Liliah's Adventures

Liliah appears in Ashley's dreams, having noticed her walking in the streets recently. She wanted her to be completely awestruck the first time she would reveal herself to her, so a good way, she thought, would be to make her think she was but a figment of her imagination. In that dream, the succubus appeared a bit taller than she actually is, something that could backfire but that was still worth it for effect. She surprised her arguing with her parents in dream, so pushing her parents aside, smiling mischievously to her, Liliah delicately grabbed Ashley's chin and planted a kiss on her lips. Then her tongue followed, but something strange happened: her tongue went in much further than a normal tongue would, and the deeper it went, the more a feeling of arousal and excitement washed through her body and pinched at her heart. Soon after the succubus' tongue went in, she felt something probe between her legs, and the moment after she would wake up with an orgasm...

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Liliah appears in Ashley's dream again for the umpteenth time, but the dream is different now. Ashley is walking on the street, alone in a cold evening, presumably not long after running from her parents. Suddenly she stops, a short blue figure with horns, wings and a tail standing in her path. Liliah appears a bit shorter than usual, now, to balance things out. She pulls down on her clothes, telling her to kneel down to her height. When Ashley is kneeling, Liliah approaches her face very close to hers, stops for a few moments, just breathing incredibly warm hair over Ashley's lips and cheeks, and then plugs their lips together. Unlike the last dream, her tongue doesn't follow, but instead a wave of comforting, slightly arousing warmth fills her, and before she even realizes, Liliah is peeling off Ashley's clothes, her bottom half already completely naked, but strangely still warm. Ashley tries to grip onto her coat to stop the succubus, but she finds she is stuck in her warmth and cannot budge. The rest of her clothes come off and Liliah, who was naked as well, pulls her into a hug, a very warm, sensual, slightly erotic hug. Another kiss. The tongue is there this time. A thigh grinding between her legs, as well. A pinch on her nipples, A finger inside her. Something else wriggling in her other hole, Liliah's tail. Everything smells good, feels good, tastes good. It feels like the small demoness will never let go. And then suddenly Ashley explodes in an orgasm and suddenly finds herself awake in her bed, trembling in an orgasm, hot, panting, her whole body very sensitive, nipples harder than they've ever been. Liliah's adorable yet sexy face was burned into her memory, and she could almost still feel her touch and her warmth, and smell her scent of warmth, sweet spices and feminine musk.

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Liliah is starting to become an expected element of Ashley's dreams now, anticipated even. Ashley goes to bed at night with a very high chance of seeing the succubus in her slumber, and it makes the perspective of going to sleep exciting for her. Tonight is no exception; she finds herself in Liliah's arms right away, her head buried in the small sexy creature's breasts. Ashley envies the demoness. She is so irresistible, every part of her anatomy so smooth, round, beautiful and perfect. She was just an average girl, cute but not remarkable in any way. Underdevelopped breasts, underwhelming thighs and buttocks, waist not thin at all... The succubus seemed to read her thoughts, telling her to stand up. What was she going to do? A shock, all of a sudden, struck Ashley like lightning! She looked down: the creature had put her small blue finger inside her sex. She had kissed and cuddled with her in previous dreams, but this time, it felt... so lewd, so raw, so humiliating. She tried to push Liliah's arm away, but even though it was fully extended and just brushing her sex with a single finger, it was like steel! Impossible to move! She tried running away, but her pussy was welded to the finger! The slightest move away from it paralyzed her entire body. It wasn't painful, just impossible. Can't resist. Can't run away. Ashley stood there, naked, so horny she felt her whole body tingle loudly. "Please let me go!", Ashley begged. "This is wrong, I can't... I can't just have sex and nothing else!", Ashley objected. "This isn't me... I have a life to live, I can't become a slut... Even though I-...". Ashley interrupted her thoughts. What was she thinking? "Even though I want to"? Why was she thinking that? When did becoming a slut came into question? She looked down again, and to her greatest surprise, she felt her thighs throb and saw them become wider, thicker and rounder with every flick of Liliah's finger. It felt so good her legs were covered in sticky juices from her cunt. She also noticed her waist was curving in. Her breathing was quick and shallow, she was sweaty and horny, she squirmed but couldn't budge. "I'm becoming a slut, I'm becoming a slut, I'm a slut, oh no...", Ashley moaned out. Liliah pinched her nipples hard, and pulled on them, making them grow! She felt like she would never be able to stop thinking about sex, now, with this form... For the first time, she heard the succubus speak to her in her dream. "Turn around and kneel. It's time for you to face your new life." Ashley turned and knelt before she could even notice a man was standing behind her. The next thing she saw was a thick, long, hard, veiny, throbbing, wet and warm penis, right up in her face, practically filling her field of vision. For a few moments, all she did was obediently burn this image into her mind, staring at it mindlessly, but suddenly she came to her senses. "No! Stop! I don't want to suck cocks! Please don't make me a slut, please-...". Ashley woke up, her body sore with orgasms, her bed soaked in sticky juices and sweat, the tip of her breasts very sore. "Let me go!! Hhnnaahh...". Ashley remembered every detail, and knew she had been talking in her sleep, unconsciously spouting all of those humiliating words. Blushing and trembling, she got up and began to clean up; sore, incredibly stimulated sexually, and admittedly a bit scared. After this, she began seeing much fewer dreams, and what little she dreamt was the much more pleasant kissing, cuddling and waking up with an orgasm.

It was difficult.... very, very difficult for the girl to forget that dream. At first, perhaps, the sudden easing from what had felt almost like a nightly torment that she both dreaded and anticipated was a blessing. This was proof to herself that she wasn't a slut afterall - that she could get on with her life. There was, however, a problem - she was noticing far more how other girls were shaped - and the ones with the lush, decadent curves? Reminded her of her own dream, how she had looked. Made her wonder if they might have the same dreams, and urges. Wonder if they partook in secret sins at night when no one would know... And with such wonderings starting, it was difficult to stamp them away - curiosity was a powerful thing, though she was certainly a long ways from the point where she'd try to find any answers to these ponderings. And she wondered too how she might look if her lips were pouty and red, like in her dream. It'd be quite intriguing when contrasted with her shoulder long dark hair. Possibly even striking perhaps. And if she -could- look prettier, more luscious... In short, she had plenty to keep her mind rather busy - not constantly so, but when she had more idle times, her thoughts would circle and dance around the issue at hand, and begin the what ifs. Dreams would perhaps have given her more of an idea, in some distorted way, but those had been rather tame and sporadic by comparison to that oh so vivid one. And with time, it started to make her feel a subtle, but growing sensation of restlessness.

Ashley the fairly quiet, and straight forward. The dark haired girl with glasses, and a slightly mousey yet also gothic look. She wasn't a complete recluse, but neither was she massively social either, certainly not a part of the 'In' crowd. Religion wasn't really her thing either, though she could let it slide except when it would become too pervasive. Friday night though, and she'd learned she would be getting a roommate, so she was naturally curious, and wanting to reserve judgment. And so she waited, though not by being simply idle. No, she kept herself dutifully busy with assigned homework - that was definitely one area where she was quite a model student, with the right priorities.

Of course, while she was fully content to wait and see what her roommate was like before deciding if this was good or bad, she still had a certain degree of trepidation - and this was mostly to do with her dreams. She'd been plagued by rather vivid and carnal imagery to put it mildly, and she had no idea if it would be obvious or not to an onlooker while she slept. Did she cry out or moan? She had no idea.

Liliah made her way to her assigned room in the dormitory, pulling a large wheeled luggage behind her. The luggage looked stuffed and it was a materialization of every limit imposed on luggage by airline regulations all combined into one, but it was only a fraction of what she owned, and more would be delivered soon. Arriving at her room, she knocked, certain this was her room but hesitating to barge in when she wasn't officially settled in.

Ashley answered the door a few moments later, blinking her brown eyes once or twice, and peering through her glasses - which were fairly mundane things - fitting for her, but neither particularly stylish, nor terribly ugly. She was clad in the traditional uniform still - which is to say a white blouse, and knee length black skirt.

Ashley: Hi there. I'm going to guess you are my roommate..? I'm Ashley - don't mind the mess.

Of course the room was not messy at all - she'd taken some time to clean it up, though not obsessively so.

Liliah waved and displayed a radiant smile. She was a tall, richly dressed and groomed girl with extremely long jet black hair that fell down to her waist in big, thick and fluffy curls. Her face, spotless and covered with skillfully applied makeup, was surmounted by big sparkly royal blue eyes, simple golden earrings and a lipstick of the deepest, shiniest red possible. She was wearing what she considered a simple white dress with a sober and professional look, but the way it was expertly cut and custom fit for her was showing, perfectly cupping her modestly sized but firm chest, the skirt surrounding her thighs at exactly the right place. The ensemble was completed with a pair of small black leather boots with low, wide heels, practical for travel.

Rachel: Greetings, Ashley! I'm Rachel, it's so wonderful to meet you! Could you show me around?

Liliah tossed back her massive mane of elegant curly hair, smiling at Ashley but looking impatient to come in and sit down.

Ashley's eyes widened a bit with surprise. She'd not been sure what to expect, but the apparent high class of Rachel certainly had not been in the list. For a couple of moments that felt like ages, she simply stared, feeling perhaps an ever so slight twinge of envy at what seemed to her to be near perfection. It was a twinge she quickly beat down, however, and she remembered her manners. "Come

Ashley right in. Not much to really show in a dorm room though. There's my bed, and desk... and yours on the other side of course. And we each have a closet."

Liliah walked in with a perfectly practiced demeanor, but as soon as the door slammed shut, the boots went flying towards her side of the room and the luggage was thrown on her new bed roughly, to be unpacked soon.

Rachel: Aaah! Finally arrived!

Again... surprised. Such a sudden and abrupt change, albeit now this was something she would be more familiar with, something comfortable to her. She sat down on her bed.

Ashley: Long trip huh? Make yourself at home, Rachel.

Liliah threw herself on the bed, laying down with her arms and legs spread, despite how fancy her clothes were. She would have to change out of them soon... She gave a deep sigh, glancing at her luggage.

Ashley: Need a hand with that..?

Rachel: Uh, su- wait, no, nevermind... I'll do it later.

Ashley offers helpfully, noticing how her roommate splays herself out on the bed - a very casual sort of flop down. And one that flickers a bit in the back of her mind for a moment, sparking up a momentary flashback to a dream. Just a split second, and she doesn't quite flush. At least if she does, it's extraordinarily subtle.

Ashley: Well... you sure? Long trip and all, I know how tiring that can be. I'll help you later then - if you don't mind.

Rachel: No, no, no, I'll start unpacking soon... Can't wait to be out of here, though... I've been sent here because of behavior problems, can you believe that? I'm fine, really... I'll be out of here in a snap. How about you? How long have you been here? Have you been forced to come here too?

Ashley blinks for a moment at the behavior problems comment, before laughing a little bit.

Ashley: You don't really look like you have a misbehaving bone in your body. And I dunno if I'd say I was forced here. Not my first choice of school exactly, and all the religion sometimes is a bit smarmy, but it's not horrible.

Liliah got up again and started to unpack her things while chatting with her new roommate, mostly clothes to hang in the closet, bottles of lotion and makeup, but then also a few mysterious boxes that she quickly slid under the bed, being as inconspicuous about it as humanly possible.

Rachel: Well it's the worst choice for me... my family isn't even religious, they just wanted an all-girls school with strict rules and this is supposedly the best they could find! Ugh... the courses are way below my level, too. I have a private instructor, so it's much quicker...

Inconspicuous - Ashley still might notice of course. In fact it's safe to say she does, though it doesn't immediately strike her as all that odd. Might be something she will find herself pondering later on perhaps. For now though she does make some small talk, asking where Rachel is from.

Ashley: Well... you should have an easy time of it, then - if everything's super easy, you should have a fair bit of free time to yourself after classes and all.

Rachel: My family lives in Norway, but I was born elsewhere, and so were my parents... My father is an executive officer in a Norwegian petrol company, and my mother is a lawyer.

Liliah glances at Ashley's desk, seeing papers and textbooks scattered around and open

Ashley: Well... dayum... You must be pretty well off then, which is cool.

Rachel: Oh yeah! I don't know what I'd do otherwise... I don't even want to think about it! Were you busy studying? I don't want to hold you back too long...

Ashley comments, looking of course to her desk as well. She'd been working on an English paper when you'd knocked on the door.

Ashley: Oh I was doing an assignment, but it can wait a bit. It's Friday after all - I'll either work on it later tonight, or sometime tomorrow.

Ashley with that... gets up from the bed, and moves over, thinking to close up her books. Not because she wants to be excessively private or anything, just... she can for once focus on the work another time, and just use most of the evening to get to know Rachel a little more. Show her around a bit more if she's so inclined, though she figures a night of rest would probably be wanted first.

Liliah was already almost done unpacking her things and placing them around her bed and in the closet, then she hid her trunk in a corner somewhere. She unzipped her dress and snapped off her bra, putting them in a pile near her bed and putting on a very comfortable looking pair of pajama pants and a midriff shirt, both made of a thin, soft, slightly translucent pink fabric. She jumped under her bed sheets and ruffled around, as if making the bed hers, then got out of it again, leaving it undone. She walked to the window, opening it, looking out at the walls and the height at which the window was.

Rachel: Hmmmmh... the beds are comfy... a bit smaller than I'm used to, though, of course...

Rachel: Lovely view...

Liliah didn't say much, but she seemed to give particular attention to the layout outside, the walls and the way the window opened and closed. She opened and closed it a couple of times.

Ashley: Well... it's definitely pretty nice here - could be much more austere, really. Some of the crazier nuts would prefer to sleep on straw, since it's less conducive to being immoral or some such.

Rachel: Well, at least straw doesn't squeak!

The dorm room is on the second story, and the windows do give a pretty nice view of the campus grounds - and of course the church as well, which was a few minutes walk at the least.

Liliah looked at Ashley, giggling a little, letting her naughty side show.

Ashley: Well I suppose not. I don't see why that's an issue though... unless... Oh. Ahhhhhh... Oh I... I see... I think.

Ashley goes rather beet red.

Rachel: Hmm... it's not very late still, I'm a little bored... How about you show me around? I can try the uniform too!

Ashley: Sure I can show you around. Guess you picked up your uniforms already... ?

Liliah rushed to her bed and switched out of her pajamas as fast as lightning, getting into the uniform almost as quickly.

Ashley being rather glad of the subject change - gets her mind off squeaky beds at least.

Ashley: Jeese, you are quick

Rachel: Yes! Well, it's not actually issued by the school... I had it reproduced custom for me. I hate buying clothes already made... they're always too tight on my butt, too long, too short, or they push my breasts weirdly out of place...

Rachel: It's so much easier to wear things when you know exactly what to expect when putting them on!

Ashley: You don't -look- like you'd have problems with standard clothing...

Rachel: Every girl is unique! I can't imagine store-bought clothes fitting perfectly. And, well, I guess I've got high standards...

Ashley blinks, wondering how she might have any problem at all. Is she curvier than most girls? If so, it wasn't incredibly blatant. As she wonders, she goes, and slips on her shoes - neat little black leather things, flat heeled and modest.

Ashley: I guess you are right there. Uniform stuff issued fits me well enough, but I'm nothing special.

Rachel: Alright, I'm ready... what should we go see?

Ashley: Well... probably not the church. But I'll show you where the classroom buildings are. And some of the other admin buildings too - the important ones.

Liliah tagged along with Ashley as they visited the campus. Rachel asked about a lot of facilities: pools, libraries, music rooms, entertainment, even horse riding. Apparently the posh Rachel kept herself busy with her classical education. Stopping to meet the other students took a lot of time, and the two girls came back a few hours later, when it was already getting dark. Rachel amazed Ashley with how gently and lady-like she acted in public while they were visiting around. When they arrived back at the dorm, off came the uniform, on went the pink pajamas, and the other Rachel was back!

Rachel: Aaahh! Gee, that took a while... it's already going dark! So, what are you going to do? When do you go to sleep?

And of course she noticed this - very difficult not to. By the time the show around was done, Ashley herself was perhaps a bit tired, though nowhere near wanting to rest.

Ashley: I dunno yet. Usually I go to bed around 10 or 11 ish. Sometimes a bit later if there's a big assignment. And I'm amazed that you supposedly have behavior problems at all - you were super perfect out there.

Rachel: W-Well... Maybe I should tell you what exactly the problem was... Wanna sit down? It's quite a story...

Liliah points at Ashley's bed, offering to sit down there with her to tell her story

Ashley nods, kicking off her own shoes of course, and parking herself on her bed, making sure there's enough room for the two of them.

Ashley: Sure - you've got me a bit curious.

Liliah lied down next to Ashley, very close and intimate, as intimate as the story she was about to tell. In a low, measured voice, she started telling her story.

Ashley would not really mind the closeness, not to start at least. And not really throughout the entire story either...

Rachel: You see... one night my parents came to visit me as a surprise, and they surprised me... and my BOYFRIEND of the time... and we were RIGHT in the middle of... bondage play!

Liliah told the story vividly, with dramatic pauses and emphasis, really conveying the embarrassment that happened then

Ashley: B-B... B... Bondage p... play?

Ashley squeaks this out, instantly flustered. Of course she has an idea of what that would perhaps be about, thanks to her damnable dreams of late.

Rachel: Have you heard about it before?

Ashley: Well... n-not really. I mean I know a v... very little bit. Certainly no e... experience at -all- though!

Ashley of course is quite flustered. She does not count dreams as experience of course, but at the same time it would be embarrassing as hell to -admit- that she's had dreams about that sort of thing.

Rachel: Anyway... they were pretty shocked! Picture this: I was the domme that night - we took turns - so I was dressed in a really hot leather and chains outfit. He was tied on a table with a hole for his dick to come out of, a gag in his mouth, candle wax poured on his back! And the only lighting were candles... my parents freaked out! They thought I was performing some kind of satanic ritual!

Ashley, of course, does picture it. Far too vividly for her own comfort level as she feels herself flushing all the more, and pretty hotly too. She stammers a bit, closing her eyes for a moment as if against the mental image she's having, but that only makes it all the more vivid.

Liliah spoke of it in a very brutally honest way, probably surprising Ashley, not even hesitating on the word "dick". She accompanied her tale with gestures, showing how her costume was on her, making a lewd stroking gesture when talking about her boyfriend's dick, and so on.

Ashley of course has no idea whatsoever what she should say, if anything. It's a pretty convincing explanation as to why Rachel had been sent here, of course. Utterly believable, and of course very shocking as well. By the time it's all said and done, she's feeling decidedly too warm for her own good, but she tries to hide it as best she can.

Rachel: So... yeah. I'm here because I'm a pretty dirty girl. I danced around any kind of therapy they put me through, so this is them getting desperate and hoping the absence of guys and the moral beacon of nuns and religious girls will set me right... I like sex, plain and simple, in all its forms! Is that so wrong?

Ashley: W... well... I... I don't see it as really all that wrong. I mean it's your business what you do and all right? Long as no one's getting really hurt by it all...

Ashley steadies a bit as she grasps at her own moral compass, the live and let live ideology.

Liliah nods, approving the understanding answer, apparently having expected it. She proceeded to explain...

Rachel: I knew I could tell you about it... Right when I looked at you I knew you were a nice girl. You can just feel these things, you know? Besides, when you said we shouldn't bother visiting the church, I knew I could confide in you without you panicking about it...

Rachel: By the way, what about you? Have you experienced anything sexual before? You owe me at least one racy story if you have one! You look like you enjoyed mine...

Ashley nods slightly.

Ashley: Well I definitely won't panic. I won't deny it's a bit... odd for me and all, and I'm not used to thinking about that stuff at all...

Ashley: Hey... I... I did not enjoy it... n... not like t... t-that at least...

Rachel: Sure you did! I saw you shifting and blushing... I know exactly what a horny girl looks like... you see, little do my parents know... I actually don't mind girls either! Not having easy access to boys won't be a problem...

Ashley lets out a definitely mortified sounding little squeaking sound at that.

Rachel: What? I-I don't mean you, Ashley... don't worry, I'm actually attracted to boys first and foremost... but... I think girls are special. I mean... do you think it'd be easier for a straight man to kiss another straight man, or for a straight girl to kiss another straight girl? Think about that for a second...

Ashley: I... I... well... I... I'd rather... not talk about it too much. It's my own demon to figure out. Don't have problems with what you like and all, but I'm not the same as you...

Rachel: You've never had any boyfriend or anything, have you?

Ashley: N... Nope

Rachel: Why not? Aren't you curious?

Rachel: I know this isn't the best place to meet guys, but... when there's a will, there's a way, right?

Ashley shakes her head, trying to will herself into a calmer state, and sooth her nerves...

Ashley: Not really, not yet. I want to do well in school and get through it...

Rachel: It's not incompatible! Look at me, for example... I'm several years ahead of you, and yet I'm ravenous!!

Ashley: 'sides... I'm nothing special anyways. I mean I know I'm not ugly or anything either, but I'm not real pretty either.

Liliah chuckles after saying she's ravenous, laying it on thick as a joke... though it was kind of true

Liliah stops laughing when she hears Ashley, though, looking deep in her eyes

Ashley wasn't sure she entirely understood what Rachel might mean by saying she was ravenous. Or maybe she did understand, but not really want to...

Rachel: Don't say that! Every girl is special, I mean it. You might not have the biggest breasts or whatever, but you're pretty too!

Ashley pauses a moment, her thought lines veering a bit, into territory she's more able to handle, at least for the moment.

Ashley: Thank you for saying that. Even if it's only just to be nice, it helps.

Rachel: I could look just as plain as you. The difference is just the effort we put into it... with a bit of work, you'd shine!

Liliah puts a hand on Ashley's knee as she says that, smiling and truly meaning it... in more ways than one, and in ways that Ashley couldn't even imagine!

Ashley: Well... to a point maybe... but I'm just not shaped like you. I mean there's nothing really wrong with me either, but you could walk down a model runway. Not so much me.

Ashley of course is in good physical shape. She's just not a natural bombshell - not to say she couldn't look pretty - with the right clothing and some attention, it's absolutely true she could look quite cute.

Rachel: Models aren't what the real world is about... In the real world, sure, men like big breasts and a big bottom, but they'll get a hard-on for ANY girl that puts her best traits forward. Confidence and care is all you need to be attractive.

Ashley: Well... maybe. But school comes first for me no matter what...

Rachel: Experience brings about confidence. Are you worried about it taking time to find boys outside of campus and talk to them? If so... there's another way you could gain some experience. Remember what I said about two girls kissing versus two boys kissing? I want to know what you think. What do you think is most likely?

Ashley blinks, her mind going kind of haywire for a few moments at the implications. It's true of course that her dreams hadn't just been about boys...

Ashley: I... I don't know. I mean... I'm not sure what to think r... right now. My brain's all jumbled up.

Rachel: I'll tell you what I think. Imagine two guys kissing... their ego would get in the way, right? They'd probably go fists out and resist doing it to the bitter end... Girls aren't like that. Girls are the carriers of sensuality, and they're affectionate, loving and tender. You know it's true! And that's why I think girls are special - they are the carriers of sensuality for the entire race.

Rachel: And that's why I think you should try it... that way, you'll at least be doing SOMETHING to gain some experience, and thus confidence, in an intimate setting.

Ashley doesn't respond to that right away, obviously her mind is whirling a bit, as she tries to figure things out a bit. What Rachel is saying does make a certain degree of sense - it IS easier to imagine a pair of girls kissing than a pair of guys. What she likely is not ready for is the serious admission that she could be one of those girls.

Ashley: Possibly... just... Ugn. I feel all mixed up at the moment, and I need to be able to think...

Rachel: That's fine, Ashley. It's getting late, now... I guess we should go to bed?

Liliah says as she stands up and starts heading towards her bed

Ashley nods slightly. "That... I think that's a good idea. I'm... sorry if I seem all flustered out right now. I'll be better in the morning.

Rachel: Just think about that, Ashley. It can be bad if you deprive yourself of sex... it's a natural instinct, after all, just like hunger or thirst. You have to feed it somehow.

Ashley with that... shifts on her bed, then slides herself under the covers. She of course does not normally sleep in her uniform, but she's too rattled right now to feel like getting changed. Too acutely aware that between her thighs, she's a little wet.

Liliah slid down her pajama pants, the shirt and the underwear as well. She liked to sleep completely naked. She looked at Ashley, who was still clothed while going in her bed.

Rachel: Do you... always sleep like that? With your uniform on and all?

Ashley: N... no, of course not...

Rachel: Well, whatever. I'll get the light! Sleep well...

Ashley: You too, Rachel. You too...

Ashley trails off, settling herself down as best she can. She -IS- pretty tired of course, so while she might be all unsettled and with a racing mind, she's still going to fall asleep fairly easily in the end.

Liliah ran to the switch and flicked it, then jumped into her bed. She took a moment to make herself comfortable, adjusting the sheets, rubbing herself up and down, pinching and rubbing here and there, fairly quietly... Then, if Ashley was still awake, she might hear Rachel shuffling to the side of her bed and grabbing something. One of the boxes. She opened it and grabbed what was inside: anal beads, her favorite mid-size dildo, some cherry lube, a super-absorbent towel, and some tissues. She casually did what Rachel did every night before falling asleep, and that is masturbate. She slid the towel under her crotch, smothered on the lube and eagerly stuffed her ass with the anal beads while rubbing the dildo between her puffy, blushing labia with her other hand. Soon, she could be heard breathing hard and there was an audible splish-splosh of the dildo ramming in and out of her, though she was careful not to overdo it and it was muffled by the sheets. She was tugging on the anal beads in a slow, teasing and measured way, each bead corresponding almost exactly to a stage of her arousal, and she could climax, in a highly practiced way, exactly at the same time as she biggest bead, the last one, would pop out.

Ashley heard of course, though she did not see, given the darkness in the room with the light off. And at first she wasn't entirely sure of what was going on, indeed it took a little while before she began to figure it out. And when she did, she pinched her thighs together hard, then pulled her pillow over top of her head, to try and muffled those noises - which did help. Still her mind would be all loaded up on sexuality by the time she did fall asleep...

Ashley soon finds herself in a dream again. She is in front of her class, with about two dozen girls looking right at her. Nothing was going on, in fact there wasn't even a teacher. Why were they staring so intently? That's when she looked down and saw herself completely naked! Shocked, humiliated, she was frozen in place, shivering, but surprisingly becoming wet as well. Completely drenched, and everyone could see her glistening juices! Then, for some reason, one girl stood up. She walked towards her. What was she going to do? She stood there, in front of her... and then started getting closer and closer. Pushing her head forward. Pouting her lips. A kiss! She was going to be kissed by one of her classmates! Lips touched, and it ignited a fire within Ashley. She could feel juices running down her thighs. She felt burning hot, throbbing, pulsating, moaning uncontrollably. Then another girl came close, and she kissed her too. It felt just as amazing. Blood rushing, pulsating, all of that. Then another girl kissed her. She felt warmer, shakier, wetter every time. She was starting to sweat, and for some reason she was drooling uncontrollably from her mouth, too. She wasn't even moving to dry it up, she wasn't even swallowing anymore. She was just taking kiss after kiss after kiss. Her classmates took turns, and repeated in a different order when all had had a chance. Eventually, after countless kisses, one last kiss induced an orgasm so real and so powerful that it woke Ashley up. Awake, Ashley was standing in the same way as in her dream. She was panting, sweating, climaxing, drooling and squirting love juices just like in her dream. She even felt like her lips, warm, tingly and pouting all on their own, had been kissed again and again and again! Ashley stood there, in her bed, shaken by an orgasm that was taking over her hot, wet, trembling body. When it stopped, she fell asleep again, to wake up again in the morning.