Chapter 28

Freya watched in awe as Cyn’s stomach grew larger and rounder. Cyn rubbed her hands all over the smooth, shiny skin of her taut belly, then reached under it and between her legs. Freya was mesmerized by the quivering cum balloon that had once been her best friend’s belly.

Freya was lulled into a trance by the sound of gallons of Alex’s sperm sloshing about in Cyn’s belly. Reverberating around her head like gentle waves on a beach.

Suddenly, Freya woke from her second incredibly vivid dream that night. Instantly aware, and intensely dismayed, she wondered what it all meant. Alone in the darkness of her bedroom, Freya was gripped with nebulous, but severe feelings of worry and concern.

‘But Cyn is gay!’ her mind screamed. ‘She’s been dating Katie and they have both been very happy!’

Freya’s mind continued to talk, as dreaming minds do:

‘At least that’s what they’ve told me ... They certainly seem happy together.

‘And besides, I totally trust Cyn. And Katie. We’ve been best friends our entire lives.

‘And, of course, I trust Alex. We’ve been dating for a while and I know he would never cheat on me.

‘Maybe I don’t know him as well as I know Cyn and Katie, but I know him well enough.

‘Right?

‘But how well can you really know someone?

Freya pondered that question for a few minutes and then decided that she did not, in fact, know the answer.

Does anyone?

‘Whoever said that dreams had anything to do with reality anyway?’ she asked herself. ‘I mean, they have to have some basis in reality, obviously, but how much basis? How much of a dream is just random, made-up junk? Filler material? Twenty percent? Half? Most of it?’

Pulling her thumb out of her mouth and rolling onto her back, Freya decided that the dream – both dreams, actually – were just a product of her not having seen her two best friends very much lately.

“Ahh,” she sighed out loud at the dark ceiling. “It’s probably my own fault.” She had been spending a lot of time with Alex.

So, maybe...

“Oh, I don’t know...” she said to the empty room.

Were the weird dreams simply the result of some guilt over spending time with her boyfriend at the expense of time with her two best friends and nothing more?

And almost as an afterthought, she realized that the dreams, while definitely strange, had left her very horny.

Freya could feel the dampness between her legs and the more she thought about it, the more her pussy tingled. At this point, she would not be able to fall back to sleep anyway, she thought as one hand cupped her breast and the other slid down to gently touch her dripping pussy.

After waking from those two very strange, but very erotic, dreams, Freya realized that she was very turned on. And that she needed to do something about it or she would have trouble just trying to get through the day.