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The following story is by Dreamfire. If you enjoy reading it -- and I
sincerely believe many of you will -- please let her know by sending a note
to ddamanita@NOSPAM.hotmail.com (remove the 'NOSPAM.' when addressing your
message).
If you are one of the many who don't normally read "MC" stories, I encourage
you to take a look at this one anyway. This is not stereotypical MC; it is
a very romantic story that happens to involve erotic applications of
hypnosis.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer:
I work for realism in most of my stories. In spite of this, some things are not
possible. Nor should they be tried. If you are under 18, or whatever legal age
is in your area, please read no further. If you are offended by sex or sexual
situations, please see www.pbskids.org. I'm not kidding, it really is an
interesting website.
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LAST TIME
(c) Copyright 2000 by Dreamfire
Shawn finished packing the last box, trying not to look at Kim sitting on the
couch. Her things were already mostly settled in crates, ready to be shipped.
She pulled one leg up under the other, hands resting on her calf. "I'm sorry,
Shawn..." she said for the eighth time in the hour.
He sighed again. "Honey, you'll never get another chance like this. You know it.
I know it. We both agreed that if you got this career break, you'd go. Even
before we started dating, we said that." He felt his gut twist as he spoke, but
the truth was the truth. He had said those things, months ago. He just didn't
really understand when he said them what they really meant.
He was being a fool to let her go this way. He should fight harder. He knew it.
"It's just...I don't know if I'll ever get another chance to be in a movie.
Maybe if it doesn't work out, I can come back here...maybe..."
He made himself look up at her. "Angel..." He saw her tense at the nickname.
"It's four in the morning. We've been packing all day. Your agent will be
waiting for you tomorrow at noon at the airport to take you to fame and
fortune." He attempted a smile. "You need to get some sleep, OK? And I need a
shower before I drive home. Why don't you go to sleep on the couch, and I'll get
that shower here. Then I'll go. It'll be...it'll be easier on both of us that
way, I think. Besides, the bed's taken apart."
She bit her lip, then nodded. "OK. I think that's a good idea. I really am
tired." She got up and passed him without trying to touch him, heading into the
bedroom and her suitcase. He put his face in his hands and scrubbed at it for a
moment, then got up on his knees. He couldn't see her from where he was, but by
sound he could place her entire routine. First she would brush out her long,
honey-blonde hair. He could imagine the scent of it, the feel soft on his face.
He'd interrupted her at this and buried his head on her shoulder a hundred
times. Once she was done brushing her hair, she'd wash her face and upper body
in the half-bath, declared hers because of the better lighting. Then she'd get
into the silk robe he'd bought her for Christmas when he made better money than
she did. She'd pull that hair back, then be ready to sleep. He had to smile a
little. Kim was a creature of habit. She took comfort in that.
He wished he could find the same peace in routine.
He made himself get up and head into the shower. The sluicing water helped clear
his head a little. She was going to be the next Helen Hunt, the producer had
raved. The movie was going to be big, an adaptation of a very popular novel. The
co-stars, the director, the production house...everyone was big name. Kim would
never get a chance like this again, not in a million years. It was only luck the
producer and casting director had stopped at that dinner theater on the way
through. She had exactly the look and accent they were trying to find, and on
top of that, as the casting agent had put it, "she takes direction extremely
well."
That thought was like a knife in Shawn's gut. He had helped her with that. Kim
at least knew it, and was grateful. She always had been. She could never have
done it without Shawn...high-school admirer, college friend, post-college lover.
He had to admit to himself candidly that if she hadn't had to go to the west
coast, things might be different. The one time Shawn had been in an earthquake,
though, he'd had to get therapy. The nightmares had lasted for weeks, and that
was a little four-pointer. The thought of actually moving somewhere they
happened on a daily basis, where a bigger one could happen at any time, made him
absolutely turn to jelly. And that was part of the contract: she had to live in
California. Both of them knew that neither of them could handle a long-distance
relationship. They needed the contact of a close lover.
He was losing her, and it was his own fear holding him back. He couldn't handle
the thought, so he put it away again. We were friends first, he said to himself
fiercely. Friends. That won't change, not unless you're a total prick and change
it.
Even so, he was being a fool to let her go this way. He should fight harder. He
knew it.
He didn't know how long he stood under the shower, but it had to have been at
least forty-five minutes before the water went cold. He dragged himself out of
the stall and toweled dry. At least she's not leaving because she's tired of me,
he thought. I couldn't handle that. This...this is just a change. Our
relationship has changed before. It's just entering another phase.
He pulled on his boxers and shorts and headed into the living room, where he
stopped cold. She was already dozing on the couch, and she was beautiful. Her
cornflower-blue eyes were closed, and from the looks of them she was already
dreaming. One hand was totally relaxed on her belly, the other arm flung up over
her head. There were tearstains on her cheeks.
He leaned on the door to the bathroom. I shouldn't, he told himself. I shouldn't
do this. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to me, and she needs her rest.
Shawn listened to his conscience for a moment more, then shook his head. Very
nice, he thought, but that can go to hell. Just one last time. Just one last
time to say goodbye.
He knelt down beside her on the floor, studying her face. Then he whispered one
word over and over. "Dreamtime, love...dreamtime, dreamtime..." He watched her
intently, reaching out to stroke the hand above her head. "Dreamtime..." Shawn
knew the moment sleep changed to trance. Her fingers twitched, then relaxed. Kim
sighed softly.
"Are you comfortable in the Dreamtime, Kim?" he asked softly. She gave a barely
perceptible nod. "Is this all right with you, to be in the Dreamtime instead of
sleeping? Is it OK for Shawn to take you there now?" There, he had asked the
question. If she said no, she could go right back to sleep and nothing would
happen. He was no mind-rapist. This had to be all right with her on her deepest
levels.
But to his relief, she gave a little smile. "Yeah..." she breathed. "Missed
it...missed Shawn...it's good..."
Past the lump in his throat, he replied "Would it be OK with waking-Kim as
well?" He berated himself for not even trying this in the past two months, since
the contract became final. They both needed it, and he'd been neglecting her at
the end. He firmly put the thought aside of how that need would be met with them
apart.
Her reply took longer, but was the same. He nodded to himself. "Kim, honey,
Shawn will always be your friend and he wants you to be happy. If you're ever
not happy, let him know. He'll figure something out. He always has, right?" She
nodded, the faint sadness in her expression clearing. He hadn't noticed it until
it was gone. Taking another breath, he said, "How does it feel to be all asleep
in the Dreamtime, Kim? How does your body feel?"
"Niiiiice...really heavy, really relaxed...melty..."
"In a second, it's going to feel a little different, Kim. I want you to study
how you feel. That way, you'll notice it when it changes. Study it now." He gave
her thirty seconds without direction, and then said "And now, Kim, you're going
to notice a slight tingle beginning at your fingers and your toes."
His heart pounded. They'd never tried this before, but he'd fantasized about it
for months. "Just a soft tingle, starting at the tips and working its way
up...into your hands and feet. How does it feel?"
She shifted position slightly. "Feels...good...tickly." She giggled softly, a
dreamy sound. "Running up my hands...."
"That's right, running up your hands and feet. Can you feel it in the top of
your head, too?" She laughed softly again and nodded. "Good girl. Feel it
running down the back of your neck, over your face...it's a nice feeling, isn't
it?"
She nodded, twitching a little again. "Ah-ah...you can't move, Kim...just let it
flow all over you. It's flowing faster now, up your arms and legs...covering
them..." The hair stood up on the back of his neck as she froze and let out a
slight whimper. "That's right...you're stuck in place, you can't move as the
tingles come up your legs...up your arms...over your shoulders..."
She began to breathe more rapidly, still unmoving. He watched in fascination as
her nipples hardened beneath the silk. "Kim, I'm going to open your robe
now...and it'll make the tingles feel even better. You can move enough to nod or
shake your head, and you can move enough to speak, but your arms, legs, and body
are still frozen. May I open your robe?"
She was panting, but she whispered "Please...I want it to feel better.
Please..." Her eyes were still tightly closed, and her body seemed locked in
place. He undid the belt on the robe and opened it slowly, eliciting a gasp from
his sleeping beauty. Her soft, just barely tanned skin smelled faintly of the
lavender soap she used. He laid his head on her belly, enjoying the feel of skin
on his cheek. He also liked the clear view of her breasts, nipples taut and
swollen. It was tempting to stroke them and roll them lightly between his
fingers...
Not yet. There was more he wanted to do here. "Can you feel the tingles under
Shawn's cheek, Kim? Can you feel them tickling over your skin, making it feel
alive, stroked, buzzing, even without being touched? And knowing you can't
move?"
She whimpered again, whispering "It...it's almost burning..." Her skin became
flushed and warmer under his cheek. The lavender mixed with another, more
intoxicating scent. He drew in a deep breath, savoring the aroma of her arousal,
before lifting his head from her belly. He cleared the robe from her legs,
baring them. Her whimpers turned to soft moans. With a decisive motion, he
slipped his hands under her hips, lifting, and then pulled her underwear free of
her body.
Shawn almost moaned himself at the sight. Her curly, deep blonde hair was damp,
the lower lips behind it red and as swollen as her nipples. With difficulty, he
whispered huskily "You like this, Kim. You like being totally unable to move,
you like the tingling that's starting to find where it wants to rest. Do you
know where that is?" At her tiny headshake, he went on "It's getting so hot on
your breasts and between your legs, Kim. The tingles are centering in there now,
swirling in, deeper and deeper, farther and farther in. Right where you love to
touch yourself. And you. Can't. Move, Kim. You can't touch yourself, right where
it's tingling most."
She shuddered, lips parting as every muscle strained to deny the truth of his
words. He leaned down and licked one nipple, making her gasp and almost cry out.
"Feel that...feel how the tingles follow where Shawn's lips and tongue move. But
you only get that if you're a good girl and don't fight the sensation, Kim. You
have to let the tickling and burning take over your body." His own body was
being demanding, already rock-hard and ready to take her. Not yet, he told
himself firmly. This has to be perfect, and it can't be over too fast.
She relaxed a little, letting her body go limp. Almost immediately she was
moaning more loudly. He couldn't stop himself from leaning in to kiss her. She
responded eagerly, trying to lift her head to meet his. Between kisses, he
whispered "Are you still deep in the Dreamtime, Kim? Deep down where nothing
matters but what's happening right now?" He paused to run his hand over her
breast and side, bringing a whimper which he stifled with his lips. After a
second he realized she was trying to nod. He broke the kiss to whisper "Good
girl...that makes Shawn so happy, Kim..."
Relieved that he'd worn boxers and sweatshorts, he pulled back to examine her
again, then stripped clumsily free of his own clothing. His entire pelvis ached.
He whispered "Listen to me, Kim...I want you to come. It's going to happen over
and over again. Feel the tingles going right into where it feels best. Let them
own you. You can't think. All you can do is feel those wonderful waves of
pleasure, lost in the Dreamtime. As soon as one orgasm passes, another begins to
build. Once you have had three orgasms, you will be able to move one arm a
little...but not until then."
Shawn watched her begin to moan and sweat in true earnest, head tossing back and
forth, body perfectly still. He managed to get to his feet and stumbled for his
jeans, for the wallet there. On the way, he took a detour by her bathroom.
Relief flooded his face. Yes, she was still taking the pill. That meant he was
that much less likely to ruin her career, and he was taking his own precautions.
A quick hunt through the wallet and he found his quarry. On the way past the
linen closet, he grabbed two of the last three towels.
He almost lost his resolve as he entered the living room. Her body was flushed,
back slightly arched. Her hair had fallen into her eyes, but even as he watched
her she gave a gasping cry and one hand moved. Kim struggled to move it down to
her hips, but her breasts were closer. Shawn gaped, almost entranced himself, as
she frantically massaged, circled, and pulled at her nipples. Her ragged moans
increased in volume, and he realized she was very close to another orgasm. His
hands twitched at his sides, fighting stroking himself. He didn't need the help.
He was already feeling the heat.
Kim bit her lip as she came. This one was silent, but her entire body shook.
Shawn found himself at her side, waiting, and then as she stopped he whispered
hoarsely "Good girl, Kim, you can stop having orgasms for a moment and slip back
down into the Dreamtime. The tingling is going away." She sighed, her muscles
relaxing and going slack. The wonderful aroma of her sex filled the air. "Good
girl...deeper...deeper into the Dreamtime...so limp and relaxed and easy to
move...I want you to lift your hips up into the air now. Just a bit...good!" He
slipped the silk robe up, putting the towel underneath her rear. With a gentle
hand on her pubis he pushed her back down onto the couch. "Sit up and slip off
your robe, beautiful." Lazily Kim slid out of the silk, which he took from her.
"Now, Kim, we're going to go to our picnic place. Do you remember being there?"
He cupped her breasts and began to circle the nipples with his thumbs. "Remember
the time we made love there, in the secluded place on my Dad's land? Remember
how wonderful it felt out in the sun, with the breeze blowing and the soft grass
under the blanket? Remember that, Kim?" His voice was rough with emotion as well
as desire. She moaned softly under his hands.
"Yeah...I remember...it was...so nice..." She swallowed, skin hot to the touch.
He drew in a slow breath, making himself relax. Releasing her, he reached for
the condom. "Remember the tingles from a moment ago...they're going to follow
wherever Shawn touches. Remember the picnic place. Be there. It's more real than
anything in the world right now."
As he tore open the package, Kim reached down between her legs and began to
stroke her wet slit. It was too much. He clumsily rolled the condom down his
shaft and leaned forward, blowing on her clit. She whimpered, rolling toward him
slightly. Shawn pulled her legs farther apart, drinking in her scent, and then
lowered his face between them. He closed his own eyes and remembered how playful
she'd been, how much he'd wanted her. With a moan of his own he tasted her. She
was every bit as delicious as she had been on that day. His tongue found the
hard, swollen node and he began to lick and nibble it. Her fingers laced loosely
in his hair. He let himself get lost in the fantasy that it wasn't the end, it
was the beginning, and she tasted so good under the warm sun.
Her hips were moving frantically, and his tongue matched her need. He could feel
himself swelling even harder, aching to release, aching to fill her. Circling,
nibbling, and sucking on her clit became his world. He wasn't prepared when she
suddenly arched and gasped, her legs pressing in on either side of his head. He
paused, holding his breath. As her clasp loosened slightly, he pulled free,
spread her legs wide, and with a groan slid himself deep into her quivering
opening.
The contractions of the ongoing orgasm were almost more than he could take. She
was milking him without trying, lost in her own pleasure. He made himself stay
still, not move, until she was almost done. Then he began to pump, reaching up
for her breasts, driving himself as deep as he could. Kim had always enjoyed
having him inside her, he knew that. She began to push back against him, taking
him farther in than he could have gone on his own. Her scent still clung to his
face. He could still taste her. The combination was driving him mad. In memory
he heard her cry his name, only a second later realizing that she had in fact
done it in the apartment, not the meadow.
Once again, it was too much to withstand. He felt the heat explode through him,
his deep groan matching her whimper. He pulsed within her, body shaking, unable
to move. She was his lover. She was his goddess. She was everything. Everything
in the world. He was totally unsurprised to find himself in tears.
He made himself pull out before he went soft, carefully holding the condom. He
whispered "Rest...rest in the Dreamtime, beautiful...I'll be right back." He
stumbled to the bathroom and flushed it, grabbing the washcloth and gently
bathing his sensitive skin. He couldn't look at himself in the mirror. There was
no telling what he'd see.
He was being a fool to let her go this way. He should fight harder. He knew it.
Returning to her bathroom, Shawn wet her washcloth and went back to her side.
Gently, tenderly, he cleaned her. He then commanded her back into the robe,
taking the towel and putting it with his dirty clothes. She rested there while
he dressed himself. It was a long time before he trusted himself to speak.
"Kim," he began, "what happened just now...was it right?"
She smiled lazily. "It was wonderful..." was all she would say.
He nodded. "All right..." He pondered for a moment. He could make her forget all
this. She wouldn't need to remember it. Even though he's ensured it was OK, he
felt a little guilt for taking advantage of her. If she didn't remember it, she
would never be angry.
He sighed. And he would never be able to live with himself.
"Kim...listen to me. What you remember of this Dreamtime..." He rubbed his
forehead, then went on. "Let it be...whatever you need it to be. It can seem
like a wonderful dream...or it can be remembered just the way it happened...that
you were in a lovely trance, that you were happy, that you agreed to everything
that happened, that it happened because I still love you. Let it be what you
think you most need to be happy. That's all that Shawn wants. All right?"
She sighed softly "'Kay..."
Shawn added for good measure "You're going to go into deep sleep now, and when
you wake up you'll feel wonderful and rested. You'll be clear-minded and in a
good mood, able to face a really big day." Then he stood up and grabbed his
keys.
She was so beautiful. Her honey hair was loose and strewn over the couch. She
was limp and relaxed, her breathing already that of sleep. Her robe was covering
her, but he could still see one curve of a soft, inviting breast.
He was being a fool to let her go this way. He should fight harder. He knew it.
The door to the hall clicked closed behind him. A key turned in the lock, and
then slid under the door.
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