ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #9 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #9

... at her hands showed that she was also sporting wedding jewellery. Freddie started to panic despite feeling real perfection at his core, and looked around the room. It was all very unfamiliar of both Jade's room and his own, and the more shocking factor was that there were clothes strewn all over the floor. Nice clothes. Like a tux and if Freddie was right, there was a wedding dress in a big pile near the door. Freddie looked up at Jasmine, but she was changing, like she was getting older by the second and before long, his beautiful ideal of perfection was getting wrinkled, but still very much having sex with him. As she reached something that resembled 60, Freddie was desperately trying to get away, but he couldn't squirm from under her and so he shut his eyes and prayed the moment would end. As his eyes felt a weird feeling like something was on them he looked up at her body turning to dust and now his penis was stuck in a skeleton. * * * He sat up in Jade's bed, breathing a thousand shallow breaths a minute, wiping the cold sweat from his face. Finally having calmed himself down, he looked over next to him and felt his bl*od run cold as he saw blonde hair slowly shifting to face him. Shit, it's Sam, he thought. How the hell did she get in here? Did we… No, that's not possible. Jade will kill them both if she catches Sam in this bed. He rubbed her shoulder softly to quicken her awakening and as her eyes fluttered open, she smiled up at him. "This is a really good dream," ...

... she said calmly. "Not a dream, Sam," he said, looking dead serious. "How did you get in here?" Sam looked around and quickly recognized this as being Jade's room. "Holy fuckin' chizz," she said, covering herself up quickly. What the fuck am I wearing?" As she pulled back the covers, Freddie could see that she was wearing very thin purple lingerie that he thought he saw on Jade at one point. "I don't know, but we need to get you out of here before Jade comes in here…" Freddie sprang into action and seeing that it was still pretty early, quickly led Sam to her own room. "Freddie…" Sam said, softly touching his shoulder. "Look, I don't know what happened, Sam, but we need to talk about this later, ok?" "Whatever, nub," She murmured, recoiling her hand back. "Your fuckin' life. I don't give a shit." Freddie looked at her and sighed, mouthing "I'm sorry" as he shut her bedroom door, leaving her alone and wearing Jade's lingerie. She ripped it off her body in one swift move and quickly replaced it with her own clothes- a t shirt and some panties. Where the fuck did he get off, she thought. She had just as little of a clue as he did on what just happened and yet he treats her like some dark secret to toss out? Sam felt so pissed, but the thought of waking up next to him and the way he felt against her skin really was perfect. As she reflected further, she felt herself being less and less angry and more loving of her former beau. She imagined the way he would hold her and talk to her ...