Elle invited me over for dinner. Of course I accepted. I decided that I would take it as a genuine dinner invitation or else I could drive myself crazy with “what if’s” and first date nerves. Even talk myself out of it all together.

I was nervous when I arrived, I tried not to show it.

It was a great dinner and great company. Jay cooked my steak to perfection. I hoped that they were enjoying the evening as much as I was. I hoped I wasn’t making a tit out of myself. All I looked forward to was forming new connections and friendships. Unlike the old me I wasn’t focusing on who I could fuck anymore, mostly.

Everything had been pretty much above board and I was more than happy to make polite goodnights; and probably masturbate in their spare room over what could have happened. I thought, they might want to compare notes for another time; or maybe they just didn’t fancy me and we would end up being friends. The most liberating thing was, I was more than happy with these outcomes. The other, more sordid outcome, the one I was trying not to think about, I was shitting myself over.

She bent over at one point and I saw straight up her skirt. He smirked at me for looking at the same thing. How could I not look, she’s gorgeous.

Just when I thought things were winding down, when we were all feeling a little too relaxed, he changed it.

‘Look at me.’ He said to her, ‘One.’

She squirmed and hugged a pillow to her crotch.

‘Oh Jay…..’ She moaned.

‘Two. ’

I watched her writhe, not really sure what to expect. She began breathing heavily and moving her hands lower. Her eyes were averted, she was smiling and hiding her face.

‘Three.’

She moved her hand into her knickers and started rubbing her clit purposefully, moaning and grinding her hips.

My jaw was gaping. Oh my god, this isn’t actually happening! On command she buried her hands in her knickers. It was too much for my brain to understand. I was in a state of shock and very happy surprise.

‘Release.’

She skipped away to the loo without making eye contact.

I turned to him. I was speechless. Our after dinner conversation had covered hypnosis, so why was this so unexpected? I didn’t understand hypnosis, I had never experienced it first hand. It never occurred to me that it could be used in this way. Everyone thinks it’s used to make people do embarrassing things on TV.

He joked he tried hypnosis originally to get more blowjobs; and it worked! He put her under once and told her to give him the best blowjob anyone has ever given. He leaves certain “triggers” on all the time. Is that the ultimate way to relinquish your control, to trust someone with your mind? When she returned he told her to forget her own name for giggles, then mine. My mind buzzed with possibilities.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘I wouldn’t make you cluck like a chicken!’

Then he said something else.

‘Elle, look at me. Pussy time.’

‘Ooohw.’ she said and almost reluctantly moved towards me with her eyes down and a smirk on her face.

‘Wha…?’ I wanted to speak, but I just looked at him speechlessly. He was swivelling a bit on his chair looking pretty smug.

‘It’s ok. She wants to. Try and stop her.’

I was already trying to stop her! Well, only half trying. She started opening my legs and pulling away my dress. I moved her hands away, not fighting, just resting enough so she couldn’t get to my pussy. I looked at him with pleading eyes shaking my head. I was feeling jumped, put on the spot. Unsure about this unusual situation I found myself in. I mean…shouldn’t we kiss first or something…?!

Not that I didn’t want to be in this situation….

He could have initiated something if he wanted. But he just sat back and told her to.

I was constantly moving her hands away, so she just nuzzled her face against my underwear.

‘Release.’

She stopped.

I was in awe. Half laughing. Half aghast. What just happened? Did she do it because he told her to? Or because she wanted to? Or because of the hypnosis trigger?

He explained she does want to. It is more of a suggestion now but it stops her holding back. She reassured me that was the truth. I just felt so naive and overwhelmed. This was a completely new concept. I hope sex never stops surprising me.

I suddenly felt a bit insecure. I felt like I needed a pussy trigger. Or cock trigger! Or any trigger that makes me do the things I really want. To let me relax and stop second guessing things sometimes. Because I wanted to kiss her all night, I wanted to touch her all night. I just never had the guts. I want to do so much, say so much, but no one is there giving me that nudge. I just blush and hide under my hair.

‘Pussy time.’

I looked at him again, this time with wide open smile because I knew what was coming. I pushed her away half-heartedly. The only thing stopping me was me. So took I my hands away, I let her.

She stroked her face against my knickers and kissed my thighs. Pried away my fingers protecting my cunt and pulled aside my knickers. She stroked me with her fingers and smelt them. She was like a cat with catnip, rubbing herself in me and tasting and stoking me for the sensation. For the smell of it, the taste of it, the feel of it. For the love of it. She slipped a finger inside me with ease and licked my clit. I finally started giving in. I could feel how wet I was. I felt so conscious he was watching. Just sipping his drink in his jeans and t-shirt on the single chair next to us.

I shut my eyes and laid my head back, breathed deeply as she played with me.

‘Release.’

She didn’t pull away her tongue or slip her finger back out.

He chuckled.

‘It would be mean to stop now.’ Elle said, before burying her face again.

‘See, she does want it.’

I couldn’t completely relax. There was too much in my head about this entire night! I needed a distraction, something to focus on myself.

After a while I kissed her mouth and tasted myself on her face, moved her onto the sofa and removed her knickers. She was already sopping wet when I buried my face in her cunt and stayed down there listening to her moans and gasps as she came.

He just sat there, watching. I wondered if he was going to join us at all, but I didn’t care at this point. I had stopped thinking now. I had got my catnip.