Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Daydreams  (fm, dream)
Date: 14 Oct 1995 19:18:52 GMT

			      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.