Only in My Dreams (A Rough and Reluctant Sleep Sex Tale)

Only

In

My

Dreams

By

Kyra Keeley

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Published by Kyra Keeley at
Smashwords

Copyright 2013

This is a work of fiction that contains
adult situations. All semblances to persons or places, living or
dead, are entirely coincidental.

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I thought I was having fun at my
parents party, but things got much weirder and a lot more fun in
the wee hours of the night after everyone one was gone (or so I
thought) and I was sound asleep. I’m still reeling at what happened
to me. At first I was conflicted, but by morning I was ready for it
to happen every night.

Well I guess a little back story is
necessary.

I was back from college for the first
time since turning 21—something I had not taken too much advantage
of as a student (straight A student I might add). My parents were
having a party and as usual the alcohol was going to flow like
water. I knew I was going to be around, but I didn’t know if they
wanted me to take a part in the drinking aspect because I had
certainly never drank alcohol around them before. After the hard
year at school, I was kind of hoping to cut loose a
little.

***

“Hey, Allsion,” My dad yells at me as I
walk down the steps in my tiny sleeping shorts carrying a basket of
laundry.

“Yeah Dad,” I say kind of annoyed under
the weight of my load—not really wanting to stop.

“I’m glad your back home for a while,”
he says smiling warmly.

“Ahh . . . thanks Dad,” he says melting
my little girl heart.

“
You know at this party,
since your 21 now, I want you to know that your mother and I are
okay with you having a couple of drinks,” he tells me all
fatherly.

“Oh, cool, we’ll see. I’m still kind of
a newbie. Definitely can’t keep up with the pros,” I smile as I
eagerly walk away from the conversation.

I guess that answers that question. I’m
so glad that they think of me as responsible. I bet my parents like
to think that them being around is a way to not let their tipsy
little girl get taken advantage of. Setting my laundry down on the
washer, I smile ear to ear thinking that my stay home became a lot
more fun . . . err . . . drunken.

***

Back in my room I start to think about
what I’m going to wear tonight. I kind of want to look good and a
little sexy, but not too sexy—my parents will be there after all.
But, being professionals, they have always very attractive company.
Some of which are not much older than I am. I always remember when
I was younger fantasizing about marrying certain friends of my
Dads. Then I would always get sad when they started bringing
girlfriends around that eventually always ended up becoming wives.
Someone of them are still around and I’ll admit to still having a
crush on them.

Now that I’m older, I also realize the
sway that a pretty 21 young girl has on a man. Well, turns out I’m
definitely pretty, and I have to fight men off at the university
for the sake of my grades. Sometimes, I’ll even wear sweatpants and
my glasses to class just so the boys stop leering at men and
pestering me. So, I’ve not done much more than masturbate a little
stress away every once in awhile.

No sweatpants tonight though. I strip
out my thin cotton shorts and pull of the tanktop I sleep in. I
study my flawless body in the mirror and am very happy with what I
see. I’m still slender and girlish, but round like a woman in all
the right places.

Completely naked I stroll over to my
closet and start piecing together my outfit. I slip into a tiny
thong and a matching lacy bra. Then I throw on the cutest little
party dress with a hem that lies pretty high above my knees and top
that reveals where my breast meet. Lastly, I put on a pair of shiny
black heels and hope I don’t fall—since I’m really only use to
sneakers.

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Almost as soon as the part starts I
start drinking and ogling all of my Dad’s young business men
friends. I feel weird since, even though I’m 21, I feel like a
child being in my parent’s house. Even though I’m a little younger
with a lot less life experience everyone is so nice to me. That
corner me and ask how school is going and how I like the college
life. They all tell me how much they loved university and wish they
could go back in time.

The more drunk I get, the more freely I
prance around the house in my short shirt. I certainly have a fans
of my ever increasingly exposed body. Half the men try to share the
area of the house with me and talk to me without being too obvious
that they just want to look down my top, or wait for a glimpse of
my firm young ass when I bend over a little to far.

I love every minute of it, but the room
is starting to spin. I

I’ve definitely drank too much. Before
I embarrass myself anymore I decide that I need to sleep it off. I
try to sneak off and up the stairs to my pink sanctuary
bedroom.

Clumsily entering the door, I start to
strip off my clothes, not even thinking that anybody that walks by
to use the bathroom could see me.

All flustered and flushed, I fumble
with the buttons on my dress and wrench my arms out of the topt. I
look down at my tight, young, size C breast pushed upwards by the
lacy fabric of my bra that I foresee as being a challenge to get
off. Stopping and swaying I fidget with the clasp in the back
before, with a pop, being able to pull it off releasing my breast.
I instantly reach upwards and grab my heavy breast and push them
upwards massaging them. I focus and am able to unzip the side of
dress managing to kind of fall out of it and on to the bed.
Reaching towards my nightstand I grab and throw on a tank top.
Lastly, using my feet, I kick my shiny black heels off onto the
floor where they land with a thump.

With the door still cracked, I
instantly fall asleep in just my panties without even really
covering myself with a blanket. I didn’t even bother make it to the
bathroom to take off my make-up. If someone were to walk by they
would see my slender young legs extending all the way up to my
barely covered ass lit by the hallway light.

All most right away I dream myself back
into my parent’s party where I’m surrounded by all of the fit young
professionals. They are even more handsome and alluring in my
dreams. I really do love these dreams. They are the kind that when
you wake up half the work is done for you. All of you have to is
slowly let your fingers slide down past the elastic of your panties
till they reach your already aroused pussy. Within just a few
minutes of rubbing you hit climax and then on with your day like
you just took a valium.

In my dream, I’m surrounded by swarms
of barely covered men who circle me like a pak of dogs. Endowed
with super human powers I think I want to take them all on, but
before I they all leave and just one man remains. Somehow my brain
tells that this one man is a better lover than the whole pack of
men combined.

My dream seems to feel even more real
to the point that it feels like someone is actually in the room
with me. I wake up, ever so slightly, to catch a glimpse of a dark
shadow in the doorway, but I feel so content that I’m barely
startled and fall back into my dream state intermittently opening
my heavy eye lids. Each time, the dark shadow is getting closer and
closer. My heart starts to race in a mixture of lust and fear.
Something about being in my bedroom in my parents’ house just makes
me feel safer than I ever should.

I get the impression that the person is
watching me intensely with desire. I want to say they are even
lightly pulling at the growing length between their legs. My mouth
wants to open up and scream, but nothing is coming out.

The figure comes closer and I know I
really should scream, but I just feel too relaxed. And maybe this
figure is one of the many older men I was ogling and flirting with
all night. I roll over, pushing my round ass hidden only be my thin
panties out, feigning sleep. Pushing my thighs together I send a
tingle throughout my body.

My eyes are shut tightly, but I can
feel his presence. He breathes in deeply and exhales a warm heat
across my young exposed body. Bathed in his erotic warmth, I murmur
and shift in my sleep—am I asleep or awake. I don’t even know this
is so unreal. What if this intruder takes things even further? As I
push my ass outwards forcing the tight elastic into the mounds of
my sweet pussy I decide I don’t even care.

Shit! The man has now slowly eased
himself onto my bed. I can feel slow tremors travel through the
mattress as he assumedly pleasures himself right above me. The
feeling of absolute terror and wild sexual impulses collide and my
whole body tingles as the alcohol heat leaves my body. The man lets
out a few incredibly satisfied utterances, as he takes in my
flawless young body.

This is definitely happening in real
life and this man is taking his time. This is no smash and grab, he
lingers on each part of my body as I feel his body weight shift in
different directions.

Not being able to see this man, my mind
runs wild. I imagine him with a chiseled jaw line and a hard chest.
Even more devious, I envision his bicep flexing while he tugs his
mammoth cock above me. I so want to peak and take his shadow in,
but I dare not.

Will he cum on me and leave? Am I that
hot that that is all he needs? Or, will he have to take it
further.

This question is answered when I feel
him lie down close behind me. His breath now lands on my sensitive
neck and I fight the urge to turn around and embrace him
passionately, but that would ruin the game. He lowers his hand
trailing it lightly down my back as too not awake me. His hand
doesn’t stop continuing downward all the way until it reaches
inbetween the cheeks of my bubbly ass. His fingers reach between my
legs where they slowly graze the crotch of my panties.

He uses his fingers lightly playing
with the perimeter of my little mound. Tortuously, the stops short
of touching my swelling clit, or my sensitive inner lips. In the
dark, I bite my lips to resist guiding his hand to my hot
spots.

Moving in even closer, he presses
himself against me. Keeping his one between my legs, he moves his
hard cock snugly up against my ass. He begins rocking into me and I
struggle to come to terms with his extreme length that is long
enough to make me think that this is a dream. He emits heavy sigh
after heavy sigh on to my neck as though he his using all of his
might to not rip my pink panties off and fuck me from
behind.

His other begins slowly traveling up my
stomach ending at my voluptuous little breast. Every move he make
is very fluid as too not jar me into consciousness. Through my thin
sleeping shirt he gently massages my breast. I can feel my mounds
submit completely as they swell at his touch and my nipples jut out
of my shirt. Feeling my reaction, he places lowers his hand back to
my soft stomach.

Then exploring upwards again with his
hand up under my shirt. His big hands reach my soft breasts that
are pressed tightly together. His hands grasp my tight breast and I
squirm in excitement. He reaches my nipples, giving them a slight
pinch, and I practically melt into a puddle of desire.

He flips me on my back with my exposed
breast resting high on my chest. He takes time to fully explore
them. He pushes them together and gently pinches my tight nipples.
Unable to resist he brings his mouth to them suckling first
underneath before moving onto my nipples. His hot mouth pulls my 21
year old breast in which makes me feel like cumming. The whole time
his long cock pushes against the length of my pussy.

My breath starts to get shaper and
quicker as I become turned on more and more by this stranger. When
I do this he seems to back off a little, but I subtlety beg for his
attention by grinding my hips upwards. His eagerness dwindles until
I’m actually almost back asleep. I don’t mind though, I feel like I
could keep this little charade up all night long until the sunrise
reveals my perpetrator.

As things heat back up, I slowly drift
back to his now exposed cock pushing between the round cheeks of my
ass. It is huge and warm. I can feel the head extending all the
down my thighs. I discreetly reach between my legs and graze the
tip of his dick that exudes a bead of excitement.