Settling into a fantasy, Christine removed her hands from her privates, and pretended to be casually resting on top of her sheets with her eyes closed. She imagined that Alan had snuck into her bedroom and was gently tapping her on her hip to get her attention.

"Christine? Christine? You awake?" She still held the vibrating egg in one hand, and used it to tap against her hip, imagining its buzz was the touch of his fingers.

She tossed and turned a bit, pretending to be half-asleep. In her mind, she imagined saying drowsily, "Mmmm. Alan. Is that you?"

"Yes, it’s me. I was able to sneak into your house without your parents knowing. I’ve come here to confess."

"Confess?" She still didn’t open her eyes, but she imagined that she did.

Her dream-Alan looked down on her. "Yes. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry about everything. I thought about what you said, and I realized I was all wrong about this whole crazy harem thing. I talked to all my other women, and basically told them to jump in a lake. I told them that the only woman I need is you!"

She pretended to wake up some more. "That’s nice. That’s very good news. But should you be in here, with me, alone? Look at me. I’m only wearing this frilly see-through piece of nothing, and even that has fallen most of the way off. My breasts and... well, everything... I’m totally exposed!"

She brought her hands and arms to her privates, protecting them from her pretend visitor. But in fact, she only brought them near her nipples and pussy. She smiled, imagining him ogling her.

She pretended that his hand was still on her hip, starting to stroke her skin. She ran the egg wherever she imagined his hand went, which was mostly up and down her hip and leg. "It doesn’t matter," the dream-Alan said. "You see, I realized that I was wrong about something else too. You are obviously ready to lose your virginity. And now that we’re going to be together, and I was able to sneak into your bedroom, what better time could there be to make love?"

She giggled in her fantasy and out loud, too. "Oh, Alan. You naughty boy! You think you can just sneak in here any old time and have your way with me? Is that what you think, that you’re going to plunder my body, take my virginity, and fill me up with your huge cock, making me scream your name at the top of my lungs as I cry out in total ecstasy?"

She was growing increasingly aroused, and found herself panting instead of breathing. Her dream lover responded, "That’s exactly what I think. Except for the part about you screaming my name. Not tonight, at least. You’re going to have to keep quiet so your parents won’t hear. Maybe if I slip my dick in your mouth, that’ll stop you from screaming."

She giggled. "You naughty, naughty boy! That’s so WRONG! You wouldn’t really do that, would you?"

"Just watch me." Her hand that held the egg moved up to her left breast (the one nicknamed Betty). She pretended that he was playing with her nipple by running the buzzing Blue Bomber all around it. Meanwhile, she picked up the much bigger dildo, Mr. Plummer, and skimmed it over her skin, slowing dragging it up towards her face.

Her dream lover said, "Now that I’ve given up all my other lovers, you belong to me. You’ll need to do what all of them were doing to me, combined. That means you’re going to have my dick in your mouth a LOT! Every day! My sexual desires are insatiable. I’m going to keep you so well-fucked that you’ll barely be able to walk!"

"Oh! Alan! You brute! You sexy, studly brute! But not in the mouth, please. I’ve never done that before."

"There’s a first time for everything."

Dropping the fantasy, she thought, He’s right. It’s undeniable that he’s very virile, with great sexual needs. If I’m going to keep up with him, it’s a MUST that I learn how to pleasure him orally. And that starts now!

She brought Mr. Plummer up to her mouth and slid it between her lips. The plastic taste reminded her that she was only touching a toy after all, and that momentarily jostled her out of her fantasy. But she was in such a lusty mood that she soon got over that. Before long, it felt like it actually was his erection sliding into her mouth.

Mmmm! Aaaah! "How do you like that, Alan? Is that good for you? Don’t give up on me yet; I’m just getting started." Damn, it’s unnatural to have my mouth crammed this full. It’s a struggle to breathe through my nose. Damn!

She was feeling emboldened, but she was having trouble with just how big it was. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the head of the dildo. Jesus H. Christ! Is his dick really this thick? It didn’t seem so daunting until I put it in my mouth. I’ve seen the real thing with my own eyes, and even felt it against my ass and pussy. Hmmm.

She rolled over and held the dildo against her ass crack, trying to compare it to how Alan’s had felt when he pressed up against her. Unsatisfied, she knelt instead, rubbing it between her legs, then lay back down.

Dammit, I can’t be sure. It kinda feels the same, but geez, it’s totally different than the real thing. Taking it in my mouth makes it seem much, much bigger! I can barely even get my lips around it, and my jaw’s starting to ache already. How am I supposed to keep this in my mouth for a prolonged period of time?!

I’m gonna have to ask Amy about that. She talks about sucking him like it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. I’m sure she knows all the tricks.

No, I couldn’t ask. It’s too personal. But I need to know! Damn you, Alan, why can’t you have a normal penis like everybody else?!

She slowly slid Mr. Plummer in and out of her mouth, and resumed imagining Alan sitting on her chest and thrusting in and out with his hips. Despite her mental protests, she found the act of sucking the dildo to be extremely arousing, even if it didn’t taste like much. She had a vivid imagination, and to her it really did feel like he was there with her.

But her jaw was having trouble dealing with the thick intrusion, so she pretended that he wanted to move quickly to the main event. "There will be more time for that later, Christine. A lot more time. But now it’s time to make you a woman! MY woman!"

She dragged the Mr. Plummer dildo back down her body, but it lingered between her breasts. Let’s see about "titfucks." What a lewd name. Amy goes on and on about how great they are too.

She experimentally pushed her huge orbs together and trapped it between them. She tried sliding it through her cleavage a few times, but she didn’t really like it. Eww. Kind of gross. All that saliva is getting on my boobs, and it’s still not enough lubrication. Maybe it’s like when he’s sucking my nipples: it’s gotta be the real thing to give me the real zing.

So she continued to slide Mr. Plummer down her firm and taut belly, while the egg went back to vibrating over her fully engorged clit.

She’d worked herself up to a lather of excitement by this time, and was right on the edge of a climax as she started to explore her pussy lips with Mr. Plummer, while continuing to work the egg on her clit.

"Oh, Alan! Please! Don’t tease me like that. If you’re gonna stick it in, please do. Stick it in!"

"Okay, I will. But before I do, I just want you to know, I love you and only you. I was just playing around with those other girls. Even Amy, she’s really just a friend. You’re the only one I want or need. I love you!"

"I love you too! Make love to me!" She was so far gone that she didn’t realize she had actually said this out loud, and quite loudly too.

Mr. Plummer was getting wetter as she bathed it in her pussy juices. But as she started to slide it into her slit, her insecurities and fears returned. She was afraid to force her pussy lips wide with the dildo, afraid it wouldn’t fit, and afraid of rupturing her hymen. How would I explain THAT?! "Gee, Mom, I popped my cherry with my Mr. Plummer dildo!"

"ARRGGH!" she tossed and turned in frustration. She wanted to plunge Mr. Plummer into her pussy very badly, but she didn’t dare. "Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" I’m never going to feel TRUE satisfaction until he takes my virginity! And for all my fantasizing, I’m not even close to being mentally ready for that! I can’t even imagine how great it’ll feel when he finally plunges in deep!

Her future with Alan was still very much up in the air. The exact nature of her relationship with him remained a big question mark, and the "harem" issue was even more problematic. But even so, she took it as a given that he would be the one to take her virginity. Olga was right that Christine was an "all or nothing" kind of person, and fiercely loyal. In Christine’s mind, it was Alan or no one.

She continued to rub the big dildo over the entrance to her vagina, which gave her some pleasure, but it wasn’t quite enough to push her over the edge, even with the vibrating egg helping out.

Just then, there was a knock on her door. Olga called, "Chrissy? Honey? Are you okay in there? I heard some screaming."

Dammit! What now?! But Christine replied, "Um, I’m fine, Mom. I’m just, uh, waking up from a bad nightmare."

"Oh. Well, do you want me to come in there? Is there anything you need? Your door seems to be locked. That’s odd. I imagine you’re still traumatized by the fight. Do you want to talk about it some more?"

Christine looked at the cum-soaked Mr. Plummer in one hand, and the equally cum-soaked Blue Bomber in the other, then quickly stuffed them both under her pillow. She thought, The fight? I’m so over that. I’m traumatized by Alan still not having taken my virginity!

She quietly chuckled at that exaggeration. She tried to hide the guilt from her voice as she replied, "Um, no... Uh, yeah. It’s the, uh, fight. But we talked about that plenty already. I’ll be okay."

"Are you sure? You know I’m here for you."

"No. I’m, uh, cool."

"Would you like me to make you some hot chocolate? I know how much you like that when you can’t sleep."

Talk about a major buzz kill! Mom, just let me be! "No, I’m fine. I just want to get back to sleep."

After some more small talk through the door, Christine finally got Olga to leave. But by then, her arousal had completely dissipated. Garraghh! Raarraggh! How frustrated can you get?! I seem to be cursed. Just when Alan was going to take my virginity, too. Well, in my dreams, at least.

On the plus side, all my sexual frustration seems to be pushing the fight out of my mind. For a second there, I was thinking: "What fight is she talking about?"

She brought Mr. Plummer back out from under her pillow and placed it against her pussy lips again, except now she was more curious than aroused by doing so.

I don’t get it. I mean, obviously women have sex every day, so it has to be very possible for that thing to fit into my tight slit, and of course babies come out of that same small hole. But childbirth is extremely painful. How is it that fucking can be pleasurable? Taking this big stick and fitting it in there sounds like it would be about as much fun as taking my lower lip and pulling it over my head. I don’t get it.

Why does his penis have to be so thick and long? It was bad enough trying to fit Mr. Plummer in my mouth. I need to practice or something. That’s another thing I wish I could ask Amy, if I wasn’t so shy about this stuff: how does she fit it in this hole, or any hole for that matter? Most importantly, how does she make it pleasurable?!

But then she remembered the feel of Alan’s erection pressing against her earlier in the evening, and tingled all over from just thinking about it. Deep down, she knew having sex with him would be very pleasurable indeed, even though she still remained fearful of it.

Still, she knew she couldn’t revive the spirit of her erotic fantasy, so she shoved her toys and nightie in her bag, hid it back inside Diana, then zipped the animal closed and returned it to the closet. Rather than pull on a sleepshirt as she usually did, she decided to sleep in the nude. She’d been doing that on a regular basis lately, so was growing accustomed to it.

She slid under the covers naked, feeling sexy and sinful. She tried to sleep, but lingering arousal, and a goodly dose of frustration, kept her tossing and turning. So she lay there, idly fingered her privates while thinking about the difficulties of Alan and his harem.

On the positive side, he agreed to meet tomorrow. She growled with sudden passion, And if he doesn’t, I’m gonna kick his ass! I can’t wait! How am I going to sleep?! Romance and sex are too exciting for words!

But she immediately became mellow and dreamy again. I wonder what he’s gonna do to me. I just hope he doesn’t go on and on again about his "vow" to "protect me" from his rapacious charms. I know we’ve got some serious issues that need to be resolved, but for once in my life, I just wanna have fun!

He’s basically won me. I’ve let go of my dignity and succumbed to my desire for him, even though I know he has Amy and other lovers and I can’t do a damn thing about them. And now he’s got me totally hooked on him. Isn’t that good enough?! What more does he want? Why should HE complain?

Arrrrgh! It’s all so aggravating!

Her only saving grace was that her body was still exhausted from the fight and its aftermath. After more than an hour of a restless half-sleep, she finally drifted off.