Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

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 1-17”.

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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…

It was my twenty-fourth birthday. Yay! I am not really the type to make a big deal of such things, but this year I decided to go all out. I invited all my friends and family and had a mega party. The night started off slow, but by the time most of the guests had left, there were a dozen people passed out throughout the apartment. I had never really experienced such a thing—not that I had never attended a party, but throwing one was a first for me—so I was unsure how to deal. So I decided to go to bed and wait until the next day to worry about the party’s aftermath. So with that, I strolled over to my room. Luckily, I was not drunk—I have not touched a drop of alcohol in years—or I would never have made it through the maze of bodies that cluttered the path from the living room to my bedroom.

Finally, I reached my room and closed the door behind me, happy for the first few moments of quiet in over six hours. I knew my roommates would undoubtedly be pissed at me—I had told them it would be a small celebration with a few friends and family—but I was too tired to even think of such things. I stripped and, fully naked, headed over to my bed.

“Ahhh…” I sighed as I slipped into bed, the sheets soft on my skin as my tired muscles finally relaxed. Closing my eyes, I knew it would be a matter of seconds before I passed out. Unfortunately, before I could, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called out after releasing an exasperated sigh. Moments later, the door swung open and my best friend walked in. For the purposes of this story, let’s call her Candy—I do not want to use her real name by fear of her learning of the kinky fantasy that would soon follow.

“Are you asleep?” asked Candy.

“Yes.”

She hesitated for a second, as if unsure if I was actually asleep of just saying that—please do not think less of her; she was quite drunk. Finally, she realized I was being sarcastic.

“Can I come in?” she asked after letting a few chuckles flow past her lips. I nodded and she slipped into my room, closing the room behind her. But instead of speaking, she just stood there, staring down at me.

“Can I help you?” I asked. She snapped back to reality and opened her mouth. But nothing came out; she had lost her train of thought.

“That makes me want to drink so much,” I thought sarcastically as I waited for her memory to return.