Multi-Orgasmic Box Set

When Dreams Come True-1

When Dreams Come True

Chapter One

When Karen awoke with a start and shot upright in bed, she realised her boyfriend of eleven months, Peter, was staring at her incredulously.

“What?” she said, defensively. She’d only just woken up, what could she have possibly done wrong? Stolen the duvet, maybe?

“You woke me up about five minutes ago. You were tossing and turning and you clobbered me on the back. You were also moaning and panting like you were having the best s*x of your life!”

As Peter’s words sank in, Karen suddenly became aware of the ache between her legs and the decidedly damp sensation in her crotch. She gasped, and the dream came back to her. God, that would explain her unconscious behaviour and the fact she’d woken up feeling as horny as f**k, then. She’d had a seriously sexy dream. Practically pornographic, actually.

She’d been… she gasped again as she remembered. Bloody hell—she’d been shagging two men at once! Thankfully, one of them had been Peter, so she didn’t have to lie to boost his ego. But the other man in her dream was a total surprise. It was Gabriel, Peter’s best friend. She didn’t even like the arrogant bastard, so it came as a total shock to her to discover that she’d dreamt about sleeping with him.

“Well?” Peter said, interrupting her reverie, his expression expectant. “Are you going to share with the class?”

“All right,” she replied with a frown, “no need to get shirty with me. I can’t help what I dream about, can I? Though you’re right, I was having some seriously fantastic sex.”

“Were you now?” His expression turned lecherous. “Pray, tell.”

“You might not like it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? That I wasn’t involved? Okay, come on. Who was it? George Clooney? David Beckham?”

“Ugh, no! Not David Beckham. Though I certainly wouldn’t say no to George.” She paused. “Actually, you were involved.”

“So why won’t I like it, then? What’s not to like about me and you having brilliant s*x?”

Karen figured the sooner she got the words out, the sooner the two of them could have a blazing row and get it over and done with. She was beginning to wish she’d kept her mouth shut. Or lied.

“You probably won’t like it because it wasn’t just you I was having s*x with.”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? So who was the other person in our threesome? Or was it more than three?”

He looked genuinely curious now, and Karen realised that perhaps he wouldn’t be mad about it, after all. About the threesome thing, anyway. She was pretty sure he’d kick off when he found out who the other man had been.

She shook her head. “No, it was just three. Me, you, and…” She had to force the word out, so horrified was she that she had to say it at all. “Gabriel.”

Peter’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. “Gabriel? But I thought you hated him? Oh God, it’s not one of those things where people pretend to hate other people when they’re actually madly in love with them? f**k, you’re not in love with my best mate, are you?” He ran a hand through his hair, and his expression was genuinely worried.

“Hell, no! I really and truly can’t stand the prick. No one is more surprised than me that I dreamt about him at all, never mind in that way. Anyway, I thought you’d be mad.”

“Mad about what? That you dreamt about having a threesome, or that it was with Gabriel?”

“Both.”

“No, why would I be mad about that? People can’t control their dreams. God, if I could, I’d make myself dream about hot ménages every damn night. So, am I to take it that you mean you’d actually like a threesome in real life? With Gabriel?”

“Not with Gabriel. But with someone I actually like. That’d be pretty hot.”

“Oh.” Peter looked disappointed.

“What? I thought you’d be happy that I’m not secretly holding a torch for your best friend.”

“No. I mean yes, I’m glad you’re not in love with him. But I wouldn’t mind if you shagged him—with me present, of course. You wouldn’t be the first girl we’ve shared.”

Now it was Karen’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Seriously? The two of you have shagged the same woman? At the same time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter laughed. “Well, it’s not exactly the sort of thing you tell a girlfriend, is it? ‘Meet my best friend Gabriel. We’ve had threesomes with girls before, so if you’re up for it, we are.’ I don’t think it’d go down too well, do you? But now you’ve expressed an interest…”

“In threesomes, not in him. Let’s give it some thought, eh? See if we think it’s something we’re interested in. And if so, who with.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Chapter Two

Over the next few days, though, Karen didn’t need to make herself think about it. It seemed her brain could barely concentrate on anything else. Flashes of the dream came back to her on a regular basis—having two pairs of hands roaming her eager body, two mouths kissing her, nibbling her, licking her. Best of all, two c***s for her to lick, suck and f**k. It was no wonder her unconscious imaginings had left her so flustered—that dream shag really had been the best s*x of her life. It wasn’t that Peter wasn’t good in bed—for all his faults, he really was—but having two men would be double the pleasure. Providing they were both skilled lays, that was. And, as much as she hated herself for even thinking it, she believed that Gabriel was indeed, a fantastic f**k.

All the times she’d been forced to socialise with Gabriel, he’d always had a companion. She said companion because none of them seemed to be around long enough to be classed as a girlfriend. Whatever they were, though, they were always deliriously happy. If Karen ever ended up alone with one of Gabriel’s victims and the chat turned to their respective men, they always had nothing but good things to say about him. He was charming, fun to be with, a good kisser, and phenomenal in the bedroom. Of course they totally turned all that information on its head when they were invariably ditched by the not-at-all angelic man in question. She’d overheard the insulting telephone calls and seen the vile text messages, calling him all the unpleasant names under the sun. Hell hath no fury and all that.

The information about Gabriel’s s****l prowess that Karen had been given, though, could not be unlearned. And it was this knowledge that seeped into her thoughts on a regular basis and made her think that perhaps it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing to have a threesome with him and Peter, after all. She didn’t have to talk to the bloke, or go on a date with him or anything like that. They’d just set it up so it was a very straightforward wham, bam, thank you ma’am type thing. But much more erotic and o****m-worthy.

The more she thought about it, the more she figured that was definitely the way to go. If Peter and Gabriel had shared a woman before and Peter was happy to do it again, then it had obviously worked out okay. So why not have a smoking hot ménage a trois and get it out of her system once and for all? Maybe then she’d stop thinking about how Gabriel’s body would feel pressed against hers, his c**k buried deep inside her p***y. He may be a complete and utter arsehole, but he was also as sexy as f**k. And now she’d screwed him senseless in the land of nod, it didn’t seem so much of a huge step to do it for real.

After another week, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer. She simply had to say something to Peter, otherwise she’d explode. To get him in the right sort of mood, she cooked him a lovely dinner and plied him with a glass or two of wine before bringing up the subject.

“So,” she said, smiling broadly, though not so much that he might think she wasn’t being serious, “you remember the conversation we had last week. About threesomes?”

A tiny frown line appeared between Peter’s eyebrows, then disappeared. “Yes, of course. Why, have you given it some more thought?”

Are you kidding? I’ve barely been able to think about anything else.

“Actually, I have. And I was thinking that if you’re still up for it, we could maybe ask Gabriel if he wants to be involved. Since you two have shared women before and your friendship is intact, then it obviously worked out okay. And because as a person I think the man is vile, there’s no risk to our relationship either, is there? The three of us will just have a jolly lovely time in the sack, and that will be the end of it.”

She sucked in a breath, and waited for her boyfriend to respond. Given his eyebrows had crept closer to his hairline with every word she’d spoken, she had no idea what he was going to say. Her fingers gripped her wine glass so hard it was in danger of shattering. She put it down.

“Okaaay,” Peter said, his expression one of intense concentration. He closed his eyes for a second or two, then opened them again. “I must admit I suspected this conversation would happen at some point, but I didn’t expect you to want Gabriel.”

“Oh!” Karen replied. “I don’t want him. Not like that. Well, I suppose I do, like that. But not in any other way. You know how I feel about him.”

“Yes, I do. That’s why I’m so surprised. But you’ve obviously thought about this and decided it would work for you, so if that’s what you want, I’ll sort it.”

“Okay.” Well, that had gone more smoothly than she’d expected. She’d known he wouldn’t be mad about it, but she hadn’t been entirely sure what kind of emotions her request would elicit. Surprise and then acceptance were absolutely fine by her.

Of course, that meant it would actually happen. A threesome between her, Peter and Gabriel. And, she realised as Peter fished his mobile phone from his pocket, it would happen very soon.

Chapter Three

As the water cascaded from the shower head onto her skin, Karen seriously considered hopping out, locking the bathroom door and not coming out until the next day. Maybe then Peter and Gabriel would forget about the whole thing. Forget she’d said anything. That she’d ever suggested a threesome with them. For f**k’s sake. What had she been thinking? A ménage was way hot, but with Gabriel? What the actual f**k? She must have been crazy to suggest it.

She resisted the temptation to bang her head against the tiled wall. That would achieve nothing, except giving her a headache, and possibly a bruise. Instead, she stuffed her fingers into her mouth and hoped that and the noise of the shower would stifle her scream.

Ahh, that’s better. Now the initial frustration and irritation were out of her system, perhaps she could apply her brain cells to finding a way of getting out of this.

She heard a muffled sound. Moving her head out from under the thundering spray, she listened. It came again. Someone was banging on the door. Ugh, typical Peter. He always wanted to use the toilet when she was having a shower. It was like he purposely waited until she was in there before deciding he needed to answer the call of nature.

“Karen! Have you drowned in there or something? Hurry up, he’ll be here soon.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been in here that long!”

“You have, babe. You’ve been in there forty five minutes.”

Fuck!

“f**k! Okay, I’ll be as fast as I can.”

She rubbed her face. God, had she really been in here that long? Normally a shower took her twenty five minutes at most, and that included shaving her legs, underarms and between her legs. What the hell had she been doing for forty five minutes?

Looking down, she realised that she had, in fact, shaved all the usual places, and a scrape of fingers through her hair told her that conditioner had been applied. She could only assume that she’d used shampoo previous to that. She’d been so deep inside her own tortured mind that all she could do was assume, and she didn’t have time to start everything all over again just to be sure. So with a thorough rinse, she turned off the shower, stepped out and pulled on her robe, tying it tight. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped up her hair to stop it dripping everywhere.