“Now I can't fall asleep,” I said quietly in the hope that she had not yet had time to plunge into her world of dreams.

Strange thing is insomnia. All week I slept for three or four hours a day, on the weekends I wasn’t allowed to sleep off a family, so to speak, broke, and my friends urgently needed help on some issues that they were incompetent. Finally, I hid from the whole world with its troubles, problems, sorrows and cries for help in a small apartment on the second floor, on an unfolded sofa, well-fed, contented and extremely tired. In my honor, the freshest bedding was made, and the heater worked, spilling the beneficial heat in the air. It would seem, what else to dream? Lie down and sleep from the heart! That was exactly what I was going to do - the next day I had to get up again at 5 am, but insomnia came with my plans for the night. Parents, friends, work turned in my head, friends again and again parents, I tossed and turned, got up to take a sip of water and lay back, continually waking up the cute sleeping glory, dormant near by.

She moved, turning toward me. Snuggled, all warm-drowsy, hugged, poked her neck with soft lips.

- Why?

- I do not know. There is no dream. Run in a week, now thoughts ... are spinning.

“I think,” she tickled me straight into my neck, “he runs away from you and hides.”

From such an unexpected pleasantness, I shivered. He pulled her to him under a blanket.

- Why does he do it? I, what, so right all of a scary?

She moved again.

- Not at all. Quite the contrary.

- Why is he then?

- Well ...

She raised herself on an arm bent at the elbow, noticeably perking up.

- In fact, all this is quite explainable, as I think. You see, dreams, they themselves are pretty stupid, stubborn and short-sighted creatures. Just like Oladushek, ”she added thoughtfully.

Oladushkom was her roommate Maxim, on whose usual place to sleep we are now located. For reasons unknown to me, he was honored with this nickname, and in no other way she never called him.

- So, what did I say? - she woke up.

“Oh dreams,” I reminded, burying my face in her hair.

- Oh yes. So. And since they really do not give or take Oladushek, then they behave accordingly. They rest, are capricious, and give the wood at the most inopportune moment. And why?

- Why?

Gradually, sliding down, I settled down very comfortably: pressed my cheek against her chest, while she routinely stroked my hair with my free hand, running fingers through them like a comb.

“This is because they are influenced by their exceptional stupidity, the so-called Pancake Syndrome, which is not very amenable to treatment with medicines, but is well controlled by Pendels in a reasonable amount. But, of course, in relation to dreams, this method is ineffective. In contrast, by the way, from Oladushku. Take at least the case when this nerd man wanted to quit the institute and start hitchhiking in Europe, because, you see, it seemed to him that his life was boring, dull and not rich in events. Aggravation of Syndrome Fireball is obvious! However, several pensions of moderate strength - and the patient's condition quickly stabilized to the limits of the norm. So, dear colleague, as you see, the phenomenon that we called the Oladushk syndrome can be controlled one way or another.

“Ugum,” I muttered, almost to the point of sleep.

She leaned over and kissed me on the lips for a long, long kiss.

- Good night, my treasure.

- Treasure - because all dirty and dug out of the ground?

She shook me, lightly tapping a finger on the tip of my nose.

I laughed and fell asleep.

I dreamed of Oladushek, that is, of course, Maxim, who hitchhiked to the hospital, where the head physician was my eternal splyushka.She was angry, sent him to college, grumbled and prescribed Pendels. The next patient was, to my great surprise, I myself, and sleep gradually began to take on a different focus.

To me, the strict head doctor was not only not strict, but quite the opposite. She ordered me to rest and enjoy life more often, and then, coming close-close, offered to start enjoying life right now, on the spot. While I was in a stupor, she slid her palms over my body, neck, chest, penetrated under my clothes, and then completely began to generously give me very exciting caressing lips and tongue. Recovering from a slight surprise, I began to answer her awkwardly. She with obvious pleasure saved me from a T-shirt and unbuttoned and pulled down jeans. With dexterous fingers, she walked along her stomach, slipped into swimming trunks, and then it became quite pleasant. I was amazed at how realistic the sensations were in my sleep, tried to turn to the side, but something prevented me. Slowly, slowly, with efforts emerging from a dream into reality, I groaned in reality, and again, because of very strong sweet sensations in the lower abdomen and even lower.

Sleepy, like a bear in the middle of hibernation, I understood only that it was a dream, and the sensations were the most real. In the dim light of the lantern, penetrating from behind the curtains, in the dusk of the room I managed to make out a silhouette with long-lasting hair tangled with sleep, bent over my most outstanding part at the moment. I immersed my fingers in these endless waves of hair, checking the accuracy of what was happening.

Judging by the sensations, she used the forbidden technique with squeezing the head in her palm and turning her palm, as in an attempt to unscrew the cover from the hob, which caused me to bend on the bed with the next, much louder, moan.

While I was recovering myself, she slowly and slowly licked the barrel of the penis and the skin around it. She stroked the testicles, rolled them into her palms, leaned and absorbed them into her mouth.

I sighed loudly.

She let out of her mouth and began to lick them quickly, pushing her tongue between them, as if trying to separate them. Again, immersed in the mouth, tickled again with the tip of the tongue and licked, gently squeezing her lips ...

“Ohhh, how are you,” I gasped out with a groan, after which I asked a question that seemed to me not quite appropriate:

- What time is it now?

My voice, always awkwardly hoarse, was now especially in shock, I even thought that I scared her.

However, she answered quite calmly:

- Approximately half past four.

And she returned to her fascinating occupation.

For a while I lay in the dark, moaning and grimacing with pleasure, trying to gather my thoughts and strength. The first was given to me especially difficult, so I had to give up this business and surrender to sensations. And there was something to give ...

She slowly, with gusto licked her head. She rubbed a bridle with the tip of her tongue, at first slowly and easily, as if playing, then faster and faster, with perseverance that did her honor. I kissed a big pump, more and more. A strange languor spread throughout the body, gave way to a slight tremor in the fingers. Finally, she plunged the head into her mouth completely, pulling out an excited half-tone-half-breath from me. That in itself was very enjoyable. But then she put her head in the sky and slowly, slowly, shook her head.

- Aaah !! ... - I stood up sharply on the bed.

The twilight and especially susceptible to caress from sleep body strengthened sensations.

Sucking the head, she was shaking her head. Tormented by sophisticated caress, the head obediently rubbed against the palate, sending impulses, from which I randomly shuddered.

With a weakened hand, I drove through the sheets until I found her hand and did not pull my fingers into hers, squeezing them tightly.

- Mmmmmm! ...