Go to sleep

“Clearly it’s time to get some sleep.” Olivia says as she turns off the TV.

You aren’t even sure how to feel about this. On one hand, you were fully expecting for something to actually happen between the two of you tonight, but on the other, you do feel completely wiped after that slightly confusing orgasm.

“Um… yeah.” You say

Not even waiting for your answer, Olivia turns off the lights.

You lay there in darkness for a moment, knowing that you should get up and take a shower, or at least change out of your wet and sticky underwear. You continue to think about this as you feel your eyes close.

…

It’s hard to describe the dream you are having, as most of it happens in flashes. Flashes of images, lights, sounds, and sensations, all coming at you quickly. Throbbing, thrusting, shapes you can’t identify, long and thick. All you know is you want them, need them. Need them in your mouth, want to feel them all over you. They’re hot, so hot! You’re hot at just the thought of them. How can you get them in your body? You must find a way!

…

You wake up sweating, confused at first as you look down at your badly stained underwear you kept on for some reason. They’re once again tented as your cock is sticking straight up inside of them.

You look over to see Olivia isn’t in the bed with you. Your eyes then move to the clock, which to your surprise is showing 4:00PM

You jump up, searching for your phone that only confirms the late time. Baffled, you quickly get up, tossing your destroyed underwear to the ground. You quickly throw on a clean pair, along with pants and a shirt before exiting your room.

“Hey sleepyhead!” You hear Olivia say as you enter the kitchen.

“Did I really sleep that long?” You ask, still in disbelief.

“Yeah, you just seemed so comfortable I didn’t want to wake you.” She says.

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept that long before.” You say.

Before Olivia can respond, you suddenly hear a knock on the door.

“Oh shoot!” Olivia exclaims. “I just realized I never told you my friend’s coming over for dinner tonight.”

“Oh… that’s fine.” You say, still too groggy to think anything into it.

“Can you go answer it?” She asks pointing to the boiling pot she’s holding on the stove.

You make your way to the front door still trying to collect yourself.