Page 56 of Play With Me

I’d first discovered I could lucidly dream when I was a kid. I’d be on the tennis court, then something weird and out of place would happen, like the ball would be a donut or something. This time, it’s Nora riding me.

Still, it feels real as hell. I inhale the scent of her familiar shampoo. I feel the pressure of her little hands on my shoulders, and an urgent, delicious heat in my groin. Nora’s straddling me, rolling her hips, her soft mouth at my ear. My dick is hard as a rock, pressed up against my pants under the pressure of her grinding pelvis.

It’s been a few months since I’ve had a dream like this about her. Must be the hormones popping up since seeing her again. I keep wanting to touch her. Ididtouch her, that night at the party. I got hard right next to her.

Fuck.

I never should have kissed her that day she told me she was leaving. It’s like it set something off in me.

But I wanted to.

And it felt fucking good.

“Oh Jude,” Nora whispers. Her breath is hot in my ear. My dick grows impossibly hard now.

I should make myself wake up—I can do that. Whenever I realize I’m in a dream I can just tell myself to wake up. I do that if the dream is shitty.

“I want you, Jude.”

I groan.

This dream is not shitty. It’s a dark and dirty fantasy I pretend I never have come to life. Before Nora left, I’d always leave sex dreams with her if they came up. It was too weird to dream about fucking my best friend and then seeing her and trying not to think about it.

But since she left…I’d had more than a few. Maybe it’s an act of rebellion—me being mad that she left me—but I always stay in. I tell myself it has nothing to do with her, that the only action I let myself have is in my dreams.

But even dream-me knows that’s a lie. These are the best sex dreams I’d ever had.

Right now, I feel like a thousand nerve endings are all on alert. Her soft body pressed on mine feels like a fucking orgasm already.

But shit, we’re on a train. I shift under her, knowing the boner’s probably real. But there’s a blanket.

That gleeful reminder has me relaxing a bit.Let it happen.

Nora’s tongue flicks along the edge of my ear as she angles her hips low once more, making me shudder with pleasure. I’ll just stay here a bit longer.

“Oh God, Jude,” she whispers. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long…”

“Yes, baby,” I breathe. “Me too.”

“Jude?” she whispers again.

“What is it? Anything, I’ll give you anything you fucking want, Nor.”

I mean it too. Not just sex stuff. I’ll give Nora the fucking world if she’ll just stay with me.

“Touch me.”

Oh shit. Some small, tiny part of me is still screaming that this is my best friend, that this will be weird when we wake up. She’ll see it on my face.

Right now, I don’t give a fuck. I want to feel myself inside of her like I’ve never wanted anything in my fucking life.

And I was a pro athlete.

That voice wins.

“I saidtouch me, Jude,” Nora says, her soft voice growing demanding.

“Yes ma’am.” My hands slide to her waist, hitching up her sweater. Ah fuck, her skin is so soft, so warm under my palms. I slide my hands up higher, reaching the lacy cups of her bra.

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