Daddies Brat

Harper

I dreamed I was playing musical chairs. The other participants and I shuffled through the haze-filled room, waiting for the music to stop. The chairs were spread around the room, no two alike. One to my left was a carved wooden chair from a dining room set. Next to it was a collapsible camping chair. To my right was a wooden stool, which wobbled on its legs even though nobody currently sat in it. Behind it was a high-backed chair that must have been a throne.

The music stopped abruptly. I quickly fell into the closest chair at hand, which had a cloth seat and looked like the kind of thing you would find in a fancy restaurant. The people around me seemed annoyed that I had taken the seat, but I ignored them. If they wanted to be sore losers, that was their prerogative.

Someone handed me a steak, the prize for the game. I bit into it, and grease ran down my chin. This enraged the other participants, who shouted and gesticulated as I chewed.

Leslie was suddenly there, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder and calming everyone down. She was a good roommate. A good friend.

She would be a good girlfriend, I found myself thinking. If not for your stupid rule.

Sitting there, chewing on my steak, I couldn’t understand why I had made the rule in the first place. I turned to my right to ask Leslie if she knew…

Leslie was gone, replaced by another woman. One I hadn’t seen in two years. Jess was short and curvy, with a permanent curl to her lips. Like she knew the punchline to a joke before anyone else. She smiled sadly at me, then faded away like mist.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

I reached for her, begging her to stay, but my fingers clawed through her translucent image. A deep pain returned to my gut, like my insides were twisting around a fork. That was why I had made the rule. To avoid this pain.

But things had been so good with Jess while it lasted. More than good: they had been amazing. I was a version of myself I never thought I could be, happy and confident. I knew Riley and Avery felt the same way.

Was it worth it? I wondered. Was that perfect year worth the pain that still remains?

Another question came to me: is the pain so great that I should never try again?

My eyes fluttered awake. I was in my bed, and it was still dark outside. Something warm was touching me: I twisted and realized it was Leslie. She was sleeping on her side, looking as peaceful as an angel.

Bits and pieces from last night returned to me. The brownies. The restaurant. Taco Bell, and cake-or lack thereof. Me asking Leslie to stay with me until I fell asleep.

She had listened.

Leslie made a happy little mewling noise, and rolled over until she was facing the wall. Then she slid closer to me, molding her body against mine like a puzzle piece. Without thought, I folded an arm over her and held her against me, and she made that same happy noise again. There was a lot of bare skin touching; she had stripped down to her bra and panties at some point.

God, this feels good. Why had I been so resistant to this?

But doubts quickly invaded my mind. She was asleep right now. Neither of us were sober last night. This was a mistake. When Leslie woke up and realized where she was, she would probably freak out. I needed to wake her up.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak, though. I just kept holding her, breathing deeply of her scent.

For a while, the world was perfect. Just like it had been with Jess. It was a reminder that maybe I could move on after all, rather than keep living in the past.

After a few minutes, she began to stir. “Leslie?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm?” she replied.

“Are you awake?”

“No,” she whispered. “I’m sleep talking. This is Leslie’s subconscious speaking.”

“Hi, Leslie’s subconscious,” I whispered into the back of her neck. “Do you, or Leslie, remember how you got here?”

“You were high and thought your heart was going to explode from the marijuana. You asked me to stay with you until you fell asleep. But then I fell asleep, too.”

“And you realize we’re spooning right now?”

“Mmm hmm,” she said. “It feels nice.”

Relief flooded into me, and then it was joined by something else. A deep, animal-like lust. How could I not be filled with that, with a gorgeous woman curled up against me?

That’s when I realized I was getting hard. My cock swelled against Leslie’s ass underneath the covers. I pulled my hips back, embarrassed, but her ass followed me backward, maintaining contact.

“More cuddles,” she purred. “Just a little longer.”

I was tense now, aware that my dick was a hundred percent hard, the entire length of it wedged against my roommate’s backside. The layers of clothing between us might as well have not existed. Did she realize I was hard? How could she not?

My arm was still draped over her, and she wrapped her fingers around it and held it close, like a security blanket. I stared at her mane of blonde hair, wondering what to do. As much as I enjoyed the physical contact, I couldn’t make myself relax, now. My mind was racing.

We cuddled like that for a few minutes. It felt like an hour. Leslie’s breathing steadied, and I wondered if she had fallen back asleep.

Then she pushed her ass back, just a little bit. Seconds passed, and she did it again. Like a reverse-thrust, grinding her butt into me. My cock throbbed in response. She did it a third time.

She has to know what she’s doing, I thought. Unless she’s dreaming?

Slowly, Leslie pressed her lips against my hand. The slightest little kiss, leaving a cool spot on my palm. She was grinding her ass more steadily now, back and forth. Back and forth. My erection was nearly painful with need. I longed to take charge, to take her in an animalistic way, but still I hesitated. Even though these signs seemed obvious, I didn’t feel like I had the green light.

Finally, I worked up enough courage to lean forward and kiss the back of her neck. Her hair was in the way, but the gesture was unmistakable. It was the physical equivalent of a question mark.

Leslie let out a soft sigh. The equivalent of an exclamation mark response.

As I pulled her hair aside and kissed the skin of her neck, she drove her ass back against me hard. Demanding me. Our bodies came alive together, churning and writhing, my cock pushing through the fabric of her panties and between her cheeks. Leslie took my hand and kissed it again, then slid one of my fingers into her mouth. The sucking sensation of her lips around it banished my last remaining doubts.

I yanked her panties down, then did the same to my underwear. The sudden warmth of her bare ass cheek against my hard length was like heaven. I guided myself up into her drenched lips, just the tip at first, until Leslie slapped her ass back against me, demanding every inch that I had.

She arched her back as I filled her, and stopped sucking on my finger long enough to let a moan fill the room. My long exhale stirred her hair as we both gloried in the way our bodies fit together.

Leslie twisted around so that I could see her beautiful face, eyes lidded with ecstasy. Those eyes told me this was no dream, that she knew exactly where she was and who she was with. We kissed, and then began moving as one. I drove my cock into her from behind, amazed at how perfect she felt. She tore her lips away from mine and leaned forward, giving me a better angle as we made love.

I squeezed her breast through her bra, wishing I had taken the last bit of her clothing off. She clung to my arm, head rolling back and lips parting in silent pleasure. Every bit of her, everything I saw and felt, urged my movements to greater speed.

I never imagined she could feel so good, I thought as I gripped her body tightly.

We were both keenly aware that Avery’s bedroom was next to mine, and that he would hear if we made any noise. Leslie took my finger again, biting it gently to stifle a groan, then sucking on it again. Her body was like liquid against mine, flowing as my cock slammed into her over and over, faster as I neared a blinding climax. She was gasping too now, sucking in her every breath, body going tight like a wire in my arms. A cry of pleasure erupted from her lips, and I clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her just as I exploded myself, erupting inside of her. She clamped her muscles down around me almost painfully as her long moans crashed against my palm.

I clenched my eyes shut and savored the perfect moment, and then our bodies went still.