Oh! Right! You make out!

"...Shelley?" you ask, slowly. "Why... why are we here?"

"Because it's beautiful, it's romantic, and it's an ideal backdrop for half-closing your eyes and enjoying the warm, down home goodness of me sucking your dick." Shelley grinned. "Speaking of which..."

"Wait a second!" you shout. "Shelley -- we're... someone will see us!"

"Will they? Who? Have a look around and point them out to me if you wouldn't mind!"

You look. To your surprise, Shelley's is the only car in the parking lot up here. "What the..."

Shelley giggled. "We're still months away from tourist season," she said, her hand moving over your crotch again even as she leaned closer. "Right now you have picnickers with small children who show up between 11 and 2, married couples who show up for sunset, and horny teenagers who show up when it's dark enough that the married couples go away."

"How..." Despite yourself, you moaned as her fingers did their magic... not minding as she undoes your pants and unzips you. "How do you know that?"

"I used to be one of those horny teenagers," she giggled. "Still am, very technically, at least for another five weeks. Five weeks to twenty, and you were... what, eighteen two weeks ago? God, I lose track of what day it is." She kissed your neck, and then down your chest. "I had afternoon study my senior year, and I was on the honor roll and between that and senior priv no one cared if I slipped out at two. I learned the really good time to..." she giggled again, freeing your cock from your underwear and smiling as it stood up for her. "...enjoy the view."

You shivered as you felt her breath on the head of your cock, her fingers moving up and down the shaft before she began to apply gentle suction and pausing to lick and tease. God she was good at this. You tried to imagine her in high school, slipping up here with... who was it she used to go with? You didn't even remember. Some guy...

Her head bobbed once, twice, and then went back to focusing on the tip of your penis, her fingers sliding down to cup your balls. They probably thought she was a cock tease, but if it was anything like this they didn't think that by the time they left. Your eyes closed as you enjoyed the heavenly feeling of her mouth. She was getting into it now, enjoying what she was doing as much as you were. You heard a 'thwpping' sound and your eyes opened just slightly. You saw her other hand was between her own legs -- she'd been wearing that white cotton pleated mini, and now you could see that's all she was wearing below her waist, letting her jill herself with her left hand while she used her right to support her ongoing siege against your dick.

You slid your hand over her back, scratching through her shirt. God, what had it been like for her -- actually popular in school. Though you were realizing over the past few days that you weren't the social pariah you thought you were. You were quiet and fell under the radar... a nobody, maybe. But you weren't picked on by the jocks. Really, you hadn't been part of any of the cliques in school -- not band or chorus, not chess club. Your old D&D group had broken up sometime in Middle School... you tried to remember if anyone had come over on your birthday a couple of weeks back--

Your wandering mind focused then as the warm pleasure you were feeling spiked, Shelley's blow job speeding up. She was applying more suction now, and her right hand had gone back to jacking the base of your dick. You felt the now familiar tingling as she coaxed your balls to tighten and release their fluid, felt the almost electric flow of pleasure from your cock through your pelvis--

"I'm c-coming," you managed to say before your hips spasmed upwards, fucking Shelley's face. Shelley shifted and moved in time, letting your movements add to the stimulation until you couldn't hold it back... your climax shivered and boiled through and out of you, coming into her mouth in spurts, the pleasure hitting you like a wave....

That plus your earlier fatigue made you shiver, leaning back -- when had you reclined the seat? Oh, right. Shelley had a power seat control on the driver's side... another spurt shaking out of you as you shivered and the orgasm blended into that spike of tired that hit you after climax sometim--

Your eyes opened. You were back in the hallway. The 'maintenance' lights were still on. The other John was down the hall, using a floor buffer as part of his janitorial work. He hadn't noticed you yet.

Your questions flooded back into your mind... John's explanations didn't make sense. Even his description of himself as your id, severed from you somehow... did that... you still had an id when you were awake, right? You still had a libido -- Jesus, did you ever. You still had...

You moved down the hallway, away from where he was working. Looking around, you saw a door. You slipped inside. Someone napping, maybe?

Yeah. Yeah it was. In fact, you recognized her -- it was that brown haired girl. The one you'd walked in on in the shower on your second night working in people's dreams. You were back in her house. Same house, near as you could tell... this time she wasn't just wearing a towel -- she was in a nice shirt and jeans. She really was pretty, and she really did look familiar... who was...

She looked up, and annoyance crossed her face. "You really should knock," she said. "I've half a mind to get a lock for that door!"

"Sorry," you said, raising your hands. "I just... I just need someplace to think for a couple of minutes, without..." you realized you had no way to explain why you needed to go into her house -- her dream -- to 'think.'

But the brunette didn't seem to need a reason. "Fine," she said, getting up. "I'll go make tea." She paused. "Where are you from, again?"

You told her -- it actually came out as kind of garbled, like a word but not really. Not your actual town, but...

She nodded. "That's... Pacific time zone? Are you napping?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Never mind. Not my business. I'll get the tea. And no subliminals! I'm a lot more aware today." She headed into her kitchen.

You blinked again. Wait. A lot more 'aware?' Aware of... 'what?'

As has been mentioned before... you are not a smart man. But still, put two and two in front of you and it could come up four sooner or later...

"...holy shit!" You shouted. "Are you -- do you know you're dreaming?"

"Don't swear in my house," she said, primly, wheeling out an old fashioned tea service. "And of course I do. I'm fully lucid tonight." She paused. "Wait. You must know that. I mean..."

"Know... how would I know that?"

"...wait. How are you good enough to get into my house without knocking... twice... but not recognize another psychotopologist when you see her?" She looked you up and down. "Because that's just weird."

Your mouth fell open almost comically, staring at the girl.

She frowned. "Something weird's going on. Hang on." She walked over to a grandfather clock, which she opened. She pulled on a heavy looking counterweight, and the second hand began to tick more slowly. "There. Don't want you to suddenly have to wake up while we talk, and if this is a nap--"

"...did... you just... change time?"

"...well, duh. You're in my dream. Haven't you ever had a dream where a week seemed to go by even though you were just asleep overnight? Temporal perception's 101 stuff." She cocked her head. "Who are you?"

Who were you? Who was she?