Blurred Reality
Copyright© 2026 by EVHayes720
Chapter 1: Days of Mornings Past
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Days of Mornings Past - Awakening in a strange facsimile of his own reality, the places familiar yet the people oddly divergent, Ted struggles to adapt.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Isekai Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex
My head pounded like a professional wrecking crew was trying to tunnel out of my skull. My temples throbbed with every beat of my pulse and my stomach roiled like I’d poured a canister of cleaning liquid down my gullet last night. Which ... I very well might have.
Being eighteen, I hadn’t quite learned what the word ‘moderation’ meant, or how it applied to whatever liquids my buddies handed me. It had smelled like turpentine and tasted about as good, but it had sent my brain to a blissful place of fuzzy feelings and warmth. Of course, I couldn’t remember anything after that.
Cracking an eye open, I took in the blurry surroundings. I’d made it into a bed ... so that was good. Whose bed was another question. Last I remembered, we were hanging out in AJ’s shed, so maybe I’d wandered into his bedroom?
Groaning as I forced myself up, I tried once more to figure out where I was.
Rubbing my eyes felt like I was grinding sandpaper and made the pressure worse, but at least I could see now. What had appeared to be an unfamiliar room couldn’t have been further from the truth, as I was sitting in my own bedroom. How I’d managed to slip undetected past my mother and sister while black-out drunk must have been a miracle.
With a bang, my door flew open and I braced myself for a thorough lambasting for my ‘inappropriate’ behavior from my mother. She’d been bad enough when she’d caught me browsing porn on my computer, but this would be a whole other level of shitfit.
Rather than my overbearing mother laying into me, my sister had barged into the room and darkened my doorstep. She never came here, or even spoke to me, so it had to be bad. Probably wanted to get in a few digs before mom arrived on the warpath.
“Okay, what do you think?” she asked casually, one hand on her hip as she turned to either side as if showing off what she was wearing.
“Huh?”
“The shirt,” she continued, stepping closer so that I could see. She turned to the closet mirror, holding her blonde hair up as she looked herself over. “Too sheer?”
I must have still been drunk, because nothing about this seemed real. First, my sister would never ask me my thoughts on fashion, and second, she’d never be in my room modeling her tight shirt.
... it certainly was a nice shirt though.
I had to give it to my horned-up imagination, because she’d never wear something that revealing.
Melodie’s style sat somewhere between wannabe punk rocker and casual frumpy, which made the current outfit completely insane, like she’d been swapped with a preppy cheerleader ... the kind she always talked shit about to anyone and everyone.
Her short black hair, cut asymmetrically to line up with her cheek on one side and her shoulder on the other, had been replaced with her natural honey-blonde color ... and somehow grown out to her mid-back, falling in gentle waves.
Gone were the numerous piercings in her eyebrows and nose, instead replaced with a single stud in each earlobe that seemed far too understated for her tastes.
Rather than a baggy shirt, she now sported an impossibly tight tank-top just barely opaque enough to obscure the pinks of her areolas. It ended high on her ribs, showcasing her flat stomach. Shorts she would need to peel off if she ever wanted to escape them rode low on her hips, a bright white whale-tail emerged from the back, highlighting the thin slip of fabric that disappeared into the visible top of her ass-crack.
“Too much nipple, huh?” she said, catching my eye in the mirror. It was somewhat disconcerting not seeing the usual sneer on her lips. “Should I do black instead?”
With that, Melodie pulled off her shirt, letting her perky mounds bounce free. Lifting the strip of fabric in her hand that I was just now noticing, she wiggled her way into it, revealing that it had been perhaps the smallest shirt I’d ever seen. With a plunging neckline, it showcased her deep cleavage while barely obscuring her pointy nipples and only covering the top two-thirds of her boobs.
“Ah, you were right,” she admitted, eyeballing herself in the mirror again. “The white shows off too much pink. This is better.”
With that, she bounced over, gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, and left my room.
... this was the weirdest wet dream I’d ever had. Weirder even than those early teen dreams of catching her coming out of the shower. At least in those she’d still looked like herself and been the same bitch she always was.
I really shouldn’t drink with AJ again. Whatever booze he’d stolen from his old man for his eighteenth pre-birthday bash was doing weird things to my head. I hadn’t fantasized about Melodie like that in years.
Following a very long and very cold shower, I had somehow made it out of the house without having drawn any attention from my mother. Maybe she was saving it up for after school so that she could ground my ass all weekend, or maybe Melodie was covering for me in some twisted scheme to fuck me over. She’d been gone by the time I’d come down, so no telling if I’d just imagined the whole thing or if she had set up some elaborate prank.
I was leaning toward the former. Damned teenage hormones. I really needed to get laid.
It was a ten-minute walk to school, which suited me just fine as I still needed to chase the fog from my skull. The warm morning air helped ground me, the scent of lilacs on the wind. Perhaps a bit chilly in the mornings, it would warm up nicely throughout the day.
Lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed the girl who’d fallen into lockstep with me until she bumped my shoulder playfully.
“What are you so lost in thought about?” she asked, giving me a bright smile, her eyes a deep blue and glimmering with mischief.
My attention was immediately drawn to her chest that threatened to pop the buttons of her shirt, her shoulders pulled back by the backpack she wore until those buttons strained for their lives.
“Um, uh,” I stammered, unsure of what was happening.
Tearing my eyes with great difficulty from the creamy boobs that threatened to spill out of her shirt, I desperately tried to recall who this stacked beauty was. It wasn’t like I was overly popular at school.
The girl’s smile widened, a familiar curl to her lips finally clueing me in on who she was.
“ ... Caitlin?”
“And who were you expecting?” she asked, batting her long lashes at me as she giggled.
For the second time today, my mind reeled at the strangely juxtaposed images it was trying to reconcile. Not only was Caitlin not the kind of girl who’d giggle coyly, but she’d also always been the biggest tomboy I’d ever met. If anything, she was more one of the guys, dressing in layers and hoodies. The short skirt showing off her long legs, comically large tits and mischievous grin had me seriously considering I was still asleep.
“What? Feeling a little frisky this morning?” she asked, bumping into me playfully as she nodded toward the backyard of her house. “I could give you a quick blowie, if you like.”
“Uh, um, uh.” Monosyllabic grunts were all I could produce as all the blood in my body shot southward.
“Aw, you say the cutest things when you’re all horny,” she giggled, taking my hand in hers, tugging me off the path. “Well, what are besties for?”
I might as well have teleported into her backyard, because all I could remember of that short walk was her soft hand in mine while I watched her ass shake in that frilly skirt of hers. Every step she had taken had pressed one of those perky globes against the material, making it stretch and shape around it until I swore I could make out the thin outline of her panties.
“Oh, wow, you really are pent up,” she said on her knees, staring at the massive tent in my pants. “You didn’t jerk off this morning, did you?” she admonished, like I’d forgotten to do my chores. “What would you do without me, huh?”
Staring down at her angelic face as she grinned up at me, one hand slowly rubbing my painfully erect cock while the other tugged at my zipper, I nearly creamed my pants.
This was absolutely the most convincing wet dream I’d ever had. My pants were going to be a mess when I woke up.
“Oh, don’t you go blowing your load just yet,” she teased, her hot breath making my cock twitch violently as she pulled down my boxers. “What happened to all that training, huh? You should be able to last at least a minute, even all horned up.”
I couldn’t take it as she lowered her lips onto my raging cock, every breath of hers making my balls twitch in need.
Grabbing her head, I pushed into her mouth once and instantly exploded. My eyes rolled up and my legs shook at how intense it was. I’d never had sex before. Never even had a blowjob. But if the real thing was even half as good as this wet dream, then I desperately needed to get laid.
Slumping against the side of the house, my legs still trembling from how intense it had all been, I could only gasp for breath.
The pressure on my thighs brought me back, Caitlin pressing on them to extract me from her throat, even as she coughed.
“Geez, Teddy. How about some warning next time?” Caitlin wiped the strands of spit dribbling down her chin, licking it up before frowning up at me. “And would it kill you to drink some juice?”
I blinked at her owlishly, unsure how this dream was still going on.
“Geez, I’m only joking,” she said, finally grinning and placing a wet kiss on my rapidly deflating cock. “You know you can be as rough as you want with me. Feel better now?”
I nodded dumbly as she stuffed me back into my pants, her top button finally exploding and showing off the top of her soft-white boobs. She barely acknowledged it though, snuggling up to me to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“Just let me know if you need me again, bestie. I have third period free, so we can always sneak off for another quickie.”
I’d come to accept that this wasn’t a dream, mostly because of the stinging ache on my cheek where I’d slapped myself in an attempt to wake up. That sharp crack I’d landed had succeeded only in making me dizzy, the world flashing white momentarily only to reveal a hallway full of kids staring at me like I was crazy ... which I might have been.
The cause of my sudden strike stood before me, her perfectly manicured eyebrow raised in askance.
Miss Theresa, the head nurse, in my memory was a dumpy forty-something year-old with a chip on her shoulder the size of Mount Everest and a deep burning hatred of all things high school ... making her perfect for higher education. The rumor was that she’d never been laid, which might explain her frothing passion for cock-blocking all amorous activity in the school, going so far as banning all forms of physical touch.
This woman in front of me most certainly wasn’t the Miss Theresa I remembered, not with the necklace of wedding bands she showed off like a trophy collection around her neck or those burning eyes that slow-walked every man up and down as if evaluating her next meal.
The word ‘cougar’ never fit a woman more aptly. Blood-red lipstick on pouty lips, smokey eyes like she was ready to pull a man into the fires of her lair, a barely contained set of triple-D’s that seemed to grow two cup sizes whenever she breathed in deeply, and a tailored suit that hugged every one of her luscious curves. Just looking at her gave me the most confusing boner, as if even my dick questioned the intelligence in being hard around this man-eater.
“That won’t get you out of detention, young man,” she said, hardly phased by my actions. Her voice traveled up my spine like I could feel her tongue licking me there. “You’ll see me, in my office, at 3PM sharp. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Miss Theresa,” I said as I pressed my back against the lockers behind me.
“Good.”
My dick twitched as she licked her plump lips, her eyes obviously clocking the motion in my pants as she looked me up and down like the most delicious steak she’d ever seen.
I’d never been so happy to hear the bell chime.
“Excuse me,” I said, sliding along the lockers to escape her gaze, her tits practically mashed up against me like she’d been moments away from devouring me right there.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I entered the classroom, one last nervous glance over my shoulder to see her standing rooted in spot, watching me flee with a smirk on her lips.
“Looks like the cougar needs to get stuffed again,” Mister Cooper muttered under his breath as he closed the door, shooting her a disapproving glare.
I blinked owlishly at the middle-aged teacher who looked like he’d just come from bench-pressing a vending machine, his arms the size of tree trunks.
I had to be in some kind of alternate dimension, because even the dopiest of science teachers looked like he’d stepped out of a sports magazine. Thinking about it, I had yet to see anyone not a ten, or at least a high nine. It was like I’d stepped onto a TV set where everyone was effortlessly gorgeous.
“Take a seat, Ted,” Mister Cooper said with a sigh. “And you really should have submitted that health documentation like I told you. And where is AJ? I don’t see him.”
Glancing around the classroom as everyone shuffled to their seats, I couldn’t spot him either.
“Eighteenth birthday,” someone said, squeezing past me in the aisles.
“Oh, right. Well, guess he’ll have a long weekend then.” Mister Cooper headed over to his desk like that had solved everything.
Snapping myself out of yet another stupor, I rushed to my assigned seat while trying to keep my eyes off every pair of nearly exposed tits I came across. If they weren’t in low-cut blouses, they were barely contained in tight shirts. None of the girls seemed off-put with my staring, some even meeting my eyes with a smirk as they squeezed their tits together for me.
“Did you seriously forget to submit your forms?” Jacob whispered as I settled down, sporting a casual blazer like he was at a prep school and looking none the worse for drinking all night long with us. “I even reminded you.”
“Yeah, uh, guess I just forgot. Is it really such a big deal that I get detention for it?”
“Oh yeah. They need those documents one way or another. You know what happened to the last guy who forgot his forms?”
“No?”
“Someone said they saw him limp out of detention, like, two hours later.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Mister Cooper knocked on his desk, cutting off all the murmured conversations around me.
“Alright, let’s get back to class everyone. I’ll be reviewing the last chapter in preparation for the mid-term.”
Outside of everyone being just crazy hot and apparently not at all shy about showing off, my day actually wasn’t much different from most; home room, followed by science and math, gym, and then lunch with the rest of the afternoon classes. The topics were all familiar, having been what we’d been studying for the last several weeks. Truly, the ‘only’ weird thing about today was the people. My awkward gawking at girls bending over and showing off their thongs only met with giggles and the occasional blown kiss like this was anywhere close to normal behavior. None of the teachers seemed to care, often times just shaking their heads like this was cute and we’d grow out of it.
By lunch I’d seen more ass and tits then the rest of my life combined, and that included the gigs of porn I had on my computer at home. Of course, that didn’t keep me from being rock-hard and mildly light-headed all day. I’d also closed my locker door on my erection a few times. I could swear the door had bent, no match for the iron suffusing my dick.
The general hubbub of the cafeteria roared around me, the tables filled with giggling and laughing more animated than usual. My own table mirrored the rest, my friends gossiping and gabbing like usual. Jacob went on about the newest card game he and his brother were into, Herb derailed the topic by boasting about all the chicks he’d (never) nailed, and Paula took great delight in calling him out on his bullshit. All in all, it was just a normal day.
... maybe I was the weird one?
Caitlin skipped merrily down the aisle, another button shooting off into the ether as her tits jiggled and bounced in their escape attempt from her tight shirt. Her skirt bobbed dangerously high, flashing her panties on particularly high skips, though no-one seemed to notice or care.
“Hiya~,” she chirped, landing heavily on the seat in front of me, her boobs continuing to tremble from the impact for a long time after. “Didn’t see you at third period. Did you finally confess to Mandy and have her blow you?”
My jaw hung loose, remnants of my sandwich bite raining down as I stared blankly at her.
“Ah, I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.” Caitlin shrugged, pulling out her lunch bag and rifling around in it. “You know, if you just want a blowie, you don’t need to date her. You could just ask for one. She’s nice, I’m sure she’d give you one.”
My dick twitched at the thought of Mandy Bell, the head cheerleader, on her knees and sucking me off. I hadn’t even seen her yet, but if she followed the trend around here, she’d probably be so hot I’d have to wear shades.
“Want me to ask her after school?” Caitlin asked, taking a delicate nibble at her sandwich. “We have French together.”
“He’s got detention,” Jacob said, elbowing me. “Dumbass forgot to submit his health forms.”
“WHAT?!”
I rocked back at Caitlin’s explosion, her crystal blue eyes staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“Why didn’t you submit them?!” she continued, her golden hair flying as she shook her head. “If you don’t have those on file, you can’t even finish your college applications.”
“I’ll just get them filled out at detention,” I offered, noting the rueful shakes of heads all around me. “Right?”
“Oh my God! You are impossible!” Caitlin shot up, a third button flying off as she almost completely spilled from her shirt now. “And when Miss Theresa is on duty?! You know I hate that bitch!”
Glancing around, everyone at the table nodded sagely, not bothering to explain as I looked for an answer.
“I’ll be damned if I let her get away with this,” Caitlin growled, though the effect was somewhat muted by her shirt slipping from one shoulder, one pink nipple the only thing holding up the right side of her shirt. “We need to get those forms done right now.”
“You’ve got, like, five minutes,” Jacob said, taking a bite as he watched Caitlin work herself up. “No way you get it all done by then. Are you even in the open window for the vaccination? I’ll bet you Miss Theresa is already taking her shots in preparation.”
Caitlin stopped, her chest heaving as she panted, glaring at Jacob who let it slide off him as he always did.
“Yes, I’m vaccinated,” she snapped, “and I’ll have you know I’m still in the window.”
“Only four minutes now,” he noted, glancing at his watch and taking another bite.
“Fuck.” Caitlin glared at me, though I still wasn’t clear on why. “I can’t believe I have to do this for you. At times I feel like I’m your mom.”
With a quick glance over her shoulders, Caitlin hunched over and reached under her skirt, her hips shimmying as her panties slid down her legs. Stepping out of them as I watched with my jaw on the table, she stooped to pick them up and then tossed them to me. I wasn’t in a position to catch them, so they just slapped across my face, her warmth still on them and her scent making me dick twitch.
“Hide those,” she hissed at me, before getting down on all fours and climbing halfway under the table like she’d gotten stuck looking for something she’d dropped. She raised her ass high enough that her skirt flipped over, her pale behind now waggling in the air.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed back at her, stowing her panties in my pocket. Nobody at the table seemed to have any concerns about what was happening.
“Getting detention,” she grunted, redoubling her efforts as her ass waved for everyone to see.