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Gerald could hear Elizabeth trying to decide what she should say. He knew what she wanted him to do to her, and he would have been quite happy to do it, but he also knew that she felt asking him for what she really wanted would make her feel like a **** slut, and not only did she not want to come off like that but she had created an idealized mental image of him that said he wouldn't be attracted to a girl like that. Gerald decided to help her with her mental disquiet. Ask him to give you a neck rub he sent to her it's innocent enough and it will allow you to feel his hands on you again

"... you could, perhaps, give me a neck rub." Said Elizabeth "That might help... you know ... if you want to…"

"Of course" said Gerald, attempting not to smile too knowingly "Just turn over on your front"

Elizabeth did as she was asked and as she lay face down on his pillow Gerald sent You can smell Gerald's scent even more now and it's turning you on. He watched her neck become a little more pink and then sat down next to her, reached out and began to massage her neck and shoulders. He was about to increase her arousal at his touch, then discovered that she was doing fine on her own. He found that, now that he was touching her, he could not only hear but see what she was thinking. She was imagining them both naked, his body far better sculpted than in reality. In her fantasy he was touching more than her neck and she could see that he was obviously becoming as turned on as her. He allowed her to enjoy her daydream for a while, as he massaged her neck, enjoying it along with her, until 'Fantasy Gerald' opened 'Fantasy Elizabeth's' legs and slid his erect cock inside her.

"You're very tight" 'real' Gerald said.

"Yes…" said Elizabeth, then suddenly waking from her reverie "... sorry, what?"

"Sorry" said Gerald "I said you muscles are very tight. In your neck and your back. You know, I've done a bit of physiotherapy at Uni. If you want I could try to loosen you up."

"Um... O.k." said Elizabeth who was blushing with both arousal and embarrassment.

"You'll need to take your shirt off if I'm going to do this properly" said Gerald.

"Umm…" said Elizabeth and Gerald sensed that, despite her fantasy, Elizabeth was really uncomfortable with the idea of taking her clothes off in front of him. He felt that she was afraid that seeing her body would make her less attractive to him. He wondered why she would think taking off her shirt would make her 'less' attractive. -Gerald will see my appendix scar.- he heard her think 'And he might see that I wear a push-up bra to make my breasts look bigger and …-

He won't care thought Gerald And if he does he's not worth worrying about. Any guy who cares about that stuff isn't worthy of you.

Elizabeth blinked. " … O.k." she said, turned over and began to unbutton her shirt. As she did Gerald tried to work out what she had been worried about and couldn't. Her breasts, while not huge, were a nice size and bigger than his sisters and as she undid her last button and pulled off her shirt Gerald was only just able to make out a pale little scar, which was nowhere near as gross and disgusting as Elizabeth seemed to think. He caught her looking at her and he felt her fear rise.

"Sorry … um" he said while simultaneously sending waves of reassurance along with the repeated message He's attracted to you to quash her thoughts that he found her gross.

As she turned back over Gerald could feel that she was confused. She felt that he should be repulsed by her, but was sure he found her attractive. He reached up and began to massage her shoulders and as he did he used his ability to oppose all the negative thoughts about herself that this mental conflict had aroused.

-My scar …- she thought

...is almost invisible, he won't have seen it unless he was looking. he countered

-My breasts ...- she thought

are perfect he countered so full and firm. He probably wants to squeeze them like he is your shoulders and suck them and ...

-My glasses make me look …-

... so sophisticated, mature and intelligent. If you weren't in your uniform he would have thought you were a college girl. He probably thinks you should be. And so he continued, quashing all her negative thoughts with his positive ones.

Eventually Elizabeth's poor self image had no-more to say. Gerald wasn't sure it was dead, but it was sleeping, and Elizabeth was feeling more attractive and sexy than she had in a long time. He could also feel how aroused she was becoming as her estimation of her chances with Gerald increased with her self image. He therefore sent waves of calm at her keeping her too relaxed to act on her desires.

"Would you mind if I unclipped your bra?" he asked.

"No. You can take it off if you want" she said and Gerald smiled at the fact that she no-longer seemed worried about him finding out it was a push-up bra.

"That ... um ... that won't be necessary" he said pretending the idea had flustered him. He was amused, when he touched her after undoing it, to see a picture in Elizabeth's mind of her taking it off and he being so overwhelmed by the sight of her breasts that he began to squeeze and lick them.

He massaged her back and then worked his way down to her waist, keeping her both relaxed and aroused. "I need to massage your coccyx" he said "Do you mind if I take off you skirt and pull your panties down a little?" He felt a wave of hope and desire wash over him as he made the suggestion.

"O-O.k." she stammered.

He unclipped her skirt. Her white panties outlined her beautiful ass perfectly. He slid them down until he could see the top of her butt. He then put his finger on her tail-bone and began to run his finger over it. It would have done nothing were he not using his power. As it was Elizabeth suddenly felt as if her entire body was vibrating with pleasure, as if an orgasm had been spread over her entire body instead of being focused in her sex. The feeling began to grow in intensity until Elizabeth felt as if she were swimming in a sea of pleasure. Just then she felt Gerald's hand reach between her legs and touch hot, wet, aching pussy through her panties. The effect was immediate as all the pleasure she had been feeling rushed to the point he had touched and exploded in the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

As her body stopped shaking she realized that she had stuffed a pillow in her mouth to keep from screaming. She also realized that she was naked apart from a pair of sodden panties. She turned over and looked at Gerald who was looking at her body the way she had always wanted him to.

"So…" he asked "feeling better?"

"Yes" she said.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Yes"