For those who don't know, this is actually a revamp of a story I made about two years ago. I reread it and found a lot of things just somewhat cringy but it was still very entertaining. Yet I decided to remake it- I haven't decided everything on how I wanted to remake it but there are definite differences. The past main character was 16 now he being 18, the setting will be more mature as well. The style I've decided to write it includes lots of monologue and descriptive views from the characters.

Also there is no need to read the original as it was only 5 chapters long and I plan to make everything completely different to an extent.

You know there are many things that can ruin a weekend right? Well then, what would you classify a random woman asleep, appearing before you from nowhere as you wake up? Did I mention that she was very attractive? How did I react? Simple. I grabbed her chest.

Maybe that was a bit too sudden, perhaps I should start from the beginning.

A Friday night like any other. All of my studies done and trying to find comfort in video games. Now what did I decide to play that night? The game that everyone knows, many love, many hate, many indifferent- Minecraft. I've just recently turned 18 and why am I playing a game that many would call simplistic at best? True- I play many other more games from shooters to RPGs, favorites include Skyrim and Fallout, most Bethesda games in that regard. Yet I think I'm straying off, in any case.

I played it simply because I had come across a new update for it, thinking there'd be new content to the game I played many times along with friends back in junior high and even high school, I simply decided to try it out. The game ran flawlessly- a bunch of new features catching my attention for more than a few hours. During the game I remembered everything, all these tricks and techniques to survive in the world. I admit I felt somewhat silly playing a game that many would say only kids play. Yet I was still very much entertained, I wasn't a bigot- I'd at least decide for myself what I think is bad and not.

Oh dear god I ramble so much, I should try and fix that habit.

An unmodded Minecraft, as fun as it was gets stale quickly even I knew that. I was thinking of getting some high resolution shaders, perhaps a few more aesthetic mods. I didn't get to do any of that. I simply clicked single player but as I exited thinking of creating a new world with a strange seed name, I saw the multiplayer button flashing- I thought it as a strange new feature so I clicked it. It brought me to the direct connect page with an IP already input, despite the strange maybe even malicious looking address I thought to myself-

Why not? What's the worst that could happen?

Yet everyone knows that something usually occurs after a thought like that- at least most of the time it's jinxed to be that way.

Just as I clicked the connect button, I could see a bright flash of lightning struck the nearby transformer of the utility pole outside my apartment building. After I heard the short follow of thunder, it was up to me to count the few moments where everything would still be lit up, it wasn't long. Maybe only a couple of seconds before I was covered in pitch darkness, the screen connected to my desktop dead. I sighed pulling out my phone, which being my only light source as I checked the time. Just a little over 12 AM. I didn't like sleeping early on weekends but without power or internet I found it useless to sit on my ass staring at a dark screen surrounded by the blackness itself save for the outer lights of the window. Thus I easily found my way to my bed shrugging off the sheets and laying down, there wasn't a need for a blanket, it was cold enough in the room but not cold enough to make me freeze. I set my phone down on the bedside table, lying on my side closing my eyes with a troubled sigh. It didn't take long to fall asleep at all, maybe I was really tired?

Good Morning! At least that's what I would think if I was fond of waking up so early. I could see the light orange beams of morning projecting itself into the room painting it a very pleasant hue. I sluggishly reached for my phone on the table checking the time - 6:37 AM.

Christ why did I wake up so early without an alarm?

I turned off my phone and was just about to put it down but my reflection across the phone's black screen. It wasn't my reflection itself that caught my attention but the surroundings behind me projected. I slowly turned around and found something very peculiar... A woman. Young with very pale but supple looking skin, soft looking lips with a cute button nose, long eye lashes adorned her closed eyes, and head of silky hair adorned her head- the color of the fall leaves this season or auburn. In short- she was gorgeous. I don't think I've ever woken up to such a beautiful sight...

I was stunned, only with the moderate idea that I was still asleep, yet the familiarity of my surroundings felt so real. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander more- She looked somewhat small or on the petite side, her slim figure hidden underneath by a strange looking dress, the color was of a green variant but the cloth looked strange, a material woven that I can't recognize as cotton or silk. It hugged her body like a nightgown, pooling around her like liquid silk, and the patterns of her dress strange as it meshed into a river of dark and light greens yet had a peculiar sheen as light hit it. It covered her body and arms, but the garment stopped right before anything important would be in view leaving her shapely porcelain like legs clad in soft looking thigh highs that wrapped around her legs smoothly that was a darker variant of the green color of her dress.

She wore a hooded cloak or a mantle around her shoulders that matched the color pattern of her dress as well, it made me somewhat saddened that her shoulders weren't in my view, though one thing struck me was that her article of clothing was very obscure or it looked like clothes that didn't match this century or maybe even this era. Regardless, I couldn't help but have a dark thought pop up here and there- like the wonder if she wore anything to cover her nethers under her clothing as I wasn't able to see it from where I was. As I looked at her legs ironically she shuffled, her legs rubbing against each other sensually keeping whatever I might see hidden yet still giving me enough of a treat that I didn't mind.

This had to be a dream.

The seam of her shallow neckline caught my eye, her collar bone very visible to me as I found my site wandering down to her modest looking chest. I say modest because there seemed to be size there and regardless it isn't polite to judge a woman by her breasts alone. Her legs were definitely making up for anything lacking in her chest but you could never judge bust fully without seeing the woman without her brassiere off.

Christ, what am I thinking about at this time?

In any case the more everything became apparent to me the more I had to find out if any of this was real... Well because if it wasn't real then this is just a VERY attractive dream.

Thus- I let my hand wander, my fingers tracing just at the side of her waist moving up and resting my palm on her chest. She shuffled slightly- I didn't move as she did so it seemed she calmed down but her expression of calm changed slightly with her cheeks showing a tinge of rose. It wasn't until I was pressing my hand against her chest that I could feel the soft resistance of her breast- even the perk of something else, was she not wearing a bra? I think that from the judge of the total space my hand would occupy she was a B cup or a small C cup even- at least from experience...

Now, if this is a dream, I'd be able to do this without any repercussions! The erotic fantasies that could ensue from this dream! - Uh oh.

That's when I noticed her eyes fluttering slowly, half lost as if waking up from a vivid dream. Her eyes were a very brilliant color of amber nearly matching her hair. Her eyes pulled me in as they stared back at me. Now perhaps this would be a romantic moment- If I had not been touching her breast. Though I'd like to add I was groping her in a very soft and gentlemanly manner…

Alright I get that it doesn't excuse me from being accused of sexual assault but I'd at least like to testify it wasn't forceful.

Though that didn't matter because now her eyes began to wander, following my arm as to where my hand lay. I think the way her eyes widened and a flush spread across her face was a sign that I should let go. Another good sign was the way I was briskly shoved off my bed before I could even say anything or react.

Also again: You're not required to even know the original story as this will be completely different in a lot of regards.