2 comments/ 23532 views/ 14 favorites Mind Editor By: PulpWyatt Noah- I sat back on the picnic blanket and took in a deep breath, filling my lungs with deliciously fresh air. My perch was on a shallow hill overlooking a crude soccer field. Behind me, in a wide sand pit, children giggled and played on the swing set. Adults jogged on the sidewalk beside me, waving hello as they loped past. I waved in kind. For the dozenth time, I pulled out my cell phone and checked the time; it was 12:02. I looked around again, then found who I was looking for. Mandy strode down the path from the other side of the park, her dark-tinged blonde hair swishing behind her. She wore only a pair of immodest biker's shorts and a tube top, but she looked good in them. As much as I hated to admit it, I was attracted to her; without a doubt, God had gifted her with a good figure for that outfit. She turned her head to me, and I waved at her, then beamed as she waved back. Once again, the euphoria of young love washed over me, and I gave thanks that my parents had let me start dating. Mandy- 'Why am I doing this?' I asked myself. 'Noah's got the mind of a six-year-old. Why do I waste my time dating him?' As I jogged, I spotted him on the side of a little hill, leaning back on an old picnic blanket. He raised his hand and enthusiastically waved to me. When I waved back, he cracked a gorgeous smile. 'Oh,' I realized, 'that's why.' Noah might have had the mind of a six-year-old, but he had the face of an angel. His short brown hair was brushed just right to give his face a little curling accent, and his sharply defined features made a perfect frame for that wonderful smile of his. His smile was wide, but not too wide, and his inviting lips parted just enough that it wasn't a smirk. He had a hot body, too: nice broad shoulders and gentle hands on the ends of smooth, firm arms, and good, hard abs. Not that he'd ever let me see them. Yes, that was the problem with Noah. I wanted to fuck him, but he wouldn't let me. He always said it was because he's Christian, and he's not allowed to do that before he marries. But I think it's just because he's a wimp. As I sat down in front of him, I saw him blush, pretending not to be aroused by my outfit. I saw his eyes linger just a little bit below my face, and I decided to make my move. "Hey, cutie," I cooed, in my most flirtatious voice. "Enjoying the view?" "Um... yeah..." he stuttered. "I mean, it's a great day outside, isn't it?" "It sure is," I sighed. "Kind of makes you feel frisky, doesn't it?" "I'm feeling hungry. Are you in the mood for lunch?" "Sure. Watchya got?" "Sandwiches!" he declared. "I've got tuna, banana and peanut butter and jelly! Which one would you like?" "I'll take the tuna." With another one of those sweet smiles, he handed my one of the sandwiches and took another for himself, then settled in and started eating. "This is a good sandwich," I admitted. "This is a fuckin' good sandwich." Noah winced. "Please don't use that word," he groaned. "Yeah, why not?" "It's not lordly. It's sinful." "Oh, but sinning can be so much fun," I purred. "That's why it's so dangerous." "Yeah, but sometimes it's worth it. You'd commit a sin with me if I asked, wouldn't you? Isn't that what true love is?" "A sin?" he repeated. "What kind of sin would I commit with you?" 'Please don't let him be gay,' I thought, 'Please don't let him be gay, please don't let him be gay...' "I mean, just hypothetically," I retried, "if there was something sinful I wanted you to do, would you do it for me?" "I still don't understand..." he said. I rolled my eyes. "Look, Noah, I'm trying to be subtle here, but I think you're really hot." "Hot?" "Yes! Attractive. Desirable. Sexy. Do you know what we do with sexy people?" He glanced sidelong at me. Profound discomfort showed in his eyes. "I wanna have sex with you, Noah," I said. "That's what I'm trying to tell you." Noah cringed again. "I was afraid you would say that," he whimpered. "You know I can't do that, Mandy. That wouldn't be right. I don't want to defile you unless we get married." 'Defile?' I thought. 'Why you little shit...' "It's not wrong, Noah," I argued, forcing myself to stay calm. "If it was wrong, we wouldn't be so attracted to each another." "That's not how it works. We have all sorts of urges that we need to resist, or everything just goes downhill." "How do you know? Come on, Noah, just try it." "No," he insisted. "Please, Mandy, I love you, but I'm not going to do that. Can we please talk about something else?" I didn't want to give up the subject just when he seemed to be weakening, but I couldn't say 'no' to that cute face, either. "Fine," I acceded. "What do want to talk about?" "Um... how's your family been?" Noah- Mandy gave me a strange look, then visibly rolled her eyes. I hesitated for a moment, fearing she might try to bring up sex again. Then, to my relief, she humored me. "My family's doing alright," she answered. "Mom is still working, and Ella's grades are improving. We're in good shape there." "Things were uncertain for a while?" At this, I could see her struggle to contain a cringe. I knew this was hard for her. I knew there was something else on her mind. I of all people understood how hard those urges were to keep in check. "Yeah," she finally continued, "we hit a rough patch for a while there. It was back in 2009, mom was still trying to find a date, and I was pretty much on my own." "And...?" "We got through it." I stared at her for a few moments as she finished off her sandwich. "Oh crap," she said, drawing out her cell phone. "I have to go. See you later, Noah." With that, she stood up and jogged off. I sat on the picnic blanket, alone, dejectedly watching her leave. I refused to suspect that her emergency was fabricated, but this felt like rejection all the same. Mandy- I trudged home, defeated. I had finally worked up the nerve to broach my request on Noah, and he turned it down flat. Now what? I opened the door to my house, and the answer hit me square in the face. "Mandy," called my mother, "your package came today." All at once, I perked up. I had forgotten about the package. Hastily, I shut the door, then absently thanked my mother as I sprinted up to my room. There, the small cardboard box waited for me, titillating me with its deceptively small size. Hungrily, I pored over the box, then eased it open. With an evil smile, I took out the device inside. "Oh, yes..." I told myself. "We're back in business. You're going to mine, Noah. Oh, yes... I'm going to have you after all." Noah- There I stood, at Mandy's door once again. Just a day after the picnic disaster, she wanted another date. And this time I was going to have to ruin it. Guiltily, I stepped up and gently rapped on the door. Not three seconds later, to my surprise, it swung open. "Noah!" cried Mandy, who stood in the doorway. "You came!" "Hey, Mandy," I nervously began. "I've got some bad news for you." "Okay, but come in first." "Thank you." I entered, diligently wiping my shoes on their welcome mat. "So," said Mandy, closing the door behind me, "whatcha got?" "Well... I talked to my parents about you, and about what happened yesterday." "Your parents? What are you, ten?" "No," I calmly denied, "I'm not a child; I just thought I needed some guidance." "And what, pray tell, did they tell you? You know, in their infinite wisdom?" "Please, Mandy, don't make fun of my parents. And... well... they said I should stop seeing you. They said you're a bad influence on me." Mandy gave me a puzzled stare for a few seconds, then seemed to realize the gravity of what I was saying. "That's a shame," she reacted, her voice suspiciously calm. "I like being around you, Noah." I grinned, blushing. "Okay," she said, "suppose this is the last we see of each other. There's something I want to show you first." "Sure. Anything." "Follow me." With that, she turned and eagerly skipped up the stairs to her bedroom, where she opened the door and motioned me in with mock formality. Doubt fell over me again. "Don't worry," said Mandy, her voice as sweet as honey. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do." Breathing an inward sigh of relief, I followed her into her room. There, I saw a laptop computer enshrined upon her desk, sitting in a web of wires that snaked out to a keyboard, a second monitor, some boxy device that I did not recognize, and, most interestingly, a bicycle helmet with some electronics welded onto it. "Check it out," Mandy introduced. "It's a virtual reality video game. You've heard of these, haven't you?" "Umm... I think so." "Sweet. Now put on that helmet. I'll join in." "Sounds like fun." Carefully, I picked up the helmet, then stopped just short of putting it on. "Wait," I arrested, "it's not rated 'M,' is it?" "No, of course not. It's a racing game. You like those, don't you?" "Oh, I love racing games!" "Awesome. Now put it on and you should see the main menu." Carefully, I picked up the fragile-looking contraption, then sat in a conveniently placed chair and put it on. Video screens slipped comfortably over my eyes, and I could feel the soft foam of headphone pads covering my ears. Immediately, something felt strange. Then, all at once, everything felt better. The chair felt more comfortable, my clothes fit better and I could even feel my breathing grow relaxed. Then I heard what I could have sworn was a voice. It was such a sweet little voice, so innocuous and feminine. It was the sort of voice no one can refuse. Mandy- I still couldn't believe he was falling for it. Sure enough, he put on the helmet, and I hit the activation key. The next moment, he sank lower in his chair, and a relaxed smile spread across his face. "Input," he said, without seeming to realize that he was speaking. Turning back to my computer, pondered what command to put in next. With a little grin, I thought of just typing in 'fuck me' and seeing what he did next, but I knew better. I had done my research. This had to be done slowly. This was what that website had called the induction phase; for now, I needed to use extremely simple commands to deepen his trance. Then the idea hit me. Hunching over my keyboard, I carefully typed in, 'relax.' Looking over to him, I saw him get just a bit more droopy, then do nothing. Looking back to my screen, I saw that he was ready for his next input. After thinking for a moment, I decided to try something more abstract. I punched in: 'Loosen up.' His pretty lips curled into a shallow smile. Forcing myself to stay patient, I typed in the word 'obey.' I saw no visible effect. Starting to doubt myself, I stood up and stepped over to him, then put a hand on his chest. "Fuck, he's warm," I said to myself. Unable to resist, I pawed at him for a little while longer, sighing as I felt that firm, hot flesh under my hungry fingers. Finally, I pried myself away from him and looked at his face, then to the neural readouts on my screen. To my delight, he hadn't had any reaction, inside or outside, while I was feeling him up. Encouraged, I got back to my computer set it to repeat those last three commands on a loop for a few minutes. Then, I sat back and watched as Noah's expression slowly deteriorated. At first, he looked dazed, then stoned, then, eventually, like he was sleeping. Eventually, the temptation got the best of me, and I sidled over to him and sat in his lap. Biting my lip, I shuffled around on him, settling myself in on his soft, warm legs, leaning back against his welcoming chest. I wiggled my ass around a few times, and, to my amazement, I felt a bulge. "Oh yeah..." I sighed. "Ooh, yeah, this is worth it. You're gonna be mine, Noah. Oh, and it's gonna be awesome..." Before I could get any further, my computer let out a little beep, showing that its cycle was over. With a little pout, I stepped up to it and shut off the program. Then I took a deep breath, turned to Noah and lifted away the helmet. Noah- When the helmet slipped off my head, the first thing I saw was Mandy's face smiling at me, and I could have sworn I was in Heaven. I didn't remember playing games with her, but I did remember how wonderful it felt. Never in my life had my head felt so clear. "Hey, Noah," said Mandy, coyly. "How you feeling?" "I'm... muzzy..." "Good," she breathed, her voice dropping to an airy whisper. "Now, listen closely. You want to see me again. You want to come to my house and come up to my room tomorrow. If you have to, you will fool your parents to do it." "Okay." Although I hadn't heard it before, none of this seemed like news to me. Besides, why would I refuse such an angelic voice? In front of me, Mandy looked conflicted for a moment, then leaned up close to me and said, "Kiss me." "What?" I gasped. As I said this, it occurred to me that what we were doing was dangerous. As much as I longed to obey her, I just couldn't loosen up enough to commit to a kiss. Even with her gorgeous voice, I had to draw the line somewhere. "Okay," she mumbled, disengaging. "Sorry about that. See you tomorrow." I relaxed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mandy." With only that, she escorted me to her door, we bade farewell and I headed back to my home. I stopped a moment to thank God that things had worked out so well. Not only had Mandy been unfazed by my parents' mandate to cease relations, but now I had orders to continue visiting her, and I had to obey. Not only had the situation diffused itself, but it was out of my hands now anyway. When I got back home, I breezed through my homework, then took a towel out onto the backyard. Lying down on it, I relaxed and loosened up, drinking in the pleasant sun. For the rest of the day, I alternated between reading and playing video games, and Mandy gradually slipped my mind. The next day, I woke up with the unpleasant feeling that I was late for something. Then, with a laugh, I remembered that I was supposed to visit Mandy today. She had not specified a time for my arrival, so I decided that I would go immediately after school and tell my parents that I had been practicing basketball with by friends. It aggrieved me to lie to my parents, but I had to obey Mandy. That afternoon, I knocked on Mandy's door, and, just a few seconds later, the door flung open. I had never seen Mandy looking so excited to see me. "Come in, come in," she hastily greeted. "How are you feeling, Noah?" "I feel... relaxed..." "Awesome!" she beamed. "Now come on, I want to play more of that game." I did not remember playing the game, but, weirdly, I knew which one she was talking about, and I remembered enjoying it. By now, I had loosened up enough that I had no qualms about doing it again. Mandy- As I watched him sit down and put on the helmet, I had to keep myself from giggling. This was so easy. It was almost like Noah already wanted it. "Input," he mumbled. Sitting down at my laptop, I stretched my fingers and thought carefully about my next move. Noah was acting shy and obedient, but, then again, he always did. The only real sign that something had changed was that he was now putting what I said ahead of his parents. That was a good sign. But where would I go from there? Looking over to my subject, I typed in my 'relax' command again, figuring it couldn't hurt. Then, I thought carefully. The website had warned me against coming on too strongly, or I would either break the programming or break his mind, and that would be awful. Controlling thus guy was one thing; erasing his brain was another. I needed a test. Apprehensively, I disconnected the helmet. "Mandy?" said Noah, almost immediately. "What's wrong?" "You were enjoying that, weren't you, Noah?" "Yeah..." I couldn't help but blush. It was so cute how sad he was to be out of the helmet. "Don't worry," I told him, "I'll turn it back on, but... something just occurred to me. Remember that picnic two days ago? Where I asked you if you'd sin for me if I asked for it? You never answered me." Noah stroked his chin and looked down for a moment, clearly in deep thought. "I really don't know, Mandy," he said. "If you gave the order, I guess I would have to obey you, but... it wouldn't be right." My eyebrows rose. "Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean any offense-" "None taken. I was just curious. Put your helmet back on and we'll get back to the game." The helmet went back on, and I put in the 'relax' command again, then thought carefully. Clearly, he was willing to do what I wanted, but he still hadn't let go of all that 'purity' bullshit he'd been taught in Sunday school. So if I wanted sex, the next step was to get rid of that. Without pressing 'enter,' I typed in: 'Having sex with Mandy is not sinful. Nothing is more holy than pleasing your girlfriend.' "No, no, no," I mumbled, dissatisfied. "That's not going to work. I don't want him getting down on his knees and praying every time we fuck. That would be weird. I need to be more subtle about it. Maybe if I just reword that first half..." 'Anything Mandy asks you to do is not sinful.' "Hmm... that's too long." 'Obeying Mandy is never sinful.' "That's a bit better. Let's try that." I hit 'enter,' then turned to Noah, as though he would exhibit some reaction. Of course, he didn't. "Okay..." I told myself, "what's next?" As I said this, I realized that my next step was to let him go and see what his next hang-up was. After wiping the sweat off my brow, I created a loop with the two commands, 'Obeying Mandy is never sinful' and 'loosen up.' Setting the loop duration for three minutes, I hit 'enter,' then sat back. Noah's face showed something I hadn't seen before. His mouth drooped, and I could see that his eyebrows were raised. Suddenly, I wished that I had thrown in the 'relax' command, too. Nervously, I waited, watching as his expression changed from shock to what was either anger or confusion. Then, to my relief, his eyebrows went back to their usual position, and his mouth curled into a cute little smile. The loop ended, and his time was up. Breathlessly, I closed the program, then took off the helmet. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Okay?" he repeated, sounding dazed. "We... we just played a video game... but why don't I remember any of it?" "That's okay," I assured, "it's normal for your memory to be foggy after playing." "Are you sure this game is safe?" "Yeah... Noah, remember yesterday? When I asked you about that kiss?" "Um... yes." "How you said no?" "Yeah." I struck my most coquettish pose and asked, "Have you changed your mind?" Noah stared blankly at me, uncertainty marring that handsome face. Even so, I could tell that he was thinking very hard. "I... I don't know," he finally hesitated. "Are you asking me to kiss you, or are you telling me to?" This was not what I had expected. "I'm not saying you have to," I desisted. "This isn't a command. But will you do it anyway?" Noah's lower lip curled and he stared uncertainly at me with those pretty eyes. The temptation was written all over his face. "...no," he finally answered. "I'm sorry, but... it still just feels wrong. You understand that, don't you?" "I do, Noah." To my own surprise, I was being truthful. Noah- Once again, I felt like I had just woken up in the morning, all loosened up. Mandy was shooting me a look I could not decipher, and I was trying to decide whether or not I was certain about where I was. What I did know was that Mandy had asked me a hard question, and I had answered in a way that I knew she would not like. Obeying her was never sinful, but lying to her most certainly was. Mind Editor "I do, Noah," she told me. She hesitated for one long moment, and I sat patiently, sensing that she had something to get off her chest. "I do understand," she said again. "I understand better than you realize." Mandy sat heavily down on her bed. "Mandy?" I asked, "Is something wrong?" "Kind of. Remember what I told you about my father?" I wracked my mind to come up with something about her father, but nothing came. I shook my head innocently. "Well," said Mandy, "he broke up with my mom when I was thirteen. I really didn't take it well. I yelled at him for leaving, and, when he shut me down, I turned around and yelled at my mom for letting him leave. It was a bad time. And when my dad finally did run off, and I was up here, sulking in my room, I just didn't know what to do. All my life, I had loved my family. I had thought that you couldn't live happily without one. And here it was happening right in front of me." "Oh, Mandy, that's horrible!" "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, it was. So I know what you're going through. Your values are changing right now, aren't they?" "Yes... how did you know?" "Lucky guess. My point is, it's an uncomfortable time when you're questioning your own beliefs. I had my time wondering what I would do without a full family, and now here you are, confused about love and sinning and... things. So if you need any help. I'm here." "Thank you, Mandy. I appreciate it. I really do." Mandy let out a guilty smile. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked me. "Sounds good." "Goodbye, Noah. I love you." Hearing this, I froze, then turned around. "You do?" I gasped. She nodded earnestly. "Well... I love you, too, Mandy. And I'll see you tomorrow." With that, we exited her room, then headed downstairs to the front door, where we exchanged a terse goodbye, and I headed home. I had never felt so relaxed... so loosened-up. All the way home, I walked with a spring in my step. Mandy- I sat on my bed, excitedly drumming my fingers against each other. It was a little bit after school, just when Noah was supposed to show up, and I couldn't wait. Making my own personal sex slave out of a bible-thumping drone was one thing. But making one out of a boy who understood me was so much better. There was a knock at the door, and, in an instant, I was there, wearing a dopy grin as Noah and I exchanged enthusiastic greetings. Up in my room, we went through the same ritual we always did. As soon my laptop was hooked up to his mind, I typed in the command I had decided on hours ago: 'You are Mandy's sexual plaything.' It looked right. It was so simple, it looked innocent in its own weird way. For one moment, I hesitated, feeling a flash of guilt, hoping I wasn't doing any damage to Noah. I pressed 'enter' and hoped for the best. This time, Noah didn't show any signs of resistance. He sat there with an expression of blissful stupidity as my machine passed my instruction on to him. I sent in the command a couple more times, then stopped. I decided that he had had enough. If the commands hadn't worked, I could just put him back in the machine. By this time, I probably wouldn't even have to order him. The helmet came off. Noah looked at me like he had never seen me before, and my stomach lurched as I suspected I had made him forget something. Then the look passed, and his confusion melted into a vacant smile. My heart leapt; he was giving me the bedroom eyes. I decided to make my move. Noah- "That was fun, wasn't it?" said Mandy. "I've never played a racing game that felt so relaxing before," I replied, struggling to punch through the mental fog. "It makes me feel... different." "Like a plaything?" That was a strange thing for her to say, but what was even stranger was that she was right. "Yeah..." I realized. "Like a plaything. Like a... er... I don't know if..." "You know what?" she arrested, "don't worry about it. Noah, I think it's time to take this relationship to a new level." "A new level? I don't understand." "A sexier level." All of a sudden, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started working it off. Watching her strip, I didn't know what to think. Part of me wanted to resist- she hadn't given a direct order, so I would not disobeying her- but another part wanted me to loosen up and be her sexual plaything. "Okay," I acquiesced. She stopped. "What?" she protested, "just 'okay?' You know what? I'm going to show you something. But first, turn around." "Okay." Trying to relax, I turned around, then listened to a series of soft brushing noises. "Alright," said Mandy, "turn around." Dutifully, I turned around. In front of me stood Mandy, stark naked. Her dark blonde hair hung behind her back, giving me an unmitigated view of her entire upper torso, from her smooth, well-toned shoulders to her puffy breasts, each tipped with a hard nipple that faced straight forward. Beneath those, her Heavenly waist curved inward, contoured by the hard, straight lines of mighty muscles running up her sides. Farther down, past her modest, athletic hips, her legs framed a hairless vagina, reddened with blood flow and showing the beginnings of moisture. Her legs ran past this down to her feet, accented by muscular bulges centered on her upper and lower legs. "See anything you like?" she purred. "I'm..." I hesitated. "I'm not sure. I mean, this is sinful, but I don't think I'm to blame for this... after all, I am your sexual plaything." "That's right," she smirked. "Now, what do you say to stripping?" "You mean me stripping?" "Uh... yeah? Who else?" "Good point. Um... is that an order?" "No," she coyly dodged, "but I sure would like it." At this, I thought for a moment. She was not giving me an order, but she had made it perfectly clear that she wanted to see me nude. Earlier, I would have balked at the idea, but, now that I was her sexual plaything, I decided that I ought to loosen up and strip for her. "Okay," I said, standing up, "I'll do it." Mandy- I couldn't believe my luck. With a grin, I sat back and watched as Noah stood up and looked down over his body, then back to me. He blushed. "Go on," I prodded. Before he could hesitate again, he pulled his arms in through his sleeves and awkwardly worked off his shirt, slowly revealing one inch of that delicious body after another. When he had the collar more than a few feet above his head, he hesitated. "You know what?" I interjected, "let me help you with that." Standing up, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up off of him, revealing that handsome face, set in an expression of adorable bafflement. "You know what comes next," I grinned, as I started to undo his belt. With gentle hands, he helped me pull the belt away, then set it gently on the bed behind him. Then, I brought my hands up to the waistline of his pants and slipped my hands under his underpants. In one brisk motion, I brought the rest of his clothes down around his ankles, then stepped back and enjoyed the view. His cock looked great. Nice and thick, straight as an arrow and evenly colored, it was just like the rest of him; smooth and sweet. "Awesome," I purred. "Alright, now get on the bed, face up." "Okay." With a little spring in his step, he headed over to the bed and stretched himself out on it, looking nervous but intent. When he finished, he looked expectantly at me. "Now what?" he innocently asked. "What do you think?" I giggled. "You're going to have sex with me?" "Smart boy." "Wait- will you be okay? What if you get pregnant?" "Aw, that's sweet- you're worried about me. But don't worry. I'm on the pill." I straddled him and felt for his cock, pressing the clean organ between my hands and giving it a few squeezes, feeling its fleshy firmness. Involuntarily, I licked my lips. "Okay," I instructed, bringing myself up, "just do what comes naturally." At that, I let myself down, feeling the delicious force of his shaft fill me all at once. "Oooooh, fuck..." I huffed. Filled with energy, I bucked furiously up and down, letting out a heavy, gasping moan each time I felt his smooth, round shaft push into me. Under my hands, I could feel his muscular chest tightening and flexing. Opening my eyes, I saw his face flushed and his hands clenched around wrinkles of sheet. Soon, he started to thrust back against me as I bucked, pushing deeper and deeper into me and making me spasm with pleasure. Inside me, I could feel him getting tighter and tighter. His expression got strained and his pumping became ragged and uneven. Then a rippling moan hissed through him. The next moment, he erupted, sending waves of his viscous seed surging up into me. I stopped moving and screwed up my face, feeling his fluid slather my love tunnel. For a few more moments, he stayed stiff, then he began to soften. Reluctantly, I lifted myself off of him, feeling one last little surge of pleasure as his manhood reluctantly dislodged from me. "Fuck, that was good." "Did you like it?" "Oh yeah, it was. That was so fuckin' good." "Oh, wonderful!" Seeing his face light up with that same innocent delight, I could not help but smile. He shuffled to the edge of the bed, setting one foot on the floor. "Not yet," I forbade. We're not done." "We're not?" He glanced helplessly down at his spent manhood, then up to me. "What do I do?" he implored. Sitting back, I thought for a moment, my eyes running over every inch of his beautiful body, naked and stretched out for me. I couldn't even count how many hours I had spent masturbating, thinking of all the things I would do with him once I had him. And now that I actually did have him, I couldn't decide what to do first. "Get your tongue ready," I finally decided. "You're going to lick me." "Lick you where?" "Take a guess, pretty boy." His eyes traveled up and down my body, and he shrugged with genuine ignorance. Giggling, I walked up his body until my pussy was inches above his mouth, then parted my lips with my fingers. "Here's a hint," I told him. "Your vagina?" "What do you think? What, were you born yesterday?" "No, I've just never done this before. I really don't want to have sex until I marry. You're different, of course; I'm your sexual plaything." "You sure are. Now get to it." Carefully, Noah brought his head up and extended his tongue, touching his wet, warm tip to my sensitive flesh. Feeling him, I quivered with pleasure, then clamped my hands down on his shoulders and breathed, "More!" Obediently, he quickened his pace, passing his tongue over my softness with eager speed, then, just as I was about to tell him to go deeper, he got creative. First, he swirled his tongue around my entrance, then he pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, then he would tease me with a few gentle flicks near the clit before bringing up his lips and sucking on me. That sent me over the edge. My eyes closed, my mouth shot open and I moaned for a solid four seconds while I gushed. When I finally had my senses back, I looked down saw his cute little face staring hopefully up at me, soaked with my juices. Smirking, I brushed them away, scooted back, then leaned down and kissed him. "Nice job," I told him. "Very nice job. Now use your fingers." This time, he didn't hesitate, and he didn't ask some dumbass question. He repositioned himself slightly, then stuck his right index finger up into me, followed by his middle finger, then his ring finger. His digits flexed around inside me, drawing arcs of pleasure as they slid and pressed against the walls of my pussy, and I let out a long, low moan. Before I knew it, I came. Waves of sensuality rushed through me, I stiffened up and soaked Noah again. Exhausted, I slumped down next to him and wrapped my arms around his firm, smooth, warm chest. He didn't resist. Instead, he just put his hand on mine. "You're a good fucktoy, Noah, you know that?" "Thank you, Mandy. I do what I can." "That's all the sex I want for one day, but you're coming back tomorrow, got it?" "Okay. Can I use your shower?" "Only if I get to watch." "Of course!" As I sat in the bathroom, watching Noah's hands run all up and down his beautiful body, I grinned to myself; Noah wasn't just letting me bed him now. His sex belonged to me. He was my slave. My toy. My plaything. And I wouldn't have it any other way.