Psi A Lent Knight
Even though it was expected, I couldn’t help but jump at the knock at my door. “Who is it?” I called out.
“It’s Allen,” came the voice from the other side of the door. “Tanya’s boyfriend.”
I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and in the next instant, I was pulling the door open. “Come in,” I told him. “Come in.”
“I understand you’ve got a problem,” Allen said.
I couldn’t help but look at Allen. I’d never met him before so this was my first time seeing him but Allen was a big guy. Of course, since I’m only 5′4, okay more like 5′3 ½, almost any guy standing next to me is a big guy but Allen would have been a big guy even if I’d been a bit taller. He seemed to tower over me and for what I needed, Allen was just the kind of guy I wanted. “You could say that,” I told him.
“Tanya said you’ve got a boyfriend problem?”
“Yeah, I do except the guy’s not my boyfriend. I got this guy and he’s totally into me and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to make him go away.”
“Okay?”
“So the other day, I find out this guy knows where I live because he sends me flowers and I tell him that he can’t do that, and then like out of nowhere, I tell him I’ve got a boyfriend and he’s really jealous and I think somehow that that would be enough to make him go away.”
“You’d think it would,” Allen said.
“Yeah, you’d think, but it doesn’t. This guy just tells me that he could be a better boyfriend and that he’d never be jealous of me and then he tells me he wants to meet my boyfriend and of course, I’m like no way to that but he keeps insisting.”
“Sounds like he doesn’t know when to pack it in.”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t, but I figure I’m screwed. I mean, he’s called my bluff and he’s even saying he wants to meet my boyfriend, and okay, I know I could get a restraining order or something if I had to, but I don’t want to do that if I don’t have to so I just figured that I was going to have to think of something else, but then Tanya and I were talking and Tanya suggested that maybe she could loan me you.”
“Ah, I see.”
“So I told the Mike, that’s the guy, I told him that he could come over just this once and meet my boyfriend and he said he would.”
Allen grinned. “You want me to put the fear of God into him, I take it.”
“Something like that.”
“So how do you want me to play it?”
“What do you mean?”
Allen grinned again. “How do you want me to play it? Do want me to be jealous and possessive? Or do you want me to be just some normal guy?”
I already knew I liked Allen. I could tell from the twinkle in his eye that he totally got what we were trying to do and he was totally down with it. “I think just normal,” I said with a grin. “We wouldn’t want him to think he needs to somehow rescue me from you, you know.”
“He might think that way anyway, you know.”
“Yeah,” I said glumly. There was that. I was just hoping that maybe I could just get Mike to go away.
I was looking at Allen again and I did something I’ve done with almost every person I’ve ever met ever since I discovered I could do it. I don’t even have a name for what it is, but if I just push just right, I can get inside their minds.
I couldn’t believe it. All it took was just the lightest of touches and I was in. It was so easy in fact, that I almost doubted I was actually there but I was. I was inside his mind and it was a heady feeling. Everyone it seems has some level of defense and there are some minds I can’t get into no matter how hard I tried. Mike’s was like that. I would have loved to have gotten in there just so I could put a thought in his head that would make him go away but I couldn’t.
But Allen’s mind. It was almost like he wanted me inside there and that was so hot. I’m not proud of what happened next, but as long as I was there ...
To me, a mind is like a room. I can walk around in the room but I can’t touch anything. If something’s out in the open, I can see it. If it’s not out in the open, I can’t. But what I can do when I get inside a person’s head is I can leave something behind. That’s what I did with Allen. I left a thought behind and then I left.
Like I said, I wasn’t proud of what I did. I mean, he’d come here to help and Tanya was my friend. I shouldn’t have done what I did and while I could make the excuse that it was just so hot having his mind as open as it was to me, that still didn’t justify what I did.
“So what time’s this guy supposed to be here?” Allen asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“What do you want to do until then?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You got any ideas?”
I was betting he definitely had some ideas and I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to come up with.
“I dunno. I guess we could watch some TV or something.”
TV? That was hardly what I expected him to say. “I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t feel like TV. You got anything else we could do?”
“Well, there’s always music or something.”
Music. What the hell was this guy talking about? “I’m not in the mood for that either,” I said.
“Well we got to do something,” he said.
All right. Now we were getting somewhere. “You’re right,” I said. “We got to do something.”
“You got any DVDs?”
Again with the TV? What the hell was the matter with this guy? Didn’t he get it?
Maybe that was the problem, I thought. Maybe he didn’t get it. It had all been so easy before. Maybe that was the problem and there was one way to rectify that.
Once again, I was back inside his mind.
It’s weird what the mind does with what I’ve left behind. It’s almost as if as soon as I leave, it starts to compartmentalize what was left behind, to process it and put it away where it thinks it should go. Sometimes when I re-enter a mind, sometimes the thought that I’ve left behind is nowhere to be found but I know it’s there somewhere.
The thought that I’d left in Allen’s mind was right where I’d left it. From the way he was acting, I’d almost begun to wonder about it but to be honest, it looked as if the thought hadn’t even been touched.
I began to wonder if I was really even in his mind. I’d never gotten into a mind as easily as that before. Maybe I wasn’t really where I thought I was.
What was needed was a test and as soon as I thought about it, I knew what was needed.
Once more, I withdrew from his mind.
“So what about it?” he was asking.
“What about what?”
“You got any DVDs we could watch,” and then he did what I expected him to do. He rubbed the back of his hand.
“I don’t know. They’re over there,” I said with a wave of my hand. “You can take a look if you want.”
He went over to the DVD stand still rubbing the back of his hand.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“Your hand,” I said. “You seem to be rubbing it.”
“Oh this,” he said easily. “It’s nothing. Just something itching or something.”
I nodded but I was elated. That was exactly what I’d wanted him to say so while he looked at my DVDs, I once more slipped inside his mind.
First things first, I told myself. Let’s turn off the need to scratch his hand. That thought had done its work and now that that was done, I was back to the original thought. Why wasn’t he reacting to that?
I examined the thought.
When I’m in another person’s mind, a thought has substance. It exists. It’s tangible but more than that, I can look at a thought and I can tell if it’s something that I put there or if it’s come from somewhere else.
My initial inspection revealed something interesting. Unlike what I’d thought before, the thought that I’d put in his mind hadn’t been left alone. In fact, I could see where his mind had touched it and I could see what he was trying to do to it and as I saw these things, I thought I saw why he hadn’t reacted to it.
In point of fact, he had reacted to it and even as I watched, I could see him trying to conceal it. Even now, he was trying to get rid of that thought but try as he might, that thought just wouldn’t go away.
I supposed that if he tried hard enough, in time, he could bury that thought so far down that he might be able to hide it even from himself. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t about to let that happen.
The first thing I wanted was to reinforce the thought, so I created another thought, one that fed off the first one, and then I backed away. Let’s see how he handled that, I thought.
“You’ve ... um, you’ve got a lot of titles here,” Allen was saying.
“I came over to where he was standing. Now that I knew what he was thinking, it was just a little more obvious what he was doing. “I’m an eclectic kind of girl,” I said. “I have all kinds of different interests.”
“I can see that.”
“Speaking of interests, just out of curiosity, mind you, but I’m curious. What do you like?”
“I like all kinds of things,” I said.
“Like what?”
I supposed I could have strung him along. His reaction, after all, was totally predictable, but I didn’t feel like stringing him along. I guess I was kind of impatient. “I like to watch porn,” I said.
“Wh-what?”
“I like to watch porn,” I said again.
I didn’t have to be in Allen’s mind to know that he was a bit taken aback by what I’d said. “You ... you’re not the way I pictured you,” he stammered.
“Why?”
“It’s just from what Tanya said, I mean ... she said you were a good girl.”
“I am a good girl,” I said.
“But—”
“But what? Are you telling me a good girl can’t like porn, too?”
“No, I mean, I didn’t think—”
“What’s the matter? Don’t you think girls should watch porn?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Or maybe it’s just that you have trouble seeing me in a sexual role. Is that it? Do you have trouble seeing me having sex?”
Allen didn’t say anything but then he didn’t have to. I already knew the answer. He was trying very hard to keep from picturing me that way. That was why he was trying to ignore the thought in his mind.
Once more, I popped inside his head. If it had been easy before, now, it was so easy that it was almost as if he was welcoming me inside and it was so easy to put that thought inside his mind. He wanted to see me naked, the thought said. He wanted to see me naked.
“Do you watch porns?” I asked.
“I, um, I ... no.”
“You should,” I said. “It always makes me so hot.”
“Do you, um, do you ... do you have any pornos we could watch?”
“Allen,” I said in mock shock. “What are you saying to me? Are you saying you want to see me naked. What would Tanya say? That is so wrong? I can’t believe you’d even suggest it.”
“I’m sorry. I ... I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t ... don’t tell Tanya, okay?”
“I guess we can keep it between ourselves. After all, I don’t think she’d be at all happy with either one of us if she knew what you’d said but just to be on the safe side, maybe we should change the subject.”
I’m sure Allen would have agreed with that if I’d let him agree but even as I was making the suggestion, I was once more between his ears and I was telling his mind what I wanted him to think.
“Sure,” he agreed even though I knew what he was thinking. “We can change the subject if you want but I didn’t really mean anything by it. Honest.”
“Well, okay,” I said.
“So, um, so how long have you been watching pornos.”
I smiled at how quickly we’d come back to the subject. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about this,” I said.
“I thought you said we could.”
“Oh, all right. Just as long as we don’t do anything that’s ... you know, wrong.”
“Yeah sure,” Allen easily agreed. “We won’t do anything wrong.”
“So you wanted to know how long I been doing it?”
Allen nodded.
“Ever since I was eighteen,” I lied. “Me and a bunch of girls, we got some videos. We’d heard some of the boys talking about them and we just wanted to see what the boys were watching.”
That last part at least was true.
“The other girls. they all thought it was stupid, but me, I liked to imagine myself in the role of the girls in the movies. Do you ... do you ever put yourself in the role of the guys when you watch a porn?”
“I haven’t watched that many,” Allen said.
I nodded. “I can see that,” I said. “You don’t have to watch it when you’re getting it for real, right?”
“I ... I—”
“I’ll bet you’re fucking every night,” I said.
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“You wouldn’t say what?”
“I wouldn’t say I was fucking every night.”
“Oh come on. A big, strong man like you. You say you’re not fucking Tanya every single night? Come on.”
Allen shook his head. “Nope. ‘Fraid not. That’s not the way it works.”
I just shook my head as if I couldn’t believe I was hearing what I was hearing. “If it were me,” I said, “we’d be fucking all the time,” and even as I said that, I made sure that image was firmly in his mind.
“Maybe it should be you.”
“What?” I asked. “What’s that?”
“Nothing.”
“It didn’t sound like nothing to me. What’d you say?”
He hesitated but I knew there was nothing that was going to stop him from saying it again. “Maybe it should be you,” he said again.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He suddenly realized what he’d said and rationality returned to him. “Let’s just forget it,” he said. “Bad idea.”
Of course, I wasn’t going to let him forget it. Once more, I was back inside his mind and I was making him want to repeat it.
“I don’t want to forget it,” I said. “I want to know what you said.”
“I said maybe it should be you.”
“Are you saying you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“So you want to see me naked?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do.”
“But what about Tanya?”
Allen pulled back. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Yeah. We can’t do that.”
“We shouldn’t do that,” I corrected him even as I gave his mind just the slightest of nudges.
“Yeah. We shouldn’t do that.”
“But you want to do that.”
“Yeah, I want to do it.”
I loved the way his words were just echoing mine. It didn’t always happen this way, but he was just so easy to push around. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“You want to get your cock in my tight, little pussy.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“Yeah. I want to get my cock in your tight, little pussy.”
“That’s better, Allen. You always need to tell me what you want. There are no secrets between us.”
“Yeah. There are no secrets between us.”
“Do you want to show me your cock, Allen?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you do, but what would Tanya think?”
He hesitated. It was hardly a surprise. After all, you didn’t always get it right the first time around but I didn’t want him to hesitate. Once more, I slipped inside his mind. Once more, I left something new for him to think about.
“You’re right,” he was saying. “Maybe we should stop. It wouldn’t be fair to Tanya.”
“Of course, one must think about what’s fair to oneself, too.”
Allen didn’t say anything to that.
“It’s not fair if Tanya holds you back.”
“She’s not holding me back. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Of course she is and I’m glad to hear you say it. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but still, even if she’s not doing anything herself, she’s still holding you back and that’s no fair is it?”
“No.”
“She’s holding you back.”
“She’s holding me back.”
“So do you want to show me your cock, Allen?”
“Yes.”
“But what would Tanya think?”
“She’d be mad but I can’t let her hold me back.”
“You want to show me your cock.”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you take your pants off, Allen.”
Allen wasn’t objecting. Not anymore, he wasn’t. He just kicked off his shoes and he lowered his jeans and he was about to take his underwear down before I stopped him.
“Don’t,” I told him. “Let me do it.”
“Let you do it?”
“You can go ahead and take your shirt off but I want to take your underwear down.”
There wasn’t even the hint of an objection. He just accepted what I’d told him to do and he took off his shirt.
Now, it was my turn. I ran my hand over the front of his underwear. “Tell me. Do you have a big cock for me?”
Allen nodded.
“It’s all mine, isn’t it? It’s just for me. No one else gets this cock but me.”
“No one but you.”
“Not even Tanya. She doesn’t get this cock. Not anymore she doesn’t.”
Allen nodded. “Not Tanya,” he agreed.
“Do you want to see my body, Allen?”
The boy gulped but then he nodded.
“How about I take off my shirt,” I said.
Allen nodded.
I took off my shirt. “How about the jeans next, Allen? Do you think I should take off my jeans?”
Again, Allen nodded.
Off came my shoes and then off came my jeans. “Look at me, Allen. You’ve got me down to my bra and my panties. What do you think? Should I take those off, too?”
Allen gulped but I knew what he was thinking. He didn’t just want to see me naked. He needed to see me naked, so he nodded, and ...
And off came my bra, and then finally, off came my panties.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“I want to fuck you.”
Finally! That original thought, the one I’d put there when he’d first walked into my apartment, finally that thought was coming into play. “Say it again,” I said.
“I want to fuck you.”
If what I was feeling through the front of his underwear was any indication, his cock was definitely hard enough. “Let’s see what you got inside here.”
“Let’s,” he said.
That’s all it took. I took his underwear down and then I stroking his cock for real. It felt great. “Sit down on the couch,” I told him.
“What?”
“Sit down.”
“Why?”
“I want to ride you,” I said and even as I did, I once more slipped back inside his mind to make sure he wanted it, too.
I needn’t have worried. He wasn’t straying from the path I’d put him on.
I sat down next to him and once more, my hand found his cock. “I want to feel this inside me,” I said.
“Me, too,” he groaned.
I rolled over onto Allen’s lap. “I want to hear you say something else first,” I said. “I want to hear you tell me you like my tiny, little titties.”
“I ... I—”
Something was blocking him but by now, there was no problem whatsoever getting back inside his mind.
You like my tiny, little titties, my mind told him.
Interesting. His mind actually seemed to be resisting my thought. It was almost like his mind was trying to break the thought down, to make it disappear, to make it go away. I’d never seen that before.
You like my tiny, little titties, my mind told him again.
And once again, his mind seemed to break my thought down. Maybe not as quickly as it had the first time, but it was still doing just what it had done before. What the heck was going on here?
“Allen, do you like my titties?”
“They’re okay.”
Okay! That was it. Just okay? Oh no. That wasn’t going to do. “They’re better than okay.”
Allen nodded but it wasn’t the nod of someone who was agreeing with me.
“Allen. Tell me the truth. Do you like my titties?”
“They’re ... they’re ...”
“You can tell me the truth, Allen. You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.”
Even that didn’t get him to respond, at least he didn’t respond right away but he did respond eventually. “They’re ... they’re kind of small,” he said hesitantly.
“But Allen. You like small titties.”
Allen nodded but you didn’t have to be me to see the truth. He wasn’t saying it because he believed it. He was only saying what he wanted me to hear.
I suppose maybe I should have figured that out before. After all, my friend Tanya was a rather busty girl. Why shouldn’t that be what first attracted Allen to her.
But I didn’t have big titties. Mine were small and they were going to stay that way. “Allen,” I said. “You like little titties.”
He shook his head but even as he did, I was back inside his mind, hitting him with thought after thought after thought. Small titties were the best, my thoughts said. Small titty girls were the cutest girls around. Small titties and big nipples. That was the best. Big, sensitive nipples, that you could suck on. Big nipples stood out so much better on small titty girls. That’s why small titty girls were the best. More than a handful was a waste. Small titty girls were the best.
Almost as quickly as my mind put the thoughts in his head, I could sense his mind trying to swat them away but he wasn’t entirely successful. Some of my thoughts were sticking and as more of my thoughts stuck, it became harder for his mind to fight back against the continuing barrage.
Small titty girls are the best, my mind told him. Big tits are a total turn-off. Small tits are the best. Imagine your mouth sucking on the breast of a small titty girl. Small titty girls are the best.
My thoughts were beginning to stack up in his mind. I could see them there, still largely untouched but at least he wasn’t trying to get rid of them anymore.
There’s nothing better than a small titty girl, my mind said.
Once more, I withdrew from Allen’s mind. I was still sitting in his mind but it was time for the moment of truth. “Allen,” I asked. “Can you tell me something and I want you to tell me the truth.”
“Sure.”
“Are my tits too small?”
He looked at me and then he looked at my chest before looking back at me. “What? Are you crazy? Your tits are perfect.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I was thinking maybe if they were bigger—”
“What? No! You’re not telling me you’re thinking of messing around with these, are you?”
“I was just wondering,” I said.
“Oh no. No, no, no. These are perfect just the way they are. I can’t see why you’d ever want to mess around with them.”
“I guess you’re right,” I said, “but you know how it is. A girl always wants to look good for her man.”
“So you think I’m your man,” Allen said with a smirk.
“Don’t you want to be?”
“Of course, I want that,” Allen said. “I just didn’t know you wanted it and to answer your question, no I wouldn’t change a thing about you and I really wouldn’t change your breasts.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” I said. “Do you wanna know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to feel your cock in my pussy.”
“You want this in here?” Allen asked playfully as he pressed his cock up against my pussy.
I couldn’t help but gasp. “Let me do it,” I said.
“You want to do it?”
“I want to do it,” I said again and just to prove the point, I grabbed his cock and I stroked him against the folds of my wet, little pussy.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s good. We’ll let you do it,” and just think, I didn’t even have to push him at all for that.
I pushed myself a little harder onto him and I couldn’t help but moan. His cock was so big and hard, just the way I’d hoped he’d be. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he groaned.
I pushed myself a little harder. Oh fuck. This cock was going to take some getting used to.
There was only one thing left to do while his mind was distracted by other things. Once more, I slipped inside his head and in a moment, it was done and I was out again.
I pushed myself even harder on his cock. Fuck, he was big. “Am I your girlfriend?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“What about Tanya?”
“Who?”
I smiled as I pushed myself lower still. Oh fuck. That cock was so big. “No one,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. Just keep fucking my pussy.”
“Okay.”
I knew he wasn’t ready but there was something I had to know. “Are you going to cum in my pussy?” I asked.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I had little doubt about that.
I still had to make it up to Tanya but for now, I was just going to enjoy Allen’s cock in my pussy but you know what the weirdest thing was? That guy Mike, he never did come by. Well, that was fine. I had little doubt that whenever he did come by, Allen would be there to set him straight.