Wishful Dreaming

I've been fantasizing about ________ all night long, and I can't sleep, so I figured I might as well write it down. It's a doozy. Here goes....

The scene opens with us arriving at your house. I don't know what led up to this, I'm assuming a phone conversation, but here we are. We sit down on the couch and start making small talk. There's a lull and I say, "So, what should two good little individuals talk about?"

You say, "What else?" And we both blurt out "Sex," in unison.

We start into the topic, and I say, "Well, I've technically never put out on a first date, because on none of those occasions was I actually 'on a date.' "

"Nice save," you say. "So, is this a date?" you ask, catching me completely by surprise.

"What?" I stammer.

"Well, what exactly constitutes a date in your mind?"

"I don't know," I reply. "I guess, first of all, both parties have to know it's a date. There has to be an expectation of some sort, even if it's just hand holding or a close mouthed kiss at the end of the night. And you have to be attracted to the other person, to want them."

"Oh, well that could be a problem," you say.

"How so?" I ask, completely crushed.

"I'm quite certain you find me hideous" you reply, in your seductive, masculine voice.

I almost laugh out loud. "You must be joking; seriously, quite the opposite."

"Oh really."

"Very much so."

"You want me," you suddenly blurt out.

"Uh.... I never said that," I choke out.

"You want me bad, you need me, you have to have me."

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth," I say.

"Whatever you say.... What are you thinking, right now?" you ask.

"Right now, at this very moment; honestly?"

"Yes."

"I was actually thinking about this 'move' I created, and how I only got to half test it out, once. I was trying to come up with a good reason not to use it on you, right now...."

"And?" you ask.

"I got nothing."

"Well, lets see it then," you venture, tempting me to give in.

"Oh, I really don't think so. Nothing good could possibly come out of that situation."

"It could someday, in the future, lead to wild, passionate, animalistic sex."

"You have a good point there," I agree. "Alright, lets do it."

I grab you by the hand and lead you over to the door. I kiss the very edge of your mouth, softly, then grab your shoulders with both hands and push you up against the door. I lean in close to your ear and whisper, "Now close your eyes."

After you've done so, I run my hands gently down your chest and over your hands. I take your hands in mine and squeeze them, once, and then the real fun begins.

I take hold of you around each wrist and pin your hands above your head. I leave them there, and trail my fingertips down your arms and chest. I then take my right pointer, middle, and ring finger, and very gently caress your face, barely touching it, weaving my way down your ear, along your jawline, and over your lips. I repeat on the opposite side. I finish this by running my finger down your lips, dragging the bottom lip with me a little. I then move in very close to you, and wait. If too much time passes, and still you don't do anything, I lick your lips gently with my tongue. Eventually, your eyes flutter open. I stare at you for one long moment, looking deep into your eyes, then whisper, "Keep them closed."

Your eyelids snap shut, and I kiss you. Soft, close mouthed kisses at first, to see how you respond, how you like to be kissed. As we really start getting into it, I lift up the bottom of your shirt and graze my fingers along your flesh.

You flip me around so my back is now facing the door, and pin my arms up beside me. When you let go I put my hands back down to your stomach, and lift your shirt off, with some help from you. You kiss me again, fiercely, and lead me over to the sofa. We lie down, side by side, and explore each other, with mouths and hands. You run your hand down my thigh, up to my knee, then back down again. You get dangerously close to my unmentionable area, so I redirect your hand to my breast. "Better," I manage, between pants. You wrestle my shirt off, and start to unhinge my brassiere. I stop you, saying that I don't really like the way my breasts look, and that I'm nervous, and you say "It's okay, babe, there's nothing to be nervous about." I allow you to uncover my womanly assets, and all you say is "beautiful," then kiss me, and start kissing one of them while playing with the other. I start to moan, and am having trouble keeping control. You kiss your way up my neck, bite it, and nuzzle my ear. I can't take it anymore. I shove you off of me, as delicately as I can, and position you on your back.

"I make it my policy never to give head on a first encounter, very rarely at all, in fact, but I'll do the next best thing for you," I explain, as I steadily undo your fly and zipper. I pull down your trousers and then your boxers and see that you are already erect and waiting for me. I give the tip of your penis one kiss, then a lick, and then get to work. I begin by fondling your testicles. I massage them, and move them back and forth in my hand, until they are nice and warm. Then I grip your shaft. You groan. I start by stroking it slowly, without much pressure, but add pressure and speed as I go along. You grab the sides of the sofa and tell me how good it feels, how much you want me, and suddenly you tense up. Your climax is quick, and looks almost painful, but you look so completely mellow and relaxed when it's over. We clean up, and you put your pants back on.

I figure my work here is done, so I say "I guess I'll just be heading ho--" when you grab hold of me and kiss me. It's passionate and tender at the same time, and I'm wondering how this can possibly end well for me (overall). You grab my hand and say "Come with me." You lead me to the bedroom, and can see that I look apprehensive when I realize where we are.

"It's okay," you assure me. "Nothing has to happen that you don't want to happen."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," I mumble.

You lie me down on the bed, and tell me to keep my eyes closed, and I obey. I wonder what you are up to, as I hear you rustling around in drawers, and moving around the room. I hear a small click, but still have no clue, as you turn out the lights and tell me to open my eyes, and we are surrounded in the warm glow of candlelight. "________ , it's beautiful."

"So are you," you reply. You grasp my hands and bring me to you, at the foot of the bed. You push the hair away from my face, then caress my face, deliberately, sweetly, and I melt inside. We kiss, and it seems like time is standing still. You remove my slacks, so that I am down to my panties, then I slide yours off as well, and you are just in your boxers. You lead me over to the bed....
To be continued (I wish in real life)