Chapter 3: Form a Hypothesis

My hunger sated, I moved to investigate the noise in my back yard. On the patio, I found a small radio boom box playing hip-hop and Stacy swimming laps in my pool. When I realized there was no need to go out to a bar to find a willing 'tester', I happily dragged one of the patio chairs closer to the pool and took a seat.

After a few minutes, I knew the drug had to have taken effect by now, and checking my watch, I realized it would stay in effect until around 7pm. Stacy had yet to notice me, and I started to wonder if I could still affect her from where I was sitting, with her unaware. Then I began to wonder if I could keep her unaware, possibly even affect her memory. So many ideas were flooding my mind, yet none of them were actually having an effect on her.

I began to wonder a bit about that, and realized that during our tests, the random thoughts that must have been running through the subjects heads never had any effect, so I must have to focus. I thought about it, and I'll admit, the potential power this drug meant went straight to my head. I'd forgone my personal life for so long, it had been nearly eight years since I'd had sex with anyone other than my hand.

It's not that I wasn't attractive; I knew I was a bit more attractive than the average man. I kept in shape, I worked out at least three hours a week, I usually ate fairly healthy, and I was luckily blessed with good genes. But I just didn't put any effort into getting dates; I hadn't really put any effort into since my mother past away. And combined with the ideas running through my head—I was horny.

I concentrated, forming a coherent command in my head as if I were saying it out loud to Stacy—'Take off your bikini top.'

Stacy stopped at the other end of the pool, facing away from me, and untied her bikini. She tossed it casually on the pavement next to the pool. For only a moment, she turned towards me and I caught sight of her bare breasts. Then she went back into the water and resumed swimming. She still hadn't seen me.

But I decided I'd experiment with memory and having someone remain unaware of me when I was right in front of them and talking to them another time. For now, I wanted to talk to her.

"Stacy!" I called.

She shot out of the water and covered her chest with her arms, "Oh! Uh ... hello Keith."

I concentrated on my words, "Don't worry about it. It's natural. I've seen plenty of breasts before. You don't have anything to be ashamed of."

A bit self-consciously, she lowered her arms and swam over to the side of the pool near me. I smiled at her, though I couldn't see her breasts, I was glad she was following commands. 'So far, so good, ' I thought.

"Why don't you get out of the pool and come inside with me. We'll have a little chat."

I eagerly watched Stacy push herself out of the pool with her arms and climb out. Her body was wet, slick, and nearly naked. I held up a towel and thought, 'Let me help you dry off.'

Stacy didn't even flinch when I began to slowly wipe the water from her body with the towel. I took special interest in wiping her breasts dry. Eyeing them, I guessed she was about a 32C. Her waist was easily a few inches smaller, and at eighteen or nineteen years old, her hips were flared out and made her body symmetrically beautiful with her bust. She was beautiful, youthful, and I definitely was attracted to her.

But no matter how horny I was, no matter how attractive she was, I wasn't about to use this power to just force her to have sex with me. I was willing to possibly manipulate her into the sack, but I wanted to find out exactly how willing she was first. I knew I was walking a razor-thin line between good and evil, but in my defense, I was quite randy.

I took her hand and led her inside my house. I headed to the living room and stopped her before she sat down, "Those bottoms are still pretty wet; take them off so you don't damage my couch."

Stacy looked at me sheepishly, and then seemed to smile apologetically before slipping her bikini bottoms off. She handed them to me and I hung them up to dry in the bathroom. When I joined her in my living room again, she was sitting on the couch as demurely as possible for a naked woman to do. Her legs were close together and her hands were in her lap covering her exposed sex.

I'd only seen it for a moment, but it was long enough to notice she still had that youthful look to her pussy. Unless you've had the experience of seeing quite a bit of porn or a lot of women's pussies, you can't really know what I'm talking about. But as a woman gets older, has more and more sex, and gives birth, her vagina tends to 'droop' a bit. There is just nothing like a young, plump pussy.

I had seen that the carpet definitely matched the drapes, as she had a thin layer of golden down on her mons. The hair was so thin and light though, it was barely visible. If I hadn't been looking for it, I doubt I would have noticed it.

I sat down on the couch with her and happily observed her breasts. They were roughly the shape of two half grapefruits. Two half-dollar sized nipples were pointed at me, erect. I couldn't tell if her nipples were hard due to arousal, or because the house's air conditioning was having an effect.

"Tell me, are you attracted to me?"

Stacy blushed, then nodded and tried to hide a smile when she said, "Yes. I am."

"Are you surprised that I am attracted to you as well?" I asked. I felt the command pulsing through my head, and I wondered if I could control it and talk without it.

Stacy smiled happily, "Really?"

"Yes. I am. You're a very beautiful young woman. I am very attracted to you."

Stacy simply beamed at me in response.

I tried to mentally hold back on the drug's effect and simply speak so my next question wasn't a command, "Are you comfortable being naked in front of me, knowing that it turns me on very much?"

Stacy blushed and I could see her hands flex involuntarily. She said, "Uh ... I guess so. I ... I think I'd be more comfortable though if I weren't the only one."

I grinned, "You think you'd be more comfortable if there was someone else naked with you?"

Stacy giggled, "I think I'd like that very much."

"Well, maybe we should call one of your sisters over here?" I teased.

Stacy slapped my arm playfully, "Oh stop! You're bad. I was thinking of someone else."

"Oh. Who?"

She smiled coyly and leaned towards me, pressing her lips to mine. I reached up and held her shoulder gently and opened my lips slightly into her kiss. Suddenly, I felt what I'd been missing all these years and hadn't really even felt the loss. It wasn't just the drug and horniness, I was utterly lonely.

I broke from Stacy's lips and looked down, closing my eyes to try and hold back the tears that I felt welling in my eyes. But I couldn't hold back the sobs.

"Oh! I'm sorry ... I ... I thought you wanted—"

I snapped my eyes up to Stacy's worried face and said, "No ... no ... it's not you! I ... I just suddenly felt so lonely. I never realized all these years while I was throwing myself into my work, I just felt so alone. I'm really happy you're here right now."

Stacy moved closer to me and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a tight hug. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and her chin rested on my shoulder. Tentatively, I put my own arms around hers, and felt her naked back. The sensation was incredible.

Her skin was so warm and soft. I couldn't imagine why I'd ever given this kind of contact up. My girlfriend in college had finally dumped me after too many cancelled dates where I claimed I was staying late in the lab. She didn't believe me and thought I'd been cheating on her. Of course, I hadn't, and I actually had loved her, but I just didn't have the time for her.

With Stacy's arms holding me close, and my own hands simply basking in the warmth of her naked back, I suddenly realized how stupid I'd been. I'd thrown myself into my work when my mother died and I'd thought I was honoring her, but I had no idea just how unhappy I really was. She would have been proud of me no matter what I'd accomplished, and would rather I was happy than successful. 'How could I have been so stupid?' I thought.

I stopped crying with a laugh, and Stacy released me to look at my face, questioningly. I laughed again, and explained, "I just ... I realized how dumb I've been. I became a work-a-holic because I thought I was honoring my mother, but actually, I was just digging myself into unhappiness. She would have never wanted that for me."

Stacy smiled, "You're right. That's pretty stupid."

I laughed and moved my hands on her back. Stacy's eyelids dropped for a second in a half-close, then reopened, she moaned softly.

"What?"

She moved her hands around the front of me and started unbuttoning my shirt, "Keep rubbing my back like that—it feels really great."

I happily complied, just trying to concentrate on the sensations my hands were sending to my brain as they caressed the naked skin of her back. It was soft, warm, and utterly smooth. I couldn't see her back, but it felt flawless. I traced her ribs, her spine, and her shoulder blades, all while she continued to unbutton my shirt.

I had to stop and move my arms when Stacy began pushing my shirt off. She tossed my shirt to the floor and began using her own hands to explore my chest with her hands. Stacy said, "I love your chest. Most of the guys I've dated have had these hard-muscled chests, but yours ... it's not so hard. You've got like ... muscles, and you're not fat, but it's so smooth and pleasant. You don't look like you're trying to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger or something. I'm ... I usually date guys who are more like that."

"Why?" I asked.

"Uh ... because they're usually pretty easy to manipulate I guess. They ... they're usually stupid jocks. I mean, physically, they're sort of attractive, but I prefer guys who look more like they have ... uh ... like a swimmers body—Yeah! That's what you look like. Oooooh! Would you ... uh ... no ... never mind."

Now I was curious. I took her hands and held them where they were on my chest. "What is it?" I commanded.

Nervously, staring only at my chest and avoiding my eyes, Stacy stammered, "Uh ... uh ... well ... I'd like it if ... um ... if I could see you in a Speedo, you know ... like an Olympic swimmer or something. That would be soooo hot!"

I smiled and pulled her jaw up so she was looking into my eyes, "Well, I'd be willing to do that. But I don't really have any Speedos. Maybe we could do that some other time though."

Stacy smiled sheepishly. Then her eyes blazed a second later, "Oooh, what about my bikini bottoms. I mean, they're not really tiny like some of my other suits, and they'd be tight and form-fitting just like a Speedo."

I thought about it. Her thong bikini bottoms were more suited for swimming rather than sunbathing, and were much less revealing than the ones she'd worn yesterday with her sisters. They might fit me, but they also would be pretty tight.