Fantasy and Reality- Should they ever meet?

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the other night...

I’m sitting on my bed. It’s been a long, hard week at work and I am ready for sleep. But I can’t sleep… there’s an itch that needs tending to.

I’m sitting here, legs spread, my hand moving across my inner thighs, across my pussy, thinking of you and the last time we saw each other. I wish you were here right now. I wish we had finished what we started. I wish I didn’t feel the need to leave you wanting more.

We’ve known each other for only a short time, and yet I want you so badly. Our last date- when I was on my way to meet you, I was convinced it was our last. You’re a gorgeous man, smart, and kind, and yet, after two dates, I knew I felt nothing. What a shame.

During the movie, when your leg would lean against mine, you would pull back, and I would be relieved. Maybe you felt the same way about me. Maybe I didn’t have to be the bitch to break it off. Perhaps, the feeling of indifference was mutual.

The movie ends and you ask me to stay. I say I have to work in the morning- which is true, but mostly, I’m just tired and ready to go home alone. You put your arm around me. I tell you I think we should be friends, and that you shouldn’t hold out hope that something might happen between us. You say that you’re okay with that. Yet your arm hasn’t moved.

But with the ‘truth’ out there, with me telling you I don’t feel anything, I feel more comfortable with you than I have yet. We sit there for a while and talk. Then you kiss me. As usual it’s far too much too fast- take your tongue back. God, someone needs to teach you a lesson. I may not be interested in you, but someone has to teach you how to kiss a girl- I don’t want you to go into your next relationship with your sloppy habits. My mind quickly remembers our sloppy, public make out on our first date- how I had to wipe my face after you pulled away from me. How mortified I was. You need to learn.

“Let me kiss you,” I say, and I push you away. I take a breath and then lean towards you, and kiss your top lip, and then your bottom lip. You open your mouth but I lean back. I try again, and this time, you seem to catch on. I kiss your lips, you kiss mine in return. We carry on, and slowly, our kissing grows more intense. You’re pleasing me: a pleasant surprise. Our mouths open, and your tongue traces along my lips, and then enters my mouth slowly. I reciprocate. And before I know it, I am lying down on your couch and pulling you on top of me.

The kissing intensifies, and I am growing turned on by feeling your weight on my body. Your tongue probes my mouth and I run my hand through your hair- it’s surprisingly soft and thick. You begin to move away from my mouth, down my neck… god… it feels so good… and towards my breasts. You kiss the cleavage that shows above the neckline of my shirt as your hand runs up from my waist, under my shirt, and cups my breasts, and pushes them towards your hungry mouth. God… it’s like you knew how much I love having my tits played with. You tug on my shirt but I object- a part of me knows I came to your apartment knowing full well I didn’t want you to touch me, even above my clothes- but I can’t resist. I have you pull off my shirt but I keep my bra on. Your skilled mouth still finds my nipples and sucks them, hard. I let out a soft moan. I love your hands on my body, your mouth on mine, on my neck, sucking my breasts…. God…

I take off my bra, and pull off your shirt. You seem shy at first and ask me, “Is this okay?”. I laugh, pull you against me and kiss you hard. I love the warmth of your bare skin against my breasts. You rub my pussy over my jeans and ask me if it’s okay, if I like it. “God… yes… I love that, it feels so good,” I sigh. You begin to kiss your way down my body again, but I stop you when you reach the button of my jeans and pull my zipper. “No,” I say, “Not tonight”. As much as I want it, as sure as I am that you would make me cum easily, I tell myself that I’ll regret it, that I’m only here to teach you how to kiss.

Lies, of course.

We continue to make out on your couch. You offer to carry me to your bedroom but I refuse. We’ve already gone far past the terms of the friendship we discussed earlier. I should go home soon. I have to wake up for work in a few hours. This is not the night.

You begin to suck and bite my nipples as your hand rubs between my denim-clad thighs roughly. I moan. Fuck, it feels so good. I can’t take it. I begin to undo the clasp of my jeans and you pull them off of my legs, and toss them to the floor.

You lean back and look at me, and I realize just how vulnerable and weak I am. I wasn’t even going to kiss you tonight, and yet here I am, laying on the couch in front of you, naked with the exception of my jewelry and silk panties, while you stand there- strong and tall, still in your jeans and socks, starting down at me.

You run your hand over my panties and I know you must feel the heat from my pussy. You don’t take your eyes off of mine as you ask, “Do you like this?”. I nod, shyly, not knowing how the control tonight shifted away from me. You move your fingers underneath my panties, and slip one finger into my pussy. I sigh. I can’t believe you’re touching my pussy. I can’t believe, even though it’s just one finger, that I’ve allowed you into my cunt.

I pull you towards me, I want you to kiss me, I want you back on top of me, but you resist. You stand there over me, and slip another finger into my pussy. “Do you like this?” you ask, your eyes burning into mine. “Yes, I love it, it feels amazing”. With that, you begin to move your fingers in and out of my pussy. I feel completely powerless- laying all but naked before you, the sounds of your fingers moving in and out of my wet pussy filling the room- there’s obviously no secret how wet I am. You fuck me with your fingers furiously, but keep your distance. All the while I am still in disbelief of what is happening, Is he really fingering me? Are my clothes really on the floor right now? How the fuck did this happen? This is as far as it goes.

You remove your fingers and move them to my clit, searching for it at first, so I help you find it, and you play with it. Rubbing it, twisting it, god, how I wish you would just pinch it, and make me scream. I am close to cumming when you remove your hands, move them back to my breasts, and kiss me. You fucking tease.

My legs are spread wide, and I feel your erection grinding into me through your jeans. You lift my legs and position them so I put them around your back. You kiss me as seem as though you are fucking me through your jeans- breathing heavy, slamming hard against my body and you grab at me and I run my nails down your back, and kiss your neck and shoulders. You pick up pace. I want you to fuck me so badly but I am determined to wait and see if I even like you when our clothes are back on. Maybe on our next date. I pull you hard against my body as you grind into me, your hands moving to my ass, lifting me towards you. Although this is almost entirely innocent, I can’t help but feel turned on. The texture of your jeans rubs my clit through my panties in just the right way, and I feel myself working towards climax again. I arch my back and, as if by instinct, angle my pussy closer to your restrained cock. You moan. I feel your shudder. Is he cumming?, I wonder. You slow your thrusting, but I continue to grind against you. You move your head down and take my nipple into your mouth and suck… hard, and explore the very tip of it with your tongue… no one has ever toyed with me like that, and it sends me over the edge, as I cling to your body and sigh out a short, but intense, orgasm.

We fool around a while longer, and eventually relax, simply whispering to each other, caressing each other’s bodies. And we make a date for next weekend, when I have time to spend the night.

I really fucking hope you call. I’ve had this itch all week.