Tina sits more upright, before asking again,
"This is a mind ga, right? So tricky trick of psychology? You ntion a place, and my mind makes it itch, isn’t it?."
She trails off as I shake my head.
"So you can really control minds eh? Is that it?"
"Not really. I can’t control what you think, and only a small bit of what you feel. Mostly it’s a physical reaction I get from my switches." i replied.
"So you did not make screw you that night. You didn’t force to do it, but you DID manipulate my body so that I would want it?"
I can see she is trying hard to wrap her mind around what I can do. Her tone says that she isn’t quite ready to believe .
I drop my head in sha, and nod.
"And you’ve kept on doing it afterwards?"
She is really scratching her hand now, and I realize I haven’t flipped off that switch. She looks grateful as I do, then I mumbled, "Sorry."
"No. I have not done it again, after that first night, it’s as though your body is conditioned to it. Every ti I talk, I feel that switch move. That is why I have been avoiding you, so that I don’t manipulate you anymore."
"That’s why you didn’t want to stay for dinner." She pauses, thinking, before grabbing my hands again, surprising .
"Is that what you’ve been worried about? That l’d hate you after you told everything?"
I shake my head. "No, I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t WANT to manipulate you."
She gives a small tremulous laugh, and I look back up into her hazel eyes.
""Want’ is the key word." she said, then she takes a deep breath and continues.
"Honesty deserves honesty. No I didn’t plan on screwing you when you ca over to tutor . But I did planned on trying to seduce you into doing my work for , but I did not on going all the way. Instead I got so turned on by you, I decided to go much further than l’d planned. If you can’t control what I think, then you didn’t make screw you. I CHOSE to do it." I try to protest, but she cuts off.
"Yes, yes, you manipulated my body, but I think your switches can only affect or enhance what is already there. I an, l’ve always thought you were kind of cute, if a little scrawny. .. Though it looks like that might be changing too. Are you using your switches to grow stronger?"
I almost. .. ALMOST, tell her about Vage, but I’m afraid that the conversation will turn to the demons, and I don’t want to frighten her.
"No, I can’t affect myself, only other people and objects." I go on to explain how the switches work, and how they fail.
"That explains what happened to Richard, and the night they kidnapped you. I think it’s like hypnosis in a way," she tells at one point, and I shake my head.
This is nothing like hypnosis.
"Hear out. You can affect by making my feet hot, creating an itch and various other things, but you can’t make do anything I don’t really want to do, like—" She leans forward, and before I can stop her, kisses . I can feel myself getting hard, but this is NOT the reason l’d co here. I push her away, and look up to see her mom watching us.
"Sorry, I don’t an to interrupt. I just wanted to know if you will be staying the night?"
I almost choke as she asks that in a very bland manner.
"I’m not planning to." I replied.
Tina’s mom nods, and goes up the stairs.
"How did you get this ability?" Tina asks, and I flip her ’mory’ switch.
"Funny," she states, confused, "I know I was just about to ask you sothing..."
Her brows furrow over her hazel eyes, before widening.
"You know, it’s the weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom has been oblivious to so many things that used to bother her."
Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer concerned? I rember the switches l’d made in Tina’s mom, and can feel them upstairs. They are both stuck in the position l’d moved them to that first night. I rember how I had mashed down on them, and wonder if l’d broken her sohow.
I look back to Tina, and she has a shrewd look on her face.
"You did that, didn’t you? When she walked in on us, you made sure she didn’t care....Oh my... You did it to too!"
I swear, If it wasn’t for the fact that she is smiling from ear to ear, l’d be worried.
"Oh, don’t give that look. Listen, you didn’t make do anything against my will, and I certainly don’t regret it."
She purses her lips, as she thinks about sothing.
"You can tell no, but I have a favor to ask. You’re right about your voice still making wet, so, do you wanna go upstairs and f*ck? As long as you know that I want it, and not because you made want it?" she stated.
I don’t know what else to say, but i need to be more specific with her.
"But that’s just it," I plead, "Can you honestly say that, sitting here listening to talk, hasn’t made you Hot?"
She smirks, giving a half smile, before answering.
"I can honestly say that I’ve wanted to f*ck your brains out every day this week, whether I saw or heard you, or not."
She pauses for just a mont before looking in the eyes, very seriously.
"Perhaps you’ve made addicted to your c*ck, I don’t know, but truth be told, Richard never could satisfy , and you blow my mind with your skill." She reaches over to my crotch before I could stop her, and squeezes my undeniably stiff schlong...
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