As per a request.
My eyes felt heavy, and the world felt distant. When he spoke this way, in that odd cadence of his, I could feel myself slipping a little. When we were still in high school we used to play hypnotism. Or rather I’d let him dangle a pocket watch that he’d bought at a mall kiosk in front of my eyes and drone on and on because we had been friends since we were young and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a load of bullshit.
That’s what I recognized the voice from, his attempts to hypnotize me. It never worked of course, I’d just play along and close my eyes when he told me to sleep and then stop paying attention until he told me to wake up.
He was counting down, from five to one. I yawned as he got to three, thinking about how late I’d stayed awake the night before. My eyes blinked as he hit two and at one they closed. It was relaxing to just let go like this, not into hypnosis like he thought but just to stop worrying about the world for a few minutes.
It’s awhile later, it doesn’t really make much difference and I don’t bother to check, when I open my eyes. He smiles expectantly at me and I stand and undress for him. I know he wants it, I know we’re just friends but it feels okay to do. Natural, and it’s not like we’re dating. I can be naked with him as much as I want, we’re old friends.
“So about that sorority,” he says as I sit in his lap so he can fondle my tits better.
I nod. We’d been arguing about that for awhile. He thinks it would be good for me to get out and join one. I think he just wants me to wear a bunch of makeup and ditz myself up to fit in.
“I signed up,” I say, unbuttoning his jeans, “I just wanted you to stop bugging me about it.”
“Good Girl,” he says guiding my head down towards his cock.
My lips wrap around it as I take it into my mouth. My last boyfriend had always been trying to get me to give him head, but I never liked the feel of a dick at the back of my throat. Of course being an old friend Michael had taken it upon himself to show me how, and now I pay him back by regularly blowing him.
It’s the least I can do.
He pets my head, and repeats, “Good Girl.”
I feel a flush of pride as I suck. I love being a good girl.
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Very nice
I need better friends…
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