Neither Really

Dave looks at Maggie. She's so nice and, while he isn't sure he wants to share his newfound power, he doesn't want to enslave her. What he finds attractive about her would evaporate if she became his willing ****. Instead he decides to try a different tack.

"Are you parent's home Maggie?"

"No" she says looking worried that it might be them he wants.

"Then may I come inside" Dave asks using the wishbone to increase her attraction to him enough to over-ride her fear of her parent's reaction to finding she was alone with a man.

"Of course" she says, moving back to allow him entrance.

The Simmons house is a very stylish neo-Victorian place. All the furniture is also antique, or at least antique looking. Stepping inside Dave feels as if he has traveled back 100 years.

"So would you like something to drink?" Maggie asks.

"What have you got?"

"Cordial? Lemonade? Fruit Juice?"

"Anything stronger?"

"We have a little wine. White or Red?"

"White, and why don't you join me?" says Dave insuring she will with the bone.

"Maybe just one," says Maggie "I'm not that used to ****, it goes straight to me head."

The two sit down and begin to drink slowly. Dave asks about school, Maggie asks about work and then apologizes when she finds out Dave was just fired. Slowly Dave brings the conversation around to talking about Maggie and what she likes. She tells him that she enjoys reading and writing and wants to be an author.

"Really? Have you written anything?" he asks.

"Oh yes, I have a few things up in my room"

"Why don't we go up there and I?ll have a look at them"

Normally this is where Maggie would insist on getting the writing herself or would withdraw when faced with the possibility of having him in her room. However Dave has the bone and has made Maggie think that her slightly **** state makes a great excuse for inviting him to her room. If anyone (including her conscience) asks she can claim she was drunk.

"Sure," she says "follow me"

Maggie's room is, like the rest of the house, something out of the beginning of the last century, Her bed looks old and sturdy (and could probably take a fair about of 'punishment' Dave thinks to himself smiling) and her furniture is also turn of the last century in design. Maggie goes over to a draw in her desk and begins to rifle through it.

Pick something erotic if you have anything Dave orders her mentally It might clue me into why you really invited me up here

Maggie continues to search and Dave sits down on the bed to watch her. Her arse is small and tight, just like the rest of her and he wonders what it would be like to touch it. Maybe he could make her let him ...

"Here it is" Maggie announces standing up. Unfortunately she does so too fast and the **** makes her dizzy. She falls backward, right into Dave's lap. He gets more of a feel of her tight little ass than he bargained for as it rubs against his groin.

"Whoops" says Maggie and then looks at Dave's face, now so close to hers and, without any warning reaches out to draw his face to hers for a kiss. Dave doesn't resist, even as her glasses bump against his nose.

Suddenly Maggie seems to realize what she is doing and pulls back. "Oh … I'm sorry ... I … Oh" she attempts to stand up.

Dave puts his arm across her waist to stop her standing "Don't apologise" he says "That was definitely a two way kiss. I was just as into it as you were."

"Really" she says settling back onto Dave's lap again.

"Of course, I would have said something about your glasses otherwise. Any guy who ignores metal and glass pushing against his face is serious about a kiss."

Maggie blushes and begins to take off her glasses.

"No leave them on, for now." says Dave "You need them to read, right?"

"Yes." says Maggie looking disappointed.

"Well I came up here to read one of your writings, but why don't you read me some instead."

Maggie knows what she has in her hand and she gets a naughty look. After she reads him this little piece Dave will want her to take off more than her glasses.

As Maggie begins to read her little piece of erotica Dave puts his hand around the bone and wishes that she would vividly imagine herself in the female lead role and him in the male lead.