A Waking Surprise

Nicole's sleep was deep. The combination of an exhausting day and the double dose of CBD gummies covered her like she was buried under several heavy winter blankets. She dreamed of Huck. It was a full-sensory dream. She was naked in the kitchen area of a rundown doublewide trailer. She was washing dishes when the door slammed open. Nicole greeted Huck as he lumbered through the door with, "Oh, hello, honey, you're home early! I don't even have your beer ready." Nicole dried her hands and quickly went to the fridge. She grabbed a beer and popped the top off on the counter corner. Nicole lowered herself to her knees and presented the beer.

"The beer can wait," he said. "I asked to leave early because I couldn't stop thinking about my libtard wife's cunt."

Nicole smiled. She was ready. She was always prepared. That was what Huck expected. Nicole climbed on the bed at the back of the trailer, and spread her legs. Huck stripped out of his work clothes and was on top of her as fast as a man of his size could be. Huck put all of his weight on Nicole. It knocked the wind out of her, and she barely had time to recover before his unkempt, bushy beard was smothering her mouth. He stank of nicotine, stale beer, and sweat. Huck thrust into her. He was rough and aggressive. She squealed.

"You lazy slut," Huck said. "You need to stop sleeping through my time." Nicole blinked her eyes at Huck. It was such a weird thing to say. "That's fine. I just need this hole for a minute."

"Wh-what?" dream Nicole vocalized slowly waking Nicole, confused by how real this dream felt. It was a hard series of thrusts by Huck, followed by his grunts and the hot load filling her inside, that pulled her out of the dream and back into her bedroom.

Nicole was in a muddled CBD haze, staring up at Huck, who was on top of her. "Fuck," he said. "The exes cunt was always dry in the morning, but you're just fucking always wet. Aren't you?"

"Wh-what?" she said again, trying to pull her head together.

"Tell your Discord friends I want times on the calendar when you know I'm coming over. Surprising you is fun and all, but, fuckin' hell, it's after 11 on a Sunday. You should be up and ready for me."

Nicole could feel Huck's cum leaking from her pussy. "S-sorry, I was, yesterday was..."

"Save it," he hushed her as he pulled up his pants. "I'll see you tonight. Be ready. 6 p.m. And you probably want to get up because it looks like you have something scheduled in 15 minutes." And he left.

Nicole blinked. She rubbed her eyes. Shit, she thought and tried to get her head straight. Nicole sat up and chugged the water in the bottle she kept next to her bed. Being free-use was hard work.