Brad and I met in college, and by chance ran into each other a few years later at an airport.

In the few minutes before catching our flights, we discovered we had both been recently transferred and been living in the same city for nearly a month. Upon returning from our trips, we began spending time together and getting reacquainted. We enjoyed countless platonic nights, staying in with a movie or going out on the town. Then one night I had a particularly erotic dream that would soon change our relationship.

In the dream Brad and I were relaxing on the couch watching a movie. As I am always a little chilly in his apartment, a blanket lay across my lap. During a sexy scene in the movie, I was suddenly overcome with desire. I imagined Brad’s kisses on my shoulder and his hand on the inside of my thigh. Pretty soon I thought I would explode. I squeezed my thighs together, which only intensified my urges. I needed to touch myself. As we sat side by side, I snuck my hand under the blanket. My fingers quickly found their way inside my panties.

Trying to keep it a secret, I used tiny movements to caress my swollen clit. I was so enthralled in secretly pleasuring myself that I didn’t hear Brad ask if I wanted a drink. As he repeated the offer, I turned to him and was jolted to see that his eyes were now fixed on the ever-so-slight movements below the blanket. I was caught. Before I could succumb to embarrassment, however, Brad’s hand touched the rising bulge in his pants.

My stomach was full of knots as sexual electricity consumed us both. Brad showered my neck and shoulders with kisses as he whispered, “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Chills ran down my spine. He stood up to remove his T-shirt, and I unzipped his jeans to unleash his throbbing shaft. Without a second thought I bent to him and traced the outline of his cock with my tongue. He tensed and sucked in his breath as I wrapped my lips around his balls ever so gently. I licked up and down his swollen shaft.

With my right hand wrapped around the base of his cock and my left cupping and massaging his balls, I wrapped my lips around the head of his magnificent prick. I sucked away until his breathing began to quicken and he pushed me off. “Not yet,” he said. “It’s your turn.” He knelt in front of me, fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. I felt his hands cup my breasts through my bra. His fingertips caressed my nipples, making my body tingle.

Brad helped me out of the remainder of my clothes, and then stopped to take a drink from a glass of ice water on the coffee table. With an evil grin he revealed the small piece of ice he’d kept tucked in his mouth. With a deep kiss, he passed the ice to me and began a trail of kisses from my neck to my breasts. He teased me until I begged for his mouth to be on my hard nipples. I was overcome with desire. I had to have all of him. Each flutter of his lips and tongue across my nipples made my heart pound faster.

I squirmed beneath his touch, trying to ease the ache between my legs. I reached down with my own hand and inserted a finger into my steaming pussy. With Brad’s mouth on my tits and my finger in my pussy, I was on the verge of exploding. With a quick movement, he drew my hand up to his mouth and hungrily sucked my nectar from my finger. I let out a loud wail and said, “Now! I need you now!”

Brad picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. As I lay spread-eagled on the bed, my pussy gaping in anticipation of the fuck I so desperately needed, he crawled between my thighs and pulled my legs over his shoulders. His tongue entered the juicy folds of my pussy and skillfully teased my clit. Moaning and writhing beneath him, I felt my desire building to climax as he continued this sweet torture by inserting a finger into my dripping cunt. It took only moments. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and I pulled Brad’s head closer to me as I came with a force I had never before experienced. He hummed with delight into my pussy as he lapped up my come with an eager tongue.

Though I was limp as a rug, the orgasm only made me hungry for more. As Brad joined me on the bed, I found myself taking control. I pushed him down, and once again directed my attention to his amazing cock. As my mouth surrounded it, he clawed at the sheets. Then, much to his dismay, I let his dick slip from my mouth. I climbed atop him and teasingly rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy lips, coating him with my still-oozing come. I guided him into me, rocking until I had fully accepted him. Brad grabbed my hips to steady us as we found our perfect rhythm, then pulled me closer to play with my tits as they bounced above him.

In one swift move he rolled me over and took charge. He thrust harder and faster. I felt the heat build once again in me as he hit my G spot with each thrust. I knew I was close to coming, and I urged him on. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to come!” I cried. Unable to control myself, I let out a scream while I rode the waves of orgasm.

Compelled by my coming, Brad could hold back no longer. I felt his cock surge within me. “Fuck me harder!” I begged. With a final thrust, Brad squeezed me to him, and I felt his cock spray hot come deep within me. We collapsed together, exhausted and sharing wicked smiles.

When the alarm went off, wrapping up the dream, I discovered I had two fingers buried in my syrupy-wet pussy, tingles from my orgasms still coursing through my body.

I kept my movie date with Brad that evening, despite concerns that I would be unable to control my newly awakened sexual appetite. To calm my desires, I masturbated several times earlier that day while replaying the dream in my head. However, one look at Brad as he opened his apartment door made my pussy wet. This time, when my hand slipped below the blanket during the movie and he looked curiously in my eyes, I just smiled. When I awoke the next morning wrapped in Brad’s strong arms, I was glad that this time it hadn’t been a dream.