Dean used to have dreams as a kid. They never made any sense, and he could never remember them once he woke up, but he always remembered the same thing every time. The word 'Karmina'. He'd looked the word up in the dictionary, but it wasn't there. He'd looked it up on the internet, but nothing came up that meant anything. So he just put it out of his mind, and never spoke about it to anyone. It was a pity really, because if he had talked about it, his life would have been very different indeed.
The first time he even actually spoke the word was just after his 23rd birthday, and he was on his way back home from a holiday in Australia. He checked into the cheap hotel close to the airport, dropping his bag on the floor and holding the door open for the woman following him. All flights out of Sydney that day were cancelled due to some volcanic cloud of ash that was too much of a risk for pilots, and so everyone's flights were delayed until further notice. That could have been days, according to everyone Dean had asked, and so everyone who had booked a flight that day was offered free accommodation at nearby hotels. Unfortunately there were so many people there that day, and not enough hotel rooms available, so that meant there were a lot of people that were desperate for a place to stay. Fiona was one such person.
The two of them had met after the news had been broken over the airport's p.a. system. Dean had been given a room just down the road, but Fiona had gotten there too late, and there were no rooms left. A lot of people had been asking around to find out if anyone was willing to share, and Fiona had asked Dean. So the two of them were stuck sharing the cheap single room while they waited for who-knows how long for the airport to be given the all-clear.
Fiona was nice, cheerful, and very grateful to Dean for letting her share with him. She was so amused to hear his American accent, since she was from somewhere further south, where there weren't many tourists. Dean had admitted that he liked her accent too, that it was cute. So the two of them started talking as the bus took them past the hotel, and were laughing at each other's jokes and stories. Dean couldn't help but check out her body when she wasn't looking. She was only just shorter than him by at least two inches, and her long curly black hair flowed down her back like a rippling waterfall. She was wearing a low cut top as well, showing him a peek of cleavage, as well as the massive swell of her D-cup breasts. She had a nice curvy body too, not fat or anything, but she was cuddly in all the right places, even though she had a flat stomach.
He was still checking out her large, firm ass cheeks as he held the door open for her. There were only two rooms. One served as a bed/living room, and there was the bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet, along with a small set of shelves for the first aid kit. The bed was only big enough for one person to sleep comfortably. Dean's cock twitched at the thought of sharing a bed with this woman he'd just met.
"Is it alright if I take the bed?" Fiona asked, already sitting down and taking off her jacket. Dean's heart sank. She wasn't interested. Not to be beaten so easily, he gave it a try anyway.
"Well, we could always share. I don't want to have to sleep on the floor." he said with a grin. She frowned for a moment and then laughed nervously.
"Uh . . . I don't think so. It isn't that kind of arrangement, ok?"
Oh well, he thought. That would've been fun.
That night, as Dean lay on the floor uncomfortably in his sleeping bag, he eventually drifted off to sleep, and had a dream. It seemed so familiar, and it all seemed so real to him, even though he knew it was a dream the whole time. He saw snatches of images, people he remembered seeing throughout his life. Most of all he could see all the women he'd met. Most clear of all were the ones he'd liked or fantasized over. They were walking, or sitting, or laying down asleep, each one coming into focus before his eyes one by one. Each time they did, he heard a whispered voice say 'Karmina', and suddenly they'd change. They'd stand where they were, eyes open and completely still, like a doll that had stopped moving, and they'd do whatever he wanted them to do. One by one they came into focus, the voice would call out 'Karmina', and then they'd switch off and listen to his commands. Over and over it happened, one woman after the other. He made them take off all their clothes and dance for him. He made them take off his pants and suck his long, hard cock. He told them to turn around on all fours or on their back and let him fuck them, which they did willingly, and happily. They enjoyed what was being done to them, they liked being told what to do. In his dream he fucked every girl that he could remember, ever girl he'd ever liked, and told them that he was the best they'd ever had, and they screamed his name as they came on his thrusting dick.
Dean woke up suddenly and sat up straight. He was covered with sweat, and his erection was making a tent in the sleeping bag. This time he didn't forget the dream at all, he remembered everything exactly. He could swear that he could still hear the voice whispering in his ear, the same word over and over and over. 'Karmina'. He heard a gentle snore interrupt his thoughts, and he looked over to the bed to see Fiona with her back to him, asleep. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he got up and slipped out of his sleeping bag. He stepped over to the bed, and knelt down on the sheets next to her. Without bothering being careful he lifted the covers off of her, and marveled at what he saw. She was sleeping in just her panties and a large cotton shirt. It was a cold night, and her nipples were poking into the soft fabric in the sudden chill. The shape of her breasts were clearly outlined under the taut material as she lay with it bunched up under her. Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with a large tent in his boxers. She screamed and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of him as she scrambled out of bed, snatched up her clothes and ran for the door.
"Karmina." Dean said hoarsely, still doubled over after she kicked him, and all at once she froze in place. She was in mid-stride, halfway to the door, when she just stopped and stood there, completely still. Dean watched her, not quite sure what was happening. Eventually the dull pain in his stomach faded and he could stand up straight. Cautiously he walked over to her, and stood in front of her. Her eyes were open, and blank, staring right through him.
"Fiona?" he asked, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute. He was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He could barely bring himself to hope that his dreams were coming true. She didn't respond in any way.
"Fiona, can you hear me?"
"Yes." she said, in a dull and faraway voice. Dean decided to find out if what was happening was what he thought. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing, and he was staring at them as he spoke.
"Fiona, you feel safe and secure with me. In no way do you feel frightened or threatened by me. In fact you like me very much, and want to be my friend."
She repeated his instructions exactly, almost word for word, except saying 'I' instead of 'you' and so on. When she made no move afterwards, he took a deep breath and spoke again.
"Wake up now."
It was like flipping a switch. One moment she was completely still and staring at nothing, and the next she blinked and almost ran into him.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Dean. I don't know what came over me. For a minute I was really scared." she said, and dropped her clothes where she stood in front of him. She walked back to the bed and sat down, breathing hard as though there had been no pause in her running.
"How do you feel now?" he asked carefully.
"Fine now. It must have been a nightmare or something." she said with a smile. "It's good that you're here, Dean. I feel safe with you here."
"Really?" said Dean, and he sat down next to her, examining her face for any sign of deceit.
"Yea, really. In fact I think I could go back to bed now. Normally I can't sleep all night after a nightmare, but I actually feel completely fine now."
She turned to crawl back into bed, but Dean stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him, thinking that he wanted to say something to her. She smiled warmly, and Dean's cock stirred again at the thought that came to him.
"Karmina." he said, and once again there was the change. All expression left her face, and she turned to face forward, eyes staring at nothing.
"Fiona, can you hear me?" he asked her once more.
"Yes." she said dreamily.
"Do you like me?"
