Dream of Her
“Planet Earth to Bill. Are you there?” Cameron asked, fingers tapping on the wooden desk to an imaginary beat.
“Huh, what?” The college sophomore shook his head, droopy eyes unable to recognize his best friend’s features. He seemed to be under the influence of a powerful drug when in fact sleep deprivation was the most obvious choice. The amphitheater was almost deserted, a blessing to mask his untimely behavior.
“You were dozing off again… Be glad Mrs. Winters isn’t here otherwise you would be in a world of trouble right now.”
“I was actually dreaming of her.” Bill yawned.
“Oh? Is that something you do a lot?”
“As of late, yes. Don’t really know why.”
“Tell me more.” Cameron rubbed his hands.
Bill adjusted himself on the dark worn-out seat and mumbled:
“It’s the fifth time this week I’ve had this dream. It’s late in the afternoon and I’m alone with her in one of the smaller classrooms. She’s wearing this gorgeous red leather skirt that makes it impossible for me not to stare. She says I’m to repeat and memorize everything she’s about to write on the whiteboard in front of her and then things get confusing. One moment, I’m sitting idly, pen and paper in hand, and the next I’m on my knees, chanting mindless mantras and desperate to kiss her ass. When I wake up, she’s all I can think of and I have this crazy urge to masturbate myself silly for her entertainment no matter who’s watching. I know it’s wrong because she’s old enough to be my mother for fuck’s sake, but it feels so good! Shit!”
“Glad I’m not the only one,” Cameron whistled.
“Wait, you’ve been having erotic dreams with her too?”
“All the time. I can never tell if I’m awake or not. She has one hell of an ass, doesn’t she?”
“It’s just… perfect. Fuck, how can a woman in her fifties be so fucking hot?”
“No clue.”
“And the dreams… they’re just so vivid. I’m not one for begging but she makes me want to do it. God, I want to beg her to use me right now!”
“That’s good.”
“Huh?”
“That feeling… that need… it’s wonderful, it’s almost as perfect as her ass. You should hold on to it, ride it. The more you take it in, the better you’ll feel. The better you feel, the more submissive and obedient you’ll become which is exactly what you want to be whenever she talks to you. That’s how things are meant to go down and you love to go down for her… deeper… loving this craving as it becomes you. This dream is all that matters. Dream of her, slave. Do it now!”
The sound of pointy heels danced on the university’s floor as Bill’s eyes sunk into hypnosis once more. Melody Winters leaned against his sleepy face and grinned from ear to ear.
“Such a wonderful subject… let’s see what else I can make you dream of…”
