"I have to be dreaming." Esther sighed.
She's been practicing lucid dreaming during her frequent naps. She figured that she might as well make some use of her depression. Despite recognizing her false reality, she figured that she might as well explore a bit. She climbed the staircase positioned in the center of the room, reaching the fourth floor. In reality, she'd often go here due to the fact that very few people ever did. She could sit up there and read or be completely alone with her thoughts.
She entered the maze of bookshelves, not looking for anything in particular. She figured she'd do something to pass the time until her alarm startles her awake. Part of her wished she had stayed back in that class room with that girl. It would have made for a very interesting dream. Her thoughts were broken as she came across a bookshelf at the far end of the maze. It was completely empty except for one pale, faded blue book sitting idle in its center. Esther pulled the book from its place, wiping the dust from it to see that there was nothing on its as faces at all: each one even the bind was as blank as Slender. She opened the book cautiously to the center page where she found a poem: "Lady Lazarus". How ironic. She hadn't even planned that one.
Suddenly, she felt her arms restrained as her body was slammed against the shelf. The book, while once in her hands, was now accompanying the carpeted floor. She felt a light pressure on her wrists. As her eyes turned to them, she saw that she was being held by a pair of feminine hands. Esther began to struggle until she felt a pair of warm lips pucker on her neck.
"If you want me to stop, just say the word, baby," the lips parted into a warm, moist whisper that sent chills of pleasure down her spine.
Esther didn't dare to say a word for a few minutes as she silently waited for her visiter to continue. "Good girl," she felt the breath tickle at her ear. "Now put your hands on the shelf and don't take them off." Esther promptly obeyed with the guidance of her visiter's hands.
She soon felt the hands release her wrists and trail smoothly up her arms to her shoulders as the mysterious girl pecked at her neck, creeping up to her cheek and licking and nibbling at her earlobe. Esther could feel her legs growing restless from the teasing, silently begging for her lower head to gain some attention. The girl slowly traced the curves of Esther's back and sides, giving her cheeks a playful squeeze while lifting her skirt. The hands naughtily glided over her hips, gripping at the lip of her white panties before lifting them over Esther's agonizing length. The panties dropped down her legs to rest on her ankles, rendering her hardened shaft in full view beneath her skirt. The hands took no time before grasping at the rod.
"Such a naughty girl," she felt the heat dance around her ears. "Getting so hard after just a fondle." The hands began to she stroke at her pink tip, pulling clear dew drops to the surface along with a sharp squeak from Esther. "And already dirtying my hands? You must really want this, don't you?"
