Under the Bell Curve

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2000, 2003, 2009

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons
Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In
jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United
States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to
Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are
explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission
note must remain attached.

Abstract: A college student finds out his girlfriend is susceptible to
hypnotism; things work both better and worse than he expects

I was taking Peg to Rita's Roadhouse for dinner. Peg was my date for about the
fourth or fifth time this semester, and we'd had some pretty good times --
movies, concerts, that sort of thing. She was a chatty and ebullient brunette,
and filled out a sweater nicely. The most adventurous I'd gotten with her was
bringing her to the fraternity house for pick-a-pledge night, but that turned
out to be a bad call on my part. Obnoxious frat boy antics weren't her cup of
tea, and one of the gang spilled his bourbon punch on her skirt. (Her roommate,
Janine, was even less thrilled -- it was her skirt. I wound up paying the
dry-cleaning bill.) Still, Peg didn't quit seeing me, and she did give great
hug. Best of all, she wasn't bored when I talked about my classes. That's a
marvel, because usually when I tell people I'm in statistics their eyes glaze
over.

We were waiting at a stoplight and I was lovingly describing the finer points
of avoiding alpha and beta errors using two-tail tests. Peg was doing her best
to appear interested when suddenly she stiffened and shivered all over. I
looked at her, concerned, and asked if she was all right. "Yes," she said, but
her voice was colorless, without a hint of her usual animation. I continued,
asking her what just happened, and her answer blew me away:

"I hear and obey my command phrase, Teacher. I wait for instruction."

Command phrase? This was too weird for words. I looked around for a TV show
camera crew, but all I saw was the guy behind me waiting impatiently for me to
move since the light had changed. I pulled through the intersection and found a
convenient place to park. Then I bit my lip, took a deep breath and tried a
question. "Tell me your command phrase, Peg."

"You told me *high chi-square*, Teacher. I wait for instruction."

This was getting weirder and weirder. I wondered if she was pulling my leg, but
she'd never shown any inclination to practical jokes. I had this sudden flash
of the computer at the end of the movie 2001, singing Bicycle Built for Two.
Well, if Peg were really under some kind of hypnotic programming, then she
should follow orders. Like any good scientist, I had to test my hypothesis.

"Lift your left hand, Margaret."

It was spooky -- she raised her left hand and held it in the air near the
dashboard. I bit my lip, tossed around the odds -- like I said, I know
statistics -- and put my hand on her leg.

She didn't move -- didn't even blink an eye. I slid my hand up her leg to the
edge of her panties. Still no response. I had to take a minute to get my own
reactions under control. I cupped my hand over the front of her panties; her
thighs were warm to the touch and I could feel the rustling of pubic hair under
the fabric, but Peg didn't do anything.

Well, in for a nickel, in for a dollar. I lifted my hand and cupped her breast.
Wow. It felt soft and heavy, and when I rubbed my thumb over it I could feel
her nipple harden. Peg didn't even blink.

I yanked my hand back like it was burnt. Now I was really freaked out. I told
her to lower her hand, and when it was safely in her lap again I did the mental
equivalent of howling at the moon while cowering in fright. Here I was on a
public street, with my date sitting obediently just waiting for me to tell her
what to do. It would have been a wet dream come true if I'd had any idea how
far the control went, or how to shut it off... or the real kicker, where it had
come from in the first place.

Peg was still sitting quietly next to me. I decided to try a shot in the dark.
"Margaret," using my most formal voice, "repeat your commands for me."

"Yes, Teacher," she said in a very subdued un-Peglike voice. "My master
trigger, when You are with me in person, is 'High chi-square'; if You wish to
command me over the phone the full trigger is 'Insignificant results cannot
have a high chi-square'. When You wish to release me the clear phrase is
'Normal Curve, Peg'."

It was summertime, but I was deathly cold in that car. I'd thought of a couple
of possible pitfalls in this. Not the least was that I was definitely not the
"You" who had given Peg these commands in person. And if she thought I was that
"You" then there wouldn't be any way to find out who the real one was. "And
your memory, Margaret? What happens to your memory when the clear phrase is
used?"

She responded in the same spooky voice, "I remember only what you have told me
to remember, Teacher."

I paused before the next question. "And you will follow all of my orders,
Margaret?"

I thought I saw her flinch, but it may have been just the flickering of the
outside street lights. "I hear and obey, Teacher. I am Your good student."

Whoever had done this seemed to have all of the bases covered. I didn't believe
it. Not for one minute. But I couldn't resist the urge to find out. We were
supposed to be going to the Roadhouse, but it was too likely we'd run into
someone who knew Peg there. Instead I drove to a little Italian place on the
other side of downtown. I'd been there before, and remembered the food was
reasonably priced and the lighting was conveniently low. While I drove, I
reminded Peg to use her normal tone of voice and asked her if she liked Italian
food. Her response was less than helpful -- "Whatever you serve, Teacher, I
will eat." I could see there were some rough edges on this hypnosis thing. I
hoped one of them didn't reach back and bite my head off. I instructed Peg that
after we were seated at the restaurant she was to go to the restroom, remove
her panties and bring them back to me. Also, as an afterthought, that I could
touch her anywhere without complaint. That seemed like a good test.

We parked the car and I cleared my throat before saying "Normal Curve, Peg".
She shook her head and looked confused for a second, then looked around. "Chet,
weren't we going to the Roadhouse?" she asked. I let out a breath I didn't know
I was holding, and answered her. "Well, I thought I was getting too predictable
with that, and I hear this place is great for Italian." When we entered the
restaurant, I asked for one of the booths and the waitress found us a nice spot
somewhat secluded from the general customer traffic. We sat down and ordered
drinks; I had a ginger ale, Peg asked for a daiquiri. As soon as the waitress
left, Peg excused herself to go to the ladies room.

I waited, nervously twiddling my thumbs while the waitress brought our drinks
and left again. I did have enough presence of mind to pull out a pen, write
down the control phrases and stick them in my wallet. After what seemed like a
long time, I saw Peg coming back through the restaurant -- with something
clutched in her hand. I stood up and let her slide into the booth, and she
leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before sitting down next to me. "Sorry
it took so long, Chet, you know how we women are," she said pleasantly. As she
spoke, she opened her purse and without looking at it pulled out a pair of
powder-blue panties and put them in my hand. "So," she continued, "did you at
least get a good grade from your professor on that project?"

I slid the panties into my pocket, trying hard to keep a normal look on my
face. It was like her hand and her head weren't connected. "Yes, though he
still counted off for our not having been specific about how we computed the
degrees of freedom." I put my hand on her leg, but her eyes never left mine. "I
wouldn't be surprised if a lot of the class doesn't drop the course after that
stunt, though. What about your week?"

Peg lifted her drink to her lips and responded. "Oh, nothing special. Really,
the hardest part of my week was helping Janine get through her first major
report. I guess they don't teach writing skills in the big city the way they
did at home." If I didn't know how much Peg liked her roommate, I'd have
thought she was being snide. While she spoke, I slid my hand far enough up her
leg to be sure she had no panties on. Wow! Here I was with my hand between
Peg's thighs and she was calmly sipping her daiquiri and talking about her
roommate as if nothing was happening. Well, maybe nothing was happening in her
mind, but I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit.

About then the waitress came back and I had to get my hands back above the
table to handle the menu and order dinner for us. When the waitress left, I
skimmed my hand back up Peg's leg until my fingers were resting comfortably in
her pubic hair. She continued to talk about her week, and I managed to divide
my attention between my activities above and below the table. When I rocked my
hand from side to side, she responded by opening her legs. That gave me enough
access to stroke her labia, which quickly got tangibly wet.

That finally drew the first obvious response from her. "So with the concert
coming up --" She broke off what she was saying, and her eyes got big, then she
closed them and took a deep breath. I licked my lips, but then I got this
mental image of Meg Ryan from When Harry Met Sally -- the scene where she fakes
an orgasm in the restaurant. I didn't know if Peg was a screamer, and this
wasn't a good place to find out. Anyway, I'd pretty much proved that the
control on her was real, so I took my hand back, wiped it on my napkin and
lowered her skirt where it had gotten pushed up. When I was satisfied
everything looked normal, I triggered her, told her not to notice the absence
of her panties for the rest of the evening, then said "Normal Curve, Peg" and
mentally held my breath.

She blinked, twice, and her first comment was "I wonder why the food's taking
so long?" From that point until dinner was over I looked at everything she said
or did for double meanings, but there weren't any. As far as anyone could tell,
we were just a couple of college kids having a friendly dinner together. And
that's just what we had. The rest of our dinner was like any of our other
dates, except that I had a pair of blue panties in my pocket and an erection
that wouldn't go down.

We both had early classes the next day, so I took her back to her apartment and
she invited me as far as her living room. I thanked her for a good time and
opened my arms for a hug and kiss. The kiss was okay -- a warm peck on the
lips, and the hug was her usual full-body approach. I noticed that she smelled
spicy, like new-mown grass. If she noticed my erection, she certainly didn't do
anything to encourage it and I didn't feel like pressing my luck. Besides,
Janine was studying in her room, and I wasn't up to trying to deal with two
girls at once.

I went home, jacked off, and spent half of the night thinking about Peg instead
of studying for my English Lit exam. Getting into her pants this way seemed
like cheating -- but I decided since I wasn't making any headway otherwise I
might as well go for it.

*** *** ***

Peg had a wind ensemble concert coming up and the clarinet section had a lot of
evening rehearsals scheduled, so I spent the better part of the next two weeks
in the library reading about hypnosis. We set a movie date for the Saturday
after the concert. I wanted to call her in the meantime and do some more tests
on her control, but I also wanted to be around her in case something went
wrong. I finally came up with an idea I thought was workable, then spent three
days working on how to phrase it correctly.

Wednesday night I called Peg, ostensibly to wish her luck. While we were on the
phone, I gave her the trigger phrase and told her this: "Margaret, tomorrow
night at the concert you will feel every note of the music passing through your
body, from the tips of your wiggling toes to the points of your nipples.
Although you will become more and more aroused as the concert progresses, you
will not come, nor will you touch yourself in order to increase or relieve your
arousal. After the concert, you will wait for me backstage and when I give you
a hug you may finally come, but may not make a sound while doing so." I had her
repeat the instructions, blew her a kiss, remembered to say "Normal Curve, Peg"
and hung up.

The next night I dressed up and went to the concert. Wind instruments aren't my
favorite, but the music was okay, and Peg looked good in her black concert
skirt and white silk blouse. I looked carefully as the concert dragged on, but
I couldn't tell whether she was showing any effects from my suggestion.

When the concert ended, I waited a few minutes then wandered around back stage.
I looked around the crowd until I spotted Peg, sitting by the punchbowl. Her
face was flushed and she kept rubbing her hands up and down nervously over her
knees. That looked promising, and I came up on her from behind, tapped her on
the shoulder and said "Nice concert, Peg." She turned around with a gasp,
wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard enough to break some ribs and so
close that her crotch was rubbing up against mine. "Oh, Chet, I'm so glad you
came!" If she wasn't careful with the way she was hugging me, that was going to
have a double meaning. As I put my arms around her, she suddenly shuddered all
over, buried her face in my shoulder and pasted herself all over me. I stroked
her back gently as the scent of her hair surrounded me, and focused on not
coming in my own pants.

Eventually her spasms passed, and she stood up shakily a few inches away from
me. "I'm sorry," she mumbled in obvious embarrassment, "I guess I've just been
working so hard for this concert. Would you like to come over and visit for a
while?" I had figured to wait for our movie date to go further with her, but
she sounded so sexy and vulnerable that I couldn't turn her down. "Sure thing,
hon," I said. "Are you okay driving or do you want a lift?"

"I'll be okay, but thanks for asking. I guess the music really got to me
tonight." She kissed me, quickly but forcefully, and headed off toward the
parking lot. I gave her a ten-minute head start, and then went to get my car.

*** *** ***

When I got to Peg's place, her roommate Janine was there. I didn't really want
her around, but I didn't want to seem rude in front of Peg. Peg gave me a quick
but very enthusiastic hug, then went to fix a round of drinks while I sat on
the sofa. There was some kind of drumming CD playing -- tribal chants,
grunting, that sort of thing. Not my taste, but the rhythms certainly got the
blood flowing. When Peg got back with the drinks, I looked around and realized
Janine was missing. "Hey, where'd your roommate go?" I asked. Peg sat on the
sofa next to me, saying "Oh, she had big plans tonight, Chet, you must have
missed seeing her leave. I think she's going to some kind of all-night rave." I
mentally shrugged my shoulders; my opportunity was finally here. I watched Peg
as she sipped her drink; she was moving sexily and unconsciously to the tom-tom
rhythm of the drums. I took another sip myself and triggered her. "*High
chi-square*, Margaret."

She stopped moving, and shivered all over for just a second. I decided I wanted
her undressed, and it seemed like the words were barely out of my mouth before
she had put her drink down and started to unbutton her blouse, uncovering her
well-filled white bra. In no time she had shimmied out of her skirt leaving her
g-string on, and was sliding the bra cups down showing me that her nipples were
perked up already. She came up to the sofa and started unbuttoning my dress
shirt... did I ask her to do that? Maybe I wasn't specific when I told her to
undress. Anyway it was hard to concentrate between her full breasts brushing
against my face and the blood-stirring drumming from the stereo. "Shoes..." I
mumbled, and Peg was already kneeling on the floor taking off my shoes and
socks, rubbing each of my feet between her breasts, then running her hands
lightly up between my legs to lift and fondle my balls. Wait... what happened
to my pants? Who cared when her tongue was painting hot lines up and down the
shaft of my cock.

"Maybe you'd feel more comfortable lying on the sofa instead of sitting up,"
she suggested. That sounded like a good idea, and I shifted positions with one
leg on the sofa and one dangling off to give her hand more room to wander under
my balls. She turned around and straddled my face, saying "I've been so hot for
you since the concert, Chet, see what you did to me?" Her labia were all puffy,
and her vaginal petals were dark red and flared out. I wondered what they
tasted like, so I stuck out my tongue. She shivered all over again and settled
down pressing herself to my face. She was oily and kind of tart, but not
unpleasant. She was doing nice things to my cock, playing with it, occasionally
taking the head in her mouth, and I explored her with my tongue until she
ground herself down hard on my face and shook all over.

She must have been using some kind of scented body wash -- I recognized the
same perfume from the concert, but the drinks must have gotten to me because
everything after that was a haze.

My aching balls when I woke up the next morning weren't hazy at all; I had to
walk bowlegged to the shower. Hypnosis was obviously great stuff, but I really
needed to watch my liquor. As I was getting my books ready for class, I saw a
note on my calendar about having dinner Saturday with Peg and Janine. I
scratched my head, wondering why Peg had changed our plans from going to the
movies. I was disappointed, since I really wanted to see how far this control
thing went -- and the next time I'd be sure not to drink too much.

*** *** ***

Classes Friday were hell, not from the subject matter but from the erection
that refused to die. My mind kept wandering from the professor's voice to the
picture of Peg straddling my face, and only luck kept me from having to answer
any direct questions. I had dinner at the fraternity house for a change; the
jokes about who had and hadn't gotten any rang hollow now, but I didn't see any
reason to let the guys know that boring Chet was now one of the lucky ones.
Saturday was almost as bad; I did my laundry and worked on my computer lab
project, but alternated between wishing I was with Peg and wishing Janine would
be anywhere else.

Saturday evening at 7:30 found me at Peg and Janine's door, a small spray of
flowers in my hand. Janine opened the door, and if she noticed my momentary
disappointment at not seeing Peg she chose not to comment on it. "Why Chet, how
sweet of you!" she said as she took the flowers and held the door for me. "I'll
put these into a vase -- why don't you go into the living room, I think Peg
wanted to talk to you before dinner."

When I entered the living room, Peg rose from the sofa and came over to give me
one of her patented enthusiastic full-body hugs. I wished that I'd been able to
put her under control so that I'd feel safe squeezing her bottom; as it was, I
let my hand lie at the base of her spine and she didn't complain at all. She
was wearing that spicy perfume again, I noticed. "Chet, I've been waiting for
you all day," she bubbled, "I've got a little something I want to show you
before we eat. It's kind of a surprise!"

She ushered me to the sofa and plopped down on my right side; to my surprise,
Janine joined us and sat on my left while handing me a glass of iced tea. Peg
grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and flipped it on. I was shocked to
see it was some kind of amateur adult video, with a naked girl's back to the
camera as she knelt in front of a guy on a sofa, unbuttoning his shirt and
pulling his pants down before giving him one whale of a blowjob. You could tell
by the look on his face... wait a minute...

I started to jump up from the sofa as I realized that was *my* face, as I
watched my sweet Peg swing herself up and spread her legs over my face on the
TV screen, one hand on my cock as I eagerly licked her out. But Janine held me
on the left side, Peg held me on the right, and when Peg's hand fluttered down
over my crotch I realized that this could be a very good surprise after all.
Besides, I wanted to see what had happened after my own memory of that night
gave out.

On the television, Peg got off the sofa, turned around with her bottom facing
the camera, and kissed me -- a long wet deep kiss that I could feel even off
the tape. She wiggled her bottom at the camera; you could see the moisture on
her pussy lips between her parted legs. She sat up on my stomach, her breasts
swinging with the rhythm of the drums, and slid sinuously down to my crotch
where she proceeded to maneuver herself up and down on the videotaped erection.
I must have been really into it -- my body on the sofa was writhing and humping
beneath her and the sofa was squeaking like crazy, although for some reason I
wasn't saying anything. Peg came again, bouncing up and down on my cock like a
piledriver, and grunting out "Oh Yes, Oh YES, OHHH YEAAHHHH!"

The television screen was one thing; real life was something else again. Both
girls had their hands in my lap, one or the other had unzipped me while my eyes
were glued to the screen, my legs were spread out over each of the girls' legs.
Their hands were busy inside my shorts, and my cock was threatening to burst. I
almost did lose it when I watched Peg on the TV screen climb off me. My video
erection was standing straight up, larger than I'd ever seen it and colored a
dangerous dark red.

On the screen, Peg giggled. The Chet on the sofa looked at her with a piteously
needy face, and she spoke while giving the camera a half-glance. "Poor Chet,"
she said, "Here I've had all this fun and I bet you're just aching to come,
aren't you?" The me on the sofa opened his mouth but nothing came out; he
settled for nodding his head vigorously and rocking his hips in little
in-and-out motions. "That's okay," she cooed, "I know all about it." She knelt
by the side of the sofa and kissed her way around my/his nipples and down
his/my stomach, finally taking each of his balls in her mouth and swirling her
tongue against them. "I love these," she continued, "and I know Janine's gonna
love them just as much!"

I was trying to reconcile the sweet, demure Peg I knew with the sexual animal
on the screen, not to mention keep my eyes focused while one girl twisted and
rubbed my cockhead and the other did obscene things under my balls. On the
television, Peg was standing by the sofa with one hand on my thigh. "Count with
me," she cooed. The version of me on the sofa opened his mouth and rasped out
hoarsely along with her: "one" ... "two" ... "three!"

At the count of three Peg tapped the sofa-me with one finger on his balls. Oh
how he came, cock spurting and muscles spasming, cum flying everywhere, even up
into his hair. She kept that one finger busy touching one spot and another
until his legs lay bonelessly half-on and half-off the sofa and his cock was
just barely dribbling from the end. In the real sofa, I was doing the same
thing except that I still had my shorts on, shorts that were now soaked and
dripping; the girls had held my legs open so that I couldn't squeeze their
hands, and their fingers slid repeatedly over the length of my cum-coated cock.
First Peg, then Janine swirled their hand around inside my sodden cotton then
lifted their fingers to my lips. It seemed the most natural thing in the world
to lick their fingers until they were glistening clean.

Peg leaned in front of me, her eyes shining brightly into mine. "You know," she
told me, "Janine's a psychology major. I thought you were never going to make a
move on me, so I made a deal with her. She taught me how to hypnotize you." I
felt Janine pulling my pants off; I found enough strength to lift my hips to
make that task easier. Despite the incredible way I'd just exploded, my cock
was getting hard again. "Our deal was that after I got you inside me, she could
do whatever she wanted with you."

I felt lips envelop my cock and a cum-slick finger exploring between my cheeks.
I had questions but the erotic inputs were drowning them all out. Peg beamed at
me, watching the reactions cross my face. "You know, it's just as well you're
the bashful type; this way we get you all to ourselves. You won't be chasing
after any other girls at college now, will you?"

I started to say yes, I mean no I won't, but her lips met mine then and I heard
Janine's voice saying something about taking turns and things got fuzzy
again...

/END/

Endnote: Originally written 2000-05-06; Workshopped at the FishTank:
http://www.desdmona.com/fishtank.asp; revised 2003-09-22.