The door knob quietly clicked open and light from the hallway streamed in. Barely awake, I was vaguely aware of the shadow of a woman standing in the open doorway. It had to be a dream. She paused for a moment, and then the light faded as the door silently closed.
I was exhausted from a long weekend, and had just laid down for a short afternoon nap. The afternoon sun which had warmed my bed when I had settled in was long gone. It didn't take long for the dream image to fade with it and my thoughts shut back down into deep sleep, briefly.
I was aware now of a presence beside me. The mattress gave with its weight and I felt a new warmth. An arm enveloped me and a body pulled itself closer into a soft embrace. I tried to fight the groggy bonds of sleep, but physically had no energy left to fully wake myself. My mind couldn't clear itself enough to even know who was beside me. Her embrace was gentle and the skin of her cheek was so soft as she snuggled in beside me.
"Don't say anything," she whispered, "just kiss me."
Her lips pressed to mine, and her embrace pressed me back into my pillow. Her body twisted half on top of me, and she softly massaged and stroked my face as she held it in both hands. I felt her leg swing over mine, with her thigh squeezing mine as her knee slid between my legs. Do I just lie there and enjoy this? Do I respond in kind? Do I just fall back into the clutch of sleep? Or do I follow the lead of that one part of my body that was now fully awake and changing the shape of the boxers I had stripped down to before lying down? And then there was this one last question nagging me back to consciousness.
"Who are you?"
I was a college freshman. I had no steady girlfriend, although I knew many girls and had my share of dates. So there was no one woman that had enough of a claim on me to walk into my room unexpected and just begin this very loving episode. Our class in my major was small and very tightly knit, so there was an excellent probability it was one of them. There was an air of familiarity to her, but I couldn't place my finger on it. All I had heard of her voice was a whisper, and all I had seen of her was the shadow in the doorway. As her knee slid up my thigh to press against my erection, I stopped caring about the who. Her tongue slid in between my lips.
My arms reached around her waist and began to pull her closer as she ground me with her leg. I pulled her shirt up in back and she wriggled free of it. Her hot skin now pressed against mine, and I knew she liked it by the increased intensity of her kiss. I clumsily unclasped her bra, She giggled as I fumbled with it...another clue. I knew that laugh, but there wasn't enough of a sample to clear the picture in my still sleep fogged mind. Her breasts pressed against my chest with incredible warmth. Her tongue probed deeply onto my mouth and her leg was just as deeply massaging my now-throbbing erection.
I felt her hand slide beneath the waistband of my boxers. My body stiffened in surprise. Her hand engulfed my penis and her breath grew heavy as she became more and more turned on. Mine joined hers as I could feel my blood warming and my heart pump faster. I squirmed to get her to press harder, but she was weaving a world class tease, and backed off.
"No baby, not until I say." She whispered it right into my ear.
Deciding to follow the old adage "If you can't beat 'em, join em," I slid my hand down beneath her waistband. Fair is fair! The skin on her ass was creamy and felt so inviting. I squeezed it tightly and she responded with and equivalent squeezed on my cock. The mix of pain and deep pressure on my sex was incredible, and I moaned and squirmed. This time her laugh was a bit more pronounced and familiar, but still just out of the boundary of recognizable.
