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 rigid. She must have felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to fade. Her lips still stayed stretched up, but her eyes started to fulfil with worries.

`` We need to peach, Serah. ``

Breakups are nasty. 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 organic structure that was pillowy and voiced around the knocker and arse, but still some kind of taut around her waist. 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 night with the itch, I could enumerate on being able to wake her with two digit between her ramification and get a skilful answer.

You can probably recite, I have some declination. Or rather, some mistrust. But personally ? The girl was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any sort of running joke she could establish. I never minded her flirting with other guys ; I 'm not the jealous type. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching mortal trying to prepare you covetous. Not lusting after mortal 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 affair that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her breast heaving through sobbing, some of spirit 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll save you the worked up inside information. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of philia from me, some sort of apology perhaps. I should really have walked out after delivering the separation, but perhaps my brass failed me. At any rate, it left me stood here like a lameness 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 start a scene too. This was where affair 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 part from that strange part of me suddenly doubling down. My castle in Spain were out of deal : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to envisage them, vividly. I imagined the pocket-sized 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 sick little titty knotted and her plump fanny 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 commix formulation of disgust and confusion. There was brief panic- had I popped a foul-up 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 typeface in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` Nothing. Weird. ``

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

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

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a little vexation 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 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 persuasion ? 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 doorway closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a lilliputian nervous, if Serah was developing psychical powers ... there were definitely things from the shoemaker's last couple of workweek I did n't want her to cognize about ! But I felt weirdly sure-footed.

I leaned over the little sink in her john and cupped my paw under the tap, slugging a little water at a clip 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 mask of sadness. I wondered how practically 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 sort of working theory based on instinct. A match of clock time since my daydreaming had gotten out of hand, I had noticed early the great unwashed gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd found it to be a unusual happenstance, but now those little anamnesis were exciting and a small scary. I was broadcasting persuasion !

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

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. I felt her moderation 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 view, the one I had imagined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, 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 stay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make certainly I do.

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

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast more and more desire for me to appease. I started building a scenario in her psyche, some theme to try and keep 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 live 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 susurration. 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 notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a little while, then. '' I said, letting the ghostwriter of a smile pinch my sassing. I continued to circulate, letting the construction warmth of my lust seep into her. There was still some doubt in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to ask to push her to do something way out of character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking unsealed. She was wearing a denim chick that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a brightness level washrag shirt in blues and bolshie. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now arduous dark pools over a powder face and juicy red lips.

She began to foul up at her buttons on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim skirt, too, getting it off in half the prison term it took her to manage the shirt. Her tits were hanging out visibly, barely held in place by a lacy little bra that I could see matched the panties she had on. I tugged the step-in down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her arse face and found her pussy lips, two midst lines that pursed almost like a pout. I leaned in finis 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 workplace of her bra holdfast, and had those voiced shapes free and bouncing in consequence. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my cock, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a digit along her scratch, and she shuddered. I could still feel how conflicted she was. I slipped the finger in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a fiddling, 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 luscious. Serah panted like a dog in passion, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clitoris, still driving away at her with abandon. With my fingerbreadth still moist with her juices, I spread her cheeks to attend down at her minuscule brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a firm 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 meter that little gob, so near and yet so far, had become a Holy Grail for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a finger drift close to it, just crop the change in grain and brush against the cockle little pickle. She 'd always squirm away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in enchantment as it almost breathed in response, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could feel, from the strange piddling corridor into her intellect, 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 little mile of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should answer.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her nous doing unbelievable acrobatics around me to excuse that little answer.

I poked my finger into her shitter slowly, feeling the little pack contract bridge tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the pussy. Serah 's mind was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The taboo she had built up for herself, the passing of control- even if she did n't realise it was me taking the restraint 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 tool and my finger reamed her fiddling arse, blowing away much of the impedance in her judgement that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too a lot, that I was about to lose ascendancy and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a prophylactic on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to blow my cargo and fill her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the birth control pill, and I did n't need the ramification of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my broadcast thought without me saying a word. She had never wanted to sop up dick, our total relationship. But now, without any prompt, she rolled off the bed and onto her articulatio genus and lunged, wrapping her lips around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the shaft, bobbing her mind along it. Another idea occurred to me.

Again prompted by a understood broadcast, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up speed on her pussy as she started to mount onto the balls of her feet. Once she had clearance from the storey she went for her rear end as well, slipping a finger's breadth in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too much for me, watching her go ball like that. I felt my orgasm building and pulled her head word off my dick, then watched rope after rope splatter out all over her face and those expectant lenient tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my guess broadcast, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The computer architecture in my mind was different now though- the variety I had made were there to stick, 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 .