Liz, your friend from high school

Not feeling tired or groggy, it doesn't take you long to get out of bed and throw on a shirt. As you're doing so, you can hear footsteps past your door and the bathroom door being opened. You walk out into the hallway, thinking about the bizarre dream you had just woken up from. "Really gotta lay off the late night TV," you tell yourself.

Entering the living room, you see your roommate, Liz, leaning over the entertainment center and messing around with all the cables behind it. She plugs a cord back into the TV and leans back, looking at the "no input" text on the screen, then utters a quiet "piece of shit" as she steps away.

Ahh Liz...crass as ever.

You're standing, watching her with her hand on her hip as she navigates the menu on the tv. She's tall for a girl, standing at 5'7". Her pale body is barely covered, with just a black tanktop covering her torso and her perky C-cup breasts, and only a scarlet pair of panties on her lower half. You can't imagine most girls would dare wear as little as she's wearing while living with a guy she isn't involved with, but your friendship with Liz is different.

Back when you met in high school, Liz carried herself with a mixture of confidence, a "resting bitch face," and tough personality, making her that hot chick that every guy wanted to bang, but most found themselves too intimidated by her to try. Those people that got to know her ended up getting to know her as a very nice girl who was one of the coolest and most loyal people they had ever met, but her crass, blunt, and at times distant personality kept most people away.

Whether she had meant to or not, she had made it clear to you early on in your friendship that while she could admit you were attractive, she had no interest in you physically or emotionally. You had agreed and the several years of closeness with her that followed had always been purely platonic, the lack of interest being the thing that your mutual respect and strong trust had been built on. After years of showing no interest in her, she had let her guard completely down. It wasn't uncommon for her to be in revealing or just comfortable clothes in your apartment, much like she was now, or for you to dress just as comfortably.

Of course, it also wasn't uncommon for you to stare at her when she wasn't looking, imagining yourself pounding her pussy when she bent over. It also wasn't uncommon for you to go into your bedroom and rub one out thinking about her.

She looks up at you as she combs her hair, straight and shoulder length, dyed dark red with black streaks in it. You try to keep eye contact with her light blue eyes on her freckled face and not her nipples rippling her shirt as she nods to you before turning to the TV again bitterly. "TV's fucked... unless you can figure it out." She says as she continues messing with the remote.

You can't help but look at her, thinking about the dream as you take advantage of Liz's focus on the TV and take in each of her features with your eyes. According to the dream voice, since Dream-John picked the blue orb, you could have anything you wanted from anybody by just telling them you wanted it. And right now, you want Liz. Of course you can't actually have her, but you smile to yourself at the idea of just telling her "take your top off" and her actually doing it. Thinking to yourself, why not just say it? When she gets upset, just explain the dream and she'll find it just as funny as you do. And in the chance that the dream was real, you finally get to see Liz's tits.

"Hey Liz," you call out to her. She turns to look you with a raised eyebrow. You suppress a small chuckle as you continue. "Take off your top."

But, much to your surprise, she shrugs and says "Sure," pulling off her black tanktop without even a moment's hesitation. There's no way in hell Liz would take her top off in front of you, and yet here you are, staring at her perky pale tits and her perfect pink nipples, sitting just above a gorgeous flat stomach.

Realizing the chances of that dream being real are just absurd, you decide to test her just to be sure. "Take off your panties" you command her.

And once again, Liz obeys and gives no hesitation as she drops her panties to her feet and steps out of them, standing with her feet apart, hand back on her hip, giving you a perfect view of the trimmed auburn hair of her mound. Her hand glides over her hip and over the neat hair above her pussy.

"God I feel so much more comfortable now.." she sighs before continuing. "Although, I gotta say, it is a little weird being naked in front of you...especially with how horny I was this morning."

She shrugs and chuckles to herself as she finishes speaking. Interesting...she seemed perfectly comfortable when she was fussing with the TV. It seems like in response to your command, her mind automatically thought of a justification for what she just did. The second part makes it seem like she still maintains her personality, perfectly blunt and brutally honest as ever. You'll need to test that.

That'll come later though. Right now, your cock is steadily growing with each throb as the friend you've always wanted to fuck since adolescence stands naked in front of you, her body just as incredible as you've always imagined it to be. So now what are you going to do?