Suddenly wide awake, Alison Bibelot shook her head in disbelief. It was the exact same dream.
Well, not completely the same. This one included more, went further. The first had just one scene, in an ancient, ornate, great hall. Ali had been dragged into it, and tripped and fell when she was roughly shoved into the recessed center area of the room. Her ankle burned like fire from where the leg of the silver stool had abraded the skin, but despite the tears flooding her eyes, she'd seen all the treasure gathered on the floor. Gold and silver bars and coins, three-legged stands, cooking kettles, dishes, fine cloth, wine, grains, weapons, and armor. There were other women, too, and girls. Ali - she wasn't Ali in the dream, of course - sensed that she knew the other women, but no names came to her.
The deep, stentorian voice from behind seized her attention. As her eyes whirled around the room searching for the source, Ali saw the assemblage of warriors lining the perimeter of the great hall. All were armed, most wore armor, many were bloodied, a few nursed wounds. The voice belonged to the leader. That he was in charge was obvious, as the others were deferent, almost worshipful. He was tall, imposing, his broad shoulders bearing armor of silvery tint trimmed in gold, his arms rippling with muscle, hands dripping pink, blood-tainted water into the basin in which he had just washed them.
"Well done, my warriors, we fought well today and our reward, the booty, is before you. As per custom and law, I will first take my war prize, and then the rest will be divided equally by lot." The man's steely blue eyes surveyed the items in the center of the room. They stopped on Ali, scanned up and down, then moved on. Alison instinctively lowered her own eyes when his landed on her.
Her sense of dread was overwhelming, and she felt tears squeeze from her eyes once again. She gasped when the fingers grasped her jaw and raised her face. Though she kept her eyes down, Ali knew it was him. She clambered to her feet as he continued pulling her chin sharply upward. While his one hand still held her, she felt his other brush back the dark hair falling over her face, then slide down her neck, her chest, and land on her breast. Through her thin diaphanous gown, his fingers prodded and fondled, then squeezed her nipple. Just as she felt it respond, erect and harden to his touch, Ali had awakened.
From the first dream. This one went further. As before, the man clasped her breast, but then he'd ripped her garment open, and slid his hand down her belly. Into her pussy. He held her chin while he fingered her, making her look at him, watching her eyes flicker and lose focus as he aroused her, brought her ever closer.
When she awoke from this latest dream, her sex was wet and her clitoris tingling, as if someone had actually been stroking it. Being a hot-blooded, independent and self-sufficient 19 year-old college sophomore, as she often did when she awoke from an erotic dream, Alison Bibelot took care of business.
***
Nikki Nelson exclaimed, "I can't believe you posted THAT!"
Alison didn't know which 'that' she meant. "What?"
"You, bent over the chair, with Brad fucking you, that's what!"
"Oh, that. Well, I thought it was pretty sexy. As are those pictures of us, with your big boobs hanging out."
"It is kind of exciting to know my tits are 'out there,' and the Brad vid is hot, for sure. Are you seeing him again tonight?"
"No; actually I dumped him. You and I both really want to find Mr. Right, and Brad isn't him. Time to move on."
"Really. Why?"
"Even though he's a senior, he's just awfully immature. And selfish. All he wants is to Netflix and chill, to fuck me like in that video, bending me over a chair or table, plowing me from behind, grabbing and squeezing handfuls of tit whenever he feels like it. He comes way too soon, before I can get close. And even when he does try to make love to me, he's no good. Brad could use cunnilingus lessons from you, Nikki."
"You're making me blush, babe. I am good with my tongue, though." Nikki giggled. She took another bite of her tuna sandwich, then went on, "I just hope that when I do find him, Mr. Right appreciates me as much as you do. George has potential, and I like dating an upperclassman, but we're taking it slow. Back to Reddit, though. I really do like the thrill. And OMG! the comments are way hot, but I sometimes worry about those pictures of us you posted. And about mine. Jeez, I hope my parents don't see them."
"Why worry? Like with your posts, mine don't show your face, or anything else that could identify you. And you look very sexy, Nikki. I wonder how many guys have imagined motorboating before loosing a load rubbing their cock between your boobs. Also, do your parents surf Gone Wild? Not likely."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm always careful about posting anything that could 'out' me, and it still amazes me that you show your face. And all the rest of you. I mean ALL."
"Well, I can always take my posts down, and I like doing it, especially with you. It really turns me on, makes me feel naughty."
"You are naughty, Alison. Speaking of which, what do you think of that guy over there, in the blue t-shirt? He's been looking over at us."
"Nice. Maybe a 7, IDK, what do you think?"
"Well, I think maybe an 8, but..."
"It might be fun to do a closer inspection. Kick the tires and look under the hood, maybe. Why don't you go say 'hi?'"
"Haha. I'll wait for him to make the first move. Of course, like always, by the time he works up enough nerve to come over, he'll have been won over by your charms, Ali dear. My big boobs always make a good first impression, but you have that 'it' factor, and..."
As her best friend went on, Alison thought that, though she'd never admit it, she knew that Nikki was right, that guys did choose to approach her first. When Nikki paused for a bite of her dinner, Ali avowed that it wasn't true. That her friend's breasts were fantastic and every guy noticed them and nothing else.
As Alison continued singing her praises, Nikki gazed at her friend wistfully. Her innate poise and grace, svelte body, and classic features evoked the statues, paintings and photos of history's most beautiful women. Caramel locks with amber streaks framed a breathtaking face, and Alison's darkest brown, almost black, compelling eyes, always lured guys in. The most intriguing of smiles that always played on her sexy lips, adorned by the cutest, kissable moles, set the hook and they were caught. Hopelessly. Her perfect compact breasts, pale, translucent skin, narrow waist, full, curvaceous hips, compact French derrière and long shapely legs completed the package, but no mere summation of her parts could explain her irresistible allure.
When Ali took a breath, Nikki changed the subject. "Even if the guy eyeing us is not 'Mr. Right,' he has really nice hands. The idea of them on me is pretty hot. Mmm. If you could read my mind right now... Speaking of getting turned on, that dream you told me about - the one where the pirate captain is feeling you up and about to ravish you - really gets me wet every time I think about it. I wish I could have such sexy dreams."
