Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-45”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

Friday evening. My friend and I had made plans to go see a movie. Unfortunately, there was something we had omitted to consider. It was the movie’s opening night and getting there ten minutes in advanced was not sufficient. The woman in the booth almost laughed at us when we asked for tickets. Apparently, it had sold out hours earlier.

My first thought was to return home and watch a movie on the small screen. But my friend had something else in mind. We had gotten all dressed up and she claimed it would be a waste to just head home. That was how she convinced me to make a pit stop at the bar that stood less than a block from the theatre.

I am not exactly what you would call a bar kind of girl. I do not particularly like the ambiance, nor do I enjoy the drunken people that usually attend such establishments. And since I do not drink, loosening up was not really an option.

My friend had no such problem. She washed down drink after drink and soon started getting “loosened up” as she liked to say. Each time she would finish a drink, I would drop a hint about leaving. But each time, she would order another drink and assure me it was the last. Of course, it never was.

It was not until she was completely drunk that I realized it was time to cut her off. Do not get me wrong, she was not puke in a corner of the room drunk, but definitely the it’s hard to walk in a straight line kind. After a longwinded speech, I finally managed to convince her it was time to go. Unfortunately, I was soon faced with another problem. She was further gone than I had initially thought and I feared letting her return home on her own. To reach her apartment, she needed to ride the subway and I was afraid she would pass out and wake up god knows where with no memory of how she got there. So I did the only moral thing I could and escorted her home.

That was easier said than done. She was a giggly mess and just getting her to follow me was a challenge. Still, we eventually made it to her apartment and I managed to get her inside. But my job was not over yet.

I escorted her to her room and eased her onto her bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she passed out. I considered leaving her that way, but the jacket she was still wearing would make for a sore awakening. So I got to work.

It took a while, but I managed to remove her jacket. What I saw next left me in a stunned stupor. Though I had spent the entire evening with her, I had not noticed the skimpy outfit she was wearing. Then again, the only time I had seen her without her jacket it was at the bar and the lighting there was not exactly great. But that was all I had time to figure out.

“Uh-oh!” I thought as I felt a powerful fantasy grow within me. I knew it was wrong, but the sight of my friend’s skimpily clothed body was making me horny. Really horny. I fought the impending fantasy for a few seconds before I realized something. I was tired and horny, which was not a good combination considering the passed out young woman before me. So I decided it would be better to fantasize about my friend than run the risk of doing something I would later forget. Moments later, I was pulled into the fantasy.

Taking full advantage of the fact that I could now do anything I wanted without fearing the repercussions, I got right down to business. The first step was to remove my friend’s clothing. First went her top and skirt. Then came her matching lace underwear.

“Wow!” I gasped at the sight of her naked body. Though we had been friends for many years, I had never before seen her naked. Or even in her underwear for that matter. I guess the stereotype guys have about girl friends are wrong. Sorry guys, but we don’t actually have pillow fights in our underwear.

Unable to resist her breathtaking body, I began playing with her boobs. It started off as a soft, sensual massage, but soon turned into an eager nipple stimulation. Luckily, my friend remained unconscious. Actually, that was what convinced me to escalate things.

Not wasting a single second wondering if my escalation would pull my friend from her slumber, I dove right in. Literally.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I propelled my tongue past her labia. My moan lingered on when I realized just how hot and wet she was. Unfortunately, it was not meant to last. As soon as I started darting my tongue in and out of her, her eyes flew open and she bolted upright. At least, she would have had she not still been drunk.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she asked when she finally made it to a seated position.

“Uh-oh!” I thought. But aloud, I actually said, “I’m sorry.”

“You should be sorry,” she said in a stern voice. “I’m way too drunk to cum,” she added moments later.

A frown of incomprehension furrowed my brow. Did that mean she was not really angry at me for sexually assaulting her? Or was it just her way of alleviating the tension? Luckily, what she did next helped clear things up.

Reaching out, she pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss. Before I knew what was going on, her tongue had slipped past my lips and was eagerly dancing around in my mouth. Once I had gotten over the shock, I kissed her back.

“I may be too drunk to cum, but not to lick pussy,” she said once the kiss had come to an end. Not wasting a second, she started undressing me. Or rather she tried. But her coordination was completely out of whack. Luckily for her, I was too horny to wait and soon came to her rescue. Moments later, I was completely naked.

Apparently, she was too horny to lick my boobs, because she went right for my cunt.

“Oh yes!” I moaned as her tongue started sliding back and forth across my engorged labia. By then, I was so turned on that wave after wave of arousal washed over me. But that was nothing compared to when she started thrusting her tongue in and out of me. Unfortunately, it was not meant to last.

A disappointed sigh escaped me when I felt her tongue transfer to my asshole. Though the anal tongue fucking was enjoyable, I still preferred the vaginal one. My first thought was that she was so drunk that she had accidentally transferred her tongue. But I soon realized that was not the case when she slipped two fingers into my soaking-wet poon.

“Fuck!” I moaned as the dual stimulation began. Her tongue was furiously darting in and out of my ass while her fingers did the same in my pussy. She was so good at what she was doing that a powerful orgasm soon started growing within me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shrieked moments later. My pussy was now convulsing and a powerful squirting orgasm was getting ready to explode within me. Sure enough, I soon felt the first wave of cum shoot up my pussy. The hot orgasmilk shot past my lower lips and splashed into my friend’s face. She did not seem to mind, because she continued fucking me with both her tongue and fingers.

More waves soon followed. Unfortunately, I was never given a chance to finish my powerful orgasm because a sound snapped me back to reality. Actually, it was a bark.

“How could I forget she has a dog?” I wondered as I spotted the large canine standing in the doorframe. Apparently, I had left the bedroom door open, thus giving my friend’s pet unrestricted access to her bedroom.

My first reaction was disappointment. After all, my fantasy had been interrupted at the worst possible moment. But I soon forgot all about that when I noticed just how studly the large dog actually was. Of course, I instantly knew what was about to happen. There was no telling how long it would take, but one thing was certain; I was about to fantasize about my friend’s studly dog!

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez