I opened up the room access, venter 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 trip. She wrapped her blazon around me, but I stood rigid. She must suffer felt that, sensed something was untimely, because her smiling began to fade. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her eye started to fill with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

detachment are tight. I did n't require to suffer Serah, but then I also did n't desire to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrong : around 5'6 with a juicy torso that was pillowy and diffused around the bosom and keister, but still some kind of taut around her waist. Long, placid legs, and a twat she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the girl had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the dark with the itch, I could depend on being able to inflame her with two finger's breadth between her legs and get a safe response.

You can probably tell, I have some regrets. Or rather, some misgivings. But personally ? The girl was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any variety of running caper she could establish. I never minded her flirting with other Guy ; I 'm not the jealous eccentric. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to lay down you jealous. 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 biography 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the emotional details. I was cold, while she tried to wrestle some variety of fondness from me, some kind of apology perhaps. I should really suffer walked out after delivering the separation, but perhaps my mettle failed me. At any charge per unit, 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 provide once they were. If they 'd bug out a scene too. This was where things got a little strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a woolgatherer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this detachment I 'd been feeling recently was in component part from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My revery were out of hired man : 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 reckon Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale piddling titties knotted and her plump arse 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 mingled expression of disgust and confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a bloomer 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 face in confusion, her unhappiness apparently briefly set aside. `` nada. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my little oneirism ? No way. I thought about it again, about slight Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue centre ... Proportioned like a rung, chubby babe, but with none of the pureness ...

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

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

`` I ... I do n't have intercourse. 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 fingerbreadth. Serah audibly gasped.

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

`` I need a drinkable. '' 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 little nervous, if Serah was developing psychical powers ... there were definitely matter from the last span of weeks I did n't require her to recognize about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the little sink in her privy and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a little water at a time between my lip. I wanted to try out with this. I had to try out with it.

I walked back into the elbow room. Serah had composed herself back into her mask of unhappiness. 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 work ? I had a feeling, a kind of working theory based on inherent aptitude. A couple of time since my daydreaming had gotten out of hand, I had noticed other multitude gazing glassily at wherever my aid was focused. I 'd constitute it to be a strange coincidence, but now those little recall were exciting and a piffling scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the same fourth dimension as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the inside of her nous, and something crazy happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her thinker. I felt her backup man 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 suppose about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the former idea, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stop, 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 delay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make indisputable I do.

`` stop, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an supercilium again.

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

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

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't have intercourse what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and 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 inspiration of guilt, seeing how conflicted she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the truth of that, built up of my broadcast whimsy that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a petty while, then. '' I said, letting the ghost of a grin touch my lips. I continued to broadcast, letting the building heating of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubt in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to postulate to push her to do something way out of character reference to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a denim skirt that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a loose flannel shirt in blues and Red. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy dark pools over a pulverized face and juicy red lips.

She began to fluff at her release on her shirt. I closed the space between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her blue jean skirt, too, getting it off in half the metre it took her to manage the shirt. Her titmouse were hanging out visibly, barely held in place by a lacy piddling bra that I could see matched the step-in she had on. I tugged the panty down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her bunghole nerve and found her pussy lips, two thick line of work 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 study of her bra fixing, and had those soft shapes free and bouncing in mo. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my gumshoe, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a fingerbreadth along her slit, and she shuddered. I could still palpate how infringe 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 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 cock inside.

Warm, wet and delightful. Serah panted like a dog in estrus, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with unconstraint. With my finger still moist with her succus, I spread her nerve to search down at her little John Brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any sort of butt-play. It had been a unfluctuating line that she 'd never wanted to crossbreed, and earnestly, I had never been worry. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over clock time that short hole, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger gallery close to it, just pasture the alteration in texture and brush against the puckered piddling hole. She 'd always writhe 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 sense, from the unusual picayune corridor into her mind, 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 picayune gnarl of hers, and my resourcefulness broadcast what it was she should answer.

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

I poked my digit into her shitter slowly, feeling the picayune ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the puss. Serah 's mind 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 control away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the solitary one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her kitty gripped my gumshoe and my finger reamed her little arsehole, blowing away much of the resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a lot, that I was about to lose control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a safe on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to blow my load and fill her up. I wanted to pass on her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't require the complication of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast idea without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck cock, our full kinship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her human knee and lunged, wrapping her lips around my shaft. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the solid distance and working the lance, bobbing her mind along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a unsounded broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her kitty-cat as she started to climb onto the formal of her feet. Once she had clearance from the base she went for her hind end as well, slipping a digit in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go bollock like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her fountainhead off my putz, then watched rope after roach splatter out all over her font and those great gentle titty of hers.

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

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

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

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .