I opened up the room access, belly churning. My backbone 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 arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must hold felt that, sensed something was haywire, because her smile began to fade. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her eye started to fill with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

separation are cruddy. 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 wrong : around 5'6 with a voluptuous body that was pillowy and soft around the titty and arse, but still some kind 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 girl had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the nighttime with the urge, I could count on being able to wake her with two fingerbreadth between her legs and get a beneficial response.

You can probably order, I have some rue. Or rather, some misgivings. But personally ? The young woman was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running jocularity she could establish. I never minded her flirting with former guys ; I 'm not the green-eyed case. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching someone trying to make believe you jealous. Not lusting after person else, but rather just pretending to, for a chemical reaction. No, I was well scene 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 chest panting through sobs, some of life 's not-so-little luxuriousness.

I 'll spare you the emotional inside information. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of affection from me, some variety of apology perhaps. I should really deliver walked out after delivering the breakup, but perhaps my nerve failed me. At any charge per unit, it left me stood here like a claudication 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 depart once they were. If they 'd commence a scene 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 detachment I 'd been feeling recently was in part from that strange persona of me suddenly doubling down. My oneirism were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to reckon them, vividly. I imagined the smaller of the two, porky petty Samantha. I guess Serah had told me some sentence before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her blench picayune titties knotted and her plump tooshie 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 disarray. There was brief panic- had I popped a boo-boo 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 face in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my trivial revery ? No way. I thought about it again, about short Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue optic ... Proportioned like a circle, chubby babe, but with none of the innocence ...

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a little annoyance 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 eye again I raised one supercilium and let my resource loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three finger. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my nous ? 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 doorway closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a little queasy, if Serah was developing psychical top executive ... there were definitely things from the last couple of week I did n't want her to lie with about ! But I felt weirdly surefooted.

I leaned over the footling cesspit in her bathroom and cupped my hands under the tap, slugging a picayune water at a time between my lips. I wanted to experiment with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the way. Serah had composed herself back into her masquerade party of sadness. 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 cultivate ? I had a look, a kind of working theory based on inherent aptitude. A couple of prison term since my daydream had gotten out of bridge player, I had noticed early people gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd ground it to be a strange coincidence, but now those little recollection were exciting and a lilliputian shuddery. I was broadcasting thoughts !

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

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

But then I felt the other thinking, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, stop, you want him to appease. I licked my sass.

`` 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 persist, and you will do anything to make sure enough I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast more than and more desire for me to stay. I started building a scenario in her mind, some thought to try and proceed me here.

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

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't get laid 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 guilty conscience, seeing how conflict 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 stick around just a piffling spell, then. '' I said, letting the spectre of a smile touch my brim. I continued to broadcast, letting the building passion of my lust seep into her. There was still some incertitude in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to need to bear on 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 side of meat, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a light flannel shirt in blues and Marxist. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now intemperate dark pools over a powdered face and juicy red backtalk.

She began to fumble at her push on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her blue jean skirt, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to manage the shirt. Her breast were hanging out visibly, barely held in office by a lacy slight bra that I could see matched the panties 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 arse boldness and found her kitty-cat lips, two thick crinkle that pursed almost like a pout. I leaned in shut down and inhaled, then darted a clapper over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made scant work of her bra fastener, and had those flaccid flesh 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 fingerbreadth along her twat, and she shuddered. I could still feel how infringe she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the knuckle joint, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a trivial, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping hole all over her crotch, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and delicious. Serah panted like a dog in heat energy, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with abandon. With my finger's breadth still moist with her succus, I spread her buttock to calculate down at her piddling brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any form of butt-play. It had been a loyal line that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a matter elevated, and over time that little fix, so close 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 variety in texture and brush against the pucker little hole. She 'd always wriggled 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 feel, from the foreign little corridor into her psyche, that she was terrified of giving that component of herself over.

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my fingerbreadth pressed a little more firmly against that slight knot 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 result.

I poked my finger into her defecator slowly, feeling the little ring declaration tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's nous 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 sole one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her pussy gripped my dick and my finger reamed her picayune arsehole, blowing away much of the resistivity in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too very much, that I was about to lose restraint and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a condom on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to louse up my lading and fulfill her up. I wanted to allow her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't need the complication of a child.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my programme mind without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck pecker, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her human knee and lunged, wrapping her brim around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the entirely duration and working the shaft, bobbing her head along it. Another mind occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent programme, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up amphetamine on her twat as she started to climb onto the balls of her feet. Once she had clearance from the floor she went for her buttocks as well, slipping a fingerbreadth in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too lots for me, watching her go nuts like that. I felt my orgasm edifice and pulled her oral sex off my peter, then watched rope after circle splatter out all over her look and those keen soft tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my suppose broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my judgment 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 face alongside the blush of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .