Shannon lay still, her head resting between Jill's breasts. The only sound in the room was that of their breathing, breathing which moments before had been ragged and uneven. It was quieting now, as they lay together, basking in the afterglow of passion.

At length Shannon stirred. Smiling, she raised herself up on an elbow and gazed down at her partner. "Jill?"

Jill's eyes opened slowly, reluctantly, and dreamily came to rest on Shannon. "Hmmm?"

"Honey, do you remember I said I had something special for you?"

Jill smiled happily and nodded. "Hmm, yeah. Yeah, it was special." She reached up and gently brushed her fingers over Shannon's breast.

Her nipple swelled as Shannon replied. "Yes, it was, but that's not what I meant."

Jill twirled Shannon's now-rock-hard nipple between her fingers. "No?"

"No. Want me to tell you?"

"Mm hmm." Jill's dreamy smile widened as she felt Shannon tremble. When Shannon spoke next, her voice was just a little unsteady.

"Then I'll tell you the story. All you have to do is listen, OK?"

"Mm hmm."

Shannon took a deep breath and shifted her body so Jill could get a better grip on her nipple. Jill's eyes were still closed as she lay on her back, with one hand resting against Shannon.

"Good. Just listen. You'll really enjoy this. It's a story about a very sexy woman. A very sexy, very hot, very seductive woman. Can you see her?"

Jill's smile grew even more. "Hmm, yeah."

"Good. Now this woman is walking down a path in a field. It's a nice warm sunny day, and she can feel the breeze as she walks. Her hair is getting a little messed up by the breeze but she doesn't care because it's so nice. She walks along and she can see the crops along the path, waving gently in the breeze, waving back and forth as she walks. The sun is nice and warm, the breeze is just perfect, and she's walking along the path feeling very good, very comfortable. She might even have bare feet because the path is so nice and soft."

There was no visible reaction from Jill. The dreamy smile remained in place, and her fingers continued to gently squeeze Shannon's nipple.

"Notice what she's wearing. It's such a nice sunny day, and her clothes are perfect for the weather. She's walking along the path, with the crops surrounding her, waving back and forth in the breeze, back and forth in the breeze. You see them, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Good. You will enjoy this story. She's walking along the path, and up ahead she sees some trees. She gets closer and closer to the trees, closer and closer, closer and closer, until she walks into a beautiful forest. The trees are young, she can still see the blue sky and white clouds above. The leaves on the trees are so green, so shiny. She moves closer to one tree and takes a leaf in her hand. She can see all the lines in it, she can see all the lines in the leaf. Can you see them?"

"Yess.."

"Good. You will enjoy this story very, very much. She lets go of the leaf and continues walking on the path through the forest. The breeze makes the leaves rustle and the young trees sway back and forth, just a little, back and forth. Listen to the sound of the breeze, and see the trees swaying gently, back and forth, back and forth."

Jill's hand still rested against Shannon's breast, but she was no longer squeezing the nipple. Shannon quivered with delight and went on.

"Now she sees a stream ahead. She walks toward it and wants to know how far it is, so she counts her steps. But she counts backwards, just for something to do on this lovely day. Walk with her now, counting your steps backward. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. The stream is closer now. Six. Five. Four. Three. So close. Two. One. Standing at the edge of the stream now."

"She looks up at the clouds and decides to spend a few moments resting quietly beside the stream. She can hear the water, she can hear the sound of the water gurgling past. She lies down gently on the warm grassy bank of the stream and looks up at the clouds as they drift by, drifting, drifting. And she smiles as she wonders how deep the stream is. The water sounds so nice and relaxing, and she looks up at the clouds drifting, drifting, wondering how deep, how deep, deep, the stream is. Drifting deep. Drifting deep. And now as I count from ten down to one, she feels her entire body relax completely, every muscle and nerve relaxing completely. Ten. Her toes and feet relax. Nine. Her ankles and legs relax. Eight. Her waist and hips relax. Seven. Her abdomen relaxes. Six. Her chest relaxes completely. Five. Her hands and arms relax and let go, relax and let go."

Shannon closed her eyes and moaned ever so softly as Jill's fingers went limp, and her hand fell back to the bed. A hard swallow and Shannon went on.

"Four. Drifting like the clouds, deep like the stream. Drifting deep. Drifting deeper. Deeper. Three. Her back relaxes. Two. Her neck and shoulders go limp." She sighed happily as Jill seemed to melt into the bed,

"One. Now her whole head relaxes, and with it, her mind relaxes. Total relaxation, total calmness. She has never felt this way before, she has never in her life been so relaxed, so open, so dreamy. She loves this feeling, she loves being so completely relaxed, so totally limp that she cannot even move her arms. Try to move your right arm, just a little."

Jill trembled but did not move. Shannon reached up and began squeezing her own nipples as she continued.

"That's right. Totally relaxed, totally limp. And in this lovely dream, she realizes how easy it was for her to come to this place, how easy it was to let herself be guided to this completely relaxed feeling. She knows, deep inside, that every time she hears the words relax by the stream, she will allow herself to surrender instantly and completely to this feeling. Each and every time she hears the words relax by the stream, she will close her eyes and surrender to the feelings of complete relaxation and openness. Each and every time she hears and responds to these words, the effects will become more powerful, more immediate, more profound. Each time she surrenders to these feelings she becomes more willing to experience them, more open to other new experiences. This feels so good, and she is very willing to allow herself to experience this again and again."

"And when she awakens, there is no reason for her to remember any of this. All she needs to remember is how good she felt, how easy it is to drift into a deep, open, relaxing dream. She will remember the dreamy, open feeling, and she does not need to remember anything else."

"And now, as I count from one to five, she will feel herself waking up. At the count of five her eyes will open and she will be wide awake. One. The clouds fade away. Two. The sound of the stream fades away. Three. The forest fades away. Four. Aware of your true surroundings now. Five."

For a moment Jill did not stir. Then her eyelids twitched and popped open. She lay motionless for a moment, then looked at Shannon, who smiled at her.

"Did you like my story?"

Jill's expression became a sweet mixture of amusement and puzzlement. Her voice was soft, hesitant. "The story. Wow. I don't know. You said something about a stream. Other than that..."

She gazed at Shannon, smiling gently, basking in the afterglow of both sex and trance. "Making love to you really knocks me out, I guess. I'm still so... fuzzy... that... I... it's... I feel so damn good... I don't know... Maybe if I..."

With obvious effort, Jill sat up straight and wrapped her arms around Shannon and kissing Shannon, kissing her deeply. Shannon returned the kiss, sliding her hand between them and finding Jill's clit hard, hot, and wet.

Jill moaned, her arms tightening around Shannon, who slipped her finger inside her partner, then slid it out and resumed teasing her clit.

"Honey?" Shannon's voice was very soft. Jill opened her glassy eyes and gazed at Shannon, panting and squirming.

"You do remember the stream, don't you?"

Jill stared at her lover, not quite able to decide where the question was leading. Shannon's touch was more direct now, circling Jill's clit and making it even harder for her to think clearly.

"S...streaam... yeah... stream... yeah... oh yeah..." Jill's hips were moving now as Shannon?s finger continued to dance. Still clutching Shannon in her arms, their faces inches apart. Jill stared into the eyes of her lover, breathing unsteadily as the pleasure grew.

"Did you relax by the stream?"

Jill blinked. Shannon watched, aroused beyond words, as Jill's expression became one of total astonishment, quickly followed by that hot puzzled look. Just as quickly her facial muscles went slack, her body tensed, quivered once, and went limp. Her eyes rolled back and closed, her arms slipped loosely down Shannon's body and came to rest on the bed. Jill's head tilted forward, coming to rest on Shannon's shoulder.

Shannon very gently rearranged her hypnotized companion's body, arms out, legs apart. Already the color was fading from Jill's flushed face, and her breathing was slow, deep, and steady.

Lying down beside her enthralled lover, Shannon traced a gentle finger over her forehead. "Deeper," she whispered. "Deeper." Jill sighed, drifting aimlessly as Shannon's words washed over her. "Deeper."

Several minutes later, Shannon watched as Jill's left arm slowly rose from the bed, her hand hovering in the air. Shannon stared at that hand as it floated there, aware of what it meant, realizing the doors that were now open to them. She would teach Jill how to be hypnotized, and then, when the time was right, she would teach Jill to hypnotize her.

"I just love a good story" Shannon whispered to herself.