"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"This show is so campy. Hypnosis is never like that."

"How'd you know?"

"I used to do it in college. It's a wonderful way to relax."

She stared at me for a moment. I could see the wheels turning. Betty and I have never had any kind of relationship. She always seemed to be "that girl who lives with my sis." type of person. We never had any disagreements; we just never connected as people. As she thought, I realized just how beautiful she was: starting with those deep green eyes, big and wide. For a moment, uncontrollably, I pictured her naked. It was very arousing. I shook myself back to reality just in time to hear her talk.

"You know, I've always wanted to go under hypnosis, just to try to see how it was."

This surprised me. "Really?"

"Yes," she continued, "people tell me I'm too uptight and I've been told before that it is a wonderful way to relax. Do you think you can teach me?"

My mind was racing.

"Sure." I said. "When?"

"How about right now?"

A spark shot out in the back of my mind: "Don't do something stupid," it said.

"Ok," I said, "first remove restrictive clothing."

She shot me a look.

"I mean shoes and belts, that sort of thing."

"Oh," she thought for a moment, "ok."

She stood up. She was wearing a white blouse and a long tan skirt. The matching tan jacket and purse sat on a nearby chair. She had just come home from work, it seemed. She removed her shoes and her stocking feet and ankles were visible. She removed the fastener on the skirt and unbuttoned the buttons on her wrists. Then she reached behind her head, and pulled at a barrette, her red hair flowed over her face and fell down her back like a flame. I was in suddenly in total lust for this woman. She turned off the the TV and lied back down on the couch. I sat next to her.

"You're not going to make me act like a chicken," she said jokingly.

"No. Don't worry about that," that was the furthest thing from my mind.

I explained that the usual things I do when I put someone under for the first time is to have them see a movie they enjoyed, get them slightly drunk, and leave a simple post hypnotic command. She sat up.

"What do you mean 'get slightly drunk?'"

"If you don't want to, you don't have to. It's part of the relaxation."

"I've never been drunk," she said. She looked a little concerned.

"Don't worry. I've encountered that before, and all that usually happens is that the person gets giggly and silly. In a case like this, you will most likely act out what you would think being drunk is like."

"Oh," she said, and thought about it. Finally, she lied back down, "It would be interesting to know what it would be like," a smile passed over her face, then she added, "without actually going through all that drinking. Let's start."

I induced her. She went under quickly and without much effort. After she "watched" her movie, "Gone With The Wind," I started the drinking part.

"Whenever I touch your right hand, you will feel like you've had a drink, your left hand will take away one drink," I told her. I also made sure that she wouldn't get sick, pass out, or anything else bad that could happen when someone drinks too much.

Still under hypnosis, I made her conscience.

"How are you feeling, Betty?"

Her eyes met mine sleepily. "Very relaxed. Happy."

I touched her right hand. She shivered a bit and stared straight ahead. I did it again and she did the same thing. Slowly she turned to me, and she smiled brightly, giggling.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Real good," she tried to stand up but couldn't, and slid back down on the couch. As she did, her skirt was lifted up above her knee and up to her waist. She did not notice, instead, she lied back down on the couch, and whispered, "I want another drink."

I touched her hand twice, she closed her eyes and stretched out on her back. Her legs and underwear were completely exposed, and she had a big smile on her face. Her stocking legs were shapely slightly spread.

"How do you feel now?" I whispered. I was so aroused my cock was brushing against the zipper of my pants.

"Veeerrrry.....outgoing...." she purred, without opening her eyes.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want another drink."

I touched her hand. She moaned, her back arched, and she settled.

"I feel....verrry..dirty.." she slurred.

"Dirty, how?"

"I..wanna be a baaaad girl."

I couldn't resist, I knew I should not be doing this, but I had to continue.

"When I count to three, I will be invisible to you, you'd be able to hear me, and feel me, but you will not see me. It will be like I'm not here." I counted, she opened her eyes. Her gaze went to the TV.

"I wanna..watch...a porno..."

I was stroking my penis through my pants at this time. I told her that she will see a porno movie she would enjoy. Her eyes widened for a moment then she smiled. Her hands slid up and down her legs and stomach. She lifted her blouse, exposing her bra.

"You...looks...soo..goood," she said and turned on her side, her eyes fixated on the blank TV screen. She turned to her side, her blouse was bunched up under her neck, her skirt bunched at her hips. She was pushing her hose and underwear down with her hands, reaching for her pussy.

I knew I shouldn't but I reached over and ran my hands over her breasts. I could see her erect nipples pushing through the fabric. My hand found her nipple under the bra and made little circles on it with my fingertips. She gasped and slid one hand between her underwear and her pussy. I continued to touch her like that for several minutes. Her green eyes would close slowly, then open in wide passion watching the blank screen with much intensity.

"I..wanna...annnnther drink.."

I touched her hand again, she closed her eyes arched her back and stared at the screen.

"What is happening on the porn show?"

"You are there alone, wearing bicycle shorts, nothing else, you are hard and stroking it thru the shorts." she slurred. She had a hard time getting the words out, but the great thing was, she was seeing me in the movie!

"Big cooooock....." she hissed, "I wanna see his big cooock," she barely got the words out of her mouth. She took a secret pleasure in saying it.

I unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. My hard cock jumped straight. I slowly started stroking it, it danced and throbbed in my hand.

She was still staring at the TV, I was still invisible to her. I told her that I will sit in front of the TV, so that whatever I do is what she is going to see on the TV. I removed the rest of my clothes and sat in her line of sight. She gasped. She tried to sit up but was too "drunk" to do it and slid back down.

She was playing with her pussy hard now, I could see her red hair peeking out between her hand and her flesh. The other hand had pushed the bra so she could easily get to her nipple. It was tiny, but very erect. Quick, short screams escaped out of her throat.

We watched each other, half naked, moaning and screaming as we masturbated. My cock was throbbing to the timing of my hand. She was staring straight at it, her fingers rubbing her clit which was now peeking over her underwear and hose.

Suddenly she spoke, "I'm cumminnn, oh, oh, oh, fuckinn cumminnn...." she slurred, each word almost unrecognizable.

That was it for me: my cock jumped, stiffened and shot a load high and long into the air. Through my orgasmic haze I watched her watching my sperm as she convulsed into her orgasm. Her low, long scream filled the room.

There was a short silence while we caught our breath. Suddenly, she started giggling. "That waz fun, and you leff a messz," she giggled hard and snorted. I went to the kitchen and cleaned up the mess. She watched, and giggled drunkenly. After I finished, I took away her "drinks," and commanded her to fix her clothes. Staring blankly, she did.

When I woke her from her the trance, I told her that she would not remember being drunk. She would think that nothing happened. I also left a post hypnotic command.

She woke up, and looked around.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Like I just woke up from a wonderful nap."

"What do you remember?"

"Well, I remember Gone With the Wind, but I don't remember much else. I know I was giggling a lot, but that drunk thing didn't work that much."

"But you feel better."

"Yes, a lot better," she said standing,

"You're going to have to put me under again sometime." She turned around and picked up her jacket.

"Cock" I said.

The jacket fell to the floor. She turned around, and stepped towards me. She swayed as she got closer. Her arms held me close, and she kissed me. Hard and sensual. Our tongues danced over each other. She moaned as we kissed. She had a hard time standing and slid onto the rug. She was giggling again, and I turned her around to face her jacket. "Overdone" I said.

She snapped back to reality.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, what happened?"

"You fell when you went to get your jacket."

"Oh. I don't remember falling," she stood up, "I'm going to take a shower. Are you going to wait for your sister or...?"

"I think I'll go," I said, I thought I've done enough sneaky things for one day. It suddenly dawned on me how bad this was, and I felt guilty.

"Well, you take care," she said, walking me to the door. "I'll tell your sister that you were looking for her."

"It wasn't that important, don't worry about it."

"OK," then she did something I didn't expect: she kissed me. Gently, and lovingly on the lips, "Thank you. I hope to see you soon. Goodbye." And she shut the door.

I stood there bewildered. Did she know what happened? Did she like me? Did she like what I did to her? Should've I tried to join her in the shower? Confused, I walked away.

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