Scott

Erin stopped sucking and sat back on her heels, catching her breath. "Fuck, man. That's kind of a lot to take in."

"It is. Are you okay with it?"

"I guess so. Even if you're messing with my head somehow, I really don't care. You make me feel incredible." She started planting kisses along my cock.

"You didn't fuck her, though?" Erin asked. "This neighbor girl?"

"No."

"Good. Like, I'm not jealous or anything." Erin paused. "Alright, maybe I am a little." She folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. "But I've got better tits, right?"

"I mean, I didn't see hers. But yeah."

Erin smiled. "Good man. Now sit back. My turn to do some science on you."

"Erin, I… ohfuck… Erin, I'm about to cum."

"Do it," she said, lifting her head off my cock. "Cum for me."

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth… cum in my mouth, please, I want to taste you," she said, then took me back into her throat.

"Erin, god you're… fuck!" Erin moved her head up and down on my pulsing cock, swallowing every last drop.

"Scott, that was…" she began, "You taste so… so…" Erin trailed off and sat up straight. Her face lost all expression, her huge green eyes staring off at nothing, like she was in a trance.

"You were amazing," I said.

"Amazing." Her voice was a soft, airy monotone.

"Erin?" I waved a hand in front of her face. "Erin? You okay?"

"I'm… okay."

"You're so good at that," I said. "We'll have to do that more often."

"So good," she repeated. "Do that… more often."

Huh. This was new.

"Erin?" I said. No response. "Erin, I want you to listen to me."

"Yes," Erin said. "Listen to you."

"You love my cock, don't you?"

"I love… your cock."

"And you love sucking it?"

"Love sucking it… love sucking… your cock."

"You love the taste of my cum."

"Love the taste… uhhn… of your cum."

Time to try something. "Erin, stand up for me."

"Yes." She obeyed, still looking straight ahead. I moved behind her, running my hands over her naked body. I held her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight.

"Erin," I said. "You love your breasts."

"I love…" she said, with a slight moan. "Love my breasts."

"You love your tits."

"I love my… my tits."

"They make you feel so sexy." I kissed her neck. "You love it when I play with them."

"So sexy," she sighed. "Love it… play with them."

I moved my hands down, running them over her hips, her stomach. "You love your body. You're proud of it."

"Yess… my body… proud of it…"

"You want to show it off. All of it."

"Want to show it off. All of it."

"Good girl. You love…" I slid two fingers into her pussy. She let out a low moan. "Your pussy."

"I love… uhnnn… love my… I love my pussy," she breathed.

"You love your cunt."

"I love my cunt."

I cupped her ass. It was round and soft and surprisingly firm. "Erin," I said, "You love your ass."

"I…" she shook her head. "No, I, uhh, I–"

"Erin." I repeated. I squeezed her asscheek, added a third finger to her pussy. "Erin. You love. Your ass."

"Yessss!" She hissed. "I love… my ass…" She shook her head again. "Wait, I, no, I…"

Shit. It looked she was starting to come out of… whatever this was. I returned to my spot on the couch.

"Erin, I need you to listen. Kneel."

"Listen…" she murmured, and dropped. "Yesss…"

"When you wake up, you won't remember being in a trance. Everything will seem normal. Understand?"

"Understand… won't remember… trance… everything is normal."

"Perfect. You will forget me talking to you, but you will remember everything I told you. Everything I said to you is true."

"I'll… forget. Remember. Everything you told me is… is true. I… wait, why am I…" She shook her head, her eyes clearing. "What, were you just saying…? What did we…?" Her normal voice was coming back, edged with anger and confusion.

"Erin," I said. "You sucked my cock. Honestly, that's it."

Her eyes took on that faraway expression again. "Yeah," she said softly, almost to herself. "I sucked your cock. It was amazing. I love… I love the taste of your cum." She crawled toward me, clear-eyed, smiling. "We'll have to do that more often."

"No argument here."

"So hey. This is going to sound crazy, but there's this thing? Like a dream, or a memory or something, in my head, that wasn't there before. You were touching me all over, talking to me, telling me things. I don't remember what, but I felt like I… like I was glowing, almost?" She let out a breath. "I dunno. Ignore me. I don't know what I'm saying."

I brought us both to our feet and pulled her close, her soft breasts against my chest. "I really like you, Erin," I said. "I have for while."

She slapped my arm gently. "I'm not an idiot, idiot. I know." She held me tighter. "I'm feeling it, too. Still not sure exactly what happened tonight, but I'm glad it did."

Most of the candles had gone out. We held each other, swaying in the remaining light.

"This would be better with music," Erin said.

"Mm. I could put something on, if you–"

"Nah. Stay here. I'm good." She yawned. "Any idea what time it is?"

"No idea. I'd say about six-ish?"

"Hey, Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how I was going to fuck you tonight?"

"Yeah…"

She pulled away and looked me straight in the eye. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight."

"I, um… okay?"

"I'm going to fuck you," she said, swatting my ass, "in the morning." She stretched, arms over her head, looking down at her body. "Fuck, I look good tonight," she said, giving another yawn. "You're a lucky boy. Take me to bed?"

I woke to the smell of coffee. The spot next to me was empty, but still warm. From the bathroom I heard the shower turn off.

Erin came out naked, drying her hair with a towel. "You need better towels, man. This one's like sandpaper." She let it drop to the floor. "Can I join you?"

I threw the covers aside. She crawled in.

"Spoon me?" she asked.

"Sure." I breathed in her scent, floral and clean. "Been up long?" I asked.

"Long enough. Started the coffee. I was going to wake you up to join me in the shower, but I figured maybe I wore you out. Plus I wanted our first time to be in a proper bed. Though I do love a good shower fuck. Some other time, yeah?" She ground her ass back into me. "Well. At least someone's up this morning."

"And were you thinking about me?" I kissed her shoulder. "In the shower?"

"You know it. I, uh, thought about you a couple times." She pushed back again. I could feel her wetness. "Yeah. Something like this. Glad you sprang for the detachable showerhead. Though you may have to wait if you want any hot water."

"I can wait," I said, turning her head and kissing her. The head of my cock slipped past her pussy lips.

"Ohgod, please," she moaned.

"Please what?" I growled. "Please fuck me?"

"Fuck! Yess! God, I almost came just from–" She rolled over and took my face in her hands. "Scott."

"Erin."

"I need you to fuck me. Right. Fucking. Now."

"You need me to fuck you."

"Oh! You bastard! Yes, I need it!"

"You want my cock in you."

"I… ohhhh… I want your cock in me!" She flipped onto her back and pulled me on top of her. "Like this! I want to see you. I want to feel you. Please!"

"Hang on," I said, reaching for the bedside table. "I just need to grab a condom and OWWWW!"

Erin had grabbed ahold of my cock. "Nuh-uh. None of that shit. I'm clean, I'm safe, and I trust you." She lined me up with her pussy, teasing her lips.

"I want all of you," she said, and moved her hips forward. I sank into her, slowly. "Every." She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper. "Fucking… ohhhh…" She locked her legs around me. Our hips met. "Inch! Fffuuuuck!"

"Erin, I–"

"Shut up a second, okay?" She kissed me, then pulled me onto her, resting her head on my shoulder. "I need a minute to get used to you. You feel too damned good inside me. God, I can't believe you're finally fucking me," she said, almost to herself. "All right. I think I'm ready. Fuck me. Hard."

Erin was on top of me, catching her breath. Her tits were crushed against me.

"I've never… cum that many times… from fucking." She kissed me, then grinned.

"What?" I said.

"Let me try something." Her pussy walls rippled around me.

"Fuuuck," I managed.

Erin's smile widened, her eyes sparkling. "Like that?" Her pussy clenched again, milking my cock.

"God, yes."

"Lots of practice." Erin sat up and placed her palms on my chest. "You remember what I said to you last night? About what I've always wanted to do?" She started rolling her hips, riding my cock.

"You mean have me cum in you?"

She nodded, biting her lip, and touched her stomach. "I can feel you in here. I want it. I want you to." She moaned, and started riding faster. She held her breasts and started caressing her nipples. "I want to feel you… ohfuck… feel you… cum in me." She cried out, cumming again. "Will you do that for me?" she pleaded. "Say yes?"

"Yes."

Erin rode me harder. "Ohgodyes, you're so fucking big, Scott." She put her hands behind her head, her tits bouncing wildly. "So… uhnn… fucking deep in me. So deep in my pussy. Do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"

Her walls tightened. My cock swelled.

"Yes!" she screamed. "I can feel you! Cum for me, Scott! Cum in me! Cum with me! Make me cum!"

"Erin?" Our eyes locked. "Cum for me."

Erin swayed above me, my cock still buried in her pussy. Her eyes had glazed over when I came in her, and her hips still moved, almost imperceptibly. Her face was flushed, and she glistened with sweat. I rested a hand on her thigh.

"Erin, can you hear me?"

"Yes, Scott." Her voice was hollow. "I hear you."

I wasn't sure if it would work the same as when I came in her mouth, but here she was, my cum in her pussy, making her thoughtless. Obedient. Blank. Like before.

"You loved me cumming in you," I said.

"I loved you," she shuddered, tightening around my cock. "Loved you cumming in me."

"You want to do it again."

"I want to do it again."

"You'll let me do it whenever I want."

"I'll let you… uhnn… let you do it. Whenever… whenever you want."

"You like it when I control you."

"I like when, uh, when you…" She shook her head, furrowing her brow. "No, I, I…"

Fuck. Fine. Plan B.

"Erin," I said, dropping my voice. "You like it when I control you."

Her face went slack. "I like it when you control me."

"You want to do what I say."

"Want to do… what you say."

"You want to obey me. It turns you on."

"Want to obey you." Another small orgasm. She moaned. "Turns me on."

I looked at my phone. Really needed to set a timer next time.

"Erin, I want you to listen to me. Listen to me, and obey."

"Listen," she repeated. "Obey."

"You're going to wake up soon. You're going to forget, just like last time."

"Wake up… forget…"

"But I want you to remember something. You have feelings for me."

"Feelings…" Her pussy clenched, and she shook her head. "I have… I don't…"

"You have feelings for me. You're falling in love with me."

"I'm falling… falling…" Another shake. "No, I'm not… I can't…"

Okay. Too fast. Another time.

"Erin." I sat up and put my arms around her. "Kiss me."

She came awake, still straddling my cock. We broke the kiss, and she touched her pussy.

"There's so much," she said with wonder. "I can still feel it. Feel you. All of you, inside me. I feel warm. Whole. I just want to keep you here."

"You're going to have to get off eventually."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Her shoulders slumped. She lifted herself off of me, making a tiny disappointed noise as my cock slid out of her. She headed for the bathroom, stumbling a little. "Keep the bed warm," she called over her shoulder. "I may be a while."

I was dozing when I felt her climb under the covers. She threw a leg over me and pressed her tits into my side.

"Are you asleep?" she said.

"Mmrph."

"Sorry I took so long. Anyone ever tell you you cum a lot? Like, a lot a lot." She snuggled closer, making a happy little purr. "Always loved this part. The afterglow."

"Mmph."

"So articulate, you are." She prodded me in the ribs. "You know, I still don't know what it is about you. Whatever you talked about with that Madi girl. But whatever's going on, I'm here for it. I'm with you"

She raised herself up on one elbow, putting her breasts right in front of my face. "Which is fucked up, right?" she continued. "In a good way, but it is fucked up. I mean, a day ago, if you told me I'd be here? Like this? With you? I'd never– hey!" She snapped her fingers. "Eyes up here!"

I reluctantly met her gaze. Erin gave a sympathetic smile.

"I know, they're great tits. I love them too, and they love you. I… You'll get to spend some more time together later, I promise. I'm sort of in the middle of pouring my heart out, here."

"You're right. Sorry."

"S'okay. I'm not… I'm not really like this. I'm stubborn. Hardheaded. You know that. But when I'm with you I feel… submissive." Her voice shrank. "Like I want to do whatever you tell me. And…"

She hesitated, collecting her thoughts. I waited.

"And I like it," she finished, and rested her head on my chest again, listening to my heartbeat. "Probably I like it too much."

"Hey, Scott?" Erin said, rubbing her nose against my neck. "I gotta go soon. I'm opening the bar at four."

We'd been wrapped around each other for hours, drifting in and out of sleep. The afternoon sun peeked around the curtains.

"Okay," I said.

"Can I… I need to tell you something before I go. It's… I just…" She sighed. "Fuck it. I'm really sorry that I'm so hard on you. That I sometimes call you an idiot, or punch you in the arm or whatever. What it is is… is I like you, too. I have, for a long time. I'm real bad at showing it. Does that make sense?"

"Mostly. It's fine."

"And last night? Today?" Erin said, waving her hand in the air. "All this? Whatever this whole thing is? I'm all in. I want to be here. Be with you. Stay with you."

"Hey. Halloran?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not crying, are you?"

"Fucker," she muttered, thumping my chest. We laughed.

"I'm sorry for being jealous earlier," Erin said after a minute. "About your neighbor girl Mazzy or whatever."

"Madi."

"Madi. You'll have to introduce me sometime, by the way. But no, I mean, I do really feel something with you. I'm not big on the whole exclusivity thing, normally, but–" She kissed my neck. "I don't know. I don't know. I guess what I'm saying is…"

"Erin?"

"Is you can fuck other people, if you want," she said, rushing to get the words out. "If it helps with figuring out this whole… whatever we're calling this, I'm here for it. For you."

"Erin-"

"And even if I didn't want it, I feel like you could make me want it. Use that low, sexy voice on me, and I'd have to do whatever you say." She hugged me tighter, grinding her wet pussy against my leg. "I like it when you control me," she whispered, slipping back into that slight monotone. "When you make me obey you. It turns me on."

"Do you… want that?" I asked. "I mean, would you want me to do that to you?"

"No. Maybe. Sometimes. I don't know. Yet. My heart's kind of an idiot right now, Scott." Erin sat up, letting the covers fall to her waist. I did the same, and draped an arm over her shoulders.

"Tonight's been a lot," she said. "I've been alone for awhile, and you're just some guy, and all of a sudden I'm… I'm catching feelings for you, maybe even starting to fall… You know what? Nevermind. I need some time to think. You get that, right?"

"I get that."

"I meant what I said. About if you want to go… exploring, or whatever. I'm with you. But one thing, before I go." She turned my head so we were face to face, inches apart. "Promise me we're going to do this again?"

I looked into her deep green eyes. "Halloran? I promise."

She cracked a smile. "I'm blushing again, aren't I?"

"Maybe a little. I like it."

"Thanks. I need to get to work. So…"

"So?"

"Christ. Your girl Madi was right, you are thick. You remember earlier, when I said I was sorry for being so hard on you?"

"Yes…?"

"Scott. My guy." Erin stroked my cheek. "Kiss me goodbye, you fucking idiot."

*             *             *

Half an hour later, I was showered, dressed, and working on my first coffee of the… afternoon. Erin was gone. Our last kiss was long, and still lingered. Before she'd left, she'd made me promise to meet her after her shift to walk her home.

I stared out over the city, turning the last few days, weeks, months over in my head when my phone pinged. Madi.

You home?

I sent a thumbs up.

Another ping. COME OVER. NOW.

I knocked on Madi's door. She opened it, wearing that same oversized MCU sweatshirt and apparently nothing else. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Nine C," she said, pulling me inside. "Hurry up and get your ass in here. We need to talk about some things."

I thought of Erin, on her knees, straddling my lap, blissful and blank, staring out into nothingness. "Yeah," I said. "I guess we do."