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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