Yes, but... (Dream Ending)

Cassie grunted and groaned like a lowly slut as she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax, knowing Fonzie was about to blow as well. At any second, she was going to feel hot, thick semen deep inside her womb, and it made her body hotter just thinking about it. She shut her eyes and grit her teeth, feeling the climax about to hit…

…and then felt her upper body jolt up, nothing keeping her pinned down any further. At first she thought that she must have phased straight through Tammy, but when she opened her eyes, the mobster was nowhere to be seen. In fact, looking around, all that she saw was her bedroom, dimly lit by a streetlight peeking around her curtains.

The young blonde panted hard, brushing her messy hair out of her eyes and wiping the sweat from her forehead as she tried to calm herself. The whole thing had been a dream, and quite a vivid one at that. She never went to Fonzie’s place, and she and Olette had never broken up. In fact, looking across the room at her calendar, she immediately recognized the date: One week before her and O’s wedding.

Cassie sighed hard, letting herself flop back down onto her pillows. The fact that she hadn’t actually allowed herself to be so brutally taken by Alfonso immediately filled her with relief. And yet, as she shifted under her sheets, she couldn’t help but feel a moistness. Her eye twitching, she reached down under her pyjama bottoms and gave herself a cursory feel, immediately recognizing that she had orgasmed in her PJs. And worse, she’d had a wet dream about Fonzie, her arch-nemesis, and the woman responsible for her mother’s disappearance when she was 5 years old, taking her virginity.

“... … …Oh dear God, Sigmund Freud must be having a field day at this…!” Cassie moaned, grabbing hold of a pillow and slamming it into her own face.