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Subject: {ASSM} I'll See You In My Dreams (PART 1 of 3) (1st Mg mg mf bg het cons non-cons ESP ScFi)
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Author: Sterling
Title: I'll See You In My Dreams
Description: 12-year-old Cyrus's desire for certain girls makes
him dream over and over each night of trying to have sex with
them -- not something he can control. Tara and Melanie share his
dreams, though none of them understands the connection at first.
But then Tara's 5-year-old sister Hannah reports similar dreams
involving her friend's father, and the plot thickens. The big
kids share their experiences, and then unite to save Hannah from
the clutches of a misdirected sexual abuse investigation.
Codes: 1st Mg mg mf bg het cons ESP ScFi

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 11/6/2011.

I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
Comments to sterling27@live.com.

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And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!

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I'll See You In My Dreams

Chapter 1

First it was just an odd dream. Through her jeans, Tara felt a
hand on her butt, which was still for a moment, then started
stroking in a circle. When she turned, there was no one there.
The next night a hand went to her butt while another started
fondling her breast. Incensed, she yanked the hand off her breast
and turned around -- again no one there. She woke up right after
it feeling angry, but in the morning as she recalled it she felt
a bit of excitement too.
 
She was twelve, her body was pretty much developed and she'd been
having periods for over a year. Some of the boys made her heart
beat a little faster -- Steve especially. So it wasn't surprising
if she started dreaming about sexy things, right?
 
The next night she felt an arm grab her around the waist, felt a
boy's crotch press against her hip, and felt his hot breath in
her ear. His other hand zoomed right up between her thighs and
cupped the crotch of her jeans. She wriggled free and shouted
"No!" -- though it was silent in her dream. She came face to face
with -- Cyrus! She woke briefly. Why was she dreaming of Cyrus,
the shy, polite, smart kid? He was very uncool, and not
particularly sexy. She drifted back to sleep, but once again she
sensed a presence behind her. He grabbed her hips as she stood
and began a humping motion against her rear end. It took her a
couple seconds to break free, and she shouted a silent, "Cut it
out!" Cyrus faded. She had been sleeping on her right side and
turned with annoyance onto her left, hoping to leave that sort of
dream behind her and just get some sleep. But there he was again,
reaching out to grab both of her breasts at once, pushing her
back against a wall. Once more she fought free, pushing him away
from her roughly.
 
When she woke in the morning, memory of the dreams came back to
her, along with a rush of anger. In French class she was a little
bit behind Cyrus and to one side, so she could easily steal
glances of him, but he didn't try to look back at her. Half the
boys in her class were still little kids, but Cyrus was one of
the ones who was growing up. He was taller, he had some zits, and
his voice was changing. In Earth Science her seat was a couple
rows in front of him, though still off to one side. A casual turn
of her head let her steal quick glances back at him. Three times
she found he was looking at her, and the third time he shifted
uncomfortably in his seat as he looked away. It was definitely
more attention than he usually gave her.

Boys looked at her more and more, and she felt pride in knowing
she was attractive. She was also a little annoyed when they
stared at her chest or her crotch; they didn't think she noticed,
but it was sometimes obvious. She made a note of how much they
stared at other girls too. Her willowy blond friend Melanie got
the most looks, while the slightly heftier, big-boobed Leslie got
a lot too. Leslie was super-outgoing, and it seemed her flurry of
conversation rarely stopped.
 
The next night it was more of the same; Cyrus stood in front of
her, looking a little awkward, but then reached for a boob. She
intercepted his hand and pushed it away, but meanwhile his other
hand reached between her knees and surged upward, pressing her
skirt out of the way and coming snug against her panties. She
pushed that hand away, her loud 'Cut it out!' silent as always.
He faded and she drifted off to sleep, but it seemed that only
minutes later he was back, moving in clumsily with his face,
trying to kiss her, while his arm behind her waist pressed their
bodies together. She wriggled free and slept once more. But he
kept coming back to her in her sleep, groping, pressing, humping
against her. She noticed with dismay that his stiff cock was now
sticking out of his jeans as he pressed it against her stomach,
and later he was completely naked. In a few of the scenes she was
in just her underwear, then topless with a skirt. It seemed like
even in her dream world he wasn't going to actually force himself
on her, but as the dream kept coming back over and over, his
advances were relentless. When morning came she felt like she'd
barely slept at all.

---------------------------------------------------------
 
At what she judged was the right moment, Tara mentioned casually,
"Do you guys remember your dreams?"
 
"A little, sometimes, I guess," said Leslie. "Why?"
 
"I keep having this dream, over and over again."
 
"Yeah? What dream?"
 
"Well, um, a guy keeps groping me."
 
"Really?" Leslie asked with excitement. "Is he cute?"
 
"No! I keep pushing him away, but he keeps after me. Do you,
Melanie?"
 
"What?"
 
"Do you have dreams?"
 
"I guess."
 
"What does he do?" Leslie asked. "How does he grope you?"
 
"Well, you know, boobs, between my legs, my butt."
 
"Oooo! Hormones, hormones! You're horny!"
 
"I am not!"
 
"Yeah, sure... Is he naked? With a hard-on? Does he try to do it
to you?"
 
"No! Forget about it, it's just a dream, that's all," said Tara.
This conversation wasn't going the way she hoped at all.
 
That night was the worst ever, then the next was a little better.
Then Melanie caught her alone, and said, "You know those dreams
you were talking about?"
 
"Yeah," said Tara. She was exhausted, and didn't really feel like
talking much. "What about them?"
 
"Is it some particular boy? Like someone in our school?"
 
"Well, I don't know, I can't tell who it is," she lied.
 
"I think I'm having something like that, the last couple nights.
But I know who it is. Cyrus! Can you imagine that? Why am I
dreaming about Cyrus?"
 
"Really?" whispered Tara, eyes wide.
 
"You do know who, right?" said Melanie. "You just didn't want to
say. It's Cyrus for you too?"
 
Tara nodded. "He keeps coming at me over and over. I can't
sleep!"
 
"Is he weird with you at school?"
 
"No, nothing!"
 
"This is so bizarre."
 
They lapsed into a brief silence before Melanie spoke again. "Do
you, you know, like him at all?"
 
"No!"
 
"I mean, even a little?"
 
"No! Do you?"
 
"No... He is so smart, though. And funny sometimes."
 
That was all true, Tara realized, but he was most definitely not
cool! "You like him?"
 
"No! I said I didn't. It's just -- well, he is a boy, you know!"

"I thought you liked Carl."

"I do, I do! It's not like I *like* Cyrus, I told you."
 
In Earth Science, Tara turned to see what Cyrus was up to. He was
looking at her kind of dreamily and didn't look away instantly as
he usually did. Tara glared; Cyrus looked away quickly and turned
quite pink.

The next day the two girls exchanged groggy greetings.
 
"Same thing?" asked Tara.
 
"Yeah -- worse," sighed Melanie. "I know what you mean about how
he just never gives up. Why are we dreaming about him? He's nice
-- I mean, he'd never try to grope a girl for real."
 
"I think he knows what's going on."
 
"You're kidding! How?"
 
"I caught him looking at me, and I stared back, and he got all
flustered."
 
"But he'd do that anyway if you stared at him."
 
"Not like that."
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
That night Cyrus invaded Tara's dreams once more -- then the next
thing she knew, her alarm was ringing. She realized she'd slept
soundly for the first time in ages.
 
At school, she noticed at once that Melanie was smiling to
herself, and when she caught Tara's eye she gave a conspiratorial
grin.
 
The first chance they had to talk privately was at the end of
lunch period.
 
"That was so funny!" Melanie said, shaking her head.
 
"What? I slept well for the first time in ages."
 
Melanie smiled to herself for a moment more, then looked up. "You
did?"
 
"He came to me once, then the next thing I knew it was morning."
 
"Oh ... My ... God! It makes sense."
 
"Why? What?"
 
"I decided I'd just see what happened. I mean... You won't tell
anyone, right?"
 
"No."
 
"Not even Leslie?"

"No, of course not! What?"
 
"I kind of thought about it before I went to sleep. It's just a
dream, so what's the harm, right? So in my dream, I kind of knew
what I'd been thinking and I just let him. And he did. I mean, he
was like an animal."
 
"Did he just keep on and do it to you?"
 
"Oh, yeah! We'd both been naked in my dreams the night before,
and this time I just laid back and opened up, and he ... he went
right in. Zoom! Unnnh!"
 
"What?... Huh. Did it hurt?"
 
"Huh? No, it didn't hurt. He was in me all of ten seconds or
something. But he got deep -- way deep." Melanie smiled.
 
"Did he, like come in you? Or -- wait, it's just a dream."
 
"He came all right. He gasped and cried out, though I couldn't
hear him, then he just kind of collapsed as he pulled out."
 
"This is so bizarre."
 
"I know. But you said you slept well, right?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"So, he got his rocks off and then he left us both alone for the
rest of the night."
 
"This is creepy. So, was it disgusting? I mean letting him do
it?"
 
"I felt a little scared in my dream, but I kept saying 'It's just
a dream, it's just a dream!' And it was pretty exciting too! I
mean, I can't get pregnant, and no one can call me a slut... And
it didn't hurt."
 
"Huh."
 
As Tara looked over at Cyrus during French, a couple times he
seemed to be smiling to himself.
 
That night Tara slept well the entire night, without a single
visit from Cyrus. She finally felt rested again.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
The next night, Cyrus appeared in Tara's dream again. He was
naked, with his cock stiff as anything. All she had on was
panties. She was lying back on the bed, and he leaned over her,
panting as his mouth approached her small breasts. She pushed him
away and he disappeared, but something stirred in the back of her
mind -- what Melanie had said.
 
Cyrus appeared once more, dove for her nipples, and this time she
didn't push very hard. He hesitated a moment and glanced up at
her, and she decided to let it go. The wetness of his mouth on
her breast was a little weird at first, but also a little
exciting. She was letting a boy suck her nipple! And then it
started feeling good in the dream.
 
She felt his hand on her panty crotch, rubbing for a second, then
trying to get his hand inside. She instinctively reached down to
pull his hand away, then hesitated. 'It's just a dream,' she told
herself, then lifted her hips and pulled her panties down and
off.
 
Cyrus had a dopey but excited look on his face as he crawled up
into position. Might as well spread her legs, she thought.
Seconds later she felt it. First a warm bump on her pussy lips.
Then an insistent press with a blunt knob, then a very insistent
press, her girl flesh pressing inward -- and then her tissues
gave way and the knob was inside. It hurt, in a dream-like way --
sort of like hurting in theory but not in practice. And then he
shifted upward, pressing hard, inward, filling her up. She had no
idea her pussy could stretch like that -- this humongo tampon,
but so unlike a tampon in every respect. Hot, insistent,
self-propelled. It glided on something, which must have been her
dream lubrication -- she'd read about lubrication on the web.
Cyrus was pumping away like a crazy man, filling her over and
over again, bumping against her pubic bone, his face contorted
and distant. He kept going and going, and she started feeling
something good. Somehow the parts of her body that can make a
girl feel good were doing their job. The idea of getting stuffed
and humped was both exciting and disgusting, but now it actually
felt good, a warm glow of pleasure. Then Cyrus held his breath as
he pumped furiously, then collapsed on her. That must have been
his orgasm. He looked up to give her a goofy grin before he faded
away.

Tara woke from her dream and smiled to herself. Melanie was right
-- it was like a free chance to experiment. No disease, no real
pain, no pregnancy, no bad reputation -- Cyrus was hardly going
to boast to his pals of having a wet dream! That is, if he had
any pals he confided in. And it felt right somehow. She'd known
ever since she'd found out the facts of life that sex was in her
future. First it was totally unthinkable, then it was something
to think about but incredibly gross, then she could kind of see
why maybe someday she'd want it -- and now she'd done it! At
least in her dreams. And a big chunk of the "gross" part was
gone, she decided. She explored with her hand inside her panties.
She was warm down there, and even a little damp. She stuck a
couple fingers in her pussy and could tell her hymen was still
there. She'd lost her virginity in her dream, but not real life.
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
"Let me guess," said Melanie. "You let him do it to you!"
 
Tara hadn't thought her smile was that obvious. "Yeah," she said
sheepishly.
 
"Which explains why he didn't do it to me until after it was
already light. He did it to you first thing, probably, right?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"And how was it?"
 
"Pretty nice. Really pretty nice."
 
"Yeah. Did he last longer with you?"
 
"Yeah -- and it started feeling good."
 
"You mean the idea of it?"
 
"No, like sexy feelings."
 
"Really? I've never had that."
 
---------------------------------------------------------
 
Leslie approached her two friends. "You aren't avoiding me, are
you?"
 
"Oh, no, of course not!" said Tara.
 
"You're always whispering."
 
"Yeah, sorry, but it's nothing to do with you."
 
"Is it those dreams?" Leslie asked, more quietly than usual.
 
"Huh?" asked Tara. She wasn't eager to broach the subject of
dreams with Leslie again.
 
"Yeah, I started having them too," said Melanie.
 
"Oh, really?" said Leslie. "You know, I had one last night. At
least what you were saying sounded like what happened to me. Oh
-- by the way, I couldn't make out who it was. Do you guys have
particular boys in your dreams, like from school?"
 
"Yeah," said Melanie. "It's Cyrus -- for me," she added, with a
quick glance at Tara. Tara hoped she could become as confident as
Melanie some day. To admit that a not-cool boy was pawing her
over in her sleep, and then not to 'out' Tara at the same time.
 
"Cyrus, huh," said Leslie.
 
Tara expected a stronger reaction than that. She would have
expected something like a wide-eyed "Cyrus! That's so gross!"
 
"What about you? Was it someone we know?" asked Tara.
 
"No, I couldn't see who," said Leslie.
 
"Cyrus, by any chance?" Tara asked.
 
"No, not Cyrus."
 
They got a strong hint later as class was about to begin, when
Walter said, "I dreamed about you, Leslie." His voice cracked and
squeaked on the "Leslie" part.
 
"Well, I don't want to hear about it!" snapped Leslie. That
wasn't like her, if all that was involved was Walter's own dream.
He was one of the more clueless boys around, and his skin now had
that oily look to it, matching his changing voice. Cyrus might
not be cool, but he was smart. Tara was glad it wasn't Walter who
was coming to her at night.
 
Tara also noticed that Cyrus was especially attentive to the
exchange.

---------------------------------------------------------

In her dream, Tara knew how it was going to go. Cyrus was going
to go deep, pump a bunch of times, and shoot his wad. By now it
was exciting, but a little frustrating too.

In her dream, Tara rubbed her own pussy as Cyrus approached her.
As he tried to mount, she held him back -- she didn't push him
away, she just held him off while she rubbed, feeling those good
feelings accumulating. Cyrus saw what she was doing and didn't
disappear. He waited a few seconds and then began moving into
position. Once more she held him back. This time he wouldn't be
denied, and he struggled into position. Tara sensed that her
choice was to reject him entirely or let him do it. She let him
do it. But as he moved in, she grabbed his cock and rubbed it
back and forth over her vulva, getting her clitoris. But Cyrus
could tell his cock wasn't going the right way, and in
exasperation he grabbed it from her and lined it up where it
really went and shoved. As usual, it felt nice to Tara -- nicer
than usual, in fact. Pleasure built, but seconds later Cyrus
lunged and froze, and it was all over.

He came to her again, and once more she held him off a little.
Her fingers worked busily, getting her excited. But the third
time he wouldn't be denied any more, and he lined up and plunged
in. After a few strokes, Tara seized his butt and held their
pelvises firmly together. Her clitoris felt a restful sort of
glow from that. Cyrus was annoyed that his thrusting had been
interrupted. Scowling at her, he moved his own hands to her hips,
and then he had the leverage to get himself out-strokes
regardless of how she pressed. She let him thrust, and it felt
great. He moved his hands up higher again, and as she felt him
getting excited, she gripped his pelvis to her once more. Once
more she felt a sort of restful glow, a calm before the storm,
perhaps. Quickly he clutched her hipbones and resumed his fucking
motion. This time he didn't let go of her hips, but stabbed into
her with greater depth and speed. Her pleasure was almost there,
almost. When it looked like he was about to come, she wiggled to
one side, then the other. It felt good, and it threw him off his
rhythm. He regained control and resumed his fuck then, and she
felt something happening. It was going to be all right, she knew.
He was going to fuck her harder and faster, more and more, and --
there it was! She felt waves of pleasure, waves of ecstasy. And
above all she felt satisfied. There, for once she was satisfied
too! She even had time to hug him before the dream faded.

---------------------------------------------------------

"I think I dreamed an orgasm," said Tara to Melanie a few days
later.

"Oh, you're so lucky! Because this is getting out of hand. Walter
came to me last night."

"Really? You're kidding!"

"Yeah. I pushed him away three times, but then I woke up enough
to remember it's just a dream. So I let him, and he was done in
seconds." She made a face. "Just as long as I don't have to do it
with him in real life."

Just then Walter walked by, leering at Melanie. She called him
over, smiling.

Walter wasn't used to getting any sort of attention from cool
girls, so he looked a little uncomfortable.

"Walter, dear," said Melanie. "If you want to keep having nice
dreams about me, could you just keep quiet about them?"

"Huh? How did you..." Walter was flustered.

"Never mind, just do it. Don't tell anyone, OK?"

"OK, no problem," said Walter, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Goodbye."

When he had walked away, Melanie said, "and then Mr. White showed
up."

"Mr. White!" He was the history teacher.

"And he started pawing you too?"

"Yeah, from the rear, grabbing me over and over, pushing my skirt
up. But I said, 'What the heck' and let him."

"From the rear? You don't mean your butt hole, do you?"

"Know, the right place, just from the other side." She smiled. "I
can kinda see why big girls like all this stuff. I mean, I felt
kind of like a dog or something, but it was nice too. And then
Cyrus showed up towards morning."

"Makes sense. He came to me twice early on. And the second time
is when I think I dreamed I came."

"You know, this stuff has me feeling around down there -- you
know, for real. I can get it to feel good, but I don't think I
get an orgasm. That's got like a release feeling to it --
satisfied?"

Tara nodded.

"Yeah, so it's not an orgasm. I've got these three guys doing it
to me during the night, but I'm supposed to feel good too,
right?"

"I don't know what the rules are about dream sex."

"You're right," said Melanie with a laugh. "But you said you got
an orgasm, right?"

The conversation gave Tara a naughty idea. She wrote a note on
her computer, printed it out, sealed it in an envelope with
Cyrus's name on it, and left it in his French class desk when no
one was looking. She watched carefully when he found it and
opened it. He looked surprised at first, then turned a little
pink. The note read:

"Can you dream about making Melanie come too? Look it up on the
web!"

---------------------------------------------------------

Melanie lay on her back. Cyrus kissed her ear, then her lips. He
moved down to her left breast, swirling it with his fingers while
he licked it. He'd been doing this stuff more and more, and it
felt great! Meanwhile, his right hand rubbed slowly and smoothly
up her inner thigh from knee to just below her pussy, making her
glow. Then his right hand cupped her sex before dissolving into
fingers with ideas of their own. Pointer and ringman opened her
labia and wiggled a bit, while tallman went to work inside. He
poked into her vagina briefly before sliding up to her clit,
where he lingered. Back down he hopped to repeat. It felt
wonderful!

She was ready for his cock, and she nudged him up into position.
In he dove, and it felt fantastic. He rode her differently than
he used to, and somehow his cock rubbed more against her clit.
The pleasure was wonderful.

He kept going, on and on, thrusting away, kissing her ear and her
breast. But after a while her pleasure started fading instead of
growing. Not this time.

She humped her pelvis up against him rapidly, which by now he
took as a signal that he should go for it. And he did, stabbing
her deep and hard, his muscles bulging with the exertion, his
eyes shut in approaching pleasure. Finally he gave a tremendous
heave, shoving her up on the bed, and held himself still. She
felt his cock twitching faintly in her pussy. His face dissolved
from harsh concentration to a relaxed smile of utter happiness.
Cyrus had come again. That was nice. She had not -- she had
never. That was not so nice.

---------------------------------------------------------

"God, it's frustrating," Melanie reported two days later. "In my
dreams Cyrus is doing more and more to me, and it feels better
and better -- but I still end up feeling so frustrated!"

"Oh," said Tara quietly. Tara had meant for her secret note to
improve Melanie's dream sex, and while it had, now it seemed the
greater pleasure also led to greater frustration.

But the note had paid off for her too. It wasn't so surprising
that he was doing the same things with her, and she was dreaming
bigger and better orgasms. She wasn't feeling frustrated -- not
at all!

---------------------------------------------------------

Cyrus was on the whole very happy with the situation.

First he'd had those dreams, over and over, of trying to get into
Tara's pants. In his dream he wasn't being very nice about it,
which embarrassed him when he woke up. The dream kept happening
over and over. Then it was interspersed with dreams of Melanie.
Over and over, he was trying to get at them, trying to, well,
fuck them. That was the right word. His sleep was rotten because
he kept waking up dreaming of groping and poking. The girls
pushed him away, and he could see they were pissed in the dream,
but a few minutes later he woke up again, with another fresh
memory of trying to get one or the other into a position where he
could fuck her. He jerked off -- three times in one night, once
-- but it didn't help. His dream horniness was as strong as ever.

And then he dreamed that Melanie had let him. Like an animal he'd
mounted her, shoved it in, and come in his dream. And then he'd
felt satisfied when he woke up. Smiling dreamily, he'd checked
his underpants. He was hard, but there was no sticky mess. And
then he'd fallen asleep and hadn't woken until morning, feeling
more rested than he had in ages. But he'd dreamed of trying to
mate with her the next night, and once more she let him.

He still dreamed of Tara too, and she kept pushing him away. But
then she'd let him too, and he'd find himself having two or three
very nice dreams every night. Usually he'd fuck Melanie once,
then Tara, and then towards morning wake up to fuck Melanie
again. And in his dream it felt fantastic -- it felt like he
really had worked his cock deep in their pussies, and then that
incredible release and fulfillment as he came up inside her. And
that was of course a boy's ultimate dream. Masturbation felt
nice, but it was scoring with a girl that really gripped a boy's
imagination.

He didn't understand why he never dreamed about Emily. Emily was
shy and quiet and smart. And she was beautiful to him, though he
realized other boys probably didn't think of her that way. He'd
been daydreaming about her for years. They used to be just sweet
and tender thoughts. But lately -- even before all the stuff with
Melanie and Tara started happening -- they were more urgent,
about kissing her and making out with her, and then she'd melt
and tell him how much she wanted it, and after making sure it was
really, truly what she wanted, he'd grab his cock and imagine
burrowing into her pussy, bringing them both to a rousing orgasm.
That was a waking fantasy he had in bed at night, and it was his
real cock, in real life, shooting a real goopy mess.

Since he'd had the dreams of Tara and Melanie, he had a much more
satisfying sense of what it would feel like to be driving into a
pussy. He hoped it would feel like that when he did it for real
some day! Those dream memories carried over into his waking
masturbation. He found some hand lotion to use as lube, and the
wet feel was much more satisfying.

But however much he thought of Emily in real life, however much
he imagined shoving his cock into her pussy as he stroked his own
real cock when he was awake, she never showed up in his dreams.

All that happened with Tara and Melanie seemed strange in a way,
but he figured it was just hormones making him imagine strange
things.

But there had been strange things from the beginning. The way
Tara had glared at him one morning after he had dreamed a dozen
times of trying to get at her between the legs. And then Walter
had mentioned his dream about Leslie -- who had snapped at him.
It seemed like a strong reaction to Walter's simple, inane
comment. But the real proof had been that letter he'd gotten
asking him to dream of being a better lover to Melanie. Where the
hell had that come from? It implied that Melanie knew he was
dreaming of her, and knew he was coming in his dream. She could
have discussed it with anyone, of course. But she and Tara were
good friends, and he was dreaming about banging both of them.
Were they both aware of it? Tara had glared at him, and it seemed
likely Leslie was aware of Walter.

He was intensely curious as to why this was happening. He
couldn't find anything about it on the web anywhere. At the very
least it looked like there was telepathy going on in his dream.

As soon as Tara glared at him that day, he'd gotten embarrassed,
because he was being an incredibly boorish asshole in his dream.
He was pawing and groping and while he accepted the girl's 'no'
at the moment, he kept going back again and again in later
dreams. He'd certainly never treat a girl like that for real! He
had fervently hoped he wouldn't dream about Tara that way any
more, and determined not to. It didn't help; those dreams of
pawing, groping and clutching kept happening. Yet after he got
the note about Melanie,
he'd excitedly looked up how to be a good lover. And those
techniques had worked their way into his dreams. That was a funny
thing -- he couldn't make the dreams stop, but he could at least
in some respects change how the experience went.

Then, of course, in his dreams Melanie had let him do it, and
then Tara too, and it had felt fantastic. If there really was a
connection -- if it was somehow the real girl he was meeting in
his dream, then it was thrilling. The idea that a cool girl like
Tara could dream of giving way to his rude, unfettered sexual
desire was so exciting! And it was even more surprising with
Melanie, because Melanie was a sort of goddess, gorgeous and
popular but also kind and self-assured. You just knew she'd never
give in to peer pressure. And he thought she'd never give in to a
boy groping and pawing and trying to mate with her with all the
subtlety of a dog humping someone's leg -- not even in her
dreams.

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Cyrus was astonished when Melanie asked if he could come over to
help her study math. He was constantly on the alert for practical
jokes. He had some bitter memories of the other boys making him
look like an ass. But help with homework was a simple and easily
defensible activity. And while in his heart Emily was his true
love, his dreams of screwing the goddess Melanie night after
night had its effect on him.

She led him up to her bedroom.

"So," he said, "was it the recent stuff on polynomials you were
having trouble with?"

"Yeah, I'm not quite getting it."

So Cyrus sat at the girl's desk and they took turns "driving" at
the computer, and now and then turned to writing on a pad of
paper.

He thought she was sitting kind of close to him, but maybe not.
Just because she was a goddess whose very presence took his
breath away didn't mean she meant it that way.

After half an hour, she said, "My brain's getting kind of tired,"
and sat back in her chair beside him.

Cyrus thought she had been doing very well, on the whole. She
seemed to pick up the concepts just fine -- in fact, he had the
sense that she already knew them. He wondered if help with
homework was a convenient excuse to get him to come to her house,
but quickly dismissed the idea.

"Do you ever remember your dreams, Cyrus?"

His heart pounded. Uh-oh. "Um, sometimes, yeah," he said, his
voice sounding to him like it was coming from far away.

"I dream about you sometimes," she said.

"Oh, huh," he managed. His face felt hot. Although part of him
thought it was impossible, another part felt pretty sure she was
dreaming of him fucking her, over and over again, night after
night.

Melanie giggled in a friendly way. "It's OK, they're just
dreams," she said softly, and leaned her head against his
shoulder.

The goddess was touching him! "Um, yeah, I guess when you dream
it is a dream," he said, realizing that was totally inane. He
could feel himself burning with embarrassment. This couldn't
really be happening unless it was a setup for a joke, right? He
could just imagine holding her hand, or moving in for a kiss --
the thought made him faint -- and have her say, "Sucker!" as she
pulled away and laughed harshly. And he didn't want to be untrue
to Emily -- although she had no idea he had pledged his love to
her. He couldn't help his dreams, but in real life -- that was a
different matter.

He rose from the chair. "Maybe we should get back to studying
math another time," he said, unable to look her in the eye.

After a brief pause, she said, "Well, OK."

"Hope it was helpful, but you seem to know it pretty well."

"Oh, I don't know. It comes and goes, and I feel more confident
now."

"Bye."

"Bye."

And with that he was out the door, burning in shame and
embarrassment, totally confused about just what had happened or
why. Did Melanie want to be his girlfriend? No one would believe
that, and he would be teased mercilessly if the other boys ever
found out he had pretensions along those lines. His next thought
made sense but he couldn't quite take in the emotional
consequences: Did she want to do in real life what they were
doing in their dreams? His cock got very hard.

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"You seem like something's wrong," asked Tara.

"Do I?" Melanie replied.

"Yeah, like something's bugging you."

"Oh, it's nothing really. Or maybe it's PMS."

"How's your sex life?"

Melanie glanced at Tara quickly.

"How's yours?"

"It's still Cyrus at least once a night. You still have Cyrus and
Mr. White and Walter?"

"Yeah, I still do," said Melanie, who seemed to relax a little.

"Say, have you heard of a vibrator?"

"Um, I guess. That's like a sex toy?"

"Yeah. And I heard they're good for women who can't have
orgasms."

"So?"

"Well, you're still frustrated, right?"

"Oh, that. Yeah, but how would I ever get a vibrator? And what if
my parents ever found out?"

"If I could get you one, would you try it?"

"How would you get one?"

"I'm not sure, but I have an idea. And you must have a secret
place your parents would never look. Would you?"

"I guess."

Tara's cousin Gina was a senior in high school and casually told
Tara about her sex life. She'd mentioned vibrators. And sure
enough, when Tara said she had a friend who maybe could use one,
Gina managed to get one for her.

Melanie felt kind of dirty and naughty as she turned it on for
the first time. You put it -- down there? She was ashamed at
first at the intensity of the waves of pleasure.

But by holding it in just the right spot, the waves of pleasure
built, stronger and stronger, and then -- wow, just like that,
she felt that release, those pulses of pleasure and the sense
that she was satisfied. She found herself using it just about
every night.

In her dreams, as Mr. White and Walter and Cyrus fucked her, she
still felt that excitement, that desire for more -- for
fulfillment. In her dreams, it never came. Feeling satisfied in
real life was great, but the incompleteness of her dream sex
still left her feeling unsatisfied.

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