Strange Dream

Sarah is walking through a forest barefoot, leaves crunch loudly underfoot as she glances around herself, fear is clear on her face as she stares into the dark unknown. There's a footstep behind her, and a bush rustles. She spins around and squeals in shock.

"W-who's there?" she whispers.

There's simply a cackle in response and the area around her grows even darker. Sarah spins wildly, and sees one path isn't quite so dark. She quickly begins walking down it, it slowly manifests into her school hallway. As she continues walking down the hallway begins being populated with her classmates who all stare at her and suddenly begin laughing loudly. She looks down at herself and see she's dressed in a tight pair of hello-kitty underwear which is far too small for her. She squeals in surprise again and starts running down the hall, tears springing to her eyes.

"Look at her ass wobble, the fat whore!" laughs a girl from her class.

"Her tits are falling out of her bra! Haha, what a cow!" a boy says, grabbing her arm to stop her run. Sarah struggles in his grip and manages to pull away but just as she does the girl grabs her other arm.

"Leave me alone!" she yells as she's pinned to the floor, struggling hard. The boy was right, her tits are out of her bra and flying all over the place as she struggles in their grip. Roger suddenly appears stood in front of her.

"Who would ever want to date a girl like you?" he says in disgust, shaking his head as the rest of her classmates surround her. Their faces seem normal but are shrouded in darkness in a way that makes them terrifying as they close in on Sarah, they all whisper about her body, sexualizing her and morally degrading her as Sarah cries desperately beneath them.

Suddenly the school vanishes and Sarah finds herself lying flat on the same streets she was walking earlier, many scary looking men and women walk along the pavements around her, all of them glancing down at the girl who's still in her underwear. Sarah climbs quickly to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes and pulling her bra back into place as she begins walking in the direction of her home.

"Hey girly, you wanna make some money?" a homeless man calls from a nearby alleyway, "I got something for ya!" he yells, pulling out his cock and jerking it off in her direction. Sarah squeals again and runs off in the direction of home but runs head first into a tall man, causing her to fall back on her ass.

"You lost girl?" he asks as he grabs her arm, pulling her back to her feet, "I can show you around" he says, pulling her towards the alley.

"No, no! Please stop!" she screams, punching the mans arm as he drags her towards the homeless man.

You've seen enough.

The men suddenly vanish and the area around Sarah suddenly materialises into her own bedroom, she's sat on the edge of her bed. She begins sobbing into her hands, confused. You hear an angry voice.

"Fucking Angels, can't even give us their dreams anymore." the voice is warped and strikes fear in you, but you ignore it as you continue shaping Sarah's dream.

A man suddenly walks into the room, it's Roger. Sarah looks up and realises she's suddenly dressed in a tight, red dress which fits her perfectly. Roger offers her his hand and pulls her to her feet before wrapping her arms around her and kissing her gently.

"It's okay Sarah, you're safe now." he whispers as he holds her tightly against his chest.

You sigh and roll your eyes at your own cheesy dream you concocted for her, it's boring but you were tired of seeing the girl being traumatised. You get a strange feeling that somebodies watching you though.

Sarah wakes up covered in sweat with a distinct wetness between her legs. She quickly places her hand there and pulls it away in surprise, knowing exactly what it is.

"oh no..." she whispers, feeling her bare mattress beneath her, her wetness had spread even to that and has made a wetpatch. She quickly jumps up and looks at the damage and thankfully finds it's only a small amount. Her mind goes back to her dream and you notice her cheeks going red as she imagines Rogers naked body, and then him kissing her so gently.

Sarah checks the clock and sees it's only 5am, she quickly wraps herself in a towel and walks out of her bedroom, taking very slow and careful steps towards the bathroom. Once there she climbs into the shower and begins to clean herself up.

I should focus on the wetness..

You didn't even type that, it just appeared as you thought about it. Sarah doesn't hesitate, her hand's between her legs again and she's leaning against the shower wall as she begins to rub herself, not even thinking about just cleaning it. She lets out moans which are drowned out by the shower and she finds she's on the brink of cumming already. She falls backwards and lets out another moan, hitting the wall hard as her legs begin to shake.

She sits on the floor for a few minutes after cumming, her mind is racing about her fantasies, wondering why she's suddenly imagining her crush in such risque ways, and remembering her terrifying dream.

Maybe this means I'm ready for a relationship..

Sarah seems to see the logic in your words, but lets out a sob and begins to cry. The confusion too much for her.