A dream of Heather!

Interlude 1

He had no idea what time it was when he once again opened his eyes. Someone was in the bed with him, and for a moment it didn’t seem strange, but rather comforting. But then he remembered what he’d done with the app.

He gasped and started to sit up, but was pressed down with firm hands, one on his chest, the other covering his mouth. He recognized Heather’s blonde hair in the darkness, almost like it was emitting its own dim light.

“Don’t talk.” She whispered hoarsely. “Don’t want to wake anyone up.”

He glanced toward the privacy screen, on the other side of which slept his sister. When he looked back at Heather she was letting her hair down from the odd bun she’d had it in earlier, and the golden strands fell around her face as she shook it out, smiling at him. The tips brushed along the skin of his torso, tantalizing him, and making him very aware of the arousal growing in his shorts, which he was certain she would feel if she moved over him just a little more than she was right then.

“Why?” He gasp-whispered when she finally removed her hand.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She answered, her voice husky. “About this!” She emphasized her point by cupping his manhood through his shorts and the sheet that still covered his lower half.

He moaned, but then bit off the sound when her hand flew to his mouth once more. “Quiet!” She said, so softly he only understood it by more or less reading her lips. He nodded, and she removed her hand again.

He felt a surge of guilt, realizing she must be doing this because of what he’d done to her profile on the app, but he couldn’t voice any objection as her hand shifted, her fingers exploring, feeling the contours of his length through the intervening material. He would undo it later, and maybe someday she could bring herself to forgive him.

A tap on his stomach brought his attention back to his roommate and he realized she’d been asking him a question, “Can I take it out?” She repeated, ever so softly.

With a gulp to wet his suddenly dry mouth, he managed to whisper, “Yes, please!”

She grinned, eagerly, and pulled his sheet down and off his legs with one hand, eyeing the bulge in his boxers for a long moment while licking her lips in anticipation. Then, very carefully, she lifted the waistband, and tugged it down. His erection sprang forth, nearly as hard as it had ever been, and slapped his stomach just below his navel, leaving a small wet mark against his skin.

Heather, meanwhile, had rearranged herself to lay next to him, her cheek against his side, and her breath ghosting over his length. He felt more than heard her soft moan as she tentatively touched him, lifting him between two fingers, before tapping his crown against her tongue. He gripped the sheets and fought a moan. He wasn’t sure what was the bigger turn on; the feel of her warm tongue and hot breath, or the sight of her worshipping him.

“Please!” He managed to gasp out, pleading with his eyes as she turned her gaze up to meet his, then grinned mischievously.

“You’ve been naughty. Think of this as your punishment.” She told him quietly, before poking her tongue out and flicking it against his glans.

“I didn’t…!”

He must have started to raise his voice, for she moved up with surprising speed and covered his mouth, bringing her eyes within inches of his. “Quiet!” She hissed then bit his earlobe lightly. It was at once painful, and also arousing, and he felt himself harden just that little bit more.

He nodded against her palm, and after a moment she looked like she believed him, taking her hand away, but before he could think of anything else to say, she was kissing him, while the hand that had been warmed and moistened by his mouth moved down to grasp his raging erection. Thankfully her lips stifled his gasp, and she took that moment as an opportunity to push into his mouth with her tongue.

Jason arched his hips upward, as Heather smeared his precum all around the head of his cock, but then her hand withdrew, and he couldn’t help but whimper, but remembered to keep it quiet. But then Heather pried one of his hands from the bedsheets, and brought it to her chest. He didn’t know when she’d removed her shirt, but he delighted in the feel of his fingers sinking into her ample softness, eliciting another moan from her that he heard only because her breath was going straight into his mouth. “I’m going to ride you!” She breathed, breaking the kiss briefly. “You’d better come inside me!” She added before kissing him again. Then, putting words to action, she swung her right leg over his hips, straddling him, and sat up, panting heavily, but as quietly as she could manage. His eyes trailed down her gorgeous naked torso, his hand still cupping one enormous tit, to where her fingers were spreading her cunt, her juices dripping down onto his proudly standing erection.

Then, as he watched, her hips began to lower as she spread her knees out, inch by inch, until the head of his cock was parting her folds then penetrating her then disappearing inside her. As if sensing his control slipping, Heather released her hold on herself and fell forwards, her lips crashing into his even as her hips sunk down the rest of the way, until her shaved pussy ground into his pubic bone. The groan she purred into his mouth was not as quiet as the last few.

She began rocking her hips in earnest, with him hunching upwards to meet each movement, feeling his cock grinding against her, shifting back and forth, but not really coming out of her a significant distance each time. Then suddenly, she sat up again, her hands on his chest, his still kneading hers, and she tossed her hair as she began to bounce on his cock, causing her tits to bounce in his hands. “Come inside me!” She breathed, almost too quietly for him to hear. “Jason!” She mouthed his name, tossing her head back and arching her neck. “Oh god, JASON!”