Nappytime

I wouldn’t have believed him if he just told me, but I kinda roofied myself?

I mean, I suffered from Insomnia, and I started taking pills on prescription. I’m not going to name names, but it starts with an R, and ends in an L.

My room-mate found them in the medicine cabinet, and asked me “What are these for?”

So, I told him, “Insomnia,” but I was worried enough to take them in my room, and lock them in my desk. I didn’t always need to take them, but sometimes I passed out before I had to.

Then, one night I woke up on the couch, but I heard Giggles. Dirty little girly giggles, but I thought my room-mate was in his room with his girlfriend.

Then, I felt a hand fishing around in my underwear, and when I cracked my eyes, I saw my pants open. My waistband pulled up, and long fingers fishing my hardon out.

“Sh!” Another voice hushed her, and she stopped giggling, but then I heard my room-mate say.

“Don’t worry, even if he does wake up, he probably wont remember anything.”

I managed to crack my eyes enough to look out the corner of one, and see his girlfriend. On the chair, and his knees sticking out from under her ass. His hand around it, and his fingers gripping her cheeks. Holding it while she humped him, but then I heard a sniff, and felt a puff of breath on my pubic hair. Right before she planted a kiss, right on the tip, and her lips slipping over it. The warm mouth smothering it, and her tongue rubbing the side.

“Hm.” Of course, I thought I was dreaming, but the kind of dream you hope is real, or at least don’t want to wake up from. it sure didn’t feel like a nightmare, but all I could see was the back of her head. Her hair parted up the middle, and a ponytail hanging down. Another one curled up on her shirt, but she started moving her head slowly. Honestly, she mostly just sucked me, and rubbed the side with her tongue. Slowly, in and out, but it wasn’t like any blowjob I ever had before.

It was the little details, like that that slowly told me that I wasn’t dreaming. I realized I was on the couch, and I don’t remember passing out, but I do remember watching the the game. The start of the game, but I couldn’t remember the score at halftime.

I blinked, but looked over, and lowered my eyes. Then, I just tried to breathe. Slowly, enjoying this weird and unexpected blowjob, but also remembering tiny bits of my day. It wasn’t a great day, I just wanted to get home in time to watch the game, but I left class late. The lab ran long, and my chemistry instructor wouldn’t let us go, until we had the experiment set up.

It was one of those long, multi-phase processes. So it would run all night, and we wouldn’t see what we got until tomorrow morning, if anything. It was kinda hard to worry about that failing, with this girl’s hand rubbing my pantleg, and feeling up to my crotch. First, she just kind of left her hand there, then she started sucking, and then she stared rubbing my thigh with her thumb.

Now, my eyes are closed, and it’s so relaxing, I’m not even thinking about breathing. I don’t know what I sound like when I’m asleep, but I hear I snore. I thought about trying to fake that, but I don’t know what I sound like snoring, either. My room mate does, and his girlfriend even complained about it too. I usually put in breathe-right strips, but that was another thing I forgot to do.

When I passed out on the porch, there was this one joke. I think it was on You Can’t Do That on Television, but it was “Wake Up!”

“What?”

“It’s time for your sleeping pill!”

Or something like that, you get the gist, but then she stopped rubbing my pantleg with her thumb, and felt down between my legs. I had one leg straight out, but the other one leaned up against the back of the couch.

I don’t think I ever actually crashed on the couch here before. We had guys come over, and crash on the couch because they’re too drunk to drive, but how much did I drink, last night?

I tried to look at the clock, over the TV but I couldn’t see it from there. Now wait, just a damned minute. I lay down on my side, with my arms up under my cheek. I don’t think I rolled over on my back, and I never wake up on my back. At least I don’t remember ever waking up like this, with or without my meds.

Maybe I wouldn’t remember, side effects may include temporary loss of memory, but that’s only if I take my pill.

I think, maybe she turned me over, and put my leg up like this, to get in my pants. I don’t know what the big deal is with party girls, but I always erred on the side of caution. I never once even seriously considered using them to date-rape, and I couldn’t even get it up for a passed out chick.

I’m in college, and that means parties, but I think I even had a chick pass out on me, and couldn’t keep it up. It’s too much like Necrophilia, I don’t want to hold a mirror up to her nose, so I can be sure she’s breathing, and I’m not a rapist.

I don’t just think that, I know it. it’s hard to have a good time, unless everyone’s having a good time, and if you rape a chick, she’s not having a good time. This though. Is that sexist? I don’t know, it’s not as if she’s raping me, but. Okay, assuming I pulled her panties out, and licked her pussy then.

What would be the point? She can’t feel it, but what kind of little Kogal cheerleader chick? Okay, she’s probably not a Kogal, but she kinda dresses like one, or some kinda schoolgirl. I can’t see her eyes, but that doesn’t look like Asian hair. She’s a brunette, but curly to wavy. Wavy on top, but curly on the bottom, just like.

“Huh?”

Her sister? She never wears her hair like this, nor dressed like this, but I don’t even know if she has a sister. Or this is some big sister/little sister sex fetish, or even if it’s some kind of fetish, but that outfit. I’m pretty sure that Naughty Schoolgirl/Girls Scout/Baby Sitter/Little Sister…

Cheerleader, um… I don’t know, you get the idea. It’s not my fetish, but I don’t really have a fetish. I don’t think, blowjobs aren’t a fetish, but this slow cock sucking, with lap rubbing, and ball. Fondling?

“Uh, huh!”

“Ngh!” Her tongue rubs me even harder, when she’s swallowing. “Nuh, huh!” I sat up without thinking about it, which pushed her head off, and my cock popped out before I even finished. “What the fuck?”

She giggled, and turned around. Snapped her fingers, and yeah. She looks like they could be sisters. “Does he ever sit up like this, or maybe sleep walk?”

“I don’t know.” I grabbed her hand, and said “What the fuck?” Afraid to even look over, and I don’t know why. Maybe I might see his cock when his girlfriend climbs off, but out of the corner of my eye, I see he has to pull his hands out of her dress.

“What the fuck is going on, who are you, her sister?”

I look up, but she’s got her dress pulled down. Her bra obviously loose, but looking back and forth. If they’re not sisters than one of them had plastic surgery to look a lot like her. That would have to be some kind of Single White Female trip, but I’m not even taking psychology any more, and if they covered that in High School psychology, I sure as hell don’t remember what you’d call it.

She giggled, and for some reason, it bothered me a little before when I was half awake, but now it was beyond annoying. I crawled back, and pulled my underwear up. Clutching the corners of my pants together, and digging out the zipper to pull up it.

They looked back, and forth.

“I don’t know,” finally I looked over at my room mate, and it was such a relief to see his pants closed up tight. His shirt still pulled up, but I hope he didn’t look at my dick. Limp, and most of my wad all over my shirt. “He usually locks the door, and sleeps in his bedroom, so maybe he’s a sleep walker.”

“No, I’m not a sleep walker, I’m wide awake, and somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“We better go.”

“Yeah, you mind?” His girlfriend stuck her back out, and held her hair up so her sister could buckle her bra through the back of her dress, and my room mate got up. Went in the kitchen, and came back with a beer, but they just left.

“Yeah, it’s actually a long story, but. The short version is she used to babysit us.”

“Your girlfriend, or her little sister, how old is she?”

“Now? She’s 19.” Well, I’d been out drinking with them before, so I knew his girlfriend was over 21. “She used to watch her little sister, so my mom asked her to keep an eye on me too.”

“Okay, well that doesn’t explain me waking up with her head in my lap, and.” I couldn’t stand the cum stained shirt, so I took it off, and threw it on the floor.

“Huh!” He rolled his eyes, “So, she used to molest me in my sleep, okay?”

“Your babysitter?”

“No, her little sister.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, she doesn’t even know, or she can’t explains it. She just thinks you’re cute, and peaceful looking when you’re asleep.”

“How many times has she done this to me?”

“None, you know you never sleep out here.”

“That’s because I usually take my sleeping pill, but a guy can’t pass out on the couch without. She used to molest you?” I still can’t believe I’m saying it, despite the fact that she just molested me in my sleep.

“Yeah, on nappy time.”

“Nap time, how old were you?”

“I don’t know, as long as I remember?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my mom says she started babysitting me before I started kindergarten. That’s why she needed a sitter, so she could go back to work.”

“So, let me get this straight. She molested you when, you’re.” I tried counting on my fingers, “A toddler?”

“No, I just said that I don’t remember, how old we were when we started playing nappy time. It was after school, so I must have started kindergarten, but other than that. As long as I can remember.”

“Okay, so were you playing “Nappy Time,” or was she molesting you?”

“Well, when I was asleep, I’m pretty sure that’s molesting you.”

“So, you let her molest me, and fucked her big sister, while I was passed out on the couch?”

“Yeah, man. I’m sorry, but it’s kinda hot.”

“Okay, yeah but.” I shook my head. “She’s nineteen, and. She’s been sucking dick since she was, maybe 4?” I’m not going to say it’s the best head I ever got, but probably a solid top 10, easily the longest, and hands down the freakiest.

“Oh, no. Not even man, she just played with my junk for years.”

“Okay, so she hadn’t been giving head for 15 years, then how long?”

“Maybe 10, or 11?”

“When she was 10, or 11, or 10 or eleven years?” She’s 19, so about half her life.

“About 10 years, nine 10, or 11 years.” He shrugged. “Look man, it’s not the sorta thing you write about.”

“Well,” I thought. “I guess when you’re a sexually active little boy, you wouldn’t.” I’d be scared my mom would find out, and I didn’t keep a diary. Dream journal, or anything like that, because I thought I heard that girls did that sorta stuff.

“I didn’t.”

I tried to think of a weirder story I ever read online, but you gotta admit it is the kind of story, some people write about…

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Just can’t stress this enough: This is FANTASY. IRL, there’s no such thing as a willing victim, it’s not right if he’s a boy, a man, he’s got a boner, orgasms, or buries it under years of denial. (I’m not a Victim, specifically. Some male victims can’t admit they’re victimized. Some female ones don’t either. I guess it’s some sort of subconscious Defense Mechanism.) This is sexual assault, and abuse. Irrespective of age, gender, or sexuality.

I just get turned on by the Role Reversal. (Also, the Psychoses he couldn’t remember from High School Psyche would be Foilles a Deux/Codependence, and Displacement stalking in the case of SWF. I seriously doubt any HS psyche 001 class covers any of them to any adequate degree. Also, he guessed 2/3 wrong to begin with.)

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