The Dreamer

 "It is and it isn't, while I most definitely am a dream or a fantasy, you
are most definitely awake"

 Bek jumped, it was the voice from the dream she'd had before, once again
she was enveloped in a total feeling of detachment from the rest of the
world, the light in the room blazed up and Bek shielded her eyes, then
suddenly it was gone, Bek reached out and snapped on the light, her room
was empty, feeling rather foolish she turned it off and laid back down.

 "Still dont trust the evidence of your own ears I see" the voice said and
laughed, Bek turned on the light and still the room was empty, feeling even
more foolish she switched it off, there was a delightful giggle from the
bed next to her, "figured it out yet?" the voice said.

 "Yes", said Bek, "I'm going mad, thats what"

 "Oh dont be overly dramatic, of course you aren't going mad, You cant see
me because technically I dont exist, but I am real, I'm a dream come to
life, you wished me to life and I'm glad you did, that last dream we
shared, woooh boy, now that was hot"

 Bek blushed in the dark, and wriggled in the bed . "Dont tell me I
embarassed you" the voice said, "I didnt mean to, I had hoped we could
repeat the performance, most people cant remember their dreams so vividly,
but you did, and that allowed me to come back, I'll go if you want, i
dont want to intrude where I'm not wanted, it's just that the only other
real life dream going tonight involves a fish and some whipped cream and I
cant stand fish"

 Bek lay in bed, caught opened mouthed, the vision of fish and whipped cream
was so ludicrous that she burst out laughing. "Now THATS more like it, does
that mean I can stay, can I can I can I huh huh huh?" the voice pleaded.

 "On one condition" Bek said.

 "Anything, I'll do anything to get out of the fish" replied the voice

 "Tell me your name, I cant just call you "the voice" all the time"

 There was a giggle and the voice said, "You can call me Daisy"

 "Daisy, thats a pretty name, now tell me what you were doing in my dreams"

 "It's simple, I'm an amalgam of all the women you have been attracted to
over this year, all those women you were interested in and never made a
move on, you should get a life girl, go out more, all this study aint good
for your sex life, your dreams are pretty hot stuff, look what they did to
me"

 Oh well, thought Bek, in for a penny in for a pound.

 She reached out her hand, and once again encountered warm bare flesh, she
heard a faint sigh from Daisy, her fingers traced a path up what Bek
discovered was a thigh, up over a hip and onto a stomach, tracing a path up
between her breasts, Bek reached her face, gentle fingertips outlining lips
and cheekbones, eyes and nose, down the sides, around and under the chin,
down to the shoulders, Daisy sighed again, "mmmmm, you have lovely soft
hands Bek, its much nicer now that you are awake"

 Bek placed a finger over Daisy's mouth and shushed her, her hands
continued on her exploration, no part of Daisy's body was left unexplored,
Beks' gentle and probing touch brought heavy sighs of contentment from
Daisy, she stretched in the bed, Bek smiled, once she had gotten over the
fact that she was caressing a dream come to life, something that she
couldnt see, but could touch, it was very arousing.
 
 "Now its your turn" Daisy said, Bek lay perfectly still as warm and
soothing fingers caressed her body, light feather touches and firmer
strokes on her front, her legs, her face, her arms, no part of Bek was left
untouched, she no longer cared that she was being touched by what was
essentially a figment of her dreams, it felt warm, wonderful and very very
real, when finally Daisy stopped stroking her Bek felt like she was
floating off the bed, she was on a natural high and it felt good.

 "You like?" Daisy asked, "Oh more than anything" Bek said, "dont stop".

 "That I wont, you can be sure" and with that Daisy leant over and kissed
Bek softly on the lips, "mmmm that was nice" Bek murmured, "It sure was"
Daisy whispered.

 Once again their lips met, slowly at first, neither quite sure how far to
take it, which was, as Bek mused later, strange behaviour for a living
dream who she supposed was quite well versed in these things, though if the
fish and whipped cream was anything to go by, then maybe not.

 Daisys' fingers gently caressed Beks face and moved down to her chin and
down her neck, across her shoulders and under the gentle swell and curve of
Beks' breasts, Bek sighed as Daisy brushed her nipple with her palm, the
feeling as Daisy leant down and ran her tongue across the sensitive tip was
exhilarating.

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