Megan giggled sheepishly as her friends began to recite the short narratives they had to construct for english. While they were meant to be serious, they couldn't help but sneak in a couple of inside jokes to rouse a few laughs from the class. Hopefully Miss Mockwell would be forgiving enough to let it slide.
After an hour of writing, Megan and her two room mates began to drift to sleep. They had gradually changed into their night gowns. There was no strict regulation on sleep ware. As long as you were appropriate if a teacher called on you in the middle of the night--which almost never happened--anything was fine. Megan slept in a small camisole that ended several inches above the waist and a pair of sleek panties. It got unbearably hot on the third floor, they had to wear almost nothing to have a chance at sleeping.
Megan tossed and turned, she couldn't sleep. She wasn't sure why. She thought she was hearing weird noises coming from the room next door, but she shook it off as nonsense. The noise eventually passed after several minutes, but she distinctly heard voices in the other room. They were far too loud.
She knew she might get in trouble for sneaking out of her room past curfew, but if it would make Rebecca and Lindsay go to sleep, it would be worth it.
Grumbling in annoyance, Megan slipped from the top bunk as carefully as a cat. She left the room without so much as a click from the door shutting.
Her eyes adjusted quickly and she knocked lightly on the door. It opened.
"It's not locked? Are they having a party or something?" she mused at the nuisance Rebecca always was to her sleeping patterns.
Not wanting to risk it, Megan shut the door behind her and firmly locked it in place.
"There, I hope no one hears us, I might have to yell," she groaned inwardly.
A squeal of delight exploded in the room. It was unmistakably Lindsay's voice.
"Strange. That girl almost never laughs, I wonder what they're doing with the lights off,"
Megan strode into the room and froze, appalled.
Clothes and a shattered lamp were thrown around. A weary and groaning Rebecca was slumped against her bunk. But that wasn't what caused Megan's limbs to freeze.
A shadowy figure, obscured by the small bunk was unmistakably having sex with Lindsay. The prude was breaking one of the most sacred rules? She could hardly believe her eyes.
"This is a dream," Megan stated firmly, her strength returned; relieved it was all just a dream. Everyone heard it.
"I mean, this is a really sick dream," she went on, "I don't think I've ever thought of anything like this before," Megan droned on, trying to make the illusion disappear.
The tipsy Rebecca stood from her bunk. She was naked too. A distinct dribble of cum shone in the darkness.
"Come over here, Megan," she half-moaned lustily.
Megan considered her options. "Well this dream isn't going away anytime soon, I suppose if I agree it will end quicker," she sighed, "I can't believe I'm actually dreaming this. I have a sick mind after-all. Jessica was right,"
Megan walked forward on her long silky legs. They became a little wide towards the end, but her figure was naturally beautiful. Large B, borderline C, cup breasts were easily seen against the camisole and her bronze-blonde hair draped across her beautiful yet sagging face.
Rebecca spared no time, she quickly locked lips with Megan, which sent her on a roller-coaster of emotion. The kiss was enhanced with traces of whatever Alair had coated her lips with. Instantly the "all too real dream" was no longer a dream, and Megan knew she could not possibly feel what was happening to her in an actual dream.
She grunted and tried to push away, but Rebecca found herself having newfound strength as baser instincts told her to continue making Megan hers.
Her hand that wasn't tightly locked around Megan's creamy waist snaked to the bottom of her camisole and slid it up effortlessly. The thin straps ripped and the flimsy fabric was discarded easily.
Megan stifled a moan as Rebecca's freezing hand cupped her breast. She was flying, no longer in control of her body's responses. Eventually her resisting hands went limp and gave into the thick scent in the air. She began to rub herself around the edges of her pubic area, arousing her dormant pussy.
"I can give it to you now if you want Megan," Rebecca slurred, drunken with lust, "It feels REALLY wonderful," she moaned, "You're going to love me forever for giving it to you tonight,"
And for some reason, Megan found herself not being able to disagree. Her senses were dulled and she groaned, "End this suffering, give me whatever it is you're talking about, I want this dream to end quickly,"
Rebecca didn't even pay attention after she heard "give it to me", she happily slid her friend's panties down, earning a groan of delight as their pussies ran at each other like magnets. They ground themselves against each other as they heard yelps of submission from Lindsay above.
"Y-yes! Miss Mockwell! Make me... y-yes! Yes! I can feel it inside me! Ohh!" her moans became savage and then quieted down to satisfied sighs.
Suddenly something didn't seem right. Megan could feel something probing inside her vagina, which was impossible because she knew Rebecca wasn't a... guy. She felt a strong urge to back away and run. Something was warning her but... the slick end griping her entrance was beginning to pulse, causing her to shudder in pleasure.
Sensing Megan's fear, Rebecca spoke gingerly, "Don't run Megan, I promise you you'll never feel nothing but pleasure again if you stay. I feel like I'm finally alive, and I want to share this with... you," she groaned as something began to extend from her vagina. She could feel the end of the phallic thing squirm and gain an inch of her slickening pussy. |