0 comments/ 13907 views/ 2 favorites When Nightmares Lead To Love By: curlyandcurvy Hey guys, here's my first attempt at romantic writing, so I have no idea if I can pull it off without your lovely feedback! There's probably some clichés thrown in along the way, but anyway, I hope you enjoy it, even if it does take a little while to gear up! Keep reading x x x Ps, Sorry if there's any typos, it's late! *** The living room was in darkness when I woke up suddenly from a nightmare. As soon as I opened my eyes the thoughts that had woken me evaporated into the air and I was left feeling panicked and disorientated, my eyes straining to adjust to the claustrophobic shadows. I was on the couch, lying on my front with my face turned right, my right arm hung over the side. A thin line of drool escaped my lips, running down my chin and onto the rust coloured fabric. I looked towards the television, squinting as I tried to make out the time from the little glowing green letters on the VCR. 3:00 am. I turned onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I couldn't see anything as my eyes refused to focus, so I let them fall shut. But now I was awake, I would never fall back to sleep again. My back was already protesting from lying on the too-old couch for so many hours. I groaned softly and sat up, still a bit drowsy and rubbed my grey eyes with the heels of my hands. I wasn't covered by a blanket and was still dressed in the clothes I wore the day before. My black vest was rucked up and twisted, making my breasts and back feel itchy. Instead of adjusting it I took it off, letting the cool night air hit me. Standing up, I brushed down my low-slung black combats and walked towards the hallway. I slowly crept up the stairs, missing the ones I knew would creek, so I wouldn't wake up my housemate, Ben. The hallway was a strange colour of orange and black, illuminated from a streetlamp outside. It made the usual shadows long and disjoined and I felt the familiar stab of fear whenever I felt threatened in the dark. It was a fear I had since childhood, feeling watched and yet alone, it probably stemmed from watching too many horror movies, but it still made me feel frightened. I began to hurry along the corridor past the bathroom, and laundry cupboard. I stopped as I came up to Ben's bedroom. I could hear muffled music, either from the TV or stereo, it sounded as if Ben was listening to a very heavy metal band in his room. I grinned; memories of the bickering that went on between us whenever the topic of music came up. I preferred Oasis and he preferred Rancid. Arguing what was better provided hours of amusement and good-natured jibes. His door was slightly ajar, realising I was indeed topless after a stray beam of orange light hit my gold nipple bar, I ducked away from his door, but not before I saw something that made my almond shaped eyes go wide. Because the music was so loud, Ben hadn't realised his door was part way open, or that I had been moving around outside his room. What made me return my eyes to that slit in the doorway was the fact that Ben was on his bed, his naked body lit up by a small light that was on in the corner of the black-painted room. I watched with morbid fascination as he ran his hands down over his chest, tattooed arms long and sinewy, until he reached his engorged cock. With his eyes squeezed shut, and lips parted as he softly panted while he pumped his hand up and down in a steady rhythm. My breath caught in my throat. Ben looked like a work of art anyway, thanks to his multitude of tattoos and piercings, but here, in the soft light, his defined body dappled in sweat as he worked himself into a frenzy, he looked more beautiful than any other man I had ever seen. Instinctively I rolled my pierced nipple between my fingers, shivering as goosebumps popped all over my hypersensitive skin. I could feel myself begin to get wet, and I ached to reach inside my combats and rub my clit until the burn went away. But I knew I had to stop, if Ben opened his eyes, and caught me peeking through his door, like some crazy voyeur I would have a lot of explaining to do. Dropping my hand to my side I continued to walk along the hall until I reached my room. I could feel my heart thudding and my blood racing around my veins. I hadn't felt this turned on in a long time. Walking inside I threw the switch and winced as the harsh light pierced my eyes. Shutting the door with a soft click I walked over to my bed and sat down, kicking off the rest of my clothes until I was naked. I lay back against the cool sheets, Ben's music still muffled but pounding nonetheless ringing through my ears. Closing my eyes and sighing I thought about our relationship. It had all started when I moved to Washington from England when I was seventeen. I originally went to visit my cousin Mike, who was staying there and who offered me a free place to stay for a few weeks. As soon as I arrived I fell head over heels in love with the East Coast, and knew that I had to stay. I quit college and my part time job and moved to Washington permanently, not knowing that Mike was preparing to come back to England. As soon as he told me, I panicked and realised that moving to some large and foreign country before I was legally an adult, was, even for me, a bit irresponsible. With a week to go before Mike left we went to a concert, where I met a few of his friends, including Ben. And even though he was seven years older than me we clicked right away, and as soon as I told him about my living situation he offered me the spare room in his house, as he had just split up with his girlfriend and needed some company. I never had any remotely sexual feelings for Ben, and now just one year later I was lying on my bed, running my fingers up and down my moist slit, wondering if Ben had come, and what it would be like to see him do it, not to mention taste it. Reaching up to lightly pinch my throbbing clit I gasped as an orgasm quickly washed over me, my pelvis clenching almost painfully as my muscles worked together until I was sheathed in a light film of sweat. Panting harder, I let my eyelids flutter shut, feeling sleep approach and drag me back into my dreams. Waking up five hours later, with gloomy October sunlight creeping in through the blinds I stared up at the ceiling. Seeing Ben this morning would be awkward, especially now I thought I liked him in a way that I know would freak him out. In most cases, even though he was a punk, he was incredibly shy around women if he knew they liked him. Living with an eighteen year-old wannabe punk would probably test his fragile heart to the limit. Looking out into the murky corridor I heard the sounds of Ben making himself breakfast downstairs. I rushed into the bathroom and cleaned my teeth and showered in about twenty minutes. I knew I had to see Ben, and decide if I wanted to take things further than friendship, because if I did living with someone, who you know doesn't want you, can be difficult. Back in my room I changed into baggy beige dickies and a tight bottle green vest top without a bra. The fabric clung to my well-filled breasts and my left nipple bar was easily seen, as was the few tattoos on my back. I didn't bother putting on much make up, apart from mascara as fiddling around with eye shadow and foundation can be a real pain when you have an eyebrow stud, not to mention a nose and labret ring. My shoulder length hair caused me the most time and effort. In the end I decided to twist it all up into little horns, the bright purple strands underneath contrasting with my natural dark golden blonde on top. After I finished getting ready I looked into the mirror for a few moment. I wasn't tall or short, I wasn't fat or thin. I was pretty much your average kind of a girl, with hair dye, piercings and a few tattoos. It took me from the age of twelve to seventeen to finally become comfortable with body, and myself and now I was expressing it in the only way I knew how. Finally downstairs I found Ben in the kitchen, back against the counter drinking coffee out of a very old and chipped mug. I faltered as he looked up and smiled. 'Hey' That was it then, I decided. I did like him that way. I looked into those brown eyes, smudged slightly with black eyeliner and I realised I had lost the power of speech. 'Hey, Ruby, are you ok? You're a little red' I just nodded back at him and smiled weakly. I could feel myself blushing; oh this was bad, very bad. I turned my back to him and made myself coffee, all the while, I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I drank with my back to him as well; I simply couldn't look at that shock of black hair, or his lip piercings without the realisation that in fact, I had been in love with him for a year, and only after seeing him masturbate had I realised it. It also hit me that this made me one of the shallowest people to grace to the earth, but hey, everyone needs some sort of vision to get them back with the program. I flinched as I felt his hand touch my shoulder. They were dry and calloused after hours playing the guitar. It made my skin burn all over. He gently turned me around to face him. Warily I looked into his eyes, they were full of concern. He cocked his head to one side; it made him look like an enquiring puppy. I bit my lower lip, the metal brushing my teeth. 'Are you ok? I know it's early, but you're never this quiet'. His hand was still on my shoulder, he rubbed my slightly and I could feel my body begin to purr. 'I'm…' In love with you '…Fine' I smiled broadly. 'Just a bit tired' I finished, breathing deeply. I could smell him, soap and just a hint of pot. It clung to him like tar. He chuckled then, I wanted to reach up and press my lips against his, and suck his tongue into my mouth, but instead I asked, 'What are you laughing at?' He smiled at me again, 'You fell asleep on the couch last night, I was going to wake you, but you looked so cute, you know, drooling and stuff' I playfully cuffed his arm, and he seemed satisfied that I was ok. I watched him walk into the living room, feeling as though my heart was underneath his chucks. The day passed without much incident, I kept stealing glances at him at every opportunity, wishing I could curl myself into him when we watched TV together, or kiss his neck when he stretched. I wanted to kill the guy that invented unrequited love. It sucked. As evening began to fall, Ben fell through the front door with a silly grin on his face. 'What?' I asked, looking up from a magazine. 'Wanna watch a video?' He replied, holding up the box he was carrying. 'Sure' I shrugged, 'Whatever' I watched as he fiddled around with the VCR, and sighed inwardly as he came to sit next to me. His side cool from the air outside. I had already drawn the curtains and the room with lit by a single lamp and the TV. Some movie that I cant remember the title of came on, it was a cheesy action flick that had Ben falling off the couch in barely concealed testosterone driven glee. Meanwhile my mind switched off and instead focused on the warmth that poured onto my flesh from Ben's soft arm. I inched sideways until I could feel the entire side of him pressed up against me. This drew his attention from the TV for a second. He looked at me quizzically; I just looked up at him, my eyes huge and grey, almost innocent, but not quite. He smiled and moved his arm, so it rested against my shoulders. I sighed audibly and leaned against him, one hand on my thigh, the other in the crevice between our legs, my fingers stroking ever so slightly. Then something strange began to happen. As my cheek rested against his upper chest I heard his heart begin to race. At first I thought it was the high-speed car chase that was beginning to get him worked up. But then I noticed that his hand, once cupping my shoulder had now began to run up and down my upper arm. Making the skin underneath tingle. I smiled, closing my eyes. This was perfect. I became a little bolder and moved my hand right onto his thigh, very lightly. He didn't do anything apart from take a breath, and carried on stroking my arm. I looked up again, and saw Ben looking down at me, his eyes almost black with dilated pupils. My heart started to thud harder, making my throat dry. Ben's hand gripped me tighter, pulling me closer towards him. I turned my head upwards and tried to focus on his eyes. Everything went in slow motion, like those crappy romantic comedies. Before I knew it Ben's face was directly in front of mine, his head slightly to the left, his lips parted. This was it. It was like a force had been unleashed within the two of us, almost as if a rubber band had been pulled to its limit before snapping. I grasped the back of his neck with my hand, feeling his warmth. Our mouths crashed together, lips mashed, the slight metallic sound of lip ring on lip ring. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, running my tongue along his piercings. I felt him moan deeply, feeling the vibrations through his chest. His arms moved around me, holding me to him in a vice like grip. I could feel his heart crashing, mine was doing a pretty good drum solo itself. Finally, our tongues found each other. They thrashed together, freeing pent up passion and lust, I loved the way his tongue felt against mine, sliding and sucking. Ben's lips moved along my jaw line, sending shivers of delight along my veins, making my nipples press against the smooth fabric of my top. His lips continued their assault until they reached my neck, where they clasped my warm flesh and sucked. I leaned further back into the couch, dragging Ben with me. His tongue drew patterns on my soft skin. Soft moans escaped my lips, my fingers thrusting into his hair, urging him on. His hands caressed my sides, moving towards my breasts. We continued to kiss each other breathless, the cool metal of our lip rings soothing the flushed swell of our lips. My head was on the arm of the sofa, my hair standing static, damn man made fibres. I could feel Ben's strong hands through the fabric of my top. They cupped my breasts, rubbing with feather light touches. I could tell he was apprehensive, I was to. I took my hands from the back of his neck and ran them up and down his brightly coloured arms. He stopped kissing me and met my eyes; he looked at me cautiously, silently asking me if this was okay. Instead of saying out loud, 'Hey this is fine; take me now on the couch, even though I never realised you wanted me. Or that I wanted you' And completely ruining the moment, I just smiled at him, then reached up and kissed his neck, swiftly flicking out my tongue and drawing small circles before sucking him gently. He groaned as I pulled away, I kissed his mouth again, our tongues meeting once more, twisting around each other. As much as I was enjoying this, the weight of him was starting to become overwhelming, so I gently rolled him over so we were both on our sides. That is, I thought I rolled him over gently until we both hit the floor with a crash, taking the coffee table with us. What a mood killer. We rolled away from each other, completely winded. Ben was rubbing his ribs, and because I fell on him I felt like a baby elephant. The tension in the air broke, and we both laughed. I sat up with my back against the couch, watching him as he sat up, knees bent, resting on his hands. 'Wow' was all he said. 'Wow what?' I brushed my hair away from my face; my eyes had begun to itch, my mascara everywhere. I didn't want to dwell on what a fright I must look. 'Wow everything. This is pretty fucking incredible'. I grinned as he crawled towards me. I didn't reply, just watched him some more, I was getting hooked on him already. He sat in front of me and reached out, cupping my face with both hands. We kissed once more, but it was soft, tender if you will. I loved kissing him, the way his plump lips moved against mine, feeling his piercings drag against my yielding skin. We fitted together perfectly. 'Come upstairs?' He asked, I saw the apprehension in his eyes again. I grinned at him and took his offered hand. We practically skipped upstairs. Once upstairs in the hallway another problem arose. I went straight past his room, whilst he stopped in front of it. As we were holding hands, I bounced back against him. We turned to each other, a sheepish smile on my face. I could feel a blush creeping its way onto my face. He lent down next to my ear and whispered 'Next time we can use your room' His warm breath sent shudders through my body. I also had to resist the urge to jump and down screaming 'There's going to be a next time! YES!' He pushed the door open and for the first time nerves hit me like a punch in the face. I took in the surroundings of where I would finally have sex with the person I now regarded as a soul mate. It was very black, very gothic, and very sexy. Candles were littered on every surface, and I watched, back up against the door as Ben flittered around lighting them. I hit the lights and he jumped, I smirked realising we were just as nervous as each other. He turned back towards me, walking slowly. I met him half way, at the side of his double bed. I glanced down. Black satin sheets. Kinky. Our mouths met with a crash, nerves fuelling our desire. As our tongues lashed around each other, I touched the hem of Ben's shirt. I yanked it over his head, breaking the kiss. As the shirt dropped to the floor I ran my hands over his chest, smiling softly at the way his breathing increased, and at the softness of him. I circled my fingers over his tiny nipples, making him moan as he bent my head back and dotted kisses up and down my neck. With my hands resting on his shoulders it was Ben's turn to take off my top. I sighed as the fabric brushed past my sensitive skin, nipples pushed out as far as they would go, aching for contact. My top found his on the floor. His broad, guitar calloused hands skimmed my skin as I choked out little whimpers of approval. Finally centring on my breasts he palmed them gently, playing with me as I started to purr. He grinned wickedly as he found my nipple piercing. Rolling the rose bud pink bump and gold stud made me moan louder than normal. He knew what he was doing. My head started to become light, and I knew I couldn't remain standing for much longer. As if reading my mind, Ben pushed me gently back onto the bed, the satin feeling cool and silky against my bare back. I lay back, watching as Ben poked out a tentative tongue and lightly swirled around my entire breast, making me gasp out, while his hand was busy with the other one, flicking the nipple and alternating hard and soft squeezes. He eyes never left mine and I watched as his lips closed over my left nipple, his lip rings adding to the delicious friction. My stomach muscles had begun to tighten, my body's way of telling me to hurry up and come already. My moans were becoming louder as Ben switched breasts, his fingers achingly slow as they spread his saliva around on my breast, which he had previously licked. I twisted my fingers in his hair, feeling the strands slip through my fingers. I had to get more contact, this was driving me nuts. I pushed him away, and he looked up at me, confusion clouding his eyes. He face cracked into an evil grin as he realised what I was up to as we traded places. I lingered over the fly of his trousers, pulling down the zipper so slow the sound started to become comical. I lightly brushed my hands over the hot lump beneath his boxers. He took a breath and sucked his lip ring into his mouth as I pulled his trousers fully off and flung them over my shoulder. Panic hit me as I wondered if I had thrown them onto a candle, then suddenly not caring because I would die happy anyway. Again with aching slowness I pulled his boxers down, displaying for the first time (For all Ben knew) his six-inch cock. I stared in disbelief at how hard and thick he was close up. I looked up into Ben's eyes, he smirked, the arrogant pig, knowing I was impressed. I pulled his boxers all the way off, but dropped them to the floor softly. When Nightmares Lead To Love I leaned further down until I was nestled comfortably between his legs, his hands braced on my shoulders. I wrapped my right hand around the base, using my left to ever so softly massage his balls. It was my time to smirk as Ben's eyes popped out of his head with lust. I traced my hand up and down in a steady rhythm, ignoring the most-sensitive tip, instead blowing cool hair onto it softly. I could feel his thighs begin to tremble, oh I was loving this. I finally palmed the head of his cock, smearing the precum that had formed, making it run down his shaft. Ben's moans became softer and continuous; he sounded like he was humming. I slowed my pumping down as Ben's hips began to thrust into my hand. I didn't want this to end yet. While I slowed he ran his hands through my hair, sighing over and over again. I bent my head and listened as Ben groaned, 'Holy…Fuck…Unghh'. I took him into my warm, wet mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight skin. Saliva dripped down the sides and I used it to keep up the semi hand job. I drew figures of eight with my tongue whilst alternating with long and slow sucks, gradually taking more and more of him into my mouth as my throat muscles relaxed. I loved the way he tasted, it just made me want more. His hips began to thrust again, I knew he was getting close, his throaty sighs were turning me on, I love encouragement. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, this time not minding the cloying stickiness; I flexed my legs together, for much needed friction. His hands gripped my hair as I sucked hard one final time become he came, shooting himself into my mouth, the thick white liquid spilling out of my mouth and down his length, until it pooled onto his lower stomach. He collapsed back, sweat making him glint gold in the light, he cheeks had a red wine flush to them, a grin plastered over his face, eyes shut. They flung open again as I used my tongue to lick up what I couldn't swallow the first time round. By now he was so sensitive he was whimpering slightly, gripping onto the bed sheets. When he was clean he pulled me up and kissed me hard, I shivered in delight as his tongue searched the corners of my mouth, he was tasting himself and knowing he didn't mind something that most men would gag at, made me want him so much more. He wrapped his arms around me and we hugged tightly, still holding onto me he flipped us over again, until I was back against the pillows, a smile fluttering over my mouth. He began to torture me like I had him, slowly removing all the clothes I had on, until I was completely exposed. As much as I wanted to watch him, I couldn't resist and shut my eyes, concentrating on what he was doing. I felt him part my legs, then raise them; I felt his strong shoulders as he placed them over his shoulders. He scooted forwards and I felt his warm breath on my inner thigh, I jumped and felt his smile against the crook between my thigh and pussy. Softly his tongue darted out and drew intricate patterns on my downy skin, driving me wild, purposely ignoring my aching frustration. I started to groan like a dirty phone caller as he moved to the other side. I panted as I felt the first slight touch of his finger against my moist slit, running up and down, teasing me until I felt myself open. Instead of entering me with his fingers, he pulled the skin flat and uncovered my pulsing clit. My entire body jerked as his tongue finally slid over me, lips recreating a whirlpool, the rhythm steady and unforgiving. I delved my fingers into his hair, hips thrusting towards his mouth as he started to twirl his index finger into my hole. It was more than I could bear. I started to really cry out as he wiggled his lower lip over my clit, making his lip ring act as some sort of vibrator, I started to feel my pelvis clench and relax, and I knew an orgasm of monster proportions wasn't far off. He continued to tickle my lips and hole with his fingers while his tongue and mouth sucked on my throbbing clit until my pussy muscles finally caved and I came, screaming his name and bucking my hips until the painful pleasure subsided into delicious tingles that floated all over my body. I opened my eyes and watched as Ben gently lowered my legs, and crawled over my body. I was sheathed in sweat, my hair curling into ringlets at the base of my neck. It was my turn to taste myself as his tongue circled my lips before slipping into my mouth. I sucked hard on his tongue, my orgasm gearing me up for more. He lay fully on top of me, head pressed into my shoulder as I ran my fingers through his sweat filled hair. The air of his bedroom smelled like sweat, sex and cum. I wanted to stay there forever. He kissed my shoulders softly, his hands curling over my sides until they rested on my stomach. 'Do you know…?' He started, before breathlessness overtook him. I grinned and kissed his forehead. He had been practically suffocating himself for my benefit. 'Hmm' I murmured, running my hands down his back, over his ass, and back up to the nape of his neck where I curled the little hairs around my finger. '…How much I love you?' He finished, his cheek resting against the top of my chest. I think it startled him when I jumped up because he pitched to the side. 'What?' I suddenly couldn't stop smiling, I was breathing hard, looking at his adorable face, eye liner smudged, hair sticking up at odd angles, love bites in places I didn't realise I had sucked. He looked like a confused puppy, which changed as soon as I launched myself onto him and attached my lips to his again. I broke off, 'I love you too', and he was the one who couldn't stop smiling. We were still nestled against each other when I felt his cock start to pulse again. Our eyes met and Ben's rolled back in his head as I fluttered my hand over the glistening tip. I was still wet from my orgasm, and straddled his thighs, looking down at him. His hands reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his thick, proud cock. I gasped as I felt his fullness slide up me to the hilt. My swollen clit was pressed against his pubic bone, rubbing in tiny circles until I was panting like an athlete. We started to rock together, our hips jerking when the pleasure became intense. His hands helped me move along, and I reached out and gripped his shoulders, thrusting harder against him until our groans once more filled the air. Before long his hips started to thrust uncontrollably fast, just as my clit was close to bursting with hot, greedy pleasure. Ben arched his back and I reached back and grabbed his legs, allowing his thick spunk to fill me, shooting up like a geyser. As he finished spurting, I looked down and wiped his hair from out of his chocolate brown eyes. 'I should have nightmares more often'. I smiled as he reached and kissed my palm. 'Huh?' He smiled back, his cheeks dimpling. I cupped his cheek, 'I'll explain in the morning'