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

forcing a smile to hide her nervousness. "Hey, long time no see."
    "Yeah, I can't believe you just called me out of the blue like that after all these years - or that I was free! It's been really busy."
    Gwen nodded along with her words, watching her beautiful mouth and smile move. "Oh, uh yeah, me too."
    "You ever become a model?" Hanna asked, laying one hand on the table.
    "For a little bit, but I didn't do anything major," she replied automatically. "Forgive me for being blunt, but you're incredibly hot yourself. You've really grown up."
    Hanna blushed red and gave a warm smile. "Thanks."
    "Really," Gwen continued, putting her hand on the table near her old best friend's. "And I have to be honest, I wasn't just calling to catch up on old times."
    Hanna's sharp brown eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. She considered her next words for a long, interminable moment. Finally, she spoke. "You want to go get a drink?"
    Gwen nodded, a rush overtaking her thoughts.
    "Alright," Hanna said. "You lead, I'll drive behind."
     
    A short time later, they pulled up to Gwen's apartment.
    Following from her parking spot, Hanna almost seemed to smirk. "I thought we were going to a bar…"
    Fumbling for her keys, Gwen froze. "I've… got wine here."
    The gorgeous brunette raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm not complaining."
    Once inside, Gwen rushed about, cleaning in a flurry and grabbing two glasses full of red wine. She brought one to the living room and handed it to her guest, sitting on the couch next to her, full of nervousness and excitement. "So, Hanna… how's life?"
    "Just got out of a four-year relationship, actually," she answered, sipping her wine. "This is good. Unexpected, but just what I needed."
    "The wine?"
    Hanna shook her head, her gaze intent. She placed one hand on Gwen's thigh. "Truth or dare?"
    Gwen felt a surge of excitement - so she had been thinking about it too! The two of them, alone together, half-naked… quite drunk, daring each other right up to that invisible taboo line… she smiled, deciding to tease. "Truth."
    Hanna laughed. " Fine, but be warned, two can play it that way. Hmm… what are you thinking right now?"
    She took a gulp of wine. " I'm thinking I shouldn't have chickened out on that dare all those years ago."
    "I thought that would be your answer," she replied, her tone knowing. "Your turn."
    "Truth or dare?"
    She laughed again. "Truth."
    "Tease."
    "You started it!"
    "Fine. Was…" Gwen trailed off for a second, not wanting to ask directly. "Um, how did your relationship end?"
    Hanna sighed, but maintained her warm smile , knowing the real question. " She and I just didn't get along anymore."
    Gwen felt her face flush red at the confirmation.
    "Truth or dare?" Hanna asked.
    She felt her face grow even brighter red, but she wasn't about to back down. The heat between her legs had grown unbearable. "Dare."
    Hanna grinned, drawing out the moment. She finished her glass of wine, placed it on the table, moved her legs, pulled her panties off gracefully, lifted her dress a tiny bit, and - ever so slowly, teasing to the last - spread her legs. "Same dare you chickened out on, back then. I dare you to kiss me here ."
    Gwen felt frozen, looking back and forth between those sharp brown eyes and the gorgeous trimmed sex open to her. She gulped her wine down, pushed the glass away, and moved a foot closer on the couch.
    Feeling briefly like she was suddenly a decade younger and somehow reliving that drunken night, she leaned down. This time she wasn't afraid, and didn't think it was weird or wrong… this time, she was eager.
    She laid her pursed lips flat against Hanna's trim labia, delivering a chaste kiss to her warm mound. Her action elicited a sharp intake of breath, and then a small chuckle.
    "Tease. Make it a French kiss."
    Gwen looked up with wicked intent, nodding slowly. She pressed her lips forward again, this time opening them slightly and slipping her tongue out. Parting folds, gently making out with