With the Mirror Came.. Chapter 2

Ronja woke from the sound of knocking on the door. Fumbling around she found her mobile phone to check the time. Like she had suspected it was very early in the morning.

“Who is it?” she asked as she pulled her blanket around her. Like usual she had slept nude and she did not want any more accidental showing of nude skin like mistakes around her brother the previous days.

“It is Peter,” her dad said. She relaxed, her father always respected her privacy and would not burst into her room uninvited. “Sorry for waking you up so early, but there is express delivery personal at the door who claim to have a package for you. Have you ordered anything?”

Ronja shook her head, she was not expecting anything. Blushing she suddenly realized her father could not see her through the closed door.

“No, I haven’t ordered anything,” Ronja said.

“Okay, shall I send him away?” Peter wondered.

“No, Maria or some other friend could have decided to send something as a surprise,” Ronja replied. “Give me some moments and I will come down and talk to him.”

“I tell him you will be down soon,” Peter said.

Ronja thought that it sounded weird that one of her friends would pay for an express delivery that came early in the morning. On the other hand it was the only sure time to catch her at home. During the day she would be at Kungholmens International Gymnasium for studies and at the evenings swim practice and her hobby Urban Exploring usually meant that she was away.

“By the way, the tumbler did not finish because some kind of electrical problem so I am afraid the clothes you put in the washer yesterday are still wet,” Peter said, and then went down the stairs.

Ronja groaned in irritation, if the clothes in the washer was still wet she would suffer the same problem as yesterday, having no panties to use, and all her pants also being in the washer.

She left the bed and pulled on a top and one of her longer skirts. Normally she liked short dresses, but for the moment she preferred something more safe.

At the door she found the delivery man waiting for her. The package was like a small suit case in size. The ease the delivery man handled it hinted that it was not really heavy. Ronja was not fooled, she had long ago learned that her area was not brute strength. She might be able to run faster and swim a longer distance than her friend Maria, but when it came to pure brawn she was not really up to it.

There was no marks on the outside of the parcel to indicate what was inside. She nodded to him that he should put it down on the floor. “Hello, I am Ronja,” Ronja said and showed her id. “What kind of delivery is this?”

“No idea,” the delivery man said. “It is already paid, but I need your signature since it is a express delivery for you personally.”

“Paid by whom?” Ronja asked.

“Can’t tell because I don’t know. I am just a delivery man working for Schenker Distribution. Maybe there is information inside the package,” he responded.

“Okay, I sign it then,” Ronja agreed. He left and she tested the weight of the parcel. Like she had expected it was more heavy than it looked like, but she concluded that she could carry it up to her room without assistance.

A bit of exercise later she dropped the parcel on the floor in her room. She was very curious about what she would find inside.

After opening the parcel she looked at a pile of objects that she at first could not comprehend. The leather corset at the top took little effort to recognize, but what were those things below it?

With wide eyes she moved the corset aside. There was a ball on a rubber string below it. She could also see plastic clamps, a number of paddles, some metal bars with straps at the end, some kind of two part board with hinges at the end and three holes in the middle, one large in the middle and two smaller at the ends. Below these she found something that locked like a dog collar, but with four metal rings attached around it. When she saw this item she finally understood that she was looking at, it was a parcel filled with bondage gear.

With a startle she remembered her mistake from two days ago when she accidentally replayed the recording of herself masturbating during her hypnosis. Had she not fantasied about having a collection of sex toys?

It still did not make sense, how could these items arrive in a parcel sent to her? How could anyone know about her own private fantasy she had at home?

The only explanation Ronja could think of would be that she had ordered these items herself affected by a post-hypnotic trigger. Her mother had sometimes used hypnosis to remind herself about stuff she needed to purchase. The downside had been that sometimes she would forget about stuff she did affected by a hypnotic trigger and ended buying the same thing twice.

She swallowed deeply, closing her eyes, trying to determine some way she could know. Finally it hit her, if she really had ordered these objects there would be a record of the purchase on her credit card. With dread she booted her computer to learn the truth.

She had emails waiting for her and she clicked on the icon to see them. Like the previous day most of the emails was porn. Mainly of the bondage or the beastiality kind. It took little effort to delete them, but she could not help that some of the images seemed to etch themselves into her mind. Especially one made an impact, a blond girl was leaning towards a wall in the same way she had herself the day before when Mark’s dog Roy had licked her pussy. She shrugged as she thought about the memory, why had she let the dog continue so long before she stopped it?

The final email was from Maria. Ronja opened it with the hope to clear her mind. The contents was very short: “Could you please takes extra notes during the first lessons? Time is growing late and I can’t sleep because a certain object keep distracting me/ Maria”

Ronja leaned back in her chair with a puzzled look on her face. The email had been sent some time after two a clock in the morning and the object mentioned could only be the ivory dildo that Maria claimed had ruined her sleep last night. Why would Maria find it so compelling to use the dildo that she did not get any sleep?

If it had been anyone other than the inherent skeptic Maria Ronja would say she might have been affected by Ronja’s jokes about the dildo being possessed by some supernatural creature. Ronja understood very well that Maria would dismiss any such suggestion as pure nonsense.

Ronja remembered the reason she turned on the computer and brought up the lists of transactions for her credit card. There was a couple of entries she did not recognize. A number of subion fees for Internet services with generic names and one that looked like it could match the sex toys. Just about all her spare money had been spent.

Ronja just sat there like she had been hit with lightening. Her worst fear was true, she must have compelled herself to order the stuff on the Internet even though she had no recollection at all of actually doing such. The only other possible explanation would be if someone else had access to her computer and her bank account.

“Calm down, the hypnotic trigger will lessen in time, maybe some days at worst. Just need to stay afloat until that happens,” Ronja mumbled aloud.

Her words did little to calm herself down. Since her bank card was a card without any credit allowance she could not buy any more sex toys no matter what the hypnotic trigger suggested. Problem was just that lack of money would not stop the hypnotic triggers from dragging her into all kinds of embarrassing situations.

Would it be enough if she managed to convince herself she did not want to be embarrassed? Could she even convince herself of this? After all the hypnotic triggers were based on her own sexual fantasies while masturbating.

She closed the web-browser and turned her attention to the box with bondage gear. It would be impossible to claim that she had not ordered the items since it had been paid from her own credit card. She needed to hide the bondage stuff. It would be disastrous if her noisy brother happened to walk into her room and found them.

The box itself was too large to fit anywhere so she started to hide the contents in her wardrobe. One object caught her attention, it was a pair of purple lacy panties. They had a rather daring low cut, but at least they were not old fashioned garter hose like the rest of the clothes in the box.

Ronja picked the panties out of their plastic bag. There was also something that looked like a mini-call in the plastic bag. She pulled the panties on and to her delight they fitted well. She also examined the mini-call object. It was not a regular mini-call, but it had nine numbers on it and an on and off button. She did not feel any pressing urge to experiment with it so she dropped in on the bed.

Another object caught her attention, it was a tiny bottle with some kind of clear liquid inside. Could it be some kind of massage oil?

She shook the bottle but was not able to learn anything more form it. There was no label on it even though it looked like some kind of tape had been attached to it previously. She opened the bottle and took a sniff, it was some kind of sublime sweet smell, nothing like anything Ronja had smelled before.

She took another long sniff, but was still unable to really say what it smelled. If it was intended as a perfume it was a total failure, the smell was far too sublime to be noticeable.

Ronja took a deep breath to calm herself. Looking at the items she had stuffed into the wardrobe she felt a slight tingle in her loins. She was really handling sexual toys, perhaps not the kind she would use herself, but sex toys nonetheless. Feeling warm Ronja hugged herself, letting her hands slide down over her hips.

It felt so very good touching herself, she rocked slowly back and forward. She needed something, taking shallow breaths she tried to calm down. There was no use, she needed more, needed more touch. Her sex and her tights tingled with anticipation.

Opening her eyes she looked at the watch, there was still time before she had to leave. Why not deal with her little problem right now?

Trembling with desire she laid down on the bed. Her silk panties and the skirt was in the way. Impatiently she pulled the shirt up and soon she had the panties by her knees. A grin played over her lips as her right hand moved to the sweet spot between her legs. It felt so incredibly good to let her finger trace the bud of her clit. She let the finger drift lower and found herself incredibly moist. She spread her legs to get better access.

Directly in front of her the web-camera by the computer was adjusted by an invisible hand to point directly towards her sex. Capturing every moment of her fingers rhythmic thrusts into her well spread pussy. Transmitting every detail of her masturbation.

Oblivious of the live broadcast from her masturbation Ronja continued to draw her body closer to the sweet line that would draw her over the edge. She let the fingers trace circles within her sex and her hips rocked from built up sexual desire.

With her left hand she was playing with her clit and it took every effort she had not to moan aloud. Still the web-camera caught the sound of her panting, even some of the subtle sound of her fingers sliding in her wetness.

Finally Ronja bit her lips to contain the sound as her finger did draw her over the edge. Her legs trembled as she felt the waves of orgasm pass her body. It felt so incredibly good to pleasure herself, but school would start soon. With a sigh of a reluctance Ronja got up from the bed, wiped her fingers and pulled her clothes in order.

“Damn it!” Ronja exclaimed. Her good mood was totally ruined when she realized the bottle with liquid had somehow toppled over and the cap had loosened. By now it had emptied all its contents over her training clothes that had been standing directly below the bed table.

Ronja examined her training clothes and decided it was not so bad. Fortunately the liquid was not oil like, but seemed to have mostly evaporated during her masturbation without leaving any stains. The sublime smell would not to be noted through the perfume she used.

Ronja glanced at the watch to see if she would have time to clean the training clothes. She did not, time was running out before she needed to leave for school so she decided her clothes would have to dry in her bag.

Behind her in the box on the floor a piece of tape from the bottle remained. It read: “Aphrodisiac XXX, use just a few drops to drive your sub crazy with lust.”

* * *

Maria was not present at their first lecture and Ronja wondered if she was ill or if it really could be true that she found the ivory dildo so fascinating that she would sacrifice her sleep two nights in a row to play around with it.

From what Ronja knew, Maria had not used any dildo before. Some years back they had discussed testing dildos. They had in the end decided that since all serious sources talked about how girls should learn different ways to pleasure themselves because standard intercourse might not cut it, penetration by a dildo could not be such a big deal. They could save that experience to the day they found themselves a boyfriend.

On the other side of the class room Julia and Sandra was doing great in attracting the attention of Jonathan. Ronja could not tell what they really did that captured the attention of the males, especially Jonathan. Ronja groaned in irritation, was it simply a matter of dressing more daring?

Probably not, Ronja concluded after some thinking, she did not get any more attention from Jonathan when she had shorter skirts than today. Perhaps it was simply a matter of the guys needing to feel smarter than the one they flirted with. Ronja was sure this thought would have prompted Maria to complain about how this would mean they would die as virgins.

This thought made Ronja think about Maria using the dildo to pleasure herself. She found the thought intriguing, how would it look like when she actually was doing it? She thought she could make a pretty good guess about how it would look like since they as young teenagers had masturbated together to exchange ideas about how to pleasure themselves.

Of course they had matured lots since so she needed some aid of her imagination to make a mental picture of her red haired friend doing it. Maria might show lot of skin when wearing a bikini, but not all her body. With a smile Ronja recalled how she last summer had spent a afternoon cheering on when Maria played beach volleyball. With a minimal bikini Maria had really been showing off her trim abs and muscles, Ronja had felt a sting of envy even though she all in all had a great time watching her friend play.

On the other hand there was a difference about being lightly dressed and totally naked, some of it was left to Ronja imagination. At least she had something to start with as she recalled the wild summer when she and Maria talked lots about whether they were attracted to guy or girls. It had ended only when Maria got a crush on a guy at her material arts training, but it had been fun while it lasted.

Ronja suddenly noticed she had been loosing track of the teachers speech. Quickly the scribbled to get her notes up to speed and leaving blanks that she could fill in later by asking some classmate for assistance.

The rest of the morning dragged by. At the third lesson Maria turned up. She looked tired, but not as worn out as the previous day. Ronja gave her a playful smirk and Maria nodded back with a guilty but happy look on her face. Most likely Maria considered it a boon that nobody else than Ronja understood the meaning of their silent exchange. Maria sat down next to Ronja, but with many listening ears they had to save more private talk to later.

Suddenly Ronja felt momentary pain from her pussy. “Ouch!” she cried out as she tried to figure out what has happened. The pain had not been so terrible, but it hit on her most vulnerable spot. She had literally bent forward from surprise. Maria looked at her with concern.

“Is there anything wrong?” the teacher asked.

“No, nothing wro…” Ronja began to say when the pain suddenly returned for a short horrible moment. “Aiihhh!” she exclaimed.

The whole class was staring at her her with worried faced. She half leaned over the table in front of her. To make things infinitely worse she had by instinct pushed her hand down to cover her poor sex in some misguided attempt to prevent it from harm. Maria and a number of others sitting close saw where she had placed her hand, Ronja’s face turned crimson, they knew where she had placed her hand.

Suddenly the pain was there again, with her hand there the feeling was suddenly more familiar. The thing causing the pain was electrical jolts, there was no mistake of what it was when it also hit her fingers. It must be the innocent looking panties from the bondage gear that gave the jolts. Ronja scrambled up from the chair.

“Sorry for disturbing the lesson, but I have these sudden painful cramps in my stomach. I think I need to visit the school nurse,” Ronja said.

“By all means, go ahead,” the teacher said.

Ronja did not want to look at anyone as she fled the classroom. On the way out she was hit by two more electrical jolts. She did her best to keep her face straight.

When the door had closed behind her Ronja could not stand it anymore and took advantage of the corridor being empty. She literally ripped her skirt up and pulled down the panties that was tormenting her so. The panties got stuck on her shoes and she had to suffer another jolt before she was free from them, at least now the electrical spark hit her fingers and foot instead of her poor sex.

She stepped back, breathing deeply, in some weird way the pain had made her slightly sexually excited. She could not mentally explain to herself why it would be erotic or sexy of being exposed to electrical jolts, but somehow the pain had triggered something inside her.

Still, how would she bring the panties without suffering more pain? Could she perhaps carry them on a pencil? What if anyone say if they saw her walking around with her panties on a pencil? That would incredibly embarrassing.

This thought made her look around and corridor that had believed to be empty was not so empty. To the right one of the handyman of the school, named Roger Nordling, stood working on a electrical outlet. At least Ronja supposed he had been doing it, now he stood staring at her. Ronja had missed him when she left the classroom since he had been standing between two bookcases.

It was one of the comparably younger handyman, this meant just middle aged. Was it just Ronja’s imagination, or was his trousers bulging from his member being erect?

“Prank…I mean…a prank…someone subjected me to a mean prank,” Ronja stuttered. She felt herself that it sounded stupid, how would anyone be able to do anything so that she would throw her underwear at the floor outside the class room.

There was no saving of the situation so Ronja opened her beg to look for a pencil. The first object she saw was the weird remote she this morning had found together with the panties. It was on, and button three was pressed. Ronja turned the device off and could then pick up the panties safely. Red with shame she ran from the handyman that watched her with a very noticeable bulge barely hidden by his clothes.

Ronja ended on the girls bathroom and slowly calmed down. She recalled dropping the remote on the bed, and it was easy to understand how it could have ended in her schoolbag with the mess when the bottle had emptied its content over her training gear.

She examined the panties and she could faintly feel the fabric that contained the electronics that made them able to deliver jolts. Where the battery was located was a mystery. Could the remote feed the panties by wireless connection? Ronja recalled reading about something like that in a science magazine.

Out of curiosity she also tested how strong jolts the panties could deliver. At the lowest setting the panties delivered electrical jolts that she could barely feel with her fingers. She supposed the situation was different if the jolt happened to your sex instead, but felt no desire to test. At the highest setting the pain in Ronja’s finger was so great that she dropped the panties in surprise. Would a person hit by that such jolt even be able to keep hold of the conscious, or would they faint? Neither in this case did she feel any desire to experiment.

She put the panties and the remote away and went to the school nurse to match her story about needing to visit there. It was a rather boring experience since the school nurse did worry about if Ronja might be pregnant and they had to do lots of talking before the nurse believed Ronja’s story about it just being cramps caused by her period. Finally she got painkillers she claimed to need and left the nurse to find Maria.

She found Maria by her locker. “Are you okay?” Maria asked, putting a comforting hand on Ronja’s shoulder.

“I am fine. What happened at the classroom was more a technical accident than any illness on my part,” Ronja replied. Maria gave her skeptical gaze, but then nodded.

“I guess you fill me in with details later, when we have less people around. Okay?” Maria asked.

“It might be a bit awkward to explain, but it may be smart if you knew. I am in bit of a mess now,” Ronja agreed. “Perhaps you can repay me with telling me some details about your night?”

Maria blushed deeply. “I think you can guess most of it from what you already heard. I never believed that it could be so good, but sure I can talk some about it if I get to hear about your mysterious technical accident.”

“It is a deal,” Ronja said. “History class is next, do you think that it might give us some input for urban exploring expeditions?”

“Not this week I am afraid. If I recall correctly it should be another lesson about the second world war,” Maria responded.

“I see,” Ronja said. “Do you have new ideas for places to explore?”

“I have some ideas, but none that is ready to use. You got any?” Maria wondered.

“No, been too busy with other stuff to do research,” Ronja responded. “No harm anyway since you have martial arts practice tonight, right?”

“Yep, but if you take your swimming practice early we can perhaps chat over the phone afterwards about new expeditions and our recent experiences,” Maria commented.

“Let’s do that,” Ronja agreed.

* * *

After lunch they had physical education class and Ronja changed to her training gear, a black leotard, a sports bra and a pair of yellow tights. She liked how the clothes showed of her curves without exposing too much of her skin.

The class gathered in the sports hall in front of the teacher named Frank. Besides him there was also a new Asian woman.

“Welcome class, may I present Mikaela who will assist with the the lectures during the upcoming three weeks,” Frank said. “Why don’t you say some words about your background?”

“Like Frank said my name is Mikaela and I am studying to become a teacher in physical education and Mathematics,” Mikaela told. “This is my final year and as part of the education I will be present here for three weeks. At my spare time I participate in a Lacross team, and I hope to introduce you to this great game. Still that will need to be saved for another day, today we focus on more old fashioned gymnastics gear. Follow me with a light run around the hall before we bring the equipment out.”

As they started to run Ronja picked a position in the front, she did really love to run fast. Normally when she ran she would empty her minds of disturbing thoughts, but today it did not work very well.

She felt tingles in her loins and did not doubt her nipples were very hard below the sports bra. Normally she would expected to be fully sexually content after her morning masturbation, but she found herself to be longing for masturbation ten fold more than this morning. To worsen things this made her think on the danger from hypnotic triggers, on how Mark’s dog had licked her sex and how her class mates would look like nude. Especially she thought about Jonathan, but like always he barely looked in her direction.

As they finished the warm up Ronja was more and more disturbed by the sexual desires building in her body. She literally had to force herself to not touch herself. Her sex cried out to be touched, it felt like pure torture to leave it unattended.

They were divided into groups that around the hall had to try different gymnastic equipment. After the second switch of equipment Ronja noticed that her level of horniness had left a very noticeable wetness on her training gear. Desperately she hoped that none of her class mates had noticed it. When she got the chance she sneaked away from the gymnastic hall. If anyone would ask where she had gone she decided she could talk vaguely about her earlier stomach cramps.

With a body trembling from sexual desire she slipped into the storeroom for gymnastic equipment to get some privacy. The room inside was mostly empty, and had therefore been left unlocked. There were just a few of the older and more heavy gear left inside.

Ronja did not hesitate, with a sigh of relief she had pushed her tights down and the leotard aside. Free air flowed over her sex, she needed to stroke herself. She had her fingers there, a bit awkward from the confining clothes that she had to push aside.

It felt like pure heaven as her fingers entered her pussy. Spreading her legs wider she stretched her pussy wider as she added two fingers to her first. She moaned as she simultaneous stroked both the inside and the outside of her sex. How would it feel like if it was a dildo entering her? What if it instead was a cock that opened her up and caressed her inside.

She closed her eyes and imagined Jonathan following her, going after her out of curiosity and finding her leaning backwards like this. He would look at her masturbating and then without a word step closer, bringing his cock out so that it could enter her eager sex.

“Ahh..ahh,” Ronja mumbled, her legs trembling as lust assaulted every fiber of her being. Her left hand mashed her right breast, but it was still not enough. She needed something more solid than her meager fingers.

Ronja heard the sound of a camera going off. She froze with alarm, looking up she saw the assistant teacher rapidly taking full frontal pictures of herself digging her fingers into her sex. She stood there with mobile phone extended and a spiteful smile on her lips.

Rapidly Ronja pulled her hand free, the wetness clinging to her fingers. Would the mobile camera catch this detail?

“You are a horny minx, aren’t you?” Mikaela said. “Sneaking away from the lesson to do dirty things inside the gymnastics equipment store.”

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just could not help it,” Ronja responded. With more and more dread she imagined the horror of having those pictures spread. She must get the assistant teacher to delete them. To make things worse her sex distracted her horribly since she still longed for it to be touched.

“I think I have seldom seen a girl with such a slutty look on her face,” Mikaela teased.

“I was just caught in the moment. I have learned my lesson. Please remove the pictures,” Ronja begged.

“Why should I? Are you going to take the mobile phone from me with violence?” Mikaela asked. “What if I want to keep them for my personal pleasure?”

Ronja stared in frustration on the lean and fit teacher. She had no illusions about being able to overpower her and take the phone. Somehow she must talk her into agreeing.

“No, I don’t want to steal your phone. Please remove the pictures! I am not such kind of girl. You can’t spread them,” Ronja pleaded.

“What is in it for me?” Mikaela asked with a playful voice.

Ronja swallowed deeply, it was obvious the older woman was after sex. Could she really do it?

“If you do not spread the pictures I make it up to you,” Ronja promised even though she still had not managed to commit herself to be ready to do something sexually with a girl.

“You spread your legs for me if I promise to not spread the pictures?” Mikaela suggested. As to highlight the moment she took another picture. Ronja flinched even though her clothes now were in order.

Did she really have any choice?

“Yes,” Ronja whispered. Her body trembling both from sexual desire and fear.

“Good, can I have your right hand?” Mikaela asked.

It was the hand that moments earlier had been exploring Ronja’s sex, still wet from her sexual juice. Ronja thought it felt awkward but she saw no plausible way to deny the request. Ronja extended her hand, and Mikaela caught it sensually. Slowly she sniffed at Ronja fingers and then licked slowly. It was clear that she enjoyed the situation extensively. A wide smile filled her face.

“I think you used far too much,” the assistant teacher said.

“What?” Ronja asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“I recognize the smell of Attraction XXX on your fingers, no use in pretending,” Mikaela said.

Ronja could only repeat the “What?” with even more emphasis. A look of comprehension filled Asian woman’s face.

“Attraction XXX is very expensive aphrodisiac that works by a attractant that affects woman,” Mikaela explained. “A former boyfriend of me used it to try to get more sex. It was kind of cute how he tried to make me inhale the scent by accident. I was one on to his game and if I did not like to have sex for the moment I masturbated in secrecy to lessen the effect of the scent. From the smell of your fingers I say you have it on your leotard and tights that covers your pussy.”

“Ah, at home I dropped the contents of an unmarked bottle over my training gear, but did not have time to clean it. It seemed like the liquid had evaporated,” Ronja explained.

“A whole bottle?” Mikaela asked and then licked another of Ronja fingers. Ronja squirmed at the sensation, her body burning with sexual desire. Mikaela finished the lick and spoke, “You must be going crazy with sexual lust, right?”

“Yea, it is horrible,” Ronja replied. Their talk had done nothing to calm her desires, if anything they were growing stronger by their talk about sex and the Asian womans teasing.

“Why do you stand there them? Drop your clothes or it will be more and more worse,” the assistance teacher said,

Ronja started to pull down her leotard, when she had exposed her upper body she froze. The assistant teacher was very clearly staring at her.

“Can I get some privacy please,” Ronja said.

“No need to worry, you are not the first nude female I see,” Mikaela responded. “Drop you clothes now or the aphrodisiac will only affect you more. Besides you are to have sex with me or I will spread the pictures of you masturbating, right?”

The sensations was driving Ronja crazy, so she followed the suggestion despite still having some reservations about actually doing this with a stranger. Pulling off her leotard and tights left her only in her sports bra, like usual lately she had no panties.

She did her best to cover her sex with her hand. It was not like the sexual lust disappeared, but maybe the explosive growth of lust had ended with her clothes off. The older woman drank in the vision of her nudeness.

“The aphrodisiac will wear off gradually, but I can help you dull the effect more quickly,” Mikaela promised.

Ronja hesitated, was she supposed to take action on her own? At one hand it felt alien to have sex with a teacher, even if it was only a assistant one. On the other hand Ronja was going crazy from the horniness that assaulted her, and she had always wondered how it would feel like to have sex with a girl. Besides Ronja had always thought that Asian girls were sexy.

Mikaela smiled at her gaze and without any ceremony she pulled off her tank top, and pulled down her shorts. Ronja could not look away as Mikaela finished by pulling down her panties, her attention locked on the sexy woman that was standing on the border of her personal space.

Now they were both equally nude beside their sports bra, Ronja liked what she saw. She had a body of an athlete, similar to Maria’s, but with much more generous breasts. Even with the sports-bra pressing the breasts flat they had a nice round form.

“Yes please,” Ronja said. Her reluctance had lowered enough that she had started to stroke herself openly. Somehow it seemed this situation could not get much more awkward so why not go with the flow? With the aphrodisiac in her body it was hardly her fault, was it?

“You want me to assist you with wearing off the effect?” Mikaela asked. Her voice hoarse with desire.

“Just fuck me, I want you to teach me how to fuck a girl,” Ronja said, all thoughts of the threat of pictures forgotten. She wanted this, she wanted to have sex.

Mikaela did not answer but just stepped forward and pulled Ronja into a deep kiss. Ronja went with the kiss and rubbed her nude body towards the older woman’s body. It felt incredibly good. Her sex touched the nude skin of the older woman. Mikaela broke the kiss as her fingers traced the contour off Ronja’s ass cheeks.

“You are so hot, I always fantasied about a sexual encounter like this. Just so that you know, when I go down on you I also get some of the aphrodisiac into me, so you better be ready to prove that you can make your mouth do something better than talking,” the assistant teacher said.

“If you delay anymore I scream in frustration,” Ronja complained. Her fingers were busy tracing the back of the Asian woman. The touching of naked skin was driving her to new levels of desire.

“We shall see who scream in pleasure first. Remember that we are within hearing distance from your class mates, but maybe you can gamble on the door being sound proof enough,” Mikaela teased. She pushed Ronja backwards until they reached a waist high cloth covered bench.

Ronja did not need any prompting to lean back on the bench. Did she care if anyone heard them? She struggled to contain herself. If anyone found them it would be a pure disaster, but actually this fact helped to give the situation even more sexual edge.

They pressed their bodies close, to stand like this when they at anytime could be discovered by someone walking into the room was intoxicating. Or perhaps it was the aphrodisiac that was intoxicating, Ronja did not care, she wanted sexual relief from her horniness.

Actually she craved from having sex at this moment, that it might lessen the sexual heat in her body was pretty much secondary. The lust and raw desire she saw in the teachers eyes made Ronja shiver with eagerness.

“Do you know what the sixty-nine is?” Mikaela asked as she fondled Ronja’s upper torso and pulled at Ronja’s nipples.

“I might have seen a picture or two, but I have never done it,” Ronja said. She could help herself but pressed herself close smelling the raw skin of her shoulder. She let her hand slip over Mikaela’s ass and between them until she she reached her pussy, it was covered by hair. Ronja tried to imagine how it would look like with her hand touching the pussy covered by dark hair. She was distracted by Mikaela demanding another kiss, it made her whole being tremble with sexual excitement. Ronja was caught by the heat in Mikaela’s gaze.

“Then you are into something new,” Mikaela whispered. The look on her face was the one of a cat catching a canary.

Suddenly she gripped hold of Ronja’s body and lifted her up. Ronja was amazed by the apparent ease the older woman lifted her. The knowledge that she most likely had the muscle powers to overpower Ronja totally if she so desired sent a thrill down Ronja’s back. On the other hand the older woman’s whole career would be ruined if they were discovered. Teachers having sex with a pupil, even if the pupil was of age, was something frowned on by society.

Mikaela put Ronja on her back on the cloth covered bench. Since it was waist high it took little imagination to understand what would happen next. The bench was narrow enough for Mikaela to squat over it and she did just that.

Ronja got a very close view of the dark hair covering Mikaela’s pussy. It was neatly trimmed, she felt a bang of embarrassment as she thought about her own pubic hair that was mostly all natural. She did only remove the excess hair above the bikini line and on her legs.

Mikaela did not seem to mind, her tongue played up down over Ronja’s pussy lips as she rubbed her body over Ronja’s. Briefly she would press her tongue inside as to taste Ronja, but each time she moved away. She did not ever let her tongue get close to Ronja’s clit that trembled with sexual desire.

Ronja basked in the intense sexual feelings, when she suddenly realized that she was passive herself. She opened her mouth and hesitantly let her tongue reach up to explore the assistant teacher’s pussy. She found her very moist. The taste was unexpected, salty, musky, but still pleasant.

In response to the lick Mikaela lowered herself so that her sex was pressed into Ronja’s face. There was little Ronja could do to complain, unless she wanted the glorious attention to her own pussy to end. She let her tongue play over what must be the clit and the tremble that went through Mikaela’s body was very telling.

The older woman responded by sucking Ronja’s own clit and the feelings was so intense that Ronja did not know where to turn. Ronja realized that she had turned all passive, after some glorious moments she returned to licking again.

She began sucking on Mikaela’s clit and now it was Mikaela’s turn to lose track of things, she still continued to lick Ronja, but the effort was sporadic at best. Ronja let her tongue press deeper into the older woman’s pussy, she was rewarded by tasting more of the female fluids.

She felt something narrow slide into her pussy, it felt so good. It must be a finger, but still the licking on her outer sex continued. Ronja didn’t lay in a position so her hand could return her favor, her arms were blocked from access by Mikaela’s legs, but she could reach her breasts. She did that and the moment when Asian woman lost the pace of her licking told her the other woman liked it very much.

She pushed the sports bra away so that she could tug on the nipple. This rewarded her with yet another finger entering her pussy. They worked wonders as they traced the inside of Ronja, she trembled below the other woman’s expert touch.

“This is your g-spot, right?” Mikaela asked, and then returned to doing extensive licking as her long fingers wiggled around inside Ronja. With Mikaela’s pussy rubbing into Ronja’ mouth Ronja was in no position to respond, but she agreed. Now when she felt direct stimulation to her g-spot, she understood her own slow attempts to explore her sex had been far too careful to really make an impact.

Mikaela added a third finger and this was enough for Ronja to be pushed over the edge. The pleasure was so intense that she could not help herself from screaming outright. Lucky the older woman silenced most of it by pressing her sex to Ronja’s face.

Every fiber of Ronja’s body tensed with excitement as pleasure washed over her sex. Somewhere along the road the assistant teacher had added yet another finger, it felt impossibly good. Almost too good to be true, Mikaela pulled the fingers out, but continued to suck on Ronja’s clit.

Finally Ronja came down from the orgasm. She did not need much prompting from her teacher to renew her licking and sucking on the sex pressed to her face.

After a while Mikaela ending her own licking but her moans of desire left little doubt about she wanted Ronja to continue. Ronja had again caught hold of Mikaela’s breast and kept touching them. It was weird how sexy a pair of breasts could be on an another girl.

“Yea, just like that,” Mikaela’s urged as her panting had become more urgent.

Ronja increase her pace, but it was an effort. By now her tongue was growing very tired. It was not used to being put to work like this. Still the afterglow of her orgasm kept distracting her. Never had she known that sex with somebody else would be so much more intense that masturbating alone.

She took hold of Mikaela’s nipples and traced circles over them, there was little moment she could do. The Asian beauty that she had sex with kept her pressed towards the bench using both muscles and her weight.

“A little more…ohhh…a little more…ahhh..yea…that’s it!” Mikaela moaned. She did a much better effort to keep her orgasm silent than Ronja had done. Her whole body spasmed as she grinded her sex into Ronja’s face.

Finally she let go and slowly stepped away from Ronja. Ronja took a deep breath, but was too exhausted to move at all. She just lay on the bench basking in the moment. The sexual excitement caused by the attractant that filled her body had lost most of its edge, but still remained at the corner of Ronja’s awareness.

“That was lovely dear, I would love to check out schedules to see if we could get time to do it again before my time at the school end, but I need to hurry from here before the lesson ends,” Mikaela said.

“I feel like have been hit by lightning, it was incredible,” Ronja said and struggled up into a half seating position so she could see the Asian woman getting dressed. She was beautiful as she pulled her clothes over her trim body. Ronja desired to pull the woman back and make love to her again.

“Yea sex with Attraction XXX has a habit of being a bit over the top. Just so you know most of the aphrodisiac can be washed away with hot water. I suggest that you do that so you won’t be distracted during the afternoon classes. Still if I were you I would keep your training clothes as they are, would be a shame to wash away the expensive aphrodisiac, wouldn’t it?” Mikaela said.

“I keep that in mind,” Ronja promised.

“The lesson end soon so you better be sure to be out of the room before the class return with the gymnastic equipment,” Mikaela said and then picked up her mobile phone and took a number of more pictures. Ronja just stared back perplexed as she lay there with all but nude and with a face slick from Mikaela’s female juice.

Mikaela left the room and Ronja forced herself to collect her clothes and pull them on so she could sneak out to the locker room. Was it her imagination or was the short moments when she again carried her training clothes enough to make her arousal excitement start to grow again?

She finished quickly in the shower to not be there when the other girls returned, how could she not stare at their bodies after being exposed to girl-on-girl sex? The thought made her body tingle, but she thought it wise to get away so she would not embarrass herself.

* * *

She walked down the stairs towards the school café since there was some time left before the next lesson started. A couple of people were there, none that Ronja knew besides blind Mark from parallel class. Besides him on the floor his large German Sheppard named Roy lay.

Ronja blushed when she saw the dog, they were not too far from the corridor where the dog had licked her pussy yesterday. She considered sitting somewhere else, Mark would not know she was there if she was silent, but she thought that he looked lonely and decided she could not let her nervousness about what had happened yesterday ruin her social life.

“Hi Mark, this is Ronja. Mind if I join you?” Ronja asked.

“Not at all,” Mark said and looked very glad. Ronja fetched herself a cup of tea and a chocolate ball from the counter of the café.

She sat down by the table and the dog came to greet her. To her relief it took a long sniff of her and then returned to the floor. Perhaps the remains of the aphrodisiac did not appeal to its sensitive dog nose. Ronja had been worried that the dog might do some inappropriate sniffing on her sex, like it had done yesterday.

“How are you doing?” Ronja wondered.

“I am doing fine, this weekend my family is going on a trip to New York. It will be loads of fun,” Mark replied.

“Sounds awesome, but do I hear some sound of hesitation in your voice?” Ronja wondered.

“Actually there is one thing,” Mark said. “I can not bring Roy due to rules about importing animals. Originally I thought about leaving him to a dog shelter, but every one I have called are full at the moment.”

“You don’t have any friends that can assist?” Ronja wondered.

“No luck there either, everyone is going away,” Mark responded. “Before you came here I was actually sitting here and considering if I could locate you to ask if you aid me. I know you are greatly fond of dogs and it was your now dead mother that was allergic, right? How about it?”

Ronja looked at the large dog at Mark’s feet. Taking care of that particular dog filled her nervousness, she was still greatly ashamed of how she had let it lick her pussy. On the other hand taking care of the dog over a weekend seemed like a good way to clear her associations of the dogs, It might limit her possibility to doing Urban Exploring with Maria, but they had no planned trip anyway.

“Sure, I can take care of him if you provide me with the right equipment,” Ronja said.

“No problem, I ask my father to give the stuff a lift. You have no idea how grateful I am. I will give you the fee I would normally give to the dog shelter, and afterward I think of some nice way to thank you,” Mark said.

“Sounds nice, you said it was this weekend you were going?” Ronja asked.

“Yes indeed. That is why I was in such a hurry to find a solution,” Mark said. “I think I need to get going now, always takes me some extra time to get to class.”

“You do that, I need to finish my cup of tea before I leave,” Ronja said.

Mark left and Ronja enjoyed her tea in silence, now when she was alone she was thinking about her hot encounter by the gymnastic hall.

Was she in truth a lesbian? Or had it all been due to aphrodisiac affecting her.

She had always rejected the thought of being lesbian since she did not find her own body sexually appealing, but perhaps your own body was too familiar to be arousing.

On the other hand if she closed her eyes and thought about sex the first thing on her mind was Jonathan. She had almost convinced herself the cause of her earlier behavior must been the aphrodisiac, when she recalled her thoughts about Maria masturbating some hours before. Could it be so simple as she were bisexual, but had a preference for boys?

Her thoughts was interrupted by Maria who came and sat down by her table. It was a bit unnerving having Maria turn up at this particular moment. Her wet hair was pulled up in a neat pony tail. Ronja was at least sure that she for the moment did not feel anything sexual about her best friend. Somehow that felt slightly disappointing.

“Frank was about to explode when he noticed you had skipped class without saying anything. He only calmed down when that new woman said you had told her you felt ill and had to leave the lesson,” Maria said. She looked at Ronja with a raised eye brow.

“I am not sick or anything,” Ronja repeated tersely.

“You just decided you should skip the lesson without saying anything, not even to me?” Maria asked surprised.

“Well it is complicated, but I told Mikaela why I needed to leave and it seems she for good reasons gave a slightly different tale to Frank. Maybe I can tell you about it later, it is kind of private,” Ronja replied.

“What is it?” Maria begged. “You got to tell me now.”

“No, this is not the place,” Ronja objected. “If I shall tell you, and I am not totally sure I should, then it need to be more private than this.”

“How many secrets you have even for your best friend, worried I might not be able to handle it,” Maria teased.

“In that case, let us begin with talking about what you did last night that made you oversleep. Are you okay with that?” Ronja asked.

Maria blushed deeply, “I thought it was a more safe topic than that.”

“We need to head to class soon, let’s talk this evening,” Ronja said. Maria nodded in response.

* * *

Ronja arrived at home after swim practice and found the apartment empty. On the kitchen table there was a note from John that told Peter worked late due some emergency at work and that John had decided to head out with some friends.

Ronja smiled, it was not uncommon that John took the chance to be out very late when Peter was not home and could make a deal with him about when he should return. Ronja did not mind, having the apartment for herself was nice. She just needed to finish some chores before she phoned Maria.

Ronja found it to be pure pleasure to fetch her now dry clothes from the bathroom. Smiling she went to her room, finally she had panties to wear.

The room was warm and her clothes did not feel fresh so she dropped them. She always enjoyed being nude in her room, taking advantage that nobody could look through the window since it was turned towards the lake Mälaren. If she was really careful she could even sit on the window board and look out, but that was a bit risky. A person walking by the docks on the other side of the street could see her if they looked up.

For the moment Ronja had no interest in looking out, so there seemed to be little reason to hurry to get into new clothes. She busied herself with folding her panties and putting them in her drawer. She decided she had made a marvelous job with the folding exercise since even with all her panties there she still had plenty of space left in the drawer.

She also needed to put away the pair of jeans she had carried at the latest urban exploring and the other things she had washed. She opened her wardrobe to put them inside.

The wardrobe was almost empty! Ronja just stood there perplexed and stared. Just about all her clothes were gone, the exception were some of her more daring party clothes. The kind that you could see through in the right light, or that fit her body like a second skin. Present was also the bondage gear she had hidden so careful this morning, now it lay totally exposed to the world.

“Could it be the hypnotic trigger…it must have made me hide them…wasn’t it like this morning like I went up very early and suddenly I was late for school after my masturbation?” Ronja mumbled.

It seemed theoretically possible, but the realization left her uncertain. When she thought about it the kind of hypnotic triggers she suspected might also explain how her drawer for underwear had been empty this morning. She could have emptied it herself affected by the hypnotic trigger.

It still seemed incredible that her mistake with hypnotic tapes could leave her with such a strong hypnotic trigger. She had only talked about wearing more daring clothes, not about throwing away her old clothes. From all what Ronja knew a hypnotic trigger that could make a person fall into trance to do actions would take lot of effort and repeated attempts from a dedicated hypnotic. It would not be something you happened to induce on yourself.

Absent minded Ronja sat down by her computer to check her email, she needed to clear her mind. It was of course a mistake, her email folder was filled with porn images that had been sent by the porn services that she without her knowledge had signed up for.

Ronja leaned back in her chair, trying to decide what to do. Should she continue delete the porn or should she keep it? After all she had paid with her own money for the porn and if she deleted it then it was a total loss, could she perhaps find some uses for it. A couple of pictures had caught her attention earlier, could she really say it was pointless to have the porn? This thought reminded her of hypnotic triggers and she growled in irritation.

She raised her gaze, and suddenly froze in surprise. Was her web-camera active and recording her sitting there nude?

It was indeed turned on, apparently transmitting also, but really aimed towards her bed. Ronja frowned in confusion, she could never recall that she had pointed the camera in that direction. There would be little reason, except if she had wanted to collect images of herself on the bed.

Suddenly she recalled her masturbation session this morning, her computer had been on and the web-camera must have collected every detail of how she had fingering herself. How could it be turned in that direction? No friends had visited her since she used it last time to video chat with Maria.

“Hypnotic trigger could have…or wait…what if John did it!” Ronja suddenly exclaimed as the thought hit her.

It would have been easy for him to enter the room and change direction on the camera when Ronja was not around. Just like it would be trivial for him to take her clothes if he wanted to make a joke about her purchased bondage gear. It seemed much more plausible than herself hiding them affected by a unlikely powerful hypnotic trigger from nowhere.

This made her imagine him entering her room when she was in hypnotic trance. Had he not for year been asking about to watch her in hypnotic sleep?

What if he had entered the room when she by accident listened to the tape with herself lost in sexual fantasies? It did not seem far fetched he would have jumped at the chance to add instructions about her flashing her private parts to him. Had he also asked her to tell him her password to her online bank account?

Ronja felt ill, could really her stepbrother have done something nasty like this to her?

Even if the thought felt surreal it gave such a good explanation for what she had endured during the last two days. The hypnotic triggers caused by her own masturbation talk was theoretically possible, but it seemed weird they would be so strong without any person actively reinforcing them. If her brother had been present he could out ignorance or mischievousness reinforced the triggers.

Could she somehow know if he had done it?

After some thinking she decided that she could indeed. If she on his computer found recordings the video feed that her web-camera had been sending out then she would know that he indeed was taking advantage of her.

She rushed through the apartment and entered John’s room. Like normal it was a mess of thrown away clothes and discarded school books. Ronja sat down by the computer and impatiently tried to wake the computer up.

After a while it woke up, there was no password on the screen-saver. There was a document open with a tranion of the nonsense text found in the Beckomberga hospital.

Ronja minimized it and started to search the hard-drive, she had little success. Quickly she discovered that most of John’s files were hidden in a encrypted portion of the hard-drive. On the small part she could view without password there were no suspicious files.

At least Ronja could determine that he had programs installed to capture video sent over the Internet. Not that this proved anything, she could not see if they were active now.

Irritated she restored the document with the transcribed text. Looking around his desk she found that he had made a number of copies of the text. Confused she shook her head.

Why bother with making both digital and handmade backups of the nonsense text? Perhaps he thought it was a cypher, but why had he not asked Ronja for help it? Wasn’t she the one with much more skills in mathematics?

Ronja picked up one of the notes and slowly read the text aloud, it had a certain rhyme to it that made it sound unlikely that it would be a cypher. She finished the text without coming to any conclusions of what it could be.

Frustrated she closed her hand and rested her face in her hands. As she closed her eyes she imagined that she saw Maria in her room. She looked at the room from a eagle perspective. Maria barely had any clothes on as she walked around in the room. She just had a pair of white panties. Ronja liked what she saw, Maria was sexy indeed. Comparable to the teacher Ronja had sex with earlier today, but younger and more lean. Especially she liked Maria’s perk breasts that looked so lovely from this perspective from above.

Curiously enough Maria did not have her regular pony-tail, but a much shorter paige style of hairstyle. Ronja decided that she liked it much better, it made Maria’s red hair much more visible. Maria shrugged her head like she was irritated.

Ronja imagined that Maria walked to her bedroom drawer and fetched her ivory dildo. Dropping her panties Maria laid down on the bed spreading her knees wide, as if she presented herself for Ronja’s viewpoint. Without any preparation Maria pushed the dildo into herself. Ronja wondered if it really was possible to do it like this without any warm up. She would have expected the need of some foreplay before the ivory tool could be pushed into Maria’s pussy.

Instead of thinking more about this issue Ronja just basked in the movement and enjoyed her fantasy. Imagining this perspective was even hotter than her earlier thoughts about seeing Maria doing it. The ivory dildo pushed so very deep into her body and was glittering with wetness every time it came out. Not that there was much time to see it, Maria was using a frantic speed. Her back arching so that her breasts pushed up towards Ronja’s viewpoint.

Ronja thought the image was so hot and sexy, soon she found her own breathing speed up. He sex tingled with the need of attention.

She let her hand slide down over her nude body until it found her hole that indeed was so very wet. Her finger started to move in perfect sync with the pace Maria used with the dildo. She had three fingers inside herself and wondered about if she should add another one like Mikaela had done in the gymnastic equipment store. It felt so incredibly good to pleasure herself sitting here in Johns room.

This thought shattered Ronja’s attention and she opened her eyes. Was she really sitting and masturbating nude in her brothers room?

She looked towards the door, and to her horror she saw John standing there. He was watching her, with large eyes. His hand down in his pants, the large wet spot on the front left little question of what he was doing.

Ronja did the only thing she could think off. She bolted from the room in utter panic.

He tried to catch her, but with his hands in his pants he was too slow. If he tried to say anything Ronja could not tell.

Her face was crimson, both from her masturbation session and from her feelings of shame. Reaching her room she was inside into safety and did not hesitate to block the door with a chair. She needed to think badly and for the moment her mind was all spinning.

She covered her face with her hands and again she for her inner vision saw Maria. This time with the dildo still pushed deep inside her body as a wide smile played over her face. Ronja shrugged and the image disappeared.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Ronja jumped at the chance to answer to clear her mind. What was really happening?

“Hello Ronja, its Maria,” Maria said over the phone. Her voice sounded content, almost sleepy, even though it was still early in the evening.

“Hello Maria, you can’t know how good it is to get you on line. I have had the weirdest of days and it only got more and more weird,” Ronja said.

“Cool, remember that you promised to tell me all the to-dirty-to-mention-at-school details. In exchange I will tell you what I just did,” Maria said. “By the way I cut my hair on the way from school. It looks really awesome.”

“You did what? Wait did you say you cut your hair, like into a paige hairstyle instead of your normal pony-tail?” Ronja said. Her head was spinning, how could she have happened to imagined a new hairstyle in her fantasy inside John’s room?

“Yes, exactly. How could you know I was planing for paige hairstyle?” Maria wondered.

Ronja had no answer, in fact she felt like fainting. She could not grasp what was happening. Had she really had an actual vision of Maria masturbating? Not just her own imagination going wild, but her as by magic seeing what Maria was doing in another part of the city?

“We need to talk!” John said as he knocked on the door. It was too much for Ronja, too much weird stuff was happening. She fainted with Maria and John still talking in background.

End of chapter 2

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