Waking up to a dream...

You are running through a dark, foreboding forest, gnarled branches rip at your maiden's gown as you flee from some unseen enemy. Your blouse rips, and you are shocked as creamy C-cup breasts spill free. You keep charging ahead, your chest aching with a feverish fear tinged with a dark desire. You hear a low growling behind you, but don't dare look back. Your skirt is snagged by a thicket of thorns, and you have **** but to RIIIIIP yourself free, exposing your smooth slit and plentiful plump ass.

More terrified and confused than ever, you race forward, not wanting whatever is making the evil snarling sound closing in on you to catch up. You see a light in the distance...if you can make it, somehow you know you will be safe, but you trip on a stump and fall on your face. You try and rise, scrambling to your knees, but it's like you are moving in slow motion, meanwhile the hungry darkness is roaring behind you. You hate your body for betraying you, your nipples growing harder and your pussy hungrily drooling as you feel the heat of the malevolent maw behind you. You stare off at the light in the distance, woefully wishing you could reach it, but knowing you will never be fast enough.

And then something miraculous happens...the light grows larger. No, it's not growing...it's getting closer! A charging white steed with a knight in gleaming golden armor races towards you, leaping into the air to clear you and crash down on the darkness poised behind you. You hear an awful howl, and fearfully turn to see the knight reaching his hand down to you, a verdant green meadow bathed in sunlight behind him. He raises his visor, but everything is so bright that it's hard to see...you can almost make him out...you reach out your hand...

.....

"Well good morning, sleepy head, or good afternoon I should say. Want some brunch? A little wake and and bake?" Brian stands over you as you come to on his bed. He's wearing a terrycloth robe that looks several sizes too big for him, but it's oddly enduring. His offer sounds great, especially if you reverse the order, and you nod and stretch and rub the dream dust from your eyes. You feel crusty and stinky and all the suddenly insecure being naked in front of your sort of maybe boyfriend. You stand up, draping the sheet around you like you are a woman in a PG-13 movie.

Brian, maybe sensing your nervousness wraps his arms around you and pull you close. You blush as he buries his face in your neck. "Mmm you smell so good all sweaty and sticky." Brian lifts your chin with his hand and gives you a slow, soft kiss that makes you drop your sheet and your sissy shaft swell in surprise.

You instinctively lift your leg at the knee behind you and kiss him back hard and hungry. You can't believe you are doing this! You wanted to get high first and blame that for fagging out with him all day, and then this scrawny nerd had to say you smell nice. If only he weren't so cute! It's like a pretty nerd girl flirting with you, only better because he has pretty little prick. God, why does he have to kiss so good? It's like he's making you gay with his mouth. Or maybe he's making you a girl...his girl.

You get a obviously shit idea that is just crazy enough to work. Instead of running away from this, getting high and horny and making excuses for something I don't even understand, you decide to act on instinct instead and see where it takes you. After all, it's gotten you this far. You break the kiss, biting Brian's lip naughtily and sink to your knees, pulling his robe apart to plant wet kisses on his small, but sublimely suckable shaft. "Ella! I...I...thank you!"

Brian sounds surprised...Hell, you're surprised yourself. You can't believe how sexy and slutty and naughty and natural it feels doing stone cold sober and eyes wide open. You can pick up on so many subtle little things you missed in your stoned stupor...like the way he inhales sharply when you roll your 'R's against the underside of his shaft, or the way he ruffles your hair when you deep throat him balls and all, and you especially love the way he lightly squeezes the nape of your neck when he explodes in your throat and feeds you your morning milk.

You smile up at him with his cum still drooling down your lips and dangling off your chin. He surprises you by leaning over and licking the last of his load. He stretches his tongue out and you lunge for it greedily, but he giggles and slurps it up at the last second, leaving you only his tongue to suck on. You pout playfully and Brian pulls you up. "I...I'm really glad you did that, Ella. Not just because...you know," Brian blushes, all the sudden the shy little boi again which just makes him more annoyingly adorable, "but because I was worried you would regret last night or just want to get high and pretend..."

You close his mouth with a kiss and feel his worries melt on your tongue. They taste delicious, but your other hole is even hungrier. You reluctantly retract your tongue from his throat and pant, "Bri Bri baby, can we talk about this after you take me in the shower and fuck the spurts out of me?" Brian nods nervously as you drag him to the nearest bathroom and toss him in the shower. You need to feel him inside you, need to know what subtle little details you'll discover when you suck your cock with his ass sober this time. You push him against the wall with your ass and feel his prick pulse against your pucker. You grab his cock and guide it into your cunt as the hot spray hits you both.

"Fuck...fuck...oh fucking fuck!" Brian shudders inside you. His hands dig into your hips and he begins to pull you back hard, pistoning into you like fast and frenzied. You surrender without a fight, glad to feel the loser lothario that seduced you last night take control like the shrimpy stud he is. You moan as he pins you into the steamy glass, your clit crushed and cumming hard as he slides into you. Soapy rivulets run down your sizzling skin as it slides against his, you turn your head to catch his mouth with yours and slip your tongue into his mouth as he cries out in climax, "Yessssssssss!"

You spend the rest of the shower shyly cleaning one another and chasing kisses from each others playful lips. Your hands explore each others bodies as if for the first time, taking your time to trace his hard abs hiding under his smooth stomach as he squeezes your ass like he's kneading clay...as if he's remolding you, and maybe he is. You eventually dry off each other and he hands you a robe like his, only yours is pink and cut to end at your ass. His and hers...it's funny, but you aren't sure what it means. Are you supposed to be his boifriend now? Or his girlfriend.

Brian must be wondering the same thing, because after making you both bacon and eggs for brunch, he sits down across from you at the kitchen table and asks, "So...uh, are we together now? Like boyfriend and...? We don't have to put a name on it if you don't want to? I just, I really want to be with you...and I want you to feel comfortable. So you can call this whatever you like, and I will call you whatever you want."

You have to laugh so you won't cry. It hits you suddenly and you know exactly who you are. Maybe you've always known. You just needed a knight in shining armor to see your reflection in his golden hero's helm.