Fear of Flying?

“You haven’t forgotten your promise, have you, Hailey?”

My best friend Jessica grinned at me as I turned to look at her, playfully flipping her off as I did.

“Ooh, somebody’s cranky!”

“Well, what is it, 5am? And we were up until what, 2am? Yeah, I guess I’m a little cranky. Plus my friend keeps reminding me what I agreed to last night.”

“Oh, well, forget it. With your luck, it’ll probably be some little old lady.”

We both giggled, and started picking up our bags as we heard over the airport PA system that our flight was ready to board.

Sorry, let me give you a little background. Jessica and I had been best friends since we were little kids, and most recently, had been college roomates. That is, until yesterday, when we’d walked across that stage to collect our diplomas. Today, we were off on a trip my grandparents had surprised me with as a graduation present - an all-expenses-paid week in Hawaii.

It had been a whirlwind afternoon and night, packing, making arrangements to go away on such short notice. And then there was our sudden realization of the fact that neither of us had ever been on a plane. A few glasses of wine later, Jessica was fine with that, but I was still nervous. Maybe that’s what happened when you’d never been on a plane and you’d watched the movie ‘Airplane’ a few too many times. Those jokes were funny as long as you didn’t have to actually, well, fly.

That was when Jessica came up with a creative new method for overcoming a fear of flying.

“How about this, Hailey. I’ve got an idea to get your mind off the flight. Promise me, if there’s a hot guy seated next to us, you’ll give him a blow job.”

“What? That’s ridiculous! I could never do anything like that!”

“Oh, really? I’ve seen you bring home a guy on the first date, how’s this any different?”

“Jeez, it was just the one time, am I never going to live that down?” Sometimes having a friend who knew everything about you could really come back to bite you.

She laughed. “You have to admit, thought, it’s gotten your mind off of flying, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, really! OK, fine, I promise. If there’s a hot guy seated next to us, I’ll be all over him.”

So, that brings us back to that morning, working our way onto the plane, down the aisle past first class and into the zoo that was coach. I looked up at the seat numbers as I walked, slowly, stuck behind an extended family with little kids and older relatives to get seated before I could move on. Ah, finally, I thought to myself as I saw row 36 appear just ahead. Let’s see, which direction was it, right or left?

And that’s when I saw him. In the window seat, 36A, just next to the empty seat which I soon realized was mine. His handsome face was the first thing I saw, chiseled features and tan skin with just a hint of travelers’ stubble. I guessed he was in his early 40s, and quickly assumed from his finely-tailored suit and the laptop on the tray in front of him that he must be traveling on business. He looked up when he sensed my presence, smiled, and moved his jacket off my seat. I blushed as his deep blue eyes met mine, and sat down.

Jessica snickered as she took her seat across the aisle from me. I looked past her to see - no joke - a little old lady seated next to her. Some luck.

“You sure you don’t want to trade?”

“Hell no, Hailey, I can’t wait to see how this one turns out!”

The hot guy had gone back to working on his laptop, and did so without looking back at me until the plane finally got ready for take-off and the pilot gave instructions for people to turn off electronic devices. At about the same time, any thought of my naughty promise to Jessica had left me, and I was back to worrying about plummeting from the sky.

My neighbor must have sensed my tension, as I felt his hand on my arm and heard his voice for the first time, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, um, yeah. Just my first time flying, that’s all.”

“Well, don’t worry. I fly all the time, and it really is true what they say, that you’re safer in an airplane than on the highway. My name’s Jeremy, by the way.” He reached out his hand, and as I shook it, I noticed that my hands were cold and my knuckles were white from clutching the seat. Yikes, I really did need to find a way to relax.

“I’m Hailey. And over there,” I said, pointing across the aisle, “is my best friend Jessica.”

“Nice to meet you, Hailey. So, what brings you and Jessica to Hawaii?”

The story spilled out of me - from graduation, to my grandparents, to how long I’d known Jessica and what good friends we were, to what my major was, to why it was that I’d never flown before. By the time I stopped talking, I realized that we were in the air, levelled off, and cruising comfortably.

“Wow, Hailey, that’s a bundle of nerves you brought with you this morning. Are you feeling more relaxed now?”

“Yes. Um, thanks for listening! Sorry, I should let you get back to work.”

I knew I’d take shit from Jessica, but I just didn’t have the nerve to go through with it. I certainly wasn’t a prude, but I also wasn’t the type to proposition complete strangers.

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’d much rather get to know you better. I’m usually seated next to some little old lady on these flights. Or even worse, a businessman like myself. You’re a breath of fresh air!”

I blushed again. I glanced over at Jessica, and though she was pretending to read her book, I saw a smile form on her face and could immediately tell that she was listening to our whole conversation.

“Here, Hailey,” Jeremy said, getting my attention back, “take a look out the window, it really is quite a view from up here.”

I leaned over him to look out the window, but quickly jumped back at the view, my fear of flying momentarily coming back. But he gently grabbed my shoulder, encouraging me to give it another try, and pointed out specific things for me to look at, until I relaxed again and realized it really was pretty cool to look down from this altitude.

“Would you excuse me for a second, Jeremy?”

“Certainly.”

I stood up, motioned to Jessica for her to follow me, and walked towards the back of the plane, pretending to head to the bathroom.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered once we were out of his earshot.

“I knew it, chicken! Come on, this is supposed to be a trip just for us to celebrate - why don’t you live a little!”

“But he’s, like, a really nice guy. He’s actually the kind of guy I’d want to get involved with, if he weren’t, you know, twice my age.”

“Why can’t you just admit you’re chicken? I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it.”

How was it that Jessica always knew what button to push, without me even knowing she was pushing it?
“Oh, really? That’s what you think? Just watch me.”

We walked back to our seats, and I flashed Jessica a determined look before turning back towards Jeremy.

“So, sorry again to talk your ear off before. But it really did help me relax. Thanks for being willing to listen.”

“Hailey, it was completely my pleasure. You have a lovely voice, even if you were babbling just a bit.”

He winked, and I knew this was my opportunity.

“You up for another story?”

“Sure...”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me how this one is going to end. See, now that I’ve managed to get on a plane, there’s something else I’d like to see if I can do as well.”

“Oh, really? What’s that?”

I leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear, “I told myself that if I happened to be seated next to a hot guy on this flight, that I’d seduce him and give him a blow job.”

Trembling with excitement, I leaned back into my seat, awaiting his reaction.

He put his hand on mine, and whispered in my ear this time, “I think that can be arranged. Listen carefully.”

He proceeded to give me detailed instructions, about how I should get out of my seat as nonchalantly as possible, walk around to the bathroom on the other aisle, close and lock the door, and wait for two minutes, after which time he would join me. I was only to open the door when I heard a specific knock, which he demonstrated by tapping on my arm. While waiting for him, I was to strip down to my bra and panties.

I tried to borrow some of Jeremy’s calm demeanor as I followed his instructions. I walked, as slowly as my racing pulse would let me, to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and quickly stripped. I didn’t know until that moment, when I was surprised to see myself in reflection, that airplane bathrooms had mirrors. I admired my body for a moment, 5’7” of tan, fit, 22-year-old hottie, with long wavy blonde hair and big blue eyes. I realized how lucky it was that I’d chosen a sexy, matching red bra and panty set, when it would have been just as easy not to as I rushed to get dressed that morning.

This thought was interrupted by the knock I was waiting for. I opened the door just a crack at first, to make sure it really was him, before letting him join me in the tiny space. No more words or foreplay were required, as I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and let them fall to the floor before sitting down on the covered toilet seat and spreading his legs.

I began stroking his shaft with one hand and playing with his balls with the other, and he quickly grew hard in my hands. He reached down and gently weaved his fingers through my hair, forming it into a ponytail, and slowly pressed me down onto his cock, keeping my lips just on the tip for a few moments, before pushing more and more of his length into my mouth.

We found a rhythm and kept it up for a few minutes, Jeremy tugging at my hair to control my speed up and down, up and down, on his long, hard, cock. Just about the time I would have expected some of my old boyfriends to shoot their load, he pulled out of my mouth, and whispered for me to suck on his balls.

I eagerly did so, using both hands and mouth to play with him as he reached down and squeezed my tits. He held his cock back against his torso and hissed at me to look up at him with my big blue eyes as I sucked and licked and fondled. After a few more minutes of this focused attention on his balls, he once again forced himself deep into my throat, holding me down for what seemed like an eternity before letting me up for air.

“Good girl,” he whispered, “Now, are you sure a blow job was all you had in mind for me?”

“Um, well,” I replied with a wink, “it sounds like maybe you have a proposal I should consider?”

“I would really, really, like to fuck you. How does that sound?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

“Are you wet?”

“Unbelievably wet.”

“Stand up, I want to feel just how wet you are.”

I did as I was told, the blood rushing back to my lower legs as I stood up. He remained seated, and pushed my legs apart, his hands exploring my inner thighs for a few moments before reaching up to push aside my panties and feel my wetness.

I arched my back in pleasure as his fingers found my clit, and then found their way inside my pussy. He finger-fucked me for a few minutes before suddenly pulling out of me and grabbing me by the hips to pull me down onto him. Perhaps sensing that I was about to cry out, he forced his fingers - covered in my own juices - into my mouth. I remained motionless for a little while, before allowing myself to begin riding him, slowly at first, then gradually with more abandon.

Again amazed at his stamina, I was shocked when he pulled out of me just as most guys I’d been with would have been reaching their climax.

“You should really turn around, Hailey,” he whispered, “so that you can see what I’m seeing.”

I remembered the mirror, and eagerly did as he suggested. I stood up, turned around and once again straddled his legs so that I could lower myself onto him. The mirror wasn’t long enough that I could see him penetrate me, but it was thrilling to watch myself as I rode him - even more so after he freed my tits from my bra and reached around me to pinch my nipples before once again freeing them to bounce as I moved up and down, up and down, up and down.

It was then that I came - more powerfully than I ever had before - and once again had to rely on his big, strong hands over my mouth to keep from crying out and revealing to all the passengers in the rear of the plane that I was at the peak of my climax.

After I came, I realized he still hadn’t, and leaned back into him, whispering in his ear, “god, that was amazing. Tell me what I can do for you, anything...”

“Just stand up, Hailey, I’ll do the rest.”

I quickly stood up, and he followed, spooning me from behind in the tiny space. He forced my legs apart and thrust into me from behind. From this standing position, the mirror now provided a tantalizing view of my full torso and down to my upper thighs, so that I could watch him pound into me with each aggressive thrust.

His eyes met mine in the mirror as he reached around and held me by the hips to better control his motions inside of me, and I was amazed to find that I was quickly approaching a second climax - yet again, something I’d never experienced before. I’d never found my own body so sexy as I did in this moment, crammed into an impossibly small and uncomfortable space and yet completely enthralled as I watched my tits bounce with each powerful thrust of his big cock deep into my tight, wet pussy.

I reached down and shifted one of his hands to my clit, and he obliged, rubbing furiously as he began fucking me even harder and faster, clearly close to his own climax. I came almost immediately under this intense stimulation, my pussy clenching and throbbing around his cock and spurring him on as he finally jerked and shot his load deep inside of me.

He continued pushing in and out, slower and more gently now, until we gradually eased down to nothing, before finally pulling out of me and helping us both to get dressed and presentable once again. We quickly decided that he would leave the bathroom first and return to his seat, and that I would follow a few minutes later.

I can hardly describe the look that Jessica gave me when I finally settled back in my seat, but suffice it to say, she was thoroughly shocked, not only that I went through with it, but that we were gone for so long and looked so satisfied when we returned.

"You were amazing, Hailey. I'm glad you seduced me," Jeremy said with a wink.

I giggled. "You were pretty amazing yourself, Jeremy!"

"So, where are you and Jessica staying on the island?"

I pulled the paper showing our itinerary out of my bag. Jeremy smiled.

"We might as well share a cab."

"Really, are you close?"

He paused before answering, "Same hotel, actually."

"Wow." I turned to Jessica, and said, "it's going to be quite a week..."

My Study Abroad Dream

As I stepped out into the street, the heat of midday hit me hard, immediately making it seem hard to breathe. I’d read about heat like this, but never actually experienced it until today. But I didn’t care, I was finally here!

“Kirsten, I can’t believe you’re wearing that sundress, don’t you remember what they told us, you know, about what’s considered acceptable attire here?”

Those words were spoken by my best friend Jessica, who was not just my roommate for the summer but also the only person I knew in this strange new country. As she followed me out of the hotel where we’d spent the night after our long flight the day before, I turned back towards her and flashed her a mischievous smile.

“Come on, Jessica, it’s so hot! Plus, we’re only going out for a few minutes. I’ll change into something more conservative before we go to meet our host family, I promise.”

“And I bet you didn’t put on any sunscreen, either - you’ll be burned after just one day here!”

“What are you, my mother?”

We looked at each other and burst into laughter. We were both so excited to be so far away from home - it was a first for both of us after a fairly sheltered suburban childhood, and we fully intended to make the most of the experience. Jessica and I had known each other since we were little, were roommates now that we were students at State U, and now, the summer after our freshman year, had signed up for the same study-abroad experience.

I could barely take in all of the foreign sights, sounds, and smells as we walked down the street towards the open market, which looked even more amazing than it had in the photographs we’d seen from home. Jessica immediately got out her camera and started snapping pictures, but I decided that there’d be plenty of time for that later, and just strolled up the street, catching what I could of the conversations and admiring the various crafts for sale in each booth.

After a few minutes, I turned to say something to Jessica and realized that she was no longer at my side. After a moment of nervousness, I caught a glimpse of her several yards away, engrossed in a conversation with a local, and realized it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we parted ways - we could certainly both find our way back to the hotel.

I turned back in the direction I’d been walking, and something caught my attention. At the end of the street, a couple of young men were quite obviously robbing one of the booths, and a frightened old woman was huddled in the corner, clutching what she could of her belongings. Even though I’d been warned during our orientation meetings back home that we should be watchful for street crimes, I was shocked to see something so obvious happen in broad daylight, and even more shocked that nobody seemed to be doing anything about it.

One of the robbers even looked in my direction, looked me up and down, and smiled, before running off down the street. That did it, I needed to get help, especially now that I’d seen the culprit’s face so clearly. I looked around in hopes of seeing someone in a position of authority to whom I could report the crime. I ran to a corner, looked to my right down a narrow street, and spotted the police station - another familiar sight from orientation pictures.

I practiced the Spanish in my head on the way there, so I’d be prepared. “Ayuda, alguien esta siendo robado!”, which, I was pretty sure, meant, “Help, someone is being robbed!”

I ran up the steps of the old building, opened the door, and said out loud what I’d been repeating silently in my head. “Ayuda, alguien esta siendo robado!”

My words had no effect on the sultry room. There were five officers in the room. One had his feet up on his desk and was enjoying a cigar. Two others were engrossed in a conversation over some paperwork. The other two were playing an animated game of cards.

I repeated myself, louder this time. After a pause, the cigar-smoking officer got up, walked towards me with a smile, and took my hand, leading me down a hallway into a small room, motioned for me to sit down, and shut the door behind us, sitting down across from me, an old wooden table between us.

I wanted to urge him to follow me outside, to catch the thieves red-handed, as I was sure they were still in the neighborhood, but my three quarters of college Spanish failed me. I sat there, mute, waiting for him to start questioning me. Even if he couldn’t catch them right away, I told myself, at least I could give my statement, and describe the culprit.

The officer didn’t say anything at first, taking a few more puffs on his cigar as he looked me up and down. I suddenly felt very insecure in my surroundings, especially given my weakness with the language. I realized there was one question I could ask him with my meager vocabulary:

“Hablas inglés?”

He seemed irritated at the question, and began speaking very quickly in Spanish, using words I couldn’t understand. Even the words I did recognize moved far too quickly for me to make any sense of why he seemed suddenly so angry. I didn’t understand what was happening. Didn’t understand a thing. Wait, that was another phrase I knew how to say, and I just managed to fit it in as he took a breath:

“No entiendo?”

He stopped his verbal barrage, stood up, walked around the table, and once again took my hand. Thinking it was a friendly gesture, I put my hand in his, and he pulled me to my feet. He gripped my hand firmly, pulled my arm behind my back, grabbed my other arm and did the same, and before I knew what was happening, he had me handcuffed. I tried to turn to face him, but he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and kept me in place. His hot, sweaty hands began to rudely, roughly move over my body, easily finding their way into my sundress. Just as I tried to scream, he put one hand firmly over my mouth, and in my helpless state with my arms behind my back, I could do nothing to stop him from what he did next.

He pushed me down onto the table, my breasts squeezed painfully against the hard wood, forced my legs apart with his feet, and pushed my dress up to my waist. He fumbled for a moment, his hand still over my mouth, but managed to unzip his pants, a tear escaping the corner of my eye as I did my best to prepare myself for what was coming.

I wanted to fight, but somehow I also knew that if I did fight, it might just be more painful for me. He tore my panties completely off in one aggressive motion, and pounded into me, hard. When I cried out, what should have been a scream but what was muffled by his hand into just a small whimper. I tried again to relax, to think of something else, and found some solace in the belief that this man’s vulgar view of sexuality was probably matched by a lack of stamina.

The tears streaming down my face now, dripping down to the desk below, I felt him begin to jerk, before shooting his load deep inside of me. He pulled out, pulled me up to a standing position, and made me watch as he walked to the other side of the table, used my torn panties to clean off his cock, and tossed them to the corner of the room before zipping up again.

Without another word, he opened the door, and led me down another hallway, down a flight of stairs, and now down a darker hallway and finally into a cell, closing the door before motioning for me to come towards him so that he could undo the handcuffs, and then turned and quickly walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

And what a mess of thoughts they were. For a moment, they returned to the robbery I’d witnessed, the event that had led me here, and I rehearsed the Spanish in my head once again, trying to figure out if I’d said something horribly wrong to the officer. Then I became aware of the pain between my legs, my pussy sore from being pounded raw. I wasn’t a virgin, but I also wouldn’t call myself experienced, and had certainly never been treated so roughly.

I paced around the cell, remembering what Jessica had said about my sundress. Could that have been it? Was I dressed in a way that was considered inappropriate in this culture? I looked down at myself, through the tears and past the dirty handprints which stained the fabric. Back home on campus, this dress, and my body in it, would certainly have attracted attention, but would never have been an invitation for rape.

The fabric was light blue, matching my big blue eyes and bringing out their color even more intensely than usual. The thin shoulder straps were snug against my skin, and the top was perfectly fitted around my C-cup breasts and firm, flat stomach, before the skirt filled out, leaving my tight ass and sexy thighs to the imagination - that is, to anyone who didn’t rudely take me from behind without warning. My long blonde hair, which I usually wore up when in class back home, was down today, cascading down over my shoulders and down my back. No, there was nothing wrong with how I looked.

I massaged my tender wrists, which still showed the marks of the handcuffs, and tried to think of what I could say, what I could do, do get myself out of this mess. Just as I tried to think of what to say to another officer, to explain what the first one had done to me, I heard footsteps coming towards the cell.

As soon as the man came into view, I recognized him as another of the officers I’d seen when I first arrived at the station. When we made eye contact, I immediately burst into tears and began explaining, in a peculiar mix of fluent English and very bad Spanish, what the first officer had done to me. He entered the cell, shut the cell door behind him, sat next to me on the cot, and did his best to comfort me until I calmed down.

I began to relax and let my guard down as he brought his hand to my face, gently pushing my disheveled hair out of my face and wiping away my tears with a handkerchief. But it wasn’t long before my sense of well-being vanished. His hand dropped from my face to my chest, and he tore the fabric of my dress to expose my bra, which he promptly pushed out of the way to expose my naked breasts.

I screamed for help, who knows in what language at this point, but I also knew very well that nobody could hear me. As I’d been led to this cell, I’d noticed that the walls of this old building were thick stone. My voice hoarse already, I decided to give up the attempt to be heard, and once again, put my energies towards making this unpleasant encounter go as quickly as possible.

He was playing with my tits vigorously with one hand while the other worked to tear apart the remainder of my dress, exposing me completely to his rude advances. He pushed me down onto the cot as he forced several fingers of one hand into my pussy. I moaned in pain, still raw from the last encounter, but was also thankful that it was just his fingers. I closed my eyes and relaxed as much as possible, willing my body to create lubrication to ease the pain.

He suddenly let go of my breasts, and I realized that he was now stroking himself as he continued to finger-fuck me. When he did finally shift from his fingers to his cock, it was only a few seconds before he came, pulling out of me just before he did to shoot his load all over my stomach. By the time I opened my eyes, he was gone, and I was once again alone.

It was now that I realized there would be no help for me, at least not until all five of these officers had their turn. Any hope that there was just one rogue cop who I could report to the others was gone, and I knew all I could do was make the remaining time go as quickly as possible, before finding some way to escape from this hell.

Before long, I heard footsteps once again, but this time there were clearly more than one set. I curled up on the cot and waited as the footsteps grew louder. I looked up to see all three of the other officers standing outside the cell. One entered, shutting the door behind him, as the other two remained in the corridor, watching.

The officer in the cell with me smiled down at me as he unzipped his fly and exposed himself, then grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees on the floor, pushing his cock into my mouth. The others laughed as he began fucking my mouth, wrapping his dark fingers through my long blonde hair to maintain complete control of my motions, and spending several minutes pounding into me, deep into my throat.

He pulled out of my mouth and tugged my hair so that I was forced to look up at him, before slapping my face firmly, forcing tears from the corners of my big, blue eyes. The other cops laughed again, and one of them decided to take his turn, joining his partner in the cell with me.

The three men spoke to each other in quick, breathless Spanish, and I was once again unable to follow more than just a few words. The first man pulled me off my knees, pushed the cot towards the edge of the cell, and pushed me down onto it, pressing my face against the cell bars. The man who had just entered the cell unzipped and began fondling himself, before climbing onto the cot behind me and plowing into me from behind.

The third man, who remained in the corridor, had long since dropped his pants to the floor, and now stepped up to the cell bars, reached in to grab me by the hair, and forced himself into my mouth, through the bars, relying on his friend inside the cell to force me down onto his cock each time he plowed into me from behind.

The two men in the cell with me began taking turns in my pussy, time after time until I lost track of who was who or how many times they had entered me. All the while, the third man continued to fuck my mouth and throat from outside the cell, before pulling out and entering the cell himself.

The men pulled me up off the cot and laughed as they talked once again amongst themselves. There seemed to be some disagreement for a moment about what to do next, until one of them made a decision. He pushed me down onto the cot, on my back this time, and pulled my hands over my head, handcuffing my wrists outside the cell bars.

The men now began taking turns - one at the edge of the cot, pounding fast into my pussy; another kneeling next to the cot, giving my nipples and my clit rough attention; and the third holding my head up by the hair so that I could watch all that was happening to me.

I fought it with all my strength, but I have to admit that my body began to respond under this intense stimulation, which just led me to cry once again. When the men noticed this, they laughed again and pushed me even harder, giving me no break save when they switched positions.

I’d lost track of which man was which after they’d traded off multiple times, until finally one of them reached his climax, pulling out of me and rushing to my side to shoot his load all over my tits. The other two men now increased their intensity, one jumping to the end of the cot to pound into me again, the other kneading my breasts with the hot, sticky cum.

After a few moments, the man inside of me jerked and pulled out to cover the rest of my torso with yet more cum. The last man, who I now realized was the most well-endowed, now entered me for what I hoped would be the last go-around. As he pounded me mercilessly, the others prodded me towards the climax they wanted to see, focusing all their attention on my tits and clit once again.

I was finally fatigued enough that I had no choice but to give up my battle of wills and give in to their attention. I screamed and squirmed beneath their hands as the big man continued to pound away at my now quite wet pussy. My muscles clenched around his cock as I came, crying out with an expression of my reluctant physical pleasure. He pulled out a moment later and walked around the cot to shoot his load all over my face, and I understood just enough Spanish this time to follow that the men took huge pleasure from watching his cum drip from my blonde hair and get in my big blue eyes.

Paying me no further attention once they zipped up, the men left, locking the cell once again before their footsteps disappeared down the long hallway. My thoughts raced once again, then disappeared into a blur of exhaustion. When I woke, I was shocked at myself that I could fall asleep after such an ordeal. What had happened to my plans to escape?

The room was completely dark. I realized I could move my arms, so they must have released me from the handcuffs. I felt my body, and instead of a sweat-drenched nakedness, I found fabric that felt just like my pajamas from home. What? Had they taken the time to dress me, yet left me in the cell?

Confused, I pulled myself up, only to feel my head pound with a horrible headache. Well, that makes sense. I stayed in that position, holding my head, until I once again heard footsteps coming down the hall. Then, a familiar voice.

“Kirsten, aren’t you up yet? We’re going to miss our flight!”

“Jessica?”

“Yeah, who’d you expect?”

“Woah, um, well, nevermind. Guess I just had a whopper of a bad dream. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Told you not to have that last glass of wine. Hey, let’s go, I’m so frickin’ excited to start this trip!”

“Yeah, me too. I’m sure it’ll be something we’ll never forget, beyond our wildest dreams!”