SLEEPLESS IN LA
Briana tossed and turned in her sleep. Maybe it was the sexy, sheer, silk lingerie that she unexpectedly chose to wear to bed, eschewing the normal body-length wool shirt. She dreamed - deeply.
In her dream, she was back in her friend's darkened basement family room. Only the flickering TV light allowed her to see her friend Michelle on top of her. Michelle kissed her cheek, her ear, and began to suck on Briana's neck, making Briana's body slightly clinch as a tingle arose in her crotch. Michelle looked at her with a lust Briana had seen only once before -- on the face of an 8th grade math teacher who had started to make a move on Briana outside the gym at a nighttime ballgame before he finally came to his senses and walked away cursing himself and making Briana not sure if she felt rejected or relieved.
But the dream was not like that night with Michelle in high school, in this dream, Michelle slid down the side of Briana's body, both girls tightly holding hands. Michelle tugged up the tank to expose Briana's small, but forming breasts and excited nipples. In Briana's bedroom she let out a gasp as in the dream Michelle took a nipple in her mouth. Briana couldn't stifle a whimper. Michelle's hand trailed down Briana's tummy and lightly brushed her now-moistening panties. Soon Michelle was kissing down her body and ended between Briana's thighs. Briana didn't fight the tug at her panties by Michelle and she had to cup her hand over her mouth as Michelle's tongue ventured through the unexplored territory in Briana's pubic hair.
Briana thought that any more stimulation would cause her to explode and Michelle's slightly-scary father would come charging down the stairs calling each of them Lesbos and whores. Both in reality and in the dream Briana's hips began to buck, through her now sex-starved eyes she looked down, past her pierced naval and saw -- MATSZUKA!!!???
Briana woke with a start!!!
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CHANGES
Briana struggled to catch her breath. Why had Matszuka entered this sexy dream? And eating her pussy no less!!! A bigger question might have been -- 'Why was Briana's pussy twitching so much right now and why did she suddenly have a deep longing to be satisfied?' Briana was in a state, under an influence she didn't understand and was now incapable of fighting.
She grabbed her cell phone and hit the speed dial for Jon and was shocked when he answered in a dead sleep. "Oh sorry, Honey," said Briana, now looking at the clock and realizing it was 3am, "I hate to do this, but I need to see you -- NOW!"
It didn't take Jon long to rouse from his sleep when he learned his lover needed sex and needed it immediately. He had been working with his, somewhat naive girlfriend to learn her body better and to be more sexually active with him. After all, with a body like that, every night he slept alone was a night lost with the sexiest woman he had ever entered. He quickly grabbed his jacket, slipped on some shorts and began the 20 minute drive to her mansion.
Meanwhile, Briana had buzzed her night butler, Ebahn, and asked him to bring her some hot tea. Ebahn was wonderful and indulged her every whim. Briana suspected that he had a thing for her as she often caught him stealing glances. But she loved him anyway and enjoyed his attention to her needs.
"Having trouble sleeping, Miss," Said Ebahn as he entered the room. His gait was quickly stopped when he looked up and saw Briana in bed. Ebahn thought he might go weak and drop to his knees from the shock. Briana was not wearing her normal nightshirt in bed, one she usually reinforced with covers over the top as he entered, but was wearing a sheer negligee -- and without the top that went under the sheer covering, Ebahn had an almost unfettered view of Briana's amazing breasts.
"Yes, Ebahn, thanks and Jon is coming over; please prepare to let him in."
Briana was always kind to him, and paid him a ridiculous amount of money to do little less than to sleep at her house, but now she was clearly distracted and for the moment had little idea that Ebahn was fully studying her upper trunk to sear into his memory a visual which he would use for his own pleasure later that evening.
"Your tea, Miss," Ebahn announced as he sat the tray across her lap on the bed. As Briana came back to her senses and looked down at her tea, she realized her attire was inadequate and her eyes snapped and caught Ebahn staring down at her engorged nipples second before he could turn away.
Briana's mind tried to process the scene: "Cover your breasts, cover your breasts" a voice shouted from somewhere far in the distance. But there was another voice, one much closer, and one which Briana didn't hear but guided her now more than her own thoughts.
