Violet slowly opened her eyes. It was dark in her room; deeply dark. She couldn't focus her eyes for several seconds. She thought to herself as many different thoughts raced into her mind. She was in bed, but how did she get there? She couldn't quite remember. It was obviously nothing too harmful because she was comfortable and had been sleeping well at the point she woke up. A strange dream had been brewing in her head. The details were evading their entirety to her conscious mind. Why couldn't she quite remember? She just needed to remember because it was going to drive her crazy.
Suddenly Violet froze. There was movement behind her and something brushed against her back. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. What was behind her? It couldn't be her dog. The motions were free. Without warning, she felt naked skin against her own naked skin down her back and an arm came around her side and cuddled carefully across her belly.
Violet let out a stifling yell. She was terrified, but just as she began yelling, something came to mind. It was a piece of her dream. There was an immediate clarity for her. She had a strong vision of having her pussy eaten. Someone was licking her intently and pumped her pussy with their fingers. She remembered now about what preceded the last few minutes of doubts and fears. She hadn't dreamt it. Brian had been there. And had just done that. It must be Brian behind her and pulling her in closely with his arm, apparently to have a close cuddling.
"Brian?" Violet asked. There was no response but there was a little more movement closer to her. She knew that Brian had said his medicines often made him sleep heavily.
"Brian? Are you awake?" She asked again.
There was still no response. Figuring he was entirely too asleep to even talk to, she settled into his firm embrace. It felt good. Very comforting. His arms weren't very large but really had a way of making her relax. She then let her mind start to the previous night's activity.
The first thing she thought of what the expressions Brian made as he watched her lose her clothes at the foot of her bed. It was a true expression of interest and compassion. As she thought about each piece of clothing she lost, she remembered he lost his as well. Both of them began to feel their hearts race and breathed a little harder. She then remembered him attempting to take off her bra without success. She kind of laughed out loud a little because it was funny when he told her that she'd have to do it.