Rima could feel her eyes slowly drifting closed. Her breath was slowing, and her thoughts were muddling. Briefly, she wondered if there had been something in the lemonade Tadase had given her. Because she was so exhausted, it took her a second to notice the hand on her stomach. Rima smiled, imagining it was her best friend here and not just an over exhausted dream.
The hand moved up, rubbing tantalizingly close to the edge of Rima's bra. She could feel the fingers peeking one at a time under the elastic of its end. After all the fingers had taken a turn, the hand moved away. Rima moaned at the loss of contact.
Then the hand was back on her stomach. This time, it moved downwards. It came to the edge of her plaid skirt and Rima whimpered. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle it if the hand did the same there as it had done to her bra.
Fortunately, the hand changed tactics. Instead of slipping a finger in one by one, Rima's dream girl pushed her whole hand into Rima's skirt. It moved to Rima's panties, rubbing them like it had rubbed her stomach.
"Rima," a voice murmured. Rima moaned at the voice. "Rima, I just got back from the store. I got some new toys I'd like to try out. Will you help me?"
Rima wondered when her dreams had gotten so good at begging. All she could do was moan and hope that her consent was implied.
The hand on her panties tightened, digging two of the fingers into Rima's vagina. Rima cried out, throwing her head back and thrusting her hips into the hand. Her dreams had never gone this far before, she wasn't sure how to respond. Lost in a sea of stimulation, Rima threw pride to the wind and followed her instincts.
"M-more! More!" she begged. The voice chuckled. The hand moved away from her panties, nearly making Rima sob. Luckily the hand was back a second later at her pantie's elastic, stretching it and tugging gently. Rima moaned again as she realized the hand's intention.
It was going to take her panties off.
Rima's eyes flew open, her breathing racing with her heartbeat. When the sleep left her eyes and she could see correctly, Rima realized that the dim shape standing over her was her best friend, Amu.
The best friend she'd just had the best wet dream about.
"A-amu!" Rima cried. She took a second to desperately review everything anyone had ever told her about her sleeping habits.
"Wow, Rima! You're really loud in bed! I feel like your dream's being narrated!"
Rima wished she could die. "How…how long have you been standing there, Amu?" she asked nervously.
Amu smiled mysteriously. Rima wondered if she knew that it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
"Long enough," Amu purred. "Has someone been having wet dreams?"
Rima blushed, sitting up straight and waving her arms around frantically. "Oh! Well…um…you know, it's perfectly normal to…that is…as a teenager…yeah!"
Amu smiled again, then leaned in closer to Rima. She pinned Rima's wind milling hands to the bed, and then moved in closer so her nose was touching Rima's.
"Looks like you woke up before it was done." Rima blushed even harder, looking anywhere Amu's tantalizing lips.
They moved closer.
"I can help, you know. I'm sure it's painful; waking up before you've finished. Let me help you out."
The lips moved so they were brushing Rima's cheek.
"I can make all your worries go away."
"But…" Rima whimpered. "But how can that happen? We're both girls!" There was a hand on Rima's stomach again, but this time it was real and it was Amu's.
"A-amu!"
"Shhh. I told you, just let me take care of everything. Lie down. I'll do everything."
Rima leaned back on her bed. Amu crawled on top of her, then sat down so she was straddling Rima's waist.
And then they had sex.