It was working. She could tell. She could see it on his face. Sense it in his behavior.
Although they’d been friends for years there was something noticeably different about the way he looked at her. For the first time since she’d known him she could see nervousness in him when they were together. Awkwardness.
Like suddenly after having known one another for years just being near her was making him flustered and tongue tied.
If only she’d have known how receptive his mind was to hers, how easily she could slip into his head and manipulate his dreams she’d have done it ages ago.
It made no sense to him. Why was this happening? He’d been friends with her for years and now he was having dreams about her?
And not just any dreams. Hot dreams. Sexy dreams. Erotic dreams. Dreams that would cause him to wake up in a sweat, rock hard, aching for relief.
And then two nights ago, he’d woken up hearing himself moaning her name, sheets wet, and cock spent.
What was happening to him? Whatever it was he needed to get himself together. Tonight he was going to her apartment, their typical ‘Netflix and chill’ evening.
The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable by revealing to her that while she no doubt still simply viewed him as a friend he couldn’t get her out of his head, his mind now seemingly constantly thinking about and fantasizing of her.
Tonight was the night. It was time to reap the rewards of her success.
Her mental manipulations of his mind had worked to perfection. She could tell. Her sweet, platonic friend was now like a nervous schoolboy around her. It was glorious.
She checked herself in the mirror one last time before his arrival. A little extra perfume. A little more cleavage. A little more thigh. She smiled to herself. This poor man would have no chance.
When he arrived that night he stopped in his tracks at the door when she greeted him to invite him inside.
“Hi sweetie!” Then fighting back a smirk at the look of disbelief on his face she Innocently asked, “Everything okay?”
His mind was reeling. How was this possible?? His mouth fell open as he gazed at her. Not only was she dressed more provocatively than normal, but it was exactly the same attire she’d been wearing in his dream several nights earlier.
The dream that was so hot he’d woken up moaning her name….
The dream that felt so realistic he’d cum in his sleep….
The dream where he’d been at her apartment to watch Netflix… only to ultimately find himself kneeling before her, hands bound behind his back, his mouth worshiping her silky folds to orgasm after orgasm while his achingly hard cock wept with need.
“Uhhh….yeah. Sure, fine,” he answered when he broke free from his haze.
“Well come in, silly!,” she giggled. This was priceless. He was a mess and had yet to even step inside.
Moments later he found himself sitting on her couch with her snuggled into him, just like they’d done countless times before. Except, this felt nothing like any of those other times to him.
“Here, you pick tonight,” she said, handing him the remote.
He felt a wave of dizziness pass through him as she shifted closer. Her soft breasts pressing against his arm… her short denim skirt riding up her shapely thigh… her sensual perfume making him lightheaded.
He felt like he could barely breathe… like he was burning up… like the room was spinning.
She watched with delight at the way his hand trembled, the way he struggled to even select a movie. When he finally succeeded she softly purred, “Nice,” taking the remote back and setting it aside.
Leaning in closer, letting her fingertips trace through his hair just above his ear, she softly asked, “Are you good, sweetie? Can I get you anything before we get all comfy?”
She had to fight back a chuckle at the quiver in his voice when he replied, “All good…”
“Mmm, good… me too,” she purred.
After snuggling in she let her hand rest casually on his thigh, her fingers stroking and caressing ever so subtly. She smirked to herself, reveling at how she could already see the outline of his cock stiffening with need beneath the fabric of his shorts.
With the movie now beginning to play, her prey backed into the corner by her soft curves, she was whirring with lust and anticipation. In a husky voice she murmured, “Mmm, this feels perfect. I’ve been looking forward to this all week… we’re going to have so much fun tonight.”
And with a wicked smirk on her face, her gently teasing hand began to creep excruciatingly slowly up his thigh…..
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