As Alisa was basically dry humping me under the covers, this made my pelvic area poke out. I was hoping and praying she wouldn't noticed but- Shit!
"Lars?" She stopped her activity.
Oh shit here it comes. This is going to be so weird.
She didn't say anything. She just looked down and giggled. I wonder if the alcohol still had an affect on her or if she actually knew what she's doing. I wrapped my arms around her as she continued to rub her clothed body against me. Her intimate area was literally rubbing against my manhood. She went up and down. Hard and slow. I began to hear the raindrops trickle on the window nearby. That wasn't going to be the only storm about to erupt.
After a few more minutes, I felt myself going damn near crazy. Alisa then did the unthinkable. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. She brought her body closer and ran her hands down my chest. I was now getting triple the pleasure with her kissing me, humping me, and feeling my chest. I feel like if I didn't handle her soon, I was going to go mad.
I reluctantly kissed her back. I couldn't help it anymore. Her warm and soft lips made me feel so good. But a part of me still felt it was wrong. I felt like I was taking advantage of her. And she herself was not making it any better. She got on top of me slid down to my boxers.
Oh no, no, no. She can not be serious.
She fanned her long fingers against the large bulge. She gently ran her nails up and down the shaft. Why can't is she doing this? Why now?
Alisa finally pulled down my gray boxers and revealed what was the hard bulge in my pants. Does she even know what she's doing? She held the base with both of her hands and began to move them up and down the length of my penis. She went up, did a twirl with her fingers and went back down again. She continued this until I started to do a low moan. She giggled at the sounds of pleasure I was making. What is with her and all this giggling? Was she finding this funny? Because I'm about to die.
She was now doing soft pumps around the base. She kept running her hands just up and down the length. She started to moan and groan as well as she did this. I still don't know what the hell was going on but the pleasure kept making me for get. She continued to do this little routine until I shot my load.
I ended with a low moan and a deep breath. She took a moment and sat there. It was a long steady pause. As if she froze. I wonder if she's regretting what she just did. That doesn't seem like something Alisa would do at all. I heard her suck her teeth. Then in one fluid motion, she jumped back under the covers and went to sleep. As if nothing just happened. I sat there dumbfounded as the thunderstorm outside began to sound.
What just happened?
Hopefully this was all a dream and will not be remembered tomorrow. Mostly by me. I didn't say anything else to her. I knew she was fast asleep and plus that was a very interesting moment. After that I suddenly didn't even feel tired. I just relaxed and closed my eyes until the sun came up.
I woke up feeling groggy. The sun beamed through the window and the birds chirped. Kind of hard to believe there was a thunderstorm last night. I turned to my right and there was Alisa.
She was still sleep with her hands under the pillow and facing me. Her shirt still covered her whole body and she looked peaceful. Was it a dream? Or was it real? Maybe I shouldn't mention it when she wakes up. If she doesn't mention it first, then I'll know.
The more I stared at her, the less believable it became. Her hair wasn't as messy as last night and her face doesn't look flushed or anything. She looked so pretty as she slept. The way her body occasionally swayed. The way the morning sun shined on her. Hard to believe a she would do that. Picture a cute puppy that just tore up your room. You can't stay mad at them.
I got out the bed gently and quietly, trying not to wake her up. I made my way to the restroom to take a shower. While the warm water hit my skin. I still couldn't stop thinking about this. Alisa is like a best friend to me, almost like a sister. It like I feel weird but it also felt so good when she had her hand wrapped around my- I should probably stop. What makes it worse is that even though I thought of her as mostly a bestfriend, I potentially had a wet dream about. The thought of this made me scrub harder in the shower.
I felt so wrong. I hope it was real so at least I don't have to explain to myself why I had a sex dream about her. But it just seemed so...Real
Once I was done showering. I dried myself off and changed into something comfortable and casual. I went back in my room and saw that Alisa was gone. Oh she's awake, I see. I went downstairs and saw her in the kitchen. Before I could even bring one step in she jumped up in front of me, scaring the life out of me.
"Hi Lars!" She beamed loudly.
I did a small jump. "Oh. Good morning, Alisa." I said nervously.
She smiled at me for a few moments and turned back around. I sat at the kitchen table. She turned back towards me.
"Here. I made you pancakes. I hope you don't mind. And don't worry I'll clean all this stuff up."
I was amazed how she did all of this so fast. I was only in the shower for about 10 minutes. It's like she had lighting speed. But I was still very flattered she made me breakfast.
"Oh that's okay, Alisa. I got it." I said assuring her.
"You seem a lot less cranky than last night. You must have had a good sleep I suppose."
"Uh yeah it was something.." I said taking a bite on my pancake. It was so warm and fluffy. It was really good. I didn't even know Alisa could cook. I'm guessing she had to learn how, living with her father and all.
"How is it?" She asked watching me eat.
"It's really good. I didn't know you had it in you." I couldn't even bear to make eye contact with her.
"Well I'd say there is quite a bit you don't know about me. For starters, I finally drive myself around. Not that I particularly need it." She said pointing to her back where she sprouts jet wings at any giving moment.
"Oh I didn't know that. You really have changed."
After a few moments of silence, I finally spoke again. "Alisa. How was your sleep?"
She took a few seconds to respond. "Oh my sleep was fabulous. I believe I slept like a newborn baby. I told you I sleep better with someone in the room with me. I don't remember sleeping like that during a thunderstorm in a long time."
I gulped down hard. "And did you have any dreams or.."
She looked up and thought. "No. I don't think so. If I did I would most definitely loved to share you the information." She sipped her orange juice. "Did you have any dreams you'd like to discuss-"
"No!" I said a bit too quickly. I practically jumped out of my skin. My abrupt answer made her jump a bit. She looked at me with a somewhat confused look. The room filled with silence once again. Alisa giggled and got up.
"Well I'm going to change my clothes. Where do you want me to your shirt?"
"Oh you can just lay it on my bed. I got it."
With that being said, she turned around and went upstairs. So I guess it was all a dream. But..what does this mean now?
I'm not saying it was all a dream but I'm also not saying it wasn't. Could still be a possibility Alisa did that..Find out soon.