Katrina Finds She's Unlocked Insights

Katrina had barely even thought it. A simple, offhand thought.

Just what could Britt imagine now?

It was a mental sucker punch. A torrential flash flood of images, sensations and scenarios, real and dreamed.

Katrina experienced Britt losing her virginity in high school in the back of a Pontiac Sunfire, a drunken stunt she was coaxed into by her friend’s brother as they were driving her between parties.

No sooner than they’d parked had Britt experienced her first threesome, making it up to the friend who was initially annoyed their brother had gone and fucked her. Britt instigating the threesome in an attempt to not only cool heads, but keep the party going.

It started with just the three of them in a dark driveway, soon though the party was migrating to watch. Britt thrived on the people egging her on, their attention, the disbelief, the obvious shock of the act.

Katrina didn’t experience the slight regret Britt lived through after, the encounter ultimately fueling a reputation as the sluttiest girl in school. A title Britt reinforced in spite, and owned into college. Ultimately concealing how intelligent she really was.

Repeated sexual propositions to teachers for shock value. Some fantasies of even fucking for grades before her class, or performing with Ms. Schaer the Geography teacher all the boys talked about. The class watching awestruck as she was put in her place for confusing longitude and latitude again.

Statements of career goals to be an escort or pornstar in career studies, demonstrating the slight difference in the careers on teacher and classmates alike in a class presentation.

There was fulfillment of a promise in senior year. Britt massaging load after load of cum across her chest while chastising the guys. “Is that it? I thought you were champions. Can’t even keep hard after jerking off on some titties.”

All too many nights of partying, fucking, publicly, threesomes, foursomes. Live sex shows on an Amsterdam trip, the fantasies of having been part of such a show, or displaying herself in a window of the redlight district.

It was a strange fetish Katrina had never even considered or thought of. She didn’t personally enjoy the feel of cum sprayed across her. Or rather Katrina hadn’t. Britt’s personal cum fetish imprinting on Katrina as the earrings allowed her to listen in on Britt’s thoughts and memories. Her chest felt warm and pleasurable, the idea of rubbing hot cum across her body like some sort of moisturizer growing with each fantasy and experience Britt had that the earrings pulled out of her.

Suddenly Katrina caught her breath. Britt was there next to her with a questioning look. “Are you okay? It was like you zoned out for a second. Your breathing got weird, your face and neck are really red…”

“Uh yeah… Yeah I’m fine.” Katrina breathed a heavy sigh of relief, her mind racing and body tingling with arousal as she slowly raised her cup in shaky hands and took a sip of the coffee. "Just a strange flash."

Breathing deeply Katrina steadied herself as Britt excused herself from their exchange.

Glancing around Katrina finally felt aware of just what she heard earlier from Shae. Contemplating the gift Katrina felt something inherently not right about being able to invade people's thoughts and memories… While considering the benefits of doing so.

Seeing Arthur bent over Geoff's desk talking about something Katrina considered trying it one more time.