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 Does she dream of me?( ff ) Another story by Aden East

   (C) 2008

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   She's whimpering in her sleep, so I roll over and wrap an arm around
her...  eventually she quiets.  I watch her chest rise and fall and wonder
if she dreams of me.  My thoughts often turn to her, but she never lets me
know exactly how she's feeling.  Her blonde curls smell like apples as I
brush a soft kiss over her cheek.  If only she'd let me in.  I know I can't
be imagining all of those sideways looks she gives me when I'm talking
about another girl, and yet she refuses to even kiss me on the lips.  We're
balanced on the edge of deep friendship and something more, but she refuses
to meet in the middle.

   She shifts a little and the blankets fall to her waist, revealing the
smooth line of her pale stomach in the moonlight.  My hand moves down and
rests on her middle, and her skin is so warm my lips can't help but follow.
Her breathing is deep and even as I softly kiss her waist, her stomach.  I
slip the blankets down to her ankles and kiss her hip just above the little
black string that holds her panties on.  She mewls in her sleep as my
kisses move down her thigh, fingertips trailing along behind.  Her thighs
part, revealing a small damp spot on her panties and I'm glad at least her
body knows what it wants.

   I move down between her legs, gently moving them wider apart.  My hand
covers the thin black triangle over her womanhood, and her warmth seeps
through.  Gingerly I remove her panties, the moonlight slanting across her
bare pussy.  She smells sweet as I lower my mouth, my tongue slowly
exploring her wetness.  She sighs a little and I part her lips, my tongue
curling around her clit while I slide a finger deep inside of her.  I can
feel her whole body tense, and I look up to see her eyes locked on mine. 
My finger continues to slip in and out of her warm hole as I move up,
pressing my lips against hers.  She hesitates, but I continue to kiss her
and eventually her tongue darts out against mine ever so slightly.  I move
to her neck, nibbling and kissing there, waiting for her reaction, and when
her moan drifts out into the night air, I slip a second finger into her
pussy.  She shivers slightly and receives my second kiss warmly, using her
lips and tongue to tell me it's okay.

   I watch her smile shyly as I trail kisses down her middle, and she gasps
as my mouth finds her sensitive, swollen clit.  She drips wetness onto my
hand while I slide my fingers in and out of her, the walls of her pussy
squeezing tightly around me.  I feel my own panties getting damp, but
ignore my own desires, just wanting to please her.  She says my name
hesitantly, poses it as a question when she starts to tingle.  I can hear
the sheets rustle as her hands grab onto them, and I know I'm about to give
her the gift of her first orgasm.  Her moans and whimpers grow louder as my
fingers conform to her shape, rubbing firmly against her each time they
slip in and out.  Lips wrapped firmly around her clit, I swirl my tongue
around it, suckling her.  Her back arches, toes curling as each wave of
pleasure ripples through her body.  Her words are incoherent but filled
with wonder as I coax the second orgasm out of her.  When she's finished I
remove my fingers, cleaning them with my slightly tired tongue.  She lays
motionless like a doll while I put her panties back on and cover her with
the wrinkled blankets.  I lay an arm over her and kiss her cheek while she
snuggles down against me.  The cool moonlight gives way to bright
California sunshine as we whisper about the same silly stuff as yesterday.