Chapter 8: Spread your legs more
"Waking people exist here as ideas of themselves, but they can't consciously see this plane. That said, their ideas of the real world make this place what it is. Their ideas are solid objects here, which is why we both have houses here, and why my car is in my garage.
"Sleeping people can see this place, but generally only if one of us wakes them before they start dreaming. Most dreams take place in the Dreamlands, which is more difficult to get to than here; for us anyway.
"So, what shall we do?"
Michael grinned a foolish grin. "We could go over to your place and fuck."
Julia grinned back and stepped away. "Oh no. Tonight is a lesson night. You need to learn how to use your abilities, and you can obviously use that ability well enough as it is. You can come see me in the morning and we'll exercise that muscle in the real world."
"Okay, well let's go see Lucy."
"Good idea. Where does she live?"
"McClaren Street. It's about a mile..." He was abruptly interrupted by the world blurring around him. It settled after a brief instant and Michael looked at the street nameplate near his leg. "We're here," he said. "How did you do that?"
Julia frowned. "I didn't. I was about to tell you about changing your position here, but I guess that's another thing you're a natural at. You can only pull that trick if you've been somewhere before. I take it you've been here before?"
Michael nodded. "A couple of times, but I've never been to Lucy's house. I guess that's why we're here and not outside her door?"
"Yup. Let's go find her."
The Clayton household was easy to spot as they had a mailbox at the end of the drive with their name on it. The front door was, of course, locked and Julia made an exercise of it, having Michael will the lock open.
"Everything here is in the mind, and you can do anything with your mind. Concentrate on the lock and you can open it."
Michael was surprised how easy it was once he understood what needed to be done. He just imagined a hand opening the door from the inside and it floated open in front of him. He walked in, followed by Julia, and headed upstairs to the family bedrooms.
Lucy's parents occupied a small suite of their own. Lucy's younger brother had a smaller room. Lucy had a middle-sized bedroom with its own bathroom, something Michael envied her. Lucy was in bed, her eyes closed.
"Good, she's asleep, but she's still here, so he's not dreaming. Wake her up."
Michael walked over to Lucy's bed and sat down beside her. "Lucy," he said. "Come on, Lucy, wake up." He patted her shoulder and her eyes flickered open.
"What? Um, what's going on? Oh, Michael. Why are you in my bedroom?" She looked up and spotted Julia. "And you... you were in that dream last night. Who are you?"
"Never mind, dear," Julia told her, "I'm sure Michael would like you to himself for a while, so I think I'll go see if your brother is dreaming." She turned and walked out.
"I don't get it," Lucy said. "I had this really kinky dream last night." She smiled, obviously remembering what had happened. "I've been horny all day because of it."
"I enjoyed it myself," Michael replied. "How about we repeat some of it?"
Lucy swallowed, her smile gone. "That was a dream, now you're in my bedroom."
"You're still just dreaming, Lucy," he said. "There's nothing to worry about." He willed her to be calm as he pulled the sheets off her. She was wearing a white, cotton nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. "You just get out of bed here and slip out of that nightgown. Then we'll see if I can't make you cum as hard as you did last night."
She stood up and he lifted the gown up and over her head. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her nipples were already standing to attention and he slipped a hand between her legs to discover that she was a little wet already. "You really are a horny little minx," he said. She groaned in reply as his index finger split her pussy lips and ran over her clit. "Get down on your knees and put your face on the bed," he commanded, and she complied immediately. "Spread your legs more." He knelt down behind her and wasted no more time in sinking his cock into her pussy.
Five minutes later, his cock bucking in and out of her, his fingers strumming at her clit, she had her first orgasm, shrieking out his name and screaming for him to fuck her harder and faster. Instead he pulled out of her and climbed up onto the bed. She got the idea, climbing up to straddle his hips and sink onto his throbbing member. She began to bounce up and down on his shaft, her own fingers creating foam over her clit in their frenzy to increase her pleasure.
Michael felt he could keep this going all night. His own pleasure continued to build, but he knew that the final release would be that much better the longer he held on. So, he did not cum. It had to be something to do with the nature of this place, he thought.
Lucy came again, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she thrashed on top of him. She climbed off him and got back onto her knees, this time to wrap his cock in her mouth. Her blonde head began bobbing up and down as she sucked him in and waves of pleasure washed up him. She was good at this.
He lifted himself onto his elbows to watch her, and had an idea.