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Rainy Days.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg, Cons, Pedo, Oral)

Story Intro:
Jim is a rare breed of man... When he acts in a chivalrous manner, he has no idea how his simple act of kindness will be repaid... with interest!

Rainy Days:

Jim strode along the rain slick pavement with a bounce in his step, weaving in and out of the other pedestrians as they tried to keep dry under their umbrellas. He couldn't believe the phone call he had received that morning, out of the blue. His dad was getting married to a woman half his age, the lucky bugger.
"I want you to come home and meet her Jim," he had said during the call, almost timidly, as if he wanted approval for what he was doing.

So Jim was striding through town as the rain poured down, looking for something he could bring with him as a gift, a little present to show that he was ok with it. As he passed a bookshop he noticed a young girl who had obviously been caught out in the rain. She looked forlorn and bedraggled, her long hair was wet and stringy and her pale green T-shirt and light-blue denim jeans showed large damp patches spattered all over. She huddled in the slight protection of the doorway as she looked up at the cloudy sky, apparently waiting for the rain to stop.

Jim felt a burst of chivalry fill him and stopped. "Here," he said softly to the girl as he offered her his umbrella with a smile, "you look like you could use this."
The girl took the umbrella with a perplexed smile and a soft and shy, "Thank you," as Jim grinned and then strode on up the street.
Despite feeling wet and chilled when he got back to his car, Jim felt really good about what he had done... until he realised he had completely forgotten the gift!

"Hallooo..." Jim called out as he opened the side door to his dad's house and took a step in, "Dad?"

"Jim..." his dad, Greg, called out from the lounge, "come on in... I want you to meet Jessica."

Jim followed Greg's voice into the lounge to find a woman stood at the end of the sofa beside his father.

"Jim," Greg said with a tentative smile, "this is Jessica," he then indicated the woman stood next to him.

To Jim, the two of them together looked like the classic image of a man going through a mid-life crisis and his new, younger wife. Jim's dad was nearing his fortieth birthday and had greying hair, although it was obvious that he was keeping himself fit. While Jessica looked to be only a few years older than Jim's nineteen-years, maybe only twenty or twenty-one, and was dressed in jeans and a loose sweatshirt. She had mousy-brown hair kept in a single ponytail, and smiled as she stepped forward and greeted him nervously.

"Hello Jim," she said anxious to make a good impression, "it's nice to finally meet you."

"You're all wet," Greg suddenly commented as he noticed Jim's sodden shirt and hair.

"Yeah," Jim smiled self-depreciatingly, well it is raining out there you know." Jessica chuckled and his dad smiled and then Jim continued asking, "Can I use your bathroom to dry off?"

"Sure," Greg smiled, "you know where it is, but you'll have to wait for Kate to finish first."

"Kate?" Jim asked, curious who else was in the house with them. Had Jessica brought her mother with her?

"Kate's my little sister," Jessica explained with a smile, "I'm looking after her while our parents are on holiday."

"Ahhh..." Jim nodded and wondered, for a brief moment, if she would look as nice as Jessica, but quickly dismissed the idea as being too weird... dating the sister of your stepmother would be just too strange.

At that moment a high, lilting voice interrupted Jim's thoughts with, "Hi, you must be Jim, I'm Kate."

Jim turned and stared in stunned silence... It was the umbrella girl. She looked about ten-years-old and was about four-foot-tall. She had long lustrous brown hair, that had obviously just been brushed dry, flowing loose over her shoulders, a pretty, delicate face with small circular wire-rimmed glasses over her liquid brown eyes. Her small nose and full smiling lips made her face a beautiful picture. She was still wearing the pale green T-shirt and light-blue denim jeans and Jim noticed that they were hugging her slender body nicely.

"... for the umbrella," Kate said with an animated smile, "I left it in the car if you want it back."

Jim realised that he was staring and had missed some of what she had said. Quickly he smiled and replied, "No, that's ok you can return it later."

"So you were the knight in shining armour?" Jessica asked with a smile. "Kate told me about the handsome man..."

"Jessi!" Kate interrupted with a glare.

"... who had given her his umbrella," Jessica continued unperturbed.

"Yeah," Jim smiled bashfully, she thought he was handsome?

After drying off in the bathroom, Jim spent the rest of the day chatting amiably with the three of them, talking about his studies at college, Kate's school and what Jessica and his dad were planning for the wedding.

When Jim finally got back to his student accommodation he felt tired and a little over-warm but he had a report to write, so he sat at his desk, opened his books and began to work. He worked at his report, growing ever more tired, but he would not let himself rest until it was gone midnight, when he finally put down his pens and crawled into bed.

The strident chime of the doorbell awoke Jim from his fitful slumber as it clanged through his brain. He opened his gummy eyes and found himself wrapped within his blankets and yet still feeling chilled and aching. He considered ignoring whoever it might be, but the repeated clamouring of the bell drove that idea from his mind and stirred him to finally climb from his bed.
As he was dressed only in a T-shirt and boxers, he grabbed his robe as he shambled past it and struggled to put it on as he shuffled from his bedroom across his front room towards the front door. The doorbell rang stridently once again as he slowly walked the seeming acres of open space that was the short distance from bedroom to front door and he called aloud, albeit hoarsely, "I'm coming!" and then suddenly, from nowhere, a sneeze exploded from his body, "A-TCHOO!"

He scrabbled in his robe pockets for a tissue as he unlocked the front door and opened it, feeling exhausted by his short walk, and was surprised by who stood before him.

"Hi Jim," Kate said brightly with a broad grin. "I've brought your umbrella back."

Jim stared at her for a long moment as his sluggish brain tried to make sense of who, what and why. Her long brown hair was held in a single ponytail by a white scrunchie and she was wearing a dark blue T-shirt and a dark denim skirt that stopped just above her knees.

"Your umbrella," she said again, looking perplexed at Jim's behaviour, as she held the rolled-up umbrella out for him to take. She then noticed his pale and sweaty face and the tissue in his hand.

"Righ'... Thanks... You'd better come in," Jim mumbled as he gestured for her to enter and turned back to shuffle across the front room to the kitchen area.

Kate entered the small apartment wondering what could be wrong with him and quickly glanced around at the mess. The front room contained a small two-seater couch and a TV, and she could see the small bedroom through an open door in the back wall. A clatter of spoons told her that Jim was in the small kitchenette and she followed him in there.

"You wan' a drink or somethin'?" he asked her as he flicked on the kettle and got a sachet of Lemsip cold remedy from the cupboard.

"You should be in bed," Kate said imperiously, "you're obviously sick and need someone to look after you!"

Jim's mind felt fuzzy and his joints and muscles ached like he had been running all night. He felt like he was freezing and was sure that Kate was right about being sick. "I will... I will," he nodded at her as he poured the contents of the sachet into his mug, "as soon as the kettle's boiled and I've made my drink, I'll go back to bed."

Kate was not satisfied by Jim's answer, she was sure she knew how to look after someone properly. "You get off to bed now," she commanded, "and I'll bring this in to you when it's ready."

The phrase and tone of Kate's command was so similar to his mother's that Jim automatically complied. He shuffled from the kitchenette back to his bedroom and simply collapsed onto his bed into a miserable, shivering heap.

Kate looked into the mug Jim had been preparing, she didn't know what was in the yellow powder, but she knew that it couldn't be good enough for her Jim. She quickly searched through all the bottom cupboards. Finding nothing remotely like medicine, she climbed up onto the countertop and searched through the top cupboards. Near the back of the last cupboard in the row, she found a dusty bottle of cough medicine and with a grin of triumph she wrenched off the stuck top and poured a generous dollop into Jim's mug. She carefully added the boiled water and stirred the muddy brown brew, adding a couple of spoonfuls of sugar for good measure.

"Here you go," Kate announced cheerfully as she carefully carried the mug into Jim's bedroom, avoiding the discarded clothing on the floor, to put it onto his bedside table. "Drink it up now, so it'll make you better again."

Jim opened his bleary eyes and looked at Kate and then the mug before levering himself up and grasping the hot mug in both hands. He took a gulp of the drink and wondered what it could be. It tasted odd, more medicine than a Lemsip usually tasted, but not too bad.

"Drink it," Kate encouraged him, "it's good for you."

Unable to think straight, Jim gulped down the mug's contents before returning it to the bedside table. "Thank you Kate," he mumbled as he slumped back on his bed, "you'd better be off home..."

Kate knew that she couldn't just leave him when he was sick and needed nursing back to health. She also knew that Jessi wouldn't miss her for a few hours yet. With a smile, she decided to stay and look after him.
She shook her head and tutted to herself as she looked at the state of him. He was lying on top of his bed covers still dressed in his robe and he appeared to be shivering. She undid the belt and opened his robe before trying to tug it off his body.
"Oh, c'mon Jim," she groaned in frustration as she struggled to pull the robe out from under his body. "You gotta get into bed so you can get better!"
Unexpectedly, Jim rolled over onto his front, freeing his robe enough so that Kate could pull it down his arms and off. She dropped the robe onto the floor and then tugged the side of the duvet he wasn't on down the bed as far as it would go. She then rolled him over to that side and pulled the duvet down as far as she could on that side.

She rolled Jim back and forth, from one side to the other, moving the duvet down in small increments until it was piled at the foot of the bed and she knelt panting at the side.
"You're too heavy Jim," she complained briefly as she looked at his sleeping face. As she pulled the duvet up the bed and over him, Jim rolled onto his back with a soft moan and Kate stopped in surprise. Out from the fly of his boxers there flopped the pale, fat, fleshy worm of Jim's 'thing'. After staring at it resting there for a moment, Kate pulled the duvet the rest of the way up to his chin and stepped back.

She searched through the cupboards in the kitchenette desultorily, unable to really concentrate on what she was looking for, the image of the first live 'thing' she had ever seen kept popping up in her mind and distracting her. Did she dare to go and take another peek?

She crept back into Jim's bedroom and up to the side of his bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. The duvet was thrown to one side and Jim was on his back, breathing deeply and evenly. Kate looked at the fly of his boxers, but was disappointed to see that everything was hidden away again. Did she dare to...

Feeling a strong flutter of nervous excitement deep in her tummy, Kate hesitantly reached over him and edged her hand into the flap of his boxers. She gingerly searched, her fingers feeling wiry, coarse hairs, until she finally found the soft flesh she was looking for. Carefully, she pulled the soft little worm out into the open and looked at it held in her hand. It looked so funny with its loose skin and strange, baggy tip. She used her other hand to gently stroke the soft skin and lightly squeeze the spongy flesh inside.

"Mmmm..." Jim moaned quietly and moved his head to one side.

As he moaned, Kate froze still with her heart hammering in her chest, waiting for him to wake and tell her off for what she was doing. Slowly she relaxed, happy that he hadn't woken up, and realised that she was still holding his 'thing', and it was growing warmer and firmer in her hand!
She continued to hold, stroke and gently squeeze it and marvelled at how it grew harder and longer. As it grew, she could feel the spongy interior slide within the loose outer skin and felt a shiver of excitement run through her body as the dark purple head poked its way out of the loose skin at the tip.

"Ooh, Kate..." Jim moaned softly.

Kate snatched her had away panic-stricken, and quickly looked at Jim, ready to apologise or excuse her behaviour somehow. She was surprised to see that his eyes were still closed and he still looked to be asleep. "Jim," she called softly to him, "are you awake?"

"Kate..." he softly replied, "you are so beautiful."

Kate blushed at his praise but also realised he must be dreaming. Dreaming of her. And he had called her beautiful. She looked back at his 'thing' and was amazed to see it standing proud, straight up from his boxers. It was no longer the funny-looking, fat little worm. Now it looked strong and hard and a good six inches long.

She gently grasped the shaft and was surprised by how hot and hard it felt as she gently stroked her hand up and down its length. As her fingers ran over the underside near the tip she felt it throb and heard Jim groan.
"Have I hurt him?" she asked herself. Tentatively, she rubbed the same spot again and felt it throb as Jim moaned again. This time she was sure, it was a moan of pleasure, he liked it when that part of his 'thing' was rubbed.

Kate felt adventurous and excited as she circled her fingers around his shaft, just under the tip, and slowly rubbed her hand up and down over that sensitive spot, each time feeling it throb in response.

"Ooooh, Kate," Jim moaned again, "sooo good."

Kate felt pleased that she was making him feel good, she knew that feeling good was something that helped ill people get better, and was happy to carry on rubbing him.

"Please Kate," Jim mumbled in his dreams, "please suck it... make me cum."

Kate was shocked at what Jim had suggested. It sounded so nasty, to put his 'thing' in her mouth and suck it. As she thought about it, Kate felt a shiver of excitement thrill through her cunny, like when she rubbed herself. She knew it sounded nasty, but it sounded naughty and exciting too. Unsure what to do exactly, she leant over his body and hesitantly licked at the purple head. "Well it doesn't taste of anything," she thought to herself and ducked down to give it another lick. It still didn't taste of anything horrible to her, just a little salty. With only a moment's further hesitation, Kate leant closer, opened her mouth wide and slowly pushed the end of Jim's 'thing' between her lips, causing him to gasp softly.

At the sound of Jim's gasp, Kate pushed her lips further down over the purple head. She felt the spongy end of Jim's 'thing' slowly invade her mouth and was surprised to find that she liked it. She pushed at it with her tongue and licked the hot, smooth head all over. Almost instinctively, she began to suck on it like a baby's dummy and felt another naughty shiver of excitement and a soft warm feeling in her cunny, even though she hadn't even touched herself.

She slowly pushed her mouth further down onto Jim's 'thing', sucking as much of it into the back of her mouth as she could, before pulling back up off of it until only the very tip remained between her lips. Kate was amazed how excited she felt as she sucked on Jim's 'thing'. Her cunny was tingling so much she couldn't help herself. She let go of his shaft and snaked her hand under her skirt to rub at her panties and her tingling cunny within. "Ooooo..." she moaned aloud at the hot feeling that spread from her rubbing fingers.

"Ooooh, Kate," Jim moaned again, "sooo good."

Kate pushed her mouth back down onto Jim's hot 'thing', as she sucked and licked at it vigorously. She knew from his moans and the way that he moved, that she was making him feel good and that made her cunny feel better as she rubbed at it, which made her groan.

"Oooh Kate," Jim groaned softly, "gonna cum!"

Kate had no idea what he meant, but she knew that she could feel his 'thing' throbbing on her tongue and that made her cunny throb harder as she rubbed it. Suddenly, she felt him thrust his hips up at her and heard him grunt as she felt a splurt of gooey slime fill her mouth. She pulled back in reaction, pulling her mouth off of his hard 'thing', and swallowed what was in her mouth causing another throb of tingling warmth to shiver through her cunny. Jim lifted his hips again as another squirt of something jetted from the tip of his 'thing' to hit Kate on her face and glasses. She watched each squirt until there was nothing more coming out and Jim's 'thing' was shrinking and going soft.

"Wow..." Kate sighed softly, amazed by the amount of stuff that had squirted out of his 'thing'. She carefully removed her glasses and looked at the splatters of the off-white stuff that clung to them in sticky blobs and strands. "You sure make a mess Jim," she chuckled as she looked for a tissue, or something to wipe her glasses with. When she didn't find anything, she shrugged, she'd already swallowed a mouthful of it, and licked them clean.

"Kate, that was amazing!" Jim said aloud clearly.

Startled, Kate looked up at Jim to see him grinning back at her with his eyes wide open.

"That was the best ever," he grinned as he clambered from the bed and gently pushed her back onto it, "now it's your turn."
Jim slipped his hands up Kate's smooth legs and under her skirt to grab the waistband of her panties and pulled them down in one swift motion.

"No... you mustn't," Kate yelped, freed from her shocked immobility by Jim's actions.

Jim spread Kate's legs apart and knelt between them before he flipped her skirt up above her waist and then stopped and stared. He could clearly see that her plump, bald pussy lips bulging on either side of her deep, tight slit were glistening with the oily juices of her arousal.
"It's only fair," he said softly, as he stared at her lewdly exposed pussy, "you sucked me, so now I'm gonna suck you."

"But it's dirty..." Kate protested feebly.

"No, it's not," Jim replied softly as he slowly reached forward to lightly stroke what he was staring at, "it's pink and soft and beautiful." He lightly trailed his fingers over the wet, silky smooth skin of Kate's drooling pussy, causing an obvious shiver to run through her body.
"It's sooo hot," he whispered as he softly stroked it, "and wet."

Kate knew she was being very naughty letting Jim touch her cunny, but his fingers felt so good as they sent delicious tingles radiating out through her body. She felt his touch get firmer as he slid his fingers up and down her cunny slit, each time sliding it just a little deeper.

Jim slipped his sliding finger between the hot, firm lips of Kate's pussy and smeared her leaking juices up to her hidden clit and began to rub around it, causing Kate to gasp aloud.

"Ooooh!" Kate groaned involuntarily, the feelings that Jim was causing in her cunny were stronger than anything she had ever felt before. He rubbed harder at the top of her cunny and she was forced to groan again at the wonderful feelings building inside her tummy.

Jim finally leant closer to the juncture of Kate's widespread thighs and inhaled the heady scent of her arousal. He licked at her slit, from the base to the top in one firm swipe and then paused as Kate squeaked with a mix of surprise and delight before he tucked his hands under her firm bum and lapped at her slit again.

Kate couldn't believe how different Jim's tongue felt to his finger, it was hot, wet and squishy, but it did feel good, even better than his rubbing.

Jim lapped over and around Kate's fleshy labia and sucked briefly on them before he moved up to her tiny clit. He circled the hard little nubbin with the tip of his tongue, causing her to pant and gasp with delight and then pushed his mouth down over the top of her slit firmly. He sucked hard, feeling the tiny nub of her clit expanding and enlarging between his lips until he could flick at it with the tip of his tongue.

Kate grabbed onto Jim's hair and held his head between her thighs as he licked at her cunny. She never wanted him to stop, she wanted Jim to lick and suck her cunny forever. Unbidden, she felt her hips thrust up at Jim's mouth as she felt sparking jolts of pure pleasure shoot through her groin. She yelped with delight, as each one seemed to add to the building pressure of pleasure and need that she could feel filling her belly.

Jim lapped and probed his tongue at Kate's dribbling hole before he latched his lips around the top of her pussy once more. He could feel her buttocks quivering in his hands as she strained against his mouth. Again he sucked hard at her clit before flicking at the tip with his tongue.

Kate suddenly stiffened and thrust up hard as she felt the jolts and flashes joining up within her in a way that totally wonderful. She felt the pleasure grow larger and stronger until suddenly she exploded with stunning white-hot pleasure jolting out to every corner of her being.

Jim gently lapped at the orgasmic juices that dribbled from Kate's enflamed labia and felt an overriding desire to have this dream girl fully.

"Oh wow..." Kate sighed breathlessly as she languished in the afterglow of the best orgasm she had ever felt, better than anything she had ever managed for herself, "that was amazing!"

Jim quickly climbed off of the bed and stood at the edge pulling Kate closer to him, bringing her oozing wet pussy close to his rampant cock. He swiped the bulbous head of it along and through her sopping slit, smearing her sexy wetness all over the head of his cock, and then poised it against the base of her sex. He firmly pushed against the tight entrance of her pussy, forcing the plump bald lips out and around his invading shaft as the head of his dick suddenly popped in, tearing through her hymen.

"Ow!!" Kate yelped at the sharp pain she felt in her cunny. "Stoppit!!"

"It's soo tight and hot," Jim moaned aloud before adding to Kate, "It'll feel better soon... I promise." He held his cock still where it was embedded in Kate's gripping entrance and softly stroked his fingertips over her exposed flesh. He slid his hand up under her T-shirt and began to gently play with her small nipples, rubbing them and tweaking them between finger and thumb. He lightly stroked his other hand over her mons and then rubbed at her distended clit with the pad of his thumb.

"Hmmm..." Kate moaned softly, "that's nice." The rubbing and playing with her nippies and cunny were making the tight, painfully stretched feeling in her cunny ease away.

When Kate was smiling and cooing again, Jim slowly pushed his hard shaft deeper into the tight velvet grip of her vaginal sheath. "Oooh, so good!" Jim moaned as he slid deeper.

"Oooh..." Kate moaned and gripped the bed sheets hard, as her cunny felt full and stretched to the point of pain.

Jim held still inside Kate once more, allowing her to adjust to his cock. He continued to rub and play with her clit using his thumb, until she relaxed her tight grip on the sheets, and the equally tight grip on his impaling shaft loosened. Slowly, he pulled back, easing his hard cock from her tight pussy coated with her slick juices and then smoothly pushed back in, slightly deeper than before.

Kate was surprised and astonished, but also jubilant. Jim was actually 'doing it' with her, and it felt ok. It had hurt a lot at first, but as he played with her cunny, she felt the tingling warmth return, and the feeling of his 'thing' sliding in and out of her was like nothing she had ever felt before. It felt very strange, but also very nice.

Jim eased his cock in and out of Kate's still tight but very wet sheath, building up to a smooth even rhythm as he fucked her.

"Oooh Jim," Kate groaned with growing pleasure, "that feels so good!" and wrapped her legs around his thrusting waist, trying to pull him against her harder and deeper.

Jim thrust deep into his little dream lover, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts until they could both clearly hear the sticky slap, slap, slap of their groins meeting repeatedly.

"Oh... Jim... Oooh... Nggg..." Kate babbled and moaned in time to Jim's powerful thrusting, the pleasure within her growing steadily bigger and stronger with each sliding pump of Jim's stiff 'thing' in her cunny. Sending rippling waves of pleasure spreading out from her cunny and making her wriggle her hips in delight and groan, "Ooooh!"

Jim watched where his hard cock invaded Kate's small pussy as he pumped in and out of her tight, hot embrace. He looked at where their bodies fit together, her plump labia stretched tightly around his hard shaft as he pulled out and then plunged smoothly back in, and grinned triumphantly.

Kate was lost in her own world of pleasure. She could never have guessed that 'doing it' would feel so good. She felt Jim pumping his hard 'thing' in and out of her hot cunny, pumping up her pleasure with one ripple after another, making her groan with delight. She knew something bigger and better than anything she had felt so far was building up, and she wanted it so much. "Harder!" she moaned at him as she squirmed and thrashed about under him, "Faster!"

Jim fucked in and out of her tight, wet sheath, faster and harder as she moaned and groaned with pleasure.

With a shrill keening, Kate exploded and came hard. She pulled Jim hard against her with her heels on his thighs, shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm ripped through her tender body in searing waves of ecstatic pleasure.

Jim felt Kate's climax as her tight inner muscles spasmed on his shaft, driving him over the edge into a powerful climax of his own. He felt his balls tighten and his burning seed sear its way up his shaft to come blasting out in jet after scalding jet, deep into Kate's immature womb. With an explosive sigh Jim then collapsed over Kate, falling to her side, breading hard and deep.

Kate was panting hard as she lay beside Jim, amazed by what had just happened to her as she felt their combined fluids leak sloppily from her tender cunny. "Sex..." she whispered astounded to herself, "we just had Sex for real!"

The weight of Jim's arm where it rested on her chest was beginning to bother Kate. She pushed it up and off of her as she rolled away from Jim and then off the bed.
"Eeew!" she mewled as she felt her cunny leak some more of Jim's gooey slime and quickly cupped her hand over it as she waddled swiftly to the small bathroom.
When she had cleaned herself up Kate returned to the bedroom to see Jim still lying on the bed in the same place, lightly snoring. "I guess doing 'it' while you're ill makes you sleepy," she chuckled softly.
She yanked her crumpled panties from under Jim's thigh and pulled them on, snuggling them up her hips and against her still-flushed cunny, before pecking Jim on the cheek and smiling, "See you later Jim." Quietly, she crept from the room and out of the apartment, closing the door behind her.

Jim arrived at his father's house the following day in buoyant good spirits. "Hallooo..." he called out as he strode into the house and on into the lounge area.

"Hi Jim," Kate greeted him happily from where she sat on the sofa beside her sister. She grinned up at him but also blushed bashfully as she remembered what they had done together the day before.

"Hi Kate," Jim grinned back at her, "I don't know what you put in that drink yesterday, but it cleared my cold right up."

"Drink?" both Jessica and Greg, asked together, "What drink?"

"The drink she made for me yesterday," Jim continued, grinning as he explained, "Kate was kind enough to return my umbrella, but I had a stinking cold from getting soaked. She made me a strong Lemsip drink, or something, which knocked me right out. I didn't wake up until late this morning..."

"This morning?" Kate interrupted incredulously. Didn't he remember her licking his 'thing', or him licking her cunny, or having sex with her?

"Yeah this morning," Jim continued with a smile and a far-away look, "but I had some of the weirdest, most vivid dreams I've ever had." He then grinned at Kate again and asked, "Can you look after me again the next time I get a cold?"

"Ok," Kate grinned joyfully in reply, "as long as you look after me in the same way when I'm sick!"

"You've got a deal!" Jim smiled in agreement and shook her hand to seal the deal. As he did, he remembered the vivid dreams he'd had... the dreams of Kate... where he had licked her pussy and then fucked her... they had just been dreams... hadn't they?

Author's Note:
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