Following Her Dream Ch. 02

With a sinister grin, Janet pulled Rachel's arm to the side, interrupting her, "Drop for me."

Instantly all struggles from Rachel ceased as she collapsed, sprawled out over the edge of the couch. Slowly the light from the room swirled away into nothingness, along with all her thoughts.

Janet carefully repositioned Rachel, partly worried she would hurt herself with the way she was splayed out before her. She then went right back to whispering into her ear.

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Rachel woke with a start, waiting for the fogginess to leave her mind. As everything seemed to settle into place, she saw Janet standing over her, grinning from ear to ear. "What happened?" She shook her head, hoping to clear the last vestiges of clouds shrouding her thoughts. She looked back up at Janet. "The last thing I remember... was talking about my math teacher, and then... oh, what did you do this time?" Rachel wasn't sure what to expect. She was sure something happened, but it seemed obvious that Janet didn't want her to remember what she said while she was under.

She was certain Janet was trying to enact some sort of revenge for being laughed at, but she said she was going to make it up to her. That didn't sound like something you'd say to someone before any sort of retribution. Perhaps it was misdirection? Although that wasn't really Janet's style. Rachel knew she had a tendency to tease her, but for as long as she's known Janet, the girl had always just kind of taken it. She never really dished anything back, yet now she was acting so over-the-top suspicious, Rachel knew something had to be up.

"Oh, nothing. It's getting late, we should get to bed." Janet said, the grin still prominent on her face. She proceeded to nonchalantly walk towards her room, no longer paying her roommate any attention.

Rachel simply stared at Janet, studying her every move. What could she have done? She didn't feel any different, but that thought just concerned Rachel even more. She watched cautiously as Janet entered her room, the door closing behind her. With Janet out of sight, Rachel surveyed her surroundings, each of her senses in overdrive from the unknown. She couldn't even begin to imagine what might befall her. How could she anticipate anything when she didn't even know what was possible? She felt like she was playing a game against an experienced opponent without even knowing the rules. Janet was being so unfair!

Understanding that nothing might happen if she just stayed on the couch, Rachel contemplated doing just that. If anything, it would be a victory against Janet, if in a small way. Not playing into her hands would be the easiest way to get back at her. Of course, that meant she would be sequestered to one area of the room. For how long, though? She didn't know if time was a factor in Janet's plans.

Resigned to her fate of the unknown, Rachel concluded she'd still prefer not to spend the night on the couch. She stood up and tentatively made her way towards her room.

'Okay, I made it this far' she thought after closing the door. Rachel didn't understand what Janet hoped to achieve, given that she wouldn't be there to witness. They slept in different rooms. Rachel locked her door just to be sure. However, the idea that Janet didn't have to see whatever it was she had planned didn't help to assuage Rachel's nerves.

With a knot in her stomach, Rachel began dressing for bed. Her shirt and pants were thrown haphazardly onto the pile in the corner of her room, her bra following shortly thereafter. 'I guess it doesn't involve forcing me to do laundry. That would probably be the most helpful prank ever.' Rachel proceeded towards her dresser to grab a night shirt, quickly pulling it over her head.

She wondered if this was the revenge itself. Get her so worked up with worry about what might happen. If Janet were one to pull pranks, maybe such a sneaky backhanded one would be her style? She felt more confident in her reasoning as she approached the bathroom.

She began following her routine with increasing purpose, confident in her logic, and proud of herself for outwitting her opponent. Rachel washed her face and dried it off with a towel. She took a moment to look herself over, eventually nodding to herself in approval. She was proud of her looks, despite the effort it took to maintain them.

She reached for the floss, extruding enough to wrap around her fingers. Diligently, she made sure to work it in between every tooth. Once done, she threw the floss away and then rinsed her mouth out. Rachel grabbed the toothbrush from its holder, holding it under the water to wetten. She applied a large amount of toothpaste to the bristles and brought the brush to her mouth.

The moment the bristles brushed against her teeth, Rachel's world shattered. Her mind exploded in ecstasy as intense pleasure radiated outwards from her crotch. Her knees buckled, her body ready to fall to the ground if not for her arm gripping the sink counter. A low guttural noise, like that of an animal, burst forth from her mouth.

Rachel brought the toothbrush away from her mouth, and instantly the sensations subsided. She looked at the head, part of the toothpaste still left on the bristles, barely touched. The rest still sitting between her cheeks, the mint creating a small tingling sensation against the soft tissue. She didn't have to look down to know her panties were already soaked through.

Mind still recovering from the ordeal, Rachel watched as her hand brought the toothbrush closer to her mouth, seemingly of its own accord.

Her conscious brain finally making the connection, Rachel shoved the toothbrush back in. Instantly the world was lost to her once again.

Rachel used all the willpower she had to try to keep her balance, the pleasure once again rocking through her, sapping her strength. What little brain power she had was focusing on moving the brush.

If she had been able to form words, they still wouldn't have been enough to describe the sensations she currently felt. Her hand was now on auto-pilot, scrubbing her teeth with the brush back and forth. Back, the feeling of the world's best vibrator stimulating her clitoris. Forth, a wave of pure joy crashing through her brain. Back, like a thousand hands caressing her entire body. Forth, the perfect toy penetrating her completely. Back, forth, back, forth. Her legs finally gave out as she fell to her knees.

Rachel's arm picked up speed, the absolute bliss seeming to increase exponentially. No longer needing to support her, her other arm released its grip from the counter and immediately found its way into her drenched underwear. Her fingers slipped into her folds with ease as she began pumping.

Unable to close her mouth, her cries escaped her throat un-stifled, the foam from the toothpaste dripping towards the floor. The girl was too lost to care.

Backforthbackforth

She picked up speed, the toothbrush going every which way, the euphoria ever increasing. Her cries became screams.

Backforthbackforthbackforth.

If she was capable of such thoughts, Rachel might have been curious how long this could possible last. She might have wondered how something could possibly ever feel so good.

It felt like seconds. It felt like hours. Time held no meaning to her anymore. Only the brushing mattered. Only the pleasure.

Backforthbackforthbackforthbackforth.

A crescendo was building. Both arms moved faster than one would think possible. Her screams were louder than ever. The pleasure, the brushing of her clit, her vagina, her breasts, her mind, stronger than ever. Until, finally, everything spilled over.

Her entire body stopped moving, locked up during the most intense orgasm of her life. Her scream caught in her throat. Her eyes shot up to the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered sporadically. Her fingers were shoved as far into her as they would go. Her vision went white, with non-discernable shapes of soft colors floating about.

Rachel collapsed fully onto the floor. The foam still dripped from her mouth onto the mat beneath. Her arm fell to the side, bringing the toothbrush with it. This time, the pleasure didn't immediately cease, but instead slowly subsided like a wave that had already reached its farthest point up the shore. Her heavy panting gradually relaxed. Rachel laid there, relishing the afterglow for minutes on end.

Shakily, she tried standing up, her toothbrush left on the mat, forgotten. She made her way towards her bedroom door, using her arms to support her on anything that was in reach: the door frame, the table, the wall. She wasn't concerned that she didn't take a moment to clean herself off. She opened the door, stumbling into the hallway towards the other bedroom.

Janet couldn't believe how loud Rachel had been. It's a good thing she had no intention of attempting sleep at the time. She had laid in bed shortly after leaving Rachel, and had simply waited. She was concerned after about five minutes, when she heard no signs of movement coming from the hallway. Did her instructions work? She had to remain patient. Her grin grew in the darkness when she finally heard the door shut.

She wasn't expecting things to turn out so powerfully. Janet thought about how she worded her instructions, but still was left surprised at the results. Rachel always had an exaggerated imagination. Perhaps that had something to do with it?

As she contemplated everything she heard, Janet nearly jumped out of her bed when her door burst open, light from the hallway cascading across her legs. She looked up to see the silhouette of Rachel in the door, hunched over, shoulder pressed against the frame. She couldn't make out her features, but Janet could see her shoulders moving up and down, one of her arms hanging limp on the side. All she could do was stare. She worried that she may have gone too far, given the reaction that Rachel had to her manipulations. Was she going to be mad at her?

It was Rachel that broke the silence. She had been glaring at Janet the entire time. Finally, between pants, she managed say with astonishment, "It can do that?!"