A Cracky dream I had:
At a bar I frequent, I managed to seduce Cracky. The particulars of the seduction are not relevant as it occurred prior to the dream.
The dream started as I led her back to my hotel room, she was hugging my arm. Our night of drinking was making her sway and giggle, it was kinda cute. In the elevator she collapsed against me, kissing me deeply on the lips at the same time. I smiled and turned her around, so that her back rested against my chest. I played with her hair and massaged her shoulders, but preventing her from kissing me. I was sure I could go through with this. But at the door to my hotel room I fumbled with my key, more nervous than I expected. In addition, every time I went to open it, she'd grope me. I smiled sweetly at her, staying her probing hand just long enough to open the door. I ushered her in, and bolted the door behind me.
Once inside, I set the laptop and camera I had given her (to woo her back to my room) on the desk. I encouraged her to use the lavatory if she needed. She acquiesced. Once she had shut the door, I plugged in the laptop and connected the camera. When I heard the door open, I slowly turned to gaze upon her. She had already gotten up on the bed when her eyes met mine. Locked in an intimate stare, she began to dance about, salaciously removing her clothes. Soon she was wearing nothing but a small pair of pink cotton panties. I was interested that although her dance was overtly sexual, there were distinct hints of nervousness at being naked around someone else. I thought of turning the lights off, but dismissed it - that would spoil everything. So I smiled at her and told her she was pretty. She beamed at me and descended from the bed, advancing straight for me.
I clenched my hand, feeling the little blue pill my friend had given me resting reassuringly in my palm. Nervously, I turned my back to Cracky and fussed with the camera and computer. She draped her arms over my shoulders, her naked chest pressed against my back. Placing her warm cheek on mine, she whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I smiled at her and told her she was beautiful. She laughed nervously and withdrew, beckoning me to the bed. I thought of what lay ahead and my stomach fluttered.
When I did not arise immediately, she grabbed the swivel chair and turned me to face her. As I stared at her pale, soft bosom, she dropped to her knees and pushed my legs apart. She reached for my belt, but I quickly grabbed her hands. Perhaps I could procrastinate just a little longer. She smiled at me and gave me a coquettish look, her hands traveling towards my belt. I clenched my fist again, but was alarmed to realize I had dropped my little blue pill. I nodded towards the bed and she leapt up enthusiastically, apparently glad to avoid this foreplay. I prodded the camera once more, as she dove beneath the covers. I silently prayed this would work and turned to face her.
Secure beneath the blankets, she peeked out at me, giggling nervously. I grabbed the cheap hotel bedding and flung it to the floor, exposing her nakedness. She covered her chest modestly and blushed a little. I tried to smile reassuringly. I asked if she didn't mind a little cold because I'd rather not keep any blankets or sheets on the bed. She smiled demurely and lunged for me. She tugged my shirt over my head and ran her hands down my chest. I quietly sighed and tried to overcome my performance anxiety. It was going to be hard to get an erection, knowing my friends were watching on their laptop, safe in the lobby. The spirit might be willing (and oh, was it) but the flesh was not likely able. She tried to take my pants off again, apparently desperate to assess my genitals.
I spun her around and bent her over, running my hand down my her round bottom. She pulled away from my hand, pressing herself flat against the bed. I reached for her but she gave me a look that clearly said 'no'. She tried to reach for my belt again, a wicked grin playing across her face. I couldn't understand her eagerness to suck my cock. Seeing no alternatives, I gave up and let her remove my pants. As she tried to tug my boxers down, I halted her. First, I felt, she should remove her own remaining garment. Once that tiny shred of cotton was removed, I could steel myself to my task. But she refused, looking hurt and confused.
After some elaborate and unsexy negotiations it was agreed that she would take off her panties, but only if I wouldn't look. I was nervous, this did not seem to bode well. Slowly, blushing beet red, she removed the pink, cotton garment that stood between her and total nudity. I stood there, my eyes locked on her crotch. She chastised me for looking, tossing the wadded fabric at my face. Despite the playful attitude, her embarrassment was palpable.
She opened her arms, enticing me towards her soft body; she was so clearly in need of reassurance, physical or otherwise. I tried to move into her arms, so that the awkwardness would pass. But try as I might, I was glued to the spot. I turned towards the camera and made a small 'call me' gesture. If only my friends would call me, I'd have an out. Cracky rose up to her knees and hobbled towards me, her naked breasts covered in goosebumps. I looked back at her and tried to smile, but my eyes were locked on her erect penis. My mind reeled. She leaned forward to embrace me, but I turned away at the last minute. I assured her, my voice still calm, that this was ok. I confirmed again and again, while she hugged me, that I was not upset and that everything would be fine. She asked me pleadingly if everything I had said earlier was still true. I assured her it was. She pulled me tightly to her, her breasts pressed into my neck, her penis poking me in the lower back.
I was lying, though. I knew I couldn't do this no matter how many lulz might result from the video. I frantically signed 'call me' once more in the general direction of the camera, but I knew it was to no avail. I could envision it perfectly - the raucous laughter filling the lobby as my friends collapsed on each other in mirth. Any loyalty overcome by the joyous schadenfruede of my agonizing predicament.
It was all too much, I had to flee. In panic I pushed Cracky away from me, perhaps a little too forcefully. She fell back onto the bed, curling into the fetal position, tears silently running down her cheeks. I gave her one final hunted look before fleeing out the door, my shirt, pants and shoes crammed crudely under one arm.
As I angrily stuffed my legs into my pants, I considered my predicament. It occurred to me that perhaps this wasn't disastrous after all. I'd handled myself acceptably in the circumstances, the video was still going to be hilarious, the stalkers would still be routed. Soon I would be clinking my scotch on the rocks against my friends', just a little too hard, so that the ice rattled in the glass. And our laughter would fill the bar as we uproariously toasted yet another moment of truly epic lulz.
Written badly, and hurriedly at 4:30AM. In before tl;dr.
(yes, it's true, I troll while I sleep)