Her breath became short, and she squirmed against the hand expertly bringing her to climax. She heard her breath rasping, “yes, yes oh yes!” as he rubbed faster until she shuddered in wave after wave of ecstasy.
She fell limp against her pillow. Her body still hummed with the after-shocks of her orgasm. Her dream man was gone, but as she rolled onto her back, it seemed like the space behind her was warm, as if a body had recently lain there. As warm as she was, she probably had the entire bed super-heated.
The next day followed like the others, only she spent a little more time watching daytime TV, and she went to bed earlier because she just couldn’t stand to do nothing any longer.
Climbing into her bed, she caught a whiff of her dream man’s cologne. She hesitated, sniffing the covers to find she thought she smelled it, but then it was gone again. Just wishful thinking.
She thought about her dream man. She got hot just remembering those great dreams. She started to rub her breasts, then her cunt, thinking about his hands on her. It felt good, but she never was great at masturbating, so it left her unsatisfied. She thought of her boyfriends in college and how she had to fake orgasms to make them feel better. She never had an easy time getting off. Funny how a man in a dream could get her off better than the real men she had dated.
It took a while, but she eventually fell asleep. He came to her dreams again, starting caressing her belly, then her side, then her breast. He nibbled her ear, licked at her jaw, plunged his tongue into her ear causing her to moan deeply and reach behind her to find his hip.
She caressed his hip, drawing his body closer to hers. She felt his erection pressing into her butt, her back. She stroked down his thigh, pulling his leg up and over hers. She stroked tiny circles up the back of his thigh, then took a long stroke up his crack. He moaned and pushed his hard cock into her backside.
He shifted away from her and she started to roll over, but he caught her shoulder and held her on her side. He returned to spoon up against her, but now his cock was pushed forward, rubbing her wet cunt.
She attempted to move up the bed a little, to get the angle right to move his cock inside of her, but he held her in place. He began to rock his hips, rubbing his hard cock back and forth against her eager pussy. He did that for more than a minute, while she squirmed.
A whisper came from right beside her ear, “What do you want?”
Without a second’s hesitation, she answered, “Your cock inside me.”
He shifted slightly, and pulling her upper thigh more to her chest, his cock circled the outer edge of her vagina.
“Yes, please! Give it to me!” she whispered, pulling on his hip.
He slid into her slowly. He was long, and thick, and, oh so hard!
She shuddered immediately into an orgasm. No man had ever made her come just by entering her. She began to think dreams were pretty amazing when he started to pump slowly in and out of her.
She had never had multiple orgasms, and men seldom even tried for them with her, but she felt the increase in excitement right away. She arched her back, giving him better penetration. He moaned and increased his speed, giving a long slow thrust after about every fifth faster, shorter thrust.
His hand had continued to caress her breast, pulling and rolling her nipple. Now it left her breast and went to her clit where he rubbed with his middle finger in time to his thrusts. He stopped the long, slow thrusts, increasing his speed and the pressure of his finger until she was gasping and bucking her hips against him in perfect rhythm.
They came just seconds apart, her with spasms of pleasure, him thrusting deep inside her. For a few moments they lay still, basking in the afterglow. Then he wrapped his arm around her tightly and held her spooned against him. He was warm and strong and she immediately fell into a deeper sleep.
In the morning she noticed her bed was damp near her crotch, and she wondered if her cum had been so much she wet her sheets. She smelled the fresh, ‘swimming pool’ scent of sex, and for the first time seriously considered that a real man may have climbed in her bed these last few nights!
That was impossible. Her mother lived alone, and her room was on the second floor! But those were some really good dreams!
The day went a little better. She got called for a second interview with a local firm. The job wouldn’t pay much, but there was plenty of room for advancement if her work was good. She came home happy and fixed a nice meal for her mother for dinner.
When she went to bed that night, she was determined to find out if her dream man was actually a real man. She tried to stay awake, but she dozed around 2:30. When she awoke again, he was behind her. She tried to turn to look at him, but he held her fast.
“Are you real?” she asked, in a whisper as he began to caress her abdomen.
“Do you want me to be?” he whispered near her ear.
That was a good question. Did she want him to be real, or did she want to go on enjoying his nightly attention in the guilt-free guise of dreaming?
“I think I want you to be real,” she finally answered as he circled her nipple with his finger.
“Then I’m real,” he answered.
“Who are you and how do you get in here every night?”
“I’m an old friend, and I still have the key you gave me in ninth grade,” he rasped , rubbing his throbbing cock against her butt as he massaged her breast.
Ninth grade! Her best friend in ninth grade had been Kent Jerome. They were inseparable until his parents moved away just before tenth grade began. They had exchanged letters for a time, but eventually they both moved on, the way children do.
He was nibbling her ear when she said, “Kent?”
“Linda,” he whispered, just before thrusting his tongue in her ear.
“Ohhh! Kent, is it really you?” she moaned.
He rolled her toward him at last. He still had the dark brown, wavy hair, and the blue eyes she remembered, but he was a grown man, with a square jaw and high cheekbones. He had a 2-day growth of stubble that made him look a little dangerous, and a lot sexy.
His mouth found hers and she opened to him, ravaging each other with their tongues.
“I can’t believe it’s you!” she said as he kissed down her throat and along her collar bones, “But why? Why did you come to my bed and pretend to be a dream?”
He took her hand and rubbed it down his chest and abdomen. He was rippled and dipped as if his skin had been slashed and healed badly. He rubbed her hand down the side of his face that was all in shadow, and it felt the same way.