Chapter 25: The White Witch of Walden - Patience and Passion

THE NIGHT SHE'LL REMEMBER FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE (continued)

In the room, she quickly snatched up a small overnight case and sprinted to the bathroom, where she spent ten long minutes barricaded in preparation for the mating ritual. She emerged wearing a short, blue teddy with no panties. Her hair was down now, straight, shiny and very white. The makeup was gone, and she looked so young that I once again couldn't help but question the legality of this plan. But, oh my goodness, she was desirable! My cock felt as if it was about to burst. I had an almost overwhelming, animalistic urge to grab her, throw her down on the bed and take her immediately... take her HARD! I took a ragged breath and tried desperately to calm down.

She couldn't force herself to look up at me. "I don't know what to do," she said in a small voice. "I asked Brenda and Dee, but they just laughed and told me that it would just come naturally. But I don't think... I mean... I'm not sure how to act naturally. I mean... all I want to do is please you, but I don't know HOW!"

"It's going to be alright, Willie."

She was quiet for a long moment. I finally stopped drinking in the sight of her and took a step forward, opening my arms to her. "Come here." She rushed to me and flung herself into my arms, shaking with anticipation. I just held her for a long minute.

"Do you think it's going to hurt a lot?"

"I can use hypnosis, and you won't feel the pain," I suggested.

"NO!" she almost screamed, pulling back slightly. It made me jump a little. "Don't!" she urged. "I WANT to feel it! I want to feel everything a woman is suppose to feel! Please?"

I hugged her some more and finally used a forefinger to lift her chin so that our eyes were aligned. "Okay," I told her calmly. "You're about to feel everything. Are you ready?" She seemed incapable of answering, so I simply lowered my lips to hers.

The kiss went on and on and on. Her hands hung limp for several seconds, then went to my chest; then around my body, though it must have put her in an uncomfortable posture, arched slightly backwards as her body plastered itself against mine. Finally, of their apparent own free will, the arms snaked around my neck, one hand running its fingers into my hair.

I opened my mouth, and when she did not immediately follow suit, I began stabbing playfully at the lips with my tongue. Finally, they parted and I began teasing her tongue with my own. She began rubbing her slender body against mine.

And as for MY hands: well, they were not so indecisive by a long shot. I stroked her sides for awhile, and then slid them down beneath the hem of the teddy, where they began stroking her bare buttocks; then they slid effortlessly up her back, under the flimsy garment, up and down her bare sides, and finally one of them made its way around front to play with one of those magnificent nipples. I pinched gently at it, tweaked it a few times, and began rolling it lightly between my thumb and forefinger. She shuddered violently and made a small noise into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, she swayed softly, and she was gasping for breath. I waited patiently until her breathing had steadied somewhat, and finally she opened her eyes and looked questioningly into mine. "Look into my eyes, Willie. Deep, deep, deep into my eyes. Relax. Relax for me. Deep into my eyes and relax."

The beautiful blue orbs widened with shocked curiosity for a moment. "Are you... are you going to... ?"

"Relax. Listen to my voice and relax in my arms."

"Oh!" she exclaimed weakly. She seemed to be taken completely by surprise with this. Even so, I felt her body relax perceptibly in my arms. "Don't you want to... ?" Her eyes suddenly drooped and then struggled to open again. They were still locked onto my own. "Oh... It's going to happen, isn't it?" The eyes drooped again; forced themselves open. "I'm... I'm going to be addicted... I'm going to be like Brenda... Addicted forever..." Her knees would no longer support her body, and she sagged in my arms. "Yours... forever..."

"Yes. Mine forever. So relaxed. So very, very relaxed. Heavy. So wonderfully heavy." Her arms slipped from around my neck and hung limply by her sides. "Sleep is coming. You can't resist... you don't want to resist, do you?" She made a little noise. "And now, there is only my voice. Everything else has drifted away. Only my voice. Only my eyes. So relaxed. So sleepy. Submit and obey."

Her eyes widened for a moment in recognition. "Yes," she mumbled. "Submit and obey. Submit and obey."

"So very, very relaxed. So very, very sleepy. You want it so very, very badly. Surrender and sleep."

Her body just collapsed and she hung backward, limp and lifeless in my arms. I moved one hand to her upper back and heaved her upright. "Stand up, Willie," I told her. Her feet immediately moved beneath her and she stood, opening her eyes and looking right at me. I thought, for a moment, that I'd lost her trance somehow, but then I realized that her eyes were unfocused and staring. "Where are you, Willie?"

She smiled. "I'm naked and I'm lying in my wonderful bed in my wonderful room. I love it here!"

Once again, I puzzled a moment about how easily this was all going. "Do you remember what you were doing just before I brought you here?"

"You were about to make love to me, but you hypnotized me instead; and now I'm addicted forever. Just like Brenda. Just like Dee. I'll never be able to leave you now, even if I ever wanted to." She paused. "Brenda says I love you. I think she's right. I know you will tell me only the truth here. IS she right? AM I in love with you?"

I clenched my teeth. My balls ached. I wanted to take her NOW, and I fought with myself for control. "Hold up your arms," I ordered. She did so immediately and I peeled the flimsy teddy from her beautiful young body. She just stood like that, arms raised, eyes blank, smiling innocently. I had never wanted anything so much in my life. Stretched like that, her slim, muscular body made her small breasts flatten even more, accentuating her long, stiff nipples to the point of distraction. My mouth watered. "Lower your arms, now, Willie." Her arms were at her sides again. She looked at me (but not really AT me), and smiled sweetly.

"Do you think I'm in love with you?" she asked, conversationally.

I took a ragged breath. "Yes. Yes, you're in love with me." Oh God, what was I doing?

"I KNEW it!" she squealed. "I AM in love with you. Oh, Master, it feels so GOOD!"

I turned away from her and paced back and forth across the room until I felt my tenuous control of the situation returning. At last, I stood in front of her again and quickly made her get out of her imaginary bed, peel back the braided rug and descend into her make-believe "soul." As I did so, her eyes became glassy, she lost her smile, and she stood motionless and wooden before me.

"Where are you?" I asked her.

"Somewhere... in my mind. It's the way it always was, and the way it always will be." Her voice was lifeless, flat.

"Do you remember our kiss?"

She smiled. "Yes. I'll never forget it."

"How did it make you feel?"

"Excited. All fluttery inside. It made me want... you; made me want to surrender to you. I wanted... to please you... so much. It felt... good. Better than good."

"And now, Willie, as you think about it, the feeling was even better than that. Think about it, and you will find that the feeling... the GOOD feeling, was many times better than you've just described. So wonderfully good. Marvelously good. It was, and it always will be. Whenever you are kissed in the future, it will be just as good as the first time, just as wonderful. Whenever you are kissed. It always will be like that. Always."

"Whenever I am kissed... by..."

Ah, she had picked up on the tense. "Yes, Willie, whenever you are kissed by me... and also, eventually, by Brenda or Dee. I want you to think calmly about them now; and deep, deep inside, you know... you know that your feelings for them are more than just friendship. Soon, you will acknowledge that you love them, just as you love me. You know that they want you, sexually; and eventually, soon, you will be surprised to find that you want them, too. That you will want to touch their smooth, sensuous bodies; that you want to kiss them, the way that you kiss me; that you will want to please them, the way that you want to please me; sexually; sensuously, lovingly. You don't have to dwell on these thoughts now. You don't have to think about it at all. In time, soon, it will just... happen. Those feelings have always been there. They always will be there. Always."

Her lips parted slightly and she began breathing raggedly.

"And now, do you remember how you felt when I touched you?"

Her breath caught for a second. "Yes. It was... it was..."

"It was much, much better than that, Willie. Many times better than that. It was, and it always will be. Always. Whenever your bare sides are caressed, whenever your bare back is stroked... the feel of hands on your bare body... on your back and sides and tummy..."

"And my breasts!" she almost shrieked.

I smiled. "And your breasts... and your nipples. And it will always be that intense. Always. It will make your body want more. Your body will surrender to the touch and want more and more and more. You will be unable to fight the feelings, the demands of your body. Always..."

"Always," she whispered, shuddering. "Hands on my body..."

"Yes," I said pointedly. "My hands; and eventually, soon, you will feel like that when Brenda or Dee touch you, too. You do not have to dwell on it now. You don't have to think about it at all. But eventually, soon, you will find that the idea of them touching you will be... very, very exciting. And when they do touch you... that way... when they do touch you and stroke you and caress you the way that I do, the feelings will be just as powerful, just as good. So very, very good..."

She was panting now. The script called for me bringing her out of it here. I fought with myself to do so. I decided to pace a little more, but my cock was almost painfully hard. I had to unzip my pants before I could adjust myself enough to walk. I took a deep breath and counted to ten. Then, believe it or not, I decided to stay the course. I ordered her back up to her "wonderful room," and into her "bed."

"Where have you been, Willie?" I asked her.

"I don't know. Somewhere. It doesn't really matter."

I smiled. "When I wake you up, I will kiss you again. It will take you a minute before you realize you are not wearing anything. It feels very natural to be naked here in your wonderful room, and that feeling will follow you back. That's perfectly natural, isn't it?" She nodded and assured me that that made perfect sense. "Wake up, Willie."

Her eyes snapped open, she looked up at me, raised her hands above her head and stretched and yawned sinuously. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. I slid them around her waist and pulled her to me. She looked at me again, smiled, and nibbled the corner of her lower lip demurely.

"I'm addicted now," she told me.

I thought of a hundred ways that I SHOULD set this record straight. I hadn't really "addicted" her to hypnosis at all. Instead, I returned her gaze steadily and answered "Yes."

She nodded. "And I'm in love with you! I really am! I know it now!"

I pulled her to me tightly. "I love you, too, Willie."

She tried to pull away. "No! You don't have to love me! You love Brenda and Dee! It's enough just to know that I love y... Umph!"

I had decided to smother this silly blather about who was supposed to love whom the most with another kiss. I can find no adequate description of how great it felt to wrap my arms around her slender, nude body and hold her light, quivering form to me. Her arms went immediately around my neck again, and her lips parted to allow me access to her sweet mouth. Suddenly, she stiffened. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed herself away from me far enough to look at me.

"My nightgown!" she gasped.

"It was lovely, but I like you better this way."

"You made me take it off when I was hypnotized!" she said. She searched my eyes. "You can make me do ANYTHING!"

I spun her ninety degrees to the right and scooped her up in my arms. She couldn't have weighed a hundred pounds. "Just wait 'til you see what I'm going to make you do now!" I told her, carrying her over to the bed. It was one of those four-poster jobs that held its queen-size mattress almost three feet off the ground. I sat her on its edge, then bent forward and kissed her again hard. I could tell she was struggling to keep up. Again her arms went around my neck, and again her lips parted invitingly. I pressed my body toward her, and she finally got the picture and spread her knees so I could hold her closer. Her feet didn't even come close to the floor. I ran my hands all over her: her back and sides, her breasts and tummy, her hips and thighs. Finally, she moaned loudly into my mouth and as I broke the kiss, she tried to follow my lips to maintain contact. Her eyes were wild. She gasped for air.

She gave a startled grunt as I pushed her back against the mattress. I swept her hair away from the side of her face, leaned forward, and began kissing her neck, her shoulder, the side of her face. I licked and nibbled her ear and her whole body went stiff and she shuddered. Back to her neck again, her chest, and finally, finally, I took one of those long, stiff nipples into my mouth and sucked. Another moan. She wrapped her arms around my head and held it as I suckled, nibbled, rolled the nipple between my teeth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. Another shudder. Little kisses down across her flat stomach, and I picked up her knees, which had been dangling at the edge of the bed, and threw them over my shoulders, opening her sex to my waiting mouth.

"Frederick, what are you DOING?!!" she screamed in a hoarse whisper.

Her pubic hair was very sparse and, of course, very white. She smelled pungent and sweet, and as I licked and gently bit her labia, her body jerked and arched up against me. I brought my hands around her slim thighs and spread her moist lips. Like her nipples, her clitoris was amazingly long and hard. It peeked below her body's lips before I spread her thighs, and pointed upward like the tip of a small, moist finger now that I had exposed her completely. I gave it a long, slow lick, then another, and another.

"Fred... Fre... Freder... What... wha... what are you... ?"

I couldn't help it. Despite the script, I pushed one lovely thigh off my shoulder, brought my hand around and pushed a finger into her moist hole. Her opening was slick and slippery, and my finger slid in easily; but she was shockingly, almost impossibly tight. I was suddenly very concerned that I wasn't going to fit into her. I mean, I may not be very well endowed (in actuality), but I my girth was certainly much greater than my finger, and I suddenly realized that there was no way I could even push one more finger into this tight orifice. Finally, after sliding my finger in and out of her to the depth of a few inches (which made her arch up, shudder and moan), I came to understand that the tightness was being caused by a very thin membrane at the opening of her cunt. So this was the hymen. Somehow, I'd thought it was going to be farther up inside of her... a barrier that would block the entrance instead of only allowing limited access. These were uncharted waters for me.