0 comments/ 9985 views/ 1 favorites A Waking Dream By: Mirror868 She woke up with the moon shining through the window onto her bed. The moonlight cast glowing shadows across the room, reminding her of an underwater seascape. She ran her right hand down her body, starting at her chest, moving down her right breast, pausing at her nipple and fingering it softly. Her breast felt soft, full, and supple under her warm winter comforter. After a moment, her hand continued its journey downward across her navel as her left hand moved onto her abdomen, resting lightly against her upper pelvic bone, her fingers moving into her triangle of hair. Her right hand moved into a parallel position with her left and she arched her back. She moved both her hands to rub the insides of her thighs and her lower belly. She closed her eyes as she felt her inner muscles contract to the soft touch of her fingers. She wasn't surprised when she moved her fingers over to touch her clitoris that it was already wet. She had been dreaming of a man. A man who had been haunting her dreams, bringing her endless pleasure and longing. She had awoken tonight moments after he had entered her, filling her. Filling her so wonderfully that she had woken in the moonlight desiring to be filled again. Her fingers were moving inside her now. The image of the beautiful man hovering over her filled her vision as she rubbed her clitoris expertly, her heat and wetness beginning to drip onto the satin sheets under her. His dark hair matched the hair on his strong chest; the muscles on his arms flexed as he thrust against her counter-thrust, the two of them moving rhythmically, becoming one in the soft moonlight. She reached with her left hand to her bedside table, leaving her right hand moving slowly in and out of her. Without opening her eyes, so as to retain the vision of her lover, she grasped a phallic statue from her beside table and brought it into the warmth of her satin bed sheets. The dildo felt cold against her skin as she moved it across her belly and in between her legs. She touched its tip against her pussy and pulled it away again quickly, the coldness of it shocking her. She brought her moist fingers out of her warmth and wrapped her hand around the dildo shaft, warming it and moistening it. She rubbed it, transferring her inner fluid onto it until it felt warm to the touch. Then, as the man of her inner vision bent low to kiss her lips, she inserted the dildo into her inviting moistness. She pushed it in as the man thrust forward on top of her, kissing her face and neck. She arched her back as the ecstasy of her movements began to fill her with immaculate pleasure. Her muscles contracted and eased as she felt a tightening just inside, where the man's erect penis penetrated her. He began to whisper to her as he pressed into her, "You are so beautiful, my dear. I can feel you surrounding me, making me whole. Mon fille belle. Je t'adore." They moved faster now, so that they slid back and forth on the crisp satin sheets. As they moved together, she could feel his balls slapping her, just below where his hardness penetrated her. They moved in unison, becoming one in the cool moonlight, stirring in one another an ecstasy rarely experienced in the sensual world. She felt close to cumming now, the tension in her lower abdomen building to a greater intensity. The vision of the man on top of her, moving so expertly in and out of her, filled her and became real as they made love, her legs wrapped around his, her lips against his chest, and her fingers digging into his back. Their groins smacked one against the other, their juices mixing, her enticing wetness consuming his hard cock. In and out, in and out, in and out, one against the other, moving together to the music of eternity. They were breathing together, their breath coming fast now. The man began to moan, which only furthered her ecstasy, and she could vaguely hear herself echoing his moans. She knew she was going to cum any second, the tension inside of her having built into a crescendo of pleasure. In and out, in and out, in and out he moved, his breath coming quick now, his eyes closed and his head back. He thrust hard, deeper than he had before. Again he thrust. And again. And again. Deep. So deeeeeep. She exploded in an orgasm that shook her whole body, moving in waves from her pelvis down her legs and up again to her crotch, up her belly, wrapping around her breasts, right to the tips of her long silky hair. At the same instant, she felt the man cum deep inside her, filling her with his inner fluid and intensifying her ecstasy. He convulsed against her shaking body, moving smoothly yet jerkily now, as pleasure wracked his body. He let out a long moan and slowed his movements. But he didn't stop. He kept moving in and out of her as the last waves of her orgasm swept through her. She could feel the juices dripping from her against her thighs and the man's erect penis moving slowing into her, and out again. She slowly came back to herself, reluctant to leave her waking dream. She felt herself moving the dildo in and out of her pussy carefully and slowly, feeling extremely sensitive to every slightest movement. She gently felt around her pussy and the sheet below her, rubbing her sweat and wetness into her skin and up onto her belly She slowly took the dildo out of her and put it back on the bedside table. She opened her eyes to see the cool moonlight resting against her naked body. Her comforter had fallen to the floor beside her bed. She luxuriated in the cool night air caressing her feminine form. She stretched, arching her back, and raised her arms over her head as she felt sleepiness approaching from the realm of the sacred river. She slowly rolled over and pulled the comforter back on top of her and rested her head on a soft pillow. She closed her eyes and thanked God for bringing the mysterious stranger into her bedchamber on this cool moonlit night. She curled up and let sleep roll over her. As she fell into a wonderful peaceful slumber, she felt a masculine grasp gently take her hand in his, raise it to his soft moist lips, and lead her on into another dream as yet undreamt. A Waking Dream At the age of 19, Abigale had never really been interested in sex, instead focusing on her schoolwork and studies. The thought of having sex or even dating had rarely crossed her mind. It always seemed like something unimportant that would come in the future, if at all. Like any other person, Abigale had a sex drive, and had learned early on in her teen years how to satisfy it. She enjoyed it, sure, but she never thought about how she might be satisfied by another. But one night, when she had stayed up late working on a report, Abigale laid down on her bed, exhausted. Staring at the ceiling in the darkness, her hands idly rubbed her petite breasts through her t-shirt. It was a great stress reliever, touching herself like this, and it had been a while since she'd done it. She always started with her breasts, because their sensitivity quickly heightened her excitement and made it easy to get to the most intense parts. She couldn't tell the exact moment her thoughts began to wander and she fell into a dream, but what she did remember is when she realized that someone else was caressing her breasts. The person was laying next to her, face obscured by shadow, and though looking at them filled her with joy and comfort at first, it quickly faded into fear and panic as she had no idea who was touching her. She scrambled to get away, rolling off the bed, and the impact of the floor in her dream woke her. Abigale sat up on the bed, breathing heavily. When she realized it was a dream, she sighed in relief. With one hand on her chest, she soon realized that her nipples were poking into the shirt, and it felt wonderful. Who was that? She thought. Though she had been scared to death, she couldn't deny that the feeling of someone else playing with her breasts had been amazing. And the way she felt looking at them... It was like pure happiness. As she rubbed her sensitive nipples through her shirt thinking about this, her other hand found its way onto her panties. She was already wet. Abigale teased herself through her panties, gently running a finger up and down over the opening concealed within. Meanwhile, her fingers danced with her hard nipples, the friction with her shirt quickly intensifying her pleasure. She laid back down, thinking about the mysterious lover she had met in her dream. A soft moan escaped her lips as she put a little more pressure on her panties. Abigale didn't even know if it was a man or a woman. The idea that it didn't matter hit her then. That person was simply wonderful, whoever they were. Her exhaustion caught up to her before long, and her thoughts drifted into peaceful, dreamless sleep that night. Ever since then, when the urge to touch herself came, her mind instantly returned to that mysterious lover. Every once in a while, she would dream of them again, and every time she would awaken in the middle of the night nipples hard and panties wet, ready for action. Those nights of pleasuring herself were the best she'd ever had. All this happened in the background of Abigale's day to day life. At night, it mattered to her, but by day she was intently focused on doing what needed to be done. She never spoke to her few close friends about it, as usual. It had never been a topic of conversation for her, and she was fine with it. But slowly, thoughts of that mysterious lover began intruding during the day. Could it be a real person? What would happen if I met them? What would I say? Oh gosh, what would I do? How would it feel if it happened for real...? Abigale caught herself daydreaming in the middle of a class on Friday morning. She had missed most of the professor's lecture. She gasped when she leaned over to grab the book he was talking about. Her breasts brushed against the desk and told her that her nipples were hard. She looked down, panicked, but was quickly relieved when she realized she was wearing her fuzzy sweater. No one could tell. Still, she snuck a glance this way and that to make sure no one was looking. Abigale was surprised to find that someone was, in fact, staring at her. A blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes was watching her from across the room. When their eyes met, the other girl quickly broke her gaze to look at something else. Was she... Blushing? Abigale shook her head and opened the book. No way, she thought. That didn't really happen. Did it...? Abigale saw the girl again after class. She wore a white blouse and a blue and white checkered skirt with tights underneath. A little traditional, but very cute, Abigale thought. She had wavy hair, a little longer than shoulder length. She looked down at herself to compare. A dark purple fuzzy sweater and blue jeans. She couldn't look more drab if she tried. Not that she ever cared before. Why should she now? Because they might be out there? They might be looking at her right now, wondering if she was the one they saw in their dream? No way. Abigale's thoughts were interrupted when a voice suddenly spoke close to her. "Excuse me... Could you help me find room 142?" Abigale jumped and stared at the source of the voice, which was soft but very clearly male. It came from a brown-haired boy who was a little startled by her reaction. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... Heh, scare you..." The boy's voice trailed off, and he seemed to be getting more nervous every second she didn't respond to him. She glanced past him, catching sight of the blonde girl. For some reason, a feeling of something important happening came over Abigale. She felt like her next move at this moment would seal her fate. Her choices were exceedingly simple, yet felt heavier than any decision she'd ever made before. Should she help the boy, or try to catch up to the girl? ------ Abigale settled her mind on her decision and finally spoke to the boy. "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go. I'm really sorry!" With that, she stepped around the boy and quickly strode down the hall. The boy watched her go in silence. As Abigale briskly walked down the hall toward the girl, her mind raced. What am I doing? She thought. What am I going to say, "were you staring at me?" I'll sound like an idiot, or some creepy stalker. Just then, the blonde girl disappeared into a classroom on her right, door quickly shut behind her. Abigale stopped in front of the door, a little confused. The nameplate was empty; there were no classes being held in that room today. The view through the small window in the door was actually blocked, presumably by a poster of some sort. Some rooms had them over the window, though it seemed like a stupid idea to her. Abigale looked down the hall one way, then the other. Most people were gone to lunch. Classes wouldn't start again for an hour or so. So why did she go in here...? Abigale straightened herself up, preparing for the unknown. I've already come this far, following her around. I might as well finish it. Can't chicken out now. Book bag slung over her shoulder, Abigale turned the handle and pushed the door open just enough to fit herself through. The first thing she noticed in the room was that the lights were dimmed. The blinds were closed, too. It wasn't scary dark, but unusual for a classroom. She let the door close behind her and looked around the room. It was a rather small classroom, with desks like a high school rather than the bench-like desks most of her classrooms featured. The next thing she noticed was the person who suddenly swung around from her right side to back her up against the wall. The person put their hands on the wall on either side of Abigale, who stared wide-eyed trying to make out their face. "It's you," the person spoke in a quiet, feminine voice. Abigale gasped, at once frightened and intrigued. "Me?" She barely squeaked out before the person suddenly planted their lips on hers. At the same time, one of their hands pressed against her breast. Time slowed down for Abigale as she realized the details of what was happening. First was the taste. Something sweet, with a hint of mint on their lips touched hers, and her tongue as her mouth was open in surprise. Then, the smell. Abigale was not one to wear perfume, but she knew her favorites from the vendors at the mall who begged her to try samples every time she passed. This person just so happened to be wearing the one she always loved to try. It smelled like a cool breeze in a wintry forest. Almost like a Christmas tree but without the obnoxious parts. Then, the sensations kicked in. Someone else was holding her breast. She should have been panicked, kicking and screaming for help. But everything felt right. She felt safe despite being backed into a wall by a stranger. Soon the stranger pulled away, their minty breath still lingering on Abigale's lips. Eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw her stranger's face for the first time. Soft features, clear skin, beautiful blue eyes framed with wavy blonde hair. Abigale nervously raised one hand to adjust her glasses, making sure she was seeing clearly. Then, the blonde girl spoke again. "Definitely you." "What do you... Who... Huh?" Words were not easily formed as she stared at the blonde girl, who was very clearly staring back into her eyes this time. "You've been in my dreams. I had to know for sure. Now I do. It's you." The blonde girl gently removed her hand from Abigale's breast and raised both up on the wall, leaning forward to press her own chest against Abigale's. Her breath washed over Abigale's face like a wave, warm and sweet. Through the confusion, Abigale found herself longing to lock lips once again and gently pressed her lips against them. This time, the girl opened her mouth and used her tongue, giving Abigale even more of the mint and sweet lip gloss. Abigale let out a soft moan as the girl pressed against her. The girl's breasts were a little fuller than her own, and having them pressed against hers was a sensation she never could have imagined. She could feel her own hard nipples engulfed, which of course ignited her flame. Abigale reached out to pull the girl tighter against her, too lost in the moment to think anymore about anything but the feelings. What wonderful sensations they were, too, having another warm body pressed against hers. The girl raised herself up onto her toes, pushing her breasts even higher up into Abigale's. Abigale moaned a little louder this time, their lips briefly parted to catch a breath. "Shh..." The girl whispered, placing a finger on Abigale's lips. The girl stared at her as the hand fell gently from her face to her shoulder, then running the palm down to her chest. She pulled her body away in order to place her hand over Abigale's breast and lift, giving it a slight squeeze in the process. Abigale's knees nearly buckled as pleasure emanated from her chest and tickled her every nerve. She moaned rather loudly with a closed mouth, trying not to let anyone hear. "It's just like my dream..." The girl whispered. She lowered her head and kissed Abigale's neck. Abigale didn't do much, instead silently begging for more of her touch. "Will you meet me at the dorm? Building A? Tonight?" The girl didn't even offer her name, but Abigale didn't care. Right now she would do anything to get more of these overwhelming sensations. She nodded her agreement. "Good... I'll see you then, stranger..." With a final peck on the lips, the girl made her retreat, taking the piece of paper she'd taped to the window with her as she exited the room. Abigale stood alone in the room, her world suddenly turned upside down by her first intimate experience with another person. But not just any person. That girl felt the same way as the one in her dream... Her dream! The girl said something about a dream too... Could that really happen? Her logical side said no, that's silly. But her heart... Her emotion... Her pleasure said otherwise. Her mind racing, replaying the events and words spoken, she quickly made her way out of the room and to her next classroom. ------ Finally, the evening came. Abigale made her way across the courtyard to building A, a short walk. This night in particular was rather cold, but she had on her same fuzzy sweater that always kept her warm. She wore pink sweatpants instead of her jeans, hoping the girl wouldn't think she looked too silly. The girl, she thought. I have no idea who she is or what she might do to me. Was she even in my class before today? As she entered the main door into the dorm, her thoughts stopped as her gaze caught those beautiful blue eyes staring at her again from the hall. The girl beckoned, this way, and backed into an open dorm room. Abigale nervously walked down the hall, stopping to check the nameplate. Sophie was her first name, apparently. No roommate. She entered the room cautiously, though it wasn't nearly as dark as the classroom had been. "Sophie?" She asked as she closed the door behind her. A wall divided the entryway from the rest of the room, so she couldn't see her host. "Come on in!" That same voice called out, this time sounding cheery and unrestrained. Abigale rounded the corner into the main room and saw the blonde girl, Sophie, sitting on her knees on her bed in a big t-shirt and presumably underwear beneath that. "Hi..." Abigale gave her a little nervous wave. "Well, hi! I'm Sophie, as you guessed. What can I call you besides my dream girl?" She giggled, holding both her hands on her lap and looking up at Abigale. Abigale smiled, a little relieved to finally be having a normal conversation with the girl. "I'm Abigale... Or Abby, if you want." She stood there awkwardly, arms crossed over her fuzzy sweater, her long brown hair flowing into them. "Abby... The dream girl." Sophie smiled, not trying to hide her staring at all now. "I like your outfit. But isn't it a bit warm in here for that sweater?" Abby nodded, but didn't move. "Well, take it off! Don't be shy..." Despite her words, Sophie lost her nerve and stared at the floor, only glancing up as Abby pulled the sweater over her head to reveal her loose lavender nightgown. Sophie swung her legs over her bed. "Wow... You're even cuter without all that cover, you know..." Abby blushed and crossed her arms again, looking anywhere but at Sophie. Sophie stood and took a step toward her. "I'm sorry for basically attacking you earlier... But I had to know if it was you in my dream..." Abby looked over at her. "You saw me in a dream?" Sophie nodded. "Mhm. You did the same thing in my dream when I... Touched you." The memory of that touch flooded back to Abby. She wanted to cry about how amazing this was. Could Sophie be the one in her own dream? It seemed likely, but... How is that even possible? To dream about one another? "I'm sorry... You probably think I'm a weirdo who goes around grabbing people now..." Abby shook her head. "No, no... It's just... I think I've dreamed about you, too." Sophie's eyes widened. "Really? That's amazing!" She stepped closer, only inches away. "Yeah... And when you... Kissed me... I knew it had to be you." "Would you... Let me do it again?" Sophie brought her face even closer to Abby's, who could already smell the same minty sweetness. Abby nodded, and uncrossed her arms to take Sophie into an embrace. She was slightly taller, and it meant that Sophie's breasts would push up underneath hers as they kissed. This drew a light moan from Abby already. Sophie understood what caused it, and decided to pull away from the kiss to try something new. She put both hands on Abby's breasts and pushed them both up, squeezing lightly. Abby nearly cried, tears welling up in her eyes as her whole body tingled. "You're too cute when you do that..." Sophie could feel her nipples hardening through the light gown and her bra. "Can I see them?" Abby looked down into her eyes. It was like a dream come true, literally. This angel asking if she could... She nodded, nearly whining in response. "Mhm." Sophie smiled and lowered her hands to Abby's waist, reaching under the night gown to pull it up. Abby raised her arms to let it come off, her petite breasts now in sight, held by a plain pink bra. "Cuter and cuter..." Sophie reached behind Abby's back to unclasp the bra, holding it on for a brief moment before pulling the straps off her shoulders. Abby's bare breasts were now in plain sight, her nipples perky and hard. "Ooh..." Sophie cooed as she took one in her hand, squeezing it and then teasing the nipple. She looked up at Abby's face, which was locked in an "Oh!" expression at the first touch of her breast by another person. It was just like her dream. In fact, everything about Sophie reminded her of the dream lover. When Sophie suddenly took her other breast in her mouth, she knew it had to be true. Abby threw her head back and squealed out a sigh, eyes closed and watery, stuck in this moment of pure bliss. Her arms rested on Sophie's back as Sophie danced her tongue around the nipple. Without even thinking about it, Abby hugged Sophie to her body. The contact with Sophie's stomach below the waist only added to the pleasure flowing through her. The feel of Sophie's breasts squeezed into her own stomach felt strangely satisfying, too. Sophie switched breasts, leaving one hard and wet nipple exposed to the cool air while she sucked on the other. Abby raised one hand up to Sophie's head, burying her fingers in that beautiful, wavy hair. Tears were flowing as she cried in happiness and pleasure. Sophie finished the other breast with a pop, and gave it a lick before standing up to put her face up to Abby's. "Aw, you're crying..." Sophie gently removed Abby's glasses to save them from the tears, set them on her night stand. Abby was immobilized, and might have looked scared to an onlooker. "Are you okay?" It was all she could do to keep from breaking down into a wail. Instead, she managed to rush herself into Sophie's arms, hugging her tightly. Of course, this pushed Sophie's breasts into her own again, causing her to squeal and cry as she buried her face in Sophie's shoulder. Sophie held her tight, a little confused by this reaction but endeared all the same. "I'm glad I found you, Abby..." Abby sputtered out some words, trying to speak through sobs. "You just... I can't..." She took a deep breath. "You're my dream come true." Sophie pulled away to look into Abby's eyes. "Your dream? You said you saw me in your dream too, didn't you?" Abby sniffed, smiled, and nodded. Sophie's eyes grew wide. "How can that be?" Abby held Sophie's head in both hands, feeling braver than she ever had before. "I don't know, and I don't care. All I know is..." Her bravery was short-lived as she came up to the words she wanted to say. "What is that, hm?" Sophie smiled and gently ran her fingers down Abby's bare back, sending shivers down her spine. Abby gasped and sighed, then managed to finish her thought aloud. "... I love the way you touch me." Abby wrapped her arms around Sophie and pulled her in for a deep kiss, not entirely sure what to do but enjoying just exploring with her tongue. Sophie let her hands slide down Abby's back, hoping she wouldn't mind as they settled on her butt. Abby jumped slightly at the touch, but otherwise continued the kiss that left her breathless. Abby knew she had to be wet, and maybe even soaking through her sweatpants, and could only hope she didn't gross out her amazing new friend. Was she only a friend? No friend of hers had ever made her feel this way. But she knew she had only just met her and couldn't just jump to something more. Abby found her attention on the kiss fading despite the wonderful sensations as her logical mind took over her thoughts. Sophie noticed the change and pulled away to speak. A Waking Dream "What's wrong, Abby?" Abby shook her head. "Nothing, I just... I don't know how to say it." Sophie brushed away a lock of hair normally held in place by Abby's glasses, letting her fingers linger on her cheek. "You can tell me anything, Abby. I'm all yours..." She looked down at Abby's bare breasts, nipples still nice and perky. "I'm sorry if being topless like this makes you nervous..." "No, it's not that. I'm just not used to this... I've never... Kissed someone, or had anyone else... Do the things you've done to me. It's wonderful, but..." She crossed her arms over her stomach nervously, looking away from Sophie's face. "I don't know how to be more than a friend. And I don't even know if that's what you want. Here I am putting words in your-" She was cut off by a finger placed gently on her lips. "I know I came onto you really strong," Sophie started, letting her finger fall to rest her hand above Abby's chest. "I'll be honest: I've never done this before, either. Something crazy happened today when I suddenly realized that you were the one in my dreams. I had to find out... I risked scaring you away just for that." Sophie smiled warmly, taking one of Abby's hands in hers. "I am so, so glad you came tonight. Thank you." "Thank me? After how you... Oh, no, Sophie, thank you! I've never felt so happy to be with someone, and even though it was scary at first... I feel safe with you. Like everything is perfect. I don't even care that I'm standing in the middle of a stranger's dorm room, topless..." Her logic kicked in again at her own words, and she nervously covered herself with one arm. "Well, maybe a little..." Sophie reached down to pick up Abby's nightgown, and held it up for her. Abby smiled and put her arms through, letting it fall over her body once more. "Thank you..." Abby hugged her again. "The last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable. Again, I'm sorry that I've been so pushy..." Sophie pulled away from the hug and caressed Abby's face. "You're my dream girl." Abby rubbed her hand against her face. "And you're mine..." "But we hardly know each other. So..." Sophie squeezed her hand. "We'll just have to spend lots of time together and fix that!" "I'd love that..." Abby giggled. "Are you free this Friday night?" Sophie looked at the clock on her night stand, which read 8:24. "I sure am! Let's get started!" ------ The girls spent much of that night cuddled on Sophie's bed, watching old Disney movies while talking about this and that. Abby was more and more surprised as she learned how much they had in common, though in many ways Sophie was very different. Despite her outgoing nature, Sophie really had never been in a relationship, and didn't even know she would like another girl until she saw Abby that day. It was like fate had suddenly brought them together. Not that Abby much cared for the idea of fate. In her mind, it defied all logic. But she couldn't deny that something special was happening. She managed to bring up the topic of being more than friends again, and Sophie assured her that she had no intention of pushing Abby any farther or faster than she already had. "We can take it slow," she said, "and make sure it's right." That was a huge relief to Abby. She was already so far out of her element that she felt like she might not be able to handle the changes, despite how good she felt. Still, being with Sophie felt almost as good, if not better, than she had felt in her alone time before. No other person was ever so comforting and pleasant to her than Sophie was. Once again defying her usual logic, Abby found herself drifting to sleep in Sophie's bed. She'd never been comfortable sleeping over with people, and never went to sleep before anyone else in the room. Before she knew it, light was dancing through the blinds in Sophie's window, waking her. The DVD menu for Aladdin was looping, the soothing music adding an interesting ambience to the room. She turned over, at first forgetting where she was and silently freaking out as she discovered someone else there. But then she remembered the night before and quickly calmed down. This beautiful girl sleeping next to her was her dream girl. Her dream lover? They hadn't gone that far yet... But as Abby watched her peaceful, sleeping form, she thought that maybe her usual contentedly lonesome nights might soon be over. Abby didn't know if she wanted that yet... But simply sleeping next to this angel had been one of her favorite things to do ever, and she'd only tried it once. As her new special friend slowly stirred awake, she silently hoped that Sophie would agree to let that happen more often. Sophie's eyes fluttered open and settled on Abby's. Sophie smiled at her. "Good morning, Dreamy..." Abby blushed and reached out to touch her nose. "You're pretty dreamy yourself, you know..." As the morning went on, the pair decided to hit the mall after finding some breakfast. Abby took her to her own favorite breakfast place to get a stack of pancakes. She usually ordered from the kids' menu as that was enough to fill her up, but Sophie suggested they split a regular order. It was perfect! Abby realized she never thought it would be possible to have her life so dramatically improved without ruining everything she held dear. The little things, the routine she had, didn't seem to matter anymore. Like the pancake breakfast, she suddenly wanted to share everything in her life with this wonderful person. That's something she never thought she would want to do. Could this really last forever? Abby wondered this as the morning went on. Sophie seemed to feel the same way, at least as far as she could tell. They giggled and chattered their way from store to store, often hand in hand without a care in the world. To anyone else, they'd look like a typical pair of girlfriends on a regular shopping trip. To Abby, it was a perfect opportunity to really study Sophie. Free from the highs of pleasure and the excitement of their meeting, her mind was free to do its logical work while she kept up the fun demeanor. She worked through every aspect she could think of as the day progressed. First, the easy part: her appearance. There was no doubt that Abby found her attractive. She'd always been aware of the things she liked to see on other people, despite a lack of interest in getting any closer. Sophie was a few inches shorter and definitely more curvaceous than she was. She was the perfect size, Abby thought, with enough there to entice an onlooker without being overly provocative in the way she dressed. Speaking of clothing, today she wore a pretty blue dress, still a traditional style but still very cute. The color matched her eyes, which served to emphasize them as the most prominent feature of an otherwise perfect face. Surrounding that was her beautiful wavy blonde hair. Abby admitted to herself that Sophie was stunning in every way. She didn't see herself as particularly pretty, but when she found her gaze matched by Sophie's a few times that day, she could have sworn she was blushing a bit sometimes, and maybe even checking her out. That afternoon, the pair found themselves in a department store, browsing through the women's clothing section. Sophie went into a dressing room to try on a cute top they'd found. Abby waited outside, eager to see how it looked on her. "Abby?" Sophie called out from behind the locked door. "Will you... Come here, please?" Abby approached the door, a little confused. "Um..." She heard the door unlock. "Quick, before someone sees!" In a flash, the door opened and Sophie grabbed Abby's arm, pulling her inside and locking the door behind her. Sophie giggled and looked up at her. She was in her underwear, with just a plain bra between Abby and her beautiful breasts. Abby found herself staring. Sophie silently took her hands and squeezed them, before pulling them to her body. "Touch me, Abby..." Abby opened her hands and placed them flat against Sophie's stomach, watching her eyes nervously. Sophie smiled and gently held onto her wrists, enjoying the contact. Abby slowly moved her hands to Sophie's sides, inching upward. Sophie closed her eyes and breathed deeply, with a sigh. The sensation of touching someone's bare skin as they did so was electrifying to Abby. She felt her inhibitions melting despite alarms going off in her head about being caught and thrown out of the store. She dared to move her hand over Sophie's breast and squeeze. Sophie gasped and held back a giggle. Abby couldn't hold back any longer and leaned forward to kiss her, both hands on her chest. Sophie wrapped her arms around her back, pulling her tightly against her. Abby moved her hands up to Sophie's neck, letting her own breasts push against her and set off her pleasure. She quietly whimpered into her sweet lips as the pressure rubbed her through her clothes. Sophie reached down to grasp Abby's butt with both hands and suddenly pulled her waist against her own. Abby wore a pair of light and somewhat tight-fitting shorts, leaving just a few layers between their stirring privates. Abby couldn't tell if she was feeling her own wetness or Sophie's, but at the moment she didn't care. It felt wonderful regardless. She found herself grinding against Sophie as they kissed, something she'd never thought about doing before. It was when Sophie moaned in her ear rather audibly that Abby realized what was happening. She suddenly pulled her face away, staring at Sophie in shock. Sophie's face was flushed, sweat beading around her hairline. Sophie raised a hand to caress Abby's face without saying a word. Every heartbeat felt like minutes passing, waves of pleasure flowing through their bodies with each. The air in that tiny changing room smelled of an alluring mix of perfume, mint, and body heat. Abby listened and waited, praying that no one had heard them. She jumped when Sophie whispered. "It's okay, Abby..." Her mind raced. Was she wet? Was it obvious? A quick glance down gave her the answer she dreaded. Of all the embarrassing situations to be in... "How can I -" Sophie shushed her quietly, ever the calm one. "Wait here." Sophie slipped on her dress and her sandals and calmly exited the changing room. The logic of Sophie's idea made sense to her, in hindsight. She brought back a nice skirt that Abby could wear out of the store, dampened shorts safely stored in a handbag. After paying for Sophie's new top and Abby's new skirt, the shopping trip continued like normal. Abby's mind kept returning to that adventure in the changing room. Her logical mind had been dulled in ways she had never experienced before, lost in the moment. Was it lust? A natural reaction to sexual stimulation? It was blissful, but scary in hindsight. What might she do while she gave into that impulse? Were those things really all that bad? Sophie didn't seem as fazed as she was. Maybe she was good at hiding it. Or, maybe she was more experienced than she let on. Abby couldn't deny that they had both enjoyed it, though, and she even thought that maybe she'd do it again despite the danger of being caught. It was a rush, an excitement that she wasn't used to. All of that on top of the new, wonderful sensations of being so close to someone. ------ Night fell, and the time came to decide what to do and where. Sophie suggested catching a movie while they were still in town, and Abby agreed. She didn't usually care to go to theaters except rarely with a good friend or two. She figured Sophie fell into that category now. The girls chose to see the latest CG family movie, as nothing else looked particularly interesting. The theater was oddly empty for a Saturday night. Maybe all the kids had already seen it. They giggled, chattered, and munched on popcorn through the first half. As they became engrossed in the story and ran out of popcorn, Abby found Sophie's hand clasped tightly in her own. It was a strangely comforting feeling, squeezing her hand in the intense moments and idly playing with her fingers otherwise. As the credits finally rolled, Abby turned her head to look at Sophie. "That was pretty good!" "Mhm." Sophie watched Abby's face in the dark. Abby glanced down at her lips briefly, giving away her thoughts. Sophie smiled and leaned over, gently pressing their lips together. Kissing in a movie theater, Abby thought. There's nowhere else I'd rather be right now. As the last few movie-goers walked out, Abby realized that the crew would be in to start cleaning soon. She pulled away from Sophie's sweet lips to speak. "We should go..." The pair left the movie theater glowing. The sparks were nearly palpable as they pulled into the parking lot of Abby's dorm. The idea was for Sophie to drop her off, but it only took a moment for that plan to fall through as the girls flew up the stairs and to her room. No sooner than Abby had turned on the TV to put on some ambient sound, Sophie had spun her around to kiss her deeply. Her hand quickly found a place under Abby's skirt, and Abby loved it immediately. They stood in the middle of her room kissing deeply and passionately, hands moving all over each other. Sophie unbuttoned Abby's top in a heated flurry, letting it drop to the floor as she grabbed both breasts. Abby cried out in pleasure, not at all concerned with the noise as the TV played and she knew no one could hear. Sophie ravenously went to work on Abby's chest, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin. Abby raised her arms over her head and did all she could to keep breathing as intense waves of pleasure emanated from her hardened nipples. Sophie licked from her chest to her neck as she reached back to unclasp Abby's bra. She watched Abby's face as she dove onto her breasts, sucking on the nipple and tickling it with her tongue. Abby squealed and giggled. She held Sophie's head in both hands as she rose to lock lips once more. Sophie reached up to take her hands and lower them to her own waist. Abby ran her hands along Sophie's thighs, then around her butt cheeks. Everything felt perfect. Abby kept moving upward, pulling Sophie's loose dress along. Sophie raised her arms and the dress came free, leaving her in her underwear. Abby looked her up and down, biting her lower lip. "Your body is amazing..." Smiling, Sophie reached back to unclasp her own bra, unleashing her succulent breasts for the first time. Abby stared in awe. She never realized how much the sight of another woman's bare breasts could turn her on. Sophie took a step closer, grabbing her hand and pulling it to her chest. Abby gently squeezed her hand around it, thinking it was indeed perfect in every way. Absently, her other hand rose up to her own breast, as if to compare, but in reality just to enhance the experience. She broke her gaze to look into Sophie's blue eyes and was overwhelmed by the look of adoration she received. Her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to speak, but words failed. Instead, she locked both of her arms under Sophie's and silently held her tight. Sophie wrapped her arms around Abby's lower back and snuggled up against her. Abby felt herself falling backwards. Luckily, her bed was ready to catch them as she sat down. Sophie gave a deep sigh before propping herself up on the bed, leaving her face inches away from Abby's. "I could hold you forever, Sophie..." Sophie smiled, an idea forming in her head, and she began walking sideways around the foot of the bed. Kicking her shoes off, she crawled onto the bed as Abby watched her curiously without turning her body. Sophie sat up, spreading her sock-covered feet on either side of Abby. She scooted up and reached around to hold Abby's stomach, placing her chin on her shoulder. Abby leaned back into her arms and kissed her ear, holding her hands. "Maybe I'll just let you hold me forever instead..." "Gladly." Abby sighed. "Am I still dreaming?" "If you are, I am too." "Why are you so perfect?" "Why are you?" It made total sense and no sense at the same time. Abby found herself a little worried now. "Is this wrong?" "What?" "Why do we suddenly get to have it all?" Sophie stayed quiet. Abby continued despite the subject matter. "I don't mean to drag you down... It's just the way I think. I can't help it." "It's okay... I understand. You're right. It seems too good to be true. Like a dream..." "But... It's not... This is real." Sophie kissed her neck. "It's real... And I never want to let you go." Abby sighed as her senses tingled. A lingering thought bothered her. She thought she knew the answer, and didn't know how to bring it up, but she felt it needed to be. "Sophie, I know you said it before... About going slow..." "Mhm. I mean it." "I love being close to you... And... Everything... It's just..." "There are lines. We won't cross them until the time is right." Abby sat dumbfounded. What are the chances of meeting someone who thinks just like you do? It seemed impossible. "Are you an angel?" Her question defied even her own beliefs. "I was about to ask you the same thing." Abby could have died happily in her arms then. But somehow she knew there were many more happy days and intimate nights ahead. Her only concerns were the whys and hows. She could only hope they would be answered some day.