He shifted in his sleep, groaning softly. It happened every night now, the same dream that had been haunting his slumber and occupying more and more of his awake moments. It always started the same way too. He'd be sleeping soundly in bed, just as he was now when your voice would call out to him, your tone soft, seductive, teasing almost. "Shoichi…Shoichi," you called out softly, just loud enough for your voice to rouse him from his sleep. His eyes drifted up and he blinked several times groggily. He squinted, his vision blurry without his glasses. He could just make out your figure at the end of his bed. What he could make out made it quite clear that you were quite beautiful and very scantily clad. He jumped a bit, sitting straight up with a squeak and fumbling for his glasses.

He slipped his glasses on, everything coming into focus almost immediately. He looked around, his gaze stopping at you as he stared wide-eyed at you. You smiled down at him from where you stood at the foot of his bed, your voluptuous figure wrapped in a see-through black lace dolly. He could see everything, from the full swell of your breasts to the rich raspberry color of your nipples to the lacy black underwear you wore underneath the lingerie. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed, waiting a second before reopening them. You were still there, gazing down at him with hungry looking eyes. No, no, this had to be a dream. First off, he was a computer nerd. Beautiful girls did not just pop into his room to seduce him. Secondly, he didn't even know you.

"Who are you?" he stammered out, unable to tear his eyes away from you. "What…what are you doing here? How'd you get in?"

You sighed lightly, your eyes turning sad for a moment. You put a knee on his bed, bending over to put your hands down outside his spread out legs before bringing the other knee up so that you were on all fours on the bed, giving him a spectacular view of your cleavage above the deep cut vee of your nightie. You crawled towards him slowly and he was mesmerized by the swaying of your hips, the way your body dipped and moved as you made your way towards him like a hungry lion tracking its prey. And he'd never been happier to feel like prey.

You made your way to the apex of his legs, leaning up to run your hands up his chest and around his neck. "Shoichi, don't you know me?" you whispered, your expression sad as you stroked a path from his neck all along his jaw line with your fingers. He shook his head frantically and you lowered your eyes, your eyes glassy as if you were about to cry. He felt horrible, wanting nothing more than to say that he did know you so that he'd see that pretty smile of yours again, so that you wouldn't look so sad. But he couldn't lie about something like that. He really didn't have any clue to who you were.

"But Sho-chan…I'm yours, don't you see? You called me here, didn't you?"

Shoichi had to pause for a moment, thinking hard. He still had no idea who you were or why you'd think you were his (much less want to be his when you must have had so many better options than a skinny little nerd), but something was whispering in the back of his mind, much too low for him to really hear it but he had the funny feeling that somehow, he had called you. He didn't know he'd been doing it, but he'd called for you, needing, without even knowing it, his other half, needing the feeling of being complete. But he didn't know how to put that into words, not that he probably would've been able to speak, considering the fact that his body was tense, his penis rock hard from the sight of your mostly naked body and the feel of you pressing against him. He knew you had to feel it, considering the fact that you were sitting in his lap and his erection was pushing up against your thigh.

So he just nodded, deciding that that was the right move when he saw your mouth curve up in a smile. You nodded back slightly, winding your arms back around his neck as you leaned in to whisper your next question. "That's good Sho-chan. I guess though, from the way things have been going, that you don't remember what you called me here for?" Shoichi shook his head guiltily. You still smiled at him though, your warm breath fanning the skin on his neck as you spoke, causing his skin to tingle and prickle. "You called me here to help you remember. Do you want me to make you remember Shoichi?" you asked, your lips brushing his earlobe as you let the tip of your tongue trace the soft curve of his lower ear before you lightly tugged his earlobe with your teeth. He let out a shuddering gasp, his body tightening, and the throbbing in his lower region growing stronger. He wanted you that was for sure.

"What was that Sho?" you asked teasingly in between light, feather-soft kisses along his jaw line.

"Yes," he gasped out, giving you what you wanted, all too happy to let you have control if it meant that he got what he so badly wanted.

Again, it seemed like the right move. "That's a good boy. You should really answer people when they ask you a question," you admonished him lightly as you shifted your body to straddle him, a knee on either side of his hips. He nodded again, watching you, his gaze drifting from your face to your body, his face flushed pink. Your hands were wrapped around his neck while his were on the bed. He wasn't sure quite what to do with them, what you wanted him to do with them or what you'd let him do with them.

"Do you want to touch me, Sho?" you asked him, tilting your head to brush a light kiss along his lips. He pressed his lips forward to return the kiss a second too late. Instead he nodded, before rethinking that action and adding a verbal confirmation. "Yes." You smiled down at him, letting your hands leave his neck, caressing their way down his arms before grabbing a hold of his hands and bringing them up to your waist. He marveled at the soft coarseness of the lace, the warmth of your skin evident beneath the fabric. He wasn't sure of what to do so he left his hands on your waist, letting you take the lead as you seemed confident, sure of what to do.

You brought your lips up to brush against his again and this time he kissed back in time. You kissed as confidently as you had done everything else so far, taking the lead. Your mouth worked on his, finding the right angle, your lips slightly parted and the kiss soft and deep. His brain was shutting down rapidly; he seemed unable to think of anything but your lips and body, of his body and the aching in his groin. Your hands dropped from his, coming up to run through his hair as you broke the kiss. You smirked before kissing him again, harder this time. Your tongue licked his lip, darting into his open mouth. He reacted the best he knew how. He'd never French kissed before and he was worried about whether he was messing it up. He brought his tongue up to dance with yours, following your lead as your tongue darted around his, moaning as you sucked lightly on his tongue. You broke away too soon for his liking, though he began not to mind too much as you pulled away a bit, your hands going to the hem of your nightdress. He dropped his hands, staring open mouthed as you pulled the dolly up and over your head, exposing your high, full breasts with their pebbled nipples to him, your slender waist and soft, silky skin. You looked at him, eyes hungry again.

"Touch me Sho," you begged quietly, leaning back in to plant another gentle, light kiss on his lips. Your mouth brushed over his cheeks, leaving light pecks as you went. He moaned again, obeying your order quickly, bringing his hands back to your waist. Your skin was as velvety soft as it looked and he enjoyed the feeling of just holding you for a second. To be honest, he wasn't sure what to do. You kissed your way down to his neck, leaving a few damp open-mouthed kisses there before you started to suck and nibble at his flesh. Your actions seemed to spur him into motion and his hands came nervously up to cup your breasts, his breath hitching in his chest at how impossible this seemed and how good he felt. Your tongue licked a tender spot on his neck where you had just been nibbling, a sort of reward for good behavior he thought. His hands started to move, moving and kneading your breasts. He brought a thumb up and over, rubbing it against a taut nub and exalting in your tiny sigh of pleasure. He grew bolder, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it. You stopped your work on his neck now, sighing again and grinding your hips against his, eliciting a groan from him. Your back arched and you tilted your head back, giving him more room to maneuver.

He was still nervous, not wanting to fuck up when everything seemed to be going so well. His actions were uneasy and tentative as he brought his mouth down to capture a nipple, sucking on it before swirling his tongue around it. Your soft groan told him that he was on the right path and he began kneading and teasing the other breast with his fingers while sucking and nibbling at the other one. He switched breasts, lavishing the other one with attention as well. Your hands came to pool at his hips, grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and tugging upwards gently. He pulled back, allowing you to pull the t-shirt up and off of him. Before he could return to what he had been doing though you'd pushed him playfully backwards so that he was lying on the bed.

He stared up at you as you straddled him, grinding your hips harder into him, making him close his eyes with a groan. God, he was more turned on than he ever remembered being. He opened his eyes a crack as he felt you trail your fingernails rake over his chest and down his stomach. You leaned over to drop a brief kiss on his lips before your mouth continued its journey towards, brushing over his jaw and his neck as you left open mouthed kisses along his collarbone and down over his chest and stomach. When you got to the top of his boxers, you smiled impishly up at him as your hand came to cover the bulge in his underwear. You wrapped your hand around his cotton clad member, running your hand tantalizingly slow up and down the length of his penis. He tried to stifle a groan, sounding choked as your hand left its position. Thankfully, a second later he felt your hands grasp the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. He lifted his hips to allow the fabric to slide down easier, kicking the boxers off when they were far enough down.

You shifted again to sit beside him, bringing your hand back to stroke him. You hand traveled up and down the full length of his erect penis, fingers circling his head before you closed your hand around him again, beginning to pump him in earnest. He moaned, bucking his hips upwards. You were so good at that, knowing how firmly to stroke without him even having to help you find a pace, which most of the guys in the locker room said they had to do with their girlfriend's. He wondered briefly where you'd learned all this, the thought of some other guy under you inciting a brief sparking of anger, before the mounting pleasure took over his brain once more, making everything else unimportant.

The pressure of your hand disappeared, replaced a moment later by the warmth of your breath tickling the tip of his member. Your tongue came out, sandpaper soft, licking slowly up his shaft, making circles around his head before taking the tip of him into your mouth before letting it pop out again. Your hand came up to stroke him again as your mouth covered the tip of his penis again. You took him farther into your mouth, going as far down as you could before you brought your mouth back to his tip, your hands pumping him through all of this. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his breath coming hoarse and ragged as you bobbed your head in a steady rhythm, the feel of your wet mouth covering him, your tongue swirling around him was heavenly. Within minutes he was so close to coming, something you seemed to sense.

You slid your mouth up him one last time before you lifted your head from his lap, sitting up. His eyes snapped open to watch you, wondering what you were doing. He'd been so close when you'd stopped and he wanted nothing more than for you to finish him off. This was torture but at the same time he wondered what you would do next. Your hand left him as well, coming to rest with the other one on your hips, both of them coming to grasp the top of your lacy underwear. The thin black fabric slid over your hips, over your shapely bottom, and down your legs, his wide eyes following their path as they joined the rest of the clothes strewn around on the bed and the floor. Your hands came up to his chest as you swung a leg over him, straddling him again. You hovered slightly above him, the only contact you had being your hands on his chest.

"Do you want me Shoichi?" you asked playfully and he knew you were waiting for an answer before you'd continue. He groaned. He was so hard, so turned on, and so close to coming that it was physically painful. He wanted you, oh fuck, yes. He nodded frantically. He seemed unable to speak, all that came out of his mouth whenever he tried to speak was groaning or grunting. You seemed to accept his nod this time though and he had to wonder if that was because you were as turned on as he was. Your hand found him again, stroking him lightly as you guided him to your entrance. You bore down slightly, his tip breaking through just inside you. He gasped, the completely new feeling of your wet pussy stretching around him overwhelming. You continued pushing downwards slowly, taking more and more of him into you until you were sitting on his lap, him buried deep inside you. You ground your hips forwards, your clit skating across his skin, and he moaned loudly, not worried about waking anyone else for some reason. You grinned, pleased with his reaction.

Rising upwards slightly, you let a few inches slid out of you before plunging back down to wrap him inside you again. Your body continued its rising and falling motion, your pace fast as you rode him hard. You felt so good, so tight around him and the sight of your body working as you fucked him, hips pumping and breasts bouncing, your head thrown back in ecstasy was incredible. He'd never felt anything like this before and he never wanted it to end. But his muscles were tensing more and more, his fingers fisted in his bed-sheets. He tried to stop what he knew was happening, focusing on cheat sheets for video games or science formulas. His eyes shut as he tried to concentrate firmly on something nonsexual while you moaned above him, pausing in your ministrations to take him as deep inside you as he'd fit, your hips bucking slightly causing the barest minimum of friction. Oh fuck, he thought as your actions wiped calculus out of his mind and releasing the building pressure in his body as he came, shooting warm, wet bursts of semen into you.

With a groan the real Shoichi Irie woke up, his sheets and boxers damp and sticky with come. His hand went to his head, running through his hair. He'd been having that dream for a week now and it always stopped in the same place, it always took the same path. He didn't know how to stop it either, wasn't sure he wanted to stop it. He glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand, the red lines forming the numbers three forty five. He sighed, sitting up and swinging his feet to the floor. He needed to clean up and change the sheets or his sister would have a field day with this one when she woke him up tomorrow. She'd already been making teasing comments about how much he'd been moaning at night.

Thousands of miles away, you woke with a start in the warm Italian night, soaking wet and impossibly turned on from the recurring dream that had been visiting you every night for a week. A very sexy dream about you and a red-headed Japanese boy. You didn't get the dream at all, how you would be in his room and automatically know him, being impossibly bold as you seduced him. You weren't a push over but you sure weren't that bold and on top of that, you didn't know the boy at all. He wasn't vaguely familiar and after the dream ended, you couldn't even remember his name. You moaned, your hands drifting down over your body, which was demanding its satisfaction. With a low chuckle, a thought popped into your head. Maybe if you were lucky, you might meet your mystery man on your trip to Japan next week.