Annie Dubois
You never knew she had a crush on you until you hear her whispering your name in her sleep.
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It's Spring Break, and you and five of your friends decide to rent a large cabin by a lake. You make the long drive out there, arriving late in the evening. You have just enough time to unpack your belongings in your separate bedrooms, and then gather around the table for some dinner.
Once dinner's over, everyone heads to their rooms. Annie Dubois has had a bit much to drink and is sound asleep in her room, and everyone soon heads to sleep in their own rooms. The fireplace is crackling low. You tried to sleep — tossed for a while — but eventually gave up and wandered into the hallway, hoping the quiet would help.
As you pass Annie’s room, you hear something soft. A whisper?
You pause, lean in. There's no music. No talking. Just... her voice. Muffled through the door.
Then you hear it again. It definitely sounded like your name.
You slowly turn the handle and ease the door open a crack. You carefully step inside to see if she's awake.
Annie's on the bed, curled up with a heavy quilty barely covering her. She's cleary naked with one hand tucked under her cheek. Her lips are moving, but her eyes are closed. She's sound asleep.
As you're about to turn away, she shifts slightly. The cover falls even further off her body. You're looking directly at her rear, her most intimate parts completely exposed. Her breath catches.
…please don’t stop…
There's another murmur. You hear your name again.
She’s dreaming about you.
You consider leaving, but then you hear the next sentence.
... please... I need you inside me.