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Description: A girls sad but sweet daydream about a boy in class......
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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Archive name: (Melanie.txt
Authors name: Melanie
Story title: "MELANIE'S DAYDREAMS..."
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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 some-
thing 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, not willing
to take the chance that you will speak to me.
Even in my daydreams I am un-sure. 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're saying 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 found, 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, bend-
ing 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 for-
ward, 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 jeans 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. Then I unhook my
bra and as I ease it off, your arms catch mine, pinning
them to my side. I have inflamed you and you'll 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'm now fully nude to your gaze, every-
thing gone that had covered me, and you are nude to my
gaze too. 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 as I dream you are...). I feel that
delicious warmth spread through me and feel my juices
dripping down my thigh, and onto the bed. I am hot for
you, and you know this, but you're 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 brush-
ing the triangle of hair between my thighs. You roll
over me, pinning me beneath your strong legs, your man-
hood 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
belly-button, 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
again.
This time I am sad, for I've 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.
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 them-
selves, 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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