wondered how a lot 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 intuitive feeling, a kind of working hypothesis based on instinct. A brace of time since my daydream had gotten out of handwriting, I had noticed other people gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd found it to be a strange co-occurrence, but now those niggling recollections were exciting and a little chilling. I was broadcasting view !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's middle. At the same time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the interior of her intellect, and something sick happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. 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 think about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the former thoughts, the one I had imagined. They had a dissimilar texture, but they were simple- stay, halt, you want him to stay. I licked my mouth.

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

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to stay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make certainly 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 Thomas More desire for me to stay. I started building a scenario in her mind, some ideas to try and celebrate me here.

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

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

`` No strings, '' she said in an almost whisper. I felt a stirring of guilt feelings, seeing how conflicted she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the the true of that, built up of my programme notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stick just a little while, then. '' I said, letting the trace of a grinning touch my lips. I continued to send, letting the building oestrus of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubt in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to involve to push her to do something way out of character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the slope, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a brightness flannel shirt in blue angel and reds. She 'd done her composition before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now punishing dark consortium over a powdered look and juicy red lips.

She began to screw up at her buttons on her shirt. I closed the length between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the meter it took her to manage the shirt. Her mammilla were hanging out visibly, barely held in space by a lacy small bra that I could see matched the panty 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 pout. I leaned in close 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 soft shapes devoid 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 run afoul she was. I slipped the digit 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 moisture from her sopping hole all over her crotch, 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 heating plant, while I reached around and fondled the top of her Mon and her clit, still driving away at her with wantonness. With my finger still moist with her juices, I spread her cheeks to look down at her minuscule Brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any sort of butt-play. It had been a firm line that she 'd never wanted to spoil, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a affair denied is often a thing elevated, and over clock time that picayune hole, so cheeseparing and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a digit drift close to it, just graze the change in texture and brush against the rumple little kettle of fish. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

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

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

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

I poked my finger into her voider slowly, feeling the piffling gang contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the kitty. Serah 's intellect was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The tabu she had built up for herself, the release 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 solely one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her snatch gripped my pecker and my finger's breadth reamed her petty arsehole, blowing away much of the electric resistance in her judgment that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a good deal, that I was about to miss controller and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to blow my payload and replete her up. I wanted to go away her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't need the complication of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my program idea without me saying a watchword. She had never wanted to wet-nurse tool, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her stifle and lunged, wrapping her lip around my hammer. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the ray, bobbing her header along it. Another melodic theme occurred to me.

Again prompted by a mute broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her pussy as she started to climb onto the clod of her feet. Once she had clearance from the floor she went for her derriere as well, slipping a finger in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go nuts like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her head off my dick, then watched rope after roach sputter out all over her face and those swell balmy tits 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 mind was dissimilar now though- the alteration 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 side alongside the flower of arousal.

I definitely had some more experimentation to make for out .