Meeting the Girlfriend

After getting a few more bits of paperwork done—can’t escape bureaucracy even in our dreams now, apparently—Abigail took me to where my girlfriend was staying. The moment of truth was coming at last; I was going to meet this mysterious dream lover.

The walk with Abigail was fun, especially the long elevator ride which she took advantage of to plant a few more kisses on my lips, face, and chest. Then she led me out of the building and outside. Judging by the sun’s position it seemed like it was getting late in the day, probably around six or seven o’clock, assuming it was summer right now.

It seemed I wasn’t the only celebrity around here, a few of the people we passed greeted Abigail as well, usually with tones just as flirtatious as the ones they used with me. Not only did the lavender-haired manager return the greetings, but she also gave as good as she got, blowing kisses and throwing winks like they were going out of style. She also introduced me to a few of the inhabitants that she recognized along the way; she was quite the gracious hostess.

“So, uh, you’re Vivian’s stepmom?” I said just to break the awkward silence as we walked along the road to another multistory building in the distance.

“That’s right, love, couldn’t be prouder of her, in fact,” she turned and winked at me, “and not just because she managed to get you as a lover.”

I smiled and blushed a little, “I see, does her dad live on this island too?” I mostly asked this for conversation’s sake, Red already told me there weren’t any masculine guys here so unless he was a femboy he wouldn’t be either.

“Oh, hell no,” Abigail replied with surprising vitriol, “I wouldn’t let that knobhead within a hundred miles of this resort.”

“Oh,” I blinked, “you two are divorced then?”

She paused but then laughed in her charming way, “Oh, I get why you’re confused. I’m not Vivian’s stepmom because I married her father; I’m married to her mother.”

Oh.

“And her mother does live on this island. We live together in a cottage on the outskirts of town,” she then sighed in an almost melodramatic manner. “She is such a wonderful woman; I feel so lucky to have such a gorgeous family.”

I had to stop myself from asking what Vivian was like. That would be a really weird question to ask given that, of anyone here, I should know her the best. That only served to make me anticipate her introduction even more, though. She was so shrouded in mystery for me.

I tried to imagine what she might be like. If this was a dream that meant my subconscious was in control of everyone here including the features and traits of my girlfriend, so it wasn’t an entirely pointless exercise. Depending on how long her mom and stepmom were together, a lot of latter’s personality could have rubbed off on Vivian, and if that was the case it would be pretty great. Abigail wasn’t just sexy, she was very forward, very much the kind of woman I liked. But it would also be nice if Vivian was the shy, quiet type. While being extraverted and horny was a turn-on for me, I admit I would likely have a more stable relationship with someone who was more of an introvert like me.

Ultimately, I couldn’t settle on any one personality type I would prefer, and the indecision only got worse when I tried to think of body type or style. The only thing I learned from this thought experiment was that I really wasn’t all that picky when it came to women. But luckily, I didn’t have to spend much more time agonizing over it because we had arrived at our destination. It looked like a three-story apartment building, and now that I looked around, I realized we were actually inside a whole complex complete with parks and a pool.

“Oh, she has her own apartment here?” I asked.

“It’s less of an apartment and more of a dormitory,” Abigail said as we ascended the stairs to the main entrance. “I offered her a suite like the one you would have stayed in, but she is friends with some of the people here and wanted to be closer to them.”

We entered the building, and I realized it really was more like a dorm than an apartment building. The lobby we entered a big common area with some couches and tables, vending machines nestled in one corner, and a kitchen area connected directly to it. There was only one person in the common area, a cute-looking girl with shaved temples and a neon-blue streak in her otherwise raven-black hair pulled into a short ponytail.

She was looking at her phone, but when she looked up and saw us, her face lit up almost immediately and she exclaimed, “Holy shit! You’re really here!”

She was really cute in a punky goth sort of way, and she had a really nice figure on top of that. A few loose strands of black hair hung over her icy blue eyes which were framed by a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses. Her make-up was dark and thick around the eyes, and she wore a metallic black color on her full and luscious lips.

The punk part of the goth in her look was mostly apparent thanks to several face piercings, including a ring on the right side of her lower lip, two barbells on her left eyebrow, and quite a few on each of her ears. She also had a couple of tattoos on her shoulders and chest, which I was privy to thanks to the black spaghetti-strap she was wearing.

Yep, it was pretty obvious in retrospect that the literal girlfriend of my dreams would be a big-tiddy goth girl. I was frankly surprised the possibility hadn’t occurred to me sooner.

“Special delivery just for you, Vivi,” Abigail said and chuckled. “Careful, though, I might have half a mind to steal him from you.”

“Oh, hell no,” The girl giggled and stood up, rushing over to me almost at once. Once she arrived she smiled shyly, “H-hey there, Wyatt.”

“Hi,” I replied, just as awkwardly. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen her somewhere before, but I was struggling to figure out where. Perhaps her appearance was based off someone I’d seen in real life before. Whatever the case may have been, she was really cute.

Vivian’s eyes narrowed a moment, then she turned an incredulous look at her stepmother, “Abby! Did you make out with him!? He’s already covered in your lipstick!”

The lavender-haired beauty giggled, “Can you blame me? I mean look at him, he’s just so cute!”

I fidgeted nervously and just a bit ashamedly, absentmindedly wiping at my face and discovering some purple smudges on my fingers. It was a two-way street, after all, it wasn’t all Abigail’s fault, I certainly didn’t do anything to dissuade her. However, Vivian’s anger was solely aimed at her stepmother, not even a hint of vitriol had been directed against me. Also, she didn’t sound as angry as I thought she would be, instead being closer to surprise or exasperation.

“I know he is,” Vivian responded, making me very happy, “but he’s my boyfriend. I should have first dibs!” There it was again; the implication, this time directly from my girlfriend, that she didn’t mind that I had made out with her stepmom, it was just the order of things she was upset by. My curiosity on the matter was growing exponentially.

“Well, he’s here now, and I didn’t do anything but kiss him, so you’ll get first dibs on everything else,” Abigial said. Apparently, the part where my hand went spelunking into her sweaty cleavage to get my VIP badge didn’t count, or she was purposefully not bringing that up. “Just hurry up and kiss him already!”

Vivian blushed and gave me an inquiring look.

I smiled invitingly and even opened my arms slightly.

Apparently, all Vivian had been waiting for was a gentle nudge in my direction because she immediately slammed into me and planted her lips into mine, slipping her tongue into my mouth without any further warning. Her kiss was heated, passionate, and almost ****. It really did feel like the kind of kiss I would expect a girl to give a boyfriend she hadn’t seen in a while, which seemed to be this dream’s canon. I wanted to play the part, so I leaned in, embraced her, and tried to make it feel mutual. It didn’t hurt that I’d already fallen pretty hard for this girl’s looks alone.

“Oh, you two are such a cute couple,” Abigail practically squealed and approached, placing her hands on each of our shoulders and gently rubbed them, biting her lower lip.

“Ugh,” Vivian pried her lips away from mine to respond, “shut up, Abby, you’re ruining the moment.” Then she vigorously shoved her tongue back into my mouth and began swirling it with mine. God her lips were so soft, and she was really good at kissing. The piercing on her lower lip also added to the uniqueness of the experience, I couldn’t help but focus on it with my own lips and tongue. If the immense softness of her breasts against my chest hadn’t been enough to rouse me to complete stiffness, then the kiss definitely had me at full mast.

There was a sudden buzzing sound. Vivian and I stopped our kiss to peer over at Abigail curiously, as the sound seemed to be coming from her boobs. She fished a cellphone out from her cleavage, took a brief look at it, and then slipped it back into her top, “Your mother wants to meet me for an early dinner and maybe some drinks later.”

“You’re leaving then?” Vivian asked.

Abigail nodded, “Give me a kiss goodbye, Vivi.”

Vivian separated from me and didn’t hesitate to give her own stepmother a similar oral treatment as she had just given me. I watched as my girlfriend’s black and Abigail’s purple lipsticks mingled together, occasionally being separated by the pinkish-red of their tongues. I was stunned. Never before had I seen such a blatant display of quasi-incestuous taboo mere inches from my face. Abigail even had her hands stuffed firmly inside the rear pockets of Vivian’s hotpants, directly on her shapely ass.

They finally parted lips, a string of saliva briefly connecting their mouths as a clear testament to what they just did. Abigail pulled her hands out of her stepdaughter’s pockets and brought them up to the lower hem of Vivian’s tank top. Gripping the fabric, she gave it a slight tug downward, causing the goth’s already prevalent cleavage-line to become even more pronounced as about an extra inch of her breasts became exposed.

Vivian blushed but did not protest this adjustment, she simply smiled shyly up at her stepmother and said, “Bye Abby, have fun with mommy.”

“Oh, I always do, kitten. Have fun with your hunk. I’d expect a visit from your mother tomorrow morning; she’ll definitely want to meet him, too.”

If Vivian’s other mother was anything like her daughter and wife, I was excited for the prospect.

Then, after giving me one last heated kiss on the lips, Abigail parted ways with us. I enjoyed watching her butt in its tight skirt wobble as she walked out the door.

Now I was alone with my new(?) girlfriend. She looked very shy again, her hands clasped in front of her causing her big, soft-looking breasts to get pressed together, emphasizing her Abigail-improved cleavage line. I also noticed a couple partial-circles of pink peeking out from her top and this did not help my boner in the least.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said a little awkwardly.

“I am too,” I said, smiling, and it wasn’t even me just playing along. If I could score a girl like this in the real world, I would literally never complain about anything else, ever.

There was silence as the two of us just stared at each other. Vivian bit her lower lip.

But then neither of us were able to hold back, as after only a few seconds we both moved forward at the same time and went right back to making out. This time she went even harder, practically moaning into the kiss and pushing herself against me. This lasted for what felt like a wonderful, satisfying lifetime before we stopped.

She giggled nervously, “Sorry, I can’t help myself, I just can’t believe you’re actually here—finally here.”

“Well of course I am,” I replied, “can’t keep me away from you.”

She blushed and said, “And I bet it doesn’t hurt that this island is full of nothing but cuties, huh? What a mean boyfriend, only coming to see his girl because she’s on an island of hotties.” Despite the jabbing finger she was wielding against my chest, there was no venom in this comment. She even chuckled and smiled afterward, further cementing the tease.

“Oh, for sure, you have no idea how many sexy ladies I was flirting with on the way here. Even felt up a few,” I said. Even though it was perfectly true, I said it in a silly tone just in case I was misreading her.

“Do you, um…” she began, blushing, “do you wanna feel up one more?”

I looked down, directly into the depths of her impressive cleavage and then at the pink areolas peeking out of the top of her shirt. Her breasts were probably F cups, if my surprisingly accurate sense for cup sizes could be trusted, and more importantly, they were very shapely and soft.

“If I ever say no to that question,” I began, leveling a serious gaze back to her eyes, “I want you to shoot me, I’ve been replaced.”

She laughed genuinely as I reached my hands up to her melons. When my palms touched down on the surface of her smooth skin I was transported to a land of true softness and delight. Of all the breasts I’d felt today, my favorite pair was—rather fittingly—my girlfriend’s. They had the absolute perfect ratio of softness, malleability, and elasticity, and the occasional stiffness of her nipples under the fabric of her top only added to the overall experience.

“Fuck, dude, you’re good with your hands,” she said, breathing a little heavier.

“A-am I?” I asked, genuinely surprised. I hadn’t been doing anything particularly special with them.

“Yeah, this feels really good. Mh, I don’t think I’ll ever say no to being groped by you, either.” After saying this, Vivian leaned in and gave me a couple gentle smooches, “You’d be really popular at the massage parlor we’ve got here, should hit it up sometime.”

“You’d be cool with me going there specifically to feel up other girls?” I might have brought up the fact that I have no idea how to perform a proper massage, but I was more focused on my growing suspicion that Vivian was extremely chill and not jealous at all. I decided I needed proper confirmation on that. One might think I was being overly cautious about that, but I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t much of a risk-taker. That was the main reason I’d been single for so long.

She reached up and grabbed one of my hands, leaving the other to continue its groping, and squeezed it in her own as she looked me right in the eyes, “I mean, yeah. I know it seemed like I was upset that my bonus-mom made out with you, but that really was just because she got to you before me. I’ve been waiting so long for you to get here.”

“Understandable.”

“Just like, don’t ignore me, you know?”

“Absolutely not,” for emphasis, I squeezed both her hand and her breast a little harder and she actually moaned, a sound that was as absolutely adorable as it was arousing. Music to my ears.

“But uh,” she continued, “that’s all as long as you don’t get upset if I go and do the same thing… no wait, that’s not fair.”

I blinked and returned both hands to their job of kneading her dough, “What? What do you mean? That’s totally fair.” I was ready to agree off-hand. Maybe if the island had any masculine male representation, besides me, I would have been a little hesitant to take the deal, but since the only such representation was femboys, I was totally down.

“No, you don’t understand,” she said but moaned cutely again as I squeezed a bit harder, “I’m um…” she leaned in close and whispered despite us being the only two here, “I’m kind of a cuckquean.”

Oh. She wasn’t just not jealous, she was into it. Now that I thought about it, that made a lot of sense from a dream perspective, though. Like, if the purpose of this dream was to present me with an island full of hotties to flirt with to my heart’s content, giving me a girlfriend who was jealous of me doing so would be extremely antithetical to that goal, wouldn’t it? Maybe I was overthinking it. No, I was definitely overthinking it, I frankly should just be enjoying myself. Dreams are too short to waste on pointless philosophizing.

“I was actually really turned on when I heard Abby got to you first. I played up how upset I was to um… mask it.”

“Ah,” I was beginning to understand now. “So, what you’re saying is that it’s not fair because I’m not a cuck and won’t get turned on by you fooling around, unlike you who will be.”

She nodded shyly and with pursed lips, “It’s okay, I just won’t fool around, you can have fun, it’s fine, real—”

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, interrupting her. She seemed to melt away. I mostly did this to buy time to think of something. I honestly didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t enjoy herself. This might have been a dream and Vivian probably wasn’t even real, but it still didn’t sit right with me. Finally, I thought of something.

“How about this,” I began after parting, “If you’d really feel bad about it then you can just make sure I get something out of it too.”

“How?” she asked, a little hazily. It seemed she wasn’t the only good kisser in the room, my kiss seemed to leave her a little dizzy. That was awesome.

“Ever gone fishing? Go out and have fun with whomever, and if you think you’d really like to get cucked by them, send ‘em my way. That way it’s mutually beneficial. We’ll be a regular Bonnie and Clyde, only much sexier.”

She stroked her chin thoughtfully.

“And if you really enjoy yourself and want to go back for seconds, invite me next time. I’d love to watch or even participate.”

“You’d be cool with watching me bang someone else?” she asked, skeptically. “Even if it’s another guy?”

“Have you seen the guys on this island? They’re basically girls, aesthetically speaking.”

“That’s a good point,” She stroked her chin thoughtfully, and I continued to grope her tits while she thought, moving in slow, deliberate circles. I was mindful of the fact that I had the hands of a god now, so I decided to take it easy while she thought.

Then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, “All right, you win. I’ll fuck around and use it as an opportunity to get you laid too. I guess if you’d really enjoy being in on it, I don’t have much to worry about anyway.”

“Atta girl,” I grinned.

“Now can you stop teasing me already? I want to fool around with you now.”

I removed my hands from her tits, something that took considerable willpower, and said, “Absolutely, I am so horny you have no idea. Your stepmom is a masterclass in teasing.”

“I prefer if you call her ‘bonus-mom’ or just ‘mom’, ‘stepmom’ has kind of a negative feeling to it, and she is honestly an amazing woman.” I took note of that, it was something I never really considered but it was sort of true in a vague sense. “But yeah, I agree, she really knows how to get people going, for sure. Now follow me.”

I did. We continued to flirt our way up to the third floor of the building in an elevator that also, strangely enough, was broken. We spent the long ride up making out more.