Jason and Jen (part three)

The rest of the night was less eventful. We ordered some food and watched part of a movie, but we both decided to crash early. I slept like a log all night. I usually wake up before the alarm, but this time it woke me up. I turned it off and stayed laying there feeling completely refreshed. I turned and saw Mark was also awake, just staring at the ceiling. "Good morning, loverboy," I cooed as I leaned over to kiss him. 1

"Good morning," he answered dryly.2

"What's wrong?" I asked. He didn't say anything, so I asked again with some urgency, "Mark, what's wrong?"3

There was a long silence, and he finally said, "Who's Jason?"4

I was shocked to hear that name from him since I had never mentioned it. I had to ask, "Jason who?"5

"You tell me."6

"What are you talking about?"7

"You were talking in your sleep, Jen. You kept mentioning some guy named Jason. First you were saying, 'Stop it, Jason, stop it, Jason' and then...and then I don't know what was happening."8

I gasped out loud as a memory came flooding back to me. "It...it was another nightmare," I said.9

"It didn't sound like you were having a nightmare." 10

I didn't know what to say. I was remembering the dream with such clarity that I was surprised that I had forgotten it. I remembered that I was in an very bare office with just a table and two chairs. I was just sitting there waiting for something or someone when Jason came into the room. He said he needed to search me. I protested, but he got angry and said I had to strip or he'd do it for me. I refused, and he spun me around and bent me face-first onto the table. He told me to put my hands behind my back, and when I did, he put handcuffs on me. He yanked me back up straight and turned me to face and said that he was going to search me whether I liked it or not. Then he started unbuttoning my blouse from the top. That was when I started saying 'Stop it, Jason'. When I struggled, he abruptly tore the whole shirt open, scattering buttons around the room. When he pulled the shirt down to the cuffs behind me, and I was left standing there wearing just a bra and skirt. I was scared to death. He said that he didn't know what I might be hiding and he turned me around again and unsnapped my bra. I kept telling him to stop, but he didn't, and my bra slid off my breasts, leaving me topless. He turned me to face him again. Those eyes of his looked deep into me and he said matter-of-factly that he could tell that I was enjoying it and that I wanted it to happen. He bent me onto the table again and started fumbling with my skirt. I felt the button come undone, and then the zipper was lowerered, and with a sudden tug, the skirt was lying at my feet. He told me to step out of it, and when I did he kicked my feet wide apart. I could feel his eyes on me, and then I felt a finger sliding under a leg hole in my panties. He said that they seemed very nice and that they must be expensive, and without warning he tore them off of me. Bent over the table, I felt him lean over my back, his fully clothed body rough against my skin, and he spoke softly into my ear and told me that I knew that I needed to be searched. He stood back up and ran his hands over the back of my legs and then he kicked my feet further apart. I stiffened as I felt a hand reach between my thighs. I felt his palm and fingertips on my belly, and then I felt him slowly pull his hand down my belly and softly dragged across my pussy and then back through my thighs. I shuddered at the sensations and begged for the hundredth time that he stop it. His only response was to ask sarcastically, "Did you shave just for me?" He told me that the search was necessary and that it would be over soon. I felt his hand between my legs again, this time spreading my lips with his fingers. He said that I would be surprised at what some women try to hide down there, and then he slid one and then two fingers inside me, twisting and probing as I tried futilely to stay still. "I don't know what you're hiding, but I can tell what you like," he said as he added a third finger and started rhythmically pumping in and out. When he pulled out and started to rub my clit, I began to moan desperately, "Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me, Jason." I heard his pants drop to the floor...and after that I didn't remember anything.11

I was completely mortified. The dream seemed so real and so recent, and my body responded to the memory as if it just happened. I didn't know what Mark had heard me say, but I felt so guilty. I rolled over and hugged him tight. "It was another nightmare," I said. "I barely even remember it now."12

"It sounded like you were getting laid right next to me. Do you know a Jason?"13

I held my breath for a moment, and then I said, "There is a new guy in the office. His name is Jason Kegel."14

"You want this guy? Is he hot?"15

"No! He gives me the creeps! If I was having a nightmare about him, I don't know why. And I don't remember it." I had to lie about that. To tell him that one of my fantasies was fulfilled in a dream by a guy from work would be too much.16

"It didn't sound like a nightmare," he said again.17

"You know you're my man, right? There's no one else. I just want you," I said as I started kissing his face and mouth. My hand started stroking his chest, and I said, "I just want to make you happy." I slid my hand down further and found him already hard.18

"Ooh, maybe you're already happy," I said.19

"Listening to you made me hard as a rock and I haven't lost it yet."20

"Well, let me see if I can fix that," I said and then pulled back the covers. I gave him the best blow job I could and within a few minutes he groaned loudly and came in my mouth. 21

"I don't think you scared the neighbors, loverboy, but if they heard anything, I bet they were jealous."22

"Come here," he said, pulling me back up to his face. He kissed me hard and said, "Let's forget all this. We need to get ready for work." Then he paused and said slyly, "I might enjoy a repeat tonight, though."23

"We'll see what happens," I answered with a grin.24

I had to hurry up and shower and get dressed since I was running way behind. For the rest of the morning and until I got to work, I kept thinking about how weird it was that I had had sex dreams two nights in a row. I usually don't even remember my dreams, but these felt almost burned into my memory, and I certainly never had ones that left me so very aroused. More confusing was why I would be dreaming about Jason Kegel. I might have understood if I had found him attractive, but I didn't want to have anything to do with him at all, never mind think of him sexually. I thought that maybe it was how striking his eyes were and that my brain had gotten stuck thinking about them somehow. That seemed to explain why I imagined Mark's eyes were purple when he was going down on me. The fact that they were the last thing I saw immediately before having that intense orgasm just made me shake my head and laugh at myself. I figured that I'd get over my little obsession soon enough.25

When I got to the office I was sort of dreading seeing Jason there, but I didn't see him when I walked in. I asked Marcia, "Where is everyone today?" She told me that Kim had a doctor's appointment and that Jason was out getting some donuts. I had hoped that he was out for the day so that I wouldn't have to deal with him, but I had to admit that I was looking forward to a donut or two since all I had this morning was coffee. I sat down at my desk and started working. After about fifteen minutes I cruising along, and then I saw Jason walk in. He was carrying a box of donuts, but I was surprised to see what he was wearing. He had on dark blue slacks and a lighter blue shirt, and all I could think was that it was just about the same outfit he had on during my dream about the strip search. Once again I had an urge to flee, but I just sat where I was. When Jason announced that people could take what they wanted, everyone but me got up and took one, but I remained in my cubicle and tried to make myself focus on work. After a minute or two, though, Jason walked up to me carrying the box. 26

"Hi, Jen. There are a few left. You want one of these, right? I can tell what you like."27

Hearing that made me shudder. It was almost as if I was expecting him to say those words. He asked, "Are you okay, Jen? You seem a little shaken up." 28

"No...um, I'm fine. I just got a little chill, that's all."29

"It wasn't anything I said, I hope."30

"No, it's nothing. I just have to get back to work," I said. To end the conversation, I took a donut and thanked him. 31

Jason began to walk away, but he turned back and said, "If you are feeling chilly, I was a sweater you can borrow." I told him I didn't and he left and went back to his desk. 32

Looking down at my chest I had to curse myself. "Shit...why did I wear a shirt like this?" It seemed fine when I got dressed this morning, but the silk shirt and the flimsy bra I wore were doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples were. It was bad enough that I was having weird sex dreams about that guy, but now two days in a row he has seen me with high beams on. I almost wished I had agreed to borrow his sweater, but I didn't want anything to do with him. I tried to get back to work, but I kept on thinking about everything that had been happening since Jason had shown up. It was as if my obsession with his eyes was combined with some sort of predicting of the future. It was as if I would dream about him saying something or wearing something, and he would end up doing it. I had never believed in any sort of thing like that before, so it was easier to think that I was going nuts. Try as I might, I couldn't get anything done. Eventually I decided that I needed to go home to clear my head. I told Marcia that I wasn't feeling well and had to leave early. She seemed concerned for both my health and for work, but she said it was okay. I promised that I'd be in the next day, and then grabbed my things and left.33

When I got home I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. I tried watching television but at that time of day there was nothing on that I wanted to watch. I decided to put on some music and have a glass of wine. The music was a nice distraction, and the wine really hit the spot, but it started making me tired. Figuring that I wasn't getting enough solid sleep, I decided to turn off the stereo and take a nap. It felt great to lay down in my bed and close my eyes, and I was sleeping within minutes.34

It was not to be a restful nap, however. I soon found myself dreaming again, sitting at the bar as I had been before. Just as previously, there was strange music playing and everything seemed to be moving too slowly, as if through a thick syrup. I knew that Jason would be sitting next to me when I turned my head to look at him, and I was right.35

"You left early and didn't say goodbye, Jen. And to think that I got you a donut."36

I tried to speak, but no words came out. 37

"I'll let you talk when I want you to. I know that this is baffling to you, but it is very simple, really. I am inside you. I'm in your head and can poke around and find out anything that's in there, even stuff you forgot about a long time ago. I have control over what you can do as well. I could make you like a puppet, but that's no fun for me. I'd rather point you in certain directions."38

I simply sat there and listened, helpless to move or speak. I didn't know what to believe, but I was aware that I was dreaming.39

"I can see that you don't believe me. You're right that you're dreaming, but it's not just a dream. I could just make you believe what I'm saying, but I'd rather convince you. It's a little tricky, though, since you know you're dreaming. Maybe this will help you, though. Remember yesterday when you were in the bathroom? I was with you the whole time."40

My eyes became wide recognizing what he was talking about.41

"That's right, Jen. You were in there playing with yourself, but you didn't get to come. So sad," he said with a smile. "The best part for me was when you started running through your inventory of fantasies. That's how I found out about your strip search fantasy. I was able to take it and make it real for you in a dream. And I know that you liked it because it was everthing you wanted. You've been using that one since high school."42

I knew he was right. What was worse was knowing that he knew he was right.43

"You have lots to choose from, Jen. Some of your fantasies are damned boring, though. I mean, making sweet, gentle love in a bed and breakfast? Please. I like the naughtier ones. How about this one? It's quite simple, but fun."44

I didn't know what he was talking about, but then my hands started unbuttoning my blouse.45

"Remember how you'd think about being secretly watched? Remember? With Jimmy?"46

I knew exactly what he meant. When I was in high school, I would sometimes fantasize about getting naked while my cousin Jimmy spied on me. Pretending that he was watching from a closet, I would imagine a casual strip tease before I would masturbate while he watched. I somehow felt Jimmy's eyes on me as I sat at the bar and removed my shirt and then reached around and removed my bra. I knew he was jerking off when he saw my breasts and saw me pinching my nipples.47

"You feel it, don't you, Jen? That idea is still gets you hot."48

He knew it did.49

"Imagine if, say, someone from the office was watching you right now. Like me, for instance," he said and turned me to face him. "Instead of an innocent secret watcher, can you imagine being forced to get naked in front of people? You have before."50

I had imagined things like that before for sure. I'd fantasize about being a customer caught in a bank robbery and forced to remove my clothes in front of everyone. Just that was usually powerful enough to get me off, but if I needed more, I'd picture being forced to masturbate while they watched. I suddenly felt as if I had a gun pointed at me and that I knew I had to get naked in front of Jason. I stood up next to him, and with trembling hands, I removed my skirt, leaving myself in just my panties. I had to get naked, so I dropped my panties and stepped out of them. I tried to cover myself with my hands and arms while Jason was watching me, but I heard or felt a voice telling me to put my hands behind my head. I did so, exposing myself to Jason, who at that moment felt like a new co-worker rather than my tormentor.51

"It's okay that this turns you on, Jen," Jason said. "It does, doesn't it?"52

I could feel in my throat that my voice worked again. "No."53

"Jen, this is part of why I kept you quiet. You are going to tell the truth now. Does this turn you on?"54

I opened my mouth and answered, "Yes."55

"How come?"56

"Because I can't help it."57

"Do you want me to touch you?"58

"No," I answered, and when I did, he slowly reached out and started stroking my breasts. He began to squeeze my nipples, and the pleasure was intense.59

"You can't deny that it feels good," he said flatly. "How do you feel about the idea of me touching your pussy?"60

"Humiliated."61

"Why?"62

"Because I barely know you."63

"And?"64

"Because I am wet."65

"Tell me how this feels," he said as he slid a finger down my belly and between my legs.66

"It feels..." I couldn't finish because I gasped when I felt a finger slide into me.67

"Jen, do you want to have an orgasm right now."68

"No."69

"If I keep doing this," he asked as he began to rub my clit, "will you?"70

"Yes."71

"I am going to make you come, Jen," he said, and I could feel the orgasm building relentlessly within me. "I need to tell you, though, that when you wake up, you aren't going to know what was real. You'll remember this as a dream and have plenty of doubts. You are going to have to ask me about this when you're awake. And I'm not going to make it easy for you. Now look at me." I looked him in his eyes as he stared back smiling at me. There I was, dreaming that I was helplessly standing stark naked in a bar with my hands behind my head while some guy I barely knew was fingering me. I was staring into his purple eyes when the orgasm hit me. It gushed through my whole body in seconds. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, and the bar and Jason were lost in the tumult of my climax. I have no idea how long I was lost in its throes, but eventually it faded and I found myself staring at my ceiling.72

(to be continued....)