“We should go inside.” He breathed, pushing her towards the door. Sophie was on sensory overload. She couldn`t deny that his hands had felt wonderful, but by stepping back into the club she knew that she was committing herself. Did she really want this?He led her through a door and into his private apartment. He pulled her into his arms, and they kissed, Jack forcing his tongue into her mouth as his hand drew down the zip on her dress.Sophie knew that this man was forcing himself upon her, and pushed feebly against his chest and then stopped, as he slipped a hand inside her dress and caressed her naked breast.The zip came free and the dress fell away, leaving Sophie naked. A finger trailed across her stomach and traced the deep groove of her shaven, virgin slit.“Please Jack,” Gasped Sophie. “I`ve never done this before. I`ve never even kissed a man.”Jack stopped and looked at her incredulously. “What never?” he asked, cupping her pussy.Sophie shook her head. “I`m going into the. Most noticeable was that itwas no longer completely empty like it had been the night before. Therewas a bed, a dresser and a desk, all placed like they were in my realroom. They were not my furniture, though. The bed was made of a redand white speckled mushroom with sheets laid on top of it. The desk hadlegs made from stacks of books and a surface that was a single giantbook laid atop the smaller stacks. The dresser was the most normallooking of the three, but I could've sworn I heard a slurping sound comefrom that direction at one point when I'd been looking the other way.As weird as the place was, it was weirder for me to be there. It wasn'tthe first time that I'd had a dream that I was aware was a dream, butthis didn't quite feel like that. The place was more detailed, more ...complete than I would have expected from a dream. Furthermore, therewas no driving action to the dream. It seemed to just be there as ifwaiting for me to take the first step.Shrugging, I turned.
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