A wet dream of Heather and Alex.

Interlude 7 (continued)

They walked in the door together, Heather shifting on her feet as she spotted Alex on the couch. Jason was simply pretending not to be there, which seemed to work as none of the three girls paid him any attention.

“Hey, Alex.” Chloe set her jacket and other stuff down before joining Jason’s sister on the couch. “So um… some stuff happened.”

“Understatement of the fucking century.” Heather muttered as she moved towards the kitchen, grabbing some leftover sausage and popping it in her mouth as she watched the two girls in the living room.

“So, both Heather and Kate know I’m dating your brother now.” Chloe explained, “And, they sort of had a fight about it.”

“A fight?” Alex glanced at Heather.

“Slapped the fucker.” Heather admitted unapologetically.

“What? Why?!” She turned back to Chloe, wide-eyed.

“He guessed something Heather had been keeping private. Something kinda personal.”

Alex glanced at Heather with concern, and Heather looked away, blushing. “What was that?”

“Her crush on you.” The Navajo girl continued.

“I’m going to… let you two talk.” Heather told them, and swiftly retreated into the bedroom.

Jason followed by default, watching as Heather groaned to herself, scrubbing her face with her hands, and paced for a moment. “Why am I such a fucking moron sometimes?” She muttered, then turned on Jason, “You just had to be all insightful and shit, didn’t you?”

Jason blinked, not expecting this interaction, but he reminded himself this was still Heather’s dream, even if he was guiding it to review her memories. “Hey, it worked out, didn’t it?”

She shrugged, “I suppose, but I’m feeling so nervous, and vulnerable, and I don’t like it.”

Jason hugged her gently, and she melted into his embrace. “I’m here for you, and not just because you’re sexy as hell. I’m your friend too, and I care about you, and want you to be happy.”

“I know. I’m just an insecure shithead I guess. Wish I could be more confident around the real you.”

Jason didn’t know how to respond to that, but as he glanced up at the door to the en-suite bathroom, the scene seemed to change without him directly willing it.

“I don’t know how comfortable I am with this.” Alex said while pulling off her shirt. Heather was already naked and was adjusting the temperature in the shower. Jason had an unobstructed view of her toned backside before she turned back around, making him equally transfixed by her gorgeous breasts.

She glanced at Jason, who was still a bit startled by the sudden change, “Don’t get any funny ideas, Dick-Head.” She warned as he glanced down at his own naked body, and blushed heatedly. “It’ll be fine, Alex.” She said to his sister. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“It’s just a weird situation.” Alex admitted.

“Don’t worry so much.” Heather moved closer to Alex, opening her arms.

For her part, even though she looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, Alex leaned into the embrace, hugging her best friend. “You smell a little.” Alex said with a giggle.

“Well, I was just out hiking. That’s why I need a shower.” Heather kissed Alex’s cheek then turned back to the shower stall, leading the way inside.

Alex reached for the shampoo and began washing her hair, while Heather turned to regard Jason, who stopped them from closing the door. Then she said, “Allow me.” And Alex lowered her hands so Heather could take over washing her hair.

“That feels nice.” Alex murmured as she leaned into Heather’s touch.

“That’s all I want for you, Honey.” Heather replied, close to Alex’s ear. “I’m not some horndog looking to get into your panties. I just want to be close to you.”

“It’s just strange for me. I did a little with Chloe the other day, but it felt kinda weird.”

“Well, maybe you just need to think of it as less sex, and more emotional intimacy.” Heather suggested.

“Is that how you see it?”

Heather pushed Alex under the shower spray to rinse her hair, “I never really thought this was going to happen at all. I thought I’d have to keep my interest in you secret forever. I haven’t really sorted out that much detail, but I’m trying to help you come to grips with the idea. Why don’t you do me now?” She handed Alex the shampoo and turned her back on the taller girl.

Alex complied, starting to lather up shampoo into Heather’s blonde hair. “Well, I guess it’s working. I’ll let you know if and when I’m willing to let you touch me sexually.”

“I hope it happens, but if you never get to that point, I’ll be okay.” Heather said, though there was a wistful note to her voice.

“Do you…” Alex hesitated, but Heather gave her a reassuring smile as she ducked her hair under the shower spray. “You can wash me. Like all of me. Just… don’t be too gropey about it.”

“I can do that.” Heather told her, and quickly grabbed the shower gel, lathering some on her hands before pausing, waiting for Alex’s nod then applying the soap to her skin, starting with her neck and shoulders, but soon moving to the soft mounds of her breasts.

“That feels nice.” Alex grabbed the bottle and put some soap on her own hands, then returned the favor, washing Heather’s shoulders and then her breasts. “You’re so lucky your breasts are both big and firm.”

“Yours are perfect.” Heather told her, leaning her forehead against Alex’s.

“Mine are a bit more saggy than yours.”

“I’ve got a very strict diet and exercise routine to keep my body toned but still curvy. A combination of muscle tone and skin elasticity is probably what keeps mine perky.”

“So, I should give up my candy?” Alex asked with a smirk.

Heather shrugged, “You don’t have to. I like you just the way you are.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess.” Alex turned around as Heather’s hands moved to wash her back and ass.

They continued that way until both of them were almost entirely clean, though they’d avoided each other’s crotches up until then. “I guess we’re about done then?” Heather asked, turning towards Jason standing outside the shower and reaching for a towel, but then glancing back at Alex, expectantly.

“Heather?” Jason’s sister asked.

“What is it, hun?”

“What would you say if I asked to wash your cooch?”

Heather blinked, once more glancing at Jason with a wry grin, acknowledging his presence in the dream. But he just nodded, and Heather’s attention was diverted back to Alex. “I’d love that, babe.”

Alex chuckled, “I’d be willing to do that. I think I’m more willing to touch you intimately than let you touch me in that way.”

“Go for it then.” She pulled back, and spread her legs a little.

So Alex smiled, and got more soap before running her hands down Heather’s stomach and between her legs. Heather shuddered and leaned back, her shoulder blades against the wall as Alex stroked up and down, her fingers clearly caressing the cheerleader’s slit. She kept up a steady rhythm up and down, back and forth, changing direction subtly from time to time. “Fuck!” Heather gasped, her eyes closed, and her neck arched. “Don’t stop, Sweetie!”

Alex didn’t answer, but continued massaging the shorter girl’s mound, her fingers rubbing circles every time they reached the top of Heather’s pussy. “I want to touch you.” Heather moaned out.

“Not this time. This is about you.”

“Motherfuck, I’m gonna…” Heather bit her lip and moaned out through her nose before collapsing, sliding down the wall as her legs trembled.

Alex followed her, both of them sitting on the floor of the shower. She laid her head on Heather’s shoulder. “Damn, girl. Fuck. I wish it had gone this well when we were awake.”

Jason blinked. Was this not how the real memory had gone? It seemed the dream was going a little off the rails, though he had a feeling that his throbbing hard cock was probably manifesting in the waking world as well.

The bathroom was starting to fade, as Heather’s grip on sleep began to slip, and Jason found himself pulled into his own head.