Playing videogames with Janice.

Emira would probably be fine without you and besides, it’s nothing your powers of hypnosis can’t solve, right? You would have to remember to send her a text later and implant the suggestion that she retain all of the information she studies.

“You’re on!” You reply to Janice’s challenge. After finishing up, you chat about random nonsense for a bit more. Soon after, the two of you walk back to the school and take the late-bus back to your house.

“Are you ready John?”

“Ready for what?”

“To get shit on like you do every time we play Beat Street?” You laugh with Janice as you both walk through the front door, tossing your school bags to the side with a loud thud. You call out to see if your mother is home but don’t receive an answer. Excellent, no distractions!

Making your way to the kitchen first, you fix yourselves some soda first and talk about upcoming Dungeons and Dragons sessions. It’s a conversation filled with memes and pop culture references, so you know it’s good. Finally, you find yourselves seated in front of the TV with your console loading up the game.

“So our usual wager?” You ask Janice vaguely as she shoots you a quizzical glance. Time for some fun! For you anyway, as always. “Remember? You always bet that whoever wins has to get naked.”

“Oh yeah! That’s so weird I forgot…” Well, if there was ever a reason to throw a game, it was right the fuck now. You both select your characters (you always like picking the girl with the huge bouncing tits, even if the distraction makes you play worse…) and start playing. At first, you try to take it easy so it doesn’t look like you’re losing on purpose, but Janice quickly started demolishing you in every which way possible. By the end, you’re struggling to even damage her as she jumps around and teases you. “Haha! Can you hit me? Can ya? Huh? Can ya hit me?”

“God damn, button-mashing- bitch-always fuckin’…” You mutter angrily.

“What was that? Sounds like your bitch-ass lost and I get stark naked!” Any rage you had over Janice’s clearly underhanded and illegal game play dissipated as you heard that strange string of words. In the heat of trying to stave off defeat, you had very temporarily forgotten your hypnotic instructions. You could only watch in awe as your best friend since middle-school grabbed the hem of her shirt and completely exemplified the concept of “grinning and baring it”. A tent was rising in your pants as she pulled her top off, revealing her small bra-clad boobs.

You had only seen them one time by accident when Janice was changing in the other room. A sliver of vision through the crack of the door was all you needed to see her cute breasts, providing plenty of jack-off material for years to come. Now here she was, under your mind control and completely oblivious to the fact that it was so taboo to strip naked in front of you. Next to fall were her tight blue shorts and you barely conceal a moan rising in your throat when Janice’s turns around and wiggles her incredible ass, shimmying her bottoms right off. In a quick flourish, her panties and bra disappear from her body and you drink in her naked form: absolutely perfect.

“Hello? Did your brain turn off John? Are we playing again or what?” Janice poked you in the forehead, turning your vision from her tight pussy back up to her smirking face. It seemed that as an extension of your hypnosis, she didn’t believe that being naked in front of you (and your awkward gawking) was weird! “Jeez, it’s like you’ve never seen my tits or pussy before.”

“Erm, yeah, yeah… but how about if I win this next one, you buy pizza for dinner. If you win, you, um… give me a blowjob and I’ll order pizza?” You ask, obviously making sure to pad your words with a bit of your bracelet’s mind control power.

“You’re on!” Janice exclaimed, selecting her next character. Okay, now you were really incentivized to lose. Still, you give it your all, but get absolutely crushed. You would later tell yourself it was her jiggling tits that distracted you, not to mention that sweet, pleading slit between her legs. As she landed the killing blow, Janice gave a triumphant cheer and turned to face you. “Alright, get that dick out! I get to suck it!”

“Yep, you won fair and square, hold on a sec’... I’ll order that pizza for us.” After dialing, you look up into the air as you start to think about what you’ll be ordering when you hear the employee answer. A slight sensation down below tells you that your naked female friend is currently trying to undo your pants. You couldn’t believe that after all these years, Janice would finally be sucking you off.

“Hey, yeah, I’d like to order a-hah, Jesus!” You glance down and see the magnificent sight of Janice already enthusiastically slurping down your cock. Your man meat is jammed into the side of her cheek as she swabs her tongue along the shaft, licking gently inside her mouth. Grabbing handful of that perfect ass, you continue ordering.

“Ugh, yeah, that’s a medium pepperoni with green pepper… Shit, you’re going so deep!” You groan while your shaking hand desperately holds your hypnotized friend’s hair. Janice wasn’t particularly skilled at giving you a blowjob, but you appreciated her gusto nonetheless and you certainly appreciated her tight young throat trying to take the length of your dick.

Gack! Gack! Gack!

“Huh? What did I say? Don’t worry about it. Yeah, my address…” While you confirm the order, Janice takes to working the head of your cock. Her pillowy pink lips form a tight suction around the tip of your dick and you feel her head bobbing rapidly while her warm wet tongue flicks forward wildly. “Alright, the pizza will be here in like, 20 minutes.” You toss your phone to the side as Janice happily continues to service your cock, slurping and licking on it like a popsicle.

Feeling that familiar twinge in your testicles, you give no notice as you unload down Janice’s throat without warning. After roughly grabbing her pretty head and forcing it down, her throat desperately tries to keep you out but you succeed in shooting thick wads of fresh spunk directly into her stomach. Keeping her against your crotch while you ejaculate, you don’t let go until you feel a weak tapping against your thigh, signaling that your female friend needed some air.

“Holy shit dude, that was a big load!” Janice marveled after a coughing fit, her tears and make-up streaming down her face despite the smile she wore. She seemed to be genuinely happy with making you nut inside her perfect mouth. “So, best three out of five?”