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The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. Not because I had drunk too much last night, but because I slept too deeply after such an eventful night. I dreamt a lot of Dean and my stranger, the dreams kind of morphing themselves into one, becoming both my nightmare and my ultimate fantasy. I dreamt of Dean’s tenderness and my stranger’s rough touch as they pulled at me from both sides. It was almost as if my dream was asking me to make a choice. Who did I want, Dean or my stranger? I couldn’t deny that I wanted both. I wanted Dean’s gentle touch, but I also wanted my stranger’s grip as he tugged at my hair and pushed his fingers deep inside of me. In my dream, I waged a war, screaming and shouting inside my head. I arched my back, parted my lips with a moan, unable to hide my desire these two men sparked within me. As the dream continued, I suddenly had both of them beside me. Dean gently stroked one nipple, while my stranger pulled and tugged at the other with his teeth. Every touch, every pinch, every caress, and every bite had me careening towards that orgasm I knew would rip me apart at any moment. I thought that Dean and my stranger would fight, but all they did was concentrate all their efforts solely on bringing me to that beautiful precipice. I was wanton, and I felt selfish that I could demand such an act from these two men. Who was I to ask such as task from them? And why on earth were they giving it to me? They were offering themselves freely, worshipping and adoring, and my stranger was even using every part of my body.
With Dean on one side and my stranger on the other, Dean lapped my nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. He rubbed my clit so gently, so tenderly, my body cried for its release. At the same time, my stranger had my other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and fast. He was pounding my pussy with his fingers, sending me into delirium. The gentleness, combined with the brutality, had my orgasm coming thick and fast. It blew and the sound of fireworks went off in my head. Bright colours seemed to dance before my eyes as I screamed and writhed beneath their every touch.
It was the most erotic, intense dream I ever had. I had never fantasised about two men like that before, but the dream seemed to open my eyes. I knew it was only because it involved Dean and my stranger, but the thought of them worshipping me like that had my pulse react quickly. I wanted that dream to be true. I wanted Dean’s caress and my stranger’s rough hands on me. It filled me with a desire I never thought I could ever imagine.
I threw my duvet off and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin. I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew it must have been quite late. I got back just after one in the morning, but I couldn’t fall asleep at first. I just kept thinking of Lotus and what he did to me last night. As always, I let him command me. Instead of punishing him, he ended up throwing it back around on me. I could have hated him, but all I wanted was for him to smack my ass and throw me over the kitchen table. My god, what was wrong with me?
With a shake of my head, I made my way to the shower. I glanced at the time as I went and, immediately, went into panic mode. Shit, it was after twelve and I was supposed to be at the hospital at one.
As quickly as possible, I jumped into the shower, then got dressed and headed straight out the door. I didn’t bother putting make-up on. I barely even brushed my teeth. I had to get to the hospital and I had to make sure it all went according to plan. Jeremy was my priority today and I was determined not to let him down. I was determined to give him the best sixteenth birthday he could ever dream of.
Racing to the hospital, I got to the ward with only a couple minutes to spare. I walked in, and Jeremy looked up and smiled, making my heart light up.
“What are you doing here? It’s not visiting hours yet,” he said, smiling brightly. “Oh, by the way, you look like shit.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, eyeing him with an unamused grin. “Well, good afternoon to you, too, you little shit.”
“Hey, you can’t say things like that. I’m young, remember?”
“Well, now that you’ve turned sixteen, I can talk to you any way I like. Suck it up, birthday boy!”
He shook his head with a smile. “It’s like that, is it?”
I nodded. “Oh, yes. It’s like that. You and I need to leave this joint. I got somewhere I need to take you. Are you up for a little adventure?”
Jeremy’s face lit up. “Are you serious?” he whispered.
Holding out my hand, I nodded again. “As serious as I’ll ever be.”
Throwing the covers off, Jeremy got out of bed. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I giggled at his eagerness. “Well, one, I wanted to make sure you were well enough for this, and two, I don’t think it would be a good idea if you left the hospital in your pyjamas.”