Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) by Lexie X Page B

be the drama-creating type she’d loathed in college.
    Lynn’s heart rate slowed as she breathed deep and reassured herself everything was going to be fine - it would probably be very interesting, in fact.
    But what if this girl actually meant this to be a date? Her heart rate shot right back up as she envisioned the awkward scenario she might blunder into. What if this girl tried to kiss her or touch her or something? She thought back on the last year, and an endless series of frustrations… and her thoughts strayed toward how much she missed getting off with another person.
    “Holy shit,” she breathed, wondering if that was really a possibility, really a thing. Was there… some way… was there an orgasm down some string of the night’s decisions? Would this girl… get her off? A hand was just a hand, after all… would she expect reciprocation?
    Lynn stood, fighting her trembling breath to walk to the door, determined. She could play it by ear, surely. She didn’t have to agree to anything she didn’t want to do. The likelihood was extremely remote, anyway. What was the chance it was really a date, and that they really hit it off that much on a first date, considering she wasn’t even into women?
    She locked her apartment door and headed to the bar. Best case scenario, she’d make a new friend and hang out and have a nice Friday. Worst case… the imagined sensations of a powerful, nervous, and taboo orgasm lingered at the fringes of her thoughts.
     
    Much to her surprise, the guy at the door recognized her and waved her past without checking her age. She entered in a daze, looking around her old stomping grounds. Her favorite bar wasn’t huge and crowded like most campus locales, but it was no hole in the wall.
    A hundred different beer-branded mirrors decorated the wall in random patterns, and a few televisions hung above the bartenders. One waved as she approached through the crowd.
    “Hey, Lynn!”
    “Wow, hey Danni,” she replied, leaning up against the bar to avoid the press of bodies around her. Danni was a few years older than her, and seemed to have worked at the bar forever. She wore a tight blue tank-top that quite literally displayed her immense cleavage. Lynn had never been sure if the woman’s bubbly personality was put on for tips, or whether she really was that cheery… but, either way, she was secretly jealous of those enormous breasts. She made sure to avoid looking.
    “Long time no see,” Danni said. “What brings you around? Got a date?”
    “Hah, no, I don’t think so,” she replied. “I mean, no. Just meeting a friend. How’ve you been?”
    “Great! I’ve been great. What can I get for ya?”
    “I haven’t had a beer in forever,” Lynn replied, sighing. Her eyes came to rest on a glass down the bar from her, half-filled with amber. It looked like heaven.
    “Coming right up!” Danni said, smiling and twirling around another bartender to get to the draft machine. She returned with a perfectly poured drink.
    “I’ll open a tab, thanks.”
    Lynn took her beer and downed a chilly gulp. A sigh escaped her lips as she enjoyed the taste, focusing on the complex flavor to calm down and hesitate. Still, there was only so long she could stall… people would start to think she was weird if she just kept staring into her glass. She turned around to face the rest of the bar.
    To her dismay, she immediately sighted her target across the crowded space. She was holding a pool stick, a look of victory on her face. She looked exactly like she had in her profile… cuter, even, in a dark and confident sort of way. She seemed to move with freedom, as if the crowd shifted out of her way in unconscious anticipation.
    Lynn gulped and walked over. Her head felt fuzzy, and she hadn’t even begun to drink… she looked the girl over before she got too close. She was wearing a black tank-top and an ankle-length red plaid skirt. Her outfit looked amazing in contrast to her pale white skin and