MR Day 11 - The dream was scary

“That dream was just really scary,” you say.

“You’re under a lot of pressure. Of course your anxiety’s going to give you scary dreams,” she says.

“I guess,” you reply, finishing your breakfast sandwich. “I just can’t believe how banged up I am.”

“That girl must have been frisky,” Michelle says, smirking at you. “Glad you’re such a stud now.”

“Oh my God,” you moan. “I regret it so much.”

Michelle laughs. “You poor thing. You’re a mess. You know that you have to get back, right?”

“I know. Can we snuggle first?”

“Excuse me?”

“Coach,” you say in your whiny voice, giving her your victim look.

“Not this again.” Michelle puts her face in her hand. “OK, but only for a minute.” She goes to the bed, and you cuddle up beside her, pulling the blanket up. You both sit together cozily, staring at the little cabin.

“You think this place is bad, you should see Crystal Lake,” you tell her.

“Good motivation to win next week.”

“I’m so motivated,” you say honestly.

Michelle laughs. “You just want your phone back.”

“That too. Can you text my mom?”

“I already did.”

“Thanks.” You sigh and hug her. You finally feel better. You’re relaxed now. The fear is gone, but the soreness isn’t. Still… you like squeezing her. “I like this sweatshirt,” you say.

“Thanks,” she replies absently, looking at her own phone.

“Got room for one more in there?”

“What?”

Before she can answer, you pull off your towel and dive under the covers, pulling on the sweater and squirming your way in. You stretch the collar and your head pops out in front of Michelle, your naked body pressed against her. The sweater is… not really big enough for two.

“How did I not see this coming?” Michelle says.

“Just getting cozy,” you say defensively. “Not getting any ideas. Promise.” You lay your head on her shoulder. “Sharing warmth. That’s all.”

She snorts. She can feel your cock getting hard and growing up against her belly. You move a bit to rub it on her.

“No ideas?”

“Sorry, sorry,” you say, stopping.

Michelle laughs, and you kiss her. You wish you could do more, but your arms are pinned by the sweater. Michelle doesn’t put up much of a fight. It takes you a minute to struggle out of the sweater and get it thrown aside, but then you have her clothes off in seconds and push her down on the bed, kissing her aggressively. Her soft, round body isn’t just perfect for giving you comfort, it also drives you absolutely crazy. You feel her all over before slipping your hand between her legs as you push your tongue into her mouth.

You were afraid she was going to mind you having sex with Nea, but she clearly enjoyed the story when you told her about the sex. She’s already in the mood, and just a little teasing has her fleshy thighs slick and her inner lips sucking at your fingers.

Still kissing her, you fumble your way on top of her and slip inside. She probably thinks you’re an animal as you thrust desperately, but you’re just that turned on. You need her warm depths more than you ever have before, and when it gets too good to keep kissing, you bury your face in her neck work your hips harder. She hugs you tight until you grunt and gasp, shoving in deep and shaking as you let out an achingly intense load inside her.

She strokes your hair as you come down from it. You eventually slip out of her, but still hold on, pillowed by her body. She awkwardly gets the covers up to more or less cover you both. You find the strength for one quick, but tender kiss.

“I don’t want to leave,” you confess, holding her.

“I knew it,” she says with a sigh, returning the embrace.

“This place is getting to me.”

“Then let’s leave for a while. Take a break. Because you can’t stay here.”

She’s right. You’re supposed to be at Crystal Lake. It will cause problems for Michelle if you’re found here. You need to get off the grounds.

She strokes your hair, then sits up.

“I’ll bring the car around,” she says. You give her your needy look again. You just want to snuggle in bed.

But she’s right. It’s too risky.

“OK,” you say.

Michelle gets up and puts her clothes on. You want to jerk off just watching her get dressed, but you’ve acted like a child enough. Time to… get serious. You get out of bed and get dressed as well, but you really need a change of clothes.

Michelle leaves, and you wait by the window until a beautiful, old-fashioned red convertible drives up. Michelle’s in the driver’s seat.

You hurry out and climb in, rushing through the rain.

“Wrong car for a rainy day,” you laugh.

“I’ll put the top up,” she says, pulling a lever. The green and red convertible top starts to rise, and Michelle pulls away.

You smile at her and she smiles back.

~ Route End ~