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Fragmented Romance	By : Destroyahirismix666 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-The Big Sleep-Episode 3-Heather's POV-
"Contestants, It's been 50 hours! I repeat, 50 hours!"
It had been 50 hours since this competition had started! My body was still craving the sleep, but there wasn't anyway that I was giving up now! I rolled off my right side and sat straight upwards, looking over my left shoulder at Lindsey's sleeping form. Now when did she end up beside me, her head and right arm in my hair? Just slightly uncomfortable with that, I stood up, running my hand through my hair quickly to make sure the texture hadn't been damaged while her head was on it. Nothing wrong. I cracked my knuckles and head again, reliving them of the uncomfortable position I would have fallen asleep in. A quick glance into the distance showed that crazy Goth girl and her boyfriend were still going, snickering about something. Me perhaps? I turned around, trying to find anything wrong with my figure. No! My Perfect figure! Yes! That's more like it!
The late morning sunlight irradiated downward, showing about 14 people asleep, or so I counted. I walked forward, stepping over DJ's snoring form. A glance over to Eva showed that she was either a good pretender like Justin, or she was still in it! That would compound the problem a good deal. If she realized her earphones were missing sooner then I planned, my whole plan would be blown! I tapped my right pocket lightly. It was still there, just slightly shifted.
"Hi gorgeous" The familiar smug voice sounded behind me. Boy, did he smell! "Die in a pit." I snapped back as gruffly as I could, showing I wasn't interested. Who could be into a punk like him?
Chris McLean walked up then, another cup of coffee in his hand. "You all still going at it? Wow." He remarked, sipping another drink of coffee. I rolled my eyes, Obviously he couldn't tell?
After traipsing around a bit more, I sit back down on the log that had hosted me earlier, thinking about the alliance I had formed and who should be going if we went into elimination mode now. I threw a glance at the lovebirds that were talking to each other in the distance, and shook my head. They were to friendly with everyone else to be taken down now, so I shifted my gaze toward the sky. Owen came to mind, as he was the first to fall asleep and would prove to be little more then an hindrance this entire time.
I thought a little bit harder on an alliance. There were 10 other people on my team alone, but only three of us. Deciding against trying to weather it the hard way, I thought intently about other people I might get to vote with me. The oversized ghetto glamour was undoubtedly not a good option, and neither was Gothie, or subsequently, her boyfriend.
That was when reality came snapping back to me. Whirling my head rapidly at the scene that just unfolded, Noah and Cody were starring at each other, screaming like they saw zombies. I rolled my eyes, but it was quite un-impressive as the two ran off in opposite directions. I figured out quickly as Cody ran in front of me what happened, screaming "AGGHHHH! I've been KISSED BY A BOY!"
The word kiss triggered a memory in me. Just last night, when I ended up tangled up with Lindsey…My gaze shifting back down toward the portion of the ground where the blonde was sleeping peacefully. Those lips had been so kissable, her skin so soft, granted, defiantly not as soft as mine. I rubbed my left hand up my right arm to feel my own skin which was heavily doctored with moisturizers and lotions. And those eyes…wow.
She was attractive, enough to spin most peoples heads if they had any brains. Still, only one or two people had taken notice of her other then me. My thoughts glanced briefly on how she thought of me, but due to her easy to figure stereotypical personality, I realized that it couldn't possibly be more then a pair of friends for her. I frowned just at that, but countered that with a smile. All that can take a back seat. I have a million dollars to go for, regardless of how far away that goal may seem.

-Lindsey's POV-Dream-
While walking on the beach, looking at everyone as they were asleep, I noticed off in the distance, just on the edge of the beach where the water met the sand, Heather sitting there, starring into the sunset. It was hard to tell for sure that was her, but, my heart seemed to leap into my chest for some unknown reason as I identified that surely enough Heather was there. The sun from my perspective was beaming over her right shoulder while the wind blew whipped her air around like some type of poetry come to life.
"Heather?" I asked, a bit scared for some reason.
She stood up, turning her body around as the sun totally vanished over the horizon, leaving the sky behind her with a purple hue. Her eyes stared me down, intimidation no longer present like had always been there, but rather, something else…Almost like love, or some type of desire. It's so hard to tell the two apart!
Still, my friend walked up toward me, not blinking, her eyes unmoving. Wait…She's reached me…and what the heck am I doing on the ground? When did I end up on my back? Yet here she is again…Kissing me…
All subconscious though was abandoned save for that which continued trying to work through the events of the past and inner feelings of the present. Her conscious though had been compromised long ago when she fell asleep, and her haze of semi-control was broken like a chain link. Demons of lust, immorality, and homosexuality swirled in the hypnotic dream-state that the blonde had fallen into.
Lindsey returned the kiss with much favor, no tongue, just chaste lust and a hint of love that Lindsey hadn't experienced before arriving on the game show. She wrapped her arms around the team member's back, pulling their bodies closer together as the dream Heather's arms ran through her hair, lightly twirling the slightly curled ends in her fingers. Her subconscious mind revealed a image that she had seen and forget months ago in a Sex Ed class, and applied it to her comatose state. She wrapped her legs up and around Heather's waist, crossing her long legs atop the pair that the raven-haired female contained.
The two separated the kiss, laws of nature holding up somewhat in the dream world as Lindsey gasped for air. Once again the lips of the antagonistic female clamped onto the subservient one, but rather then mouth-to-mouth contact they met on the left side of the neck, the subsequent gasping of air by Lindsey blocking all other noise in the fabricated reality. It felt SOOOO good as the warm tongue dragged across the skin, down to the collar bone.
The blonde's subconscious continued piling more images into her sub-consciousness. Further memories from talk with other friends about these things resurfaced, the often buried memories that she had now all open, piece being contributed from hints that had been dropped here and there through her entire life. The dream Heather pulled the straps of her shirt down, down, and off of her arms as Lindsey raised her arms to where they could be taken off. Now the direction of shiftage was reversed, and the clothing was slid upward on her body, covering her head in a short amount of time before being totally removed.
The comatose being then slid her hands up and under the brazier that still adorned my body. The hand grasped the warm, soft flesh beneath before the jaws of the manipulating female clamped onto the thin band that connected the right and left halves of the bra she was wearing, snapping them in her teeth as they fell to the sides of her form. As her right hand went to work again on the left breast, Heather took the right one into her mouth, suckling on it like an infant would form it's mother. Looking down, the brain that was being drugged by it's own sexual chemicals of attraction noticed how her sexual charms now being used as the dream Heather flipped breasts, messing with the left one orally this time, biting down a bit rougher this time.
The subsequent shockwaves lurched through my body, sending steady and pleasurable signals, light moans were now being thrown into the now night sky. Another compliant moan emanated, and Heather took that as the sign to move on.
"More please." The movement of my lips didn't feel like they matched the words, but even that was a pointless detail in an otherwise perfect dream, and the dream image took it father down, licking her naval with great care. Now she's already pulling the skirt that had adorned my hips for so long! In fact, almost all of the lower levels of clothing were being discarded, save for her boots. That provided just a bit more of a problem for the lover that was removing the clothes, yet with enough precision she had removed that also. Now in the nude, I just couldn't help but notice the blatantly obvious. Heather hadn't yet removed any clothes.
"Heather, you've…"
"Ssshhh." She pressed her index finger up again mine, smiling as only a beautiful looking woman like her could. "Just let me do the work beautiful." She brought her lips crashing down onto mine again, then brought her tongue out, dragging it all the way down my chin, the neck, now the valley between my breasts, circling the naval. Oh! She hit the waist line! The ever so sensitive waist-line which had never felt flesh-against-flesh before was now compounding the signals to the brain.
My hands crawled up to the erect peaks on the breasts, just now noticing how Heather's long, black hair was now covering most of my body like a blanket. If felt to smooth, so soft. Without cause, I found myself dragging it against the peaks of my Breasts. It felt so good! Oh so good! OH! That feels even better!
The exact thing that felt even better sent another message to her brain, as Heather dragged that tongue of hers back down her entire vaginal location. As she pulled her head back a half-inch or so, examining the work she had done, and she was satisfied with it. Heather took her hands, pushed at the inside of her thighs just slightly enough to open them further. The faint of heart should never know what took place next. She rolled her tongue out of her mouth again, tensing it into the shape of a spike, then forcing it into the girl's vagina at full force. The ramming motion was unbelievable for the virgin body.
Grabbing the hair again my hands did work that I couldn't piece together with my mind. Rubbing my hands over the skin around my collar bone all the was to the navel, paying extra attention to the pink nipples that had previously been blessed with Heather's dear mouth. The in-out motion beneath the waist…uncompherendable! Once glance downward made it look unorganized, but the last full thought that I could have possibly pieced together in full was hat it must have been with order, her face dragging across all the protruding exterior locations while the tongue continued rubbing against the walls of the entrance as it went on. "Heather! More! Please! Don't stop! Just don't stop!"
Of course, anyone who has performed oral intercourse with a female knows it near-impossible to reply, so she just dug in harder. The blonde continued gasping for air, blood rushing toward the nether regions as her heart beat faster then it ever had before. Something was coming, like a dark pit beneath her subconscious coming up to swallow her, and she wanted it, finding herself falling into the field of pure esctacy.
"Heather! Oh Heather! Yes! Yeees! Yeeessss!" English shortly became a language incomprehensible and unusable for the Blonde as the brain ceased to exhibit anything not keeping her alive or spiking her pleasure. The dream's main antagonistic force also was in the same mode, doing nothing but sending her arousal skyward.
Her nether regions felt very tingly, pleasure starting to totally overwhelm her vagina. She went Vagina first into a field of pure orgasm, the sense rushing up over her body like a wave, pushed by Heather's mighty tongue. As it washed about her body, she was lsot in a sense of other-worldly pleasure. The dream's orgasm destroyed the world around her as the mind failed to be able to keep the self-created matrix universe around her stable, and it engulfed the blonde in a white hot orgasm that seared every nerve in her body. This feeling started rocketing her to the real world, but just as her senses began returning the last figments of the dream came through.
"Lindsey I Love you!"

That was when I startled up. I was laying on the beach, my body shaking slightly. The Afternoon sun warming my body intensely, but they didn't feel as warm as those touches. Sadly I realized that those touches were indeed imaginary, a piece of a rampant imagination.
A yawn escaped my mouth, and my arms uncurled and stretched in cadence with it. I looked downward to my lower body, noticing a wet stain just on the lowest hem of the skirt. What on earth could that have been from? My body rocked forward, and I stood up, shaking my head as sand fell out of my hair, and looking down in my hand, I saw a piece of hair. Long, smooth black hair. For some reason I couldn't even figure out, I pocketed it.
"Everyone who has been eliminated form this challenge, please report to the showers! You all stink, and bad!" Showers? Where were the Showers again? Looking about, I couldn't help but notice some other people traipsing about to a wooden building. Maybe I could find directions to the showers there or something?
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