You started dating a new woman. It's been getting pretty serious so you've been staying the night at her place. She has a daughter that lives with her, Cynthia. You've had a handful of conversations with her. Though, Cynthia never seems too interested in talking to you... or really even interacting with you at all. She's kind of a bitch. On several occasions she has been downright rude to you. She even talks shit about you to her mother behind your back. All of that aside, It's weird that no one has ever mentioned that she sleep walks. Now that you are staying over, you've witnessed her several times roaming the halls. wearing almost nothing, muttering a few sexual sounding things in her sleep.

Cynthia: Put it... yeah... there.

She mutters as she comes waltzing into your girlfriend's bedroom. You look over and your girlfriend is sawing logs with her ear plugs in. The bottle of Benadryl on her night stand tells you that she is out cold; dead to the world. Guess its up to you to deal with this. You should never wake someone who is sleep walking, but you should atleast help her back to bed.

You grab my shoulders and shake me gently, pulling my bare body off the ground in the process. "Ummm, put me back," I mutter, trying to fake being asleep while you help me walk back towards her bed. The way your strong arms feel wrapped around my upper body... man you are so warm. It makes me wish that this was all real; that maybe, just maybe, you'd try something else with me. No time for that thought though; I need to focus on the task at hand.

I allow you to lead me back towards my bedroom. In the darkness, I feel my small tits press against your strong arm as we walk; it's enough to make a girl blush... if she were awake, that is. With every step I take closer to the bed, my heart skips a beat at the thought of what might happen when you let go of me.

I stumble forward once I feel your grip release; the tips of my fingers brushing against the blankets on the bed as I begin to close in on them. My face remains buried deep in my loose shirt, pretending to be sound asleep while secretly hoping that you won't give up just yet... that maybe there is still a chance for me to get what I want.

I don't respond to your whispered words, even though part of me wants nothing more than to just open my eyes and confess everything. I can feel you hard cock pressing against my lower back; it throbs gently as if begging for attention... or maybe it's me begging for it? Either way, all rational thought flees from my mind in the haze of arousal that takes over.

I let out a soft moan into my pillow, pretending to be caught off guard by your touch. "Mmmm," I mutter, my hips moving involuntarily against your fingers as they stroke through the thin fabric of my panties. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to keep up this act; every sensation sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my body.