Chapter 6
Michael undressed and climbed into bed that night feeling very tired. The afternoon had been spent learning how to enter the right trance state so that, when he slept, he would enter what Julia called the 'Near Astral Plane'. This, she assured him, was essential for successful use of their power.
He had not told her about the girl in the coffee shop and he was unsure why. He was sure that he had not entered a dream state in the shop, except a daydream, perhaps, but he was also sure he had somehow influenced her thoughts. For some reason he did not want Julia to know about that just yet.
He settled into his relaxation exercises, breathing deeply an evenly until he felt himself drifting into sleep.
"There," Julia's voice said in his ear, "I told you you were a natural at it. It took me almost a week before I could do that on my own."
Michael opened his eyes and looked up at his mentor. "Beginner's luck," he suggested and pulled the sheets aside, rising to stand beside her. He looked back, expecting to see his body in the bed, but it was empty. "I thought I left my body behind to come here?"
"Yeah, but this is the near Astral, not the real world. Here ideas are real, and the idea of you, your mind, has got out of bed. Back in the real world, your body is still sleeping. C'mon."
Julia opened the bedroom door and headed out into the house. Michael followed, down the stairs, past his mother (who was watching the late film) and out onto the street.
"She couldn't see us," Michael commented, "but we could see her. I don't get it."
"Waking people exist here as ideas of themselves, but they can't consciously see this plane. That said, their ideas of the real world make this place what it is. Their ideas are solid objects here, which is why we both have houses here, and why my car is in my garage.
"Sleeping people can see this place, but generally only if one of us wakes them before they start dreaming. Most dreams take place in the Dreamlands, which is more difficult to get to than here; for us anyway.
"So, what shall we do?"
Michael grinned a foolish grin. "We could go over to your place and fuck."
Julia grinned back and stepped away. "Oh no. Tonight is a lesson night. You need to learn how to use your abilities, and you can obviously use that ability well enough as it is. You can come see me in the morning and we'll exercise that muscle in the real world."
"Okay, well let's go see Lucy."
"Good idea. Where does she live?"
"McClaren Street. It's about a mile..." He was abruptly interrupted by the world blurring around him. It settled after a brief instant and Michael looked at the street nameplate near his leg. "We're here," he said. "How did you do that?"
Julia frowned. "I didn't. I was about to tell you about changing your position here, but I guess that's another thing you're a natural at. You can only pull that trick if you've been somewhere before. I take it you've been here before?"
Michael nodded. "A couple of times, but I've never been to Lucy's house. I guess that's why we're here and not outside her door?"
"Yup. Let's go find her."
The Clayton household was easy to spot as they had a mailbox at the end of the drive with their name on it. The front door was, of course, locked and Julia made an exercise of it, having Michael will the lock open.
"Everything here is in the mind, and you can do anything with your mind. Concentrate on the lock and you can open it."
Michael was surprised how easy it was once he understood what needed to be done. He just imagined a hand opening the door from the inside and it floated open in front of him. He walked in, followed by Julia, and headed upstairs to the family bedrooms.
Lucy's parents occupied a small suite of their own. Lucy's younger brother had a smaller room. Lucy had a middle-sized bedroom with its own bathroom, something Michael envied her. Lucy was in bed, her eyes closed.
"Good, she's asleep, but she's still here, so he's not dreaming. Wake her up."
Michael walked over to Lucy's bed and sat down beside her. "Lucy," he said. "Come on, Lucy, wake up." He patted her shoulder and her eyes flickered open.
"What? Um, what's going on? Oh, Michael. Why are you in my bedroom?" She looked up and spotted Julia. "And you... you were in that dream last night. Who are you?"
"Never mind, dear," Julia told her, "I'm sure Michael would like you to himself for a while, so I think I'll go see if your brother is dreaming." She turned and walked out.
"I don't get it," Lucy said. "I had this really kinky dream last night." She smiled, obviously remembering what had happened. "I've been horny all day because of it."
"I enjoyed it myself," Michael replied. "How about we repeat some of it?"
Lucy swallowed, her smile gone. "That was a dream, now you're in my bedroom."
"You're still just dreaming, Lucy," he said. "There's nothing to worry about." He willed her to be calm as he pulled the sheets off her. She was wearing a white, cotton nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. "You just get out of bed here and slip out of that nightgown. Then we'll see if I can't make you cum as hard as you did last night."
She stood up and he lifted the gown up and over her head. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her nipples were already standing to attention and he slipped a hand between her legs to discover that she was a little wet already. "You really are a horny little minx," he said. She groaned in reply as his index finger split her pussy lips and ran over her clit. "Get down on your knees and put your face on the bed," he commanded, and she complied immediately. "Spread your legs more." He knelt down behind her and wasted no more time in sinking his cock into her pussy.
Five minutes later, his cock bucking in and out of her, his fingers strumming at her clit, she had her first orgasm, shrieking out his name and screaming for him to fuck her harder and faster. Instead he pulled out of her and climbed up onto the bed. She got the idea, climbing up to straddle his hips and sink onto his throbbing member. She began to bounce up and down on his shaft, her own fingers creating foam over her clit in their frenzy to increase her pleasure.
Michael felt he could keep this going all night. His own pleasure continued to build, but he knew that the final release would be that much better the longer he held on. So, he did not cum. It had to be something to do with the nature of this place, he thought.
Lucy came again, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she thrashed on top of him. She climbed off him and got back onto her knees, this time to wrap his cock in her mouth. Her blonde head began bobbing up and down as she sucked him in and waves of pleasure washed up him. She was good at this.
He lifted himself onto his elbows to watch her, and had an idea.
"Lucy, are you enjoying this?" She nodded her reply. "Good. Would you like to be able to do this all the time?" Another nod of agreement. "You can have my cock in you anytime you like, Lucy..." She groaned, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, and he almost came. "There is a condition though. You have to come to me tomorrow afternoon and swear to be my sex toy. Will you do that, Lucy?"
"Od es," she gagged out.
"Come to me tomorrow afternoon, wearing your cheerleader outfit. Don't wear any panties. Go shopping tomorrow morning and buy a quarter cup, push-up bra to wear. You must wear the bra, but no panties under your cheerleader uniform. Do you understand?"
"Es." She sucked harder, pushing him deeper into her mouth. He felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of her throat.
"Then you'll come to me and offer yourself as my sex toy. You'll say swear to let me fuck you anytime I want, anywhere I want, anyway I want. Will you do that, Lucy? Will you become my fuck slave?"
In answer she groaned, pushing down on him harder than before so that his cock slipped down her throat. It was tight, but she seemed not to care as she slipped him back out and then in again, deep throating him over and over. He could feel her lips against the very base of his cock and the thrill of it was pushing him over the edge.
"I'm going to cum down your throat now, Lucy," he said.
She knew. She could feel his shaft swelling in her mouth. She took a last breath through her nose and pushed him deep into her as he began to spurt long and hard into her body. For several seconds his swollen cock was stuck in hr throat and she thought she might die with him there, straining to unload himself into her. Then he relaxed and pulled out. Lucy took a heavy breath of fresh air and smiled like the cat that has found fresh cream.
Michael stood, reached down, and picked up Lucy's nightgown. "Just so you know you have to come to me," he said, "I'll give you this back tomorrow."
"Aren't you going to fuck me again?" she asked, plaintively.
"Not tonight. It's time to rest. If you want more, come to me tomorrow afternoon."
"I will."
Michael walked out, finding Julia stepping out of the smallest bedroom, licking her lips.
"What have you been up to?" he asked.
"Sucking off Lucy's little brother. Actually, he's not that little. Randy little pervert as well. What's that?" She indicated the nightgown.
"It's Lucy's. I told her she could have it back if she came to see me tomorrow afternoon."
Julia shrugged. "Sometimes we can move things about here and they move in the real world, but mostly the Consensus puts them back. Hey, you're obviously pretty strong at this, maybe you've got the will to make it happen."
Michael thought of the Lucy-slave that might be turning up at his home tomorrow and hoped that he did have the will.