*”Mandy! SOS! Something was wrong with the hypnosis! Are you home?” Shit. His text makes me worry for my life! Did I screw him up? Did I make him like big tits too much? He already liked them so that can’t be it. Did he and Grace break up? Is that even good? Is he going to resent me for messing his relationship up?

*”Yeah dude. Get here!” I shoot it back. I’m terrified, pacing in my living room. Please God. I’m sorry. I should believe in you since I’m praying to you so much. Just please don’t let me have screwed Jamie up!

*KNOCK KNOCK He pounds on my door. I run to it and open it up. I’m swallowed by a hug. Jamie breathes a sigh of relief as he touches me.

“I’m not broken. I’m not broken.” Oh Jamie. My love. Don’t break my heart with such words.

“Hey hey. You’re not broken. What happened?” 

“It didn’t work. I tried to cuddle with Grace as a surprise. But… as soon as we layed down, I had a panic attack. I felt trapped by her arms. I couldn’t control my breathing. Grace calmed me down, but she was pissed that I made her think we could be more intimate than we are. I got mad at her, we had an argument. She kicked me out for the weekend. Told me to call her on Monday.” I’d be ecstatic if he didn’t sound so defeated. 

“Jamie, this isn’t your fault.”

“It’s not?” He took his head off my shoulder to look at me, tears were in his beautiful eyes.

“No Jamie, it’s my fault. Something wasn’t right. It should’ve worked with Grace.”

“It works with you.” He pulls me closer at my hips. Oh? Is he flirting? 

“I promise that wasn’t on purpose. Oh dude! You’re soaked!” It’s been raining outside. Hard as it seems. My shirt is soaked too. 

“Shit, sorry.” 

“Gimme it, need to dry it.” 

“Oh, yeah sure.” He sets down his bag, it’s an overnighter, and takes off his shirt. He gives me the soaking wet garment as I turn and round the corner to go to my laundry room. My whole house is small, so it’s only a few steps. I take off my shirt, not thinking much of it, even though it leaves me in just a bra. That is until James rounds the corner into my laundry room.

“Hey have you eaten ye– woah!” I see his eyes dart down to my breasts. Hot embarrassment flashes through me. It’s so hot though. He is looking at me. 

“DUDE!” I yell, not hinting at how much I want him to look at me. 

“I uh I…” His hazel eyes were staring daggers right at my boobs. I threw a towel from a nearby rack at him to get him to snap out of his booby daze. He quickly spun around as it hit him, and stayed turned. “Shit, sorry!” I try to hold back my giggle. Fuck he is so dumb and funny and silly. Dumbass. Sweet sweet dumbass. I throw on a shirt from my pile of laundry that was nearby. He did tell me he loved big tits. He must really love big tits. Another point for me in the score column. I start the dryer and push him in the back back to the living room. I huff my breath and sit down on my comfy chair. He sits on the same end of the couch as the last session. 

“Ugh, are you ready to go under? Figure out what went wrong?” I roll my eyes, still kind of annoyed by him.

“Yeah I am.”

“Okay. Take a breath. Look at me… ‘truth time.’” I say very softly. Jamie takes a breath as I say it, then closes his eyes. Once he opens them, he bites his lip. 

“I don’t think it worked.” 

“Uh well let’s see. Why were you staring at my chest?” His cheeks get really red. But he can’t find his words. He’s not under.

“I uh- well- I mean they’re- I- Yeah it definitely didn’t work.”

“You’re not comfortable?” 

“Not really. I mean, I’m a little embarrassed.” He looks to the ground. No, keep your eyes on me. I stand up and put my hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t react, good sign.

“What would make you comfortable?” I say, with concern in my voice.

“Well um- this is really hard to say when I’m not in ‘truth time.’ Uh, can we cuddle? Just for a bit? I really wanted to try it… with Grace I mean, but I couldn’t and it’s been on my mind. I think I’d get pretty comfortable if I could.” He didn’t make eye contact at all with me. Well, who am I to resist cuddling with my unrequited love? 

“Okay, lay down.” Jamie does as I say and spreads across the length of the couch. He faces away from the back of it, giving me plenty of room to snuggle up next him. I need to take a breath. How do I make this as sensual as possible? Slowly, it’s got to be slow. I put my weight on my hand and lean down towards the couch. I crawl the length of it, not touching Jamie yet, then lower myself from my hands to my elbows, then finally till I’m laying flat. Right next to him. I’m almost falling off the couch, but suddenly his hand is on my hip and he drags me closer. I let out an exhale of surprise. Our pelvises are touching, his hand is on my sizable hip, like I got some junk in my trunk, and our noses are practically touching. This has to mean something right? I peer up into his eyes and look for a reaction. He’s unflinching, practically eye-fucking me. I want to kiss him. 

“How does this feel?” I ask him. My voice is a little… vulnerable. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

“It feels, really good. This is what cuddling is like?” My hand crawls up his side and slinks around his back. 

“Mmm-hmm.” I close my eyes for a second, just getting lost in this feeling. Then I remember why we’re here. “Are you comfortable now?”

“Yes Mandy.” Oh? Okay. I believe him. He’s even using the same call and response. I stroke the side of his face to be sure. Just friendly touching right? He leans into the contact. Good. I keep it there as I say,

“‘Truth Time.’” His eyes close slowly, before opening back up with a familiar glaze to them. I keep my hand on his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb. He moans. He fucking moans! “How does this feel Jamie?

“Fucking incredible Mandy.” He whispers. His hand that was on my hip trails up to my back. His index finger starts to play with my bra strap. Woah. That is really friendly. 

“Can you describe what went wrong Jamie? Tonight with Grace?” 

“I couldn’t cuddle with her. I wasn’t comfortable.” What? He wasn’t comfortable with his girlfriend?

“Jamie, I made it so you could touch people you were comfortable around, are you saying your girlfriend doesn’t make you comfortable?” My hand is off his face now, he looks like he misses it.

“I guess so Mandy. I wish I was comfortable with my girlfriend.” 

“Who are you comfortable around? Your parents?” I don’t know why I asked him that. He said that they never touched him much as a kid. That’s why he is the way he is.

“No Mandy. I guess I’m comfortable around my sister, and… you Mandy.” Gulp. Okay he’s just gonna slip that in? Not the only thing I wish he would slip in. Woah, c’mon brain. Don’t let your ovaries take over. Or else Jamie is gonna be a sex-slave by tomorrow. If that is what he wants of course. I hope he wants that. Shit, except I want more than that. I want him to love me. A husband. A soul-mate. 

“Okay Jamie, why aren’t you comfortable around Grace?” 

“Because she’s not like you. She doesn’t make me feel cared for. Or seen. You make me feel so comfortable Mandy.” My eyes pop open like balloons. Oh my god, this has to mean something. My heart is racing. “Oh shit, that was a lot wasn’t it Mandy?” 

“No no. It’s fine Jamie. Just– Okay, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to make you feel more comfortable around Grace?”

“I don’t think so Mandy. I just want to stay here.” He grips me a little harder, bringing us a little closer. 

“You don’t want to think about your argument with Grace? Examine that a little?” I’m trying to steer him. 

“No Mandy. I’d rather stay here this weekend. With you. In fact I– I– uh oh.” What’s uh oh? Shit. I can feel his heart racing. 

“Heyheyhey, shhhh, calm down,” I touch his face again, “It’s okay, I’m here. What are you trying to say?” Panic is in his eyes. Crap, I don’t want him to have a bad trance. 

“I– I– Oh god.” 

“What do you want me to do? Do you want to wake up?” He vigorously shakes his head. 

“No Mandy!” He’s breathing hard right now, “Take me deep Mandy. Take me really deep so I can say what I want to and not remember. Please Mandy.” What is he trying to say? His face is so scared right now. I have to. He asked me to. I’m just being a good friend.

“Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one.” MWAH. I kiss him and he immediately calms down. His face is droopy. His body is slack. He is deep. “Jamie, can you hear me?” 

“Yes Mommy.” Okay, we’re good. 

“What were you trying to say to me? Why were you so anxious?” Please. Please. He decides to answer the first part of my question first.

“I was nervous because I don’t want your opinion of me to change. I don’t want to screw up our friendship.” I let him pause, so he can collect his subconscious thoughts and answer the other part. “Mommy, I want you to steal me away.” WHAT? I have to be misreading what he means.

“Can you elaborate Jamie?” My voice is shaky.

“Yes Mommy. I want you to steal me away from Grace. I want you to hypnotize me into forgetting about her and being in a relationship with you Mommy.” I’m gonna cry. There is no way it can be this simple.

“You want to be in a relationship with me?”

“Yes Mommy. Ever since freshman year of college. Everytime I wanted to ask you, you were dating someone else.” I’m crying now. Lightly, but I’m crying.

“And… you’re not saying that just because you get off on the hypnosis part?”

“No Mommy. While I do get off on being hypnotized, it’s only because it’s you doing it. I want to be your boyfriend, but making me be your boyfriend would be even hotter.” Hmm. I don’t know if that’s exactly what I want to hear. I want our relationship to be real, not forced. Can that even be possible now? 

“You really want me to make you my boyfriend?” 

“Yes Mommy. I want you to make me your boyfriend. I want to be the perfect lover for you. I want you to make me the perfect lover for you.” I’m so very wet. This cannot be real. 

“Okay Jamie. I will make you my boyfriend. At least till Monday.” Gotta see if this is really what I want.

“Nooooo Mommy. Make it all the time please?” He’s whining. He’s whining because he wants to be with me all the time. How did I get so lucky? 

“I can’t Jamie. I’ll just make it so you can forget about Grace for the weekend and we can have some fun. Okay?”

“Okay Mommy.” He says dejected. “I wish you would make me forget about Grace forever though.” Just you wait Jamie. I haven’t crossed that idea off yet. 

“Jamie, you’re going to wake up in a different reality. In this reality, you and I are going to be dating. We have been ever since freshman year of college. We’re going to be the perfect lovers for each other. We’re going to both put in a ton of effort. 60/40 but we’re both trying to be the 60. You’re going to be honest about how you feel about me, and I’m going to be honest about how I feel about you. We’re going to go on a date and make each other laugh. We’re going to make each other relaxed and comfortable, just like now. When I say, ‘This is the end,’ and kiss you, you’ll wake up from this reality.”

“Noooo.” He softly protests. I shake that off.

“You’re going to forget about Grace for the weekend and focus on what your feelings really are for me. Don’t ever feel pressured to be intimate with me if you don’t want to.”

“Not likely.” He whispers. Heh. He’s still so charming even in trance.

“Jamie, when I wake you from this trance, you’re going to go to sleep for the night, cuddling me. When you sleep, I want you to dream about what you really want in a relationship, and then tell me tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you wake up, you’ll awake in this alternate reality I have described. Do you understand Jamie?”

“Yes Mommy. I will be your perfect lover. I will wake up and tell you how I feel.” Okay, here goes. 

“Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one.”

“I love you Mandy.”

“WAKE UP! Whut-” He snuck that in as I said wake up. My breath is gone. Jamie opens his eyes again and looks at me with the same warmth he had before he got all anxious. He yawns.

“Woof, I’m tired Mandy. Okay if I go to sleep?” He doesn’t even try to let go of me. I think… this is going to work out. 

“Yeah Jamie. Go to sleep. I’m pretty tired too.” I rest my head against the cushion of the couch.

“Goodnight Mandy.”

“Goodnight Jamie.” And with that, even though my heart is racing, I fall asleep. I have him with me. Against me. We’re so close both literally and figuratively. Close to having what we both want. He wants me to steal him away. To love him. I already do. And tomorrow, I get a trial run of our relationship. Who gets to say that?