To Dream (closed)

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"Oh, god, I hope it comes out," murmured Dr. Hall as he gingerly, carefully, rinsed out the sweater. Cold water... cold water... he remembered, hoping not to damage the soft fabric. He looked at it, wondering, of all things, how could semen appear on her sweater. He thanked god for breakrooms -- he would tell her that he spilled tea on her sweater while she was sleeping. No, wait... tea is hot...

Lea had been assigned his graduate student for sleep research. More precisely, it was a theory of shared dreams he was studying. The idea that two people could indeed share a dream and experience it together.

But Lea was pretty. Dr. Hall held the wet sweater and looked at his softly sleeping subject. Callie's long ebony tresses covered part of her chest all the way down to her stomach, accentuating the smooth, supple skin around her shoulders and collar bone. Her professor would have remembered her wearing a modest sweater originally, but it was apparent that she had shed it sometime this evening and was now wearing a simple white tight fitting cami that hardly contained her full and firm 34C breasts. Her soft, rising, chest, and closed soft eyes hardly belied what had happened -- or what he thought had happened just before.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember. You know those dreams where you're nude and in front of strangers? Yes, Dr. Hall found himself this way, but hovering atop Lea somehow. Her body was outlined in a hazy divine brightness. Just looking at her, her body was soft, fragile, clothed just normally, with that sweater. He felt comfortable in her presence, and could not help but touch her face, stroking it, his fingers touching her cheek, then slowly drawing upon her lips. His body lowered down to lay atop her chest, straddling her bosom. She seemed not to note his weight, merely dream within a dream.

He could now feel her soft fuzzy sweater against the inside of his thighs. The light fabric caressed his skin unlike the wooly sweaters that he himself owned. Did Lea feel this soft inside? He caressed her cheek again.

As his body grew to sensuousness, he moved his hips back and forth, his tumescence growing, needing to feel her soft warmth, stimulated the by touch of the fabric. He caressed lightly her breasts, and they seemed to respond, as did her breathing.

His cock moved still further, touching her covered peaks, yet feeling her sensuousness underneath. He seemed larger than he thought he was. She seemed to stir, but not in an unkind way.

Oh, god, the dream was continuing. It was not unpleasant, not unwelcome at all.


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Dr. Hall had been Lea's favorite professor since he had convinced her her sophomore year to get into dream research. She stayed at the same university after graduating with her bachelor's to work on her master's with him. Lea had admired Dr. Hall and his work for quite some time, and now, a few semesters into her graduate studies, she was beginning to have feelings for him.

Lea always managed to hide her feelings - or at least he did to the best of her ability. She definitely didn't want it to interfere with their research. And who was she kidding? As if her professor ever thought of her that anyway..

Dr. Hall's area of experitse and Lea's thesis revolved around the sharing of dreams. Not the verbal sharing of dreams, say, after one has drempt, but actually experiencing the same dream at the same time. Of course, this research revolved heavily around admitting one's dreams which Lea has recently found to be a little.. well.. difficult.

The last few dreams Lea has had have been rather steamy.. sexual.. erotic - usually involving Dr. Hall. How was she supposed to explain that to her professor? What would he think of her? Lea was positive that they hadn't been sharing dreams since he had never said anything to her. Lea also knew she couldn't lie and say that she wasn't dreaming at all since their REM cycles were being monitored - but she did lie about the contents of her dreams.

Tonight she hoped it would be different. Lea hoped that tonight's induced sleep would provide less embarassing results - and hopefully finally be a linked dream. She entered the lab and had joked around with Dr. Hall as per normal before lying down on the hospital-like bed - several pills and injections later, Lea was in a deep sleep, hooked up to several bussing and whirring machines.

Then, another dream.. She could see herself lying in in bed, Dr. Hall hovering above her - nude. He reached down to touch her face lovingly, or so she drempt - his hand was soft and warm.. comforting. To Lea's surprise, Dr. Hall then lowered to straddle her, his generously sized manhood in full view. How she yearned for him to be inside of her..

Again, he caressed the side of her face, and Lea felt overcome with a feeling of arousal as Dr. Hall began to rub his length back and forth along her pale pink button-up sweater. His manhood teased the tips of her perky breasts, as did his hands - and if it was at all possible in this dreamstate of hers, she experienced orgasm. And not even from penetration! Lea watched in third person as her body stirred beneath his, writhing sleepily in pleasure.

Dr. Hall continued to molest Lea's breasts and her sweater - she felt that peaking pleasure again and just as she thought she was going to experience another in-dream orgasm, Dr. Hall released instead - all over that little pink sweater. Lea was mortified, but only for a moment before she drifted off, out of her dream, into a deep, peaceful sleep.

 

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Dr. Hall stood in the bathroom and held the pink sweater in his hands. It was lovely. Perfect. His evidence had entirely disappeared, and the sweater looked better than before. He caressed it. Smoothed it. He felt its warmth in his hands. He held its perfect figure against his body. He turned his head to see Lea there on the sofa, breathing perfectly. Normally, on the sofa. He saw her pink breasts rise, up and down. And there *he* was. He too, could see himself, third person, stradding her beautiful body. His penis going back and forth over her warm flesh.

And did she yearn for him to feel her even more? His head was still turned, but then he felt... he felt a soft wetness engulf his thighs. He could not turn his head... why? Because he had to watch himself fuck her breasts? Because he was feeling her start to take him? Or was it some fear of what he would see if he turned to face the pleasure that slid wet and warm, tight and insistant around his cock. Lea's body writhed, sleepily in pleasure. But part of her, all moist and wet, was becoming aroused. Waking up to definite desires.


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[MissMarbles]

The last few moments of Lea's sleep was dreamless - but in those last few seconds of nothingness before she awoke, Lea felt.. pressure. She felt a pressure as if someone were sitting on her abdomen. Then, there were those first couple seconds of groggy wakening and she could still feel the pressure - but that wasn't all she felt. As Lea continued to gain further conciousness she saw - and realized - that the mysterious pressure was Dr. Hall, sitting on her abdomen! And.. well.. It was pretty obvious that he was fucking her pert, naked breasts.

Lea's eyes widened, but she remained silent as she watched her professor ride her chest mindlessly. He hadn't noticed she had woken up - but, certainly, this was another one of her dreams right? No, no.. This was far too real. She could feel her cheeks flush - and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off of his molesting member as she spoke.

"Dr. Hall?" she peeped, becoming more and more aroused with every thrust of his hips. This was wrong.. and Lea knew that, but.. She was enjoying it, to say the least.

 

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"Dr. Hall?"

"Lea? Are you alright?" Dr. Hall was indeed hovering over Lea. Except that he was more standing, leaning over and looking down at his subject. "We're done for the afternoon now, and you can go home." He removed the electrodes from Lea's forehead, and retrieved her sweater. It was perfectly comfortable. No sign of wetness or... any other incident at all.

When she left the office, the door closed abruptly behind her. The hall seemed to stretch before her, an endless procession of anonymous wooden doors. Were she to turn around, she would have seen the same happen to the door she left Dr. Hall's office from. As she proceeded to walk, she could slowly see an elevator in the distance. But she was feeling something else as well. The pink sweater was damp, warm. It embraced her body, gradually moistening the thin white cami underneath. As she moved, it slid against her skin, rubbing against her chest, caressing her back, sliding against her bottom. It was as if she was minimally clad, nothing underneath, as she could feel the cloth wrap her, embrace her, silkily across her breasts, cupping them, squeezing her nipples. Pressing against her stomach, sliding down her mons, against her pussy. Lightly rubbing across her clitoris, into her slit, up and down, up and down.

The elevator came closer. It stopped on her floor.


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