Dream to Remember

With careful deliberation and a touch of pedantry, she arranged the stack of checkbooks in the cubbyhole of her desk. Next, she wiped a speck of stray dust from the money-counting machine. Finally, she peered through her stylish glasses, smiling at the wrinkled old lady who sat on the upholstered bench in the middle of the hall.

"Next, please!" her melodious voice called for the elderly woman.

A little shaky, the woman leaned on her cane to stand, coming forward and slowly sitting on a chair in front of the sharply dressed girl. She greeted her with a wide and radiant smile, noticing the check that the lady was clutching in her shriveled hand. The young girl's whole posture signaled openness and kindness: from the widely outstretched arms that exposed an ample bosom covered in thin silken blouse, to the cute dimples in the corners of her mouth, and finally to the deep amber eyes that shone with youthful exuberance from behind the light brown tresses --

"Hello? I asked you a question," a gruff, masculine voice pulled Jake from his reverie.

"Oh?... Uh, excuse me," he said, a little flustered. "Would you mind repeat--"

"Do you offer

credit cards

", the middle-aged man was chewing through his words, "with extra

travel benefits?

Miles, hotel discounts, all that jazz...? Can you tell me that, or do I have to talk to someone more senior because a high-schooler like you has no idea what 'business travel' even means?"

"I'm... I'm very familiar with our offer for frequent travelers, sir," said Jake, once he gathered his wits. "Here's a prospectus about our Journey's Jackpot travel rewards card, if you'd like to know all the details, but let me ask you a few questions so we can figure out what's going to work best for you..."

The impatient client put Jake through a wringer of fanciful demands, justifying them with vague statements that he'd often correct in a very confusing manner. When he finally left, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. The obnoxious customer didn't seem to notice, thankfully, that all this time Jake had been sneaking looks at Chloe: a beautiful colleague from across the hall. Just like him she was working as a customer service representative, assisting clients that'd visit this suburban branch of one of the larger banks in the nation.

She didn't seem to have noticed Jake's glances either. At this point, she was long since done with the gray-haired lady who had come only to cash in her modest retirement check. The old woman was apparently oblivious to the marvels of modern banking systems, allowing you to manage your funds without constant trips to a brick-and-mortar bank teller. But Chloe didn't mind helping senior citizens who were lost in the world of technology, or anyone else for that matter. She'd always do it with utmost professionalism, softened by the easy smile given to any customer who had the good fortune of crossing her path.

Emphasis on

customer,

though. For Jake, the twenty-something girl never had more time than the one second it took her to mumble back a halfhearted hello -- and that's assuming she'd notice him at all. He, on the other hand, would pay close attention to her whenever he thought he could get away with it. Indeed, you could say he had developed an unhealthy obsession with the eye-catching young woman, and that it was way past time he did something sensible about it.

"Yo, Jake?" a portly blond guy called to him, a grin plastered on his acne-scarred face. "Wanna go to lunch with us, or are you spacing out again?"

"Uh, sure, Chris," he said, noticing it was indeed time for a break. "I'll be right behind you!"

Problem was, Jake had heard the stories about the local ice queen, as the other guys would often call Chloe. All of them were fresh out of high school like him, or working part-time while trying to get a degree at one of the city's colleges. All of them had, at one point or another, mustered the courage to ask the attractive blonde out. All of them had been roundly shot down, the more stubborn ones repeatedly, usually with just a curt remark the she wasn't interested in dating. Each one had long since moved on from the rejection, shrugging it off as a natural part of a guy's life.

Not Jake, though. Out of the five male tellers, he was the only one who hadn't yet approached the lovely young girl. He also couldn't imagine that he ever would. It wasn't just the abysmal success rate among the other guys that prevented him from expressing his obvious interest. In his mind, Chloe deserved every bit of reputation that came with her nickname. She was always staying at the sidelines, never socializing with any of her male colleagues -- not even with the friendly and outgoing ones like Chris or Jared, much less with the shy and withdrawn Jake. If you asked him, he'd say that he respected that, staying out of her way as she clearly didn't care for her timid colleague.

"Let's go to that new place," suggested Tom, a slender beanpole with bushy brown hair, pointing across the parking lot of the strip mall. "I heard they serve stuff that's both healthy and tasty."

"Pff! Do they even have anything other than salads?" Chris dismissed him.

"I'm sure they can put together a double cheeseburger if you ask them nicely," Tom shot back. "But it wouldn't hurt you to eat something besides fast food from time to time, you know?"

Chris rolled his eyes as the others chuckled. "Fine, I can stomach your rabbit food once in a while. But we're going to Five Guys tomorrow!" he declared, with unusual emphasis. "Get it?... Five guys? Like us?"

Jake didn't participate in the discussion -- or even the rolling of eyes at Chris's feeble attempt at humor -- because he was, in fact, still thinking about Chloe. The truth was that he didn't actually respect her boundaries; not one bit. If he did, he wouldn't be creeping at her the way he often was, or imagining how she looked underneath the smart, business casual outfit she'd typically wear.

The girl had been a recurring star in his erotic fantasies, partly because Jake's love life was currently on an indefinite hiatus. His previous and only girlfriend, Molly, had gone to a university off-state, barely hiding her relief that it would spell an abrupt end to their short relationship. She had taken his virginity more as an act of pity than anything else, after already giving hers to some jock who had noticed her belatedly developed curves. Molly had been overjoyed that her overdue growth spurt, mostly in the bust and hips area, meant she could now attract much better guys than her loser boyfriend. He should've been happy he even got to fuck her on his eighteenth birthday, Molly thought, rather than cry about her cheating on him and leaving.

"Jake!" he heard Jared's raspy voice, right before he elbowed him in the gut. "Stop daydreaming and tell the cute waitress what you want!"

Among laughs and giggles, including from the short but pretty stacked waitress, the embarrassed boy took a very quick glance at the menu and mumbled something about a Caesar salad.

"Anything for dessert?" the waitress asked, a seemingly practiced smile lighting her vaguely Asian face.

"Uh, I don't know... What would you recommend?"

"Well, I'm fond of the banana crêpes in chocolate sauce," she chirped, batting her long eyelashes to distract Jake from noticing the price of this delicacy. "They are like those thin, soft pancakes with sweet filling. Very flavorful, not much sugar at all, and lots of vitamin B!"

"Huh..." He pondered the offer for a second. "Okay, sounds good."

He remembered, albeit hazily, that there might've been more than just one vitamin B. He wasn't about to argue about it, though, as even he wasn't

that

socially oblivious.

Nevertheless, Jake wasn't a keen participant in the lunch conversation. His thoughts wandered back to Chloe's pert butt in her pencil skirt, which he managed to sneak a peak at when he came to work in the morning. It was a relief to him when the food finally arrived and he could dig into his salad in peace. Everyone else was busy with their pita-bread sandwiches -- or, in case of Chris, a lean and juicy quarter pounder stuck between whole wheat buns. Going with the restaurant's healthful theme, it was topped with a large amount of vegetables -- likely more than the corpulent guy would normally consume in a month.

"Okay, sure, whatever," he conceded, reacting to Tom's persistent smirk. "I admit this isn't half-bad. Happy?"

"Why?" the other guy asked innocuously. "I never said anything!"

Many bites and only slightly fewer eye rolls later, the pretty brunette waitress brought them their desserts. As she was placing his pancakes before him, Jake thought she had given him a flirtatious wink, but he quickly dismissed the notion as preposterous. Surely he was mistaken; if anything, it was probably Jared who caught her eye, in his short-sleeved henley shirt that showcased those big biceps of his.

In any case, the waitress had been right: those pancakes, or

crêpes,

were delicious. Just a touch sweet, mostly from fruit rather than any added sugar, and covered scrumptiously in homemade chocolate syrup. It soaked delightfully into the soft, tender dough that enveloped the slices of banana, as it all melted between Jake's tongue and palate and created an effusive outpouring of flavors.

He took the time to savor this culinary sensation, forgetting even his unrequited crush on Chloe. It was now the cute waitress that momentarily flashed through Jake's mind. His pants tightened, as the vision of her covered in the same chocolate syrup came unbidden to the forefront of his imagination. He tried to cast it aside but found it quite difficult. It remained with him until the girl appeared in the flesh, her impressive bosom again stretching the material of her tight shirt rather than dripping chocolate frosting from her hard nipples into Jake's wide open, hungry mouth.

Oblivious to his lewd fantasies, she asked whether they'd like to order anything else.

"No, we'll take the check," said Aaron, a largely unremarkable medium-height guy that was often the overlooked one. "Split, of course."

Jake couldn't help but grumble when he saw how much this feast was going to cost him. He decided it was worth it, though. Sampling this exquisite dessert had definitely been the highlight of his day.

***

Jake returned home in the evening, to the same house he had grown up in. He didn't have the money to move out and rent something on his own. Neither had he a solid idea what he'd want to do with his life once he did. Of the three siblings he was the only one still to fly out of his parents' nest but, considering he was barely nineteen, they didn't really mind it much. As long as he contributed to the home budget and took on some of the household chores, they were happy to let their youngest son drag his feet for a bit.

Jake was in no hurry to change this state of affairs either. With his older brother and sister gone, he had practically the entire upper floor of the house to himself, including a private bathroom that connected directly to his bedroom. It afforded the boy enough of a sense of privacy to freely indulge in his frequent erotic fantasies.

Putting it more crudely, he would beat the meat while looking at porn, imagining it was him railing the naked, moaning slut on the screen. Coincidentally, his taste in female performers ran pretty close to what his coworker Chloe looked like: hazel blond hair, medium breasts, slender figure and a firm butt. None of the porn actress had anything close to the girl's beautiful face, however, so that part Jake had to fill in with his own, very precise recollection of Chloe's gorgeous visage. The countless glances he had stolen over the past few months ensured that his mental image of the pretty blonde would be scarily accurate -- even though, to his regret, it had to include her full clothes.

Right now, the horny and hopelessly crushing boy was in the midst of one of his daily sessions of self-pleasure. While a young and busty blonde on his laptop was being pounded doggy-style by a heavily tattooed and muscular guy behind her, Jake lay on his bed and stroked his fully erect cock, coating it with a generous splash of lube.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned, feeling his balls brimming with a rising load of cum. "Oh god..."

As the stud fucked her, the woman's hoarse throat was giving out loud and exaggerated moans. Her boobs swayed back and forth, rocked by the force of his savage thrusts, the long and thick shaft reaching deep into her well-used pussy. She stopped for a moment and shuddered, shrieking in what Jake thought was a real orgasm, before urging her partner to fuck her more, harder and faster. The man was happy to oblige, grunting as he pounded the whore with quick strokes of his large cock, each thrust squeezing out desperate yelps and whimpers from the wanton slut.

It was those feminine noises that Jake was listening to now, eyes shut as he let his imagination run wild. In his vivid fantasy, it was Chloe who moaned in sexual delight, shuddering in the throes of pleasure brought upon her by the boy's rigid manhood. Her hot, tight pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, another climax causing it to tremble along with the rest of her sweat-slicked body, massaging his turgid rod with uncontrollable spasms of the sleek muscles around her narrow tunnel. She recovered quickly, though, and cried out that she wanted him to keep fucking her horny cunt, to pound her like a shameless whore that she was.

But at the same time, this Chloe was also a little bashful and timid. She hadn't expected to yield to her friend Jake, much less to allow him to fuck her in such a debauched manner. His overpowering masculinity was stronger, though, and the inexperienced virgin had no choice but to submit to the stud's sexual whims and desires. The girl had never expected she would be rewarded with such incredible pleasure, and she was now giving out cute moans as her heavenly tight pussy opened up to accommodate her lover's thick pillar.

Well, yes, it didn't make sense at all, for the girl to be both of those things at once. But who said that the hastily assembled figments of Jake's overactive imagination had to follow the rules of logic? The only thing his fantasy was supposed to do was bring him to a spurting orgasm. And that it did, for the boy was already feeling the rush of pent-up cum that was now forcing its way through his pulsing man-meat.

"Aaaah! Oh fuck!" he let out hoarsely, as wad after wad of white hot semen landed on his naked torso. He came in over half a dozen large spurts, emptying his bloated balls and lashing his upper body with thick ropes of jizz. He breathed out deeply at the end of this satisfying release, only then noticing that the video he'd been purportedly watching had already ended a while ago.

With a sigh he closed the laptop and moved it to the nightstand, then scurried to the bathroom to wash away the mess from his body. Yawning from the steadily creeping drowsiness, Jake went through his nighttime routine pretty much on an autopilot, going back to bed only a few minutes later. He was overcome by exhaustion almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, every fiber of his being relaxing and radiating pleasant warmth across his body.

Moments later he was fast asleep, laying on his back with the sheet barely drawn above his waist. Strangely enough, the last image to run through his mind, right before he had drifted off, wasn't that of Chloe or even the nameless pornstar. It was that cute waitress he'd met at lunch -- the one who recommended him the delectable, mouth-watering, absolutely exquisite banana crêpes.

***

Jake couldn't find his bearings at first. He had found himself in a place he couldn't readily recognize. He had trouble remembering how he got there, or how long it had been since he arrived. Everything seemed both familiar and weirdly alien, as if well-known bits and pieces of reality had been broken down and reassembled, to come back together in a brand new arrangement.

He was at the bank he worked at, or at least he would say that he was. The broad strokes seemed to match: the size of the hall, the checkered pattern on the carpet, the shape and color of the bench-like coaches for the customers to sit on... But many things were off. It was nighttime, for one, and the whole place was suffused with eerie darkness. There was no discernible source of light that Jake could identify, and yet he could see the surroundings just fine. The illumination must've been coming from the starry canopy overhead, he concluded, as it was clearly full moon and the ivory disk appeared quite large on the cloudless firmament.

Jake didn't find it strange that he could see the sky. His brain seemed to be working a little differently, but he didn't find it strange either. The manner of his arrival in this peculiar locale didn't seem very important right now. What mattered was only the current moment, for the passage of time might as well have been nonexistent in this exceedingly bizarre place.

"You are dreaming."

Oh, okay. That'd pretty much explain everything. Since this was a dream, things were bound to look a little out of the ordinary. Jake had accepted this fact readily and without question, the voice that announced it ringing in his mind rather than ears.

It still was a

voice,

though, with a distinct pitch and timbre; melodious and silky smooth, with just a barely audible edge of playful mischief. It was unquestionably feminine, too, youthful and vibrant; but also enduring and ageless, belying the wisdom of innumerable years. It had a definite direction so Jake looked towards the presumed source, finding a woman who regarded him with an inscrutable expression on her face.

"Am I?" he asked automatically, hearing the words in his ears before he'd speak them aloud. He couldn't tell if his lips were even moving, the connection between his mind and body feeling tenuous at best.

"Yes," the woman answered, and Jake was compelled to give her another look. She appeared quite tall and was strikingly beautiful; her ethnic features seemingly familiar but with a touch of exotic flourish. Wavy black hair reached to her shoulders, framing a lovely face with glimmering blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her porcelain skin looked like it was glowing in the moonlight, highlighting every delightful bend and curve of her nubile body.

Jake was immediately drawn to the round globes of her large and firm breasts, the two spheres riding high on her chest and adorned with thick nubs of lightly pink nipples. His gaze lingered for a good long second there, before dropping along her taut midriff to the flawless expanse of light skin below her waist. Only a hint of puffy, engorged lips could be seen there, between the smooth thighs that tapered to the sleek, slightly muscular stretch of the rest of her long legs.

She was naked. Not that Jake didn't notice it before but it took him some time to properly register this fact. She seemed completely unbothered by her nudity, as she took gentle steps towards him, so dainty that she appeared to glide over the otherworldly landscape. The realization that this gorgeous woman was fully exposed made him glance down his own body, only to confirm the vague feeling he had had for while.

He was naked as well. Looking down the ridges of his unusually pronounced chest, Jake found his substantial manhood; it was jutting out and softly throbbing. It was big, much bigger than the six inches he'd grown accustomed to, with many veins crisscrossing its vast surface. At the very tip, a droplet of fluid had formed around the wide slit, before another one forced it out, to trickle along his thick shaft and down to a similarly enlarged nutsack. His balls felt laden and heavy,