Sweet Dreams: Part 5

The Light From Yonder Window Breaks: Brandon and Jeannette return to school to deal with the Sandy situation.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The Siren Starts To Sing.

Brandon entered school with a smile on his face. Even though it was a Monday morning, the day before has been extremely relaxing, and rejuvenated him. He had been able to spend a restful day with his family and the girl he loved with all his heart, and nothing was going to sour the mood he was in. Jeannette greeted him sweetly as he left his locker, and her mood seemed to be as calm and peaceful as his was.

As they turned a corner, they saw Sandy walking towards them, but even that couldn’t take Brandon out of his euphoria. He smiled and waved, and she waved back. Jeannette glanced at him, a little unsure if everything was really as it seemed, but when he glanced down at her, her face relaxed, as she apparently saw that he wasn’t just faking his mood. On Saturday night, they had been doing some research on fulfilling one of Sandy’s fantasies, and hopefully dissuading her from her apparent crush on Brandon, after they had first achieved one of her dreams late the week before. However, the plan had backfired, and they had prematurely succeeded in executing her wish, with Brandon again being the person that was the focus of that desire. It had led to a slight crisis of confidence for Jeannette, but Brandon was still confident that they could find a solution to the problem.

Sandy was wearing a pleated tartan skirt with a soft white sweater, both of which accentuated her figure perfectly. He almost wondered how she didn’t freeze in the brisk air on the way to school that morning, but then again, the same girls who would always complain about being cold also seemed to be quite comfortable when wearing outfits that he thought would chill him to the bone. When Brandon smiled at her to say hello, she gave a little wave, and got an extra bit of bounce in her step. It gave Brandon the mental image of her in the classic pose of one arm across her stomach, her pinky finger of her other hand in her mouth, one leg turning in and out seductively as she turned it on her toes, her head was slightly bent down, eyeing him with barely restrained desire. He took Jeannette’s hand to gain skin to skin contact with her, so he could look at Sandy’s fantasies playing above her head, and as he had suspected, he was now the epicenter of every single one of her dreams.

Sandy’s eyes didn’t leave Brandon until they had passed on another, not even glancing at Jeannette at all, her sole focus was on him. Brandon squeezed Jeanette’s hand to reassure her, then they proceeded to class, and started their day. His mind was still trying to figure out how to redirect her attentions, but as he firmly believed it could be done, he wasn’t overly worried about it.

Just after lunch, Brandon walked into one of the few classes he didn’t share with Jeannette. As he walked in, he glanced up to see Sandy sitting in the front row, smiling at him. He smiled back, and her grin grew even wider, her whole face seemingly suffused with delight. Then she reached down, spread her legs slightly, and lifted the front of her skirt just enough to give him a view right up it. He was shocked to see her wearing a completely sheer light pink thong. He could see every detail of her, from the slightly swollen lips up to her mound. The color of the panties only accentuated her femininity, and made her look all the more alluring. In fact, they almost made everything easier to see. It would appear that the benefits of a rose tint did not just apply to glasses after all. A slight jolt went through Brandon’s mind, the equivalent to a minor orgasm, almost like the aftershock of an intense one.

What the hell was that? Jeannette questioned him through their mental link.

I think I just inadvertently fulfilled another fantasy for Sandy. She gave me an up-skirt as I walked into class. She is definitely embracing her exhibitionist tendencies. I just hope we can rein her in a little, I wouldn’t want her going around doing that to just anyone for the momentary thrill.

Well, she’s a big girl, she can do whatever she wants to fulfill her desires. I just want to make sure she doesn’t come after you. We need to find a way to set her up soon, as this seems to be escalating.

Well, I can handle it for now while we figure out a plan. Let’s talk about it when we get to your house later.

Fine. Just be careful.

Brandon had to admit he did have a bit of an ego boost from all this. Whereas before he was worried about what a girl might really think of him in an intimate situation, he did kind of enjoy being pursued. He had never had a girlfriend before Jeannette, and he had absolutely no experience with something like this. He was the consummately rejected one, the guy that the girls never thought was quite good enough. Now he had the girl of his dreams, the one who was his equal in every way, and here was one of the most popular girls in school, who was rather sexy herself, coming after him. It was too much to wrap his mind around, but he realized he was definitely enjoying it.

On their way out of the room, Sandy continued her teasing, and when he made to move past her, she bent over to grab something, intentionally thrusting her ass firmly into his crotch. She wiggled it a little slightly, not enough for anyone else to notice, but Brandon could definitely feel it swaying against him. She turned to him as she did it, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and she blew him a kiss with her lips.

He was careful not to mistakenly thrust into her, as he knew that would give her the wrong idea, but he also didn’t want to reject her fully and have her redirect her efforts to places where she may be taken advantage of. He just smiled at her and moved on as soon as he could. Jeannette caught up with him almost as soon as he was in the hallway, a look of deep concern furrowing her brow. He mentally told her not to worry, and that they would talk about it more later. He knew that telling her anything at this point would only unsettle her further, and he needed to have the time to talk to her and assuage her concerns fully when he finally gave her the details. She didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t answering all her questions, but she seemed to calm down a little when he promised he would be thorough in explaining it to her as soon as they left school.

Right before they left for the day, Sandy took her last opportunity to catch another thrill. As she passed him in the hallway, she made sure to slip between him and another student walking the other way, mashing her firm tits into his arm, and he could feel the hard nubs of her nipples as they crossed his skin. She then discreetly squeezed his ass as she moved around him. She turned back and gave him a little wink as she disappeared into the crowd, a playful grin on her face. She was taking every chance she could find to ensure he knew exactly how much she wanted him, and even the most oblivious guy would have been able to figure it out at that point. He was her target, and she was going to do everything in her power to demonstrate just how willing she was to have him.

Deeper Understanding.

Once they were at Jeannette’s house, and situated in her room, Brandon fulfilled his promise by telling Jeannette every detail of his interactions that day. Her frown deepened, and Brandon hoped it was from concentration, and not anger. However, he felt he owed her the truth.

“Honey, I have one other thing to admit to. I have to tell you, it has been a huge boost to my self-esteem to have someone pursuing me for once.” Her eyebrows raised, but she didn’t say anything. He knew he was digging a hole, but he at least wanted to be completely honest with her. “I’m not saying I want to do anything with her. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. However, until very recently I was the luckless loser who no one gave a second thought to. And her desire for me has helped push me past my earlier concern for being judged as inadequate by girls, and allowed me to realize how nice it is to be desirable and wanted. I would never have been in this position if not for you, and it is only your love and acceptance of me that has made me able to realize this. If not for you, I would have been scared out of my wits to have a girl that forward with me before. Now, I can almost laugh at it, as I have something so much better already a part of my life, and I’m truly with the person that satisfies me in every way.”

“Fine.” She replied, obviously not thrilled with his admission. “I don’t have to love it, but I can accept it, as long as you remember that you are with me first and foremost. Before I wasn’t jealous because I knew you would always be true to me, and I honestly believe you still will be, or else you wouldn’t have told me everything that happened today. Now, I’m more concerned that she will try to put you two in a position where she will force something to happen, and that in order not to hurt her, you will need to make a choice you would prefer not to make. I’m worried you will have to give in to her and do things you aren’t ready for or completely comfortable with just because you will always keep her best interests as your priority. I want to shift her attention to someone else as soon as I can, and I think I have a plan. I think we need to find a way for Ray to do a show for her alone. However, we are going to have to get her to help us entice Ray into being willing to do so. I was originally going to leave a note for Ray that was anonymous to have him watch her. Now, in order to have him open up, I think we may have to have her leave one for him requesting one. It’s going to be a fine line though, as we don’t want him to think he is being set up.”

“Well, what if we do both? How about we set up another show with her, and we can have both parties looking in? She already said she was willing to do it for another person, now we just need to do so, but with both groups there. It may not fulfill the underlying fantasy for her, but once we get them started, maybe it will meet one of Ray’s.”

“That may work. Let’s talk to Sandy about it tomorrow, and see if we can’t move things along. I’m not sure how long she will wait before she becomes even more overt, if that’s even possible.”

Brandon took Jeannette into his arms then, and just held her tight. He didn’t want to take the chance of her feeling unappreciated, or that his response to Sandy’s actions that day meant that he didn’t love her and her alone. She melted into his arms, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, and they sat like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence. He stoked her hair lovingly, enjoying the silkiness of her tresses, and the soft feel as he ran his fingers through it. She relaxed even more under his caresses, and sighed softly in contentment, a noise that Brandon had quickly learned to love hearing, and even more so, was thrilled to be able to coax out of her.

He started leaning down to lay them down on the bed, but she stiffened and stopped their descent. He pulled back and looked at her, confusion playing across his face.

She look back up at him, a seriousness in her eyes. “I don’t want to lay down quite yet. I want to go out for a bit first. Go down to my car and wait for me there, and warm it up for me, ok?”

Brandon was even more confused than before, and he was a little worried as well. How did they go from relaxing to this? However, he knew better than to press her, so he acquiesced, and walked down the stairs, grabbing her keys as he walked out to the car. A few minutes later, Jeannette appeared, wearing a long coat. She slid into her seat and without a word, and her hand went right for the shifter. Brandon stopped her hand before she could put the car in gear though, and he flipped up the jacket to reveal a sexy pleated skirt, and he was quite sure that the outfit was going to be consistent.

“No.” He looked at her with an even, level face. “I want you to go upstairs, get into some cozy peejays, and then we are going to curl up together.”

“Excuse me?”, she stared at him dumbfounded, and more than a little agitated. In fact, she seemed downright pissed off.

“Look, I don’t want you to think you have to constantly be doing things to make me desire you more. And you absolutely don’t need to try to be compete with Sandy to prove you are superior to her. You already are, in every conceivable way. You need to realize I love just you. While I adore the fact that you are so willing to do everything imaginable to make me want you, and keep our sex life exhilarating, I also know that most girls like to be appreciated with just spending time together. I don’t want you to think I just want you for the fantastic sex, and that if it somehow repeats itself, that I won’t find you desirable anymore. I want you to realize that spending time with you can be just as satisfying for me as all that. You don’t need to keep pushing the envelope.”

Her expression softened. “Look, Brandon, I simply love the fact that you are romantic, and thinking of me first. Most guys only think with their little head, whereas you are obviously at least making an attempt to think with your bigger one. However, sometimes I also like to allow my little button is doing all my thinking for me. I didn’t do all this for you, I did it for me too. I like the build-ups, I enjoy having you look at me like there is nothing else in the world that could take your attention away from me. I like the fact that such a caring man only has eyes for me, and that we can make each other feel this way. You also seem to forget that I am the daughter of a sex genie. I have been raised to know that sex is a natural extension of our love for each other, not something dirty or disgusting. I like exploring different facets of our inbuilt desires with one another, and figuring out what gives each of us the most pleasure. I enjoy connecting with you, both physically and mentally. Me wearing this is only a part of that. You obviously liked the show this afternoon, so I thought I’d give you one that you could act on.”

Brandon couldn’t disagree with that. He had done his due diligence to make sure his girlfriend wasn’t doing this for all the wrong reasons, and he wasn’t stupid enough to push it any further, because her intentions were the best possible ones. He turned the key off in the ignition, walked around the car, and opened the door for her, making the executive decision to stay in either way.

“Where were you planning on taking me?” He asked, hand outstretched.

She took it, and let him assist her out of the car. “Supermarket. It was going to be quite the little trip.”

“I’ll take a raincheck, that is something that might be fun in the future. For now, I think I want to be able to explore you at my leisure. The public tease can come some other time. Instead I will use that time to touch you more.”

“I think I can deal with that. However, I was trying to make it memorable for you as well. Access to there is about to be cut off for a few days you know.”

Brandon got a very confused look on his face, then revelation dawned on him. He pursed his lips in an “O”, and Jeannette laughed at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you stranded the entire time. I’m sure we can come up with a solution if you need a release. I don’t expect you to be able to go cold turkey after the last few weeks.”

Brandon smirked in reply. Going from nothing to sex almost daily with the woman of his dreams had certainly changed him in more ways than he had expected. He knew he could hold out though, he didn’t want to fall behind her in the count. Then he realized he had completely lost track of how many orgasms each of them had experienced, and that it really didn’t matter anymore. They just liked giving each other pleasure, and if they were both happy, it was pointless to care about it. Just in case though, he decided he would make sure she had more than enough to hold her over as well.

Brandon Takes The Lead.

He led her into the house and up the stairs, and finally into her room. He looked intently into her eyes, a serious expression on his face as he considered everything she meant to him. She returned his gaze evenly. She never seemed to be afraid of him, or what his evaluation of her was. She never backed down, self-assured as always, secure in who she was.

Brandon leaned in and gently kiss her lips, barely touching them before pulling away. Jeannette’s eyes closed, letting him take charge this time, and allowing her body to just focus on the moment. Brandon lightly ran his fingers through her impossibly soft silken hair, and she raised her chin slightly as his hand moved through its full length.

Brandon had an idea then, and quickly looked around. he covered her eyes for a moment and whispered for her to wait and hold still. Her head tilted down just barely in assent, and he went to the nightstand, opening it as quietly as he could. He smiled again when he beheld the wild and absurd assortment of toys and accessories Jeanette's mother had stocked in there for them when she had done some room modifications after they had first started dating.

He quickly found what he was searching for, and silently closed the drawer back up. He returned to Jeannette, and ran his fingers down her arms to let her know he had returned. She shuddered involuntarily at the light touch, but attempted to hold still, and Brandon knew he had chosen well. He raised the small strip of fabric and gently laid it across her eyes. He despised covering them, as they were so important to how he related to her. However, this was about her, not him, and he meant to ensure she got the most out of it. He finished tying the cloth, and debated the best next move. He quickly decided to leave her as is, as standing added the ability to touch anywhere on her body, whereas on the bed he would be limited.

He walked around her for a moment, just admiring her, and also helping to increase her suspense. He knew that any little touch would be amplified now, and he wanted to her built up gently. He leaned down, and lightly breathed over her wrist, and then moved up her forearm, just barely moving the dainty hairs that lightly covered her skin. Just before he got to where she had pushed up the sleeve of her sweater, she shuddered just a bit, but didn’t move beyond that, as she tried to keep her composure so Brandon could do as he pleased.

He continued over arm, and up her shoulder. He moved along her clavicle, and then when he got to the small indent in the center of her neck, he moved his lips really close to her skin, almost touching but never quite making contact. He was careful to make sure the warmth of his breath would be the only thing she would feel as he kept to a very shallow breathing to make the sensation as light as he could. He traced diagonally up her neck, getting all the way to the side just as he was underneath her most sensitive spot, the one that always got her passions enflamed the moment he would kiss it. He traced around the area in a circle, carefully regulating his breathing to ensure he didn’t blow any harder on that area and risk accelerating his slow buildup of her desire, but also giving the area around it the extra special attention that would slightly increase her passions and sensitivity.

He continued back up her neck then, then started tracing along her jawline. He rose up again when he got to the middle of her chin, and hovered just above her lips for a moment. Her lips trembled just slightly in anticipation and desire for him to kiss her, but he fought the temptation, and instead pulled back entirely. Her head just slightly followed his, and then almost imperceptibly moved to the left and the right, seeking out the soft caress of his breath on her skin.

He held back for a moment or two, and then quietly and slowly moved around to her side, trying not to disturb the air or make any noises to ensure he didn’t give his next move away. He moved in again at the top of her ear, and then followed it around and down, moving in just barely at her earlobe, his mouth less than a hair’s breadth away from her skin, hesitating there just a bit longer. Her breathing deepened just slightly, and he knew her mind was intently focused on the minute change in airflow, and that the anticipation of his touch was the only thing her brain desired at just that moment.

He pulled back again, and moved down and around her. Changing things up slightly, he lightly blew on the back of her knee, and he saw little tiny goosebumps start to appear there. He continued blowing as he moved up her thigh, keeping on the inside of her slightly parted legs. He stopped moving his head up when he got just above the hem of her short pleated skirt, but blew just a bit harder as he tilted his head up, his pursed lips directing a stream of air that continued to travel farther up her leg. He stopped before he got to the extremely sensitive area around the fascinating gap between her legs, and instead spun his head around quickly, and then blew again in a position mirrored to the other leg, and continued his traveling back down, completely avoiding the places that would have built her passions too rapidly for his purposes. He did notice that she had not matched Sandy’s outfit perfectly, as she had completely omitted her panties. He smiled around his pursed lips, as he knew he would definitely have to go grocery shopping with her someday soon. It seemed his excursions with her always ended up far more enjoyable than he could have ever hoped to have expected with a real live person, and not just a fantasy.

He passed her other knee, and proceeded down her toned calves. He gradually lessened the force of the soft jet of air he was exhaling as he ran out of skin, barely blowing at all once he finished. He stood up slowly, his back cracking slightly and giving him away, but he knew she was enjoying all this immensely, and that something so minor wouldn’t distract her pleasure.

He wanted to keep escalating, and not let her get bored or desensitized, so he moved behind her, and lightly traced the outline of her shoulder blade with a finger, just skimming the edges. When he got to the end, he turned back inward, and ran his fingers down her spine, just outside the ridges, and then moved slightly up and over the crest of her rear once he got low enough. Then he flattened out his hand, and ran the palm down the outside of her thigh, and he moved his body in closer to her as his hand descended. He put his head alongside hers, gently pressing. His other hand touched her other side as he moved in, and it ran around her belly, catching her in an embrace as his other hand reached as low as it could get.

He whispered softly into her ear, so quietly she would have to strain to hear, his lips just barely lifted from her skin, pushing her enhanced senses from the lack of sight to their limit. “Ready to move onto the bed?”

She nodded just slightly in reply, and he took her hand, and led her next to the bed. She walked more sure-footedly than he knew he would have. He realized she was entrusting herself completely to him, and marveled again at her ability to give herself absolutely and without fear. He turned her around, then gently pressed her down to the bed. He then turned her and laid her down completely on the extremely comfortable bed her mother had created for them. She didn’t even bother to straighten her skirt or sweater, but simply rocked her shoulders to get situated, then waited patiently for Brandon to continue.

Brandon laid down on his side next to her. He softly ran his fingers around her ear, and then across her cheek, and to her lips. She lightly kissed them when he lingered there for a moment, and then he proceeded down her chin, over the side of her neck, and then lightly down her arm, finishing by caressing his fingers over her upturned palms and fingers. Her fingers fidgeted a few times as he paused there for a brief moment, as they seemed to want to be able to hold his hand. He lifted away from her then, and waited a half a minute, allowing her senses to enhance themselves again while searching and waiting for a touch.

He looked up and down her body, wondering where to go next. Then he spied her nipples pointing prominently through her light sweater, which was thin enough he thought he could almost see through it. He lowered his head and kissed the one closest to him gently, and was rewarded with a gasp from his lover. He moved across and kissed the other one, this time encircling it with his lips, and sucking it in lightly for the briefest of seconds. She gasped again, and thrust her chest up into him, trying to make the momentary pleasures endure longer, but he pulled away farther than she could arch her back.

He made her wait even longer this time, acting as if he was punishing her for her movement. Then he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Should I stop now? We can’t have you losing control again, or I may just leave you here like this.” he teased her, knowing that would get the best reaction.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered back, “I’ll be good. It won’t happen again. Please, whatever you do, don’t stop. Don’t leave.”

Assured that he had her cooperation in their little game, he kissed her wrist slightly, seemingly going back a few steps of intimacy due to her disobedience. Then he tested her, and ran his tongue in a circle around her exposed belly button from where her soft sweater had ridden up. She moaned, but kept her cool even with his surprise attack, and he rewarded her with a lick at the top of her belly button, which made her purr with continued pleasure, and with the expectation of what she hoped were the forthcoming movements of his tongue much lower on her body.

He realized he was losing his patience a little as well, and was torturing himself almost as much as he was torturing her. He desired to pleasure her completely just as badly as she wanted him to. He decided to make this just a little easier for himself by giving himself a little better view. He lifted her sweater up and over her firm and beautiful tits, and allowing himself the ability to gaze at her very womanly and infinitely enticing assets. He knew she would expect him to go there first, as she would assume her feminine charms would be too much for him to withstand. Instead, he went to her feet, and removed the shoes and cute schoolgirl socks with ruffled tops she had been wearing.

He then bent over and nibbled the underside of her big toe, causing her to squirm and giggle as he tickled her feet. He pretended to be a puppy next, gently biting on her delicate toe, and swinging his head side to side as if it was a toy he was trying to take away. This elicited peals of laughter from Jeanette, and the playfulness they shared brought a grin to Brandon's face. He brought his fingers up and then began to fully tickle the underside of her foot, luckily pulling his face away just before her foot whipped by him in its endeavor to escape his clutches. Brandon loved the way her twisting caused her tits to jiggle and sway, and was momentarily captivated by their movements.

Her kicking also had the unintended consequence of flipping her skirt up, now giving him an unobstructed view of all of her most private areas. Her lower lips were already slightly parted, and there was a slight sheen of moisture as their game had already aroused her, her imagination going into overdrive due to the loss of her vision, and her anticipation filling in the moments when he wasn't directly contacting her flesh.

The sight of her soft and pink pussy drew him in, and he gave up the game to kiss on the outer lips gingerly. Her thighs went over his shoulders and her legs pressed against his back, trying to hold him in place and keep him from being able to pull back again. Her cunt lips parted a little more as he kissed them, giving him unfettered access to her innermost sanctum.

He dragged his tongue through her slit, and she moaned her pleasure as he licked her moist crevasse. He savored the taste of her succulent juices, and moved up to twirl his tongue around her clit, teasing her hard button with the point of his tongue. An idea struck him, and he changed tactics. He figured there had been more than enough build up so far, so he slid two fingers inside of her while continuing his focus on her clit. It only took a minute to bring her to the edge, and she plummeted quickly into the frenzy of a forceful orgasm, her entire body bucking and heaving with the force of the internal release.

Once she had finally come down, and the aftershocks were to a minimum, he straightened himself up and walked up to the head of the bed, where he pulled down her blindfold. Her eyes squinted in the sudden light, and once her dilated pupils had contracted enough, she opened them fully. Brandon raised a single finger, and she looked at him in confusion. He wriggled his eyebrows at her, and laid on the bed next to her. He took one of her still erect nipples into his mouth, and sucked on it firmly, while his hand went lower to manually tease her clit again. After a few minutes of concentrated efforts, he finished her again, and this time held up his middle finger as well when she was done. Her eyebrows went up, and he smirked in response.

He cuddled up to her for a little while after that, letting her sensitivity diminish from her two intense orgasms. Once she had calmed enough from her prior exertions, Brandon started kissing down the center of her chest, and down to her navel. She grabbed his head then to stop him. He looked at her questioningly. “This isn’t all about me you know.”

He smiled up at her. “True, but I can’t have multiples. Plus, you already said you could take care of me during this week. However, I get the impression you won’t be letting me take care of you. So, I’m trying to ensure I give you as many as I can to hold you over. Is that workable for you?”

She assented reluctantly, not being able to find any major flaws in his logic. He continued his earlier path down, and soon was rewarded with being able to hold up another finger for her. As he laid down next to her again, she spoke up. “Alright, that’s enough of that. I think we only will have time for one more, and I want that one done right.” She finally raised herself up to a sitting position, grunting slightly after being prostrate for so long, and after her previous orgasms had drained so much of her energy. She pushed him down then, and deftly started to undo his pants. She hastily had them off of him, and then lowered her head to his groin, and kissed him there warmly. Brandon’s head fell back onto the bed, and he closed his eyes, just luxuriating in the sensations of her mouth and tongue playing across his shaft.

After a few minutes of being completely lost in the moment, and letting himself be pleasured, he felt her head rise up, and the chill from the air shocked him as the warmth was taken away. It only lasted a few moments though, as it was replaced by a whole new fiery heat, as she straddled him and lowered herself onto him. He opened his eyes just in time to see her lean forward, and she kissed him sensuously, while grinding into him the entire time. She drew back from his lips then, and leaned in and whispered to him. “Just relax and enjoy it. This time, let me do all the work.”

With that, he felt her palms on his chest as she steadied herself, and she began to rock up and down on him, and also swirl her hips in gyrating patterns, and he felt like he was being moved to best stimulate every nerve ending of her tight channel. She was breathing heavily with the exertion, but showed no signs of slowing down or stopping, and he watched her as she rode him hard, and her movements seemed to maximize both of their pleasure.

He was being launched to the extreme end of euphoria, and she was completely lost in her own little world as she worked to bring their love to its passionate peak. Finally, he could hold back no more, and he came forcefully, spurting deep inside her. She came shortly after, her walls closing around him even tighter than he thought possible, the contractions inside her pulling every last drop out of him.

She collapsed on top of him when she had finished, a deeply contented sigh emanating from between her perfect lips. Brandon wrapped his arms around her, and they laid there for minutes. He was still semi-erect, and so started moving his hips to pleasure her again, but she stopped him. “Oh, no, that is quite enough. I love you, but no more right now. I need to recover first. Just lay here and hold me for a little while.” He of course did so, and he soon heard her breathing slow until it softened to a shallow pace as she slipped into slumber.

Daydreams and Nightmares.

Brandon stayed awake, alert for any noise that may mean her parents had returned home. He knew that her parents were smart enough not to come upstairs and interrupt them, but he didn’t want to take any chances of them being discovered asleep in this position if they called to them and they didn’t answer. So, he allowed her to sleep for about an hour, and then gently rolled her over, still asleep, and put her under the covers while he used the bathroom and made himself look mildly presentable. He walked out of her bathroom, and gazed lovingly at this dream of a woman, her face so peaceful and relaxed, a contented look suffusing her countenance.

He sat down at her desk chair and just watched her sleep. He thought about their future together, and what would become of them as they went through their lives with one another. He knew they would be together no matter what, but he wondered what challenges would define and shape them, and what kind of people they would be when they got older. There were so many things about her he was looking forward to learning and discovering. He realized he had no idea what career field she was interested in pursuing, although he was sure she would succeed at whatever she had in mind. It was just not the type of thing they had discussed so far. For that matter, Brandon wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted for a career either, so maybe she didn’t know yet. He let his brain travel aimlessly, not really worried about the future, but more curious about how it might all end up. He thought about the possibility of kids, a home, their likely wedding, so many varied threads that their life could take. Eventually he shook his head to pull himself out of his, and he looked up to see Jeannette, smiling peacefully at him, wearing only the contented smile one tends to have after a relaxing nap.

“What were you thinking about?” she queried him.

“Nothing really”, he replied, running his hands up and down his legs.

“Liar”, she pouted, “now tell me what you were thinking about.”

“Nothing, everything. I was just thinking about our future, where we may end up, all the things that could happen. Just letting my brain wander I guess.”

She motioned him to come over, and had him put his head on her chest as she held him tightly to her. “And how do we turn out?”

“Well, happy I guess. I wouldn’t like to imagine us cranky and irate. That wouldn’t make for a very fun fantasy at all.”

She laughed lightly then, bemused at his statement. “No, I guess that wouldn’t do at all. Anything I should be aware of though?”

“Don’t get me a dog for a Christmas present. It will end up peeing on the tree and ruining the carpet, and then attack the drapes. It ends badly for everyone involved, and makes us lose our security deposit on the apartment we are in.”

She laughed more heartily then. “Well, you have quite the imagination then. Fine, I will try not to get you a dog for any major holidays, at least not until we get our own house. Anything else?”

“Yeah, you are my roommate for college. Otherwise, you get a girl who tries to seduce me, and it becomes awkward for the rest of the semester. Then she says she has become a lesbian, which only serves to confuse me as to how one does that, but either way she comes after you for her first lover. Which I had to admit was an interesting thought for me, until she came after me with a knife to try and get me out of the picture so she could have you all to herself. It’s too bad though, she was kind of cute.”

“Really? Did she have a name?”

“I assume so, but I forgot it when she came after me with the cleaver, and I had to defend myself from her homicidal tendencies. Especially when she pulled the move with the fire extinguisher, that one I was certainly not expecting. She was a crafty one.”

“Ok, note to self: Don’t let Brandon’s mind wander. It is obviously a danger to himself and others.” She kissed him on the head then, and changed the topic. “I really do love you with all my heart. I just want you to always remember that.”

Brandon lifted his head slightly, and looked up at her. “Of course I will, although I hope that is not a precursor statement to you telling me you are leaving for parts unknown. And I love you too. Now, both of us should get up and get some work done, or else it is going to be a late night for all of us, and not in the way you want it to be.”

Jeannette got up then, changed into more appropriate clothing, and then settled in to do some work in the short time before dinner. Just before he left later that night, Jeannette pulled him aside, and kissed him gently on the lips. “Now, be careful when you go to sleep tonight. I don’t want you dreaming about psychotic girls with pickaxes, and then find out you didn’t get the rest you needed. Then again, that might require a nap for us tomorrow, and that is something I could certainly go for.”

Brandon promised he would be careful to keep an eye on his dreams either way, and departed with the typical smile on his lips which seemed to be permanently etched there since he had first kissed Jeannette.

A Really Big Show.

The next day in school, they found Jeannette and asked if they could speak to her privately. She of course said yes, obviously excited at the possibility that they would let her play more of her games, and much to her delight, that was exactly their intent.

“So, are you still interested in having someone new watch you?” Brandon started out, since they both knew she would be far more likely to take his suggestions.

“Absolutely. Can you tell me who it is now?”

“Not yet, that will be our little surprise still. However, I can tell you a few details. First, we are trying to set it up so that after he sees you, you will get to see him next. That way you both get some enjoyment out of it. Second, we want to make sure everything goes as safely as we can. We wouldn’t want him bringing friends, taking pictures and spreading them around, or trying something you are not comfortable with yet. So we were thinking that we would be there as well, making sure everything was on the up and up. Does all that sound agreeable to you?”

Sandy’s eyes lit up when she found out that Brandon would be there too. He had also figured that his presence would ensure quite the good show, and that may help move things along as well. They discussed several more details, then they had Sandy write a note, her feminine handwriting helping to make sure that Ray got the message:

“I’m looking for someone who I can share my interests with, and I am hoping you are that person. I’d like to see you soon, but I think you may want to see me first. Wednesday night at 10:00, 84 Miller St. Watch the 2nd floor window on the left side of the house. Come alone, and stay hidden in the bushes. Can’t wait for you to see me ;) ”

He didn’t have her sign it, preferring the anonymity of the situation to get Ray excited, and get his mind racing as he watched everyone around him looking for hints of who was playing this thrilling game with him. Little would he suspect that one of the prettiest and most popular girls in the school would be the one he got to see the next night.

They left the note in his locker, surreptitiously putting it in when Brandon walked by it while holding a bathroom pass during a class. The teacher had been agitated that he needed to go, but since Brandon was an excellent student, he let it slide. Then they studiously avoided him the rest of the day, not wanting to give away their involvement. They weren’t used to this kind of game, so they were afraid their smiles and excitement would give them away to him if they were seen.

The next day, they made sure another note was placed in the locker, this time by Jeannette, and at a completely different time of day to keep him guessing:

“Today is the day! I can’t wait for you to see me later. Remember, come alone, and I hope I get to see you next. ;) “

They figured the additional note should seal the deal, and let him know it wasn’t some practical joke. They expected him to be wary however, so they decided to go much earlier to the house to get a position that wouldn’t give them away to him, but where they could see everything as well. They were both abuzz with excitement, and could barely sit still that night. Jack and Jen just shook their heads at them at dinner, but didn’t say anything. As Jeannette’s parents were aware that the two of them were helping fulfill the sexual dreams of others, they knew better than to intrude. In fact, their childlike enthusiasm and glee was infectious, and Jen dragged Jack off to bed as soon as the table was cleared, a huge smile on both of their faces as they had a renewed sense of giddiness infusing them with a joy that all to easily gets lost in the day to day drudgery of life.

Brandon and Jeannette dressed quickly into dark clothing, and Brandon again got to marvel at his girlfriend wearing her black leggings and form fitting shirt. Although he knew he wasn’t allowed to satisfy her tonight, he knew that his longing for her was apparent, and would be accepted warmly by her. So he let his eyes do what his hands couldn’t, and she allowed him to take her all in, enjoying being able to give him this small pleasure, and boosting her ego as well.

They arrived well before Ray would likely even think of approaching the house, and they found a vantage point that allowed them to see everything, but kept them hidden from all the players, and any possible neighbors as well. It also had the benefit of being slightly higher than the place Ray was to be, so they would be able to see anyone approaching, and warn the everyone if there was trouble.

They texted Sandy to let them know they were stationed, and she replied back asking if they wanted an preview show as well. Brandon smiled at the thought, but since they wanted to ensure the later performance would be her best one, he declined.

They didn’t have to wait too long, as they saw Ray make his entrance fifteen minutes early. They saw him drive by a few times, then five minutes later he made his approach by foot. He was properly suspicious and wary, and scoped the entire area out before he finally slipped into the bushes to hide himself. Brandon and Jeannette had leaned back further into their hiding place as soon as he had shown himself, and exhaled deeply when they confirmed that he did not detect their presence.

They texted Sandy that everything was all set, and her reply was simple, cute, and obviously excited: “!” They could envision her readying everything in her room multiple times to get it right, her nerves on edge before she went on stage to make her first performance for this mystery guy, and another show for the man she wanted to please more than anything in the world.

Promptly at the agreed upon time, the light went on in her room. The blinds were already open, and just a moment later Sandy finally appeared in the back of the room. She was wearing a light blue satin robe, and looked as if she had just gotten out of the shower. She stood in front of her dresser mirror, which luckily happened to be just in front of the window, giving them a clear view of her in the room. She seemed to be quite content to take her time, and started brushing her blond hair that reached halfway down her back. She ran her brush through her soft locks, pulling it to the front of her shoulder, and it draped sensuously down her arm and chest. Every once in a while she would glance out the window as if thinking, but it instead brought her viewers a renewed connection with her, as if she was looking right at them and was pleased at their presence. She would smile lightly, as if contemplating something, or thinking of a pleasurable topic, before turning back and continuing her hair care.

She kept it up just the right amount of time - long enough to tease and entice, but not so long as to bore them. She stood up then, and slid her robe off of her shoulders, exposing her satiny cami and shorts. She stood in front of the window gazing into the night. She stood straight, strong, assured, resplendent in her simple coverings, and completely comfortable in her skin. Brendan squinted his eyes to see closer, and he realized he could see no traces of makeup on her skin for once. She was baring herself fully for her audience, and Brandon was honored.

Brandon had always liked the natural look on girls. He had no problem with them wearing accents when they went out for a special night, but he liked the down to earth feel of a girl with no makeup, or at least minimal coverings. There was an element of self-acceptance there, and honesty, that drew Brandon in. It seemed like those types of girls were more willing to live in the moment, as they didn’t have the fear of breaking a nail or smudging their lipstick. There was no need to hide behind the mask of paint and adornment, but instead their natural beauty was able to shine through, and Brandon much preferred a real girl who could be herself to a girl whose face was sometimes literally painted on.

Tonight, Sandy would be exposing far more than just her naked body. She was baring her soul. She wasn’t hiding behind her makeup this time. She was allowing them to judge her for who she was, no obstructions, hindrances, or disguises. Even though she didn’t know who the other watcher was, she was allowing them into her innermost sanctum. If they were going to see her, they were seeing her as she truly was.

She began to move then, a beguiling rhythm that entranced Brandon. She moved sinuously, her body swaying to a natural beat. She was the snake, and instead she was charming him, wrapping him in her sensuous rhythm. This wasn’t the usual rip off your clothes strip down, this was a true striptease, where her entire body was a part of the action, and you were afraid to close your eyes to miss a key movement of her torso or arms.

Brandon stared transfixed. He almost didn’t notice the light touches on his groin, as he was completely captivated by her dance. It was only when he realized he was fully erect and exposed that he looked down, then over, and saw Jeannette, smiling at him, her hand around his shaft as she slowly pleasured him. She motioned with her eyes back to the window, redirecting his attentions back to the vision before him, and giving him permission to focus on the movements in the window, and not what she was doing for him. She was keeping a constant steady pace on him though, and would roll her finger under the sensitive underside and over his tip on every pass, giving him the maximum pleasure, but not so much that it distracted him from the form swaying behind the glass.

Sandy’s eyes were closed, lost in her own little world. Her hands moved all over her body, sliding over her soft and smooth skin. She finally reached down, and puled the camisole over her head, exposing her perfectly proportioned teardrop tits. She ran her fingers all over them, and then brought her fingers to their centers and started teasing her nipples, and her lips parted from the pleasure, as her head fell back, lost in the moment. Even though she seemed completely lost in the sensations her fingers were causing her, she still slowly turned around, getting herself in the perfect position to bend slightly and remove the lace edged shorts, sliding them down over her luscious rear just enough to let gravity do its part, and the shorts slid down her slender legs.

She swayed back around, exposing herself in just a matching G-string. She ran her hands over and under it, hinting at removing it, but constantly teasing instead, building up the tension. Another tension was building up in Brendan as well from Jeannette’s ministrations, and he was hoping he wouldn’t finish too soon, and close his eyes by accident and miss something.

Sandy finally slipped her panties down, and exposed herself completely. Her hands slid down to touch herself then, and as she did, her eyes opened fully, staring right at the location where Ray was hidden, her vision never wavering as she pleasured herself while looking right at him. Brandon knew that she could not see Ray, but the effect was certainly convincing. Sandy started to quiver and shake as her pace quickened, but her eyes never left their target. Brandon knew he was right on the edge too, and just as he was about to cum, he felt the warmth moisture of Jeannette’s mouth enveloping him. Instead of pushing him over the edge though, the change in sensation actually brought him back down a little, and only heightened the buildup, which was already massive.

Suddenly, he felt the mental climax, only this time it was very different. There were almost different layers to it this time. Additionally, as soon as it hit, he came himself, unloading blast after forceful blast into Jeanette’s waiting mouth. He knew she was feeling the mental orgasms as well, and she moaned with the pleasure as she felt the physical element of her lover’s pleasure, as well as the mental one from the wish fulfilled.

Brandon limped back, drained in almost every way possible. He was barely aware of Ray’s exit a few minutes later, as Sandy had disappeared as well with a wave of her fingers at the bushes.

Brandon’s brain tried to work through the haze. Suddenly, he had a revelation.

“Oh, Shit!”

“What, what happened”, Jeannette looked up at him concerned, and then looked around , trying to see where the danger might be.

"Nothing immediate, but tomorrow could have been a disaster. Text Sandy and tell her we will be at her door in 5 minutes. That should give her enough time to get herself presentable so her parents don't suspect anything." Jeanette was still confused, but complied with his instructions, and they made their way back to the street from their hiding spot.

After the allotted time, Brandon rang the bell, and they heard Sandy call that she would get it, and then heard her thumping downstairs to make sure she was at the door first. She emerged slightly flushed, which Brandon attributed to both of her recent exertions. She smiled when she saw Brandon, and he realized he must look the same way, and for exactly the same reasons. He sheepishly grinned once the revelation hit him, but quickly got to the point of his visit, once she had come outside so they could talk privately.

"I'll try to be brief. However, I do have to admit that you put on one hell of a show. That was simply amazing, and there are no suitable words to describe it." Sandy grinned broadly at the compliment, and her beaming face could have lit up an entire city with its brightness. "Anyway, I realized I didn't think through everything as well as I should have. Part of the fun of this is that you won't find out who was watching until you see them. It adds to the mystery, and I think it will enhance things for you. Your audience tonight doesn't know about all this though. They think you know who they are, and will likely want to at least talk to you tomorrow, and probably far more. Therefore, we need to warn him off. Can you give us a note that says that you think it is only fair to keep this a secret until you can get a show of your own? And that in order to ensure it stays secret until then, to respect you enough to keep your distance until after he has fulfilled his end of the bargain? Then we will work out the place and time with him later, but it will save us the awkwardness of an early run in tomorrow. Is that something you can do for me?"

Sandy was still smiling. "Do you really need to ask?" She glanced at Jeannette, then back at Brandon, but for once the joy never left her eyes, almost as if the nights events had drained her jealousy away. "Brandon," she continued, "you already know I will do absolutely anything for you. You just need to ask." The depth of the offer was apparent to all of them.

Brandon blushed heavily, but had to admit that after tonight, the thought did have its appeal, but he did his best to refocus them. “Thank you. Let’s just do the note for now though, and make sure tomorrow doesn’t turn into a horror show.”

Sandy went inside then, and returned a few minutes later with the requested letter. Brandon checked it quickly to ensure there were no loopholes, then smiled and thanked her. Her reply was straightforward and honest. “There is absolutely no need to thank me. You guys have done so much for me the last couple of weeks. I feel like a completely new woman, and it’s exhilarating. I used to feel ashamed for liking this sort of thing, and scared to death that if I did ever try it, I would get arrested. Now I know there are safe options, if you are just discreet, and have people who will watch out for you. I can never thank you enough. And I meant what I said, anything you guys ever need, ever, just ask. Now I just can’t wait for my turn to see a show. Please tell me you won’t make me wait too long? It’s like Christmas when I was a kid, and I hate having to wait.”

Jeannette spoke up then. “We will make it as soon as possible, I promise. We’ll figure it all out tomorrow. For now though, I think we all should get some rest before school tomorrow, assuming any of us can. And I have to tell you, I second Brandon’s earlier statement. You really do put on an amazing performance.” Sandy raised her eyebrows, obviously not expecting the compliment from that source, but then again, Jeannette had been the mastermind behind their first encounter, so Brandon wondered just what that meant. He was still considering it as they bade her goodnight, and walked towards their car.

Jeannette broke him out of his reverie. “So, I assume that both of them fulfilled fantasies tonight, and that would explain the different feeling of the... wait, what should we actually call that?”

Brandon considered. “Fulfillment maybe? It fits all around I guess. Although I thing there has to be a better term.”

“Either way, I wasn’t sure if it was because this was our first guy, or because he had a major fantasy and she had a small one at the same time. How was it for you though, getting both the fulfillment, and a real one at the same time?”

“It was rather interesting, I have to say. And draining. I’ll try to describe it better later. For now, let’s head home, we still have a lot to do to get things all set up for these two. And we still need to figure out what to do with Megan. We don’t have much time left to help her, and I’m getting worried.”

“Well, let’s sleep on it. I’m exhausted. Let’s deal with it all tomorrow.”

“Yes, tomorrow.”, he replied, and he took her hand as they walked back to the car.

 Based on a post by Cryonic, for Sex Stories.