Where the Consoles Lead, The Heart Will Follow

A Close Encounter

Jackie's pov

When I woke up, I felt like one of those clichés you'll read in love novels, when the girl finds out she's engulfed in the arms of the boy she's sleeping with. I can clearly feel his arm around be, but no, it wasn't around my waist. That would've been too easy for him, no instead his arm was draped over my breasts, his hand making full on contact with one of them. Oh god, if I move, he might squeeze harder, or even rub it... What do I do?

I reach for my phone, but it was slightly out of my reach. I stretched the most I can without disturbing him, but as my luck will prove, he did in fact fondle them. Somehow, he managed to snake his other hand underneath me. It would've been cute had he been a few inches lower, making it look like he was hugging me in a cute way, but no. My life loves making me feel flustered.

He began moving around, that including his hands. I finally reached my phone, but a gasp left my lips as his hands began to curiously squeeze what they're holding. Oh god, he's waking up. I unlock my phone to check the time: 7:30. It's time to wake up then.

As if on cue, his phone began to ring, signaling him to wake up. Barley conscious, he reached for it, squeezing me between him and the bed, while more pressure was applied to the breast he didn't release his grasp of. He hit the snooze button, wanting five more minutes, then returned to his original position.

"Conor?"

"Mmhmm?" He mumbled, still in the grasps of slumber.

I try my best to turn around to face him, and whisper in his ears, "can I have my boobs back?"

I see his eyes open, looking at me, a smile spreading across his face. He noticed something in his hand, and began fondling with my boobs...again. Released a moan, my nipples becoming hard. His brain still not fully aware of what's going on, he continued. The more he fondled, the more I gasped and moaned.

"Conor!" I moaned out his name, very loud at that. His eyes fully open, seemingly to be free of slumber. He reached his head forward, like as if he wanted to kiss me, but when he noticed where his hands where, his face could've rivaled a tomatoes color and receive first for being the reddest. He shot up, standing on his knees, and I was finally free.

"Jack, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I thought I was just having a dream..."

"You've had dreams about fondling me?"

He became and even darker color of red, if it was possible. But it didn't look healthy, not one bit. But yet he doesn't bother to respond. Im taking his absence of an answer as a yes.

"Wow Conor. I didn't know you'd have such guts to pull something off like that little stunt you just pulled." I try giving him a hard time, but even at this time, I must be blushing profusely.

"Jackie, I didn't know, I-if I would've known, I wouldn't have don't it, I SWEAR!"

"Relax Conor, I'm just teasing you! You get so flustered so easily. You have changed!"

Conor's pov
(Because why not?)

I woke up to an alarm, calling me out of my slumber. I reached over to where my phone was always, and selected snooze. Before I was awoken, I was dreaming about holding a pair of boobs. A good pair too! As I return to my original position, in attempts to return to my dream. I knew I must've been dreaming when I heard Jackie's voice calling me. Her voice was a lullaby in itself. I mumbled a mmhm in response, and heard 'can I have my boobs back?'