Chapter 5
Michael lay awake for an hour or so thinking about the dreams of the last two nights. Tonight's had been less sticky on awakening, but more disturbing. Finally he made a decision, found a T-shirt and a pair of jeans to wear, and headed out through the back door toward Miss Calvin's back yard gate.
She answered the door wearing a silk nightshirt, buttoned at the front, but only with three of its six buttons. Michael could see a substantial amount of breast through the gap. "Michael?" she said, sounding a little surprised, "what brings you here? The yard is finished, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Look, I need to talk to you about something; can I come in?"
She shrugged and his eyes were pulled down to the larger amount of cleavage the action exposed. "Sure," she said and turned to lead the way to the small dining room he had seen before. "I hope you don't mind me eating? You caught me having breakfast and I've a meeting in downtown, so I can't afford to wait." Her shirt barely covered her bottom as she walked away from him and he kept catching glimpses of round, butt-flesh as he followed her. She sat down behind a plate of toast and a mug of steaming coffee. "Pour yourself some coffee, if you want," she told him, indicating the coffee pot on the table. He was wound up enough as it was.
"Umm, Miss Calvin," he began, "what the hell's going on?"
She looked blankly at him. "I don't know what you mean, Michael. What is 'going on'?"
He knew she was lying, then and there. He was unsure how or why he knew, but he knew. He decided he would play her game anyway. "The night after I first came to clear your yard," he said, "you were in my dreams. We... fucked and, when I woke up, I figured it was just a wet dream."
"Well yes you..."
"Last night," he interrupted whatever she was trying to say, "you were there again, only this time a girl from my school was there too. I dream about her a lot, but last night she was really there, in my dream, and so were you."
"And we had sex again?"
"We all did. It was some kind of weird party and you had invited me there somehow. You were wearing that dress I picked for you yesterday. We both screwed Lucy and she liked it. It was the wildest thing I've ever done, and it wasn't quite a dream. What have you got me into?"
Miss Calvin stood up, pushing her chair back from the table to remain at arm's length from Michael. "I've done nothing to you, Michael, and I really think you should go now." He moved much faster than she had thought he could, reaching out to catch her wrist and pull her toward him. He stepped sideways as he did so, twisting her to face away from him and toward the table, and she gasped as he pushed her hard against the edge, her hips impacting the wood. "Michael," she said calmly, "if you let me go right now, we'll say nothing more about this."
In answer, Michael grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair and pushed down hard. She cried out, but had no choice about compliance. The next thing she knew her cheek was pressed hard against the table. She could feel the cool surface against her crashed breasts and her nipples hardened. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little and his fingers slipped into her pussy. She stifled a groan.
"Michael? Please don't."
"Julia," he said, working his fingers in and out of her, "tell me you want me to fuck you."
"No, Michael, I..."
"Julia, tell me what you want."
A groan escaped her lips and she seemed to sag. He legs spread wider. "Fuck me, Michael. Fill me with that big, fucking cock you used on me last night and I'll tell you everything you want to know."
He pulled his fingers out of her and undid his jeans. He had expected that they would end up having sex and was wearing nothing under them. His cock sprang out as though it were homing in on its target. He slipped it between her pussy lips and rammed it home.
"Oh, god, yes!" Julia cried out. "Do me hard, Michael."
He began stroking in and out of her, hard and fast; pulling out until only the head of his cock remained wrapped in her hot flesh, and then driving back in until his pubic bone smacked into her behind. His breathing was ragged, but Julia was shrieking fit to burst. "Yes! Fuck me! Ooooh, yes!" After a minute or so of violent sex her cries changed to incoherent screams and he felt her vaginal muscles closing on him like a bench clamp. He kept pounding as her back arched up off the table, and kept going even after her cries had stopped and she had relaxed back.
It was obvious that her body was responding to his continuing activity as her hips began to twist and buck against him. He knew his own orgasm was close, and that she would have another when he came; somehow he just knew. As his jism began to gush into her, and his vision narrowed into a single tunnel of intense pleasure, he felt her muscles milking his cock and knew she was cumming with him.
Orgasm over, he staggered back, finding a chair to collapse onto while Julia remained bent over the table, her breathing laboured.
Minutes later, she pulled herself upright and turned to face him. Her shirt had been pushed aside in their struggles and her breasts were now fully exposed. His cock hoisted itself back up at the sight. Julia grinned. "Down boy," she said, "I really do have a meeting to go to. I have to get dressed. Clean yourself up and meet me outside on the drive, we can talk on the way there."
Julia drove an open-topped sports car she had, she said, had imported from Europe. The wind streamed in their hair as she steered their way through the morning traffic on the way to the business district. As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him.
"You see, Michael, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that.
"We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams."
"You mean we can control people's minds?" Michael sounded incredulous.
"Well, it's a bit more like influence than control. We can persuade them that acting some way is good, where they would normally not do it. With a lot of work, some of our kind have done some pretty nasty makeovers on people, but they are rare. Mostly we can just influence people's waking behaviour. It's kind of tacky, but a lot of us just use it for sex."