You sneaked in. After all the nights we had spent under the same roof, in the same room, sometimes in the same bed, never together.
This time you crept in beside me. I dreamed you before I felt you, and then you were there. You touched me, my cock, and I woke up hard, gasping, confused and then amazed.
You saw my eyes open and sat up, pulling your top off over your head. I gazed at those tits, more perfect than my constant imaginings.
You straddled me, yanking my cock out and your knickers down. I started to speak but you clamped your hand over my mouth. No speaking.
You guided me in. My cock, your pussy. The same, but so much more than I had ever dreamed.
I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to stop seeing your glorious naked self but desperate to make it last.
You leaned forwards, hands on my shoulders, growling and twisting, hurting me with your nails, brushing my face with your glorious tits. I reached out with my mouth, kissing them and nibbling them. You groaned, then gasped, then slapped me and pulled them out of reach.
You were grinding, I was thrusting. My cock was really in you, you were really there.
I wanted to be on top. I wrestled you over. You kept writhing, on your back, and I started pounding, harder and harder. I could feel every movement, nearly coming every time you twitched. You wriggled out and turned over, I entered again, from behind, and pushed deeper and harder.
Somehow I held on. My life meant nothing else. Electric word, life. It means forever, and that’s a mighty long time. I wanted to last forever.
And I did, and I did, and I did. You bucked and writhed, I hammered and thrust, endlessly and triumphantly. How could it be this good? I thought my mind had already conjured the best but I was wrong.
Life finally caught up. I stopped for a moment and turned you back over. Stared down at you, your sweaty, wild, joyful face. Your rosebud nipples, hard and insolent. The girl I knew so well, but not at all.
This moment would live alone, a fleeting forever. Tomorrow would be yesterday again. I burned this strange, unfamiliar, glorious you into my mind, willed it to stay.
Then we started again and we both exploded. My perfect, lifelong, friend. I hadn’t thought I could know or love you more.
You slipped away. Back to your real world, away from my dreams.
We went back to sleep, like we had so many times, apart from each other, under the same roof but in parallel lives.