Sweet Dreams Part 2 – The Heights of Love

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I worked really hard to get this one out quickly. It definitely features more sex than the first story, and is much lighter. I already have most of the next part mapped out, but I have an exceptionally busy week, so it likely won’t be up for a little while. It will be a little longer as well, and deal with some different themes.

Enjoy, and if you vote negatively, I’d just be curious to hear why, so I encourage you to comment if you did.

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Chapter #1 – Distractions

Brandon tried focusing on his classes as much as he could, but he was once again distracted. His newfound girlfriend Jeannette turned out to be the daughter of a sex genie, and their first time making love had unearthed a rather interesting power – she could see the sexual fantasies of the people around her, and when Brandon had skin to skin contact with her, he could see them as well.

He had noticed Becky Greenwood’s fantasy that morning at school, and for some reason it appealed to him. On one side, it was rather simple – she wanted to explore nature with someone she loved. The image that had triggered it was one of two people holding hands at the top of a mountain, overlooking a pristine valley. Brandon had been drawn to the innocence and purity of the dream, as well as the romantic aspects of it. This wasn’t just elaborate sex fantasies – this was about sharing with another person, of love, not just lust. Since Becky wasn’t really a part of any clique at school, Brandon wasn’t sure what it would take to assist her with that fantasy, but he at least wanted to try.

On the other hand, two school days previous had been spent studiously avoiding a rather embarrassing situation with a classmate, and then when she turned the situation around on him, the next day trying to keep his thoughts off how his now girlfriend was trying to entice and seduce him. While he was smart enough not to have to worry about understanding the material, he was a little worried about class participation and pop quizzes over the types of obtuse things teachers like throwing out during classes to trap you and ensure that you were paying attention to them.

Once school was over, he wasn’t sure he had made enough headway in assisting Becky. Part of the issue was finding the other person for her to be with. For that, he would need his girlfriend’s help, as she was able to see fantasies all the time, and he only could when they touched. Most teachers heavily frowned upon public displays of affection, so he was going to have a rough time of it.

He wanted to enlist his girlfriend’s aid, but she was a little distracted at the moment. “Since we’re going to your place so I can have dinner with your parents, what time will they get home?”, she asked as soon as he got in the car.

“Mom will be home at 3:30, 4 at the latest.” he replied quickly, “But dad will be around 5:30. I think he is making sure he isn’t forced to work late tonight, since this is so important to both of them.”

She looked over at him with a conniving grin before turning her attention back to the road. “Perfect, just what I was hoping.” She smirked, very happy with his answer, “I have been forced to look at everybody’s fantasies all day long. And being forced to do so only made me desperate to have you all day long as well. And with that kind of build up all day, I need release as soon as possible. If you dare tease me and try to be your usual sweet self, I will scream, and not in a good way. So no playing or toying, I want it right away, and straight to the point.”

Brandon had to grin. Having an assertive girlfriend certainly had its advantages. No need to worry if she was in the mood, she just made sure he knew it. A guy could get used to this.

She made sure her point was crystal clear as soon as they got out of the car, and into the house. She immediately took his hand and led him up the stairs. She looked at the four doors at the top, and looked back at him impatiently. He quickly pointed to which door was his, and she practically whipped him past her into the room.

She surveyed the room like a hawk, taking in every detail in a rapid turn of her head. Her eyes alighted on his desk. She grinned evilly, walked up to it, then undid her slacks, and pulled them down along with her thong in a fluid motion. She didn’t even bend back up at the waist, and looked back over her shoulder at him with her forearms resting on his desk, her frustration at him for daring not to be already inside her more than evident.

Not wanting to be on her bad side, he quickly dropped his own pants and boxers, and slid in behind her. They did a little bouncing up and down to best align themselves, then he put his tip right up to her slit, and before he could try and slide in, she thrust back, taking all of him inside her. He gasped at how hot and tight she was, and was more than a little worried about how much he imagined that would have hurt her – she was a virgin until yesterday after all. However, she did not show any ill effects from the rapid insertion, so he started doing what his body demanded he do. He thrust powerfully, finding the sound of their bodies slapping together oddly amusing, as well as more than a little arousing. She pushed back hard on him every time he thrust inwards, ensuring he filled her to the limit, and he aided her by pulling her hips towards him on every stroke. She groaned against him, and lowered her chest and head down to the desk, and at the same time angling her clit up so his balls slapped against it every time he thrust. The pace was frantic and unrelenting, powerful and quick. Since it was only his second time, he was worried that he wouldn’t last long enough to allow her to get her long anticipated release, and he was certainly not going to chance her response if he couldn’t hold back his own climax.

He needn’t have worried, as only a few moments later her thrusts became less rhythmic and more jarring, and her already heavy breathing turned to pants. She screamed in release, and the additional moistness and heat pushed Brandon over the edge. He peeled his hands from where they felt like they had been glued to her pelvis, and wrapped them around her waist, giving her a hug that she sighed into, before pulling out of her completely.

She stayed on his desk for a few minutes more, catching her breath and coming down from the passion that had been burning in her the entire day. She purred contentedly, and then finally raised herself up, and started pulling up her clothes.

“That was amazing. How could I every ask for anyone better than you? Romantic whenever possible, but still able to be a neanderthal right when I need him to be. That was just perfect. Thank you honey.”, she finished, giving him a peck on the cheek, “I’m going to go wash up so your mom won’t catch me like this. But I’m still having aftershocks. That will definitely be happening again sometime soon. Phew. What a man I have…”

With that, she left. Brandon realized that she had no idea where the bathroom was, but he was sure she could figure it out. He was still too shocked and breathless to try and croak out a response, so he hoped for the best. The sound of running water soon after laid rest to his concerns, and he flopped backwards onto his bed after pulling up his pants, sighing heavily when his breath finally came back and his heart rate returned to normal. He had no idea how he was going to keep up with this woman, but he was more than happy to let her get him into shape.

She came back into the room a few minutes later, and smiled down at him. “While I would love nothing more to join you down there, I think your mom would appreciate it more if we were in the living room when she got home. Care to come downstairs with me and maybe do some homework for once?”

He looked up at her, eyes still slightly unfocused, and nodded. He wondered how on earth she could even contemplate studying at that moment, but she did have a valid point. He resignedly rolled himself off the bed, not having the energy to sit up quite yet, and walked back downstairs with her.

Chapter #2 – Impressive Impresssions

After a few minutes, the fog had lifted, and he did find himself able to concentrate on doing some of the homework. He was distracted numerous times by looking over at the woman he still couldn’t believe loved him and was with him, but he made a valiant effort and succeeded in doing more than he had originally thought he could. Actually, Jeannette turned out to be a great study partner, and since they had a number of classes together, they found that working together they got quite a lot accomplished.

His mother came in around 4:15, carrying a couple of bags of groceries, as she had not had much time to prepare for Jeannette coming over, and like most mothers wanted to prove her “from scratch” cooking skills. This was especially the case since with a boy that used to be as reclusive as Brandon, she didn’t get the opportunity very often. Actually, as this was the first girlfriend he had ever had, she seemed doubly obsessed with getting everything exactly right.

She seemed rather pleased that her son and his girlfriend studiously worked on homework while she prepared the dinner, and smiled out at them quite often, enjoying this vision she had earlier begun to worry may never happen. The fact that Jeannette seemed more than a match for her son’s intellect certainly didn’t hurt things either, and Brandon could sometimes see her shake her head in disbelief as she went back to her cooking.

His mother needn’t have worried, dinner was of course a masterpiece, and everything went exceptionally well. His mother was polite and caring, and would occasionally give her son quick looks of deep pleasure and affirmation that she was quite impressed with his choice of women. Brandon figured that since psychologists like to say that men married their mothers that his mother took it as an extremely high compliment that this was the girl he had chosen to bring home for her approval.

His dad was a different matter, although he was also singularly impressed. Jeannette was almost the only person he looked at the entire night, and he was slightly more of a goofball than he usually was, making more offhanded jokes than typical. Brandon figured he was nervous, wanting Jeannette to feel welcome, but like most men felt the desperate need to impress and be liked by a beautiful woman. Brandon knew Jeannette didn’t mind at all though, and handled the entire dinner with a perfect ease and comfort that amazed him. He would squeeze her hand regularly to show his support, caring and admiration of him, and on numerous occasions their eyes would meet, and pure love would be transmitted between the two of them.

After desert, they adjourned to the living room, and talked some more, although much more informally. At around 9:00, Brandon’s mom apologized profusely for keeping her out so late on a school night, and thanked her for spending time with them. Jeannette thanked his mother for her superb cooking, and was of course invited to join them for dinners any time. She replied by stating that she would likely be spending a lot of time over their house, and didn’t want to be an inconvenience. Before his mother could respond, she then stated that she would like to make them all dinner some night if they would allow her the use of their kitchen. Brandon’s mothers eyes went extremely wide at that idea, and she was obviously duly impressed with both her manners and her likely skills. She again looked at Brandon and without saying a word let him know how much she approved of Jeannette.

After saying their goodbyes, Brandon walked her out to her car, and gave Jeannette a chaste kiss, as he expected his parents to be watching, although he thought they very likely each had different motivations. He thanked her for everything, and then headed inside, steeling himself for his parent’s high praise they would likely heap upon the two of them.

Chapter #3 – Back to Work

Later in bed, he realized he still had not had a chance to talk to Jeannette about finding the right guy for Becky, so he put their ability to talk mind to mind to good use.

Jeannette, do you have a few minutes?

If you want them.