Terri scratched lightly on the nylon flap with her fingernails, counting on the acoustics to amplify the sound inside the tent to ensure that Stefan heard it before anyone else in the group woke up and wondered where the noise was coming from. If they did, well... Terri had to admit she didn't have a Plan B, and that made her heart race every bit as much as the anticipation welling up in her chest. This felt like a bad idea, but it also felt like the best bad idea she'd ever had.

Thankfully, Stefan did hear the sound before everybody else, and she stuck around just long enough to give him a nice long look at her naked body shining in the moonlight before she took off down the trail with a wild giggle trailing behind her. Not too fast, though. Terri didn't want to lose him before she got to the little clearing she'd noticed on their way up the trails, and he probably needed to get his shoes on at the very least. And hopefully at the very most, too, she thought, the image of his mahogany body clad only in a pair of boxer shorts already setting her cunt on fire with excitement.

She heard a gratifying murmur of surprise and confusion from back at the tents, and for a moment Terri worried it might wake one of the others--the group was pretty tight, sure, but she wasn't quite certain she wanted each and every one of them to see her lily-white ass streaking through the forest at midnight. At least she didn't have to worry about Stefan spotting her; with the full moon as bright as it was, she felt like her skin probably glowed with reflected moonlight. If this campsite wasn't as remote as it was, Terri could probably have started rumors of a new cryptid out in the woods.

When she stopped and looked at the little turn-off that led down to the clearing, Terri was gratified to see Stefan chugging down the trail behind her, flashlight in hand but still wearing nothing more than the boxer shorts and a pair of hastily pulled-on sneakers. She made sure she was fully framed in the beam, then darted off into the woods with another giggle bubbling up from her chest. She couldn't say she'd never been this daring before, not after the bar bet between her and Cindy Waterman over who'd push it the furthest making out in front of the boys, but tonight was right up there with that evening. Maybe even further... although she did win that bet.

By the time Stefan caught up with her, Terri was already lying on the blanket she'd laid out in the clearing, her shoes kicked off to the corner of the spread cloth and her legs demurely crossed in a way that nonetheless left her neatly trimmed bush obvious to the college senior's goggling stare. "Did you really mean all that stuff you said in the car on the way up?" she asked him without preamble, fixing her own gaze firmly on the growing tent in Stefan's boxers. "About hypnotizing women and making them cum with just your voice?" Her voice was surprisingly smooth and steady given the pounding pulsebeat of arousal between her legs, so loud now she could practically hear it.

Stefan's mouth opened, but for a long moment no sound came out, and for a moment she wondered if he wasn't just talk after all. She could have sworn he was looking straight at her when the conversation turned to all the weird fetishes they read about on the Internet, and he'd sure sounded confident when he admitted he was into one or two of the ones they mentioned. But the way he flapped his lips like a beached salmon made her wonder if maybe she hadn't gotten a little over-enthusiastic in her plan to see if he could really do all the things he made so enticing on the drive up.

But eventually he found his voice, saying, "Um, I mean, uh... you're sure you want to do this? Because I can, but, um... I mean, I really just want to make sure you're okay with it, is all. Like, before you're under, I mean. Because I know a lot of people get kind of happy to just go with the flow, is all, and I want to make sure you don't wind up doing something while you're hypnotized that you wish you hadn't done later, you know what I mean? Usually there's this thing we do called pre-talk, and--"

Terri spread her legs, giving him a good look at her blonde bush and flushed, glistening labia. "Whatever you think you're up for," she growled, her voice growing so husky with deepening lust she almost thought her throat was going to close up. "I brought a couple of condoms along, they're sitting in my shoe if you need to find them. I didn't bring lube, though, so if you want to do any butt stuff you'll need to find some other way of getting my asshole loose." She fixed him with a confident stare she didn't quite feel--Terri had never actually tried anal sex, even if she had gotten fingered back there once or twice, and she wasn't one hundred percent sure if this was the night to make it happen. But she wanted to make it clear she was game for just about anything.

She must have been convincing, because Stefan sat down next to her and very gently put his hand on her shoulder to lay her flat on her back looking up at the night sky. "We'll take it easy and see what happens," he said, his voice relaxing out of its nervous stammer into a smooth, sensuous baritone that sent shivers down Terri's spine. "For now, I'd just like you to look up at the moon for me for a few minutes. It's big and bright tonight, and I imagine that once you start focusing it you'll see a lot of interesting features that reward your close attention."

He began to gently stroke her forehead as he talked, and Terri felt an electric throb of arousal between her thighs as she realized he hadn't been just talk after all. Stefan was really going to hypnotize her. It was really going to happen, and she was shocked at how much that turned her on. "They sometimes say there's a man in the moon, and you can see it if you let your eyes relax, let everything go soft and blurry as you let out all the tension in those facial muscles and allow your mind to wander. It's okay if you find your thoughts going to odd places, they'll always drift back to that search for the man in the moon if you relax and listen to my words."

His fingers drifted a little lower, caressing the sensitive skin of Terri's neck until she imagined he could physically feel the pounding beat of her pulse fluttering along her throat. "Let your gaze go distant, let yourself drift into the smiling face of the man in the moon and picture his eyes so full of shining moonlight," he intoned, his voice taking on a soothing burr that struck at something deep and instinctive in Terri's brain. There was just something about the way Stefan pitched his words that made her feel cozy and safe on a primal level, and combined with his touch she soon found her muscles beginning to relax as she found herself daydreaming about the blurry features of the moon overhead taking on a kind of expression while she lay back and let her mind wander.

"And it's like that moonlight is pure pleasure, liquid pleasure made of sparkling molten diamonds, pouring down from the moon straight into your eyes as you relax and let your mind drift further and further into my voice and my words." His hands moved smoothly down to massage her chest as he spoke, finding her small breasts and long, stiff nipples, and even though Terri had never imagined hypnosis would be this full of lusty energy she nonetheless understood that she was slipping away into a kind of trance. As much as her breath quickened into gasps, as much as she could feel her heart pounding away with eager anticipation, it felt oddly focused and directed. Her body didn't want to move, despite her very real desire to reach over and find out for herself just what this was doing to Stefan's cock. That felt too much... too much like work right now. She just wanted to lie back and let him take the lead.

"And the more you let all those other thoughts drift away out of your head," Stefan murmured, tracing his fingers in lazy circles down Terri's belly until they brushed tantalizingly close to her pubic mound, "the more of that diamond ecstasy flows in to replace it. You might find a few idle notions wandering through your mind, and that's fine, but you don't need to pursue them. Just focus on the pleasure, center yourself more and more intently on it while my voice flows into your ears and guides you deeper into deep, drowsy bliss, and soon you'll find yourself forgetting to think at all. You don't even want to think. You just want to enjoy what's happening and go more and more blank for me."

Terri heard herself let out a soft, sleepy grunt of agreement, and she was amazed to realize it didn't even feel like it was coming from her. It was almost as if she'd floated clean out of her body, up into the moonlight that now flooded her unfocused eyes, and some other part of her that only wanted to go along with everything coming out of Stefan's mouth had taken charge of her limp and vacant form. She understood what he meant by 'going with the flow', now, but even if she had worried about him taking advantage of her it was too late to worry about it at this point. She was... she felt....

Terri's eyes closed in a long, slow, sleepy blink. "There we go," Stefan purred, resting his hand directly over her pleasantly aching clit and rubbing in tiny circles. "That's it, good girl. Feel that moonlight pushing everything else out and leaving only sweet, vacant ecstasy behind you. It's so nice to sink into my voice and let the moon fill you up with pleasure, doesn't it?" Terri grunted again, the effort of forming words of her own already beyond her. It was easier to let Stefan say everything. She could just agree--no. Not agree. Obey. Fantasies Terri had been masturbating to practically since puberty supplied the word, and she smiled dreamily as it clicked into place inside her head.

Her legs spread a little wider for him, then a little wider still, then she found herself lying there almost spread-eagled for him without any actual memory of intent or volition behind her desperately lewd display of eagerness to be fucked. Terri could feel her cunt leaking onto the blanket below her, and she shivered sensually at the notion of smelling her own sex all night long in the little tent she was going to be sleeping in for the weekend... but Stefan wasn't fucking her. Not yet. "The moonlight just keeps filling you up with more and more pleasure, good girl. It's not stopping. It just keeps feeling better and better."

Terri squirmed despite her lethargy, her hips straining in a titanic effort to push even harder into his touch as she felt her climax approaching. She didn't even notice Stefan's fingers slowing down and lifting gently into the air; her mind was completely focused on his voice, cooing, "All that diamond pleasure pouring into you now, stronger and stronger, brighter and brighter, just like the best sex you ever had. It's so hard to even keep those pretty eyes open now, good girl, the powerful moonlight feels so good it's practically blinding, and when it's so strong you can't keep your eyes open any longer you're going to feel it overflow your brain and you won't be able to stop yourself from cumming for me. Eyelids fluttering now, getting ready to slam shut, getting ready to cum for me in five, four, three, two, one, cum now. Cum now. Cum now."

Terri's entire body tensed in ecstasy, and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pure stunned amazement as the orgasm manifested itself seemingly from nowhere. Stefan wasn't even touching her, but he was making her cum. It was all really real and it was everything she ever wanted, and her second climax hit with an even bigger shock simply from realizing he'd genuinely hypnotized her into experiencing the first one. By the time she finally slumped back into limp, boneless exhaustion, she was so deep in trance she didn't have a single thought in her empty, obedient head.

That wasn't to say she didn't remember the rest of the night. It all took on a fuzzy, timeless quality to her, that much she couldn't deny, and with her eyelids firmly stuck shut Terri had no visuals to attach to any of her drowsy recollections. But she remembered Stefan using his fingers and tongue to guide her to more orgasms, each one more potent and powerful than the last, and she remembered his voice guiding her ever deeper into mellow, docile compliance... and she remembered using both the condoms she brought along. And finishing him with her mouth when even that wasn't enough to sate his desires.

By the time he led her back up the path to her own tent, wrapped up in her blanket and stumbling along with the drowsy bliss of a wrung-out ragdoll, the moon was low in the sky and Terri knew they were a lot closer to morning than she'd expected when she set out on her little scheme. But there was nothing to stop her from sleeping in and recovering her energy... and if that meant that she wound up staying up late the next night, Terri already had a pretty good idea of what to do with her time. The moon would still be almost full tomorrow, after all. And Stefan could show her more of its secrets.

THE END