“Nah, I got a good view from back here. You have fun.” DJ was having none of it though, and gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged her toward the couch next to where Charlie and Ashley were still fucking contentedly. He plopped down, smiling at the sight of Ashley’s bouncing tits, and pulled Emily down on his lap. She didn’t struggle, but still, it was clear his pulling was all that was moving her.
With manly impulsiveness he shifted his grip to her neckline, tugging hard to tear her shirt clean off—only it didn’t tear. For a dream, it was embarrassing. Emily scowled at him. “Hey! Hey, if we’re gonna do this, at least don’t ruin my top, all right? This thing cost $40.” With that, she stripped it off herself. Too eager to wait, he unclasped her bra—a boring beige one, oddly unsexy for a dream—and there they were. Emily Turner’s tits. Two glorious hemispheres, perfectly tanned and blemished only by a tiny mole on her left breast.
The next several minutes were lost in frantic groping and sucking; all the while Emily’s expression was more what one would expect on someone caught in a long line at the post office than a woman being felt up. Nonetheless he was proud when his efforts caused her to intake a shape breath between her teeth, released in a soft breathy moan.
Beside him, Ashley whined between ragged breaths, “Babe, are you gonna cum? Getting kinda tired up here.”
He gave her an exasperated look. “Ash, my RA is sitting two feet from me. Kinda gun-shy here—just be happy I can keep it up, hey?”
“DJ? Can we give it a rest yet?” She directed her pout at him; it could have melted steel.
He pushed Emily’s right tit away from his face long enough to respond. Why was it he was leaving Charlie in his dream, anyway? “Sure—Ashley, get off him. Charlie, get out.”
The spectacled girl heaved a sigh of relief, lifting herself off Charlie’s cock and standing completely nude in front of them. Her bush was thick—not DJ’s preference, but evidently his subconscious was keen on tossing in weird little quirks to this scenario. She began gathering up her clothes as Charlie hastily shucked his condom, then tugged on his pants and boxers from where they’d pooled around his ankles. “Don’t bother getting dressed, Ashley.”
Charlied looked between them as he fastened his belt. “Hey, like, is it cool if I ask you not to fuck my girlfriend, man? I mean, I’m not trying to push you around, but like, it’d be a courtesy.”
DJ responded by grabbing Ashley’s ass and pulling her back down onto the couch between them, then shrugged. “I don’t make any promises, man.”
Charlie frowned, then nodded, standing and pulling on his shirt. “All right. I’ll be in my room, babe.” She nodded, crossing her legs as he left the room with an apologetic look to his naked girlfriend.
“Emily, maybe you should take a cue from Ashley here and lose the pants, eh?” He smirked. This was all so unlike him, the arrogance and assertiveness, but he figured his odds of having another lucid dream about two beautiful women again any time soon were pretty low, so he intended to make hay while the sun was shining.
Emily frowned, sharing a mutually sympathetic look with Ashley, who had one hand placed over her lap and the other in a vain effort to conceal her chest. “Do I have to? I mean, if you’re just going to play with my tits, it seems kind of pointless to take my pants off.”
“I dunno, looked like Charlie had a good idea there—might go for a little of that myself.” He grinned.
She considered. “I’m not on the pill or anything—what if I just blew you? Would that be good enough?”
At hearing Emily Turner offer to suck his dick, it twitched in his pants—which he still had on for some ungodly reason. “Hmm… I could be persuaded to let you keep your panties, maybe, if you promise to do a real good job.”
Emily stood, and with a grimace, slid her pants down and stepped out of them. Her granny panties weren’t any sexier than her bra, but still, she had a tight, perfect little ass that’d look good in anything. He tugged her panties up into her crack, pinching her butt for fun. “That’ll do, Emily—as long as you suck cock as well as you give judgy looks.”
She settled down onto her knees in front of him and immediately began to undo his button and zipper casually. “I give pretty good blowjobs—never heard complaints anyway.” She gave a self-conscious look to Ashley, who was looking away anyway and still trying to guard her posthumous modesty. DJ’s cock throbbed almost achingly he was so hard, even after all the jerking off after Dr. Restrepo’s peep show the other day. Oh wow, Dr. Restrepo—Missy. He concentrated on having her appear, but he was interrupted by the feeling of Emily’s tongue dragging up and down his cock before his fantasizing had any results.
His eyes closed in rapture, but his hands had the presence of mind to brush aside Ashley’s arms, tugging her thighs apart and slipping his middle finger into her pussy. She moaned softly, still aroused from fucking Charlie a few minutes ago, and the moaning got louder as his thumb found her clit.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you slut.” DJ snaked the fingers on his free hand in Emily’s silky mane.
Emily lifted her head off of his cock and looked up at him, sweeping back her hair to keep it from making contact with his saliva-drenched cock. “Not especially.” Ashley chuckled until a pressure on her clit turned it into a high-pitched whimper of pleasure. His other hand grabbed the back of Emily’s head and shoved it back down to her blowjob, which she resumed right where she left off.
A few minutes of outstanding cock-sucking later, DJ heard a male voice outside the lounge door. “Dude, I’m telling you, there’s somebody fucking in the lounge—I opened the door a moment ago and… look, just trust me OK?”
Ashley stiffened in panic as the door swung open and wrapped her arms across her bountiful chest, and Emily squeaked unhappily around a mouthful of cock. There were two young men, both of whom DJ vaguely recognized from around the quad though couldn’t name, both with cell phones out. Flashes illuminated the room like a lightning storm, and even in a dream, DJ momentarily froze in embarrassment.
Then he remembered the situation. “Girls, c’mon, try to look like you’re enjoying yourselves!” He smiled at the cameras, and with a pouty glare at DJ, Ashley lowered her arms and let the boys take pictures of her naked and getting fingered in the lounge. Emily tried to smile into his dick, though it wasn’t reflected in her eyes. DJ nudged her to the side so that the cameras could make out her face more clearly, then he nodded to the cameras smugly.
The wet quivering girl on his finger, the warm mouth on his cock, the sight of two sexy girls he’d lusted after for a long time naked and mostly-naked, the thrill of having them seen doing it… the cum was surging up his cock and he barely had time to pull back Emily’s face in time to plaster it.
She squealed indignantly, sputtering as a burst hit her right in the eye. “What the fuck, DJ!”
Before his hard-on could fade, he pressed it to her lips in the same shushing motion his finger had done to her earlier. “Hush now, gorgeous, and be grateful I’m letting you keep your panties after such a mediocre blowjob.” It wasn’t true, of course—DJ had only ever had one blowjob, and that had been from a girl nowhere near as hot as Emily, and she’d had braces (needless to say, nothing he remembered fondly). Still, Emily already thought plenty of herself.
Standing, he wiped the remaining bits of cum and saliva on Ashley’s tits, then for good measure, on her cheeks and lips. “That’s enough guys,” he said to the two guys, who laughed as they put away their phones and left the lounge.