Get some rest after a hard day of moving

After several hard hours of lugging boxes and helping the girls get unpacked, you collapse into bed long before your usual bedtime. As you sleep, you have fleeting dreams of Kendra and Sarah -- both erotic and strangely troubling at the same time. You hear them both calling your name, but soon it is Sarah's voice that drowns out the other.

"Connor? Connor? Are you awake?"

You open your eyes and see that it is dark in your room. You try to close your eyes and go back to sleep, but you hear your name again.

"Connor?"

You sit up in your bed and realize someone is sitting on the edge of it, with a hand on your shoulder, shaking you.

"Sarah?" you say, rubbing your eyes and trying to determine if you are still asleep. "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, there is just enough light to see that Sarah is sitting on the edge of the bed. She is wearing an oversized t-shirt that extends down to about half-way down her thighs. The front of the t-shirt is baggy enough that it exposes the top of her chest and enough of her breasts that you can see she is not wearing a bra. The soft glow from the outdoor lights highlights her skin in an almost unearthly way. You feel your pulse quicken.

"I just wanted to thank you for all you did today to help us," she says, reaching out and resting her hand on top of the blanket over your knee.

"Not a problem," you say, looking at the alarm clock. Is it really 2:00 in the morning?

"I mean... I am REALLY grateful," she says, moving her hand upward, from your knee.

You jump and ask yourself again if you are really dreaming. Granted, if you are, this is a very pleasant dream, and if it's not a dream, it's exactly what you hoped for when you fiddled with Sarah's medication, but Kendra's arrival on the scene has kind of put a different spin on things, and you're not so sure this is how you want it to play out.

You take her hand in yours, primarily to stop its upward wandering. "It's really not a problem at all, Sarah. I'm glad to help. No need to thank me beyond what you already have."

She pulls your hand up to her mouth and kisses it. "I guess I'm not expressing myself well," she says, kissing your knuckle and then extending her tongue and licking up to your wrist. "I WANT to do something for you. In fact, I really NEED to do something...."

She leans forward, and before you know what's going on, she is kissing you and climbing on your lap, straddling your waist with her legs. You self-consciously look in the direction of the bathroom door -- the one that she would have used to enter your room -- and you half expect Kendra to be standing there, hips on hands, frowning at you. There is no one there, however, and no indication of activity from the next room.

You pull your tongue from Sarah's mouth and try to express yourself. It is very hard to concentrate, though, because she is rocking back and forth on your lap, grinding her crotch against yours.

"Look, Sarah... I'm flattered, and you are really, really hot, but I kind of have a thing for Kendra."

You aren't sure if she hears you, because she continues the pelvic grinding and is also kissing/sucking on your ears and moving down your neck.

"Do you hear me?" you ask. "I like Kendra a lot!"

Sarah stops her oral tour of your neck and looks at you. She does not stop with her hips, though, and you know that she can tell that you are rock hard.

"I don't care if you like Kendra," she says. "I'm not trying to be your girlfriend, Connor. I just really need a good fuck buddy, and I nominate you for the job."

She pulls off her t-shirt in one fluid movement, and you find yourself looking right into her bare, firm breasts. She throws the shirt to the other side of the room and pushes your head down on your pillow. She resumes kissing you and exploring your tongue with hers as her hands reach under the blankets and find their way inside your t-shirt.

You feel your self-control rapidly evaporating, but you try once more. "But Kendra --"

She stops you, putting a finger to your mouth. "So we don't tell Kendra. I won't say anything. You won't say anything. She'll never know. Here's the deal.... you may not understand it, but I've GOT to fuck, and if I don't have a regular buddy like you, I'll be slutting all over this campus. My parents will find out, and they'll pull me out of here, so basically, we have a choice -- we help each other out, or I'm going to waste my freshman year of college."

If there was logic in that argument, it didn't really matter. By this point, your groin has taken over all of your decision making, and you throw the blankets off and roll over on top of Sarah. Your last coherant thought of Kendra was moments before you reached between Sarah's legs and discovered she was wearing no underwear. As your fingers explored her soft, wet slit, you gave yourself entirely to this turn of events.

You wake up with sunlight streaming into the room. You look at your clock. It's 7:00. The last time you knew what time it was, it was nearly 5:30, and Sarah hadn't even begun to slow down. She seemed to unload years worth of suppressed sexual appetite on you. What she lacked in tact and subtlty by throwing herself at you in the middle of the night, she more than made up for with technique. You didn't realize anyone could use a tongue, fingers, breasts, or even toes the way she did to excite you and get you off.

You look around the room and see that Sarah is no longer there. When she left is anyone's guess. There is the tell-tale musky smell of sex in the air, but aside from that, you might have thought that it was just an incredible dream.

It is nearly time for you to be to your first class of the year, and you almost overslept. As it is, you are going to be exhausted. You swing your legs out of bed and try to decide if you should just throw some clothes on and head to class or try to get cleaned up first.