The morning diffused through the grey clouds that lingered over the city only to be reflected from the heavy covering of fresh snow that had fallen, hour after hour, from early the previous morning until just a few hours ago. It was less like sunshine and more like the snow was glowing with its own illumination. 

Kelly gazed out at it from the warmth of her apartment’s second floor living room. It was small and somewhat bare, containing a couch, a tv, a table and a folding table they had gotten out of the basement for a Friendsgiving months before, but hadn’t bothered to put away.  

“It’s beautiful,” Kelly said as she looked out at it. 

“Not as beautiful as you, babe,” her girlfriend, Casey, said. “Coffee’s up.”

Kelly took the hot mug she was handed and both girls sank into the couch. She sipped at the coffee, savoring the heat and the feeling of the caffeine washing away sleep and brain fog. Putting the mug down on the folding table, she brushed her red hair out of her eyes and said, “What do you want to do today?”

“Classes are cancelled, so I don’t have to work today,” Casey said. “I was thinking we could spend some time together. Get cozy. Even snuggle.”

“Snuggling? How lewd,” Kelly teased. 

“Or.”

“Or?”

“Or, we could do what we discussed last night,” Casey said and kissed Kelly’s cheek. 

Kelly blushed. “We could do that,” she said rapidly. 

Casey smiled and kissed her again, this time on her lips. “Awww,” she said. “Is someone excited?”

Kelly blushed redder and could only nod. 

“Great! Let’s finish our coffee and have some breakfast.”

Coffee drunk, breakfast eaten, showers taken and clothes put on, the two girls returned to the couch, where Kelly sat in Casey’s lap. For a moment, Casey remained silent, content to hold her girlfriend tightly, feeling her heat and heartbeat through her pink sweater and smelling her scent. She smiled and hugged her tightly. 

“Do you mind if I breathe?” Kelly asked. 

“Sorry,” Casey said. “Just thinking about how wonderful you are and how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”

They kissed again.

“Let’s get started,” Casey said. “Do you remember what we negotiated last night?”

“Sure,” Kelly said. “You’re going to hypnotize me, replace my mind and inhibitions with lust and arousal and then I’m going to suck your  . . . ah . . . your . . . uh . . .”

“My girlcock,” Casey said. “Yes, that. And you can do other things with me – masturbate to me, kiss me, lick me. And I have your permission to touch you, like you have permission to touch me. Just no biting and no vaginal intercourse or anal.”

Kelly nodded, blushing again. 

“C’mon, babe, you’ve got to verbally consent,” Casey said. “I know how hard it’s been for you to admit you wanted a more sexual relationship and advocate for your needs and wants, but you’ve got to use your words.”

“Okay,” Kelly said, then she took a deep breath and squeaked out a “yes.”

“What was that?”

“Yes,” she said softly, but more audibly.

“Yes to what?” Casey said. “You’ve got to be engaged, too.”

“Yes to what we talked about: mindlessness, lust, kissing, mutual touching, licking and sucking. No biting, no sex.”

“Good. See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Casey sat up more and leaned her head on Kelly’s shoulder. “Let’s begin,” she said. “Just close your eyes and relax, my love. Breathe deeply in and out in your own rhythm. Focus on the sound of my voice and think about the snow falling last night. It just kept falling, falling, falling into the black, blank spaces around the lights. Falling, falling, falling like your mind into hypnosis, into trance. The snow in your mind is like static on an old TV, interrupting your thoughts as it falls. And when it falls, it forms deep drifts of blankness, filling your mind with the blankness as the snow falls and you drop into a deep, suggestible, hypnotic trance for me.”

When Casey said “Drop”, Kelly went limp in her lap, deeply hypnotized. Casey smiled and brushed some stray hairs out of Kelly’s face. The entranced girl was breathing deeply and smoothly, her head hanging to the side.

“Deeper and deeper, more and more suggestible,” Casey said. “You’re doing so well for me. In a moment, I’m going to wake you up, Kelly, but when I do, you’re going to find some changes have been made. Your thoughts are draining out of your head and being replaced with lust. No thoughts, no thinking. Just lust, just arousal and horniness.”

Kelly squirmed and moaned slightly as the arousal and lust began building in her body. Casey felt her own arousal begin to build, as well. 

“And you’re going to find that you don’t have anything holding you back from acting on that lust, on that arousal,” Casey continued. “Your inhibitions are fading, buried under the blank snow like your thoughts. However, you’ll remember the limits we discussed and you can safeword at any time. Do you understand? And speak up for me, darling.”

Kelly moaned the word “Yes” through her building arousal. Casey reached around to fondle Kelly’s left breast and was rewarded with another moan. She smiled.

“But the driving urge, the one clear idea in your empty, blank, snowbound head is the urge, the need, the deep, primal desire to suck my girl cock. You’re going to want, you’re going to need to suck it and make me cum. It will be up to you whether you want my cum in your mouth or on your face or somewhere else, or maybe you don’t want it on you at all and that will be just fine. But when I cum, the snow in your mind will melt. My suggestions will fade, your thoughts and inhibitions will come back and you’ll start to wake up. Now, Kelly, my love, it’s time to wake up. One, feeling good, two mindless and filled with lust, three: awake and ready to play.”

Kelly stirred and stretched. 

“Welcome back, my love,” Casey said. 

Kelly leapt up from Casey’s lap like she had been stung. She spun around and Casey inhaled sharply. Kelly’s eyes were empty of the things she was used to: her shyness, her intelligence. It was gone, replaced with a predatory look. 

Before Casey could say anything, Kelly was pinning her to the couch, kissing her over and over and grinding her crotch against hers. Arousal throbbed through her body, a building heat. The next thing she knew Kelly had pulled her sweater and shirt off and unhooked her bra. A nipple, erect from the sudden chill, was erect. Then Kelly put her mouth on it and Casey bucked with a sudden burst of pleasure, moaning at the sensation. Then came more kissing and grinding and with an ungainly slide and thump that set the fold out table quivering, Kelly had pulled her off the couch and onto the floor. 

She had no words, just pure animalistic lust and passion. Sure, there were grunts and moans, but that was the limit of Kelly’s verbalization. And with her girlfriend giving her this erotic attention, Casey was reaching a similar state of arousal. Kelly straddled Casey to kiss her and play with her nipples more, then she was off and reaching down, undoing the button on Casey’s jeans and unzipping the fly. She pulled them down, not all the way, just enough to reach her goal: Casey’s panties. They were tenting outwards with the tumescence of her girlcock, a dribble of precum wetting them.

Casey saw Kelly lick her lips and then thrust aside the fabric. Her girlcock burst forward to freedom and stood full erect. Then Kelly put her tongue on the tip and Casey’s world exploded into pleasure. As their relationship blossomed and Casey showed she respected Kelly’s boundaries, Kelly had slowly opened up to her about her sexual desires and fantasies. A childhood in a small, conservative town that disapproved of her sexuality had formed Kelly in the habit of keeping her sexual desires private, even after moving to a more tolerant city and being openly lesbian. Casey actually found her shyness endearing and after months of talking and dating and moving in together, discovered that they wanted a more physical relationship.

And now, as Kelly worked her tongue along Casey’s shaft, she learned just how much the shy girl who could barely say the word “girlcock” had fantasized about this moment and probably practiced on a dildo. Kelly took the girlcock in her mouth and Casey moaned aloud. She worked her tongue around the head and shaft, teasing it in just the right places, her soft lips working around like a thousand tiny kisses, letting just enough air in to keep her breathing and letting her moans escape. 

Kelly’s head bobbed up and down and she took more and more of Casey’s girlcock in her mouth. Both girls’ eyes were rolling back as pleasure, lust and arousal permeated their bodies. Casey was pinching her nipples and arching her back. She felt a heat building between her legs that had nothing to do with Kelly’s warm mouth. A trembling began at the base of her shaft and with a sudden spasm of energy, she came into Kelly’s mouth, moaning “Oh, God” as she did. 

Casey relaxed on to her back as the orgasm subsided, while Kelly moved up to collapse under her chin. As she woke from trance she stirred and said “What’s in my mouth?” spewing a not insignificant amount of cum down her chin and onto Casey’s breasts. They lay there on the floor, exhausted and snuggling tightly, for a few moments. Then Kelly climbed to her feet and went to wash out her mouth. Casey took the opportunity to put her panties back, redo her jeans and sit back on the couch. Soon Kelly returned and snuggled beside her once more. 

“Hey,” Casey said. “How are you feeling? I know that was an intense experience for you.”

“I feel . . . I don’t know,” Kelly said. “Tired, mainly. But I know that’s not what you’re asking. I feel . . . good. I feel like maybe I shouldn’t have taken your cum in my mouth. I feel like I took a big step, I feel closer to you somehow and had an amazing experience, but a part of me also feels guilty.”

“That seems like a good starting point. I’m glad you feel closer to me, babe, real glad. I’m also really happy you had a good time – I was blown over – but I also understand your feeling guilty. That, for lack of a better word, is your programming.”

“Can hypnosis help with that?”

“Probably. A therapist might be better, but I guess the question is: do you want to change that about yourself?”

“I don’t know,” Kelly said. “Right now, I just want to snuggle.”

They snuggled, with Kelly holding Casey’s waist tightly. Outside the clouds thickened and more snow began falling, muting the sounds of shoveling and car engines running defrost cycles. 

“Casey?”

“Yeah, dear?”

“Do you think you’d be up to do it again this afternoon?”

“Only on one condition,” Casey said with smirk. 

“Name it.”

“Let me up so I can wash the cum off my boobs.”

Kelly giggled and moved her arm, letting Casey stand up. Her shirt, sweater and bra were still on the floor.

“Thanks,” she said. “Love ya.”

“Love you, too.”