Talk about dreams

Dennis left the house. As he headed to his car he saw Lauren, hunched over and nervous, tugging on the door. Dennis didn't even have to look up her skirt: it was so small, half her ass was just hanging out! Man, he noticed her butt was big yesterday, but it looked even bigger now, half hanging out of those silly panties!

Dennis unlocked the car and Lauren dove into the passenger seat as Dennis moved around to the drivers seat. He started driving as Lauren slouched in the seat, busily tugging down at her skirt and fidgeting her legs to try (and fail) to hide her panties.

After a minute of silence, Dennis spoke up.

"So, you dreamed about me last night?" He grinned over at Lauren. "It's funny, I dreamed about you too."

It was true. Last night he'd dreamed about Lauren. She was begging, pleading for him to have sex with her. She stripped off her clothes in desperation. She didn't look how she did now, but how she'd always appeared in the past, with massive breasts and a tight narrow body. She pulled out his member and was amazed how big it was, and as soon as she took it into herself she instantly came over and over again. When Dennis had woken up, he'd shamefully had to changed the sheets.

"I didn't dream anything." Lauren lied, blushing furiously.

"What? But your sister and brother said..."

"They were joking!" Lauren shrieked loudly. "As if I'd ever have a sex dream about you, Dennis micro-penis! That's why it's funny! And I don't want to hear about your gross pervert dreams, you LOSER!"

Dennis flinched in shock. What the hell? What he didn't' know was Lauren was **** to suppress the fact that she had actually had a sex dream about him, and found it utterly humiliating.

"Jeez, fine. Sorry I said anything." Dennis said as they drove in silence...