The unknown

Days passed uneventfully, all but for but a small thing that started to escalated quickly.

Fredric would find himself returning home with the door unlocked some days, but with everything untouched inside, other days with items in his home seemingly misplaced or some clothes were outright missing, only to reappear another day in the locations he naturally checked first.

He was getting forgetful, must have been the stress from before. Or so he thought.

One of those days he went to check if the door was locked before he went to bed, he was fairly sure he had locked it earlier in the day, but he did not trust himself as of late, it was a budding habit of his.

“Am I starting to develop some sort of syndrome or something?” he chuckled lowly for himself, trying to joke the absurdity of his paranoia away.

He went to bed and just as his mind started to fade into sleep his eyes shot up at the sound of something clicking. He lay there for what felt like the longest moment in his life before convincing himself it was nothing, he remembered clearly, he had locked the door and thus returned to deep slumber.

Fredric was warm, it felt like a weight had been put on his entire body, he could feel his penis was erect wet and excited. It all was a very nice feeling, with a slow rhythm too it that rocked him every now and then. He opened his eyes to an impossibility, there was that cute girl from there store grinding her hips on top of him, she seemed to just reach an orgasm as he looked and fell down with her head on the pillows. The world darkened again as he lay against her flat chest under the cover that was pulled over her.

“I must be dreaming” he concluded in his mind, it was the only logical explanation he could come to. He did have wet dreams every now and then, but that was mostly a thing of the past adolescence.

She was heaving heavy deep breaths, her scent was wafting over him with a slight scent of lavender, her nipples gently brushing against his face with every breath she took.

“Might as well live this very vivid dream and enjoy it” he figured and started to run his right hand to her ass while running the left up and down her spine, feeling this hot and toned figure all over.

As he went to lick and suck on the nipples presented in front of him, her hips started to slowly move up and down again. This time he would meet her thrusts, every time started to elicit a muffled moan into the pillow above him, he was getting close and so was she, she was quivering slightly at the movments.

For the finale she rose while straddling him, grabbed his arms and put them over his head with her hands. With one final powerful push they both came at the sensation, she immediately went to kiss deeply, moaning in the after glow of the orgasm, Fredric did too and was muffled by the sudden intrusion as he felt his pressure empty inside her.

The kiss, it seemed to go on for ever their toungues intwined in a firey passion, Fredric started to hesitate, and tried to break the kiss, it was hard to breath through the nose for air, when he tried to twist his head slightly to the left she took her left hand to pinch his nose, cutting off the air supply while forcing his lips to meet hers.

Her right hand was still strongly holding his arms above him, her legs had wrapped around his in a lock.

Panic was growing but too late, he started to weakly wring and trash in her grip, but the world darkened around him with burning lungs.

The kiss was broken, but the action had the effect, he had blacked out, but as he did, he could hear the faint sounds of muffled crying.

That morning he woke bolting upright, sitting in the bed frantickly looking around him.

No one was there, and it was late in the day, the alarm had not gone off. He could swear that there was a faint smell of lavender, but as he went to check the door, it was still locked, he still had his boxers on, if anything he was feeling sweaty.

"Nothing but a wet dream, with a very short nightmarish ending." He said to himself lowly, as he marched to the shower.