note- please read the first three chapters of the series, before going on. They are The Ring Of Power: Enter (1), The Ring Of Power: First Test (2), and The Ring Of Power: Grasping A Dream (3)
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Let's see. Where was I? Oh, Yeah! I woke up for real, very disconcerted, and a little bummed. That dream was so real to me. It felt like I was there. I even went to peek on Mary to see if she was there. She was in her bed still asleep, but wearing a large oversized nightshirt, long shorts, and face mask, instead of that skimpy outfit that she had on in the dream.
As I did my morning routine, I then realized something. I was still wearing the ring. I wasn't sure if that had any importance in this dream matter, but I felt it was a good idea to check it out.
I went back to my room, and pulled that little booklet of instructions the ring came with, out of my drawer. I then saw the back cover, which I hadn't read before, and there, clearly and not hidden at all, it said : " Do Not Wear This Ring While Sleeping As It May Provide Intense Or Dangerous Dreams Causing Health Risk Or Heart Failure."
That was my explanation right there. And I just learned an important safety tip. So as I pondered this, I got myself a bowl of cereal, and had the funniest feeling, of de'ja vou, almost like I might have been in that dream again. Then I recalled that the phone would ring a short time later, if this was that same dream, so to see if I was dreaming again, I stood near the phone. I waited for it to ring. Yet, to my delight, no calls. I wasn't dreaming, the phone didn't ring. First time I was happy the phone didn't ring.
So, I ate my cereal, and began to try and work out my plan. I always knew that I could just use the ring, and then I won the object of my affections. But, that would be false. Our relationship from that, would be based on a lie. That was a worse fate to me, than not ever getting to know what it was like to love Mary. I weighed the options and consequences, and decided to act now. I still wasn't even sure which way I was going to go. such a freakin' dilemma! I couldn't take it!
Just as that thought entered my brain, Mary woke up, and emerged from her room. She waved, and mumbled "Good Morning" to me, and headed to the bathroom. I said "morning" back to her, and then knew that the time for thinking was over, and that the time of action, was upon me.
She came out of the bathroom, and then sat down, next to me.
"hey, how was work?" she asked.
"It was interesting. I helped Peter learn how to stop smoking, and Sarah split with her guy, after she busted him going at it with some slut." I said, calmly, trying to hide any hint of my encounter with my boss, Veronica.
"You're kidding! I can't believe that weasel would do that to her! Do you who this slut was?" she asked.
"Um...what's her name again?..........um........oh! The one who Freddie took to the prom senior year." I said.
"Lisa? Oh, my God! Big surprise," she said, with a sarcastic look of surprise on her face. "I still have a copy of that video tape they made that night, after the party ended."
"Oh, yeah! I forgot about that! I haven't seen that one in a while." I said, realizing that I forgot about the hottest cheap porno tape made, this side of Pam Anderson's chest.
Crash course in what Mary was referring to.
Freddie was a senior held back twice, and was 19. He improved from his bad boy days in junior high. Lisa was the easiest girl in high school, and only went with Freddie, because he agreed to pop for all her expenses. I think his father died, and there was some insurance or something that he got, so he had some money to spare. They went to the prom, and they ran for King and Queen. My friends tempted me into trying for it also, but I declined. Mary did try for prom queen also, and she came in second place, by one vote.
She lost to tall legs beauty that was Clara Thompson. How, I dunno, but whatever. I cast my vote for Mary, of course. Later that night, Freddie and Lisa went out for a night on the town, and then rented a motel room. He brought his new camera with him, and videotaped them doing everything possible sexually. The tape lasted about an hour, and some time later, was copied and sold to almost every guy in town, by a former friend of his. He ended up leaving town later on, while she stayed. I never knew why it didn't bother her at all. I guess she was a really slutty slut.
Anyway, the thing that made the tape memorable, was that they started off doing a little role playing, in their prom outfits, like some cheap porno. They used some cheesy dialogue, that seemed like they were actually making this tape for the masses, but weren't. Everyone made fun of those lines countless times. just like Mary did right after she told me the name of the slut.
"Oh, Freddie...! Come here and make me a whole woman...!" she said, making fun of the video tape.
"Oh, Lisa....! Lisa! Lisa! not now! What will people say?" I said, joining in the fun, mocking the tape. I had no ill intentions at this time, I knew the lines better than the actions of the tape. Everyone did, it was the ultimate running gag.
"Forget them people! I need you in me now!" she said, continuing on.
I then saw this as a moment to 'attack'. "Oh, yeah?" I said, and then dove right into her body, with my hands and fingers, aiming for her weak spots, tickling her. She never had a chance to defend herself. I had her in my arms, laughing, and struggling to get free of my clutches. She was trying to get free, but it was very playful, the kind of contact only two close people get to share.
She then shifted herself from fetal position, to attack position. I tried to fight her touch, aiming at me, but who was I kidding? I was the most ticklish person, this side of Neptune. she had me faster than I had her, and she knew it. Soon, after, I was the one trying fight her off of me, and she was the one who was enjoying it. As much as in the back of head, I wanted her close to me, but then being tickled I wanted her off. it's funny and yet unpleasant at the same time, when you are being tickled.
By this time, we had rolled off of the sofa, in laughing and attacking, and I was pinned onto the floor. She had me on top, and at first was sitting on my stomach. I then surrendered to her, and tried to push her off of me. All this did was push her body further down my own, and before I knew it, my lap was underneath her lap. If we were naked, it would be perfect position for fucking, with your woman on top.
Then all the laughter ceased, and the only sound that filled the room was our breathing. It was heavy, not from fucking, but from exhaustion. All the laughing, tickling, and struggling, had drained us. Still, I had figured her to get off of her odd position quickly, once she felt my dick get large and hard at torpedo rocket speed. It came up about to her ass area. She could no doubt feel the rod pressing against her seat. How could she not? yet, she didn't flinch. She just sat there, above and on me, staring at me. I was staring at her also, but knew, one of us would have to say something eventually. I then decided, reluctantly, to be the one to break the ice.
"Um...Mary....excuse me...?" I said, trying to get up, but was still stuck. She still didn't move. Then just as I was about to speak once again, she then slowly started to move. Only, it wasn't to get off of me, it was to lean in closer to me. Soon, enough, her face was close in to my own. Still staring right at my own eyes, as I was to hers. Then just as I was about to speak again, asking her to get off of me, she just rushed into my face, closing the gap between us. She had rushed in to kiss me. It was a hard quick kiss. She didn't even hesitate to use her tongue, before I had even known what had happened. A split second later, once I knew, I kissed back, without question. I closed my eyes, as she did.
She then reached up to hold my head, and I in return, went down to feel her ass. I did, and it felt so soft, and real. I squeezed it, and rubbed it in my hands. The kiss was true passion unleashed, and I never wanted it to end. But I knew that we both had to come out of it sometime.
Why you ask? Oh, you know! It's that thing we do all the time, it's called breathing. She needed some of that, and broke the kiss first. By that second, I reopened my eyes, to see her reopen hers. Then without warning, she had quickly gotten up off of me, and left for her room. before my mouth could say the words "Wait! What's wrong?", she had gotten into her room, and locked the door.
