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Subject: {ASSM} "Spring"  by  deirdre  (FF, hyp)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and Please Cain
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Spring 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month (hopefully)

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

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story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. --
deirdre

Spring 
by deirdre, 7/24/95

"That's wild!" she said. My roommate: she was intrigued. I'd told her
about my sister and I when we were girls, checking out a library book
about hypnotism and attempting it on each other and another girl we
knew. Sharon, my roommate, wanted to know the result.

"No, we never managed a thing."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, sometimes we thought maybe we did, but looking back, I'm certain
the *subject* was merely trying their best to *be* hypnotized."

She laughed. "*We* never thought of that when we were kids. What
possessed you, anyway?"

"I don't know--I guess we were just curious about it--from a TV
demonstration we saw or something like that."

Now, *she* was curious, and questioned me more about the details,
though I didn't really remember that much more about it and there
really wasn't much to tell.

But the interesting thing was noticing later that week that Sharon,
herself had checked out some books on hypnotism. I asked her about them
and she said she found them fascinating. She'd bought a couple of books
too, and she seemed to spend all her spare time reading them. I
actually began to worry about whether she was becoming obsessed or
something.

But then I had another worry. I sort of remembered talking to Sharon
sometimes, but not remembering the details. Then one night, I found
myself looking at her and a bunch of other girls from down the hall.
They were all sitting around our room, on the beds & chairs. I was
standing, and was only wearing a towel! And I couldn't remember how I'd
gotten there! I looked at the girls, feeling nervous about the whole
thing: a couple of them looked to me as if they were suppressing
smiles, one of them going so far as to hold the back of her wrist in
front of her mouth. They were all just looking at me. I had *no memory*
of how we came to be like that! Believe me, it was spooky.

Then another time: it was the middle of the afternoon, and I realized I
was lying in my bed under the covers, naked! Sharon was in the room as
was a friend of hers, Marie. They weren't paying any attention to me.
And I felt strange--like I was shivering or something. A shudder went
through my body. I turned on my side and surreptitiously felt myself
and realized I was very wet! I didn't know what to do: I didn't
remember a thing about how I got there--I didn't take naps or anything
like that. Marie glanced back at me, and I caught a hint of a smile on
her face.

I worried about it. I didn't like it--those experiences of not
remembering, and finding myself in those positions. But I felt too
funny about it to bring it up with Sharon.

But it happened again. I *had* to do something. No one was in the room
this time, but I found myself on my bed, lying on my back, completely
naked and uncovered, my knees slightly raised and both hands clamped to
my crotch. And I was *really* wet. And I didn't remember even a hint of
how I'd come to be like that. That night I said something.

"Yes?" she answered when I said her name. She acted exactly like she
didn't know what I was concerned about, but I just *knew* she knew what
was preying on me.

"How's your reading on hypnotism going?"

She smiled. "Oh, just fine," she said. She was amused: she was smiling
*at* me; I could tell.

"You can do it now?"

"Oh, I'm just reading about it because it intrigues me."

I felt funny going on with this conversation. What should I ask her?
"Sharon..."

"Yes?"

I was slow to answer even though I was the one instigating this
conversation. "About this afternoon..."

"What about it?"

It was hard to go on. She hadn't been there at all. I should have
brought up a time when she was definitely around. "I... I woke up..."

"Yes?" Oh, I *knew* she was enjoying this.

"...uh... undressed."

"Oh." she answered, perfectly calmly. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Uh, did you... *do* anything to me?"

"Do? I wasn't here! You think I *played* with you while you were asleep
or something?" She looked shocked. I was sure that she wasn't.

"Sharon, what's going on?"

"I don't know. You say you were lying naked on your bed?"

"Never mind!" Suddenly I just wanted to end the conversation.

"No, you were asking me..."

"I said *never mind*" I repeated and left the room to make sure the
conversation ended. I thought I heard her giggle as I shut the door.

I stood there in the hall. This was so strange--I didn't know *what* to
do. I should tell someone about it, but I couldn't imagine doing that.
Connie. I should tell Connie, our residence advisor. It would be hard,
but I had to do it.

"You think she's *hypnotizing* you?" Connie looked incredulous. It had
been hard to get the words out, and now she was looking at me like I
was crazy. My worst fear.

"Yes."

"I've heard some strange ones since I got here, but *this*..."

"Well, it's been... weird..." I didn't know what to say. It was obvious
she didn't believe me for a second.

"You know what she's telling me?" I realized Connie was talking to
someone behind me. I turned around. It was Sharon! "That you've been
*hypnotizing* her!"

"That's so silly," said Sharon. She walked around in front of me to
right in front of Connie, and then reached out and lifted Connie's chin
with her hand so Connie was looking up at her. They stared at each
other for about a second, then suddenly Connie was on her knees,
lifting Sharon's skirt!

She was licking Sharon! Sharon had nothing on under the skirt, and
Connie was kneeling there, licking her. I stood there, like a statue,
not believing what I was seeing. Sharon looked at me and smiled. She
looked so smug.

Then she backed away, holding Connie back from following her. Connie
was left kneeling in front of her and Sharon briefly put her hands on
Connie's face, covering up her eyes. When she took her hand away,
Connie slipped back up to sitting in her chair and was suddenly talking
to me again: "You really can't expect me to believe *that* story."

I stared at her: I think my mouth was hanging wide open.

"Did you talk to your residence advisor?" It was Dean Carter. I'd gone
to her, and told her I was having trouble with my roommate.

"Yes."

"Well?"

"She... she couldn't help."

"Why not?"

"She didn't think anything was wrong."

"What *is* wrong?"

"My roommate, Sharon Rawlinson. She, uh, hypnotizes me."

"*Hypnotizes*?" It was obvious she didn't believe me.

"Uh... yes."

I stared into her eyes. She stared into mine. "Are you sure?" She
looked like she was trying to make sense out of what I was saying.

"Yes."

"Why... why do you let her?"

"I don't: she just does it."

The rest of the interview went no better. It was plain to see that she
was trying to figure out if I was making this up or if I was plain
crazy. "Well, I'll talk to her now," she finally said.

My heart sank as I retreated to the door. She and Sharon would just
have a bit of a talk about the crazy roommate. Sharon doesn't seem a
bit weird when you meet her. I felt so frustrated!

Sharon, who'd been sitting on the couch, stood as soon as I'd opened
the door, apparently assuming it was time for her to go in. I just
looked at her and she returned a speaking look, passing me on the way
in. The door closed.

The secretary was gone. Or at least at first I thought she wasn't
there--then I noticed her lying down at the end of the room! She was
completely naked, and lying curled up on the floor! I ran over, calling
her name.

"Beth!" I stood over her. She was on her side, in fetal position, a
thumb in her mouth, her other hand working on herself between her legs,
furiously! She just stared into space. I shook her. "Beth, wake up!"
She just continued on as if I wasn't there! I was in a panic. What if
Dean Carter saw her? Just as I realized that that is exactly what Dean
Carter needed to see, I heard a gasp behind me.

"What are you *doing* to her?" I looked back and there was Lucy Barlow
in the doorway from the hall! She suddenly ran up to us and pushed me
aside with an accusing look and started shaking Beth herself. I watched
Lucy for a second. She's a senior, one of the most popular girls in the
school. She just kept trying to wake Beth.

I had the presence of mind to shut the outside door first, then I went
right for Dean Carter's office and opened the door.

I stood in the doorway. Dean Carter was still sitting at her desk and
Sharon was in the seat I had been in. "Yes?" asked Dean Carter in a
questioning tone.

"Come quick!" I finally said. Dean Carter just stared at me. Sharon had
turned to look at me too and appeared just as surprised. Then the sound
of Lucy's voice came through the door.

I heard Sharon mutter "Oh shit" under her breath, then she was up in a
flash, in the door. She briefly looked at Beth and Lucy, then turned
back to us. Dean Carter still hadn't moved. Then quick as a flash,
Sharon snapped her fingers right in front of my face, then stepped over
to Dean Carter's desk and did the same to her! Then she was in the
outer office and the door shut.

I stood there. I didn't move. I realized I couldn't move, other than
turning my head! I couldn't talk either!

I looked at Dean Carter. She just sat there at her desk, saying
nothing, staring into space. I realized her blouse was unbuttoned all
the way down! I hadn't noticed it when I came in, probably because
everything had been so rushed!

She just sat there, doing nothing. There I was, looking at Dean Carter,
her blouse unbuttoned. Not that you could see anything except a little
bit of the front of her bra. But just seeing someone like Dean Carter,
a little undressed like that. What had Sharon been doing with her?
Something sexual? Dean Carter was in her forties or maybe fifty and was
slender and probably in good shape. Her hair was dark and I wondered if
she colored it to keep it that way. I looked back at the door,
wondering what was going on.

The door opened. Sharon came in and closed it. She was wearing
absolutely nothing above her waist! Her jeans were unbuttoned too, but
they still rode her hips.

And there was more! While the door was open, I saw just for a second,
two women on Beth's desk, both naked! One was lying on her back, the
other on top of her in sixty-nine fashion! And they were breathing
audibly and writhing!

But with the door shut, Sharon just stood there for a second, her hand
on the doorknob, and calmly looked back and forth at us. She walked in
front of me, standing right there. I couldn't move. "Thinking about
what it would be like with Dean Carter?" she asked, slyly. She went
over to the desk and put one finger under Dean Carter's chin. Dean
Carter stood up. Sharon led her around the desk with her finger under
her chin like that until they were both standing in front of me. Then
she slipped Dean Carter's blouse off and as she turned back to me, put
it on herself, buttoning just one button. "Would you like her to lick
you?" she asked me. I still couldn't move or talk. I glanced at the
door to the outer office.

"Oh, them," she said, following my glance. "Want to hear something
funny?" I couldn't answer. Literally. "Lucy isn't under. Not even a
little!" She giggled. She turned to Dean Carter and pressed down on her
shoulders. Dean Carter got down on her knees, still not saying a thing.
Then Sharon went behind her and unhooked her bra. I stared at her
breasts. She just knelt there, in front of me, not moving. Sharon
picked up one of Dean Carter's hands and put it on the Dean's breast.
Dean Carter started fingering herself. There in front of me, kneeling,
fingering her own breast! Still staring into space.

Sharon was in front of me, standing. "Want her to lick you?" she said
to me again, quietly. As she faced me, eye to eye, just inches away, I
felt her fingers undoing the button on my jeans. I felt them being
unzipped. She had the most evil smile. She leaned even closer, right in
front of my face. Then she briefly licked my upper lip! Then as she
pulled back, still looking me in the eye, she started edging the jeans
down over my hips. I was already about to come.


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