Sock on the Door

Thin hairs of white frayed from the cotton body, rustling gently against each other with every breath of wind like long grass. Its hollow core was pierced by a rigid shaft, its soft form drooped around the harsh metal and distended so that its captor’s form was visible against its stretched threads.

There was a sock on William’s door.

Nicola’s sock.

A bead of sweat lumbered down the side of his forehead, falling to the ground with a thunderous crack. His hand reached to the cloth-laden handle, even though he was not the one controlling his trembling arm.

She was in front of him, staring up with a sadistic smile as she sank to her knees. She was naked, her soft tanned skin shining from a light he couldn’t see. Thick globs of white liquid laced her entire body, dripping off her breasts and onto her torso, flowing between every crevice of her beautiful form like a series of streams. He could only watch with disbelief as she slowly brought a finger to her chest then scraped the cum off her and brought it to her mouth like icing on a cake. Her grin seemed to widen with his shock.

Nicola opened her mouth and although neither her jaw or lips moved, a voice emerged from her throat and reverberated into his very being.

“It’s time to wake up William."

His eyelids shot open, making his pupils wince as they surrendered to harsh light. A hand grappled at his shoulder, digging into it as if it was a piece of dough as it shook his entire body up and down against his room’s firm mattress.

“William, I’m not going to ask again. You’re not missing your first class.”

“Wha- what?” His brain felt as if it had been stuck in a freezer and was only now defrosting, her words jumbling in his head.

“I’m fucking serious, wake up. I thought you were a nerd, who sleeps late for their first class?”

“I’m sorry, I had this dream and, and…”

His vision had unblurred enough to distinguish Nicola’s signature smirk.

“Umm… yeah. I can tell.” Her finger pointed at something in his lap. “Maybe deal with that before you step outside.”

As she left, he **** his head upwards to see the circus tent he was sporting in his lap under the blanket. Embarrassment soared through his entire body as his cheeks turned a scarlet red and he let himself collapse back into the bed.

“What the hell just happened?”