Awaken

"Mm...? Mm, what— ...what kind of dream was that?" I said while opening my eyes up, only to not experience that typical feel of lethargy upon awaking. My eyes were fully open, not semi-open or a quarter of the way open, but completely open and comfortably taking in the warm lighting that illuminated the would-be dark room. I propped my body up at an angle on my elbow and looked out the window. It was nighttime and the many lights outside were on. I could see headlights passing by and could only wonder to myself how long I slept. I looked to my right and saw that Andrea was sat up in bed with her back against the headboard as she was reading a book with a pair of glasses on to most likely aid in that activity. Conveniently enough, she didn't have the covers over her and she was still in her bra and panties. More concerned with how long I was out as opposed to the female form, I threw the covers off me and crawled over to Andrea's side where I would go over her body in an attempt to look at the alarm clock by her. I don't know if it was either because I couldn't believe it or because the lamp's light was making it hard to see the clock's digits, but I just could not tell what time it was. I moved closer to the nightstand and picked the clock up, and with no glare on its display, could see that it was 11:27 at night.

"What? E— eleven?" I say in disbelief with a face of utter confusion. "That was a good few hours I rested for, how come I don't feel like shit like I usually do after taking a nap?" I drop the clock down, breaking the silence in the room, "Better yet, what was that... dream about? Was it even a dream? It was all too vivid in an auditory sense. Someone was like... talking. Talking to me. To me? No, no... someone was talking to someone... about me. Yeah... yeah that seems like the case. They were like... powering me up or some shit? Wait, why am I even believing in this dream? I'm probably just trippin'. Heh. All the sex n shit I've been getting myself into is fin— huh? Thir— thir—... 38G? Why did that just immediately pop into my head?"

It was bizarre. As I was thinking out loud, this number and letter just came into my head as I pulled back from my quadruped-like position up into a position where I was sitting on my knees. There was no link, no reason as to why this just spawned in my mind. I was literally just talking to myself about that strange dream, and this combining of a letter and a number that reminds me all too much of a bra— oh... shit...

"What the fuck was it that I heard?" I try recalling something that was in my dream. I remember something about being able to know what a female's breast size is, so long as I touch the skin of them— "Wait..." my thinking makes me realize something. I look at Andrea's chest: her huge, natural chest that's being supported by the mundane white bra she has on. "That dream was the real fucking deal wasn't it?" I suspend my disbelief. Andrea's boobs were huge, the biggest I've seen all-day, so big that I would have very little confidence with guessing her size. If what I experienced during my sleep was true and not me just losing it, then probably when I was raising up from looking at the clock, I made contact with Andrea's bosom, because why else would "38G" just come into my conscience?

"Y'know what? Instead of just me speculating, let me actually find out." I push Andrea's back off from the headboard so that I can get access to her bra's clasp. Pinching the clasp, I put up by far the most struggle today with undoing a bra clasp as I have not had to deal with a female who is this stacked. I get done with the last hook and the two pieces of fabric that go across her back shoot away from each other from the amount of tension there was when they were still connected. While bringing one of her bra straps down her arms, I see the tag that's on it and bring it up closer to my eyes for inspection. "No way, she's actually a fucking 38G."

Excited by the marvel of that pseudo-dream, I hurriedly get her bra off her. "Oh my— what the fuck?!" I say as I am awestruck with seeing such an enormous pair of breasts right in front of me. They were absolutely grand in both mass and appeal with how they were a bit fuller at the bottom than at the top and thus gave them a heavy look that could just be felt by looking at them, how her boobs had faint signs of veins, and also just how damn big her light brown areolas were, being like... double the size of pepperonis and circling around her nipples that looked small in comparison to the rest of what she had going on with her mammaries.

My mind was static at this point from how enamored I was by Andrea's chestiness, the thing to make me snap out of leering at her was my raging erection which wasn't hurting at all no more! "Wait, I also remember something about... about... *snaps fingers repeatedly* fuck, what was it? Oh, yeah! Vir— virility and um... refractory period! Does that mean I can now like... fuck forever?" I look at Andrea's blissfully ignorant face and then down at her G-cups, "Only one way to find out."