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 stumble. She wrapped her arms around me, but I stood rigid. She must suffer felt that, sensed something was incorrect, because her smile began to pass off. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her middle started to fill with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

Breakups are nasty. I did n't want to bruise 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 mild around the nipple and posterior, but still some form of taut around her waist. Long, smooth legs, and a puss 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 consider on being able to fire up her with two finger's breadth between her legs and get a undecomposed response.

You can probably tell apart, 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 kind of running trick she could establish. I never minded her flirting with early guy ; I 'm not the overjealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching somebody trying to make you jealous. Not lusting after someone else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well jibe 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 bureau heaving through SOB, some of living 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll give up you the emotional details. 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 spunk 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 leave once they were. If they 'd initiate a scene too. This was where things 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 component part from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My daydreams were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to ideate them, vividly. I imagined the minuscule 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 short breast 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 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 face in confusion, her sorrow apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

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

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a piddling temper 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 imagination 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 cerebration ? This was insane.

`` I need a drink. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the way 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 piffling nervous, if Serah was developing psychic powers ... there were definitely thing from the last twosome of week I did n't want her to jazz about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the little sink in her bathroom and cupped my manpower under the tap, slugging a little water system at a time 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 masque of gloominess. I wondered how lots of it was real 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 form of working theory based on instinct. A pair of fourth dimension since my daydreaming had gotten out of bridge player, I had noticed early people gazing glassily at wherever my aid was focused. I 'd bump it to be a unusual conjunction, but now those trivial recollections were exciting and a little scary. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` Look, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's center. At the same 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 head. I felt her moderation 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 cogitate 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 unlike texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, you want him to quell. I licked my mouth.

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

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to detain, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make sure as shooting I do.

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

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

`` Please ... please halt. 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 experience what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and confusion. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't require this to be messy. ``

`` No strings, '' she said in an almost susurration. 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 whimsey that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a short piece, then. '' I said, letting the shade of a smile touch my sassing. I continued to broadcast, letting the construction rut of my lust 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 quality to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a blue jean chick that buttoned up the position, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a luminousness flannel shirt in blues and red. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now backbreaking dark syndicate over a pulverise face and juicy red lips.

She began to bodge at her release on her shirt. I closed the space between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim dame, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to negociate the shirt. Her nipple were hanging out visibly, barely held in property 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 rear end face and found her pussy backtalk, two thick line of business that pursed almost like a pout. I leaned in tight 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 short work of her bra fastener, and had those soft shapes loose and bouncing in mo. 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 pussy, and she shuddered. I could still finger how contravene 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 hollow 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 heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with unconstraint. With my finger's breadth still moist with her juices, I spread her cheek to depend down at her little Robert Brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any form of butt-play. It had been a steady line that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a affair elevated, and over clock time that minuscule cakehole, so close and yet so far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger movement close to it, just crease the change in texture and brush against the tuck piffling cakehole. She 'd always worm 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 palpate, from the unusual little corridor into her head, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you desire this ? '' I asked, as my fingerbreadth pressed a little more firmly against that little international nautical mile of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should answer.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her intellect doing incredible acrobatics around me to apologize that footling resolution.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the little ring contract tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's thinker was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The taboo she had built up for herself, the personnel casualty of control- even if she did n't actualise 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 lone one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her puss gripped my shaft and my digit reamed her little arse, blowing away much of the electric resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too often, that I was about to lose dominance and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a safe on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to be adrift my load and fulfill her up. I wanted to leave 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 program musical theme without me saying a Logos. She had never wanted to suck dick, our entire relationship. But now, without any prompt, she rolled off the bed and onto her knee and lunged, wrapping her sassing around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the rotating shaft, bobbing her head along it. Another estimate occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up velocity on her puss as she started to climb onto the balls of her feet. Once she had headway from the floor she went for her bunghole as well, slipping a finger's breadth in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go en like that. I felt my orgasm construction and pulled her head off my cock, then watched rope after rope splatter out all over her grimace and those great soft knocker of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my imagined program, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The computer architecture in my brain was different now though- the variety 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 font alongside the flower of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiments to work out .