I dream of Bea and running my hands over her body. So much less frantic then before, just feeling her softness, hearing her breathing hitch as my finger teases inside her. Feeling just how wet she got, it's an unreal amount. I can't believe I flatter myself this much even in a dream.
If I didn't know her better, I'd think she had badly needed that kind of attention. But she's the kind of girl that easily picks up guys. Not a girl who'd be needily panting because of one finger, soaking the bed and rocking against me.
Compared to last night, her rubbing hopelessly against me through my boxers. As much as I'm frazzled by my need to touch her, she'd need to be trying harder if she actually wanted me to get off.
I blink, my finger twitching and another soft moan coming from her. I realise this is not a dream.
I pull my finger away on impulse, the naked girl next to me just letting out a quiet grunt but nothing more. She's obviously still asleep. I don't know when dream switched to edging her for real, but god she really is wet.
I examine my finger, pausing only a moment before I taste her and suppress a groan. I can't believe last night happened, but worst of all I know she won't take kindly to losing. Who knows what that means, but she won't be gracious by any means.
I slide out of bed as quietly as I can manage, putting on shorts and the first t-shirt I find before I slip out to the kitchen, hoping to get some time to myself. Instead I find Lucy is in there already making a pot of coffee. I swallow, mentally preparing how to talk to her after last night. I can't believe I had to spill one of my fantasies about her, whispered right into her ear as she just silently listened.
Lucy's such a shy wallflower, we get on well because we share some interests but I've always been a little wary of overstepping her boundaries. She's never really talked about having a boyfriend, or any other partners. But I haven't asked about it because it felt like none of my business.
Also because, well, I don't want her to notice the way I look at her now and then. Her long black hair frames her puffed out cheeks and her small mouth. She tends to hide behind her hair in a cute, mousey way. And she has a short, wide, chubby frame. I get the feeling she's self conscious about her weight, even though her body just looks so deliciously soft, it makes me want to grab her and-
"Oh good morning," she turns to look at me with a small, nervous smile. I realise I've been staring because I'm still wound up from the night before, but also she's not dressed in her usual cosy pyjamas. She's wearing shorts and a spaghetti strap top. She tends to wear clothes a little too big on her, so they're breezey, hanging loose. Her chest hanging out, seeming so much bigger than normal.
"Doooo you need coffee?" she holds up a cup and I suddenly turn my whole body away, looking in a cupboard.
"Ahh- morning hi and yes. Absolutely yes. I guess I didn't sleep great."
I hear her grab a second cup from the cupboard as she fills the two of them up, "Oh, long night?"
"Ah- a little. We were up late to begin with, but then I had to adapt to sleeping arrangements."
"Oh yeah, your bed is a bit small for two," she says, setting my cup in front of me before lifting hers to take a sip. I'm afraid to meet her gaze, realising that of course she knows I was sharing my bed.
"Uh yeah I was going to be on the couch but Bea was
insistent
," I sip my coffee before looking over.
Lucy holds the cup in both hands, her fingers rubbing it absentmindedly, "Oh she can be pretty insistent, guys like that huh?"
"It's a bit intimidating," I dodge the question, "especially when she gets competitive."
"Oh, so she made you lose the dare?" she takes a long sip and leaves a pregnant pause. I feel silly for wanting to answer, but my competitive pride wins out over me.
"N-no. Not yet."
"Really?" she slides her body closer, in that top her barely held chest sways hypnotically, "So you weren't just bragging then? Because I
know
she tried."
I nod weakly at first, not wanting to call out Bea even if it was true, "No, I really meant it."
"I can relate, it takes me hours when I try to
y'know
and sometimes I still don't..." she lets the sentence hang and I can't help but picture her trying desperately to get off. Is that why she wears such loose shorts?
"Ohh," she exhales quietly, looking down and quickly adding, "well she'll definitely try you again. So good luck with that."
I watch her walk away, I can feel my erection growing. Only then realising she was blatantly looking at it.
I gulp my coffee, before moving down the hall to follow her. But Jess emerges from the bathroom and bumps into me.
"Oh hey stud, you going for another round?"
I blush hard, looking up at Jess wearing just a towel, "No I was just, talking with Lucy."
"Good good, then you can come talk with me."
She grabs my wrist and firmly drags me towards her room. Despite being so slim, she's undoubtedly the strongest of us. There's a hidden strength in that body from her hockey practice. Not that I was trying hard to escape, instead being all too conscious of her towel that didn't cover too much of her toned wet skin.
"So uhh, what do you need?" I ask, looking around her room as she drags me in. It feels silly to ask, but her silence has me on edge. Especially when I realise that I'm still tenting my pants. Her only response is to shush me.
Her curtains are closed, and she closes the door before turning on a light by her computer and then clicking on it. She looks back at me and gives a light style before adjusting her- her webcam.
"Hi guys, I'm just out of the shower. But there's a special guest today. I think you guys can relate to him, but don't get too jealous about the view he's getting."
She stands up and drops her towel as I stare. Her lithe body is the opposite of Lucy's. Tall, thin, toned muscles. It's not what I'd call my "type", but something about her confidence, the way she owns a room with body language, has already caught my eye.
"So, wanna tell the viewers why you're here?"
"Viewers?" I croak as she sits in my lap. Her nakedness pressing against me through my pants.
"Mhm, all my fans at home. Don't worry, they can't see your face. I think most of them will be picturing themselves in your position..." she kisses my neck and I lean into it, "Sooo go on. Tell them about last night."
"You uh, mean the dare. That I'm not allowed to cuhhhh... To cum. For a month."
She bites me as I talk, and my hands move to grab her hips instinctively. She just takes them away and places them back on the bed either side of me.
"Well yes, that..." she pulls my head into her bare chest. Her nipples are erect as I press my lips against them and I'm rewarded with a chuckle, "but also what you did to Lucy."
"Mmmh?" I mumble in confusion, as I suck gently on her nipple.
"The way you narrated a sex dream in her ear, I'm surprised she didn't just faint. She looked ready to burst by the end. And you've apparently got stories about me too, right?"
She slides off my lap, kneeling in front of me as she lifts my t-shirt to kiss my stomach. She rubs her chin against my cock, the feeling still acutely felt through my shorts, and I squirm, my hands grabbing her shoulders.
"If you want me to stop teasing, you'll have to tell a story good enough for me to get off. Think you can handle it?"
She gets to her feet, returning over to the desk where she bends low, reaching into a drawer to pull out a vibrator. She gives a quick show of it to the camera, and a short buzz of sound before she returns to sit in my lap, facing the camera.
She takes my hands and puts them on her stomach, "It's ok if these roam, but keep them on. If your story is good enough, I might be in danger of falling off."
I can only nod as I feel her warmth on my palms and I drag her close, serving to pull her naked pussy onto my erection. And then I hear the buzz as she brings the vibrator to touch her inner thigh.
"Good boy, now let's have our storytime."
I breathe in deep, closing my eyes to not think about my audience, and then feel myself concentrating on the feel of her skin as I run my hands over her.
The dream starts with me watching a movie and you come home from a date, frustrated as you sprawl across the couch. You're face down and wearing the backless red dress you always say "never fails".
