A beeping sound infiltrated her dreams, and, as Talia slowly awoke, she turned over and squints at the alarm clock. The time read seven. She yawned, hit her alarm clock, rolled back over, and closed her eyes again. When her alarm demanded attention the second time, she decided it is time to get up. Talia slowly meandered from her bedroom into the bathroom. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she examined her nude frame.
"Naked," she thought, "Was I nude when I went to bed? I must've just been so tired that I forgot to change into my pajamas...funny, though, 'cause I think I remember putting them on." She shrugged it off, after just having completed midterms at University, plus driving back to her father's home the night before, she was completely exhausted. She cupped her breasts, lazily, weighing them in her hands. One was slightly larger than the other, and although her friends claimed they all had the same problem, it still bothered her. There was no real noticeable difference between the two, however, and it was only because Talia knew her own body so intimately that she noticed the slight imperfection. Both breasts were roughly larger than a handful. Her nipples, which stood erect while the cold morning air softly scampered in through the window, were roughly quarter sized. She giggled as she thought about the time when she had actually pressed the money to her breasts for comparison, and smiled a little proudly when recalling that her friend's were more like dimes. The cool breeze tickled her neck, and a hazy dream image danced in front of her eyes.
"A man. Hot sweat. That cool touch of air." She couldn't remember anymore. She closed the window. She pondered on why she remembered such physical states in her previous night's dream. But, glancing at the clock in the bathroom, Talia quickly pushed all unnecessary thoughts aside. She had to get going.
The shower water was lighter, less intense, than the water at her dormitory. But it was alright, she didn't have time to linger under the water's caressing fingers. Although, like she did most mornings, she felt a familiar ache, a familiar want. She rarely denied herself when it came to her desires. Almost daily she found time to bring herself pleasure. She stopped for a moment and contemplated her dilemma. Her fingers, without direction and not wanting to wait for her decision, found their way to her nipples and began to gently tease the little nubs. She circled her nipples, and gave them gentle pinches, the pink flesh becoming alternately crinkly and taught between her digits. However, her first moan startled her and she guiltily realized that she had begun to give into temptation, despite the fact that it would make her late. Talia held her herself in check, with much concentration and willpower, and managed to finish her shower.
Her friends were waiting for her by the time she had finished her morning routine. It was only 9:15, but they had wanted to get an early start into the city for shopping. They all piled into the car, and headed off on the hour long drive.
"Rush hour. Damnit. Hell, don't they know its spring break?" Sadie, one of her oldest friends, cursed at the other drivers taking up her precious road, as she drove them all down.
"Some spring break this is...there is no beach to speak of, and no boys either." Lacey, another girl in the group, commented.
"Oh, suck it up. Boys aren't everything...there are girls, too, you know." Sadie flashed a smile at Lacey, and winked.
"Oh, gross! Stop with that lesbian crap or I'm gonna leave as soon as we reach the city." Lacey shuddered. "I mean, seriously, I don't care what you do, but don't drag me into it. I'm as straight as...umm..."
"A crooked line?" Sadie giggled.
"No, that's you." Lacey shot back.
She smiled at her friends. It was nice to be back with them, even if it was just to laugh at all their juvenile humor. Sadie adored making everyone uncomfortable, especially when it came to her sexuality. Sadie was open to, in her own words, "everything and anything." She was sure that Sadie must be enjoying the freeing lifestyle of college, and although Sadie had had many boyfriends in high school, Talia guessed that Sadie's exploits were even more numerous now. Sadie was taller than average and thinner than many girls as well. Her figure was somewhat boyish, and although she lacked strongly pronounced womanly curves, she was still considered very attractive. Her black hair with positively glowing green eyes made her seem mysterious at first glance, however her friendly and open personality made her far from aloof.
Lacey, on the other hand, was slightly quieter. Although she could easily be the center of attention, certainly knew how to drink, and was often considered a ditzy blond, her personality was generally conservative and way less out there then Sadie. Lacey was your typical beauty, and her large breasts drew admiring, or envying, looks from almost everyone. It was Lacey's hourglass figure and obvious desirability that made Sadie tease Lacey, however, Talia did occasionally wonder if there was an underlying desire...
The three friends spent a relatively uneventful day shopping and returned home late that night. Talia went straight up to bed and fell asleep.
When Talia awoke the next morning, she realized that she had had that dream again. And this time, between her legs actually ached with need. And, as she lazily slipped her fingers down between her thighs, she discovered wetness. "Wow," Talia thought, "that must've been one hell of a dream. Too bad I can't really remember it...that man was so powerful, though, I remember that. Nothing like any boyfriend I've ever had before..." Her pussy ached with need. "Why didn't I let Phil buy me a vibrator when he offered? Phil..." She thought of her most recent boyfriend with mixed emotions. He had been the best lover she every had, but compared to this dream man, whom she could only recall in fleeting images, he was nothing but a boy. "A man," she sighed, "that's what I really need. A strong man to take me, have his way with me, and make me his..." Her own thoughts had sent a rush of warm blood to her vaginal area and increased the heat she was feeling. Her fingers had begun sliding up and down the length of her pussy. Her own wetness provided more than enough lubrication for her fingers to begin to slip inside of her tight opening. First one...then two...she moaned and shuddered as her hips began to thrust upwards in order to meet her fingers. "God," she thought, "if only that man was real. Oh god. I remember how he held me down..." Her moans increased, and she quickly bit her lip to stifle them. She wanted to make sure no one in the house heard her.
What she hadn't realized, however, was that someone in that house was incredibly familiar with those intimate sexual noises that were escaping her mouth just then...
