That's what he told himself early Thursday morning when his alarm woke him at 6:15. He sported a particularly intense case of morning wood, thanks to a vividly erotic dream. Just like last night, he'd arrived at Sullivan's to find Kelly working behind the bar. But instead of the jeans she'd worn last night, Dream Kelly was wearing a skirt. And when she bent over to reach for clean glasses, her naked ass had peeked out from under the hem. In his dream, Nick had magically transported himself over the bar. His clothes conveniently disappeared as, without preamble, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and shoved his cock deep inside her wet¸ clenching heat. It was so real, so vivid, he could smell her skin, the scent of her arousal, feel her soft ass cheeks rubbing against his abs with every thrust. But her screams of pleasure grew ever more shrill and unpleasant. That's when Nick realized that the noise in his head wasn't Kelly’s orgasmic cries, but rather the insistent BEEP BEEP BEEP of his alarm clock.
