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Lynn's Nightmare (teen-dream)
by Youngset (youngset@aol.com)
Date: Dec 1997 1
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Young Lynn Elin looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of somebody she
wasn't sure she knew.
Only 13, Lynn had suddenly grown up as she was about to start the eighth grade.
It had been a summer of growth for her. She was amazed herself.
She had left the softball and soccer fields behind during the summer and late
spring. No longer was she shopping for rubber cleated soccer shoes, bats and
balls and training bras. That kind of stuff had all faded in just a few
precious months.
Now it was off to the mall to shop for bras that could manage to contain her
ever-growing breasts, pantyhose and panties -thin, nylon panties that made her
blush just to try on.
It was 7 a.m. on the first day of school and Lynn had some time to get dressed.
To really gauge what she wanted to wear, to take a long look at that thrilling
nude image in the mirror.
She saw two solid breasts staring back at her. She saw two well-shaped, tanned
thighs below a pristine young cunny with light, blond hair crowning it.
She turned around and saw what she thought was too fat of a bubble butt. She
had joked about it with her friend, Kelly.
Just out of the shower, she laughed to herself as she shook, then dried her
hair. She pulled on her panties, making sure they fit just snug enough. She
even unintentionally pulled the panties a little too tight between her legs,
making her cringe.
She stuffed one of her breasts lightly into her bra, then the other before
throwing on a green sweater and some ripped bluejeans.
Then, she smiled at herself, happy with the way she looked. Before heading
downstairs for breakfast, though, she had a disturbing thought. She thought
about a dream she had had during the night.
It was a weird dream. It was about Mr. Gallagher, the man who lived down the
street from where she lived. Mr. Gallagher was somebody she liked. But he was
42 years old and had three children, whom she occassionally babysat for.
He wasn't like a boyfriend or anything. He was more like an uncle.
Lynn had spent a lot of time at his house during the summer. She had tried on
her new purple, one-piece bathing suit at his house. Mr. Gallagher made her
feel so good, telling her what a bathing beauty she was and it made her giggle.
Once in the pool with all the rest of the kids, Mr. Gallagher would pull her
tight to his chest and tickle her and give her hugs. Lynn didn't talk to her
father anymore - he and her mother had divorced and she wasn't too crazy about
her stepfather, although she didn't mind him.
But that wasn't what the dream was about.
She had woke up this particular morning with her heart raging because the dream
had been so strange, but, in a way, exciting. She got up with a wet cunny. She
was so embarrassed. She had even wet her bed. She knew she hadn't wet the bed
since she was four.
What had happened in the dream? She tried to remember as her mother called to
her to come down for breakfast.
Lynn was't in the pool in the dream. Instead, she was in Mr. and Mrs.
Gallagher's bedroom - only in her bra and panties. Somehow, she had landed up
in the bedroom - the one where Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher slept! And she and Mr.
Gallagher were alone!
She didn't recall too much of the dream, but she did retain one vivid memory.
She had kissed Mr. Gallagher in the dream and he had kissed her back. It was a
long, French kiss. And she had never even kissed a boy!
The other thing she remembered was that Mr. Gallagher had rubbed and massaged
her big boobies - that's what her sister Sara called them.
And then the dream ended with Mr. Gallagher giving her a wedgie and feeling her
big butt - for a long time! If that wasn't embarrasing enough, Mr. Gallagher
had pried apart her big, tight ass cheeks. He had seen what was between them in
that big mirror the Gallaghers had in their bedroom. The memory of it made her
blush.
He even touched her cunny with a big, thick finger. And nobody; not her doctor
or mother had done that. But Mr. Gallagher did it for a few minutes. He was
gentle in the way he did it, but she absolutely didn't want her privates looked
at, let alone touched like that. And, just before she woke up, Mr. Gallagher
was about to pull his pants down.
She couldn't let that last thought escape. She shook her head, dabbed some
lipstick on for the first day of school and headed down for some breakfast.
Down the street, Joe Gallagher was just stirring. His wife had just left to
drop the kids off at school. He had stayed up watching Monday Night Football,
but didn't need to get to work until noontime.
He cussed at the time of day and headed to the bathroom. He dropped his drawers
and watched as his daily piss-rod faded as the last stream of urine hit the
toilet. He gave the penis' big head a squeeze or two, pulled up his jockeys and
stumbled down the hall for some coffee.
Outside, the neighborhood kids were on their way to school and the noise of the
season invaded Joe's life. He stood at the window and saw them march by. Then
he saw Lynn Elin.
"Big old titties for a little girl and look at that fanny!,'' Joe said to the
dog. "I'd love to get a crack at that. Just one night. Just one bleeping
night.''
He gently put his hand on the dog's head and went to the front door and opened
it.
"Hi, Mr. Gallagher,'' Lynn called out.
"Good luck at school,'' Joe said as his penis lurched a bit in his pants,
thinking that maybe he should invite Lynn in for a lesson.
Gallagher would have been stunned to know that the little girl had similar
thoughts. Lynn Elin couldn't get that dirty, dirty dream out of her mind.