“Would you mind of I had a bath?” said Bianca “I’m still feeling icky after …”
“Not at all” said Greg. “Right this way. See how I avoided an imperative there?”
“Yes, very impressive” said Bianca as she was shown into the bathroom. “Although I’m still following you.”
“Whoops. Stop following me unless you want to.”
“I like the tag at the end giving me a choice.”
“Thank-you.”
Greg left Bianca to have her bath and went to get out his old books on magic. He found it ironic that his old shame would be so useful. Said shame was the fact that his collection was geared toward Love spells, Lust spells and other forms of mind and body control magic. He had, when he was young and stupid, thought about using magic to get girls. However his damn conscience always kept getting in the way. He knew deep down that it would be fake, not to mention all shades of wrong, and so he had simply used it to stoke his fantasies. The main reason that he had been worried about Ashlyn using the curse on Bianca to make her fall in love with him wasn’t his lack of confidence that she could naturally like him (although that had been a factor) but the guilt he felt about more than once in the past fantasized about doing just that to a girl just like her. He was just climbing the ladder to the attic where he kept what he mentally referred to as his ‘porn stash’ when he heard Bianca calling him. “Greg. There are no towels in here.”
*That’s right* thought Greg *I washed them today. I thought I'd put the new ones out but that's O.k. *
“I’ll just get some” he said running downstairs and pulling them out of the dryer. They were nice, warm and fluffy. Bianca should like that.
“Here you go” he said walking into the bathroom “Fresh from the dryer”
It was at that point that he realized that Bianca hadn’t closed the shower curtain and was lying naked in the bath smiling up at him. He also noticed some towels hanging on the rack.
“W-what? There are some right there.” He spluttered trying not to look at Bianca’s hot, wet, naked body; at her firm perky breasts with their little pale pink nipples or the wisp of pale blonde hair that she had obviously cleaned the cheese off …
“Oh, so there are” said Bianca “Silly me.”
“What’s this really about” said Greg “and please don’t lie to me”
“I was hoping you’d get so turned on by my naked body that you’d want to have sex with me.” Said Bianca before putting her hand across her mouth.
Greg suddenly realized that the curse had taken his last four words as a command and Bianca hadn’t meant to tell him that.
“Sorry… Bianca you will … Actually do I have to rescind that order?”
Bianca nodded while covering her mouth.
“Take your hand away from your mouth and tell me why.”
Bianca looked unhappy but did as she was told. “Because I don’t want to hurt you and sometimes the complete, blunt truth can be hurtful, and also there are some things I don’t want you to know about me because I’m embarrassed about them …”
“Stop” said Greg “Bianca you will lie and keep the truth from me whenever you need to.”
“Thank-you” she said “I’m sorry and I will try to be honest with you but sometimes it’s better to lie to save a person’s feelings and everyone has things about themselves they are not proud of”
Greg thought of his ‘porn stash’ in the attic. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry I forced you to do something you didn’t want to.”
“And I’m sorry I tricked you into coming in here in a blatant attempt to seduce you.”
“Really?”
“Only because I now realize it was a bit cliché and you probably now think less of me.”
“Not at all. I’m actually beginning to appreciate how direct you are.”
“However, I notice you’re still looking at me and can’t keep your eyes on my face which makes me less sorry since my plan seems to be working.”
Bianca had a point. Greg was looking at her naked body and his cock was getting painfully hard. He was thinking about all the fantasies he’d had once. Here was a girl who was not only compelled to do what he said but seemed more than willing to do it anyway. The shame he felt about all those ‘mind control’ fantasies warred with the fact that Bianca wanted him. He could use the ‘curse’ to live out his teenage fantasies guilt free in the knowledge that if he told her to do something she didn’t like she would protest and he could rescind it. He looked down at Bianca and came to a decision. |