The idea of being fucked while sleeping is not an unknown fantasy, and yet it made her feel ashamed. What kind of woman fantasized about being taken without her permission? She understood the specifics of the fantasy, it was just about as bad as fantasizing about rape, though perhaps more appealing because it was less violent. No matter what the reason, it was a fantasy Alice held dear and one that she used often when masturbating herself to sleep. Despite the pleasure it brought her Alice never believed she would experience the perfect thrill of it.
She had attempted to play it out once with Derik and he had been more than willing. However, the knowledge that they both knew she was awake and the fact that he would never do anything she did not want him to made it much less effective. So she had told him how much she liked it, encouraged him to play with her while sleeping whenever he got the urge, and let it go. That had been about two years ago and she was pretty sure he had forgotten about the specific fantasy because he never seemed to try it out. She supposed it was possible that he had done it, but that she had slept through it. She had finally given up on the whole thing when she caught herself debating using sleeping pills and a camera to record the adventure. Enough was enough.
That is why when she first began to wake up to feel hands on her tits she had kept her eyes closed. If Derik was willing to play the game again she was not going to be the one to ruin it. They had been out partying most of the night and both had been much too drunk to drive. She suddenly remembered that they had crashed at Josh's house and that she was not in her bed but instead on the living room floor of Josh's apartment. She felt her shirt being lifted up, exposing her tits, and wondered if she should tell Derik to stop. What if Josh came out of his bedroom and found her exposed like this?
The idea turned her on more, though she would never admit that to anyone. That was the best part about this though, Derik thought she was sleeping and thus she had no responsibility for what he was doing. She sighed softly and felt the hands pull away. After several long minutes in which she almost feel back to sleep, the hands returned. His fingers played over her tits and she felt him pinch her nipple. He did it lightly, and then again harder. The third time he did it she had to bite back a moan of pain. Derik was being rather rough tonight, something she did not normally allow. His hands cupped her tits and began to play with them steadily, growing bolder as she slept through his treatment.
He continued to play with her tits for what seemed like a really long time, pinching and kissing her nipples, nibbling on them and sucking them. It took a lot of effort not to grind her hips in the air; she really wanted him to touch her pussy. She heard a deep snore near her head and the hands and mouth pulled away again. She could feel the air touching her highly sensitive nipples and she wanted to scream in frustrated need. She let one eyes slowly peek out to see who was snoring on the floor near them. To her shock she saw it was Derik, he was passed out not two feet away. The hands returned to her tits and she closed her eye quickly, if it wasn't Derik fondling her, who was it?
