About me:
32 year old Female Izmir Escort, Turkey Chapter 1 "Cousin Matt! In my house! Right now! Can we stay here? Please? Oh please, oh please!" It was that pathetic plea that had Rachel offering Mark the couch in the den. He hadn't slept over since they were little, so that was one of the few places there was for him to sleep. Sleepovers weren't really necessary when the two lived so close together, but he had been known to doze off on the couch in the living room from time to time. She received a message from Drake about the Annual Comic-Con Convention, and then later Mark got ready for bed. He went into the bathroom to change into a pair of striped blue and purple PJs, similar colors to what Rachel was wearing her track pants and a tank top. As she watched him sit on the edge of her bed, she frowned and remembered something. "Look Mark, a few people have slept on that couch and almost every time it’s caused ultra back pain." "Yeah? Bummer." "I don't mind if you sleep in here like you used to," she offered. "There is plenty of room. As long as you don't hog all the covers and you stay on your side of the bed, okay?" Mark smiled, and neither really thought much of this. They were friends, and half the time neither of them even acknowledged that they were a boy and a girl. So they crawled under the covers together, and as promised stayed on their own sides of the bed. She turned off her lights and lay down to sleep. Later in the evening Rachel awoke because Mark had knocked her out of her sleep when Mark's hand hit her in the back of the head. Her eyes shot open, and she turned to her friend with an irritated look. "Mark!" He was still asleep. It seemed he had rolled over onto his back, and his hand had inadvertently swung into his sleeping friend. "I thought I told you to stay on..." She trailed off when she noticed something unexpected. A little tent had been erected in the middle of the duvet, right around where Mark's groin was. He had an erection. Blushing furiously she rolled back onto her side of the bed with her back to him. This went way beyond awkward. She had never been this close to an erection before, and never would have thought of it from Mark. But she could deny it no longer. Mark was a guy. With a penis…an erect penis…in her bed. Her breathing started to get louder, and she knew there was not much hope of her getting back to sleep now. She considered waking Mark up, but decided that would only succeed in embarrassing him. Besides, he was a freakishly deep sleeper; she probably couldn't wake him even if she tried. The guy could easily sleep through a nuclear explosion. Turning back she took a glance over her shoulder, and then lay back down still blushing. Yep the erection was definitely still there. And though still tremendously nervous, she found herself a little curious. What exactly was going through Mark's head? Who was he dreaming about to make him hard like that? A girl at school? A woman from the TV? One on those scantily clad characters from his comic books or video games? ... Amy perhaps? Even Rachel had to admit that woman was pretty sexy. If she went for girls, Amy would definitely be one of her top five choices. She paused and started to blush even darker. What if he was thinking about...? Nah! Mark wouldn't... He didn't think of her that way... Did he? Again she glanced back at the tent in her duvet, and this time just stared for a while. She started wondering what kind of things they would be doing in his dream, if it was about her. Was she on top? Whenever she fantasized about a guy, she was usually on top. She liked it that way, the feeling of power and control as she rode a cock until her lover came, shuddering and moaning beneath her. Never fantasized about Mark though, the idea never even crossed her mind. Not until now that is. Again she turned away and laid down deciding to go back to sleep. Put those thoughts out of her mind and just sleep, so she closed her eyes tight. Trying her best to empty her mind of that sexy image. ... What... were they wearing in the dream? Were they both completely naked, or was she wearing some sort of kinky leather getup? And was he going down on her? God she bet that would feel good, guys in her fantasies would always lick her out a lot. Yeah, she would so eagerly mount Mark's face, grab both of his ears and wouldn't let him stop. He could lick her for hours and she'd still want more... "Shut up, brain, shut up!" she hissed out loud. "This is Mark! Maaark!!" Sure she'd often have thoughts like this about Brad Pitt or Hugh Laurie on occasion, but never Mark. Without even really realizing it, she turned to take another look. Yep his erection is definitely still there. Must've been a really good dream he was having, whatever it was. A part of Rachel hoped he was dreaming about her. That this erection was for her. She found herself thinking about how much she'd enjoy draining it dry for him, leaving him totally satisfied. "Snap out of it Rachel! This is your best friend." Despite hers
