2 Is Dream Sex the same as Awake Sex?

"Yes, professor?" She asked, her brain desperately recalling everything he had said during the lesson, determined to not be caught out in her own dream. The professor smiled at her, his eyes piercing into her as he strode towards the door. As the last student left, he pushed the door shut. 

"Did I do something wrong, Professor?" she asked again nervously. The way the man looked at her made her feel uneasy; she felt like a meal on the plate just waiting to be gobbled up.

"Have we gone back to this?" The professor grinned, his teeth glinting in the light. He turned from her and walked over to his desk, "I've got to your papers here." He pulled out a sealed brown envelope.

Robin sighed internally in relief; he obviously just had some notes on her latest essay. She walked towards him, his hazel eyes not shifting from her for a second. He looked like he was ready to swallow her whole.

As she reached out to take the papers from him, he quickly clasped his hand around her arm and pulled her in close to him; with his warm breath on her ear, he whispered. "I have not stopped thinking about you, all I want is all of you..." Robin, who had been in shock, managed to grasp her senses as she felt his warm lips crease hers in a teasing way.

"Professor!!" she said, pushing herself away from him; his grasp had been loose as he'd hardly expected the girl to run. Her whole face was blushed, but before the man had a chance to react, she turned around and sprinted for the door, gleeful that the teacher had not locked it.

The dream was wild, but Robin had no intention of indulging in some teacher-student fantasy. Her brain was so tied up in thoughts of how sweet her professor had felt and how soft his lips had been against her that she didn't notice the figures in front of her as she sped through the corridors of the university. 

CRASH! Robin hit the ground hard, her body flying back from the force of the immovable figure in front of her; the figure stood strong and barely moved.

"I'm so sorry," Robin said, out of breath her cheeks still pink from early; she looked up into cold eyes staring down at her and gasped. The man was by far the most attractive man she had ever seen; he had thick dark hair that looked soft and slightly windswept, and he was wearing a dark navy suit. Although with all his beauty, there was something about him that seemed scary and unsettling about the man. 

She knew instantly that bumping into this gentleman was a huge mistake. He stared down at her his eyes brimming with indifference, as he took the shellshocked lady in. 

"Miss Giggs, would you please watch where you are going?" a short man yelled from behind the gentleman. "I am so sorry, Mr. Caldwell, this is one of our brightest students! She usually isn't like this. Miss Giggs, would you please stop gapping and move on."

Robin, who was still trying to recover from the bump, realized that she was gapping at the beautiful man; she stared up at Mr. Caldwell, his pale blue eye unmoving from her. "I'm sorry," she muttered. The man didn't reply; he just continued to stare.

As Robin got up from the floor, she bowed her head quickly at the man before making her way out of the school at a brisk pace, but not a run she didn't want to crash into anyone else!

'Rude. He could of at least acknowledged my apology!' She thought to herself, unable to unburn the gentleman's eyes out of her memory. 

This was a very odd dream, she thought to herself. As she approached the gate, she heard her name being called out; looking around, she spotted Ryan standing next to a sporty red car; the roof was pulled down. There was a bunch of mess of papers in the back of the car; she smiled softly. Everything about Ryan was a little messy. 

Robin felt a warm arm around her shoulders, giving her a tight squeeze. "What are you waiting for? Jump in!?

Robin hesitated but then jumped in the car; this had been one crazy dream so far, and she wondered where else it would lead.

The drive was quick; Ryan barely spoke a word; he seemed focused on taking the tiniest streets he could find. "No one's home, are they?" Ryan asked. Robin looked confused; she didn't know if anyone was home because she didn't know who she lived with apart from Ivy. Ryan looked at Robins's surprised face and continued, "I'm going to take that as a no!" 

Ryan confidently led her inside; Ryan had been at her place before, which made sense to Robin; he was her brother, of course! His behaviour was odd, though; he walked around the flat, knocking on doors and peaking around them.

"What are you doing?" Robin chuckled, wondering if this was just a bit that her brother pulled often like he was a private detective or something. 

"Making sure the place is empty", he replied in a low whisper, peeking around the bathroom door. 

Robin released her. Ryan wasn't joking; she straightened up inside. Was this dream a horror dream? Was something out to get her? "Why?" she asked, her voice quivering a bit. 

"You know why," He chuckled, striding towards her until he stood opposite her with a twinkle in his eyes "Something is different with you today," he murmured, tucking a hair behind her ear; his hand was warm on her cheek, and Robin again felt her face flush. 

She bit her lip slightly, why was her dream brother so hot! The more she studied him, however, she realised that he looked entirely different to her – why hadn't she noticed before? Perhaps little sis was just a cute nickname! However, she couldn't get over the feeling of double-checking!

"You aren't my brother, are you?" She mumbled, looking at him hopefully. She was watching his lips move softly as he breathed. His eyes widened with shock, which answered her question before he did. 

"Of course not, Robin; I mean, I could be if that's what you're into." he grinned again, his face moving closer to hers. Robin shook her head vigorously; no, she was not into that! She felt his breath on her lips; it was warm and inviting, and she took the plunge, sealing their lips together. She felt every part of her skin pimple. 

'What was I doing before I fell asleep? I don't think I've ever had such raunchy dreams, ' Robin thought to herself. Slowly, she felt Ryan's arms move down her body, stroking her as he did so; she felt her arms loop around his neck, her fingers weaving their way through his messy hair; his soft lips didn't leave her for a second as if they had been their permanently; it was the most extended kiss she had ever had. Suddenly, Ryan's arms were around her hips as he lifted her effortlessly off the floor; she curled her legs around his waist and felt something she hadn't felt before. 

Robin hadn't had sex yet; she was waiting for true love, but surely, dream sex isn't the same thing – she thought to herself, willing the situation to continue.