No… at least she doesn’t think so…

Stephie had a strange dream that night. She was in Mr. Rogerson’s bed still, but the room was hazy. She felt hands on her body, one gently teasing her nipple with a single finger making small, almost lazy circles around the most sensitive part of her breast and one snaking down her stomach to rest between her legs. She rolled onto her back and her legs spread open a little, giving the dream Mr. Rogerson more access.

He soon found her clit, teasing it with the same small, lazy circles that he continued to make on her nipple. She shivered with pleasure. This felt way better than anything she’d ever done for herself. Mr. Rogerson began to rub her clit, making long motions up and down her slit, teasing her entrance as well. It wasn’t long before he slid a finger inside her. It felt so real Stephie could almost swear she was awake. He curled his finger against her g spot, sending another shiver of pleasure through her body.

He stayed like this, his arms wrapped around her and teasing her for a long time. In her dreamstate she couldn’t tell exactly how long it had been. But she knew she felt good. Just as she was reaching her peak, the finger inside her slipped out and the hand teasing her nipple withdrew. She let out a soft moan, wanting them back, but sleep was too heavy in her body for her to do anything about it. She thought she heard a soft chuckle, but she couldn’t be sure. She couldn’t really be sure of anything.

When she woke up, she was wet between her legs. Obviously she’d had a physical response to her dream. Mr. Rogerson laid sprawled out next to her. She was, for a moment, disgusted with herself for having a wet dream about this man who was apparently going to be taking advantage of her for the foreseeable future. He began to stir, looking over at the eighteen year old that was functionally his property with the same joyfully predatory glint in his eye she’d seen yesterday.

“Good morning my dear.”

“Good morning Mr. Rogerson.” Her voice was small and a little halting. The words felt odd in her mouth.

“I’m looking forward to today, Stephie. We’ll properly begin.”