Chapter 2

I started a small city college and was in the second semester of my freshman year. Being the second semester, freshmen were allowed to live off campus. I had found a place near campus that I could afford. One of the amenities of the place was Sue, a senior who lived next door. She was gorgeous. I would place her a little over 5’-8”, silky dark hair shoulder length, long sexy legs, a heart shaped bottom, and I would say about 38 D breasts. The only draw back was that she knew she was hot and that I was not.

Let me back up a little. I am 5’-10-1/2” (a 5’-11” wanna-be.), 175 lbs and not necessarily bad looking. I have dark brown hair, most would call black, and hazel eyes. My sister would always tell me I would be a lucky catch for some girl out there. In high school, I had lots of girls who were “friends” and loved to talk with me but that is where it seemed to stop. Maybe it was my late blooming acne, which clouded my face over until the end of my senior year or maybe it was the fact the I was too shy around girls who I wanted to be more than friends with or maybe my lack of confidence. Whatever it was, I was shallow on the girl experience.

My apartment was a “basement” apartment. You know the type, where you have to look up and out the window to see anything but pedestrian feet going by. This did have its benefits when a lady in a short skirt walked by. I had mounted a smaller digital camera on a tripod near the window that I could snap off a shot with a remote should any unsuspecting lady walk by. It was a freshman, bored, frustrated, male type thing to do. No one ever noticed.

My apartment consisted of a kitchenette, living room, one bedroom and a bathroom. I shared my bedroom wall with Sue. The first week I lived there, she must have had a steady boyfriend. Some 6’-2” guy was over there quite frequently and more than once I heard moaning and bumping noise from the bead as that screwed next door. One night I heard him demanding that she give him head. That night there was a lot of screaming, ending with big guy leaving and her crying herself to sleep. Never saw that guy around again. It was during that week that I started fantasizing about Sue.

It was something of a turn on that there was only inches between our heads and only sheetrock wall that separated us. OK the sheetrock was a bummer.

I was having this terrific dream about running my hands over Sue’s big tits and cupping her ass when I heard moans coming from next door. When I stopped to listen, she stopped. I lay back down and continued the dream when I heard the moans again. Deja Vue. This reminded of the time with my sister, only there was a wall between me and my object of affection. I kept up my fantasy until after I heard her the moaning and rocking of the bed reached a crescendo and then slowed down. I had already relieved myself several minutes already at just the thought I might have influenced her.

What kind of power was this? Was I really influencing her? For the rest of the night I tried to push thoughts at her of how she should like me and think I am sexy.

The next day I hung by my door until I heard her leaving her apartment. I hustled out after my mail.

“Hi Sue,” I smiled.

“Hi .. ah .. Mike is it?” she half grinned. There was a slight blush on her cheeks but other than that, nothing. “I have to get going,” she said as she quickly shed me.

A week of sleepless nights later, still no sign of any control. I did seem to be able to get her to have wet dreams a few more nights but what was all. I was able to ascertain some limits of this power, if it wasn’t all in my head.

One, our heads had to be in close proximity. Luckily due to the size and shape of our bedrooms, there really only one place that made sense to set up a bed. I found that if my head was within a foot and a half of the wall, it worked well. Anything outside that area, Sue would just drift back to sleep. Assuming her head was about six to twelve inches from the wall, and the wall being about 6 to eight inches deep, that gave me a range of two to three feet. This explained why when I sat up and tried to “push” thoughts at her, it did not work. It would also explain why I was never able to go further with my teenage experiences.

Limitation two, it worked best when she was first going to sleep. It still worked later in her sleep schedule, but I had to keep focusing on the thoughts until she could catch them.

Lastly, as I mentioned before, just having her fantasize about me did not give me any control over her or even necessarily cause her to fall in love with me. This was the greatest hurdle I faced. Well at least she noticed me now.

That was when I started thinking about hypnotizing her in her sleep. Sure I never hypnotized anyone before, but I could keep at it until I succeeded, unless of course she realized what I was doing.

I decided I needed to take a week off to prepare for this. One, I needed some good sleep to build my late night stamina up. Two, I needed to keep my grades up and too many sleepless nights in a row would undermine this. I stopped be the health food store to look for some herbal pep pills. While I was there I noticed some memory aid pills and thought, why not, anything that helps the brain function better might help with telepathy.

After a week of resting up, I was ready to try it out. I waited until Friday night to start the test. Since breaking up with her boyfriend, she usually went out Friday nights with her friends and came home a little tipsy. I thought the alcohol might help break down some of the resistance to my mind games.

I figured I would focus my thoughts on her putting her in a trance for the next couple of days. If I succeeded in hypnotizing her, I would keep deepening the trance before revealing myself. Plus the fact that I was not sure what you could get people to do while hypnotized. Many said that you could not make a person do something that they did not want to do; my job would be to convince her of what she did want to do.

That night I started with the basics. I kept sending her messages that she was “tired” but wanted to listen to my “voice?” or my thoughts. Soon she would hear only my thoughts. The deeper she went the better she would feel. She would imagine a set of stairs. The deeper she went down, the more relaxed she would become. There were seven steps. At the first step she would leave all the cares of the day, on the next step she would leave any cares for school, … distracting thoughts … fears … questions … thoughts of people … inhibitions … control … Each time she came to this place, she would descend these seven steps. It was wonderful here… Free … No Cares … No Responsibilities.

This sounded easy but it was difficult for me to stay awake. I think the first night or two, I was self-hypnotizing myself rather than her. After several half started attempts, I was able to complete the process, or at least I hoped I did. I left with three last instructions. “You love being here. This place is so restful. So peaceful. You desire to spend time here. Whenever you here the words or thought, ‘Silly Susie Slut you will return here, going back down those steps to get to this carefree place. Finally, if anyone other than the person who took you to this room finds out about it, you might no longer be able to get back to it. You don’t want anyone to find this place. You want to keep it such a good secret that even you will not consciously remember this place when you are not here. You will act according to what you hear in this place but you will not consciously remember anything about this place.

With that final safeguard in place, I went to sleep.

Next to devise a test to see if any of this was working. Before actually going up to her, I decided to start with a little voyeurism to test the limits of my success. The next few nights, I started adding thoughts to her head about an allergy to clothe on her pussy. “You will notice that anything that covers your vagina will irritate your skin. Whether it is panties, pants, or stockings. Tomorrow it will be mild but it will increase as the day progresses. You will have to make some provision for this. You will be embarrassed to tell anyone.”

“You will realize around midday that skirts without panties would not irritate you. But you still don’t want to go around bare legged. After giving it some thought, you will realize it would be good to buy some stockings and garters. The more you think about it, the more comfortable you will get with the idea. And for some reason, you also believe that the shorter the skirt, the less irritated you vagina feels.”

“Virgina, what a funny word, so clinical. I will have to come up with some cute name for my vagina and breasts.”

The test was in the making.

“Mike would be a good friend to have. I should get closer to him. He would be an understanding person to talk to.” I added these to hope to start building a relationship with.

The next morning I waited to see Sue to open her door and head towards classes. I peaked out my door after she passed and followed about ten yards behind her. She had her jeans and a purple terry clothe shirt on. I noticed her squirming a little as she walked. Her tight ass was wiggling out of step. Yes!

I did not see her again until arounsupper timeme. I headed out to my mail slot at the end of the hall just as she was passing by.

“Oh, Mike,” replied Sue smiling warmly. “How are you?”

I looked around, feigning surprise. “Who me?” I asked.

“Who else silly,” she smiled. She still had her jeans on and I could see her discomfort as she wiggled her ass to try and get comfortable. She held a pink and white bag from the local lingerie shop.

“Maybe we can get together and talk sometime,” she said as she started heading to her door. This was working great.

“How about going out with me for a beer?” I asked, stalling her exit.

“Sure,” she said turning around. “but not tonight, I am a little under the weather.” By now she was rubbing her thighs together to try and itch her crotch.

Now I hadn’t expected that quick a change in her attitude towards me, I had just been stalling her for a little fun. I exchanged some more pleasantries with her, ignoring her growing discomfort, before letting her go. “It was real nice talking with you, Sue.”

“And it was real nice talking with you Mike,” replied Sue with a somewhat puzzled _expression on her face.

After getting the mail, I went back to my apartment to catnap. I needed some rest for tonight.

That night, when I heard her get into bed, I waited a few moments before I started sending her my thoughts. “Silly Susie Slut,” I thought three times in a row. “Now keep going deeper.” After about a half hour of these type thoughts, I started reinforcing the ideas I put in her head the previous night.

I added to these, “whenever you feel a breeze on your vagina, it will feel so good. As the day goes on, these breezes will even excite you. It is as if you are on a continual climb toward an orgasm as you get more stimulation. This will keep increasing until you release yourself by making love or masturbation.”

“You love to look at the kitten in the window near your apartment. The one in the first floor apartment. You will catch yourself walking over to that window whenever you come or go from your apartment. If the kitten is sitting in the window, you will try to get as close to it as you can, thinking nothing of what is happening below you except as not to fall. You will keep your eyes glued to the kitten for three minutes before moving away. Again, you will not see of hear anything that is happening below your waste.” You see my window alcove was just below that kitten’s favorite window. The Kitten love to hang out in that window almost every morning, sunning himself. “You will do this for the next four days.”

I awoke the next morning and got my digital camera all set. I waited to hear her door close and then sat in my couch near the window. I waited keeping half an eye out on the window. Sure enough she approached the window to look at the cat in the apartment above mine.

She was wearing a red hip length coat, a tan knee length skirt, black calf high boots, black stockings, matching garter and no panties. Bingo, it was working. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get a good look at the cat. I took aim with my camera and shot a few shots. Then I cautiously approached the window and shot a few more close up. No flash of course. I wasn’t sure how good this would work.

After not seeing any reaction from above, I set down the camera and started doing jumping jacks. If she noticed, I could feign ignorance and that I was just doing my morning exercises. She still took no notice of anything happening in my apartment. Finally after three minutes, she walked away from the window, without ever glancing down.

Each night I spent an hour reinforcing what I had already told her.

The next few days were similar, except now I used a bright flash to get a clearer up skirt shot. I am sure some people must have wondered about that flashing coming from the window beneath that girl. If they did, no one ever said of did anything about it.

As the week progressed, Sue started wearing shorter and shorter skirts. By the end of the week, her micro skirts were short enough that her ass and muff peaked out whenever her skirt swayed too much.

On the last night of her “allergy”, I added the thoughts of how exciting it was to walk around with a short skirt on with no panties. “Some guy might get a quick peek up my skirt or a flash of my ass as I walk by. It would be embarrassing but it also would be very sexy and arousing even think about this. It was nothing more than being flirtatious after all.

The last day, I left the window open when I knew she would walk by. People might think it mighty weird to see my window open in February, but it was worth it to me. I had hooked up an air hose to the exhaust side of my vacuum. By crimping and uncrimping the air hose, I could shoot a decent blast of air out. I bought about twenty feet of 1/12” piping to extend it the hose from my bedroom to the window. This would somewhat muffle the sound from those who might pass by, I knew Sue would never notice anything below her waist. With a little duct tape, the air hose worked great. .

When she leaned over my alcove to look at the kitty, I could see her pussy was already moist and open from the breezes of the day. I shot her a few quick blasts of air directed at those lips and was rewarded by moans and cum starting to drip down her legs. I moved away from the window before she did. When her time was up, she moved away a little quicker than normal and made good speed to her apartment.

I heard her race to her bedroom and jump on the bed. Soon the bed was a creaking away as she masturbated. I laid on the bed and thought, “Silly Susie Slut”. Soon it was quiet next door. “Silly Sue, you won’t be able to make yourself orgasm this time until something fills that little vagina, or should we call it a Pussy after the sweet pussy in the window. Pussy it is. You need to need little Pussy. Find something in your room to fill little Pussy. When you are done and realize what you have done, throw it out the apartment door in disgust. The embarrassment or humiliation of what you did will actually turn you on whenever you think of it. As a matter of fact, sexual embarrassment and humiliation will heighten any sexual experience you have. Now wake up.”

I heard a mad scramble next door as draws ere open and objects flung to the floor. Soon she had found her object and the creaking was joined by low moans. It only took her a minute or two to reach it, she was so ready.

She must have passed out for it was a good fifteen minutes before I heard her get up and throw something out the door. I snuck out and retrieved her hairbrush. The handle was completely lubricated and had the sweet smell of pussy.