Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica)

by X, Lexie

  Gwen approached, trying not to stare. Her old best friend seemed both familiar and entirely a new person simultaneously.

  "Hey!" Hanna said, lighting up with a smile.

  Gwen sat, heart pounding, forcing a smile to hide her nervousness. "Hey, long time no see."

  "Yeah, I can't believe you just called me out of the blue like that after all these years - or that I was free! It's been really busy."

  Gwen nodded along with her words, watching her beautiful mouth and smile move. "Oh, uh yeah, me too."

  "You ever become a model?" Hanna asked, laying one hand on the table.

  "For a little bit, but I didn't do anything major," she replied automatically. "Forgive me for being blunt, but you're incredibly hot yourself. You've really grown up."

  Hanna blushed red and gave a warm smile. "Thanks."

  "Really," Gwen continued, putting her hand on the table near her old best friend's. "And I have to be honest, I wasn't just calling to catch up on old times."

  Hanna's sharp brown eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. She considered her next words for a long, interminable moment. Finally, she spoke. "You want to go get a drink?"

  Gwen nodded, a rush overtaking her thoughts.

  "Alright," Hanna said. "You lead, I'll drive behind."

  A short time later, they pulled up to Gwen's apartment.

  Following from her parking spot, Hanna almost seemed to smirk. "I thought we were going to a bar…"

  Fumbling for her keys, Gwen froze. "I've… got wine here."

  The gorgeous brunette raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm not complaining."

  Once inside, Gwen rushed about, cleaning in a flurry and grabbing two glasses full of red wine. She brought one to the living room and handed it to her guest, sitting on the couch next to her, full of nervousness and excitement. "So, Hanna… how's life?"

  "Just got out of a four-year relationship, actually," she answered, sipping her wine. "This is good. Unexpected, but just what I needed."

  "The wine?"

  Hanna shook her head, her gaze intent. She placed one hand on Gwen's thigh. "Truth or dare?"

  Gwen felt a surge of excitement - so she had been thinking about it too! The two of them, alone together, half-naked… quite drunk, daring each other right up to that invisible taboo line… she smiled, deciding to tease. "Truth."

  Hanna laughed. "Fine, but be warned, two can play it that way. Hmm… what are you thinking right now?"

  She took a gulp of wine. "I'm thinking I shouldn't have chickened out on that dare all those years ago."

  "I thought that would be your answer," she replied, her tone knowing. "Your turn."

  "Truth or dare?"

  She laughed again. "Truth."

  "Tease."

  "You started it!"

  "Fine. Was…" Gwen trailed off for a second, not wanting to ask directly. "Um, how did your relationship end?"

  Hanna sighed, but maintained her warm smile, knowing the real question. "She and I just didn't get along anymore."

  Gwen felt her face flush red at the confirmation.

  "Truth or dare?" Hanna asked.

  She felt her face grow even brighter red, but she wasn't about to back down. The heat between her legs had grown unbearable. "Dare."

  Hanna grinned, drawing out the moment. She finished her glass of wine, placed it on the table, moved her legs, pulled her panties off gracefully, lifted her dress a tiny bit, and - ever so slowly, teasing to the last - spread her legs. "Same dare you chickened out on, back then. I dare you to kiss me here."

  Gwen felt frozen, looking back and forth between those sharp brown eyes and the gorgeous trimmed sex open to her. She gulped her wine down, pushed the glass away, and moved a foot closer on the couch.

  Feeling briefly like she was suddenly a decade younger and somehow reliving that drunken night, she leaned down. This time she wasn't afraid, and didn't think it was weird or wrong… this time, she was eager.

  She laid her pursed lips flat against Hanna's trim labia, delivering a chaste kiss to her warm mound. Her action elicited a sharp intake of breath, and then a small chuckle.

  "Tease. Make it a French kiss."

  Gwen looked up with wicked intent, nodding slowly. She pressed her lips forward again, this time opening them slightly and slipping her tongue out. Parting folds, gently making out with her best friend's pussy, she relished every detail. Those silken walls and that smooth flavor were everything she'd imagined - and more.

  Hanna sighed, tilting her head back for a moment. "You have no idea how much I've thought about this…"

  She gave one last kiss and sat up. "Yes, I do. If only I'd gone through with it…"

  Hanna closed her legs and leaned forward. "You can now."

  They kissed.

  Gwen pulled her best friend closer, thrusting her tongue between open lips. It was as if they'd never been apart… "I want you so badly," she breathed.

  Kissing her back hard, Hanna just nodded.

  They fell together on the couch, making out, arms entwined.

  Under her, Hanna's hands pulled and tugged.

  Gwen helped take her own jeans off, sliding them off with her panties, leaving both of them bare from the waist down.

  Hanna pushed forward, moving on top of her, kissing her passionately and sliding one leg expertly between them. Their rhythm from that position was subversively natural, and they rolled together, pressing their mounds together as they made out.

  The heated and wet sensation of grinding against another woman's sex caught Gwen by surprise, filling her with a strange new kind of pleasure. It was so soft, but firm, and it felt so different, but so natural… Gwen realized, with some excitement, that the old best friend she was kissing was an experienced lesbian. Hanna had gotten to live all those years making love to women, just as she herself had fantasized…

  She wanted to learn. She wanted it all.

  Pulling Hanna close, she slid her hands along the brunette's shoulders, lowering her dress and exposing her bra. Listening to her lover's sighs grow deeper, Gwen leaned down, tugging her bra off.

  Hanna's pale teardrop breasts swung free.

  "I remember these," she whispered, kissing above them gently.

  Still rolling into her, Hanna grinned. "I bet you do."

  Gwen brought one up with her hand, reaching the small nipple with her mouth as best she could while keeping up their mutual thrusting. Under her flicking tongue, the soft nipple quickly hardened. She moved to Hanna's other nipple, hardening it the same way.

  Her efforts grew unfocused as the pleasure building between them grew. For a time, it was all they could do to breathe and grind, their heated bodies moving together.

  "Just like that," Hanna whispered in her ear, her breath tickling. "I'm gonna come."

  Aroused beyond belief and nearing her own orgasm, Gwen nodded against her lover's cheek and gripped her closer. So soft, so smooth, so warm… Hanna's body against hers filled her entire awareness.

  Hanna's sudden tensing pushed her past the edge, and they came together, pulling at one another, sharing desperate panting breath, clenching and tensing in sync.

  Before the last of her orgasm even had a chance to fade, Gwen found herself pushed onto her back.

  Hanna climbed on top of her, clambering on the edge of the couch to turn around above.

  Realizing her desperate fantasy was finally happening, Gwen hurriedly tugged her own shirt and bra off. She wanted to feel her breasts against Hanna's soft tummy, and Hanna's tits against her bare skin.

  Reading her intentions, her best friend slid off her tangled dress and returned above her, fully naked.

  "God yes," Gwen said to herself, pulling that gorgeous female body down on her face.

  She heard Hanna laugh knowingly.

  Supple thighs sought purchase on either side of her head, and Gwen found herself in a sixty-nine with another woman for the second time in her life - but this time, she wasn't going to chicken out. This time, she was eager.
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  It felt like a kind of worship, running her hands along the thighs and butt above her, feeling breasts pressed into her tummy, feeling her own chest against a woman's warm, soft body… and that shrine, trim lovely pink lips right in her face, dripping with arousal and heat, ready and open for her devotion…

  Hanna's smooth flavor returned to her tongue as she thrust upward.

  Between her legs, she felt a firm moist muscle penetrate her in response.

  Making a happy noise, she gripped the firm cheeks above, seeking more access to her inner folds. After a few exploratory licks, both women settled into the pure pleasure of licking each other's pussies.

  They took it slow, enjoying each other's flavors, both feeling each little shiver and tremble caused by eager tongues.

  Gwen realized very quickly that she should have kept going, with Lydia, back in that shower… and she knew she could very easily do this the rest of her life. The entire lower half of her body felt like electric bliss, crackling through her muscles and insides, and her head seemed to spark with pleasure every time she lapped between Hanna's slick labia or flicked her tongue across her clit.

  She guessed, with some dark excitement, that Emma's training to make her body associate licking pussy with pleasure had actually somewhat worked… and she wondered what might have happened if she'd stayed longer. Would she have ended up like Rachel, slavering and jumping at the chance to pleasure a woman?

  The thought only aroused her even more.

  Hanna's expert tongue felt like pure white-hot pleasure against her clit, alternately flicking by itself or poking during wide-mouthed sucks. Her lover seemed to take her whole mound in her mouth, sucking hard while somehow still employing her tongue…

  Gwen's eyes fluttered, and she struggled to keep her own efforts up. She wanted very badly to please Hanna the same way, but the brunette was just too skilled.

  Screaming against the sheer power of the pleasure building in her, she writhed in ecstasy, riding the most intense orgasm she'd ever had while keeping her tongue up in her best friend's pussy. The taste, intimacy, and taboo kept her shuddering with intense bliss for several long minutes.

  When she was finally forced to push Hanna off for fear of passing out, she could barely think. "That was… incredible…"

  Hanna smiled, opening her legs in anticipation of her turn. "Certainly worth the wait."

  Catching her breath, Gwen nodded emphatically. "I'm so glad I called you. I've missed you."

  "Oh." Hanna closed her legs, her demeanor suddenly changing.

  "What?" Gwen asked, suddenly worried. She suspected that she knew that look, and had used it herself on occasion.

  "I just thought you knew this is just a hookup," her old best friend replied, frowning. "We're not like, going to date or anything…"

  It was Gwen's turn to frown.

  Hanna grimaced. "Wow. You… I don't even know what to say. What, you try out girls and suddenly you're all in? I live it. It's not that easy." She stood, grabbing her clothes. "I think I better go."

  In a moment, she was gone, and Gwen was left to sit on the floor naked and alone, wondering what the hell had gotten into her - and what had gone so horribly wrong.

  Worse, she wanted so badly to grab the locket and force her old best friend to change her mind. The urge was strong enough, she actually grabbed it and ran to the door - but stopped herself at the last moment.

  "I need to destroy this goddamn thing," she muttered.

  She imagined she could feel a brief dip in the energy coursing through her hand - was it the locket, afraid of what she might do?

  She unhooked the chain and shoved it all back in her purse angrily.

  She sat in the bookstore coffee shop, sipping a mocha latte that did little to cheer her up. It was all she could do to put on a neutral face, hiding her profound unhappiness from the other patrons scattered around reading books.

  Finally, her phone lit up with the expected text message.

  The drive to the house was short. Light drifting snow made her feel cold, and her car's heat just didn't seem to be enough.

  Lydia answered the door, looking up and down the street anxiously. "You bring it?"

  She nodded.

  Behind the hastily shut front door, Emma waited.

  Gwen immediately raised the locket.

  Both women fell into trances.

  "Do you two intend to trick me?" she asked, fearful.

  "No," came the dual response.

  "Do you two intend to steal the locket?"

  "No."

  Sighing, she walked over to the living room table and dropped the gold heart and chain on it with a loud clunk.

  Lydia and Emma jumped, startled, and looked around - before noticing she was in the living room already. They'd agreed to the questioning, but they both still looked worried.

  Gwen sat on the cushy chair, and Lydia and Emma sat on the couch.

  All three stared down at the locket.

  It lay quietly on the table, feigning innocence.

  "That locket made me do some messed up things," Emma admitted first.

  "I friggin' kidnapped people," Lydia responded, her eyes wide.

  Gwen screwed her face up. "I made a girl eat me out in a supermarket aisle, and fucked a coffee shop girl in a drive-through window."

  Lydia laughed. "Like, in the drive-through window?"

  Gwen nodded, forlorn.

  Emma stared. "And you got away with it?"

  "I don't know," Gwen replied. "What would they say? Officer, some woman fucked our co-worker with a strap-on as she hung out the coffee shop window…"

  The tense mood broke as all three women burst out laughing, their moods fragile from nervousness.

  Almost unable to breathe from her red-faced fit of laughter, Emma went to the kitchen. "I'll get us some drinks."

  Lydia laid the book out on the table, and they gathered around, sitting close on the floor and sipping wine.

  Sidled up against the object of her utmost fantasy, Gwen couldn't help but grow a little heated. She wondered if either woman noticed her subtle sidelong glances.

  "What about this passage?" Lydia asked, seemingly oblivious.

  Emma raised her eyebrows. "It's pretty cryptic. It could mean anything."

  "Didn't you read this before you used the locket?"

  "Sort of," she shrugged. "It's really wordy and obscure."

  "True."

  They combed each page of the book for the next half-hour, before Gwen finally sighted something promising. "Look, right there."

  Lydia read it out loud. "It can only be given up by someone who truly does not desire. What's that mean?"

  Gwen sighed, finished off her glass, and then spoke. "I tried to break it. Even put it under the wheel of my car and backed over it. But you know… I didn't really want to destroy it. How could I? You can do anything with it. Get anything you want. Part of me was glad it was unharmed by all that."

  "That makes sense," Emma replied, distant. "That means we can't get rid of it, then. We'll have to hide it or something. And which of us won't just run to the hiding spot and get it out the moment there's any problem in our lives?"

  None of the three spoke, each thinking about their own failures to resist using the locket's power.

  Gwen's thoughts dwelled on Hanna's reaction to her blundering fantasies. Had her old best friend been right? Was she just fooling around and high on doing whatever she wanted? The more she thought about Hanna's words, the more she realized she'd been indulging her every whim without any consequences. Hanna lived her consequences, had real relationships…

  And none of them would have real relationships as long as the locket remained in their lives.

  Emma refilled their glasses, and they began commiserating about everything they'd been through.

  "The thing is," Gwen said, shaking her head after a heady sip. "That power available to us won't let us live normally. Real life is full of hardships. Nothing matters if you can just have
whatever you want."

  Lydia agreed with an emphatic noise. "What can we do?" She took a long gulp of wine.

  "Watch each other, I guess," she replied, her tone forlorn. "Hiding it is pointless. We can't destroy it. All we can do is deal with it like it's an addiction. Keep each other from using."

  Emma laughed. "Sounds like you're talking about a drug."

  "Aren't I? Power is intoxicating."

  "Wow, fair point."

  They stared down at the locket again for awhile.

  "So… you're alright with what happened?" Emma suddenly asked. "I was all like… leather dominatrix crazy…"

  Gwen felt her cheeks burn red. She shared a glance with Lydia. "I was scared and angry at the time, but now… it was kind of fun, actually. And it certainly opened me up to new experiences. Your 'training' sort of worked."

  Emma blinked. "Really? Wow. I thought I was just making things up that tickled my fancy." She paused. "Wait, does that mean you've…?"

  Gwen burned even brighter red. "I kind of went on a sex rampage with the locket."

  "Men and women?"

  "Just women…"

  "So we actually turned you?" Emma continued, her neck flushing visibly. "That's… so fucking hot…"

  Gwen found herself looking away from Lydia's intent gaze. "Yeah, I guess you did. Really wish I hadn't turned down that sixty-nine now…" She laughed sheepishly, realizing she'd accidentally spoken that out loud.

  Emma suddenly stood. "I need more wine. Lydia, will you come help me open a new bottle?"

  "Um, sure." The brunette followed her to the kitchen.

  Gwen sat alone, staring at the locket and feeling horrible. Had she spoken out of line, offended Emma? The locket glimmered hopefully. She could almost feel it wanting her to use it. She could just make them forget her comment…

  She shook her head forcefully, resisting the urge.

  The two women finally returned, sitting on the couch on either side of her.

  "We talked," Emma stated directly. "The locket made us act out pretty intensely, but we're pretty sure we secretly wanted to do most of it."

  Gwen looked back and forth between them. "Really…"

  Emma nodded. "We do still have a college girl sex slave in the basement, after all."

  "Rachel's still here?"