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All of the standard stuff about being 18 and adult material applies
here..... if ya don't like it DON'T read it! You all been warned
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Daydreaming by The dreamweaver
Aug. 1997
Chaper 1
The breeze felt good as it was already hot outside. Tom wandered into
the kitchen of the rented cabin. He was still partially buzzed from the
excessive amounts of alcohol consumed the night before. Tom stumbled
into the table his foot landing squarely against the leg of the table.
Pain shot through his body as his nerve endings communicated through the
haze of an all to clear hang over. He cursed, which only served to
remind him of how much his head really hurt.
"Got to get some fucking aspirins before I die." thought Tom.
He managed to find the bottle and pry off the lid and downed 4 with a
half drunk beer from the night before. He struggled to remember the
events leading up to his awaking in his bed this morning. As he was
staring aimlessly out the window trying to remember last night she
walked by on her way to the beach . She was a vision of perfection. Tom
didn't even know her name or anything about her.
Her long blonde hair flowed about her body nearly down to her waist. She
was tall, probably 5'7 or 5'8 bronze skin colored by countless hours in
the sun. She walked lightly as though she were on clouds. Her long thin
legs were a delight to look at and her ass was the very model of
perfection. A toned flat tummy from a heavy work out routine. As far a
Tom could tell she had what appeared to be perfect C cup breast. He
fantasized about her all the time he imagined that the flesh that
remained hidden by her scanty bikini was a softly tanned milky white.
He shuddered as he thought about what her nude body looked like let
alone what it must feel like. All that soft tender silky smooth flesh.
Tom felt his cock stirring towards an erection before he stopped
himself.
"Man, get a grip dude. That babe doesn't even know you exist. Besides
chicks like her don't go out with guys like you." he thought chastising
himself over the indulgence.
"Yeah but in your dreams you can fuck her silly." the thought came back
in response
He shook head as he strained to watch her as she walked out of sight. A
lot of good dreaming about fucking her did......
Tom was by all accounts a normal guy nothing special. In fact Tom had
decided that if there were a picture of the "average" male it would look
exactly like him. The charts said the average american male was 5'10"
and weight 162 lbs Tom was just that. The books said the average male
penis was 6" his was 6" right on the dot. Most women he knew viewed his
as average looking nothing special. Tom had come to hate it immensely.
He dated average to below average looking women because every woman he
knew was not looking for an average guy. They all wanted what he wanted
someone special.
"Sucks for you dude." he thought.
He was about to head back off to bed when he heard the phone ring. He
stared at it and decided to let the machine get it and trotted off to
bed. He drifted off to sleep to the somewhat recognizable voice of his
best friend talking to the machine. He was just to tired to get up and
answer the phone though....
Later that day Tom got up feeling a little more human. The aspirins had
done there job, taking the edge off of the splitting headache that was a
direct result of drinking too much beer. He got up too a long hot
shower and that made him feel that much better. After dressing in his
shorts and a tank top he headed in the living room to deal with whoever
it was that had called earlier that morning.
"Hey you drunk. Answer the phone." Laughed the familiar voice.
Sandy McFearson was Tom's best friends wife Jerry. Jerry and Tom went
all the way back to childhood. They had been best friends for as long as
Tom could remember. There was nothing average about Jerry though. He
was an all state athlete in high school. Good enough to go to college
on scholarship. That was how Jerry had met Sandy. Jerry was big man on
campus, starting quarterback for the football team. In addition to
being gifted athletically Jerry was also a very handsome man. Women
always found his face both innocently mischievous looking and deeply
mysterious. He was very polished and always seemed to say the right
thing at the right moment.
Sandy McFearson was stunningly beautiful and deeply loyal to Jerry. Tom
had always admired her as Jerry could be a bit of an ass sometimes. Tom
liked them both immensely.
"Hey you..... wake up!" Sandy was still laughing "It's 10 am Tom get
up..... Oh well, Hey, Jerry and I want to have you over for dinner
tonight. Oh, make sure you are presentable... I am bringing someone to
meet you. See ya later ya big stud. We'll be by at 7 to pick you up.
Call me if you can't make it Tom. Bye."
"Oh great." Thought Tom. "I get too meet Berth Butt tonight."
He hated it when his friends tried paired him up with there friends. It
never worked out. Both people were usually very uncomfortable. And worst
of all would be if he liked them and they didn't want to pursue
anything romantic.
"Sandy knows how I feel about this." He mussed. "Why would she do that
to me?"
Tom decided that he didn't have much of a choice. It was already 5:00
and they were very good friends so he would just suck it up and try to
make the best of it...........
(to be continued)
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