Of dreams and match making
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
573
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Of dreams and match making
felt his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue dancing with my own. My hands were under his head tangled in his nappy hair. My nipples drag agonizingly across his chest as I slowly grind against his hardening erection. His hands tighten around my waist as he pulls me up enough to position himself at my dripping core. He presses himself to my entrance.
"Andrea, wake up!" Rachel shook me up.
"Ehhh... oh... it was a dream." I breath as I pull my face off my Geometry desk.
"You dreaming, never," Rachel mocked, "I'm gonna guess it was a good one from the color and drool."
"Oh... shut up." I wipe my face and finish putting my stuff in my backpack. "But yeah it was a good one, and he was hot, and a damn good kisser."
"Well to bad he's not real. 'Cause then I'd have to give him a try."
"No such luck there," I mumble as I get up. Getting up makes me realize just how bothered that dream made me as my dampened skirt lands against the back of my legs. /Hope no one notices that./ "Hey, Rach, I'll meet you over by the tables I gotta go take care of something first."
"What, to hot and bothered from you're dream guy?"
"No," /Yes./
"Well, whatever," Rachel waved over her shoulder as she walked out the class room door. "Catch ya over at the table."
"Sure, and thanks Rach," as soon as the words left my mouth I was out the door and heading to the bathroom.
"Andrea, wake up!" Rachel shook me up.
"Ehhh... oh... it was a dream." I breath as I pull my face off my Geometry desk.
"You dreaming, never," Rachel mocked, "I'm gonna guess it was a good one from the color and drool."
"Oh... shut up." I wipe my face and finish putting my stuff in my backpack. "But yeah it was a good one, and he was hot, and a damn good kisser."
"Well to bad he's not real. 'Cause then I'd have to give him a try."
"No such luck there," I mumble as I get up. Getting up makes me realize just how bothered that dream made me as my dampened skirt lands against the back of my legs. /Hope no one notices that./ "Hey, Rach, I'll meet you over by the tables I gotta go take care of something first."
"What, to hot and bothered from you're dream guy?"
"No," /Yes./
"Well, whatever," Rachel waved over her shoulder as she walked out the class room door. "Catch ya over at the table."
"Sure, and thanks Rach," as soon as the words left my mouth I was out the door and heading to the bathroom.