Krystal/Lucas Vanowen - The dream

TWO.2

        These past few days have been a mess. I've been a mess.

  I stayed in bed not wanting to get out. I was still in total despair. My eyes were swollen due to excessive and uncontrollable tears. I cried for so long that my glands couldn't secrete more tears.

   Chris hasn't called since then making me sob more. Bastard!

  He shattered my heart. My mind, heart, and soul were pretty damaged. I haven't eaten since I came back from Vegas, 

          I haven't got out of my room, my room was in total disorder.

 I've broken every breakable in the room, with the mindset of breaking Chris's heart as the same.

  I could barely contain my anger and pain and I passed them down to my innocent furniture.

What Chris did to me was what I'd never imagined would happen.

    I didn't resume work at the office, I called my boss earlier to request more time, at least more days to clear my head and get over this Chris cheating act. 

             Courteney didn't know I was back yet, I haven't phoned her since I came and I don't want to now cause she will want to get the full details of the trip, and doing so would break me again. Even my mom knows nothing yet.

     

           My door opened, and Mom came in with a tray of food in her hands. 

          I never told her I was hungry and she didn't even know I was back. I guess the maids would have told her about my sudden behavior.

    She gasped loudly when she saw the mess I created in my room, she tiptoed to the bed, avoiding broken glass so she wouldn't get injured.

 

             "Krystal, what's come over you? What's the mess all about?" She asked, shaking me vigorously, pulling the sheets off my body. 

I pulled the sheets back, covering my face this time, releasing more tears. Mom doesn't know about what happened in Vegas.

     She sat at the edge of the bed, 

   "Krystal?" She called and shook me again.

 "Krystal, are you okay?" She asked, this time feeling my body temperature.

   "Krystal you're burning up! Jeez! Stand up." She ordered. I didn't want her to see my face but I stood up anyway.

  

  "Mom, I'm fine," I answered weakly as a few tears dropped down my eyes. 

          She noticed it and drew closer to me, patting my head now on her shoulders. She doesn't know what's wrong but she's acting like she does.

    "Stop crying Krystal, stop crying. Talk to me about what happened. In Vegas? You didn't tell me when you came, you didn't even let me know you're back. And now I found you alone in your room, in a total mess, turned upside down, crying. Talk to me Krys." She spoke calmly, persuading me to speak.

    I wasn't ready to tell her about what happened in Vegas yet, I wasn't ready at all. She could continue asking me but won't get a word from me. I'll tell her at my own will. Not like she'd believe me.

    I shook my head in negation to tell her nothing happened and also to dismiss the topic. She understood me and kept quiet about it, still holding me close to herself, stroking my hair like the doting mother that she was to me.

     

        Despite her endearing love for me, I can't bring myself to tell her everything that has happened to me. I love so much because she has always been the mother I wish to have but some things are better left untold. Just like the night Chris and I shared or the sex escapade with the shadow of a stranger whose face I didn't see. I can tell her about the heartbreaking sight of Chris in bed with another woman but will not tell her that I'm no longer a virgin or I had sex with two men in Vegas and to think of explaining that I knew not the second one, is a death wish. I can't tell her that.

     

     Mom has always wanted me to get married as a virgin. To her, that's enough to make her proud.

   

       Mom approved of my relationship with Chris like we were betrothed to each other from a tender age and both families endorsed it. Mom loves Chris so much.

 Such a gentleman! Was her description of Chris.

    She tucked me into bed after dragging me out to have a cold bath. She arranged for my room to be cleared.

  I wouldn't tell her anything about Chris now and she wouldn't let me be. 

            She stayed with me all night, not wanting to leave.

    I pretended to fall asleep, I watched her standing up to leave. She kissed me goodnight on the forehead and turned off the bedside lamp before moving towards the door, she flipped off the light switch and a thick blackness enveloped the room. She closed the door lightly. 

      And slowly I drifted into dreamland, into Chris' world to know why.

 " Ahhh! Uhhh! That's it, baby, that's - the - right - spot." I moaned with my voice breaking at intervals in his ears, I was at the point of climax. I moaned again, my orgasm building stronger, I jerked. My cunt clench and unclench, his pelvis grinding into mine. He kept thrusting his full length into my small hole, grunting in pleasure.

    "Fuck, you're so tight you little whore. Fuck as tight." I heard him say, "Ahhh!" He let out a groan when he reached climax. 

  Our sex was rough, the bed moved in the rhythm of our session. I felt his cock grow bigger inside me, making me yelp in pleasure. I kept moaning.

    "Fuck me harder please," I begged for sex

"You're so tight. Fuck! I could come now." With that he blew off, he released, letting out a throaty grunt before pulling out from me.

         "Ahhhh!!" I screamed, waking up with a start. I had a dream, I had sex in a dream.

"What the fuck!" I touched myself to find out I was wet with sex juice. Did I fuck myself?

  

         I had sex, waking up to see no one on my bed, I had it in a dream and I was fucking wet, with my clitoris hard from pleasure. Had someone come into my room to fuck me?

 

           A few nights ago, in Vegas, I woke up naked in a room I never booked, I woke with dried cum on my thighs, confirming sex, but with who?

    The voice in my dream sounds familiar.

          Someone is playing with my mind, someone is messing with my head, with me. Everything seems strange and I couldn't map it. Maybe I was hallucinating. 

         But could I have possibly orgasms from just hallucinating? 

   

            I slept with the thought of Chris only to wake up to sex with a shadow in my dreams, which I can't comprehend. My brain was too tight to think.

     Someone possibly slept with me in Vegas. But why didn't he show his face to me after that night? 

Just immediately, realization hit me, I got the mapping.

    I had left Chris in anger and pain, headed straight to a pub, and had myself drink into a stupor. I remembered someone snatching my drink from me, taking me into a dark room, and…….

       

         The scenarios of that night filled my head. I didn't see the stranger's face because he had a mask on but his green eyes and blonde hair I could easily remember. I remembered addressing him as Chris, I remembered his reply, calling me a whore same as in the dream, I remembered crying in ecstasy on his lips, I remembered everything but not his facial looks or who he was, only his green eyes I could see vividly.

   

         He took advantage of me and now I see him in my dreams, toying with my subconscious mind.

    But there's nothing I can do to him, I don't know him and can't track him, and with my consoling mantra, 'everything that happened in Vegas stays in Vegas'. I'm not going to drag issues.

    I cleaned up the thick juice from my pussy, before returning to bed. I didn't turn off the light this time for fear of having another sex session in my dreams.

     Chris caused this.

          I made a mental note to dismiss the marriage agreement, I'm not interested anymore, and Chris can go to hell. I'm going to start work tomorrow and move on with life.

     I slept off, snoring.

LUCAS POV

   I haven't been at rest since I left Pablo's bar that morning.

      I had gone there the day before at dusk to relax my nerves, I had been stressed out. I had gone alone to take a few bottles of whisky and feel the liveliness of the club.

  

           I wouldn't have gone to such a local pub, considering my reputation and the fact that I am LUCAS VANOWEN, founder and CEO of Vanowen's group of companies. The pub was below my standard but Pablo was my pal.

     I sat in a comfortable space where I could get a good view of everything happening at the bar.

Girls strippers made passes at me but I'm not a fucker and I don't do strippers.

    Halfway down my drink, I spotted a brunette, a pretty one drinking herself to stupor. She looked pained.

I gulped down my drink hurriedly, walking up to her. I felt something was drawing me to her but I can't tell what it is.

      I noticed her tears when I got close to her, her eyes were red and swollen, her hair clinging to her cheeks. She looks devastated.

        She spoke, more like a murmur, to herself questioning why. I was forced to withdraw the glass from her, it's tequila, why would she take something so strong as this?  I'm not concerned about people and I don't know why I care now.

 

            I stared at her face for a long time, her lips caught my attention. I didn't think twice when I pulled down my mask,  going for them. 

    I sucked on her lips like wafers, I could taste strawberries on them. The kissing got so intense that my celibate cock began to stir into action, my dick wriggling beneath my pants ready to act.

           With reflex, I carried her into a dark room and fuck the living fuck out of her pussy, renewing the strength and service of my cock that had been celibate for months now. 

    Her pussy was fucking tight, more cause to fuck. It was obvious she just got deflowered or maybe she has been celibate too, cause she cried and moaned anytime I hit the G-spot, moaning out the name of some fucker which did nothing but anger and provoked me into rough sex.  I fucked her like a whore.

    I sat in my office, reminiscing on the escapade of that blissful night, I'd had sex with a tight cunt after a long period.

      

     After the session, I left the bitchy brunette early the next morning for an emergency meeting.

     And hell!! She was fucking pretty.

 I had released inside her that night out of pleasure. I hadn't come with a condom anyways, because I never planned on sexing any lady that night but I did. I wouldn't want to waste my precious sperm so I had to release them inside her. I felt a connection after that session, something was lingering. It could be lust or just another urge and hunger to fuck her one more time.

    My mind kept on drifting to that night, wishing to repeat such again. I had returned to the pub after my meeting but was told she left already. Too bad, I would have taken her again.

    Sex is sweet, especially with the brunette bitch. My pretty brunette.

    "Mr. Lucas, here are the files you demanded for." My whore of a secretary said, cutting me short of my thoughts. She's putting on a short one-sleeved gown with slits, almost revealing her thighs and her boobs popping out. 

      She's always so desperate to catch my attention. Not only her but practically all my female staff. Like who won't crave to have a cute guy like me? But too bad, I am not interested in desperate whores like them. 

      Though I've had her twice, not on my own will but out of an unsuppressable urge.

I collected the files from her quickly, not sparing her a glance. I dismissed her almost immediately. She was disappointed, all her dressings in vain but I care less.

          The thought of the brunette kept flooding my mind, I wasn't concentrating anymore. I need to clear off my head with some delectable bitches, not one probably not two, I'll fuck damn pussies tonight till the pretty girl's image blurs in my mind. I'm not a fucker.

              I dismissed my staff and left for home.