Geof was almost beside himself. Almost, but not quite. He
was the prisoner who had captured the hearts of nearly every one of his guards.
And there were many. He was also worried. He was not what is known as an
optimist. What's my name? My name is ...... Geof woke up with a start.
"Where am I?", a short pause, "Who are
you?", another pause, "Why don't you answer me?", anger at the
world, "What in hell is going on, idiot." The person sitting facing
the window stirred but did not answer.
"Shut up, ass hole." The words exploded into my
head with the force of a small bomb.
"Shit." was only thing I could think of to say.
Silence between my ears, "Thank You." I
thought.
"Your welcome," the voice was soft and feminine
this time.
"I hear the first sign of going crazy is when you
talk with yourself," I thought, then grinned at the silence just a bit
early.
"You're not talking, and neither am I, we're
thinking. And in case you hadn't noticed, we keep referring to each other as
YOU and I." The voice in my head lowered to a breath. "To be proper
however, we should say YOU and ME in the collective, and only use I for the
first person, singular."
"Oh Jesus, and a English grammar teacher to boot.
Why couldn't I come up with something a little more normal for my own private
invisible partner."
"I suppose," said the voice, "you'd prefer
I were built like the Bimbo you were dreaming of just a bit ago?"
"Only if she's made of flesh and blood, we don't
need a third at this party."
"What you mean is, You don't need a third party on
the line."
"No. Wait, Yea.. "
"Make up your mind."
"How am I supposed to do that? It's not my mind
anymore."
"You're wrong, you have your mind, and I have mine.
We're two entirely separate people."
I refused, or tried to refuse, to converse any further
with the Shit head and their Smart ass answers.
"In that case you are crazy because I'm not a Shit
head."
"Then you admit your a Smart ass?" I retorted,
ugh, thought, I think.
"Go back to sleep, your confusing me." the
voice advised.
"Easier said than done."
"Don't you remember our previous conversation, in
which I advised you to contain your emotions?"
"I'd really hoped that was just a bad dream."
"It was, but not yours."
"I'm so confused." I hoped the voice would go
away. This banter was beginning to sound..
"Yes, do go on." said the voice.
"I really think I should take your advice." I
thought.
"Which advice?" inquired the voice.
"That I should go back to sleep."
"And dream about the Bimbo?" asked the
irritating voice.
"Yes please, and dream about the Bimbo." I
should have said.
"But wouldn't you rather have the real thing?"
"Yes, of course, but you're just a dream."
"Think so, do you?" asked voice.
"What else am I supposed to think?" I inquired
"Ask the Bimbo." Said the voice. "Bye
now."
"Bye, no wait." I thought.
"For what? I have no desire to be your third in a
threesome. You may be kinky, but I only have a few wrinkles. Talk to you later.
Say hello to the Bimbo for me, OK?" droned the voice.
"Yeah sure, I'll say hello to the Bimbo."
The voice was gone, I think, maybe, for now.
"Only in your wildest wet dreams." the voice
giggled and rang off the line. I think.
Just then Tina came into the room. She waved the figure
in the chair out of the room and came to my side.
Tina smiled as she looked into my face and then checked
to see if the rest of me was still attached.
"I was worried." Tina said. "I heard you
passed out from the strain of all those women."
"I wouldn't be so embarrassed if that were true but
it's not. All I know is, I was standing there listening to Sandy tell the best
fish story I ever heard, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in this bed
with some voice in my head making ..."
"The voice?" Tina prompted.
"Yes a voice. It was talking to me just before I
passed out, and was still talking to me just now when I woke up." I paused
and tried to figure it out, but there was no solution I could see.
"Did you talk with the voice?" asked Tina.
"Yes."
"What did you talk about?"
"Dreams and things." I replied.
"What else?" Tina pressed.
"Oh let me think." I paused and Tina waited as
I gathered my thoughts.
Finally I started from the beginning. "Right after I
went down the stairs last night I..."
Tina interrupted, "It was night before last. You've
been out for about forty hours now. That's why I was worried."
It took me a while to absorb that little piece of
information completely. Finally I started again, a little more slowly.
"As I was saying, after we parted and I went down
the stairs to the women's floor, night before last, I ran straight into Sandy.
She made some comments to me about how I'd enjoyed the best sex of my life with
her and that if I didn't support her story I wasn't going to like the
consequences.
"When she'd made her point, she went into the living
room. I didn't follow as quickly as I should have, because I was in sort of a
shock as the only concubine I hadn't liked being with was her. It just didn't
make sense to me and I moved very slowly as I approached the living room.
"I remember I'd just said a small prayer in my head
and this voice in my head started talking to me. It's hard to believe but I
really talked, I mean thought, with the voice for a while. I walked into the living
room and Sandy had the other four eating up this story about our sexual
harmony.
"It made me both angry and mad to hear her say what
she was saying. It was total bull shit and I knew it. The voice kept telling me
not to loose my head, then that I was wrong to get mad but I had every right
to, and so on and so forth.
"I told the voice to fuck off because I wasn't going
to let the bitch lie like that. The voice cut in, said good night, and I woke
up here talking to the same voice.
I shook my head. Why were things getting worse instead of
better. I looked at Tina as I continued to think about this weird world of
women. Two days ago I'd asked myself what was wrong with the picture. Today I
would have asked what was wrong with the world.
"When I woke up the voice was talking to me. At
first I thought there was someone here, but the only other person in the room
was Flow, and she was just sitting there. We talked, I mean the voice and I.
Anyway the voice kept prodding at me so I finally told it to go fuck itself, or
something like that.
I took a breath, then continued. "The voice made
some wise crack at that, so I called it a Smart ass." I stopped and pulled
Tina to me. All I wanted was a hug but she slipped her hand under my blankets
and ran it over my stomach and chest, while she teased my nipples. She made
circles on my belly, while I just laid there and felt the wonderful sensations
as if they were an absolutely new experience.
Tina was sitting on the bed now, lazily dallying her
fingers in my pubic hair, "Go on," she coaxed in her lazy sort of
lilt.
"Well, It really got ridicules as the voice and I
tested each other. It told me to go to sleep and I said easier said than done.
The voice reminded me of how I went to sleep in the living room, so I backed
off on that topic.
I stopped and looked at Tina, "I really don't
remember the order of things. I remember bits and pieces, but there isn't any
continuity to it."
Tina told me it didn't matter because I was doing well to
remember any of the conversation with the voice at all. "Just tell me what
you do remember."
"At one point I told the voice I wanted to go back
to sleep. The voice made fun of me saying I wanted to go back to my dream about
the Bimbo. I still don't remember if I was dreaming or not, or about what, so I
just agreed, Yes the bimbo. Then the voice asked if I wouldn't really rather
have the real thing. I told it sure, as long as the real thing meant flesh and
blood.
"That damned voice had the gall to tell me it could
conjure up the Bimbo of my dreams, and that really set me off. I was just about
to tell it where to get off when it said it was leaving as the Bimbo was almost
here and it didn't like group sex.
Tina had worked my cock into a rather heated state as I
talked about the voice. She brought me back to here and now, as her body moved
over mine and she caught my cock in her hungry pussy. I gasped as I realized
the shock of her pussy and her hand found my nipples and pinched them both at
the same time so hard I rose up to meet her face to face as she sat on my cock
and let her arms slip around my neck.
We sat there like that for a time, then she kissed me
hard and long. I could feel my body responding to her attention. Tina felt so
wonderful as she sat on my cock while she rubbed me all and over pinched me in
places I didn't know could be pinched. She took me to the space inside space as
she rode me to my climax.
I was trying to stay with her, but could feel myself
fading, and finally she was forced to stop because my cock simply wouldn't stay
in her. Tina laughed at my dysfunction of the moment and lay her head on my
shoulder, while her fingers went back to drawing figures on my skin. She was
ready to mount me for the second time, when she stopped and brought her face
close to my ear and whispered into it.
"So, I'm a Bimbo am I?"
I froze in place, "I never said that!"
"Yes you did, You told the voice you wanted the
Bimbo in your dreams, but you wanted her in flesh and blood."
"Yes, but "
"So here I am, In flesh and blood, the Bimbo of your
dreams. Lets make them wet!"
I went off like a rocket, then we slept forever, until I
woke up.
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