Sex Dream Architect: Part Two

April rang the bell and waited. When Kristen opened the door, April recited the password. Kristen grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. April asked if the dream would fuck with Eliza’s head long-term. Kristen ignored the question, stepped in close and said she’d rather hear how April’s pussy tasted. April had questions about the VR rig. Kristen was a grad student working on human-machine interfaces, had the keys to the lab, couldn’t say more than that. She usually charged a fortune, but tonight she’d comp it—if April stayed. She asked whether April liked girls besides her best friend, then kissed her before an answer came. April still couldn’t shake the worry about Eliza, so Kristen kissed her harder, whispered that Eliza was fine. April asked how she could know if any of this was real. Kristen grinned, handed her a spinning top and told her the trick: keep spinning and it’s a dream; falling over and it’s real. The top wobbled, slowed, tipped, and they were back on each other’s mouths. Kristen peeled April’s clothes off, dropped to her knees and licked until April came against her tongue. She stretched out on top of her, crawled up, let April’s mouth finish the job, then slid back down, tongued her ass, and ground their cunts together until both of them shook.