The rest of my afternoon was just as horrible and miserable as you'd imagine. Needless to say, Mr. Thompson wasn't the least bit impressed with the report he'd gotten concerning his students. Where we should've had an hour or more of free time after lunch, we instead got a nice long lecture about… Well, basically about not being stupid jackasses in public. Once he'd assigned us a three-thousand-word report on, "How a responsible student should behave," which was due by the start of next week, it was obvious my position in the class had managed to sink even lower than it was before, unbelievably!
Even poor, always enthusiastic Vicky, was a miserable, dejected sight on the ride back to school. As our team's student supervisor, she was held responsible for a lot of our actions. Almost half the lecture we all received was directed towards her personality. Between the two of us, I don't know which of us was the most miserable by the time we'd arrived back at school, and class ended for the day.
Luckily, my ride home was completely uneventful, and I managed to strip and flop into bed as soon as I got in my room, without any additional trouble.
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I don't know what time it was when I awoke, but it was already dark outside when I roused up sweating. Turning to look at the clock, I was surprised by the soft warmth of another body snuggled tight against my side, in bed. My first thought was that Maria had laid down beside me, out of concern for me, but even my sleep addled mind quickly realized that was wrong.
Sweet apple blossom scented hair tickled my nose, and a flimsy nightshirt covered the ample round marshmallows which my hand instinctively caressed. Maria never wore her wigs to bed, and I don't think she even owns a nightgown! That girl streaks around the house naked as a jaybird almost all the time – she sure as hell doesn't wear clothes to sleep in!
Wiping the sleep from my eyes, the girl who stretched out oh so helplessly beside me was none other than…
Vicky!!
Almost immediately, as if I was struck by a bolt of lightning, I knew what was happening! Vivid dreaming! It had to be vivid dreaming.
That damn gorilla had talked about how, "the pond made dreams become reality". It wasn't like his stupid ass had imagined – he'd just underwent a late adolescent growth spurt – but those old timers had it right all along! Science has proven some places tend to gather and channel static electricity. Electricity has been proven to affect REM sleep!
The "Mystic Caverns" are nothing more than a naturally conductive electromagnetic chamber. It helps people experience vivid dreaming so they can both remember their dreams, and also take control of them. It was the only logical explanation!
After all, which was more likely to occur in reality? I – who suffer from wet dreams nearly every night, which I don't usually remember – suddenly have a rare vivid dream… OR… Vicky strips down to her sleepwear, leaves her home, travels across town, breaks into my house, crawls into my bed while I'm sleeping, and then sprawls out so I can wake up and fondle her – WITHOUT her screaming her head off??
I was definitely asleep, and the fact that I was aware I was asleep meant this was a vivid dream. And boy, looking at my own dream, I'm one screwed up individual!
Apparently, I'm such a weak-willed fool, I can't even decide which woman I want in my fantasy. Now that I'm awake, and able to analyze my own dream, I could tell I was messed up in the head.
Maria is someone who I always secretly thought of as an unfeeling doll. I could dress her up and pose her all day long and admire her beauty, but I could never actually be intimate with her. She just can't feel skin to skin intimacy, so being with her would be a lot like being with a blow-up doll. I love her – she's my sister and holds a very special place in my heart – but I honestly have zero desire to bounce her. In fact, the idea actually wrinkles my nose. I guess she's an "anti-fetish" of mine.
As for Vicky, I always secretly thought she was so vibrant and so outgoing! It was her energy and personality which drew me to her, more so than just her body. I'd always imagined sex with her would be hot and wildly unrestrained. Sweet sweet, sweaty passion, full of impossible stretches and countless positions…
…And yet, here I was, dreaming about Vicky laying peacefully on her back, fingers clasped together with her hands between her bosom. She reminded me of a corpse inside a coffin -- not moving or making a sound, while I endlessly kneaded her breast in my hand, as I organized my thoughts.
My stupid ass dream was somehow merging both girls together to make them one!
AHHHHH!! Screw it!
Who knew how much longer I was going to stay asleep and stay rational like this? I may as well enjoy my own stupidity while I was able to! Slowly leaning forward, half expecting to get slapped, and half expecting Vicki to suddenly jerk upright and eat my face off like a zombie, I gently pressed my lips against hers. When her mouth opened ever so slightly at my awkward kiss, I slid my tongue inside and ran it across her teeth, before entangling it with her own.
After several long moments of exploring every crevice inside her mouth, I finally leaned back up and stared at her well-shaped face. The explosion of wrath which I expected never came, as Vicky still rested perfectly unmoving upon the bed. The only real changes between how she'd been before, and how she was now, was her lips were now slightly apart and well moistened from my exploration. As I stared, my unwavering gaze focused fully upon her unguarded face, a single pale tear leaked from the corner of her eye and gently rolled down her cheek.
Dammit!
Instant guilt made my heart almost explode out of my chest. What the hell is wrong with me?!! Why the fuck would I have a screwed-up fantasy like this one?? Just looking at her, Vicky seemed as helpless and vulnerable as Maria ever had – and even if she could feel me, it seemed obvious she couldn't respond to me!
Maria can't feel, but she'll fake respond to people around her. Dream Vicky can apparently feel, but not respond to her surroundings! Just what the hell was wrong with me to have such warped fantasies??
With tears starting to leak down my own eyes, I gently unlocked Vicky's fingers and shifted her arms until they were tucked together above her head. Once I was certain Dream Vicky still wasn't going to move, I slowly reached and began unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. When I finished, I gently opened both sides of the thin nightshirt wide to either side, revealing her well-toned stomach and the ripe, round fullness of her breasts.
Oddly enough, I was a little surprised to see that I imagined her with a small, lightly pink areola, and slightly inverted nipples. I'd always daydreamed about Vicky having perky little rocket nipples when she bounced up and down in my imagination. It was just kind of odd to learn my Dream Vicky was nothing like that!
Taking my time, I stared unabashedly for several long moments, before reaching and gently tugging Vicky's soft cotton "granny panties" down to around her knees. Watching as another crystal tear slowly meandered down her cheeks, I couldn't bring myself to go any farther. Wrapping my arm around her chest, I buried my head between Vicky's breasts and cried softly along with her.
Davy was right – this wasn't a dream. It was a damn nightmare, and I could just pray that I'd wake up and it'd be over soon