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The longer we lie together the longer her blinks become and the longer she goes without saying anything. Once I am completely sure she is asleep I lean forward and press a kiss on her cheek before burying my face in her hair. The sweet smell that I have always associated with Avery carries me away to a place where I don’t have to pretend anymore, I don’t have to hide what I feel for my best friend. Having her body against mine as I drift into dreams takes me to a hot place where I can unleash my passion on Avery and never worry all that heat will drive her away.
Chapter Eight
Avery
Some dreams are so worth having and this is totally one of them. I’m all wrapped up in my best friend’s arms and he’s not treating me like a friend at all. He’s got his hands all over me and his… Is that his cock? Yeah, I am definitely dreaming. This is most certainly the wettest dirty dream in the history of dirty dreams because my thighs are drenched.
No way is Murphy Collum this close to me. I wiggle and feel the head of his dick spread my pussy apart as he glides through the heat and dampness in between. When he pulls back, he is so close to my entrance. All it would take is one slight move backwards and he would be right where I want him. Right where I need him the most.
Holy shit, Dream Murphy is well-packed. The tip of his cock is almost too much for me to take. But…if this is a dream wouldn’t we be a perfect fit? I shouldn’t be scared or worried that this won’t be perfect. It will be the best thing to ever happen to me and I need to stop being a ninny and get on that dick. But the feeling of him trying to enter me is enough to throw me out of the dreamy stupor I’ve been in.
Not that it doesn’t feel amazing because it does, but is it supposed to feel like he might rip me apart? My eyes fly open as it dawns on me that this is no dream. I really am in the arms of my best friend…and I’m in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
His hand is up my shirt, touching and cupping my boobs, playing with the weight of them, and rolling my nipple back and forth. At first, I’m totally humiliated thinking he’s awake and doing it knowingly, but I quickly find out he’s still sleeping so I don’t have to pretend his touch doesn’t affect me like it does. No wonder I thought this was a freakin’ dream.
My own hand has moved behind me so I can rub his thigh. I woke up touching as much of him as I could, the back of his hands, his thighs, his arm, his lower stomach. His other hand falls to my panty-covered pussy which is beyond just wet - it’s monsoon season down there. Only he’s not touching my panties…they have moved over leaving me mostly bare to his wandering touch. And his cock is notched so close!
Or maybe I’m still dreaming. Maybe this is all the product of a breakdown. Maybe this whole thing - him coming to my new apartment, taking me with him, handcuffing me to the bed, and getting dirty in said bed - is just a result of a breakdown I’m currently having.
He must have been touching me for a while because there is a tension in me that is on the verge of snapping at any second and the position of his cock isn’t helping me slow things down any.
“M…Murph.” It comes out as nothing more than a whisper. It’s just the head of his dick…feels like he is prying me open, in the best possible ways. “Oh my God, Murphy!”
I try to do what is right and move away but come up short of getting away when the handcuff stops me and I’m pulled back into him, just as close as before. I guess everything isn’t a product of my breakdown since the cold metal seems real enough.
“Oh God! Murphy!” This time it comes out a little louder and Murphy actually wakes up. But he never wakes up in a hurry.
“Hmm,” he snuggles into my hair and drops kisses on the back of my neck causing me to shiver in his arms, “what is it, Sunshine?”
“Murphy, you…you’ve got to wake up! We’re in trouble!”
“Trouble?” He sounds more awake now. Thank God!
“Yeah, you…if you aren’t careful…oh my God, Murph!”
His hips jerk and the tip of his cock slips past my entrance causing him to groan. Warmth floods my body causing me to cry out. I can tell he finally comes fully awake because he stiffens behind me as more warmth rushes into me. I think…I think the warmth is Murphy. I have to say something, don’t I? And what the hell do I even say?
“Murphy?” God, is he going to be mad? Is he going to blame me? I try again after taking a few seconds to wet my dry lips. “M…Murphy?”
He buries his face back in my hair and neck but this time kisses aren’t given. It’s a pretty good indicator he’s mad about this. I feel him start shaking behind me and can only assume he’s so upset over this happening that he’s shaking because of it.
“Avie…,” my name comes out more of a groan than anything else, in a voice I’ve never heard before.
He starts talking again but a part of me refuses to listen to what he is going to say. I know he’s going to tell me he was wrong to bring me here and that he wants me to leave so he doesn’t have to look at me ever again after what's just happened. Even as lost in despair as I am, I still hear the front door being opened and can’t help but wonder if this is about to go from bad to worse. Am I about to get my first introduction to his girlfriend…while his dick is in me?
I’m not sure how but I really fucked things up and this time I don’t think I can run far enough.
Chapter Nine
Murphy
I am trying to figure out what the hell is going on, or what went on, while I was fucking asleep, but the feel of Avery wrapped around me has my brain misfiring. I was dreaming of being buried in her and when I woke up I was shocked to find the head of my cock exactly where I wanted it to be. My first thought was that dreams really do come true, followed by my next thought. Is Avery alright? I push the fact that she is so soft and warm and wet out of my head so I can check on her.
“Avery?” Fuck she’s got me so close I’m shaking with the effort to hold back. No way I haven’t already cum in her at least once. She’s just too wet for it not to have already happened. But now that I’m awake…I have to think about Avery and what is right for her. Not that I want to bury myself so deeply inside of her that she’ll never be able to run away from me again. “You okay, Sunshine?”
She’s so tense, and on a completely different note, so fucking tight. I worry I might have already hurt her. Especially when she doesn’t answer me with words but gives me a small sound of what I can only assume is discomfort, but I have to know for sure.
“Avery, are you alright, baby?”
