A Helping Hand

The two girls made for an odd pair. Megan was an inexpressive and languid Chinese girl whose straight black hair was streaked in blue highlights, while Rachel was a bubbly and passionate dark-skinned blonde ingenue of indeterminate descent. Despite their vastly different personalities, they were inseparable friends throughout most of high school.

As the two grew older, however, Rachel became more and more intent on finding a boyfriend, while Megan failed to develop much romantic or sexual interest, if any at all. Though the former would never admit it, she had been watching embarrassingly copious amounts of porn (of various sexualities), especially when she thought her roommate was asleep. This largely stemmed from her shyness regarding actually approaching a boy to ask on a date, which her closest friend found increasingly depressing. It didn’t help that Rachel was a bit submissive and timid. Although Megan herself was asexual, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her friend’s virginity.

Not very interested in --and sometimes even disgusted by-- what Rachel was watching, Megan decided to put a plug on her friend’s viewing habits once and for all. Her plan? Get Rachel actual sexual experiences and maybe a significant other. For this reason, Megan had taught herself hypnosis, aiming to fulfill at least one of Rachel’s fantasies.

Closing the door behind her as she entered their flat, Megan dangles the golden pocket watch from its chain with her other hand. “Hey Rach, I got you a present.”

Rachel glances up from the couch and smiles cautiously, as the taller girl was fond of playing pranks. “Aw, thanks, but it’s not my birthday yet.”

“I don’t need a reason to give my best friend in the whole world a gift, do I?”

“I guess not...” She’s still somewhat unconvinced.

Megan jangles the watch some more. “I’m hurt,” she says with a straight face and unchanging tone, “I thought you’d appreciate something hypnosis-related. Especially of the erotic variety.”

At this comment, Rachel’s face becomes incredibly red. “W-what are you talking about?”

Expression impassive, the Chinese girl takes a step towards the second floor. “I’ll be in my room.”

“W-wait!”

Megan paused, “Well?”

“I-if you can really do it, hypnotize me, please!” The blonde girl blurts out, her doe eyes ineffective at concealing her excitement.

“Well why didn’t you say so? I see you’re already seated, so just make yourself comfortable.” Megan steps down from the staircase and walks over to where her friend sat.

“Comfortable yet?” Rachel nods in response, eager, though with the nervous anticipation that comes before new experiences.

“Right, let’s start. Take my hand.” Megan extends her free hand, and Rachel puts her own on top.

“Focus on the watch as it swings.” And she complies, her eyes tracking its movement. As Rachel obeys, Megan gently massages her hand.

“You feel relaxed,” she intones with her soothingly husky voice, drawing out syllables where appropriate, “your eyelids are becomingly increasingly heavier, and you find that there is immense difficulty in keeping them open. You take deep breaths as you drift away into dreamland.”

Rachel blinks a few times, her breathing audibly slowing down.

“Picture where you feel most rested in your mind, your bed, perhaps? Draw your blanket over yourself, and let the warmth envelop you in its comfort. Nuzzle your pillow lovingly as your mind grows hazier and hazier alongside the pleasure.” Rachel’s head begins to loll, her eyes now barely open.

“It feels really good, doesn’t it? You don’t want to resist the joys of sleep, do you?” Rachel mumbles something unintelligible.

“Good, good. Now, be a good girl for me and sleep.” On that final word, the Asian girl slides her hand away in one swift, practiced motion like some Eastern swordswoman, and Rachel slumps over on cue.

“Alright. I’ll give you either a command or a question. Please be sure to carry out the commands and verbalize answers to the questions. The more you obey, the more pleasant this trancelike state will become for you. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

Drawing on her memories of Rachel’s favorite pornos, Megan begins to formulate a plan for the session, keeping in mind that hypnosis would not compel Rachel to do anything she felt truly uncomfortable with.

“Stand up for me, please.” The blonde complies wordlessly, standing up with her eyes closed and head down.

“Now, I’d like you to remove all of your clothes.” Her red knee-length sundress comes off the top first, then her bra is untied and her panties are pulled down. Only her thigh high white stockings remain on her body, covering up her calves, but drawing attention to her shapely thighs. Standing at 157 centimeters high, she sports A cup breasts and a flat stomach, but her hips aren't particularly wide despite her lithe build. It is clear Rachel was not as favored by the gods of puberty when compared to Megan's hourglass figure, though she is by no means ugly.

“Smile, be proud of your body. It’s honestly pretty nice.” A sleepy smile forms on Rachel’s **** face.

“Come on then, don't be shy; strike a cute or sexy pose.” Rachel arches her back and clasps her hands behind it, puffing out her chest and displaying her small breasts prominently.

“Another, please.” The blonde girl swings her hips to the side, arms placed on both of them, chin up.

“And one more for the road.” Rachel cups her face in her hands, elbows squeezing her boobs together.

“You practice in the mirror, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Figures. Alright, sit back down on the couch. Then just masturbate in whatever way gets you off the best. Did you get all that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Well get on with it now.”

Rachel sits down with her legs spread, feet on the couch as well to bend her knees to the sides. The smile Megan asked her to put on remains as she begins to massage her clit with her left hand while her other hand kneads her right breast like dough. This goes on in silence for a few seconds, but soon the small girl begins to moan to the sound of her vaginal fluids squishing.

“By the way, don’t orgasm until I tell you to. If that frustrates you, try harder.”

At first Rachel’s pace remains constant. But eventually her hazy mind realizes she hasn’t reached orgasm, and her masturbation intensifies, desperately trying to acheive climax.

“Is there something that’d really get you off right now?”

A “yes” makes it way out of Rachel’s lips between labored breaths, her body twitching and buckling from the pleasure.

“What would that be?”

“A-Asher...”

The Chinese girl rolls her eyes. Asher was one of their friends and Rachel’s crush. It was very obvious to even the aromantic Megan that the two felt the same about each other, but somehow they never worked up the courage to confess to each other.

“Okay. You want Asher to lick you or touch you or something?”

“Y-yeah...”

“Want him to fuck you?”

“...n-not...r-ready...”

“Saving yourself for the real deal, huh? Okay, so you now feel Asher stroking your tits from behind you. It’s infinitely more pleasurable than anything you’ve ever done to yourself. Also, somehow despite the being behind you, he’s also licking your vagina from the front. This’ll happen until you cum.”

“Aaaaaaah...” The blonde bites her lip, furiously stroking herself as the invisible Asher provides aid.

“Whoa now, don’t cum yet.” Megan glances down at the pocket watch idly, noticing almost twenty minutes had passed since the start of the session.

“Alright, now you can cum.”

Almost immediately after those magic words left Megan’s lips, Rachel lets out an intense scream, a look of pure bliss on her face as her hands slowly grind to a halt. She twitches occasionally, squirting out fluids.

“Jesus,” the amateur hypnotist winces, “And I thought your normal screams were loud. How have your lungs not given out by now?”

Her friend doesn’t answer, sprawled like a ragdoll, and still stuck in her trance.

“Right. You’ll wake up on the count of three, remembering everything that’s happened during the trance. 1. 2. 3.”

Rachel’s eyes open slowly, and she blinks a few times before noticing her incredibly soggy lower half and the stains on the couch.

“Eek!” She wraps her arms around herself, hiding her exposed private parts while she glances around nervously “M-Megan, w-where’re my clothes?”

“I have ‘em. Here,” she tosses the dress to Rachel, who reaches to put it on, but realizes her hand is sticky with her juices and reluctantly opts to not touch the dress.

“You should probably clean yourself up in the bathroom.”

“Y-yeah,” she quickly makes her way to the bathroom, liquids running down her thighs. The door closes with a loud bang.

Megan slinks over to the door and gives it a knock, “If you need anything, give me a call. Sorry if I went too far.”

As she steps away from the door, it creaks open slowly and Rachel stares up at her hypnotist with pleading eyes and red cheeks.

“U-um, c-can we do some more...?”