Buildup: Her Side
by J.Frank Anastasio

(c) 2000

(A True Story)

We've been dating for a long time, and even though I have a room on campus, we've been pretty much living together for sometime at his off-campus apartment. He was not quite what I go for physically, but he was funny, intelligent, and very, very sexual. When he asked to put me under hypnosis, I didn't think he'd do anything weird. Well, he did. Men. I should've known. But I do have to admit, it was the best thing that could happen for the both of us sexually. He put me under, I saw an entire movie, got a little drunk then...blank. It was a long blank. I don't remember a thing. When I woke up, talked to him about it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

He turned on the TV and we watched something silently. He turned to me and said something. My mind fuzzed a little, then he said it again. It hit me. It hit me like a sleeping pill, or a really good drink.

"What?" I said.

"Densac." he repeated.

Everything went fuzzy. I felt very relaxed, and closed my eyes. "Jessie?" he asked.

I was too relaxed to answer him. "Yes." I finally said.

"How are you feeling?"

Stop asking questions, I feel to good to answer.

"I feel relaxed, like I'm floating."

"What do you see?"

"Nothing."

He made me count down. I couldn't stop. Every number was like a taking a good drink. My body was heavy, my mind was slow and I was flying. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Very relaxed, like I'm really high."

He said something to me then. I don't remember what. The next thing I remember is being awake and looking at the TV. A few minutes later, he touched my cheek. It took my breath away feeling his skin. I felt a tingle at the base of my neck. It traveled though my body, awaking every nerve in its path. Finally it stopped at my clit, sending even more sensations through me. I was hornier than I've ever been in my life.

"Something wrong?" he suddenly asked.

"No, nothing," for some reason, I didn't want him to know how I was feeling right now. Every part of my body was suddenly aching to be touched and kissed. I shifted her body on the couch so I was lying on it. I brushed my hand over my nipples. It felt so good, but I continued to pretend to watch TV. I continued to rub myself, (I couldn't help it, I was that hot,) through my clothes, hoping he wouldn't notice. He seemed to intense on the TV, and maybe I can sneak a fast orgasm without him noticing. I couldn't stop my legs from moving. He said something, I don't know what, but it made me realize that my hand was between my spread legs. I was playing with my pussy and I had no idea that I was doing it!

"No," I said, any answer. I started to turn away when I saw how hard he was. He must have noticed but why isn't he saying anything, why am I not saying anything either? His cock must be trying to undo his zipper it was so hard and throbbing. I was so fucking hot. My mouth was dry. Maybe, I thought, if I can get him to leave the room, I could have that quick orgasm I so desperately needed. "Will you get me something to drink," I asked, "I'm getting fucking thirsty."

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Shit, anything wet," I said. He's got to know how fucking horny I am, I don't swear like this in causal conversation.

He got up and disappeared into the kitchen. I dove my hand into my fucking wet panties, and teased my clit. My other hand rubbed my nipples, frantically trying to make my self cum. I worked and pulled, but he came back into the room before I could do it. I tried to quickly cover myself. I think my blouse was still open, but I couldn't think straight, I was in a sexual high. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, why?"

"You are, well, disheveled. Your breasts are exposed...Not that I mind, but..."

"Oh Fuck, sorry," I said, making a half-hearted attempt to cover myself by pulling my blouse over my breasts, "All I was doing was shifting positions and well, my fucking tits fell out." I couldn't believe that I didn't tell him to shut up and fuck me right now. Why am I playing this game? "Is this soda ok?" he said, trying to stay nonchalant. He really couldn't with that bulge staring me in the face. I reached for the can with one hand, the other hand slid slowly down to my crotch. I did this to tease him, but it backfired: It felt like any minute now either one of us was going to explode. It suddenly became a game of whomever did loses.

"Yes," I said, grabbed the cold can and ran it across my forehead. I was playing my pussy through my panties. I was so wet. I didn't even notice that I was rubbing my nipples with the cold soda can until I took a sip.

Some time went by while we watched the tube. During that time, I got more and more got more aroused. My clothes caused my skin to itch and be uncomfortable. Without knowing it I had removed my shoes, my pantyhose, and my blouse. Soon my skirt, bra and panties were all that I was wearing. I couldn't stop pulling on my nipples, rubbing my clit through the panties, and I was moaning like crazy. I needed to cum, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't!

Most of the time I stared at the TV, but I sometimes caught a look at his hard cock, and it made my mouth and pussy water.

"Are you horny or something?" he asked with a smile.

I stopped, closed her legs, covered my breasts and looked at him. What an asshole, fuck yeah! I'm fucking horny, I wanted to say but for some reason, I couldn't I still needed to hide it.

"Fuck, no," I said, breathing very heavily, "what the fuck gave you that idea?"

"You were playing with yourself."

"No I wasn't," I said and slipped back into the couch. "Your doing it now."

He was right: I was writhing on the couch, my legs opened wide, my hand under my panties. Still, the game continued. "No, I'm not..." I almost couldn't get the words out of my mouth, I was moaning between words, "...I'm just...uncomfortable." He started rubbing his cock through his pants. "And..." I said, hardly able to speak she was breathing so heavily, "what the fuck... are you... fucking doing?" He looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Stroking my hard cock, what the fuck are you doing, Jessie?" "I'm just...Oh fuck!...I need...I'm really fucking hot..." and I lost it. I removed my panties and stood up. The last of my clothes fell right off. Completely naked, I walked over to him. I never removed my hand from my pussy. I stared straight at him and without a word, ripped his fucking pants right off him.

"You did this to me," I said, "You fucked me up. Didn't you? I have never been so fucking wet and fucking horny in my life! Your dick better be up to the fucking it's about to receive!"

I almost jumped on top of him, held him down and with one hand slid his shaft inside me. I was angry but I was also very wet. I clamped my lips around his cock and held tight. I bounced hard on it and screamed. This is what I needed, I was in a full sexual frenzy just wanted a good fuck. And he was giving it to me.

"Cum now." he barely whispered.

I looked at him, realizing what he did, suddenly I didn't care. His cock exploded inside me and didn't stop. My whole body was washed with sex and orgasm. I didn't stop fucking him, my orgasm was rocking me over and over. I was shaking and moaning. It felt so good, I couldn't even speak, I just kept screaming and moaning. Finally I collapsed on top of him, my pussy still convulsing from the aftershocks. After we caught our breaths, I stood up smiling.

"That was fantastic," I said, "was I under the whole time?"

"It was a post-hypnotic command. I really didn't think it would work."

I paused. Then an idea struck me, "When do you think you're going to put yourself under again?"

He smiled back. "Why?"

I am not going to tell him...let him wonder....

© (c) Copyright J.Frank Anastasio 2000 All right reserved.

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