Continue to break Ellie

When I returned home I was disappointed to see Shelly not here. Well, she had her own classes to attend. So I studied, did a few assignments and some chores. Mom and dad were soon home, and Shelly too. She nudged my knee with hers under the table when we were having dinner, and I returned the favor by kicking her foot, and we were both a little giggly while mom and dad talked away about their day.

Soon it's time for bed. As I slide in under the covers, I wonder what is going on in Shelly's room. Is she anticipating another dream with me?

If she is, well, too bad. I'm still curious about Ellie. About how she acted earlier today, how she was going to strip me even though I had removed her bullies. I had nudged her to be just a little hornier when she was first considering it, I'll have to admit, but that was just a small touch.

I wonder what she thinks of it now. She had probably just dismissed it as an unexpected dream. From what I know, she really isn't the kind of person to mind about sex - it just didn't enter her mind much. She preached about love and made sad songs about it. She wasn't an ultra-modest catholic, but she might as well be.

This afternoon, she had been wearing comfortable baggy shirts and baggy pants, which she always wore, despite her petite frame. Man, I really wanted to just strip her naked and watch her whimper and run in embarrassment, but that'll spoil everything I've been setting up.

Everything is in place. I fall asleep.

-- Ellie's POV --

I've never expected John to have such a beautiful body underneath his clothes. I want to see him naked! Ha-ha. But oh well, it's just dream, and I'm grateful to have such a fun experience.

I wrote some sad poems and used my phone till night when I reached my dorm. I really should be working on my group project, but I'm feeling a little sad so it can wait till tomorrow.

I fall asleep.

I'm at the park, one of my favorite places to be. There's a lake, and the ducks are hungry and I have bread, and there aren't many people around, and it's evening so the sky is orange. It's lovely. I'm wearing my yellow sundress I haven't seen in years. It's a little too short now, so I try to pull it down far enough so people won't see my panties peeking out but it's just too short. Well, at least this is a dream.

But it feels so real! I'm still a bit embarrassed, even though nobody is close enough to see. My body feels so warm too. I feel like I want to play with myself here. Can I? I make sure nobody is looking, and put my hands under my dress and touch myself there, just for a quick moment. He-he, I'm naughty.

But the sun is setting and it's beautiful, and the ducks are cute. I toss another bread crumb to them. Suddenly the ducks flee and quack their way to the pond.

"Hey! Come back duckies!" I say, even though I know I'm talking to ducks.

"Ellie!" a voice says, making me jolt. I look around, but there's nobody. Just a pair of... flying handcuffs?

"Oi! Ssh! Ssh! Ellie, it's me, John! Don't scream!" he whispers, but I've already screamed a bit. I hope nobody heard it.

"John?"

"Yes, shh! I'm invisible. Act like you're not talking to anyone."

"Okay? But... how..."

"Sit down, on the bench. I'll explain."

We sat. The handcuffs floated a bit above the bench.

I heard him sigh. "I know it was you, Ellie. Earlier at school. You pulled my towel off and left me naked there."

I did? "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I say. That was the most selfish thing I had ever done.

"Then you just left me there! I just thought you would be more considerate, you know."

I'm crying again. This is all my fault. "I'm really sorry I understand if you hate me now but I didn't know what I was doing it was so evil of me I'm really sorry-"

"And do you know what happened when the bell rang?"

I gulped.

I'm suddenly in a dark room, sitting on a chair. I can't move, my arms are tied to the chair and I think my legs are too. I can't even move my head, so I'm **** to stare in just one direction. There's a small window, and I realize it's to the girl's locker room. There are a few girls, cheerleaders still wearing their uniforms, and John! He's on the floor. The rope's hoisting him up has been cut. He's on the floor, back against the lockers and still blindfolded, and he's naked. But I can't see it all, the window is just so narrow, if I could just raise my head a little - but I can't! My head is tied in place! From the way he is sitting I can only agonizingly see his upper body and his knees!

The cheerleaders crowd around him. Two of them sit on his legs and his knees disappear from view. Oh, she's tying her hair, and her head sinks out of view. I can see her ass hoisted up in the air, and from the bobbing I know she's giving him a blowjob. But I can't see anything important! John gasps.

Another girl is stripping, she takes off her cheer shorts and panties, and pulls her breasts out of her top, and sits on where his dick is, and I can only see her breasts bouncing as she rides him. She's got a smug face and she seems to be enjoying using John for herself so much!

Those girls shouldn't be doing that! I'm gripping the chair hard with my fingers it hurts. Before I can take it back, I realize what I'm thinking. That should be me! That should be me!

When I'm back on the bench, I realize he's just been telling me the story. But my panties are already wet. I close my legs more and hope he doesn't notice. But do I need to?

"And so, after they left, I realized I could turn invisible, for some reason. But I can't get home, I need a student card for the bus, and I knew you would be here so I came to you. Can you help me?"

"So... are you n" I say, but catch myself. Of course he's naked right now! I catch myself staring at his... at his crotch, just behind the handcuffs. "I mean, do you forgive me?"

He's silent for a moment. "No, what you did was really selfish," he says, and I feel a knife stabbing my chest.

"Oh..." I said. I felt tears well up in my eyes again. "So... are we still friends?"

"Not really."

He's so harsh! I think I started to cry but I also felt very free now. Freer than ever before. This is a dream, after all, right? "And you need my help?" I say. I'm shocked at my voice. It's stronger than before, much stronger.

"Yeah," he says. "I really have nobody else."