An agonizing dream.

That night, Leonardo had a dream. It had been long, maybe two years, since he’d stopped having dreams like that. Did the recent revelations and the thought of the possibilities have something to do with it?

His surroundings didn’t matter. He was in a black void. There was a bed, the details of which his mind didn’t draw. He only needed to understand it represented the concept of a bed. But the person who was with him in the dream, his mind drew all the details it could imagine.

Angela lay naked on the bed, long legs crossed and arms behind her head, like she was stretching to show off her erotic body. Her breasts were just as big as he had pictured them, but contrasted with small, pink areolas. Every single one of her curves was perfect, with a narrow waist and voluptuous hips.

He couldn’t resist. He threw himself on top of her like a hungry lion, and caught her lips with his as his hands groped her chest. He heard Angela moan loudly, ecstatic. Her own hands roamed his naked body greedily.

“I need this so bad,” Angela whispered. “Take me, Leo. Make me yours. Fuck me until neither of us can walk.”

Her voice made him shiver. It sounded so sexy and full of frantic need. He guided his full erection to her perfectly shaved pussy, and thrust inside her with ease. He drove hard and desperately into her, their lips craving for each other. Angela only stopped kissing him to scream her pleasure.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! More! Fuck me more!”

In a blink, they had changed position. Angela was now on all fours, and Leonardo was taking her from behind. He thrust into her wildly, watching her meaty ass bounce on his cock. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it, making Angela throw her head back and showing him her blissful smile.

“Yes! Be rough with me!” she screamed.

Another blink, and Angela was suddenly riding him. Leonardo held her waist as the gorgeous blonde rocked her hips back and forth. Her breasts bounced wildly. Her entire being was a mesmerizing sight.

“Does my pussy feel good, baby? Uh? Do you want to come inside me?” she teased with a grin. “Fuck baby, please, come inside me! Fill me up! Please, I need it!”

Then he was fucking her against a wall. He was lifting her leg and thrusting inside her as she had her arms around his neck, sucking on his tongue. He could hear his own groans mix with her loud, sweet moans. Her face was red with pleasure, her eyes locked on him.

“Shoot it inside me, baby! Make me pregnant! I’ll have your children, Leo! Just fucking come inside me!”

After another blink, he was laying on the bed with Angela between his legs. She was worshiping his cock, running her tongue along his lengths and taking it all the way back to her throat.

“It’s so good,” she groaned. “Your cock is perfect, baby! I love it! I want to suck on it every day!” she said. Her head bobbed, her pouty lips perfectly wrapped around his dick. “Let me drink it, baby! Let me swallow it!”

He blinked again, and he was sitting at the edge of the bed with Angela on his lap. She hugged him tightly as she bounced on his cock, her breasts pressing against his chest.

“I love you, baby!” she whispered in his ear. “I love you so much!” She kissed his neck, his cheek, his lips. “Stay with me forever, baby!”

Her voice was ****, frantic. She was pleading for his full attention.

“Embrace me, dear! Hold me, kiss me and make love to me! I love you! Come inside me and let me have you baby!”

For a single second, he felt as though something was rising from within him. But abruptly, without any sort of warning, he was back on his futon. He was sweating like he never had before. His breathing was ragged. He sat up, throwing the covers away. His heart pounded loud enough for him to feel it in his ears.

Worst of all, there was the already familiar sensation of need, desire and frustration that could not be satisfied. His body burned, and despite knowing it would be useless, he masturbated.

It was difficult. His penis couldn’t get hard enough despite how clear the memories of his dream were. When he ejaculated, it was only a few, pitiful drops. There was no relief, only the need for more, for the real thing.

He wanted to go to Angela’s room and make her orgasm so he could recover his own sensations, but she was in the same boat as him in the first place. He had to wonder if she was as **** for it as he was, or if it was easier for her.

It was 3:41 am already. There was no point for him to try and go back to sleep. He wouldn’t be able to. His heart raced still. He took his phone and his notebook and went back to practicing his Japanese. He needed to learn quickly.

When morning came and they met to have breakfast, he had troubles meeting Angela’s eyes. Not so much out of shame, but because seeing her made him remember the dream too clearly. It made him want her. She probably noticed, considering she was suddenly avoiding looking at him as well. Mrs. Wisler, though, obviously knew something was up, but didn’t say anything either, most likely out of respect. It wasn’t like anything she could say would make things better.