Sweet Dreams: Part 3

Watching the Watcher: Brandon and Jeannette deal with the fallout from the last mission, and decide on a side mission.

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Brandon couldn't bring himself to move for a minute longer, but eventually he worked up the energy to get off the bed. He took a quick but refreshing shower, and went downstairs to join the family. Jeanette was helping her mom finish up a quick dinner, and they both smiled up at him when he entered the kitchen. He heard the tapping of a keyboard in the next room, and got up to talk to Jack, as a concern from earlier in the day again came to the forefront of his mind.

A Man-to-Man Talk.

He entered Jack's elegantly appointed study, and sat down in a chair opposite the desk. Jack glanced up at him briefly, then typed away for a few moments more, finishing up his thought. Once he had completed it, he closed the laptop lid and leaned back, studying Brandon, and waiting for him to speak.

“Jack, there is something I wanted to talk about. It's kind of an odd question, but I think it would be wise for us to discuss. I know that I have only been a recent part of your daughter's life, but I still wanted to talk to you. This afternoon as we were driving back, Jeannette was rather tired, but she was forced to drive the entire way. While I have a license, I wouldn't feel comfortable driving her car without your permission.”

Jack smiled, amused at the such a simple request appearing so important to Brandon. “Well, as far as the use of the car is concerned, perhaps you should know that Jeannette earned it by working for her mother and I, so she decides who can drive it. However, since you will be driving my daughter, I think I should probably give you a quick driving test to show you will keep her safe. Can you drive stick?”

Brandon shook his head.

“Well, I guess you will have to wait to try out the Corvette then.” Brandon's eyebrows raised. “We will have to take Jen's car in that case.”

They exited the study, and told the girls that they were headed out for a quick drive. Jeannette gave Brandon a nervous look, but he told her through their mental link that everything was fine, and that it was actually his idea. She still didn't to appear thrilled by the concept of them together where she couldn't act as a buffer, but she let them leave.

Jack tossed Brandon the keys, and they started down the street.

“Brandon, I'm sure you are a fine driver, but I thought this might be a good time for us to talk anyway away from the girls. I know this must be a little unnerving being in such close confines with me, but I think it is best you understand me better.”

“I got Jen's vessel through a family member's estate, and spent days solving the puzzle that opened it. That day changed my life completely, as is to be expected. She was brought into the world and created as the perfect woman for me, and she has also become a partner to me, in the sense that while I am technically her master, I consider us equals, and encouraged her to think of us that way as well. She is everything a man can want, and far more. I was fortunate enough to figure out ways to use her powers to come up with some rather nice inventions which frankly revolutionized an industry. We enjoyed ourselves for years, and then we decided to start a family, to experience those joys and challenges.”

“Of course, you know that Jeannette is extremely special to me, as I believe most daughters are to their fathers, at least they should be. We always were aware that there were risks with Jen being who she is, but we knew that any child we had would be taken care of, and Jeannette has been everything we could have ever wanted. Now, every girl eventually grows up, and I knew I would have to let go at some point, but I didn't expect it to be quite so sudden. I guess I understood that it may have to be rushed if any of Jen's powers were inherited, but she wasn't even looking for anyone, so I happily stayed in my fantasy world of her always being my little girl.”

“Obviously, I know the two of you were basically forced into making a deep commitment almost instantly due to the circumstances. And it only stands to reason that you would consummate that commitment. If I didn't know that, I wouldn't have been able to wish for you guys to have the room that would assist you to better be intimate. Jen knows me enough that she can interpret my wishes, and that allowed you two to have some say in the room, although I'm sure Jen added a few of her own embellishments.” Brandon couldn't help but smirk at the last part. The massive dildo in the nightstand had been quite the find that day.

Jack continued, “I definitely appreciated that you didn't jump right into bed with her that first night, and instead focused on making her feel special and comfortable. And the fact that you have shown understanding and sympathy about my requests for discretion has been welcome as well. I just wanted to thank you for being the type of man who cares enough about my daughter to also care about her family. You were thrown in the middle of a rather surprising situation, and you have handled yourself remarkably well.” He motioned for them to take a turn that would lead back to the house.

“Although I agree that it has been quite the whirlwind the past few days, I should have you know that Jen can read the intents of people. She avoids doing it unless I ask her for privacy purposes, but I asked her to read yours in a moment of weakness. She told me you only have the purist motivations, and I accept that. So from now on, you don't have to ask me for permission for anything. Since it is rather likely you two will be together permanently, barring any sudden illness or something tragic, I wanted you to know that I consider you a part of the family now. You will likely end up learning some interesting things, and have to keep quiet about most of the secrets that we obviously have to keep. However, it also means that you get some of the benefits.”

They pulled into the driveway. “You are now officially one of my employees. I haven't finalized your job description quite yet, but I'm not really worried about that at the moment. You two need time to get to know one another, and also make sure to keep up your grades. To that end, I've been thinking along the same lines as you have, and that is why I picked up this yesterday.” The garage door opened, and a fully loaded Lexus greeted his eyes. “This is your company vehicle, and there is a company credit card in the cup holder for gas and other maintenance. Give Jeannette your receipts, that is one of her responsibilities to stay on top of. Brandon?”

Brandon stood, completely slack jawed. He didn't expect this in his wildest dreams, and he wasn't sure if he could accept it. For one thing, it was way too much for Jack to be spending on him. For another, how on earth would he explain it to his own parents, whose cars were rather beat up?

“Brandon, I know this was a shock, but trust me, I can certainly afford it. In fact, I could afford to buy the factory with the patents and investments Jen and I have made. This is not charity. You will be responsible to do things for me from time to time, and you are also keeping the morale up of one of my best employees. It's also an investment in keeping those I care about safe. Like I said, you are part of the family now, and this is one of the rewards of being in the family.”

Jen and Jeannette appeared at the front door, and walked out to them. Jeannette smiled broadly, and gave him a side squeeze. “Mom told me after you left. And dad had messaged her that you went in to dad to ask him about driving my car, giving him the perfect chance to give this to you. You seem to have quite the knack for asking the right questions at the right times.” She squeezed him again. “Now, let's go eat dinner, and then you can drive us all out for ice cream. I know a place that should still be open this late in the season.”

Brandon allowed himself to be led inside, still slightly in shock. They sat down at the table, and began to eat. When Jen asked what made them think to go mountain climbing, they told them the entire story about how they were using Jeannette's powers to help other people out, and detailed how their first attempt had come together shockingly fast.

Jack smiled, “I knew you two would find ways to keep busy, but I had no idea you were so quickly jumping in. Your mother and I have done similar things for years, and I'm happy you are using your powers to make other's lives more fulfilled. Brandon, keep me apprised of what you guys are up to, and we will help if you need it, although I think it would be better if you guys figured things out for yourselves. And since you will likely keep busy doing these things, I'll come up with some way to justify it as part of your job description, perhaps creating new customers or something like that.”

They chatted away about a variety of other topics until dinner ended, and then Brandon drove them all to the ice cream stand to try out his new car, and then drove it home, reveling in his new found freedom and the amazing turn his life had taken. When he got home, he explained to his shocked parents about Jack hiring him to take care of some things for the family company. He told that that he had tried to refuse, but Jack had been insistent, and it would have been rude to continue to fight with him about it, so he had relented. That seemed to pacify his parents, and he went up to bed, drained again, even with his nap earlier in the day.

New Assignments.

The next day at school he entered to quite the commotion, and he smiled when he overheard that it was all about Becky and Rob. He had now been a part of setting the school abuzz about shocking relationships twice now in the last week. When he ran into the new couple on their way to classes, Becky even went so far as to run over to him and give him a big hug, and she was absolutely beaming. Just that simple change made her look like a completely different person, and he was extremely happy for her.

 He wasn't sure how much she knew about them planning parts of it, but he figured that even if she did realize that she had been set up, she was thrilled at the outcome. The fact that the two couples were seen being so friendly was not lost on a few people, and Brandon realized he would have to be careful not to get too much of a reputation as a matchmaker, or it could lead to issues. On the other hand, it might also make some people more receptive to his helping them if they realized he had a worthwhile track record.

He tried to touch Jeannette as he discreetly could that day, looking around to try and find the next subject that interested him. It took him almost all day to make up his mind, mostly because he wasn't sure if he really wanted the one that most appealed to him. It could be a major undertaking, and Jeannette would play a very large part.

After school, Brandon did all the paperwork to get a parking spot, then he and Jeannette drove to his house to do their homework and talk about their options for the next people they chose. Jeannette had an evil smile on her face the entire time they drove home, and it made Brandon more than just a little bit nervous. She was obviously scheming something, and Brandon just hoped it wasn't something that was going to make him look very stupid.

She bounced onto his bed and looked over at him. “I go first. Sandy Williams.” She smiled massively.

He looked at her confused. “She's pretty popular. She can likely have any guy she wants. Why her?”

“She has a particular penchant for watching. Her fantasies mostly involve seeing other people doing things. I'm not sure if it is an adrenaline rush about being caught, about knowing people's intimate secrets, or because she saw something when she was younger and had that as one of her formative sexual experiences. Whatever the reason, that is what she thinks about the most.”

Brandon did not like where this was headed. They had only just yesterday talked about not having competition, and now she was immediately pushing him to accept that. His face darkened, feeling massively betrayed. He loved her deeply, but did not want to spend the rest of his life with her pushing him and forcing growth before he was completely comfortable with where he was at the moment. They had only just started getting comfortable with one another. And his insecurities certainly did not help this at all. He was still shy, since years of not being seen as an option by most girls had made him rather self-conscious. Only the fact that Jeannette had made a significant commitment with him, plus his extreme horniness, made him at all comfortable with her seeing him naked, but he was certainly not at ease still. Now he had to deal with the idea of another woman judging him, and he was worried he would be found wanting.

Her face fell, realizing that she might have misjudged his reaction. Brandon had a deep look of fear and concern in his eyes, and her face turned compassionate and understanding in response. She took his hands, and looked him squarely in the eye. “Let me finish, please. I was going for shock value, and I thought it would be fun, so I thought you might take it that way. I wasn't thinking about how else you could react. I have some guesses as to what I think you are worried about, but I don't want to assume right now. Please, tell me what your concerns are.”

Her caring tone allowed Brandon to open up, and he explained his point of view to her. She probed him with questions occasionally, trying to find the roots of his feelings of inadequacy. While she had been self-assured and confident, knowing her celibacy was self-imposed, she realized his had been an entirely different experience. And her heart went out to him, realizing the depths of the pain which he had put upon himself without realizing it. He had grown to think himself inadequate and un-loveable, just because girls could be superficial and focus on the guys that were unattainable, wishing for them instead of the wonderful people that dwelled just below their radar, but were a better fit for most of them.

When Brandon had finished, Jeannette hugged him tightly to her, and she whispered her love to him into his ear. She leaned back, holding his shoulders. “I know that's how you have been trained to feel. I understand that. However, you are now with me. And I have told you I am yours for life. Am I good enough for you? Can you be content with me?”

He nodded quickly, knowing full well he wouldn't feel content with anyone else anymore. She was his partner and his equal, and their shared goals gave them a purpose to their lives that most people searched years for. Her beauty, intelligence, honesty, and caring made her everything he had ever wanted.

“Good. Then you need to learn to not care what any other girls think. I should be the only one whose opinion matters. At the end of the day, you will be coming home to me. Well, not yet, but you know what I mean. And I will always love you. The other girls were too dumbly focused on the few epitomes of strength, looks, brains, and humor; to see the people were the best balance of those things.

 The jocks tend to not have the brains, and half the time they don't have the looks either. None of them is a balance, they just happen to be the best of something in this little world we live in. However, you are certainly no push over in any of those departments. While you are not the hottest guy in school, you are certainly a 'hottie'. Haven't you noticed the way that the girls have been looking at you lately? Now that you are off the market, they realized you had been quite the catch. I'm just happy I got to you first.”

She leaned in close to him. “Perhaps I need to prove how amazing you are, and remind you what you have. Even when I'm tired or stressed, the thought of you comforts me. And any time I think about being with you, I get so hot it drives me insane. And now just thinking about that is getting me more than just mildly moist.”

 She pushed him back onto the bed, and kissed him forcefully. Not wanting her to think that she was the one that wanted this more, and wanting to show how much she meant to him, he kissed back with even more fervor, and rolled her over onto her back, and ground hard against her. They looked at each other with wild eyes, completely lost in their passion for one another. It took every fiber of being for Brandon not to literally rip her clothes off.

 He pulled up her shirt and pushed her bra up off her tits, and attacked them with his mouth. He sucked forcefully on her nipples, and lightly bit them, causing her to moan heavily. While his mouth was busy, he was undoing her jeans and pushing them down her legs as fast as he could, and she was doing the same for him. He eventually got them off along with her panties, and wasted no time entering her, driving himself to the hilt in one thrust.

They groaned, their inflamed passions glowing even hotter, their bodies grinding together vigorously, their minds lost in their shared need. Brandon pounded her relentlessly, and she met his every thrust with one of her own. Her nails dug into his back, their furious ecstasy driving them wild. They mashed their lips together, so lost in their potent fury that they didn't even want to put the energy into a real kiss. They came, powerfully and abruptly, the heights of their passion reaching a frenetic pace, and Jeannette screamed loudly as she lost all control over herself.

Brandon fell limply on top of her, panting heavily. Once Jeannette had caught her own breath, she purred contentedly, and caressed her lover's back, relaxing in the afterglow of their passions. Brandon reluctantly got up, and they both got dressed, not wanting his mother to catch them in that position. That would certainly have been an interesting conversation, and one that he certainly did not want to have at the moment.

“There, that should at least start to get your ego back to its proper level. Let's make sure to keep having regular sessions to teach you to be more self-assured.” She said as she pulled her bra back down and repositioned it, talking as if she was his therapist. “Please don't hesitate to contact me earlier however if you need a little pick me up. We can't have you backsliding into self-loathing again.” She smiled at him, and kissed his cheek as she bent over to pull up her pants and panties.

She went to the bathroom to clean up, and returned, somehow using her womanly powers to make it look like she hadn't been ravished moments earlier. Her hair was neat and she smelled amazing. He had no idea how she pulled it off. He tried to do the same thing, but he was still slightly unkempt when he walked back into the room. She did her best to straighten him out, but didn't overdo it, as he was usually a little disheveled after a long day.

She sat him back down. “Now that we've started working on that issue, can I continue with my idea?”

He resignedly nodded, knowing that she was going to want to do it no matter what, and realizing that maybe she did know what was best in this case. He didn't love the thought of having someone else with them, but as long as he could just focus on her, maybe it wouldn't be too bad. If he could pretend there was no one else there, he might be able to cope.

“I wasn't thinking of having someone come home with us or go to a hotel and just strip down. One of her fantasies is people in the dressing rooms where she works. She usually can't see much, but I think we could let her see a little more than she was expecting, to give her a new thrill. You wouldn't have to be exposed to her if you didn't want to be. Plus, I think it would be fun to play dress up for you. This would be your chance to redeem your rain check from Saturday, and get the added benefit of the release right then, which was your excuse for not doing it last time. Are you game?”

He had to agree it was definitely less invasive than he had been thinking, and could be fun. He was more than a little nervous about being caught, but if it was where Sandy was working, that would be easier to control.

“Alright, I'll do it. And actually, me stepping out of my comfort zone may be payback for the work you will likely have to do for mine.” She looked at him quizzically. “I decided on Megan Bradley.”

Jeannette's eyes went so wide he was worried they would fall out. “The 'Ice Queen'”?!? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed to be easier! No one is going to want her. And she hates everyone. What possible fantasy of her can you want to help her fulfill?”

“She wants a romantic kiss at the Winter dance, in the middle of the dance floor.”

“You are completely out of your mind. And to think I felt bad for suggesting something that I thought would be fun. This is impossible. It can't happen. And we agreed it would be easy.”, she pointed out again.”

“No, we said easier or give us more time. We have a definitive end date we can work towards, and we have over a month. However, based on her fantasies, I think she really needs this. She is just too used to being who she is, and the image has almost perpetuated itself. And what is the harm in trying? I'm sure we will fail from time to time, but on this one the payoff would be massive. If we can find each other, and help out Becky, I think Megan deserves the same chance at happiness.”

She resigned herself, “I don't love it. And you're right, it will likely be a ton of work. It's your choice though. And even with mine, you still owe me big time. I just think it’s dangerous to put her heart on the line for this. I think that it would be amazing to have it happen as well, I'm just really worried about failing miserably.”

“Can you at least sleep on it? If you really don't think we can pull it off, I will find another one. However, I feel that this may be Megan's last chance before she gets completely lost in her persona, and if I can be the one to help rescue her, I feel I need to do it.”

They somberly settled in to do their homework then, their thoughts sedating their usual playfulness. His parents picked up on the mood, and left them alone to do their work. Dinner was a much quieter affair, and after Jeannette had left his mother confronted him.

“Is everything ok with you two? You guys have been so happy that it makes me concerned to see you so grim this early in your honeymoon phase. I wouldn't want to see you suddenly lose this over something trivial. Did you do something to hurt her?”

“No, mom, her and I are just fine. I would think you would like the fact that we can be mature enough to have those moments and still care about each other. We had a discussion about a situation at school, and we were trying to figure out what we could do about it. It's nothing to worry about, we were just thinking about that.”

“Is there a problem at school? Do I need to talk to someone?”

“Nothing that you can help with mom, although I appreciate your willingness to lend a hand. Just a social situation I wish I could remedy, but I'm not sure if I should. It may end up worse if I do, so we were just trying to figure out what our best course of action is.”

“Well, you've always seemed sympathetic to others, so I'll trust your judgment. Let me know if you need any help. You know your father and I really like Jeannette, and we just want to you two get a good chance to make it together.”

“Thanks mom. Although you should probably know that it would take quite a lot for me to let go of her, and she tells me she feels the same. She seems to have convinced her parents as well, which is why Jack was willing to so quickly take the risk of hiring me and giving me the car. Don't worry, I don't think she is going anywhere anytime soon, and if she does, I'm planning on following her if need be.”

He hugged his mother and thanked her, and as he walked away, he could see her eyes glistening slightly. He wasn't sure if it was due to the thought of her son leaving, or the joy of having Jeannette around, but he was pleased his mother cared so much about him.

That night, Brandon didn't contact Jeannette to say goodnight, wanting to leave her alone to her thoughts. Just before he fell asleep, she contacted him instead.

Are you still awake?

Yeah, I have been having trouble falling asleep. I didn't want to disturb you though. Everything ok?

Well, you not contacting me yet made me a little nervous. I like hearing your voice before I finally fall asleep, it comforts me. Plus, I didn't want to start the day tomorrow with this over our heads. So, I've decided. I'm in if you think it is for the best. I trust your judgment, and stand by you.

You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you.

Let's be honest, there are going to be times that you and I have to make hard decisions. We need to learn to trust each other's guts.

You're amazing.

Good, now that that is over, I can start planning for our fun at the mall. I love you....

I love you too. Sleep well.

He heard her purr back to him, apparently mentally enjoying the thoughts of what she was planning for him in the store. He laughed under his breath, amazed at her audacity and sultriness.

The Joys of Shopping.

The next day dawned, and they indeed returned to their regular happy selves. They each worked on planning out how to best achieve their goals. In fact the rest of the week seemed to fly by, until they left school Thursday night. Instead of heading for her parent's house, she started driving to the mall, her intent obvious. “I figured a week night would be best, less traffic. And while we wait for her to get here and start her shift, I figure we can look around.”

By looking around, she meant trying on countless outfits, and visiting numerous stores. He quickly learned that shopping with an extremely sexy girl who liked to tease him could be a rather pleasurable experience. She would swish her hips in some of the dresses, making them swirl seductively around her. She would try on ones that accentuated her cleavage, and lean over for him to get a better view, and sometimes he thought he could almost see something peeking its way out of the dress. Other times she would bend over in a tight skirt, pretending to see if it would ride up too high or be comfortable enough, and every once in a while flashing what appeared to be a sexy crimson thong between her legs. Then she would straighten up, giggle at him and nibble her pinky nail, and bounce back in to try on something else, as happy as a little kid playing a new game.

Brandon was definitely getting into it, and it hadn't take long for her teasing to get him extremely and at times uncomfortably hard. She had bought a few things at the first store, handing him the bag to give him something to cover up with, but between stores she would often casually brush against him and run her fingers lightly up and down his shaft, making him yearn for release.

By the time they made their way to Sandy's store, Brandon could barely contain himself. His brain was non-functional, as he was lost in a heady lust induced daze. If Jeannette hadn't been there to lead him around, he thought he would have just stood around, looking like a dumb oaf who was mentally incapacitated. Actually, the reality didn't stray too far from that thought.

Sandy saw them come in, and smiled to them, and wandered over to try and assist them. She was a relatively attractive girl, with beautiful blond hair halfway down her back, a trim figure, and medium sized but perfectly proportioned tits and ass. Brandon thought she used a bit too much makeup for his tastes, but overall she was cute. Since it was a slightly more upscale shop, she wore a nice white skirt and button up blouse, but it was slightly sheer to still give her a sexier look. She and Jeannette picked out some outfits, and Sandy stayed with them, as the store was quiet at the moment.

 The other person with her went on break shortly after, and then Sandy had to go check out another customer. As the customer was leaving, Jeannette quickly pulled Brandon into the dressing room with her. The wooden slats went high enough to hide him, but his feet were quite visible. He glanced through the slats to make sure no one was coming, and before he could say anything, Jeannette was on her knees and pulling down his zipper, rapidly releasing him from his prison. She immediately took him deep into her mouth, and he groaned involuntarily at finally having an outlet for his pent up needs.

He watched as Sandy turned to come back towards them, a confused look in her eyes when they both had seemed to disappear, even though there was no way out of the store except past her. As she walked to the back of the store, she looked down at the bags near the dressing rooms, and then saw Brandon's feet and Jeannette's kneeling bare legs. Her mouth opened in shock, and she glanced around nervously. When she saw there was no one around, she walked over and leaned against one of the stand-up displays, and began to gently caress her stomach subconsciously.

Jeannette sucked him sloppily, seeming to make as much noise as she could. And between her hummed moans vibrating in her throat and through him; the changes in suction as she slurped and came up for air; and the feeling of her tongue as she tried to make him moan as well; Brandon was in complete ecstasy. His brain numb, and completely enthralled in the sensations his girlfriend’s very talented mouth was giving him.

He didn't think he would last much longer, but he was so caught in the moment he couldn't even comprehend warning Jeannette. She luckily seemed to know, and as usual seemed to have a sixth sense about when he was near to finishing. She stood up rapidly, and spun him around, so his back was now towards the front of the store. She then spun herself around, now facing the back of the store, slipped her thong out of the way, and bent over, leaning on the wall. Brandon caught the obvious instruction, and slid deeply inside her, groaning at the heat and wetness he was engulfed in, not to mention the tightness as she seemed to grab him and pull him inside her, while at the same time it felt like he would never fit as the pressure surrounded him fully.

Brandon started thrusting, his desires overwhelming him. Jeannette looked back over her shoulder at him, lust and cunning in her eyes. She seemed to be enjoying it immensely, and Brandon loved the look in her eyes as they shone with pure desire for him. After a minute or so, she smirked, and turned and looked at the door. She put her hand on the handle, and opened it slightly. It opened to the back of the store to ensure privacy, but it gave Sandy a perfect view into the room from where she was watching. One hand was on her tit now, and the other one was rubbing herself rapidly through her skirt.

Brandon watched her as if in a dream, completely disassociated from reality. He mentally knew what was happening, and knew he should have been uncomfortable, but his brain was completely absorbed in the moment. He watched Sandy in a daze, as she lifted her skirt to give her better access, and she rapidly moved her fingers back and forth, so fast as to almost be a blur. She looked as if she wanted to close her eyes to focus on the sensations, but she was transfixed by the sight in front of her, finally getting the show she had yearned for, in fact far better as she got to watch the entire thing. Her eyes slightly lidded, she stooped slightly as her pleasure built.

Brandon knew he was on the edge, and also knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He groaned loudly, as his pent up seed finally found release, and he unloaded everything he had deep inside of Jeannette. Jeannette finished quickly as well, saving Brandon the fear of her not being satisfied. He stayed inside her, still not wanting to leave her tight confines. Suddenly, they felt the massive mental orgasm that was triggered by Sandy's dream being fulfilled, and in their stupor they saw her go stiff then slump to the floor breathless.

The mental orgasm was more powerful than the one they had just had, far more powerful, and the fact that they experienced it together, even though there was no physical orgasm, was even better for them than the first time they had felt the odd sensation on the mountain. Sandy looked up at them, her eyes heavy and she panted heavily. Jeannette looked back at Brandon, then turned to Sandy, winked, and closed the door.

When they emerged from the dressing room a couple of minutes later, Sandy was closer to the front of the store, refolding clothes. She looked up at them and smiled, almost as if nothing had happened, but the look of thanks and the relaxed glow about her of full release spoke volumes to the two of them. Jeannette worriedly looked up at the cameras, but Sandy followed her gaze and smiled. “It's illegal to have them on the dressing rooms, and I know precisely where they are aimed. We were all completely hidden.”

Jeannette visibly relaxed then, her one concern over what had happened taken care of. “I'm sorry, I've been teasing Brandon trying on clothes all day, and I couldn't in good conscience leave him in that condition any longer. I figured you would be understanding, and wanted to make sure you got taken care of too for letting us slide. I think I'll take this stack.” She laid quite a number of clothes on the counter, and Sandy checked her out, the other salesperson showing up just as Sandy handed back Jeannette's credit card. They smiled at each other once more, and Jeannette took Brandon's hand to lead her still dazed boyfriend out of the store and back home.

Hurt and Crushed.

Brandon slumped into the passenger seat, still in a daze from what had just happened. He and his girlfriend Jeannette had just had sex in a dressing room to fulfill the dreams of a classmate. His brain was still fuzzy, but after a few minutes of her driving him home, he was able to shake it off enough to talk to her, but his voice was still weak and slightly slurred, as his jaw still didn't want to move as fast as talking required.

“How much of that was planned.”, he finally asked.

“Almost everything.”, she replied calmly, showing no ill effects at all from the afternoon. Then again, that had also been part of her plan. “Since you were so reluctant, and self-conscious about it, I knew I had to get you to a place where your natural tendency to think things through was taken out of the equation. That was why I modeled all those clothes over the course of afternoon, and kept touching you between stores. I had to get your libido to such a high level that it short circuited every other thought process. That way you could follow my lead, without me having to worry about you getting scared or nervous. Plus, I made sure I was the one who opened the door to let her see in, taking that decision out of your hands as well.”

“So, you basically played me?” he responded, not sure that he liked her being able to do this to him.

“Not at all. Did I use a few tricks to get you to a place where you could allow yourself to get out of your shell? Of course. However, I didn't do it maliciously; you were well aware of my intent tonight, and could have stopped at any time. You allowed me to do it, I didn't force you. And can you honestly say you didn't enjoy it?”, she countered with a grin.

“I didn't say that. It's just that.... I don't know.” Brandon's brain wasn't up to trying to explain all the emotions going through his head at that moment, and he trailed off.

“Don't worry, I don't plan on doing this all the time. You will still have complete control. I still love you and only want the best for you.” She took his hand, which only held hers limply, still unsure. “Sleep on it and we can talk about it more tomorrow. I, for one, enjoyed it, and I appreciate you going through with it for me. I know you still have some reservations, but we can deal with those later. I'll try to make it up to you sometime soon though, ok?”

Brandon nodded. He obviously wasn't going to leave her over this, but it still left a slightly bad taste in his mouth, as he still felt slightly used and forced into it. Jeannette drove him home, and Brandon dropped headlong into bed, and fell asleep without even undressing.

He woke up groggy the next morning, as he didn't sleep as well in his clothes, plus he kept waking up as his brain seemed to be trying to decide how it felt about everything that had occurred, but it was so tired it only ended up running in circles and making things worse. At school, he grudgingly smiled at Jeannette, and she took his hand rapidly. “We'll talk about it later. I assume you still haven't had time to think, so we will put it off. Now, have you seen Sandy?”

Since he had only just walked in, he grunted negatively.

“She is positively beaming this morning. I walked in, and she ran up to me. She only said a thank you, but the look in her eyes said everything. I'm happy she was able to enjoy it. Actually, I didn't even think to look at her fantasies today. I wonder if they've changed.” Her train of thought distracted her, and Brandon grabbed his things from his locker and they headed to their class.

Due to his exhaustion and the fact that he was still a little unnerved by the previous day’s events and what they could bode for his future, Brandon was a little irritable for the day. Only two things that day were able to bring him out of his funk. The first was when he ran into Sandy later, and the twinkle in her eye when she looked at him and smirked made him lose a step. She had adjusted her path slightly to graze by him. She dropped a book just in front of him, and as they both bent to get it she whispered “You're incredible. Come into the store again anytime you want. With Jeannette or not is up to you.” She looked directly into his eyes with the last comment. Was she actually coming on to him? This was completely out of his realm, and before he could even open his mouth to stammer a response, she was gone.

Jeannette walked up to him moments later. “I think she has developed a little crush on you. That's so cute.”

Brandon wasn't so sure. He glared at Jeannette, wondering if she was now thinking of sharing him with her even more intimately, and the fact that there was no jealousy in her voice displeased him as well. She was supposed to be his girlfriend, wanting him all to herself and defending her territory. He had a vision of her sitting on a lawn chair in front of a house, filing her nails in a bored manner and heedless of the women banging on the door trying to get to him. He didn't know why, but that image really bothered him. She seemed uncaring and dispassionate the last day, and that grated on his soul. He realized he was grinding his teeth slowly, and she seemed to read that there was something very wrong, but knew that school was not the place to take care of it, so she kept her distance the rest of the day.

The second event when he changed his mood was when he saw Megan Bradley. This was the fifth day since he had selected her as his next 'mission', and he was trying to break down her defenses. He only had a month until the dance, and he knew he had a lot of work to do, but first he had to get past her sizable moat. She was well known as the “ice queen.” She wasn't close to anyone, was abrasive, and never had an issue speaking what was on her mind. What was on her mind was usually biting reproaches of the people around her, and she had a knack for figuring out exactly what button to push to drive people away, numerous times in tears.

He had made it a point to smile at her and say hello every time he passed her. The beginning of the week, the only responses had been glares and scathing remarks, as she seemed agitated that he dared interrupt her passage in the halls. Her look had grown softer today, now appearing almost confused by him. He had been doing it all week, and he had made sure she never saw a flicker in his look. He made it clear he was genuinely happy to see her, and it seemed to finally be cracking her fortress of solitude. That at least gave him a little more hope that he was not completely doomed to failure.

He left quickly after school. He had gone to his locker and grabbed his things, and then walked straight out the door, not even waiting for Jeannette to come back from her locker. It was a Friday, and he just felt a deep need to get away, and try to figure out the emotions running rampant in his head. He drove straight home, quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes after being stuck in his regular clothes for a day and a half, and flopped on his bed, determined to either nap to try and force his brain to take a break, or finally figure out why he was feeling so disillusioned with his relationship, and how best to deal with it.

It took only moments for him to hear another car pull up, the door to the house to open and close, and Jeannette's unmistakable footsteps on the stairs. He closed his eyes, not wanting to deal with her, and hoping she would think he was asleep. He had no such luck.

He had expected her to go off on him for how he was acting. He was almost hoping for it, wanting to yell at her and scream his frustration away, wanting some outlet for the emotions plaguing him. He needed release, and to feel like she had no choice but to listen to him, because she seemed to have taken no care to listen to his concerns all week.

She didn't give him the option. Instead, she sat on the bed next to him. When he sighed in frustration, and rolled over away from her, she laid down and hugged him to her, her arms wrapping around him after finding the small openings between his body and the bed and forcing her way through. She laid the side of her head on his and squeezed, and as she moved her head back to the pillow, she kissed him behind his ear, just about the only place she could reach with his shoulders shrugged up in anger.

“I am going to hold you as long as it takes for you to either talk to me, to relax, or to ensure that you know I love you. I am not going to move, all weekend if necessary, until you and I have worked this out. I know it's been a frenetic two weeks for the both of us, but I am not going to have something like this come between us. I've already told you I'm yours for life. I am not giving that up after only two weeks because something is wrong. I want to be with you, for both good and bad. If we can't work through problems, our life is going to be miserable, so we might as well start dealing with things now before they get even worse.”

He hated the logic in her statement. He wanted to be mad. He was hurt, and he didn't like the idea of spending a lifetime with someone who wouldn't listen to him. He at least did feel she cared more than she had seemed to in school, but the underlying irritation was still there.

He kept his eyes shut tight, still not ready to get into it with her at the moment, and wanting to collect his thoughts. In moments though, he fell into a deep sleep, his exhaustion finally overwhelming him.

He woke up, and looked around groggily. It was cool in his room, and it was dark. He felt Jeannette limply holding him, her breathing steady and shallow. There was a throw blanket over the two of them, or else he was sure he would have been cold. He extricated himself from Jeannette's arms, and left the room to use the bathroom. He walked downstairs to get a drink as well, and ran into his mother.

“Feeling better?” she asked simply. Brandon was concerned then. He had been sleeping with Jeannette, and he wasn't sure how she would react. It had been completely innocent, but he still worried.

“Umm, mom, uh...” he stammered out, trying to come up with something that would explain it all away.

“Oh please Brandon. Just stop. If you are worried because you two were taking a nap, don't be ridiculous. I know you have had a rough week, from the problem at school earlier in the week, to the fact that you were sleeping in your clothes last night, and that did not look at all comfortable. Not to mention the position you two were in seemed more like her protecting you than anything untoward. There's a reason I gave you a blanket. You obviously needed the rest.”

“Still, I'm sorry mom. I shouldn't have put you in that position.”

“It's fine, I've already told you that. If and when I have an issue, I will certainly talk to you about it. But taking a nap with your girlfriend that you know we approve highly of is completely normal. And speaking of that situation at school, how is that going? Did you make a decision?”

She was talking about his decision to try and help out Megan. This had been a rough week. He had pushed Jeannette into the difficult and possibly doomed to fail mission to help Megan, and she had pushed him with the mission for Sandy. They had both picked situations that would be harder on their partners. He realized he hadn’t updated his mother however.

“Yeah, I decided to go for it. It's slow going, but I think I am making progress. Maybe I'll fill you in more later, but if I decide to bring someone new home, please don't worry about it, or become uncomfortable. I'll try to give you due warning if it comes to that though.”

“I trust you. As long as you are staying safe, and as long as you are taking proper care of your girlfriend, it will be fine. Now, since something is up between the two of you, is there anything I can do to help? Your father went out to the store, so we have time to talk if you want.” Brandon looked at the clock at that moment, and between finally noticing it was past eight and that his stomach was empty, Brandon was shocked by how late it actually was. The darkness hadn't really registered with him, and he realized how tired he had actually been. He just hoped he could sleep that night.

“No mom, I think her and I just need to talk some things through, but I was too tired to do it reasonably, so I fell asleep. I'm sure it will be fine. Thanks for everything though.” He realized he really did think things would turn out alright in that moment. The nagging concerns of the past few days were still there, but there was a hope that maybe they could get through it that hadn't been really evident the past couple of days.

“Ok, dear. There is food in the fridge if you two want to eat. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Brandon did something he did far too rarely. He walked up to his mother who was busy putting something into the cabinet, and gave her a hug from behind. She slid her hands over his and squeezed. “Thanks mom. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course honey. Now go work things out with Jeannette. It's better to get things taken care of than let them fester. Be a good boy and do the right thing, for both of your sakes.” And with that, she pushed him out of the kitchen.

Restoration and Revelation.

He walked back up to his room and sat on his bed. The little light from outside coming through the window was just enough to allow him to appreciate the sublime form of the woman he loved. She seemed so at peace, and was so beautiful that he was again amazed that she was even in his room with him, much less choosing to share his bed. He realized that a key detail of his issues was how much he loved her. He had given up so much of his independence to her, so much of his former life was now gone. He had given her a huge part of himself, and she held sway over him, grasping a control of him which he was realizing was dangerous to him if abused. He didn't want that taken for granted, for her to just mold him into her slave, recreating him in the way she envisioned him. There wasn't any thought of him stopping her, he had given himself to her completely. He just wanted to feel like he wasn't some pet to be trained. This realization comforted him slightly, as he felt he finally knew part of the underlying issue, and defining it helped him better explain it and remedy it.

He climbed back under the blanket with Jeannette, sliding his arm under her and nudging her head onto his chest. She moved in her peaceful sleep and nuzzled into him, getting comfortable and giving a slight sigh of contentment when she had settled herself. He watched her sleep for a few more minutes, before he again closed his eyes, feeling a bit more peaceful, and let his mind wander. She stirred him out of his reverie a few minutes later.

“This is a much more comfortable position, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head in response, and she looked up at him. “Feeling better?”

“A little, but we should still talk. It's less urgent now though, if you want to wait on it.”

She gave him a withering look. “That's one of the stupidest comments I've ever heard you make. And you are not a stupid person, so I'm going to let it slide.” She sat up on her arm. “No way on earth are we not dealing with this now. I am not going to go any longer than I have to feeling like you and I are disconnected. Today has basically sucked.

We went from the thrill of fulfilling a wish to you acting as if I am a stranger, actually even worse than a stranger because you would have at least have been civil to them. Even though you seem better now, I still feel like there is a massive wall between us that I want to break down, and I want it down now.” She was still obviously extremely hurt, and was impassioned about getting this done.

“Fine, let's just get this over with. Can we at least go for a drive, I don't want anyone accidentally hearing anything.”

She agreed, and they told his mom they were going out for a little while. She smiled at them and nodded, and like every mother seemed to know precisely what was happening without being told. It was an unnerving thing at times, Brandon was never quite sure what she ever really knew and didn't know about him.

The got into his car, and they started down the street. Jeannette turned in her seat to look directly at him, and she appeared dead set on resolving the situation right that instant by sheer will alone.

"Ok, enough is enough. Look, I know this was somewhat out of your comfort zone, but we both agreed to this. What is your problem?”

Brandon sighed heavily. “Several things. First of all, I warned you earlier in the week that I wasn’t comfortable sharing or being shared yet. And then immediately it seems you push me into doing just that. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being molded into what you expect me to be, and have no say in the matter.”

“Well, first of all, you did have a say. Second of all, I am sure we are going to be changing each other constantly throughout our lives. There is nothing wrong with that, that is normal. That doesn’t mean I am not happy with you as you are, but there will be things that we can each improve upon in each other.”

“Well, yeah, fine tuning, but you took almost precisely my concern, and went straight for that. Of course I’m not going to like it and think you don’t care how I feel.”

“I picked that mostly because I wanted it too. I had already offered to try on clothes for you. And that was not sharing our bed. She barely even saw you, I blocked most of the parts you were nervous about. You were not having sex with her, you were having sex with me. She wasn’t sharing either of us. She was watching, that is all.”

“That’s a very legalistic interpretation, but you should have known it would still be close enough that it would bother me.”

“Fine, I’m sorry. I thought we were still within your line, but I was obviously wrong. Was that all?”

“No, you made it worse earlier. You didn’t even care that she seemed to want me now. I want you to want me and want to keep me to yourself.”

“So you think because I wasn’t jealous that I don’t treasure you and want you for my own? Of course I do. However, I also know your heart, and I know you wouldn’t stray. You committed yourself to me, remember? I’m not worried that you are going anywhere. Even if you did have a dalliance, which I highly doubt, you would still come back to me. Just because I am confident in you and our relationship is no reason to get bent out of shape.”

Brandon had to admit that his feelings of inadequacy were what was behind all of this. They were the cause of everything that he had gotten mad about, and were why he was trying to blow up their closeness over his own insecurities.

They didn’t talk for a few minutes, as Jeannette seemed to sense that he was working through things, and that she had made her point. After a few more minutes, he reached for her hand and resignedly said he was sorry. She held is hand tightly.

“Now, can we me on?”, she asked hopefully. He agreed, still trying to get out of his earlier funk. “Good, then I think the best way to help you get back to normal is a little endorphin rush. And I know precisely how to get those things screaming through your brain.”

She undid her seatbelt, raised the chair arms, and ran her fingers up his leg forcefully to his crotch. He had been as limp as he could get, but she quickly roused him to life, and undid his jeans.

He glanced at her in a kind of awe, she had done it all in just moments, and it was a stark contrast to how she had been acting just moments before. She continually surprised him, and this quick emotional shift was yet another revelation of her personality which seemingly had some amazing twist just when he thought he had it figured out.

His eyes flew open when he felt the heat of her mouth surround him. He was trying to focus on the road, but she was doing her very best to distract him with her tongue and mouth. Her tongue swirled quick patterns, squeezing and releasing, teasing and tantalizing. She used the tip to focus and press hard, sliding with firm pressure up his entire shaft, from base to tip, causing him to shudder involuntarily when she passed over the sensitive area just below his crown. She flattened her tongue out then, swirling it around the tip, covering as much area as possible with each pass. She then drove him down into her mouth and just inside her throat with a quick thrust, slurping her saliva back into her mouth with quick suction as she slid down his length, keeping him fully lubricated but not dripping all over the seat.

Her tongue flicked out then, and teased his balls, before she slid back up, and started bobbing her head quickly, letting him go deeply into her, so he was fully encased in her warmth. He knew he wouldn’t last too long if she kept up this pace, so he frantically started looking for a place to pull over, not wanting to chance slamming the gas pedal and losing focus when she finished him.

She seemed to sense his worry, and slowed down, keeping him at a perfect place, so he was enjoying it thoroughly, but also not in danger of losing it yet. He felt like he could stay like this forever, this perfect bliss of pleasure as she prolonged him with pressure and pace.

He finally found a road leading to a gated park area, and hid the car as best he could to avoid any unwanted notice. The moment he put the car into park, Jeannette resumed her earlier furious movements, and soon he felt his need rise to the point of fulfillment. She hummed then, encouraging his release, and he came forcefully. She purred and hummed harder, urging him to even higher planes of pleasure, and every muscle in his body tightened and hardened in the power of the moment. He panted heavily once his body unclenched, but Jeannette kept him in her mouth, lightly sucking him up and down, and keeping him fully erect.

Finally, she let him slide from between her lips, and she raised up and kissed his cheek. She then moved over to his ear, and lightly nibbled his earlobe. She whispered seductively into his ear. “You like that baby? You like it when I suck your hard cock deep down my throat?”

Brandon was taken aback by this. They had never talked dirty before, and he was surprised by this sudden turn of character. He wasn’t used to thinking in those terms, having been so inexperienced sexually before they had started dating just a couple weeks earlier. He was a romantic at heart, and had felt that talking like that might be demeaning to the person he loved so much. However, he found it rather arousing and enticing as she continued, “You want me now honey, you want to fuck me hard? You want to fill my tight pussy with your rock hard cock? You want me to cum for you? You want to make me scream your name?”

He turned to her, and saw the deep lust in her eyes, the passion burning to the root of her being, and responded in a way that was entirely new to him.

“Less talking, more fucking. If you want me, get the hell over here.”

She smiled devilishly, and hastily removed her shoes as Brandon shifted the seat back, then reclined it slightly. Due to her expertise keeping him up after the blowjob, plus the rush of her forward attitude, he was more than ready. He realized he was starting to look at the world in a whole new way, and it was freeing for him. He decided to keep it up, showing her that he was more than willing to play this game with her. “You want me? You want me to pound you until your senseless? What are you waiting for then?”

She rapidly finished pushing of her jeans and panties, and flung her body on top of him. She quickly straddled him and positioned him just outside her hole, then dropped forcefully, taking him completely inside her in a smooth but frenzied motion.

“You like my hot pussy?”, she continued, starting to pant as she forcefully rode him.

“I think your pussy just likes my hard cock filling it up, thrusting deep inside.” Brandon replied, trying to get into the spirit of her mood. It apparently worked to, as she groaned and ground her clit hard against his pubic bone. That was enough to push her over the edge, and she came forcefully and screamed loudly in her delight.

Since Brandon had only finished a few minutes earlier, he wasn’t close yet, so he just let her slowly grind through her orgasm, her body now slumped against him as she basked in the pleasure. After a minute or two of allowing her to sensitivity to diminish, he slowly started thrusting upward, gently easing in and out of her. She purred into his ear, and they started moving in rhythm with one another. The earlier frenzy had abated, and they now made love slowly, just enjoying the sensations they were giving one another. Brandon held her to him, loving the connection they shared, and the renewed closeness after the difficult past week. He kissed her cheek lightly, hoping she would sense the meaning in it, and she responded by squeezing his neck in a quick hug.

“I love having you inside of me.” She said, resting her head on his shoulder. “It feels like I’m complete then. I don’t know how I ever felt whole without you in my life.” She lifted her head, and looked at him intently. “No matter what happens, remember this moment. Remember our connection and my love for you, and let it be the thing that reminds you that I deeply love you, not matter how I may seem at that moment. I will never stop loving you, even though I may not show it in the ways you want me to.”

“I love you too. Thank you for being so understanding and putting up with me the last few days.” She kissed him quickly on the lips, then quickened her pace, now eager to fulfill the urges surging through her body. She closed her eyes and groaned, reveling in the sensations of their union. She came relatively quickly after that, and the all-encompassing pressures of her contractions allowed Brandon to cum too, his release sending thrills through every nerve ending of his body.

She held onto him for a minute more, than rolled off of him and flopped back onto her seat, running her fingers through her hair and sighing in post orgasmic contentment.

“That was so much better honey. Nothing like a post-fight screw to remind you of where your priorities should be, and to get you over everything quicker.” She looked up with him with slightly closed and glazed eyes, still slightly caught up in her stupor. “And I so love making you cum. Nothing like the satisfaction of being able to give you that kind of pleasure, and the feel of you finishing inside me. It’s incredibly fulfilling.”

They finished getting dressed, and Brandon drove out of the secluded area they had parked. A minute or so later he passed a police car going the other way, and the thought that they could have so easily been caught gave him another minor wave of adrenaline. He took Jeannette’s hand and squeezed it tightly, enjoying feeling like they had made it through their first real problem together rather well.

They returned to Brandon’s house, where his parents were watching tv. His mom greeted them with quite a large twinkle in her eye. He again felt like no matter what he did, she already knew all about it. At the same time, she was smiling, so she couldn't be disapproving too much. The two of them joined his parents, and they curled up on the love seat together, just enjoying the others’ presence.

To be continued. Based on a post by Cryonic, for Sex Stories.