Putting Things Into Their Proper Context
by GibblyWoo
Chapter One — Crush to Girlfriend Overshoot
Will stared intently at his laptop screen. As near as he could tell, the systems had interfaced properly. The personal AI system, HAL Jr., that he had bought on Amazon a few weeks ago, had taken his concepts, and the elements he had gathered, and crafted a “special” interface between the modules of Will’s own Instant Trance Generator and Traits Adjustment System (the ITG-TAS, as he called it), and from it to the Ding Doorbell Camera system which monitored the front door of his family home.
Will Carpenter was 19 years old, taking a year off between high school and college, and was the kind of guy who spent a lot of his time trying to find things on the web. For a guy with a decently athletic 6′2″ frame, and who kept in fairly good shape, his hazel eyes, peering out of a pleasant brown-haired face, always seemed to be staring at a display screen of some sort. He figured that made him something of a nerd, in the eyes of his peers, but it wasn’t that, so much. It was just that he enjoyed drinking from the firehose of information that was the internet, and had a talent for picking out the crumbs that fit together into interesting patterns. He was beginning to suspect that this set him apart from others, but hadn’t really grasped the fact that pattern recognition skills are the basis of most genius-level intellects. Applying his skills, later in life, would result in some moderate fame, and not inconsequential wealth, though all of that lay ahead of him, on this early June day.
Add to that the fact that Will was a horny 19-year-old, currently without a girlfriend, and had what you might call a control kink. For several years, he’d found that his favorite types of erotic literature, etc., involved things like hypnosis and mind control. Which meant he was always on the hunt for information, both real and fictional, about such topics. And in fact, a couple of months ago, it was while following up leads he had come across, that led out onto the dark web, that he’d accidentally found a storehouse of files about an old CIA invention they had called the “personality sequencer.”
There were a lot of obvious BS claims, Will found, both on the regular web and on the dark web, about types of control aids and devices. There were—supposedly—aphrodisiacs that would turn women into obsessed fuck toys, love potions to make anyone worship you and obey your every command, even magic crystals that placed your target under your mystical control. That kind of thing. And when he found this cache of info about the personality sequencer, Will figured it would be another one of those scam things, trying to get you to purchase something, or just waste your time. But as he looked more closely, details about this sequencer seemed self-consistent, and properly envisioned to be built and operated with 1960s technology.
The CIA had apparently been trying to come up with a “brainwashing ray” that could be used to turn foreign agents, make people act in ways more favorable to the interests of the United States, and—just as important, in their estimation—turn that cold beauty in the secretarial pool into one’s own personal fuck toy.
Of course, because humans be humans, and the CIA being run almost entirely by men at the time, most of the early tests they ran applied their techniques to that last area of interest, i.e., Better Seduction Through Electronics. There were experiment reports, operations summaries, and even videos ed from old tapes which showed people (mostly younger women), some volunteers and some unwitting participants, convincingly controlled to the extent that they would enthusiastically perform sex acts, and in many cases you could even say they were performed on command.
The problem was that, in the days before integrated circuitry and high-speed digital links, it took more time to input the desired behaviors, etc., into a person’s mind than you could ever have available in most intelligence operations. The first experiments took weeks to complete for responses to basic commands/requests to start showing up. The human neural system wasn’t understood as well back then, so the neural encoding was hit-and-miss at best, and they didn’t understand the ways you could goose up the information transfer rate.
The other problem was that, well, they found out that it was really, REALLY easy to make people horny, and to fuck pretty much whoever you wanted them to fuck (within limits), because at a very basic level, people liked to fuck. A few quick overrides of contextual cues, plus a well-crafted command set, and this mode of mind control could make almost any two people with compatible orientations fuck each other. The problem was, it wasn’t nearly as good at spy stuff, because it was really only effective at making people do the types of things they already wanted to do, deep down. The only spy applications were to maybe get them to do it in inappropriate situations.
For example, if you tried to program a communist to want to betray the State, or a capitalist to cede the means of production to the people, well... those weren’t things those people wanted to do at a basic level. So, as a brainwashing machine, it wasn’t very effective, seeing as how urges that weren’t compatible with what people liked and wanted were easily dismissed by most everyone they experimented on. And it was less effective at, say, getting a straight man to have an affair with a gay man, something the CIA checked out, to see if they could use it to put world leaders into compromising situations. Again, it was easier to get people to do things they wanted to do already. Most people are pretty well set in their sexual orientation, i.e., you can make straight men and women want to fuck each other, and gay men to fuck gay men, lesbians to fuck lesbians, etc. So, except for scandals that took advantage of people doing what they already enjoyed doing, the whole thing’s usefulness to the CIA’s security mission was limited. And besides, they already had effective methods of using sex to extract information, create scandals and blackmail situations, etc. They used prostitutes. It was way cheaper and easier.
But for turning parties into orgies, or getting to fuck that one person who’s always been unapproachable, it was explored in much more, um, depth, and was the subject of many penetrating studies. The films that had been ed to the dark web’s file cache made it clear, that, while slow and clunky, the technology could convince any two people of compatible orientations to enthusiastically engage in sex acts. They even all appeared to enjoy themselves. A lot.
Will dug through the archives, and discovered that the tech needed is basically available off-the-shelf these days, decades later. And the basic operations were now fairly well understood. Neurologists had even unlocked a fair amount of the brain’s coding scheme, so the rate of command sets into human brains could conceivably be cut to under a second. Plus, the commands themselves could be encoded in much more detail now, which, Will figured, ought to ensure even more tightly specific responses than had been achieved 60 years ago. All one really had to do was put all the pieces together and tie them up into one application package. Which was something he was fairly good at.
Spending several weeks at it, Will picked up enough of the needed equipment to create a small system of his own, named it the ITG-TAS, and used the Hal, Jr. AI package he had bought on Amazon to interface it all.
With its help, he put it all together, letting the AI walk him through setting up the control screens, input fields and selections where he could craft the command sets for the behaviors he wanted to trigger, and various other ways in which the command system could “trick” the subject into believing that sex acts they wanted, deep down, to perform were placed into a context that led to the commanded behavior. In other words, an electronic hypnosis system that could override resistance by changing the context. A stranger might suddenly be made to believe that you are her Friend With Benefits, whom she can’t wait to fuck, or a single father might be led to believe that the high school senior he hired to babysit his little boy is now his ravishing fuck date for the evening—and, hopefully, Will thought, vice-versa.
And now, it looked like it was all ready. All it needed was some tests. And, of course, since Will had put in all the time and energy to set this thing up, just like those CIA researchers decades ago, he figured he ought to be one of the first people to test it out. But his options for test subjects were a little limited.
Will lived with what he thought of as his “composite family”—his father, his father’s new wife, and his new 18-year-old stepsister. His Dad, William Alan Carpenter, Sr., but who went by the nickname Bud, was 43, and still in pretty decent shape, even though his brown hair was graying at the temples. He still managed to go to the gym, moreso now that he had remarried. Will’s Mom had ed from cancer when he was little, and his Dad brought him up pretty much by himself, so Will was genuinely glad for him when he met Helen, the 37-year-old divorcee who now lived with them, and shared his Dad’s bed. She was a slim, short ash blonde, with just the right amount of curve to her ass to make it one of the sexier things Will had seen sashay through his house in a while. Instead of daydreaming about bending her ass over the back of the couch, and pumping himself into her, though, Will just felt glad for his father, that he could do that. Good for Dad, he thought, he deserves it.
Jenny, Helen’s daughter, must have taken more after her father, because at only 18 years of age, she was a half foot taller than her mother, willowy with the still-slim hips of a teenager, but C-cup breasts that really made her stand out in a crowd. She shared a northern European skin tone with her mother, but sported red hair, unlike her mother’s ash blonde. She tended to attract her own crowd at school, where she had just finished up her junior year. Her January birthdate meant she was nearly a year older than most of her classmates, and luckily for her, a year more physically developed. That had led to her trying out for the cheerleading team, despite never being part of the “cool girls” clique. Maybe that was because she always spoke her mind, no matter who was listening.
While Jenny came closer to intriguing his sexual imagination than her mother did, Will resisted thinking of her in “that way,” because he took his Dad’s happiness seriously. He didn’t want to take any risks that he and Jenny might do anything that might screw things up. After all, they were both teenagers, with the flowing hormones that implied, who weren’t related by blood in any way, and who lived together. Thankfully, though, Jenny teased Will more like a sister teases a brother, which made it easier for him to treat her like a sister, and not a redheaded knockout. You could tell she had missed having siblings growing up, and Will supposed he had, too.
Besides, Jenny’s flirtatious side was reserved exclusively for her boyfriend, a jock named George, who had been a senior before his recent graduation, in Will’s same class, in fact. He’d played football and basketball at their high school, and would be starting at the local college in the fall, on a football scholarship. Will had lost an argument he’d had with his conscience, when Jenny had left her diary out on the coffee table one day, and had sneaked a peak. It seems George had taken her virginity a few months prior, after she’d turned 18, and they’d been active since then. It came as no surprise to Will, it just confirmed what he thought had been happening, when George would come over to visit her, and they’d head directly to her room, where the door would be immediately closed and locked. And from which squeaking bedsprings, and sometimes moans and grunts, could then be heard. Helen seemed happy for them, rather than upset that her baby had become sexually active, so there was very little tension in the family over it. Heck, George even started spending the night once or twice a week. For a jock, he was surprisingly affable, really seemed to care for Jenny, and Will found him a welcome, if occasional, addition to their breakfast table.
So, looking at his options for testing his system, it was obvious that his family was right out. Besides, what he’d had in mind from the start—maybe from the very first time he got interested in mind control—was enlisting the unwitting aid of one Julie Hall, the girl he’d had a crush on throughout high school. He’d fallen in love with her at first sight, when they were both no more than 13 or 14 years old. But she had firmly placed him in the Friend Zone, and while they were pretty close as friends—very close, he thought sometimes—it could get hard to bear, loving her so much, but unable to get close to her heart.
Of course, in their early to mid teens, guys especially got painfully shy around the girls they liked, and Will ed one day that had nearly outed his crush to the whole class. It was freshman year, he was sitting in class, with Julie sitting one row in front, and three seats to the right, of him. The classroom lights were darkened, as they were watching a videotape of the musical “1776” in American History class. It was a long movie, so the teacher was breaking it up over three straight days. This was the first day.
After the lights had gone out, Will had sat and gazed at Julie’s profile, lit only by the light from the big display screen at the front of the class. His imagination, never very far at this age from a bedroom door, was tossing around a nascent fantasy of their wedding night, signs around the ballroom announcing the Carpenter—Hall wedding festivities, him dancing with his bride, and then taking her by the hand as they headed towards the bridal suite...
His reverie was shattered when, in the movie, a scene was playing where Lyman Hall, new delegate from Georgia to the Continental Congress, stumbled into the Congress chambers, exclaiming that he had only now found them, because no one he asked in Philadelphia seemed to know where the Congress met. The Georgian explained “One person told me you were all at Carpenter’s Hall.” Will Carpenter, startled to hear the words floating in his fantasy spoken aloud, blurted out the words “Julie Hall!”
He got teased about it continuously for a month. Julie never said if she had gotten the same treatment from her friends, but he suspected she had.
It had nearly broken him, when he found out that she was seriously dating someone else in senior year. She’d always been popular, and boys were always asking her out on dates, but this was a serious relationship. It was well known that it was sexual, because of the scandal when Julie and her boyfriend Don were caught fucking in the boy’s locker room after school, one day. But they’d broken up recently, just after graduation, and he was pretty certain Julie wasn’t seeing anyone new, yet. They were friends, after all. They talked together a lot, moreso now that she wasn’t spending time with a boyfriend. He was sure she’d have mentioned it, if she had started dating someone new.
She seemed to be having a hard time getting over her break-up, though, her mood shifting between angry, thoughtful and even, he thought, depressed. Seeing her look so sad, when she thought no one was looking, just intensified Will’s desire to see her be happy. So he’d made a point of hanging out with her as much as he could, over the past few weeks since she’d broken up with Don. He’d been taking her to movies, and getting food with her, just friend hang-out things, fairly often. Nice, safe Friend Zone stuff, he figured, just to keep her distracted. Heck, he thought, I haven’t given her enough free time to start going out with anyone else. Which was part of the reason he’d wanted to spend so much time with her, he supposed.
But more than that, he wanted to see Julie’s face light up again. It seemed like it had been so long since she’d looked truly happy. As he tried to be there for her, in those weeks, he became more and more determined that it wouldn’t be because some new boy had attracted her attention. He wanted her to have a new boyfriend, for her to glow with warmth and life again—and he wanted that new boyfriend, the focus of her once-again bright eyes, to be himself. As a horny teen, of course his mind followed that train of thought directly into a bedroom, and he oddly hadn’t noticed that his fantasies—exclusively about Julie, lately—always began with her declaring her love, and only then demonstrating her lust.
But still, it excited him incredibly, to think that he might have found the very mechanism that could ensure his fantasies would come true. His dream of holding Julie in his arms, kissing her, undressing her, and worshipping her, and her body, the way he had always imagined, could finally be made into reality. With these somewhat confused ways of looking at what he really wanted—his hormones screaming “YOU WANNA FUCK HER!” and his heart screaming “You want her to love you!” he set about planning what he called “the beta test” in his head. Afterwards, of course, it would always just be “that day” or “the day I zapped Julie.”
Will waited for a Saturday morning when everyone else in the house had plans and would be out for the day, and called Julie on the phone. He made up a story about having something of hers he had found at their old high school while doing some favors for a former teacher, and could he talk her into stopping by his place to get it? A touch mystified, Julie agreed, and said she’d be over in about an hour. She sounded happy to hear from him, even though they’d seen each other the night before; maybe that’ll make this work better, he thought.
Will then got to work finalizing the command sets he’d been crafting. He felt pretty good about them, when he was done. He set one up for Julie, and one up for himself. The one for Julie, in a form that would be absorbed and accepted without her being aware of it, delivered a few basic adjustments to her mental context, when it came to how she thought about him. It was split into a number of smaller chunks of data, but what they added up to, when absorbed by the target brain, was a lot like a series of hypnotic commands/suggestions. Julie’s said: “This is Will. He is your new boyfriend. You started to date Will recently, after your break-up with Don. Being with Will makes you feel good. You’re strongly attracted to Will. You’ve decided you want to start having sex with Will today. You came over because you’ve been very horny lately, and want Will to start being your lover as well as your boyfriend. You are very excited at the prospect of becoming lovers with Will. You’re enthusiastically looking forward to doing anything in bed with Will that he suggests, and are confident enough to suggest doing things in bed that you particularly like, as well. You want to be naked with Will. You want to belong to Will, in mind, body and soul.”
The beauty of the upgrades to technology since the CIA experiments, Will reflected, was that he could insert all of those commands and beliefs into the system’s target in less than a half a second, so they stayed generally unaware that anything had been added or altered, in their heads.
Will toyed with using the ITG-TAS to convince himself that he was Julie’s boyfriend already, to match the context he had given her, but decided it was important for him to be aware of the start and end states, for the experimental data to be valid. But seeing as he could count the number of times he’d had sex with girls on some of the fingers of one hand, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her, if the level of success approached that seen in the old CIA reports and films. So, for his own command set, Will set up the following: “This is Julie, the girl you’ve loved for years. You are using the device so that the two of you will become boyfriend and girlfriend. You feel good when you’re with Julie. You are very confident in your love for Julie. You will have tremendous stamina while having sex with Julie, will cum only when you want to, and will be able to recover an erection easily after orgasm. You’ll remain aware of this command set and of actual context, but will happily be Julie’s boyfriend and lover, and conform to her new context.”
Now, for the final targeting parameters. Will had a picture of Julie on his phone—well, okay, he had quite a few—so he input one of the better face shots he had of her into the Ding Camera system’s facial recognition subroutine. When it “saw” Julie at the door, it would send a signal to arm the projector, which had been pre-loaded with the selected male and female command set sequences. The opening of the door would trigger it. Will was giving himself an abort point—if he decided he didn’t want to go through with it, or if the facial recognition system failed and it was someone other than Julie on the other side of the door, he could always abort by simply not opening the door.
With those operational sequences set in as a default, he sat back and waited for his crush to ring the doorbell, and (hopefully) become his lover. At least until the effects wore off—one of the reasons for the test was to see if the changes were permanent, and if not, how long they took to wear off. His research suggested that the context changes were permanent, as long as they weren’t in conflict with the target’s base beliefs and drives. But he figured he’d now get a chance to find out for himself. He knew he’d be inconsolable if it wore off quickly, but figured he had to take the chance.
Will’s reveries were broken by the sound of the doorbell. The Ding Camera display, routed to his laptop, showed Julie at the door, and a light on his laptop’s ITG-TAS display blinked green, the “target lock” indicator. His heart skipped a beat—if this worked, he was about to finally be with the person he’d fallen in love with at first sight, the person he’d been dreaming—and fantasizing—about ever since. He closed his laptop, glanced around the room to be sure there was nothing here he would be ashamed for a girl—especially this girl—to see, then went downstairs to open the front door.
As the door opened, he could see Julie standing there, wearing running shorts, a midriff T-shirt top and sports bra, plus trainers and white socks. Her straight black hair, which contrasted with her milk-white skin, was pulled back into a ponytail. An absolutely beautiful girl, with a cute face, upturned nose, and dimples, her proportions were perfect for her athletic 5′7″ frame. From the way she was dressed, Will guessed she might have gone out for a run and stopped by his place on the way back. She had an aroma that was part her shampoo and deodorant, part the perspiration from her run, and part something sweet and musky that plowed into his chemoreceptors and made his sexual response system pop right up with a loud “Hi, Howdy!” Thinking about it later, he figured it was just her natural pheromones, snuggling into his receptors as if they’d been specifically designed for him, and no one else. That happened with horny 19-year-olds a lot, but it still gave him a rush.
In the split second before—or maybe after, he was never sure—his device activated, Will suddenly had this image of himself on horseback, a knight in shining armor, spear and lance at the ready, galloping towards the walls of the Friend Zone, ready to dash that barrier into meaningless shards and sweep his Fair Maiden up, into his arms.
Julie’s face was relaxed and happy-looking, but a little curious, as a faint blue beam shot out from the projector, secreted above the doorframe, and glinted around both her and Will.. She gave him a brilliant smile, and began to speak, saying, in a friendly tone, “Hi, Will! So, wha...”
Then she went quiet for a very short moment, mid-sentence, as Will figured her whole world was shifting around her. Her eyes suddenly dilated, then went back to normal, and her face changed, becoming something else—not just curious, friendly, and, for some reason Will couldn’t guess at yet, hopeful. Her smile had become one of astonishment for a split-second, and then she was suddenly beaming at him, with a slightly hungry look creeping into her mouth, eyes flashing from friendly interest to lustful determination. She finished the sentence she had started, but within what looked to Will to be an entirely different context. In a noticeably huskier voice, heavy with insinuation, Julie concluded her question with “...what do you have for me, hmmm?” That last ending with a teasing smirk.
Will, for his own part, was fascinated to watch the sudden change in his crush’s face and voice. He felt himself responding to her, feeling full of confidence and certainty. He stepped up to her, pulled her close to him, and replied, simply, “Me.”
And with that, Will literally felt Julie melt into his arms. After a ragged breath that made Will think of a woman just recovering from orgasm, she tipped her head back and looked up at her boyfriend. Her eyes were wide, her smile deepened her dimples, and she drank in his eyes with a hunger he’d never seen in anyone before. Then she sighed with both contentment and excitement, reached her head up to kiss him lightly, and whispered, in an emotion-choked voice, “Oh, right answer.” And started kissing him again.
Will was elated—the girl he had wanted throughout high school, had loved in vain for years, was in his arms, kissing him with soft, perfect lips, and even now, standing in the doorway, was pulling herself more tightly into the hug, subconsciously pressing herself into him. The kiss went from a thing full of wonder to a hungry exploration of each other’s lips, mouth and tongue. Will began to realize that, if this kept up, they were going to start tearing each other’s clothes off, standing right there in the doorway. So he broke the kiss and started to pull her into the house.
“Aw, I was enjoying that,” Julie pouted as Will drew his lips away, but as he guided her inside he assured her “I just wanted to come inside, so we can go up to my room.” There was no need to put on a show for the neighbors, he thought.
“Your room?” Julie said brightly. “Your bedroom? Come inside?” Will nodded, so overstimulated that he missed the sexual innuendo in her last question. Julie almost squealed with delight at his nod, saying “Okay!” Then, almost under her breath, she added “There is a chance...“
Will said “What, baby?” It was the first time he’d ever used a pet name for her. Julie’s smile brightened even further, hearing it, but then realized she must have said part of what she had been thinking out loud—that there was a chance that Will and she might finally become lovers—and was suddenly embarrassed. She couldn’t say the words yet, which was why she had wanted to show him, instead... so she just mumbled, “Um, never mind, let’s... go to your bedroom... please...?“
They did, and the moment the bedroom door was closed (and locked, just in case anyone came home earlier than expected), Julie pulled Will into another embrace, kissing him deeply, open mouths allowing tongues to hungrily stimulate each other. Will’s hands slowly fell down Julie’s back as their kiss progressed, and by the time it broke, he was kneading her ass with both hands through her skimpy running shorts. Instead of shooing his hands away, she was starting to rock her ass into his hands. He was suddenly aware of a new scent from the girl—the aroma of her aroused lubrication that was just beginning to flow. It really brought home to him exactly what was happening.
They sort of fell onto Will’s bed without breaking their embrace, laid back and spent what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, kissing and fondling each other. Will again broke a kiss, in order to take off Julie’s top and sports bra, because he had a strong desire to see her tits, and to suck on her nipples. Julie not only offered no resistance, she eagerly helped him take her top off, pulling his T-shirt off of him as well. As Will gave her nipples attention, Julie noticed that Will’s cock was starting to make a bulge in his pants. She felt a wave of desire, to touch the cock that would soon be hers to enjoy, and started to stroke it through his pants.
“Thank you, Will,” Julie said, between hungry kisses, as he caressed her breasts and she felt his manhood grow even bigger and harder, inside his jeans. “Thank you for giving me... the time I needed. I told you... it would be worth it,” she said huskily as she squeezed his cock, “didn’t I?” Julie groaned as Will kissed and sucked one nipple, then the other, and added “I’m over... that bad stuff... You’ve helped me, so much. I... I want... to be yours... now.”
Will noted to himself that her context around him was so solidly reworked that she was fleshing it out in her own head, to make it completely self-consistent. At least, he noted it to himself with that part of his mind that was trying to observe what was unfolding. It was getting more difficult to keep the observer in his head uninvolved, though, the way his girlfriend was stroking and squeezing his cock. That was taking up more and more of his attention.
He didn’t even notice that he now thought of her as his girlfriend, not the girl he’d pined for but could never have. As much as he was aware of it, at least dimly, his context had changed in different ways than maybe he expected. He wasn’t trying to influence a test subject to see if he could induce her to perform sex acts. He wasn’t doing whatever he had to do, no matter how shady, to be able to have sex with his crush. He was enjoying getting completely sexual for the first time with his girlfriend, his one, true love. There was a difference.
It was wonderful.
Almost as if her mind was coming to roughly the same conclusions, Julie kept kissing Will with increasing urgency, encouraging him to caress her breasts and nipples, all the while going to town with her hand on his still-clothed dick, squeezing and stroking it, until it seemed she just couldn’t stand it anymore. As if a switch had been thrown, she almost frantically pulled his pants, shorts and socks off. She stared in open iration at her boyfriend’s fully naked body for the first time, then muttered something about seeing something “good enough to eat.” Thus began a slow and sensual blow job, as Julie worked up and down his cock with her lips and tongue, before finally starting to work her whole mouth up and down his seven-inch shaft.
During the (few) occasions girls had given him blow jobs, at about this point Will would normally be trying to index his collection of baseball cards in his head, to distract himself so he didn’t cum in the girl’s mouth only a minute or two into it. But—before he had even gotten to Aaron, Hank—he was happy to note that his own command set was making it easy for him to enjoy Julie’s oral ministrations, without having to bust his nut right away. So, he stopped trying to distract himself, and just lay back to enjoy it. Amazingly, she seemed to be enjoying the giving side of it as much as he was enjoying the receiving end. And, he found, she was very, VERY good at it.
But Will didn’t just want a blowjob that lasted all day. As it was, while he was naked, the girl of his dreams was still wearing her running shorts and, as he discovered with a little exploration with his roving hands, a pair of bikini panties. He’d have taken her for more of a thong girl, but maybe those aren’t comfortable while jogging, he thought. “She’s always wearing a thong when I fantasize about her,” Will realized with a start, amazed and still in disbelief that he was finally stroking her slit through her panties, no matter what style they were.
Regardless, he didn’t stop caressing her under her shorts just because he’d determined what kind of panties she had on. He kept sliding three fingers along her pussy lips, through her soaked underwear, the heady scent of her arousal becoming stronger and stronger. When he let his fingers slide inside the panties, and begin stroking her well-lubricated pussy lips directly, Julie’s sucking got even faster and stronger, while a muffled groan came out through her nose—her mouth being full of his cock.
It was only a minute or two after Will started fingering her under her panties that Julie stopped sucking him and urgently pulled her shorts and soaked panties off, followed by her shoes and socks. Will took one long look at the woman he had loved for so long, fully naked in his bed, and more beautiful and arousing to him than any woman he had ever seen, or even imagined. And then the two of them fell into their first—but by no means their last—nude embrace. They began a deep kiss, as she pulled on his shaft, and he slid his fingers in and out of her snatch. When Julie’s hips started twitching frantically, in rhythm with his plunging fingers, and her breath started to come in ragged gasps, she broke the kiss, and pulled away from him. Then she pushed Will down onto his back, and lovingly straddled his hips.
Will could tell that something unexpected had been happening in his own mind, in addition to the fever-dream aspects of the very real naked goddess on top of him, pressing her slit against his throbbing cock, telling him she wanted, needed to feel him inside of her... The fact that Julie so obviously wanted to be with him, the fact that his own context had included that he wanted them to be boyfriend and girlfriend—not just fuck buddies—and the fact that he’d been in love with her for years, all bubbled together in his head, and resulted in his feelings for her exploding upon him like a tsunami. In awe and wonder, looking into her eyes, Will said, “Before we do this, I just want you to know... I love you. I’ve loved you for years. My whole life, it feels like.“
Will then panicked—“What did I just do? What did I just SAY?” echoed in his head. He was suddenly afraid that his sudden declaration, as intense as it had been true, might have been too much. There was the possibility that Julie was only responding to the parts of the command set that made her want to have sex with him. If her own desires, deep down, were in conflict with encouraging such an emotional response to all of this—if Will being that much in love with her wasn’t something she could process easily—then he had reason to worry. Could he have offended her? Had he blown it? He found that, for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.
Julie stared at him, very seriously, as if trying to look through his eyes into his soul, and read the truths there. Then her lips curled up at the edges, she smiled, and replied, “I know. And,” she added, suddenly shy, looking away and then back into his eyes once more, “I love you, too.”
And, from the depths of potential despair, Will found himself suddenly catapulted high amongst the clouds, hearing all of the angels in Heaven singing praises to a God who allowed a mere mortal this much happiness.
Then Julie reached between them, and, her eyes locked on his, pulled his cock up to her well-lubed entrance, and slowly settled herself down onto it, until he was completely buried in her, to the hilt. She intensely repeated “I love you, too,” leaned down to kiss him, and as the movement began to draw her up, she felt him moving inside of her and began to rock back and forth, gently feeling her lover’s thick root fill the pussy that, she suddenly realized, had felt terribly empty, until just then.
Julie rocked herself up and down, back and forth, on top of Will, motions getting stronger and more rhythmic, keeping up a steady stream of commentary and encouragement as they consummated their love. She was telling him how wonderful it was to finally be able to tell him that she loved him, how good it was to feel him become a part of her, how much she’d been wanting this, how close she was to cumming... This delighted Will, as she’d never been this vocal in his fantasies, and everything she was saying just kept reinforcing his feelings for her. Plus, it was really turning him on.
Then his love started to pant, unable to breathe well enough to form words, and began a remarkable series of spasms, that looked to her new partner, who had never seen her cum before, like a dozen orgasms going off, one after another. What Will didn’t know, and what was rocking Julie’s world to the core, was that she had never cum this intensely with Don, not by half. In fact, she had never cum this hard before, period. Not even with her best fantasies.
Will could feel his girlfriend’s vagina grasp and milk the hard cock he had inside of her, and knew it was her body’s attempt to complete the mating, fulfill her evolutionary mandate, get the semen that her system wanted out of this sexual frenzy. Despite this, he decided he wanted to hold off a while longer, not wanting this to end, hoping that the pay-off would be bigger and better for both of them, that way. Instead, he said to the still-gasping girl on top of him, “Wow! You came like a fireworks show!”
A smile punctuated her O-face, followed by a resumption of her coital movements—in other words, she wasn’t going to stop, just because she’d already cum (a dozen times, all at once). “Oh my God, she’s multi-orgasmic,” Will thought, an aspect of her he’d never fantasized about, either, since his fantasies usually ended once they began Doing the Deed, leaving just the disposing of the tissues he was using. But this—this was literally beyond his wildest imagination.
She’d recovered enough to start talking about what she was feeling again, how incredible this felt, how it was so much more intense than anything she’d known, that she’d never cum that hard before, even repeating the words “yes” and “finally” several times. All the while keeping up her wildly sexy motions as she rode his cock. Not many minutes later, she started panting heavily, saying she was about to cum again—and added a request. “Please... cum with me... I want to feel you cum, inside me, wash through me... cleanse me... please...” And with a trembling jerk, as the orgasms again began rolling through her like continuous thunder, she almost screamed, “Please... cum... NOW!”
That was when Will found out that, yes, he now had great stamina, at least with Julie, and could cum whenever he wanted to—but, apparently, whenever she wanted him to, as well! Somehow, his context—or simply his raw love for the girl—gave her an ability to override his own control, and make him cum at her command! Almost out of nowhere, when Julie told him to “cum... NOW,” she brought him right to the brink after one more stroke, and to eruption after two. And as his hot cum spirted into her, Julie found out that the intensity of her last set of orgasms was nothing, compared to the ones she was having while her love filled her with the seed her body craved. Their expressions of release were so loud that, later, Will worried that the neighbors might have heard them. Then he changed his mind—he’d have loved it if the neighbors had heard him and his girl cumming explosively together. It might make them jealous, he’d thought with a grin.
For now, the lovers collapsed into each other, holding each other tenderly, each slightly trembling at the emotions of the event. Short, tender gasps of “I love you” from both of them continued steadily, as they regained full control of their bodies, again.
Then Will found out what happened after amazing, incredible, soul-shattering, deeply bonding lovemaking. They took a well-earned break, both drank some water, and Julie went to the bathroom. She also grabbed a couple of towels, so that they could mop up more wet spots as the day progressed. In other words, what happened was, they were being normal people, totally comfortable with each other and the frenzy they’d just been in, and likely would be in again, soon. Happy lovers, completely at ease with each other. It was funny, Will thought, how fantasies never included things like dealing with the wet spots. And yet, as they managed things, he discovered that this part of it, his girlfriend puttering around the room naked after they’d made love, and the fact that this felt so normal, was just as satisfying, in a lot of ways, as the sex itself had been. They’d vaulted right past the phase of being shy of their bodies in front of one another, and the emotional comfort of it was astounding.
Julie got back into bed with her boyfriend, happier than she’d been in what felt like forever. She’d been wanting this, with Will, for weeks, now, and somehow, today it had all flashed to reality. The feelings she had been scared to express were now easy, the weight had been lifted. She finally knew Will returned her feelings, and with their consummation of it, found herself deliriously in love, following the most bonding sex she had ever imagined. From the things Will was saying, it was obvious that it had been bonding for him, too. And as they nearly cried in their joy, and relief, each one knowing that the other absolutely, without question, loved them back... the fondling started again.
Will and Julie stayed in bed all afternoon, interspersing intense bouts of lovemaking with a lot of soft, comfortable conversation, expressions of delight, pledges of love and faithfulness, and even (surprising Will, who hadn’t included anything like this in the command sets, or even in his fondest dreams) total agreement on feeling more like husband and wife than boyfriend and girlfriend. It didn’t seem to matter which labels they played with, they all fit, now—boyfriend and girlfriend, friends and lovers, fiancées, even man and wife—in the truest senses of the words. They told each other how thankful they were for having found each other, and how fiercely committed to not letting each other go. They were more and more comfortable with their feelings, so much so that they began to sound and act more like a newlywed couple, or at least an engaged pair.
They weren’t quite to the point of making definite future plans, yet, but it felt real, and forever. They were doing more than having amazing sex. They were even doing more than making love. They were bonding. Through a perfect storm of pre-existing feelings, his device’s cerebral manipulations (maybe to both of them, he itted), plus what was likely a unique combination of factors and timing, their sex hadn’t just vaulted beyond simple fucking to the heights of ionate lovemaking. It had tapped into some of the primal physical and emotional processes of the species, and had been the most bonding sex it was possible to have. It only took their first time for them to feel emotionally and physically linked. Each time thereafter seemed to intensify the feeling even more, until, not even halfway through their amazing afternoon, they both knew. This wouldn’t end, ever. Being a couple committed to spending the rest of their lives together stopped sounding like a goal, and more like a description of where they were already.
However it had happened—and begging the question of how likely it may have been to have happened anyway, regardless of any artificial context alterations—Will and Julie were now, for better or for worse, a bonded pair. Mated for life.
They both realized it. They even itted it to each other, without any remaining fear that expressing it might make it shatter and blow away on the wind. And while both of them tried to find the right words to express how totally bonded they had become, that didn’t change the fact that they were deliriously happy about it.
The bonding kept being reinforced, as emotional connections found in talking and touching were turned into unbreakable, bonding links in the annealing fires of their ions. And amidst all of that, their simple delight in each other, and each other’s bodies, continued. Each suggested positions and actions they had liked in the past, or that they thought the other might like. Bringing each other off didn’t just feel like a happy ending for a session of sucking and fucking, it felt like another glowing testament to their love. The intense orgasmic heat of their shared frenzy for each other made each know the other more intimately than either had ever thought possible. By the time exhaustion brought their first day’s tryst to an end, they both felt closer to each other than they ever had with anyone else. Ever. And absolutely comfortable. Will even commented, to the drowsing girl in his arms, that he wasn’t sure what he had been enjoying most, the lovemaking, the talking, or just the being together. His mate agreed.
Will was also amazed at how no one seemed to be controlling anyone, at this point. He hadn’t hypnotized Julie and tricked her into fucking him, as his ashamed conscience was telling him he had started out trying to do. This one test of his device seemed to have instead broken down the walls between two people who, from the way they were connecting so powerfully now, would probably have found each other anyway, at some point soon. Right then, riding the high of that epic day, he didn’t see what he had done as anything except giving Fate a helping hand.
He was also amazed, on a scientific level, at how adept the mind was at making a new context, even one implanted from the outside, into their self-consistent reality. There was nothing anyone could say to Julie, now, to convince her that she hadn’t been his girlfriend until he had opened the door for her this morning. He was certain of that. He was halfway to the same point—if anyone asked him right now, he would say that they became romantically involved as soon as she was free from her earlier relationship. He was even beginning to accept the more natural version of how they started to date as reality, too. He still ed it differently, but that truth wasn’t as real, for either of them, as the story that matched their feelings.
By the time Will’s composite family got home, early that evening, he and Julie had, exhausted from their frenzied couplings, fallen asleep in each other’s arms. It felt like they had spent their first day as lovers making up for what felt like years of missed opportunities. The sounds of people coming home woke them, so they quickly got dressed and tried to make it look like they hadn’t been fucking all day. Will found that watching his love getting dressed, after an explosive day of lovemaking, was just as sexy as undressing her had been. Maybe even more.
They thought they had done pretty well, covering their tracks and looking innocent, until stepsister Jenny, after watching how they were acting towards each other, pulled them both aside, gave them each a hug, and said “Way to go, bro!” Julie blushed but smiled, and Will asked what she meant, but Jenny just said “You two are hanging all over each other, and acting WAY too pleased and proud of yourselves, for you not to have spent the day in bed together.” Julie put her arm around her love, kissed him on the cheek, and said in a low voice, “She’s good!” Since he obviously couldn’t deny it, his love having just confirmed it, Will just asked if Jenny thought their parents had noticed. “Probably,” she said, “but if I know them, they’re happy for you, too.”
Will drove Julie home. On the way, they couldn’t stop talking about how epic of a day it had been, for both of them. And, since the sexual frenzy seemed to have calmed down—for now—their talk quickly turned to the continuing emotional frenzy they were both feeling.
“Babe?” Julie asked. “Were you... were we being serious?“
“About what, dear?” Will replied. “That I love you more than a million shares of Microsoft? Absolutely serious!”
“You are very silly. It’s one of the many things I love about you. No, about feeling really close, now. Like, more than boyfriend-girlfriend close. Like, wanting-to-live-together close. But mostly, not-wasting-any-more-time-apart close...”
“Well, yeah. I feel like we’re truly a couple, now. I mean, I’ve loved you for forever, but now... I want to be with you every day and every night. I don’t want you to have to go home at night, and sleep somewhere that’s not next to me. Now that we’ve gone to bed together, I’m really wanting to wake up together. Every day.”
Julie gave a soft sigh, the image of waking up every morning curled into her lover making her horny. Again. Still. She tried to move past it for a moment, saying, “Yeah, me too, babe. But, I’m trying to figure out exactly how to explain this... explain us... to my friends. And my folks. What do I call you? My boyfriend? That doesn’t go nearly far enough.” Besides, she thought, she’d been calling Will her boyfriend to a few of her friends for a couple of weeks, already, in part to explain why she was preferring to spend time with him rather than with them. And, this was more than just Will graduating from boyfriend to lover. It was the joyous, if unexpected, merging of two souls. Just telling her friends they’d gotten around to sleeping together didn’t come anywhere close to describing it.
“I get it, darling,” Will said, breaking into her reverie and bringing her back to the discussion of what to call each other, to their friends and families. “This is all new to me, too. The only thing I can think of to call you, that feels right, is just ‘mine.’”
“Mmmm, same here, babe. You’re mine, too,” Julie said, grabbing Will’s arm for a moment. “But that doesn’t help, you know? I mean, my folks aren’t likely to be happy with me wanting to spend nights with you, if you’re nothing more than a boyfriend. Sorry to say it, love, but I’ve had boyfriends before, and none of them—not even Don—were the types that I ever wanted to spend overnights with. Much less ever talked about living with. Mom, especially, wouldn’t buy me wanting to sleep with you every night, if you’re just a boyfriend.” Julie was already formulating her arguments to her Mom in favor of spending nights with Will, he could see. And seemed to be thinking that it would be easier, if they could present themselves as in a more committed relationship than simply dating.
“Okay,” Will said. “If you think your folks need us to get married before they’ll give us their blessings, I’m happy to do that. But,” he added, “I also don’t think we need a license to tell us it’s okay to love each other. So, dear, let me ask it, straight out. Do you want to marry me?”
Will may have simply been asking the pragmatic question of how helpful the promise of a marriage license would be, when it came to convincing her folks to accept her spending nights, or even living, with him, without complaint. But Julie had grown up romanticizing this moment, when a boy she loved would propose to her. A part of her was thrilled, to actually hear the question. Especially from Will. And yet, it landed oddly. Maybe because they already felt closer than any marriage license could ever reflect. Nevertheless, she did melt a bit, inside, hearing him ask, and said “Yes! Of course I do, love.” And found herself grinning madly.
A moment of silence ed, and then each of them started to say “So...” at the same time. Will said “You first, love,” so Julie went ahead and said “Okay, so... does that mean we’re engaged? I can tell everyone you’re my fiancé, babe?”
“That is exactly what I was about to ask, dear. It... I dunno, it’s closer. It would tell people we’re in a committed relationship,” Will said. “But, it just doesn’t feel like it goes far enough.”
“Well, babe, the only labels that go farther are ‘husband and wife,’ and unless you want to sneak off to Vegas tonight, I don’t think that’ll fly,” Julie replies, only half teasing.
“Okay, okay. And, I have to it, I like the idea of telling people you’re my fiancée, too,” Will said. “But... at the same time, I don’t want to have to wait until we can get married before we can live together. I mean, when we’re both going to college, we can live in the married student housing, but that will require us to have gotten married, before we could do it. And, of course, the college won’t let you live on your own, off-campus, until your junior year, it’s either the dorms or live at home, with your parents. So, we can’t just find an apartment somewhere. I guess we might have to get married, just to be together,” Will concluded, a bit grumpily. Not because he didn’t like the idea of marrying Julie, but because it would mean a lot of stress, and interfere with their newly ignited love lives, if they had to do it within the next couple of months.
“I know,” Julie sighed, but then demonstrated that, already, the couple were so locked in to each other that their thoughts were following the same lines. “But I don’t want to have to spend our first summer together under all the stress of planning a wedding, either. Look, it’s only early June, my classes don’t start until September. We have time to think of something. And find a few places to get some privacy, in the meantime.”
“My family seemed pretty accepting of you, and God knows Jenny is allowed have her boyfriend spend the night. Maybe you can spend a lot of nights at my place, this summer,” Will said hopefully.
“Mmmm, I hope so. And, babe, let me be clear. I don’t need you to marry me to prove you love me, you proved that today, beyond the shadow of any doubt,” she smiled. “In fact, I think we did a pretty good job of proving it to each other. But, well, I am a girl, you know...“
“Yeah, I got that general impression this afternoon,” Will said with a lecherous grin.
“Stop that, you know what I mean!” But it was said with a laugh. “And, I’m just saying, as a girl, I have always wanted this. To have the boy I love propose to me, to tell my family and friends I’m engaged. To wear a wedding dress, have my Dad give me away, the whole thing. That doesn’t mean I think I need to you walk down the aisle with me before I’ll believe you want to spend the rest of your life with me. It’s entirely separate, it’s just something I’ve always looked forward to, and something I really want.”
“I get that, dear, I really do. And you know I’m fine with it. Maybe I shouldn’t it it, but you know I’ll do just about anything I can, if it makes you happy.” Though it was an amusing thing to say, and Julie laughed, they both realized just how true it was, of both of them. And the responsibility that came with it.
“I’m happy right now,” Julie said. “Have I told you lately that I love you, Will?”
“Not since we’ve put our clothes back on, dear,” Will jibed. “Or is it only my naked body you’re in love with?”
“No! Well, yes, but... no!” Will smiled in reply.
She became a little more serious, and asked “Do you think my folks will be able to tell? That we made love all day? That... that we’re lovers, now? I mean, your sister figured it out in like two seconds!”
“My folks nearly walked in on us, and my sister thinks everyone is fucking everyone all the time, anyway,” Will laughed. “But no, you don’t look any different, to me. Except maybe more beautiful with every ing second.”
Once—could it only have been the day before?—Julie would have blushed at such compliments, tried to deny them. Now, coming from the man she loved, she basked in them. “In his eyes, I am beautiful,” she thought. “I must use them as my mirrors, from now on.” The thought itself made her glow warmly.
“Okay, here we are!” Will pulled into the driveway at Julie’s house, leaned over, and intended to give her a drop-off see-you-tomorrow kiss. The kiss they shared lasted more like three or four minutes, and when it was done, Julie suddenly said “Oh, I want you to come inside with me for a minute. I want us to tell my folks.”
“That we spent the day in bed? Really?” Will said.
“No, silly! No—they know you’ve been taking me out lately, and I know they’ve been wondering how it’s going. But I haven’t wanted to tell them anything until I knew, myself. Until we decided... what we wanted to be, to each other.” A happy sigh escaped her lips, with the realization that it was all working out exactly the way she had wanted it to, when Will had stepped in to rescue her heart. “Now that we know, I want us to tell them. That we discovered we’re in love, and that we’re engaged. I don’t want to put it off.” Will suspected she wanted to start working on them to give their blessings to her spending a lot of her nights at Will’s house, as soon as possible, as well.
“Okay. But wait—aren’t they going to expect to see an engagement ring? I wasn’t exactly planning this,” he said, truthfully as far as an engagement was concerned, “I don’t carry one around, just in case!”
“It’s okay,” Julie said. “I’d rather we go out and pick out rings together, anyway. I’ll just tell my folks that we’re going to go ring shopping over the next few days, they’ll understand.”
Julie’s parents took the news as well as could be expected, even though they thought it was a little sudden. Plans were still very tentative, they told them—they hadn’t even gone ring shopping, yet, Will said, to explain away Julie’s bare ring finger—but they both planned on finishing college, so it might be a year or two until a wedding. There were a lot of factors, but they were committed to each other, and were planning on moving in together as soon as it was feasible. That last got a very small disapproving look from Julie’s Mom, but she didn’t speak up with any objections. Julie had been right, she was more able to accept her daughter wanting to live with a guy she was planning to marry, than with someone who was “just” a boyfriend. She knew she had something of a job, bringing her Mom fully around to her point of view, but she also knew it was just a matter of time.
Will’s Dad and stepmom approved more enthusiastically than Julie’s folks had, when they told them about it the next day. Maybe because they had only gotten married recently themselves, they appreciated how special the early stages of a love affair can be, so they shared special looks when they saw how much in love Will and Julie obviously were. Will’s Dad even shared the story of his little boy, getting ready to start high school, telling him that he’d met the girl he was going to marry someday, pointing at Julie. His stepsister gave him an “I told you so!” look, when his folks said that Julie was welcome to sleep over any time she liked—probably because they’d already set the precedent with Jenny and her boyfriend George. Jenny’s only comment about it, though, was, “It’s fine with me, as long as you keep it down to a quiet roar in there.” Will said “You’re one to talk!” under his breath back to her, and they both laughed.
Some things remained to be resolved, of course. The fact that Will had, as his conscience insisted on whispering in his ear, selfishly altered Julie so that they could be together, was beginning to weigh on his mind. As the summer unwound, and he enjoyed day after day of living in a Heaven of Julie’s attention and love (and of her sharing her amazing body with him), Will eventually decided he had to confess to her about his device, how he had used it, and what it could do. He was beginning to dread the conversation, but his feelings for Julie had become so strong, he knew he had to. Soon.