Andy was over me, grunting, thrusting inside of me, and it felt so good! He was panting, hard and heavy. But… he paused and leaned towards me. Instead of kissing me, he demanded, right in my ear. “Will you stop that?”

Ugh, what? No! My mind reeled in confusion as the Andy on top of me faded abruptly away, and something nudged me sharply in the tummy! “You woke me up! Stop moaning!”

I pried my eyes open with difficulty, and could dimly see the outline of Andy in front of me. I was so confused; it had seemed so real. “Whut?”

Andy groaned, irritated, and his voice sounded… off. Like he was stressed or lying. “You were gyrating against me like a stripper! Rubbing your titties against my back and touching me!”

I was just awake enough to be offended, but not coherent. “I was having a good dream, I didn’t touch your titties! There’s nothing wrong with stripping!” I sulked, not fully awake, and shoved my face into the pillow. “Not gyrating!” I added a final retort, feeling slightly better.

I heard and felt Andy shifting to face me. I could feel his breath, it was warm and moist on my mouth. “What were you dreaming about?”

Still not quite awake, I responded without thinking. “Fucking! And it was great, and you weren’t complaining. Well, at least at first…”

Andy didn’t respond right away. When he did, it was quietly, and he still sounded a little strained. “I wouldn’t ever complain about that; it was just a dream. You’re amazing in bed. You have a fucking hot body, too.”

Instinctively responding to the lowering of his voice, so velvety, I scooched closer. “You like it?”

Andy chuckled, again, in a deep, sensual tone. “I can’t stop thinking about it. You have a hot, tight, little pussy. It felt so good…”

I felt Andy’s hand dive below the sheet to find my waist, where my slutty sleep shirt was cropped away. He massaged little circles into the skin with his thumb, and his touch felt electric. Instantly, I was consumed with the need for more contact. I wanted Andy to take me, penetrate me. The urge rushed through my body, and I actually trembled with the force of it.

Andy carefully moved his hand, feeling for my face, and cupped it gingerly in the dark. “Are you ok? Need more blanket?”

I shook my head a little as reason partially surfaced. “No. I want you, but I don’t want you to be sad. I don’t remember being with anyone else, ever. And you’re miserable now, because you were with me.”

I felt Andy brushing his fingers through my hair, so it wasn’t in my face any longer. “It’s not you, at least it’s not... There’s nothing else we can do.”

I felt Andy feel down, along my shoulder and arm, until he had one of my hands in his. “I want you too.” He guided my hand above the sheet, to over top of his shorts, and I could feel his warm, steely erection under the thin cotton. I could even feel the damp spot where he must have leaked from anticipation. “See?”

Wordlessly, I grasped his length through the cloth, making him grunt. I squeezed gently, liking the feel of him as he throbbed in my hand. Perfect.

Like another weird dream, I moved my hand, slipping it through his waistband, groping in the dark. Feeling his coarse curls, his hot, hard desire, I shivered again, the need was so great. I had to have him; he was too flawless.

Deciding abruptly, and expecting a protest but getting none, I maneuvered so that I was above the sheet too, and then shimmied downwards, until I was level with Andy’s erection. I could feel and hear him shifting, pulling his shorts off. Without a second thought, I wrapped my lips around the crown of his cock.

Immediately, I could taste his precum where it flavored the head. I had to work solely on instinct, I didn’t know if I had ever given head to anyone before Andy, or if he had enjoyed the last time. I took the base in my hand and pulled back a bit as I applied a little pressure before taking in as much of him as I could.

I could hear Andy groan softly, and I felt his fingers in my hair. I started to work the part of his shaft I couldn’t fit in my mouth with my hand as I swallowed him again and again. I tried to listen to what made him make the most little happy-noises. He liked it when I went so far I started to gag, so I did it again. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

After what seemed like a short amount of time, Andy surprised me. “Stop, stop.” He spoke softly, and guided me back upwards with his hands.

I was terrified I had done something wrong, that he had changed his mind. He couldn’t, not now! I needed him! I needed to fuck!

But Andy just kissed me. It was rough, and passionate, as he gripped my chest with one hand and my face with the other. When he pulled away, I was completely awash in the moment. “I want you. Hold on.”

I heard Andy fumbling blindly in the dark room, presumably for a condom. It would have been easier to ask Kama to turn the lights on, but the darkness was more appropriate. For the first time, it felt like we were alone, even if we weren’t. It felt… intimate. While I was waiting, I hastily tugged off my pajamas and tossed them to the floor.

I heard Andy shuffling alongside me. “I, I got a rubber on.” He hesitated. “Is that ok?”

I reached for Andy’s face. He had such an angular jawline! “Yeah. How do you want it?”

Andy’s voice was deep, silky, and made me squirm with impatience. “How do you like it?” I felt him slide a long-fingered hand between my legs, and tense anticipation immediately balled in my abdomen.

I couldn’t concentrate, the moment I felt him touch me there. He was rubbing slow, gentle circles around my clit, and I felt like I would burst. “I don’t know!” I grabbed his shoulder tightly. “Just do it!”

Andy pulled his hand away, and I sighed from the loss of contact. “Ok, hold on.”

I spread my legs, lying on my back, so he could kneel between them. Abruptly, I felt him slide an entire finger in me, and I gasped with the deliciousness of it. “God!” For a moment, I felt him wiggling and rubbing me, and nothing else mattered.

But when Andy stopped to move above me, supporting himself on an arm, and I felt his breath on my collarbone, I knew something even better was coming. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him slip a hand between us. And then, yessss…

As soon as Andy’s cock was aligned properly, it slid easily in, I was so eager for him. I gripped tightly onto his back as he started pushing in and pulling out, stroking me where I wanted it, making my toes curl.

I was a little surprised when he leaned down and kissed me, but it added even more connection between us. We kissed sloppily, hungry for each other, panting and exchanging breath .It was just the two of us, there, up in the dark, and we were melded together, united.

Andy thrust unhurriedly, but went incredibly deep. He flicked his hips to rub his pubic bone against my clit, seemingly without even trying. His body was taut and hot against mine, and I worked my hips to meet his in rhythm. It felt magnificent; it felt natural.

Andy broke our kiss and increased our cadence noticeably. “Ah, fuck…” I felt the urgent need to go faster, to get off, building and gaining momentum. I had to make an effort not to tear up Andy’s back, but the drive, our shared vitality, was maddening!

Almost there, I was moaning and panting when Andy bit at my neck. I felt myself clench around him, it felt so erotic and savage. He groaned loudly into my shoulder, and his thrusts became incredibly intense, almost punishing.

My mouth and eyes popped open as I saw stars, felt his hot, sweaty body moving against mine, and pleasure clogged my every synapse. His masculine smell, the sound of his panting, I was flooded by Andy in our private obscurity, taken in the most primal way.

I was vaguely aware of Andy letting his full weight rest on me, kissing my cheek. For a while, we stayed like that. Still joined, sticky, gratified, and spent in the blackness of outer space.

Notes

Don't forget to give me positive reinforcement!

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On a serious note:

In Nazi Germany, there were many people who did nothing to support Hitler and the Nazis, but who did nothing to stop them, either. Inaction at a time of crisis is unacceptable. Learn from history and stand up for what is right every moment of every day. The time is NOW.

The FBI determined some months ago that hacking, originating from Russia, was having an influence on our electoral process. These hackers interfered with our presidential election through attempted and successful penetration of email and voter registration databases, among other systems. This created fear, uncertainty, and doubt about the safety of our electoral processes.

Computers tabulated the vast majority of the 129 million votes cast in the presidential election, and polls were wildly off. Did hackers manipulate the results by compromising voting equipment? Did other problems, glitches, or errors affect the outcome?

There's a simple, relatively inexpensive way to find out: audit the electronic results against the paper ballots used by about 75% of U.S. voters.

American democracy depends on public trust of our electoral process, and public trust requires a trustworthy process.

Please sign to demand that election officials double-check the electronic results by conducting a "risk-limiting" audit of the presidential election in every state that uses paper ballots.

Demand An Audit Of The 2016 Presidential Election

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Along similar lines:

As my arch-nemesis has also mentioned in her notes recently, there is a petition online to ask the electoral college to change their votes to reflect the will of the majority/popular vote. They certainly are allowed to do this, and even in states where they are not supposed to, they only need pay a fine. Additionally, in several key states ('won' by trump, including Pennsylvania), the validity of the electronic voting has recently been called into question.

Thus, it is the only just course of action to sign the following petition. It already has the support of well over 1% of the USA's population, which is record-breaking:

Electoral College: Make Hillary Clinton President on December 19, 2016