Strange, Erotic Dreams

Sue Storm felt stupid, as she hugged her body pillow to her. The cool, fluffy pillow held her knees apart, helped keep her spine straight as she lay on her side. That had been the only way she could sleep, during her pregnancies. Yet back then, the pillow she'd been hugging didn't have the image of her psychiatrist on it.

The Invisible Woman's cheeks burned as she tried not to think about what she was doing. What it would look like, if Reed came in and found her like this. Not that he would. No, Sue was all alone in her bed, curled around her stupid pillow, her idiotic brain not able to turn off so that she could just go the fuck to sleep—her mind replaying the events of the day, every mistake, every moment of hesitation or embarassment, ever word that Karla said, the smell of her hair, the curve of her breasts—

The last coherent thought that went through Sue Storm's mind before sleep took her was that the pillow did smell faintly of the scent that Karla preferred.

In her dream, the wind outside the cave howled. Lightning crashed. The blonde barbarian laid the sleeping-furs near the fire. Sue Storm, her uniform torn to shreds, watched her warily, yet as the lanky figure gestured at the dark bearskins, the meaning was obvious. Already, the heroine's teeth chattered. This was a survival situation. They needed to share warmth. It was nothing sexual, as she slipped beneath the furs next to the tall, busty blonde.

Yet there was that strange smile on the barbarian's face. Like she knew a secret that Sue did not.

They lay awake for hours, side by side, as the fire slowly died down to glowing coals. The wind howled outside, but beneath the furs it was warm. Where naked skin touched naked skin it was hot. Sue listened to the blonde barbarian's breathing and became aware of a movement, beneath the furs. A slight, regular motion. The barbarian's breath quickened slightly, and Sue's suspicions grew when she heard the first slight moan escape those lips.

Sue's face burned and for a moment she felt like turning away. Instead she lay stiffly beneath the fur, waiting for the other woman to finish.

Only she didn't. It went on and on, the movement becoming more frenzied, the moaning more obvious. The barbarian's hand and leg brushed against Sue in the dark beneath the fur, and the heroine felt herself begin to sweat and steam beneath the fur, even though her face felt cold as the temperature in the cave around them dropped until their breath came out in icy mist in the last glimmers of light from the dying coals.

The heroine told herself that it was survival which made her turn on her side to face the writhing, sweaty figure whose burning heat was the only thing that might stave off **** from freezing. Yet the barbarian turned as Sue did. She slid her legs to entwine with Sue's, so that the heroine's thigh rubbed against a burning, naked cunny, even as a hard, muscled thigh slid against her own labia. Arms hugged her close and they collided, chest to chest, cheek to cheek.

Sue Storm froze in place. Stiffly, she felt the warm, naked barbarian grind against her. One hot cheek pressed against her own. The hot breath of her warmed her frozen ears. The stiff nipples pressed against her own. Slowly, as the excitement built within her to a fever pitch, Sue began to move. Acting on instincts Sue didn't know she had, she began to rub against her blonde barbarian...

The blare of the alarm caught Sue Storm as she desperately humped her new body pillow, pussy wet, the fabric wet with her drool and sweat. Her whole body was flushed, and Sue shivered in a very familiar aftermath as she hugged the image of the blonde tightly.

This would be interesting to explain to Dr. Stone.