A Nightmare Reborn: FVJ 02

Sean closed his eyes.

***

Loomis woke up to find Sean and Tessa gone.

He looked around with eyes that felt dry and old. In fact, he was feeling rather old in every respect as he stood up and stretched out. His back crackled and popped as he braced his hands against his hips and grunted. The rain was still pounding down and that acrid smell of smoke from the fire in Springwood was defiant of the rain and wind. He checked his watch and found that only twenty minutes had passed since he dozed off.

He walked to the living room window and found Lori and Alice were no longer there on the floor. He opened the front door and walked in. The house was quiet, save for the patter of rain on the roof and a groaning sound. Loomis strained to hear the sound as he closed the door behind him and stood in the middle of the darkened living room.

"Hello?"

From the shadows of the living room came Lori. Her "Springwood High" sweater was gone and its place was a tight fitting white shirt. Loomis looked away as he realized Lori was wearing no bra. She stepped into the dim pool of light streaming through the living room window. The image of her large braless tits swinging beneath her t-shirt burned into his memory as he glanced at the hardened nubs protruding out underneath the cotton fabric. Her long blonde hair was loose at her shoulders, her blue eyes piercing and somehow burning right into his skull.

"Where's Alice?" Loomis asked and turned to the window.

"She won't help us, Doctor," Lori told him and hugged her arms across her breasts.

"Why not?" Loomis turned around, "Did she leave?"

"Like a coward," Lori shook her head, "She was too afraid."

"That's perfect," he ran a hand over his bald scalp and sighed, "It's no good trapping Michael and Jason if we can't get Krueger too."

"I know," Lori stood beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. The doctor looked down at her hand doubtfully, but did nothing to remove it. She was under a lot of stress. Loomis chastised himself for reading more into her gesture than was there. She had just been widowed, and he was certain sleeping with her psychiatrist was the last thing on her mind. He felt ashamed for even thinking such a thing.

"How are you doing?" he asked kindly and turned to face her.

Lori looked away and then after a moment said, "I need a hug, Doctor Loomis."

Loomis hesitated and then smiled, "Of course."

The embrace was warm and surprisingly comfortable. In being honest with himself, Loomis knew that he had entertained thoughts about her on more than one occasion. It was highly unprofessional and completely unethical. It violated so many rules and so many moral standards that diagnosing her and treating her would be impossible if he ever let it go beyond mere fantasy. And even then, it was dangerous territory. But, he couldn't help himself sometimes.

"I feel so alone right now," she said into his chest, "I can't believe he's gone."

"Will was very brave," Loomis offered, though no eulogy could ever soother her, "He did a very noble thing."

Loomis suddenly felt her fingers on the back of his neck, her nails gently caressing just under his fringe of dark trimmed hair. His heart suddenly jumped a beat as she began tracing small circles over his skin. He tried to keep his breathing normal, but knew that it was a futile effort. Lori was a strikingly beautiful woman, so young and perfectly enticing that even the redoubtable Dr. Matthew Loomis couldn't pass her without taking a second look. Stealing a look was the better term. He felt as though he were stealing from Will Rollins just by hugging her.

He began to break the hug when she held him close suddenly, "Dr. Loomis, can I ask you something?"

"Yes," Loomis said and dismally realized the state of his arousal, "Of course you can Lori."

Lori looked at her slender hand as it rested on his chest, her blue eyes filled with curiosity. "Do you ever get lonely?"

Loomis wanted to run out of the house. He crazily remembered a verse in the Bible about how a man keeps on the straight and narrow. He did it by fleeing from temptation. And as impossible as it seemed, Lori was tempting him right now. She probably didn't mean anything by her gestures, but Loomis's mind was twisting it around. And yet he answered her despite himself, "Yes I do."

"How long has it been?"

"Excuse me?" Loomis blushed.

"Since you had sex?"

His heart jumped twice at hearing her say the word "sex" as Loomis frantically tried to summon the courage to walk away. He said, "I, uh Lori... this really isn't something we should be talking about..."

"Why not?" she looked at him, her eyes wide and innocent.

"Because I'm your doctor," he said, "Because you're not really interested in me. You're acting out on the pain from Will's death, Lori. That's all."

"I want to feel good right now, Matthew," Lori put a finger to his lips, his beard rough against her soft finger, "Is that wrong?"

Loomis looked at Lori and said, "No... but Lori, this will only make you feel worse."

"Who's to say that?" Lori asked and licked his lips slowly with her tongue. Loomis froze like a statue, his resolve melting away so fast he wondered if he had ever really possessed it to begin with.

"It won't change anything," Loomis insisted, "We can't."

"Make love to me," Lori whispered, her full pouty lips a seductive frame to white, perfect teeth.

"Oh I don't think so," he managed.

"Why not?" a voice lounged from behind him. Tessa Alexander walked into the living room, her keys jingling from her belt and her badge shining in the dim light. If Loomis had been weak before, he was ready to crumble now. Tessa smiled, her dark exotic features a tempting café au lait to Lori's creamy vanilla complexion. He breathed deep as Tessa put her hands on his shoulders and slipped his overcoat off. Loomis swallowed hard and frantically tried to find himself, tried to reassert his control.

"This isn't real," Loomis shook his head as Tessa hugged him from behind, her breasts pressing against his back as she ran her hands down his midsection and over his stomach.

"Isn't it?" Tessa licked his ear.

"I think it's real," Lori pulled her t-shirt off with one fluid motion, revealing her naked breasts to Loomis and Tessa. Lori only stood there and smiled as Loomis glued his eyes to her pear shaped breasts. Tessa looked at her, eyes filled with a dark desire and hunger. Something hot and primal passed in the gaze between the two women as Lori cupped her heavy breasts in her hands and tweaked her nipples.

"This doesn't happen to men like me," Loomis tried to ground himself in reality, "This is a hallucination. It's a chemical induced hallucination from the vodka I drank on the flight here."

"Vodka?" Tessa laughed and pulled his suit jacket off.

"Vodka poisoned by Chernobyl," Loomis insisted, "Or I'm having a nervous breakdown. Or a dream..."

Lori grabbed his hands and pressed them against her bare breasts, forcing him to cup her and fondle her. Loomis found his hands only too willing to oblige as he felt her smooth milky tits. His breathing was now becoming more and more rapidly shallow as he felt her up. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Tessa ran her hands down to his crotch and squeezed.

"Does that feel like dream to you?" Lori smiled seductively.

"Let us help you doctor," Tessa whispered, her fingers doing things he had never felt before, "Let us relieve you."

"Please no," Loomis shook his head, his hands firmly groping Lori's chest.

"Come on Matthew," Lori smiled coyly, "Who plays doctor for the doctor?"

"I've seen how you look at me," Tessa told him and kissed his neck, "I know you want me."

Loomis stood there, his mind overloaded by the vast wave of sexual desires he had repressed for so long. His work and his career had never allowed for this kind of thing. He imagined that was one of the reasons Mary had left him for John Bilk. And even if it had it never would have included women like Lori Rollins and Tessa Alexander. They were quite simply out of his league.

As Lori unbuttoned his shirt and Tessa unbuckled his belt he felt his perception of reality floating away like a beach ball on a choppy ocean wave. Loomis desperately searched his soul for any defense, as he knew he was being tricked into a dream. But when his pants fell to the floor along with his boxer shorts and Lori touched him, his crumbled to the breaking point.

"I really, really can't do this ladies," he croaked.

Tessa walked around to join her. As she did, she unbuttoned her dark cops uniform and revealed her toned and tanned body. The shirt fell to the floor and Loomis was amazed by the set of perfect breasts before him. She had no tan line, simply the dreamy exotic skin tones of a woman who was beyond anything Loomis had dared imagine.

"Like Lori said," she smiled as she reached behind her back and pulled out her handcuffs, "Change is always good."

***

The rain was falling harder now.

Tessa turned and looked at Loomis. Another clearly satisfied groan escaped the man's lips as he shifted his weight on the swing. She looked at Sean, "You think he's having a good dream?"

Sean noticed the sizable bulge in the doctor's pants and the content expression on his face, "A man is entitled to a good dream every now and then."

"Wow," Tessa blushed and took her eyes off the bulge, "Way to go, Doc."

"You want something to drink?"

"Yeah," Tessa smiled, "Water."

"Cool," he said and stood up, "I'll sneak into the kitchen and get us some."

The truth of the matter was Sean knew a sex dream when he saw one, and from the looks of it Loomis was in the middle of something big. The man didn't need an audience. He quietly opened the door and found Lori and Alice had finished their odd ritual. Lori was nowhere to be seen, but Alice sat alone on the couch. She looked to Sean and smiled, her blue-green eyes bright and radiant in the light. Sean couldn't help but look her over briefly. He felt a little guilty for appraising Alice. Tessa was his girl, and he loved her with all his heart, but sometimes a striking woman couldn't be ignored.

"Officer," Alice smiled, her legs crossed as she reclined back into the cushions of the couch. The jeans she wore complimented her athletic frame and her t-shirt hinted at breasts that he imagined were probably just enough to be a handful. That was cool by his count. Tessa had a great set of tits, like firm cantaloupes. He figured from his cursory glance that Alice probably was equipped with similar breasts, only not nearly as tanned.

"Ms. Johnson," Sean smiled and pointed to the kitchen, "I was just going to grab a glass of water."

"Of course."

Sean paused, "Where's Lori?"

"She stepped out to think for awhile," Alice looked at him. Her direct eye contact made him nervous, even a little uneasy as he slowly walked towards the kitchen.

"Everything okay?"

"Not really."

"Oh?" Sean turned and faced her, "Anything I can help with?"

"Sit down for a minute," Alice patted the cushion beside her. Sean walked over and sat down next to her, both becoming aroused and curious about her. She didn't look all that much older than the picture he had seen of her in high school. Her face was beautiful, her eyes wide and her lips expressive to the point of always saying something without actually saying it. She seemed to have a presence that went beyond the normal conceptions of human interaction.

'She's the Dream Master, dumb ass,' he thought.

"What you all plan to do is impossible," Alice told him.

"No doubt," Sean agreed.

"But I'll help you anyway," she added and then looked way, "But you have to do something for me."

"Anything," Sean said, "We're all willing to do whatever it takes."

"I mean you," she smiled, "You have to do something for me."

"Oh," Sean said, suddenly feeling like he was about to get in trouble, "What would that be?"

Alice got up and walked to the window, her arms crossed over her breasts as the rain fell outside. She slowly turned the rod for the blinds and tilted them shut a little as she reached over and locked the door. Sean was keenly aware of the erection swelling in his pants and he took a deep breath. Alice looked out the slats of the blinds for a moment and then turned, letting her gaze fall over to him. She asked quietly, "Whatever it takes?"

Sean nodded, not sure if there was subtext to her comment or if he was just being a wishful listener. Inwardly, he was beating himself up for betraying Tessa like this. There was a perfectly exotic sexual fantasy sitting right outside the door on the front porch and yet here he was getting horny over a woman he had just met. Sean rubbed his eyes and readjusted his weight on the couch to compensate for his arousal.

"Officer Renaud," Alice asked, "Would you fuck me?"

Sean watched her ass move rhythmically, pulling the denim to and fro as she reached the other window and pulled the blinds shut. He longed to touch her ass, to run his hands over her sleek curves and squeeze the flesh in his hands. She turned and leaned against the windowsill, looking at him with her head tilted to one side. The world had suddenly gone very quiet, and all Sean could hear was the repetitive throbbing of blood rushing through his body.

"I don't think so, Ms. Johnson," he said doubtfully as his mouth went dry, "I'm very flattered but we just met and all... and I uh..."

Alice nodded, her bottom lip slightly pushed out. She walked over to him and Sean nearly fell over when she pushed him back against the couch. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders as he sank into the comfy cushions of the sofa. Alice lifted one of her legs up and over Sean's lap, settling in and letting her crotch rest on his rock-hard groin. She ran her hands over his shaved scalp, her slender fingers somehow managing to electrify his dark skin.

"You'll never catch him without me," she told him innocently and rubbed her crotch against him, "Are you sure?"

Sean could barely breathe, "Ms. Johnson..."

"Alice," she whispered.

"Alice," Sean said, "Do you feel alright?"

"I don't know," Alice kissed his ear gently, her lips feeling very much like Tessa's usually did. She placed his large hands on her breasts and added, "How do I feel, Officer? Do I feel fine?"

"Yes," he swallowed hard and then took his hands away, "But this can't happen."

"It could happen," Alice offered and ran her fingernails down his cheeks, neck, over the collar of his shirt and down over his pecs. She toyed with the brass shield pinned to his uniform and said, "I could make a lot of things happen for you if you just make this one little thing happen for me."

"Are you serious?" Sean managed and found his hands were resting on her hips, his fingers slowly working back towards her ass.

"How serious would you like?" Alice asked as she grasped the bottom of her shirt with both hands. With one simple fluid motion she hauled the shirt off, revealing her smooth white body to him. Her stomach was flat and yet not overly muscled. Her full breasts were contained in a beige, lacy bra that made no effort to conceal her large nipples behind anything more than some flimsy tightly knit fishnet fabric. She raised her arms high and was free of the shirt, her hair falling out of place and hanging in thick red strands in front of her face.

Alice tossed the shirt aside, landing it on the television set.

"That's pretty serious," Sean commented as his heart thundered in his chest. He thought of Tessa walking in on them. He felt like panicking. How long could it take a guy to get two glasses of water, anyway?

"Officer Renaud... Sean," Alice tilted her head to one side and began sliding the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, "I'm always serious."

Sean watched as she let the straps fall free and then leaned back a little, her thighs tightening on his lap for balance. She reached behind her back and un-hooked her bra, letting it slowly come off and reveal her breasts in all their naked glory. They were the color of a fine, milky cream in some upper-class elite restaurant. They hung down under their own weight, and yet as Sean looked, he could not see a single stretch mark. It was as if though they defied the laws of nature and simply existed outside of reality. As she tossed her bra aside they jiggled with a fluidity that made Sean almost cream his pants right there.

Alice guided his hands to her tits and smiled as his rough palms grazed her erect nipples. Sean began massaging them, completely taken by the size of the fleshy orbs now hanging in front of his face. He cupped them rolled her nipples back and forth between his fingers.

Alice moaned under his touch, "That's nice..."

"I'm in a committed relationship," he whispered, not so much in protest but rather in fair warning He thought, 'You're goddam right you're committed... would Tessa ever do this to you?'

Alice leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips pressed against his with a firm wetness and he embraced her. Her breasts were heavy on his chest and neck as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and caressed him with a slow, deliberate pace. He ran his hands along the slope of her back and to the beginning of her ass. His fingers slid past the waistband of her jeans and into her panties. Their breathing was becoming rapid and lustful as the intensity of the kiss grew more urgent.

"I know you and your partner are more than just partners," she broke the kiss for a moment and sat back, looking at him, "But for right now, just think of this as doing what you have to do to keep her alive."

Sean was beyond anything but complete agreement, "Okay."

Alice undid the dark tie of his uniform and draped it around her neck, the ends falling in between her perky tits. She unbuttoned his uniform one button at a time as she spoke, "Think of this as an exchange of services..."

"Uh-huh," he said dreamily.

Alice opened his fly and pulled the zipper down with deliberate patience and reserve.

"In return," Alice said as she stood up and then positioned herself between his legs as she pulled his pants and boxers down to his boots, "I'll kill Freddy Krueger for you."

"I thought he couldn't be killed?"

Alice shrugged, "Never say never."

If there were ever going to be a time in Sean's life when he would find himself speechless, this was it.

"Although, I've never had a black man before," Alice smiled at him. Sean barely heard her words as she lowered herself between his legs and began doing things only Tessa had ever done for him.

***

Matthew Loomis thought he might keel over from a heart attack.

Lori stood in front of him, her eyes fixed on his as she slipped her jeans off and revealed her thighs to him. Flimsy blue lace panties barely covered her sex and seemed to reveal just as much about her anatomy as she might have shown had she been nude. She ran her hands through her thick blonde hair and then down over her porcelain pale flesh. She smiled at him and winked.

Tessa had stripped her uniform off and was in the process of leading him to the couch. Like Lori, she wore only her panties. They were black and more utilitarian than the elegant lace of Lori's underwear. Still, the black fabric did nothing to hide her shapely ass as she sat Loomis down. She straddled him and took off his undershirt, revealing his torso to her.

"Oh my," he whispered.

Tessa smiled and stood up, giving Loomis a quick view of her crotch as she lifted one leg over his lap. She went to Lori and slid her hands down her body, over her ribs and then to her hips. She grabbed the strings of the panties and slid them down, revealing Lori's bald sex. She daintily stepped out of them and stood straight, with Tessa beside her. Lori put her arms around Tessa and looked expectantly at Loomis.