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Cynthia Saint:


Sex: Female



Age: 31 years



Figure: Smooth-toned, soft-contoured, voluptuous, hourglass type and perfectly feminine



Complexion: White



Voice: Musical



Face: Nymphish and innocent in looks



Eyes: Heavy-lidded, large, slightly slanted and deep blue



Hair: Silken, soft, ample, honey-blonde and waves down to hips



Bust: 39DD, pendulous and firm



Nipples: Pink and protrudent



Areolae: Pink and large



Waist: 27



Hips: 40, wide-curved



Ass: Soft and massive



Thighs: soft-toned and rounding in contours



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Denise Moore:



Sex: Female



Age: 30 years



Figure: Skinny and poorly curved



Complexion: White



Voice: High pitched



Face: Pretty and calculative in expression



Eyes: Slightly slanted, small and dark brown



Hair: Short, boy-cut, straight and dark



Bust: 32C and round



Waist: 23



Hips: 31, narrow



Ass: Almost flat



Thighs: Straight and smooth-toned



Cynthia Saint woke up for the third time that night. She blinked blankly at the dimly lit ceiling of her air conditioned bedroom and shifted herself to a sitting position as soon as she had gained up her senses. The blonde fingered the untidy curls off her beautiful face and reflected on what she had just dreamed.



Never in her life had she dreamed any thing bizarre like this for five consecutive nights and it was indeed an odd truth. Cynthia was a realist. “Dreams are just dreams” was the only comment she made whenever her best friend Denise Moore tried to discuss about her own dreams. Unlike Cynthia, she believed that dream interpretations were not unreal and they can sometimes be premonitory. Cynthia always laughed unceremoniously at Denise’s idea but that dream was an exception; a very rare exception. Whether it was just a dream or a strange premonition, she couldn’t deduce in confusion.



In that dream Cynthia found herself standing naked in a cubicle. The interior of that cubicle was quite spacious and resembled to that of a room furnished well with drapery. She was inspecting all the contents of cubicle and felt as if she was waiting for someone to come.



All of a sudden the door of cubicle opened and a tabby cat entered. Cynthia smiled as she looked at the cat. The cat moved towards her and the door shut down automatically. Following the cat she turned and saw a double bed covered in violet plush sheet. The cat turned to face her when they reached at bedside and rose on hind legs. It seemed to Cynthia that the cat was growing in height. The feline front paws rested unto her arms.



Cynthia was pushed backwards on the bed and instantly she saw the smiling face of a short-haired woman which loomed upon her. That woman was neither unfamiliar nor unfriendly. She raised one of her hand to stroke Cynthia’s cheek lovingly and said about acting something out in a cold purring whisper. Cynthia wasn’t amazed to see that the woman’s hands were furry; as if she already knew the cat had actually been that woman. She found herself nodding to the woman above her, who smiled broadly.



Cynthia could feel the woman’s hot breath upon her face whose mouth met her full pouting lips in a soft, deliberate kiss. The woman sucked Cynthia’s lower lip and then kissed her hard. Cynthia heard herself moaning into her mannish lover’s sucking mouth. The woman sucked her lips and then slid down slowly. Cynthia felt something soft and wet on her sensitive nipples in upward, quick strokes and looked down. The tabby cat was licking on each of her huge tits in hunger. The animal just rolled her eyes up to stare back at Cynthia but continued to lick her boobs. Cynthia sighed as the tickle of whiskers felt good on the naked skin of her bubbies. She closed her eyes, enjoying the licking strokes unto her protruding nipples.



The blonde opened her eyes and looked down again as she heard a “Miaow” after a while. She wasn’t amazed a bit to see the cat’s disappearing hologram upon her huge chest and its simultaneous reappearance between her legs. The cat stared at her for a while and looked down. Cynthia felt two hands unto the soft flesh of her thighs. The hands weren’t visible; it was just a feeling. The only thing visible before her was the tabby cat which was staring down between her thighs.



Cynthia lay silent as her thighs were splayed wide apart in apparent automaticity. The cat moved her whiskered face down between the blonde’s thighs. The animal extended her front legs which were transfigured into two white, human arms. The arms hugged around Cynthia’s thighs and hands began to stroke on their resilient flesh. Cynthia hissed as the cat darted its tongue to lick on her ultra sensitive cunt-lips.



The nymph sighed and bit her lip as the cat made deliberate, quick lapping strokes upon her cunt. She closed her eyes and then arched her back up. The waves of rising lust generated at her perineum due to feline oral stimulation.



Cynthia began to moan when someone’s lips pressed hard unto her slit. She opened her eyes reflexively to see the short-haired head of the lesbian between her thighs. It was sure the cat was completely transfigured into that slim woman, who was now eating her cunt. The woman had pressed her mouth hard into the twitching womanhood of Cynthia, who cried in pleasure as she felt the suction on her clit. The blonde nymph gritted her teeth, shut her eyes tight and strained her voluptuous torso up in extreme pleasure. The vibrating walls of her love canal filled with lust up to the brim as she screamed aloud her orgasm in entire blackness…



While reflecting on that dream Cynthia hissed as she had been stroking herself between thighs and her fingers had pinched on the throbbing clit. The blonde sighed and moved her hand up before her eyes. She stared at the cum-soaked fingers for a while and sucked them to taste herself. The taste felt really good on her tongue. She swallowed her salted cream in an instant. Before dreaming about cat/woman, oral sex was one of the most disgusting, very dirty things for Cynthia, but now it felt desirable to her. She couldn’t deny that it was so good, so intriguing, and so full of pleasure.



Cynthia switched on the bedside lamp and looked around for wall clock. It was half past five and everything about the bedroom was still quiet. She turned to right and reached for her cell phone on the nightstand. She wanted to tell Denise about her dream and knew inwardly that her friend would be very excited to hear it. Being an amateur student of Psychology Denise seemed best at calculating the visions and perceptions.



Cynthia opened the “Contacts” folder and scrolled down to locate “Denise”. But she changed her mind to call her friend as the number appeared on screen. It looked too absurd to call Denise at late night just for telling a dream.



She smiled to herself and put the cell phone back on nightstand. After lying on bed she covered her naked, voluptuous body under the sheet and thought to call Denise some hours after then. It would be a stimulus for Denise to think on something new and interesting.



Cynthia called Denise at around 8.0 am and expected the question as she told her about dreaming the same scene for five consecutive nights



“What! A dream? Last night?”



“For last five nights, if I can correct you.”



“Yeah ok… for five nights. Are you sure it was the same dream?”



“Of course I’m pretty sure. The same dream for five nights.”



“Wow, interesting!” said Denise, feeling the excitement growing inside her. “And what did you dream about?”



Cynthia told her all the juicy, yet bizarre details of her dream. Denise heard her friend intently and bit her lip but Cynthia could hear an occasional sigh which had escaped from Denise’s mouth. A strange idea struck her and she frowned. Was Denise feeling the same way about her dream as she had last night?



For some moments none of them spoke until Denise broke the ice. “Have you been watching lesbian porno lately?” she asked.



“What! Oh my, do you know me a pervert?” said Cynthia, smiling at Denise’s question, who knew well that Cynthia was neither a lesbian nor interested to watch lesbian flicks.



“Ummm… no. That’s not what I mean,” said Denise. “And… have you read any comic or fantasy novel, say for a change?”



For an answer Denise heard Cynthia’s tinkling laughter.



“Why should I have to find a change in cartoons or novels? I never expected you to ask me this. You know, fantasies turn me off.” said Cynthia



That was true. Cynthia always loved to go for long drive, window shopping and cafes if she really got sick of overtime and needed to refresh her mind.



“I asked this to get something about your dream and if I were you, I would’ve inquired into its depths.” said Denise, with special emphasis on her last phrase.



“Inquired into its depths!” Cynthia repeated Denise’s words, “But what’s so special to inquire about? Are you talking about… about my consecutive dreaming?”



“So do I.” answered Denise in a definite tone.



“Oh, still sticking to that interpretation stuff on dreams, aren’t you?” Cynthia said with a wry smile.



“Well, I guess you saw something worth of interest in your dream. You are the one who told me about it.”



“If I tell you a dream, should it mean I’m truly interested to let you know what was in it?” Cynthia commented in her “dreams are just dreams” tone.



“You never discussed any of your dreams with me before now, did you?” said Denise.



“Yes I never did but…”



“But you dreamed something very strange which was never watched, read or liked by you. Neverthless you dreamed it for five nights without any break or change. If dreams are unreal, can you explain why this happened to you? And can you tell me why it’s so special to discuss this when you don’t believe on things like dreams?”



Cynthia, for the first time, couldn’t shed off Denise’s question regarding dream, who was asking it based on her confirmations. She considered at her friend’s words for a while and said, “That’s what I’ve been asking myself since last night.”



Denise said, smiling in triumph, “It’s just because you are confused about the dream, my friend. Mark my words. If any thing like this confuses you, just try to act it out.”



“What?” Cynthia spat out questioningly.



“I said try to act out your dream.” Denise repeated her words in a firmer tone.



Cynthia laughed. “Very funny! And how come I can act out my dream?” she asked unceremoniously.



“I’ll tell you when we meet in person and that’s for sure you’ll feel the difference.” said Denise; her tone was still firm.



“Feel the difference for what?” asked Cynthia.



“That if you act it out, you won’t be dreaming this again.”



Cynthia fell silent for some moments considering on what her friend had just hinted. Denise’s hint was as queer as that dream. But what idea laid behind acting out the dream. Should she be involved in a lesbian or bestial act? Evidently, Denise’s suggestion was helping her stop that dream for good, but how would it work out if she met her in person.



Cynthia couldn’t deduce for any confirmed answer to the questions rising in her mind and therefore she had no choice but to comply with her friend. “Ok. If you say so, I’ll do it”



Denise smiled to hear her friend’s approval and said, “Very good and very right thing to decide. Can you come to White Pearl Hotel tonight? Just tell me and I’ll go there right now to get a booking.”



“What time it would be?” asked Cynthia.



Denise licked her lips and said, “Say at 7.0 pm. I’ll meet you positive. If you don’t find me there, just send a message. Or… or maybe you won’t need to text me. I’ll try to be there as quick as my bunny.”



Cynthia laughed at this. They said “bye bye” to each other and hang down the receiver.



Denise turned to her bedroom, smiling to herself. She looked at her reflection in the mirror of dressing stand and puffed the compact powder on her face. No sooner was her face made up, then she smiled at her reflection. Winking at it, she said in a deliberate, low voice, “Miracles do happen Cindy darling. Tonight you’ll believe on them.”



Unlike Denise, Cynthia’s day wasn’t much busy and therefore she returned home earlier than usual. She received a call from Denise at about 4.30 pm, who told her that she had to ask for Room 19 at the reception counter when she would reach the hotel. Cynthia wanted to ask Denise about her idea to act out the dream but said instead, “Ok I get it”. It was an exciting yet crazy thing for a realist like Cynthia to meet a friend out of home for stopping nothing but a repetitive dream. Inwardly she felt herself to agree with Denise. If everything was solved out with a friendly help, she could have a sound, dreamless sleep.



At around 7.10 pm that night, Cynthia entered the luxurious White Pearl Hotel. Men and women turned their heads to look at the extremely beautiful blonde, who looked gorgeous in her white satin blouse and tight hugging Denim skirt. Cynthia seemed oblivious about that and walked straight to the reception desk. The receptionist was a cheeky, young redhead who flashed a smile at the blonde and spoke in her childish voice, “How can I help you Ma’am?”



“Room 19.” Cynthia replied in a casual tone.



“Excuse me Ma’am.” the receptionist said and turned. She typed something and tabulated figures appeared on the computer screen. She looked back at Cynthia and said, “I’m sorry Ma’am. The room’s already booked to Miss Denise…”



“I’m her friend. Name’s Cynthia Saint.” She interrupted her in mid-sentence.



The smile flashed again on cheeky girl’s lips. “Surely Ma’am.” She said and moved her hand below desk to fish out the key. The smile resumed on her lips as she spoke again. “Our porter will accompany you in no time.”



She rang the bell and a slim clean shaven man rushed to the reception desk. The receptionist instructed on guiding Cynthia up to Room 19, as she handed him the key.



Denise was no where at the hotel. Cynthia followed the porter silently to enter Room 19 and tipped him as he bowed before her to leave. She looked around the well decorated room and in an instant everything about it seemed familiar to her. It was evident she had never been to that hotel before, yet Cynthia felt that she had already been in Room 19.



She turned around and looked at the double bed covered by a violet plush sheet. The bed also looked familiar and so did the sheet. She frowned and walked slowly to it. Sitting on the soft luxurious mattress she roamed her hand on the plush, thinking intently. And suddenly it struck into her mind. She had seen the very interior of room in her dream.



Dumbfounded, she looked around the room again. The drapery hanging over the opposite walls looked refreshing but for Cynthia it was amazing to see it as familiar as the bed or its sheet. She turned her head to look at the closed door, but shook her head the next instant. It was impossible, absolutely non existent for an ordinary tabby cat to enter her luxurious room and exhibit fantastic feasts of transfiguration. What a ridiculous thing it was to believe that there was a cat anywhere in the world which could transfigure itself into a short-haired, slim woman… and thinking of the short-haired woman, she was struck again by another idea.



Denise’s profile had reflected in her mind. She was also a short-haired woman who had an almost flat figure, like that of a man’s. On the contrary Cynthia had a figure blessed with perfect voluptuousness. She was prettier and more of a woman than Denise. Was Denise suggesting her something unusual? Had her friend hinted her of acting out the dream with her involving the lavishness of lesbian love? Couldn’t Denise be fitted as the short-haired woman in her dream who lay atop her before kissing her lips as a feline woman, licking her huge tits as the cat and eating her snatch in her real self? She was the one who had suggested acting out the dream just as the feline woman had purred to her to act out something in that dream.



Yet some sharp questions raised in her mind the next instant. Had Denise called her deliberately and knew well what she really wanted with her? Was her best friend a pervert, who always preferred women as bed mates? Did she choose Room 19 just to press her idea on Cynthia that dreams do turn out a reality? Could it be possible that she found an alibi for calling Cynthia at hotel and sleep with her just to fulfill her lesbian lust?



Those antagonistic thoughts battled into Cynthia’s mind. She sat silent on bed in mingled feeling of appreciation and fear for her friend. But after a while she got up deciding finally. For the first time in her life she felt determined to get through the lesbian sex. It wasn’t wrong; never would it be a wrong thing for Denise making love to her passionately. If Denise was playing on something fishy, she had made a very poor excuse for calling her at the hotel after hearing nothing but a dream. It inspired Cynthia greatly that Denise had really held out a helping hand to her. She was a friend indeed.



There was click at the door and it opened slowly. Cynthia turned around in start to look at it. She stared in awe as the door was pushed slowly into the room. It would be a moment’s matter. Then the tabby cat would be lurking into the room…



And the short-haired head of her friend peered into Room 19. Cynthia stared at her entering friend in frozen amazement and sighed in relief as Denise smiled at her.



“You all right? The chick told me you’ve been here a short while. Just stuck up in the evening traffic. It’s a nuisance you know.” Denise said as she closed the door and locked it. To Cynthia, she looked formally dressed in blue top and black pants.



“I’m ok. You are about in time.” Cynthia replied in a soft, relieved tone.



“Thought I was late. Felt myself getting bullshit.” The smile had faded from Denise’s face as she said in an irritated tone, walking to the bed and flung herself down on the double bed beside her friend.



Cynthia stared at Denise solicitously and asked, “Are you feeling bad? Care to order champagne?”



Denise turned her head to stare at Cynthia. “Feeling bad! Why would I be? Instead I’m as excited as a barking dog.”



“Me too.” Said Cynthia; her tone was casual. “I was just wondering if you are really tired.”



Denise seemed too excited to hear Cynthia. She put down her bag and said, “I thought to get a look at the mall before coming here. It can never be a window shopping once you stand on the escalators and watch people making funny gestures.”



“You’ve been at the mall and didn’t care to tell me what you were planning for the eve.” said Cynthia to her friend in a frowning complaint.



“I was just… erm, pardon me for not asking you some refreshment. Thought you wouldn’t like the idea.” Denise said without looking at Cynthia. She had a guilty, yet funny look on her face



“Why would I not like it?” asked Cynthia. She couldn’t get to what Denise had just said.



“Let’s get it like this.” Denise said in a matter-of-factly tone. “We are here to act out your dream but… but I thought you may see it the worst of way.”



She fell silent, seeing a questioning look on Cynthia’s beautiful face and continued, “Well, you never liked perverts and think lesbians as some psychotic bullies. Dreams have always been the unreal things for you. Some pointless perceptions, so to speak. Instead, you had an erotic dream for five nights. Very odd thing in its sense, it made your sleep less comfy. So I thought to help you the instant you told me all about it. I figured out the best way to stop the dream for good. Acting it out, of course. But I suppose you didn’t get me then when you agreed to my suggestion and even now you don’t have an idea for this.”



Cynthia said nothing in answer for a while and they continued to look at each other before she spoke: “No Deni. I know exactly what the meaning of your hint was.”