Archive-name: Dreams/daydream.txt

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Archive-title: DayDreams...



 

        I'm staring at you, but you don't even feel my eyes burning into the

back of your neck.  I wish, just once, you'd turn around.  Just once?  Oh well.

I can dream, can't I?

        I'm glad we had class outside today.  It's warm out, and the professor

doesn't expect us to really pay attention.  How could he, when there are people

playing Frisbee only ten feet away from him?  So I can daydream, and he won't

care.

        I can daydream about how once, just once, when I'm watching you, you'll

turn around and see me.  I'll blush, because I'm always watching you, even

though you don't know it.  And you'll smile.  You like it when girls blush.  It

makes you wonder what we're thinking.  I don't mind telling you what I'm

thinking.

        When you see me, I turn away for a second, but then I glance back, out

of the corner of my eye.  Your attention has turned back to the professor, but

I can see you glance at me and I blush again.  Caught by something in my eye,

some telltale expression, you turn again to face me, and I blow a kiss to you.

You smile, and I think you're laughing at me.  When class is over, I run away

quickly, embarrassed to see you, to take the chance you will speak to me.

        Even in my daydreams I am nervous.  How would you react if you knew how

often I thought of you?  If you knew *how* I thought of you?  I doubt you'd

blush.  You don't seem the type.

        In my daydream, after you've seen me, after I've run away, I see you

later in the dining hall.  I know you've seen me because you start talking to

your friends, and they all look at me.  I turn away, afraid of what they say

about me.  I'm not pretty.  Not like *her*, the girl you saw last year.  But

I'm me, and that should count for something, shouldn't it?  Maybe it would, if

you knew me, even a little bit.

        I daydream about a class in which we have to work together, on a

project.  We spend time researching, talking, laughing.  You finally know me,

and I think maybe, maybe, you like what you have known, just a little.  And the

next time I look at you, you look back and smile.

        The best part of my daydream is when *you* look for *me*.  When *you*

say you want to spend time with me.  When I feel eyes burning a hole in my neck

and see your eyes watching me.  Your eyes sparkle with mischief and I wonder if

you daydream the way I daydream.  For I've daydreamed every moment of what it

would be like if you should touch me.  I've daydreamed about your body, about

your kiss.

        I think about you, standing tall over me, bending to kiss me.  My lips

part slightly and I feel the heat spread through me as my body melts in your

arms.  Your lips kiss a trail of hot fire down the side of my neck then up

again so you can nibble on my ear.  You excite me so much that my breath is

quickly coming in short gasps and you haven't even undressed me.

        When you reach for the top button of my blouse I stop you.  Even in my

dreams I want to seduce you every step of the way.  I slowly unbutton the

blouse and arch my shoulders as I slip it off, so my breasts strain forward,

catching your eyes.  I see you smile, and again I stop you before you can touch

me.  I want to see just how hot I can make you without even touching you,

without your touching me.

        I slowly slip my pants over my hips, easing them gently to the ground,

then kick them to the side with my foot.  I am now only in my bra and panties,

and I can see your eyes have grown warm with desire.  I then unhook the bra and

as I ease it off, your arms catch mine, pinning them to my side.  I have

inflamed you and you will not stand alone any longer.  Your lips sear mine and

I find my reason melting away, fleeing until my brain only knows what my body

knows, and I know I want you.

        I find myself on the bed.  I don't know how I got there, but I am now

fully nude to your gaze, everything gone from covering me, and you are nude to

mine.  In my daydreams you are wonderful to look at (I wish I could see it in

truth! -- I'm sure you are just as wonderful...).  I feel that delicious warmth

spread through me and feel my juices dripping down my leg.  I am hot for you,

and you know this, but you are going to tease me now as I teased you before.

        You lie beside me and run your hands across my body, teasing, tickling

over my breasts, lightly brushing the triangle of hair between my thighs.  You

roll over me, pinning me beneath your strong legs, your manhood pulsing against

my stomach, and your lips find my breast, suckling on a nipple.  It is too much

and I arch and groan with pleasure, thrusting my hips against your legs, aching

for fulfillment.  You chuckle.  I had the audacity to tease you before, so I

will not be fulfilled so easily now.

        You run your hands down my side, then over my stomach, then slip your

fingers between my wet lips.  The release is immediate and overwhelming, and I

shout my pleasure, arching hard against your hand.

        My eyes blink open and I see you licking your fingers, smiling at me.

You lightly kiss my lips -- teasing me again with the butterfly touch of your

tongue on mine.  Then your lips travel down my body, stopping to tease each

nipple to a rigid peak, traveling over my bellybutton, then moving teasingly

away from where I want you most to kiss.

        "Do you *really* want me to taste you?" you ask, chuckling.

        I moan, my hands tangling in your hair.  You oblige and set your tongue

against my pulsing clit, teasing it again until it grows and grows and finally

seems to burst as I shake with the pleasure of release.

        This time I am sad, for I have now had two while you have had none.

You simply shrug and lie on your back, arms behind your head, challenging me to

do something about the situation.

        I smile and reach out to take your rod in my hand.  My hands are small,

and it seems to me that your manhood pulses with a life of its own and will

burst out of my small hands.  I lean over to kiss the tip, licking the salty

drop off.  Then I raise my head to yours and kiss you, long and deep, and our

tastes mingle.

        I slide my hips over yours and hold you against me, then slide down so

you slowly, ever so slowly, slide inside me.  It is heaven!  Then you slowly

move, as I rise and fall above you, my breasts heaving with every breath.  I

run my hands over your body, teasing your nipples, licking your chest with

quick kisses that start your breath to gasps again.

        I can feel your urgency as your hands grasp my hips, pulling me hard

against you.  I lean forward to cover your mouth with mine, taking your tongue

into me in a frantic kiss.  Your body arches, I can feel you deep inside me as

you shudder, and it triggers a release of my own.

        And in my daydream, when we wake, you kiss me and whisper soft words to

me, and hold me.  And as we lie there, I know that your arms are the right

place to be.

        But still, it is all just a daydream.  And when the daydream is over, I

realize class has ended and everyone is standing up, brushing the grass off of

themselves, and chatting.  I stand slowly, my gaze stealing to watch you again,

but you are talking to your friends with no sign you know of my dreams.  Once,

just once, you will see me.  And then I will tell you of my daydreams.  And you

can make them true.



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