Contains: Oral sex (cunnilingus), covert/implied hypnosis/brainwashing
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It was something about her lips, I thought dazedly as I followed her up her front steps. Something about her lips, the sensuous way they shaped her words, her dark red lipstick that seemed to pull in the light. Her name was Ariel—pronounced the French way, with a tall “ah” at the beginning. Her voice was low and melodious, but it wasn’t her voice that made me shiver when she introduced herself; it was watching her elegant name drop from her elegant lips, and the slight smile that curled there when she caught me staring.
And I was definitely staring. Every time we passed each other at the party and chatted, I found my gaze drawn to her lips. I watched them move, fascinated. Almost more fascinated by them than the conversation, so that it took me a minute to register her question: “Have you ever eaten pussy?”
I had blushed and stammered, but much less than I might have—the question and the embarrassment were real, but seemed a little distant. And when I was watching her lips instead of thinking about the blush flaming in my cheeks, it was easier to answer her questions: no, I hadn’t eaten pussy. I’d always been curious about women in general, but I’d never much liked when my boyfriends had gone down on me, and I figured cunnilingus wasn’t that nice, and so I hadn’t given it much thought.
I didn’t quite know why we were having this conversation, or why I was talking so frankly about my sex life to a complete stranger; but then she smiled, slowly, and I saw as much as heard her say:
“Let me show you.”
