"S-sorry," Doug mumbled, his eyes crossing and uncrossing repeatedly as he tried to focus his gaze on Jessie's rapidly moving hand. "I, I just, I... everything's getting, um, mixed up. In my head, I mean, I... I can't tell what's a memory and what's a daydream and what's really happening. Is, is that a thing? Does that really, um... really happening?" The words sounded disjointed and incoherent in his ears, sentences overlapping and echoing into one another like his brain was skipping a groove. "I, it's all so... every time I blink, it's like my brain gets more, um. Scrambled. Is, I, is this, I...." Doug blinked.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." He rubbed his temple, momentarily bewildered by the sudden sensation of nagging forgetfulness that tugged at the back of his mind. "I guess I just thought for a moment that we... um, I mean, that you... oh, never mind. Just forget I said anything. I guess my head's all mixed up today." He stood up, stretching his cramped legs--Jessie's dorm room might have offered plenty of privacy for their tutoring sessions, but one thing it didn't offer was a desk. "I don't know why, but I keep having these weird stray thoughts about--" Doug looked down. He realized a moment too late that his hands had moved all by themselves to unbuckle his belt and drop his trousers, exposing his cock. He blinked in astonishment.
His fingers reached out to tangle into Jessie's long, curly mop of auburn hair, gasping in arousal at the unfamiliar sensation of her warm wet mouth around his shaft. "I, w-wait, no, that's... I, weren't we just....?" Doug's eyes rolled back in his head, and his synapses stuttered one misfire after another as he tried to sort out the sensual fantasies he was having about the college sophomore from the reality he was experiencing. "You, you were over... we were over on the floor, and, um, um...." Her tongue rubbed up and down his shaft, and he arched up off the mattress with a groan of helpless delight. The bed didn't feel like a daydream. He didn't know how he got there, but the blowjob felt all too intensely real. His eyelids fluttered, trying to keep from closing, but eventually he couldn't help squeezing them tightly shut in mindless ecstasy.
Doug rubbed at his sore, groggy eyes. When he opened them again... perhaps it was his imagination, but wasn't Jessie a little closer? "Sorry," he muttered, trying to pass off his momentary confusion as the usual undergrad mix of lack of sleep and over-caffeination, "I just... I was up late studying for exams, and I don't think I...." He looked down at his forearm. It was as though there was a phantom sensation there, like he could feel the ghost of a caress on his pale skin. That was absurd, though. Jessica Rourke was a drop-dead gorgeous woman from a wealthy family, and he was a chubby nerd whose only real value to her was his understanding of covalent bonds. She might have asked for some tutoring, but that didn't mean she wanted to touch him or anything. Doug closed his eyes, willing the sensation to fade.
Instead, the pleasure intensified. "I, um, you... you don't have to do that," he babbled, stepping back as far as he could with his pants and his boxer briefs tangled around his ankles. "I, I really don't know what came over me, I don't know why I did that, I... did, did we already have this conversation?" Doug took another step back, but Jessie simply scooted forward along the dormitory floor to keep pace. Her hand continued holding his cock, stroking him to an erection within moments. "I, I don't feel like my head is, um, I mean, if you need me to... to leave, I can, um, I can do that because--" The backs of his thighs thumped into the side of the bed, and he tumbled helplessly onto the mattress. Within seconds, Jessie was between his legs stroking his cock. "Um, I, oh... oh, fuck, I... did this already happen?" he whimpered, his hips rising and falling in thoughtless bliss. "I can't tell what's a, a memory and what's a daydream and what's really... um, really...." His eyelids drooped shut, unable to remain open in the face of so much constant, overwhelming pleasure.
"It's all just a daydream," Jessie whispered softly in his ears. Doug tried to focus on her words, on the sensation of her fingers around his throbbing shaft, on anything at all, but it was just too hard. He was so relaxed, almost paralyzed with dreamy lassitude. The momentary shock he felt when she reached into the waistband of his pants and grabbed his cock had melted into sweet, sleepy pleasure and he couldn't summon up any real urgency to his thoughts anymore. "It's all a warm, sexy daydream and you don't need to remember what I'm doing to you right now. You're going to wake up from this sexy daydream wanting to take off your pants and get more comfortable, aren't you, good boy?" Doug's head bobbed vacantly up and down. He could feel a trickle of drool spilling from his slack lips, but it didn't seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, not even time, and eventually his glassy eyes slipped shut once more.
"...but if it's all just a daydream," he murmured in bemusement, his eyes struggling to open as the thought fluttered through his confused and groggy consciousness, "why does it feel so real? Why does it feel like you're really sucking my--ohhhh, f-f-fuck!" Doug's fingers gripped the sheets tightly, his whole body going rigid with pleasure. He didn't even register the moment between Jessie's mouth coming away from his aching shaft with a loud popping sound, and her warm wet cunt settling onto his hard cock. He only noticed her soft, musical giggle and the absolute, overwhelming bliss of her slick pussy clenching around him. His eyelids gave up the struggle and he faded into insensate ecstasy.
Doug's eyes refocused on Jessie's snapping fingers. "Hello, hi, Earth to Doug?" she asked, an amused smile on her dimpled pink cheeks. "Wow. If this is what shaking hands does to you, I can only imagine what you're going to be like if I touch your forearm." He blushed, but she didn't seem upset at all. She was actually grinning at him, beckoning him in as if he was an actual friend and not just someone who was helping her out with her chemistry homework to earn a little spare cash. "Come on in, it's just the floor to sit on but it's a single so we won't be disturbed. Are you sure you're alright? You look a little tired." Just the mention of sleep made Doug's eyelids droop, and he closed them for a tiny moment to steady himself.
The sound of her musical giggle brought him back to full awareness. "You're such a dork, you know that?" Jessie said casually, as though she didn't have one hand moving rapidly up and down his throbbing shaft and the other lightly stroking his sensitive balls. "I mean, you really thought I dressed in a crop-top and cut-off shorts, lit candles and put on soft music, and asked a guy up to my room to study chemistry? You're the most adorable goof ever, Doug. I think I want to keep you." Her dimples made a reappearance for a moment, then vanished as she leaned down to swallow his cock all the way down to the base in a single smooth motion. Doug's head lolled back onto the pillow and his eyes rolled back into his head until all he saw was the red warmth behind his closed eyelids.
