Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) by Lexie X Read Free Book Online

said. She turned. "I didn't catch your name."
    She tried her best to hide behind her wine glass. "Gwen."
    Grace's hand brushed her thigh. "Thanks for coming, Gwen." She looked past her. "How's life, Mona?"
    The two women caught up while Gwen sat frozen, gulping her white wine. She could still feel the gorgeous bride's accidental touch.
    When their conversation was through, and Grace made to move on - her hand brushed her thigh again.
    Gwen watched her make the rounds.
    "You're staring," Mona commented.
    "Um, just jealous," she countered, making up an excuse.
    "Believe me, I'm with you on that."
    They proceeded to drink with abandon, watching the reception begin to dwindle as the hours passed.
    Thoroughly trashed, and the only two left in their corner's maze of tables, Mona stood. "Let's go explore the, hotel! "
    Not nearly as drunk, but definitely heavily buzzed, Gwen followed her friend, and they wandered the hotel's hallways. It was a very nice place, and they passed other well-dressed guests from the wedding who were also staying there.
    At some point, they found themselves on a high floor, looking out the hall's lone window at the dark night that had fallen.
    "Wow, I didn't know it was so late…" Mona said.
    "Oh, hey you two," someone said behind them.
    Gwen turned with excitement and dread.
    Grace stood about twenty feet down the hall near an alcove, now wearing plainer clothes, an ice bucket in her hand.
    "Oh, oh no," Mona half-shouted. "Are we interrupting your wedding night?"
    "Not at all!"
    Gwen couldn't help but feel that Grace was staring at her. Was it just her imagination?
    "In fact," the bride continued. "Why don't you two come in? Richard and I are just relaxing, it's been a long day. We could use some company that isn't related to us. Somebody crass that we can swear around."
    "T hat's me for sure," Mona laughed.
    T hey followed her into the wedding suite.
    Gwen brought up the rear, thoroughly excited to hang out with the gorgeous bride - but a little afraid of what might happen. She clutched her purse tight, wishing she hadn't brought the locket. The door clicked behind her with an ominous note of finality.
    The suite itself was incredibly luxurious and spacious. Several interconnected rooms held rich furniture of all sorts, and the bathroom hosted a full jacuzzi. The well-muscled groom she recognized from earlier sat within the bubbling jets, a beer in hand. His short brown hair was still dry.
    "Oh shit," he responde d, moving about in the bubbles embarrassed.
    Grace laughed. "Honey, they can't see anything. "
    He relaxed a tiny bit, holding out one hand over the side. "I'm Richard. "
    "Gwen."
    "Mona." She shook his hand and looked around. "So are we hanging out in the jacuzzi or what?"
    Grace shrugged , pouring them each a glass of pink wine. "Sure, we're all adults here, right?"
    In short order, Gwen found herself sitting in the jacuzzi, naked with her best friend, a bride, and a groom - she sipped her wine nervously, both praising and cursing her luck. Was this sort of thing normal? Nobody else seemed bothered.
    Mona and Grace chatted about their college days while Richard leaned back and closed his eyes.
    A few minutes of bubble jets finally relaxed her tension. This wasn't the first time she'd gone naked in a hot tub, she reminded herself. Why should this time be any different? She pulled her old courage and confidence up like armor, reminding herself she was still young and awesome - and reminding herself how Lydia saw her.
    She smiled and sighed as the water's heat really worked its way into her muscles. This was fine. This was great, in fact.
    "I'm out," Mona said, lifting her empty glass.
    "I'll refill that for you," Grace offered, lifting out of the jacuzzi.
    Gwen couldn't help but stare at the woman's flawless naked body, dripping and glistening in the room's soft white light. Her fit body ran from lithe thighs up to a flat, almost muscled tummy, and beyond, to perfect firm C cups. Her gaze