No, it was Sean

Sean felt the plush hips of his short stack of a best friend when she landed not-so-gracefully on top of him. He could feel her clothed, yet still massive breasts pressed against his bare chest, and could feel the heat of her body as she stared at him in disbelief.

Brandy's hips still wouldn't stop wiggling, and she could feel a certain swelling heat coming up from between Superman's legs. As she stared into her would-be lover's eyes she realized it was her best friend, and squeaked out an apology as she rushed to the bathroom, a fresh blush spreading across her face.

The dark haired, formerly asexual, girl was not stupid. She new that Sean wasn't actually Superman, but the dream had been so real, and he had been so firm and muscular. Just the memory of the touch to his bare chest suddenly made the horny young woman shiver and a fresh batch of liquid sank into the recesses of her underwear and flannel pajama pants.

She stripped from the waist down and inspected herself, as she had never felt such strong tingling from her nethers before. To top all that off, her nipples were trying to bore their way out from beneath her t-shirt AND hoodie. As she inspected her swollen, puffy slit, her index finger came across a fleshy little pebble which caused her to lose her footing and moan uncontrollably. "Oh my gawd...what...what the fuck is happening to me?!"

Sean had crept up to the bathroom door, and had heard the question, he knocked softly and frowned, again in worry, "Brands? You OK dude?" When the knock hit, Brandy sputtered and nodded, saying, "Yeah...everything's OK...just... girl problems." Even though it wasn't completely true. Brandy was able to calm herself a bit, despite all these new feelings coursing their way through her body. She had been through sex-ed, of course, so she understood what arousal was, but feeling it and knowing what it was were two completely different things.

As she sat on the floor of her downstairs bathroom, she reached up, turned on the water, and then went back to exploring these new tingles, and that little pebble she had touched earlier.

While Brandy was exploring the new parts and nerves in her pussy, her amygdala was working overtime before it began to get burnt out and tired. This sent a stronger than usual electric current to her prefrontal cortex which short circuited her impulse control, reasoning, and judgement. This meant, for right now anyways, she wasn't able to control her impulses. This meant the part of her brain which told her what she was doing might be bad or wrong was shut down. Brandy was also unable to reason with herself why these new feelings were washing over her, nor judge the best way to explore them.

Sean's face suddenly sprung into her mind and she suddenly had the urge to go tell him what was happening to her...if only she could pull her fingers out of her slutty new slit.