She was certain that what she had dreamt was somehow real, but it was hard to take it in.Ever since puberty hit her Beverly had been subject to the dr...ams, it made no difference whether she was awake of asleep they could come over her at a moments notice. Her parents had referred her to a psychiatrist who had taught her how to concentrate to keep the dreams at bay, the woman had encouraged Beverly to write up each dream after she had experienced it so that the doctor could help her make sense. Since I was very close, my eyes saw clearly. What they saw was a decidedly curvy and very feminine ass. She was wet and gleaming and (now that my heart had stopped pounding in my ears) I heard her humming a rock hit from a decade or so before. I continued to watch as she turned to rinse the shampoo from her auburn hair. I took in the front view: Nicely rounded, if slightly sagging, tits, a rounded (but still sexy) belly, and a cloud of auburn hair that covered the pouty split peach between her. Sheila Tuttle from Western High.”“Oh? You like her, don’t you?”“Yeah. How can you tell?”“The way you said her name. How did you meet her?”“We’d played Western High and won. I’d had to have my ankle wrapped after the game and I was one of the last ones to leave the locker room. I walked around the corner and literally bumped into her. I put my arms around her to keep her from falling down. I don’t know. I guess it was the way she looked at me. I kissed her. She kissed me. Old Carl, the equipment. They’re just looking out for me and curious why I finally found this guy and who he is.’ ‘Don’t worry, Elly. I can handle myself.’ ‘I know you can and you did. I just wanted to say thanks. I didn’t actually think it would be that bad. But I was surprised once I heard the ladies talking.’ ‘Did I pass?’ ‘Not that I make decisions through them, but yes. My parents especially thought you were great.’ ‘I really like them too, Elly.’ ‘Good.’ ‘They’re great.’ ‘You’re in trouble, though. Once we have.