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Dream Girl

By: Iscaa



It was nearing sunset and the workday was drawing to a close. He was just in the process of closing the bar up when he looked out towards the beach. A single girl was walking slowly along the shore, slowly, even languidly. From this distance, it was hard to see with any detail what she looked like. She was walking in the sand barefooted, sandals in her hand. A white bikini with a transparent cover up that flowed in the gentle breeze covered her body and glowed in the diminishing sunlight. Her dark hair was long and slightly curly; wafting about her face in the gentle breeze, her hand rose every now and then to draw it away from her face. He was fascinated watching her move gracefully towards him.

There was something familiar about her; but he just couldn't place her in his mind no matter how hard he tried. His gaze never wavered from her flowing form as if he were drawn to her like a moth is drawn to the candle flame. Someone put some romantic Latin music on the jukebox and it drifted towards the beach, adding to the surreal image forming in his mind. He kept watching the girl until she stopped and started to slowly sway to the music. It was like she was dancing just for him,and his heart beat faster as he watched her.

She moved her hips in time to the music, her arms lifting up, fingertips running up one arm, and then the other, along her shoulders, across her throat and back behind her head, lifting her hair up. Then she would do it all again, very slowly to the rhythm of the song. The breeze moved the light material of the cover up and her hair, making it a graceful dance, swirling, so lovely to see. He was moved to walk towards her now, but he didn't want to break the spell. Waiting, watching, finally the song came to an end, and he looked on with desire and love in his eyes as she slowly sank to her knees.

He slowly walked up to her and halted in front of her kneeling form. Her head raised and she looked up at him with expectant eyes and he knew her, yet he still could not remember her name. Brushing tendrils of hair from her face he took her hands and pulled her up against him, feeling her warmth flowing into his body from their contact. Gazing into her eyes he bent his head and lightly brushed her lips with his. She sighed and waited for more, putting her hands on his chest and clutching at him with a desire so strong that it was palpable. He kissed her, gently taking his time, and her lips parted against his own. One hand came up and stroked her throat, the other one went to the small of her back to bring her in closer. 

The faint swell of music started again, and their bodies moved almost involuntarily in time with it. His lips moved back over hers and worked their magic, until she opened her mouth for his tongue to slip inside. Her breath quickened, as well as her pounding heart beat. His hand slowly moved its way down her throat and his fingers played lightly on her skin. Brushing over the fabric of the bikini top, and he could feel the nipples rise through the thin material. She moaned and shivered as his finger tips moved to the edge of the bra and traced along it down where it joined in the center. He pushed the material aside and moved his hand to the nipple, rubbing it between his finger and thumb. With his other hand, he brought her hips up against his groin, always moving to the music.

They went on kissing, fondling, moving together for many long minutes that felt wonderfully like forever. He was very hard for her, and she could feel it pressed into her groin making her wetter by the moment. When he could wait no longer, he picked her up and walked towards the water until they were up to his waist in the gentle surf. The water was warm and caressed their limbs as he set her down in the surf, keeping a arm around her waist so she would not float away. Continuing with his kisses, he moved to caress her mouth and then her exposed smooth throat with his lips. She opened his shirt and ran her hands over his toned and muscular chest reveling in the sensations coursing through her body from the simple touch of him. The wind picked up and small waves washed over them, making them sway back and forth to the beat of the ocean. Even though the music still drifted over to them, when he looked back at the beach, they were remarkably alone.

He looked back at her body, sensual and soft in the fading sunset. Her white bikini was practically transparent and he could see her tight erect dark nipples and the luxuriant triangle of dark hair lower down. He groaned out loud and kissed her passionately. Moving her deeper into the water he removed her top and flung it to the shore. His hands massaged her breasts and worked her nipples; she moaned and arched her back into his hands, before pulling at and removing his shirt. As he slipped her bottoms down her legs, she did the same for him.

Their hands moved over each other's bodies, exploring, touching, caressing and building up the heat. When he put his hand between her legs, he could feel how wet and ready she was for him , even in the water. He gently caressed her with his fingers and then she put her lips to his ear and whispered "I want you inside of me now." He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he entered her. He slid in so easily as she was so wet for him by now. She had her arms around his neck, and the water made it easy to move slowly in and out of her. They kissed and made love slowly for a long time as they were alone and in no rush. Slowly he thrust into her, and she hung on to him tightly, moving with him in a perfect rhythm. As the tension built up they moved faster and faster, until they exploded together with simultaneous cries of pleasure. It seemed like it went on and on, a never ending climax. As they came down from their bliss they clung to each other, catching their breath.

He smiled and looked into her eyes, then she started to fade in his arms, and he looked around wildly, but she had vanished. He was back in his bar looking out towards the ocean, and sadly realized it had been a dream, only a dream. Shaking his head, he slowly finished closing the bar for the day; his head filled with confusion and remorse at love and passion lost. It had felt so real, he knew he would never forget his dream girl. 

Dream Girl



Attention: This story is fictional and is not real. You need to be eighteen years of age or older to read this story. If you are not or if you don't like sexual themed stories please stop reading this story now! Please go to a different web site.

This story starts with me in my first class with Prof. Harrison. I am in my third year of collage. While in class, I start daydreaming about Michelle, which is setting the next row over and two chairs up. She is the girl of my dreams. I have wanted her ever since she started going to collage here two months ago. She is so very beautiful. Michelle is a twenty-one year old white female with olive skin. She is five feet nine inches tall and is 120 pounds. She has straight, flat, silky, soft, platinum blonde hair to her ass and sparkly light-blue eyes. She has very long arms and legs. Her ass is small, firm soft, and shaped like a heart. Her stats are 36C+/28/33.

Now let me describe myself to you. My name is Jordan. I am a twenty-one year old white male. I am five feet ten inches tall and 150 pounds. I have straight, flat, silky, golden blonde hair to my shoulders (in back only) and dark-blue eyes. I have very long arms and legs. I have medium-size and firm ass. My dick is eight inches long by two inches wide.

Most females almost throw themselves at me but Michelle acts as if she doesn't even know I exist. She is a Cheerleader. There is a basketball game, which she is going to cheer at tonight. Therefore, she is wearing her cheerleading uniform. Her uniform is tight, sleeveless, very low-cut top (front and back), and the skirt only goes halfway down her thighs. It has a small team logo (Cheetah) in the upper left corner of the top. The team colors are maroon, jet-black and white. The skirt is maroon, black and white vertical stripes. The top has a diagonal three-inch white stripe from the upper right corner to the lower left corner. Above the white stripe is maroon and below is black. She looks very hot and sexy in her cheerleading outfit.

This is our last class of the day. The bell rings ending this class. I get my stuff and leave, going back to my dorm room. Michelle gets her stuff and leaves as well. What I don't see is that she follows me. She follows me all the way back to my room. When I get to my room, I go inside and put my stuff on the floor by the bed. Then I hear my door open and I turn around to see whom it is that is coming in. I see Michelle come into my room. "Hi Michelle. What do you want?"

"Hi Jordan. I have noticed you looking at me. I can tell you want me. Why haven't you ask me out?"

"I do want you a lot. You are very beautiful. Will you be my girl friend?"

"Yes, Jordan I will be your girl friend. If you do one thing for me."

"Sure. What is it?"

"If you will make love to me right here and now."

"Wow. Ok"

She walks over to me and kisses me on the lips. She then pushes her tongue into my mouth and our tongues battle with each other. Her arms go slow around to the back of my neck and she pulls me into a deeper kiss. I do the same thing to her. She pushes us back towards my bed. When the back of my legs touches the bed, I stop kissing her. "Michelle turn around and let me take your cheerleading outfit off."

She doesn't say a thing and just turns around and lets me take off her uniform. I throw it on the floor. She looks very sexy in just her panties and bra. Her panties and bra are black string bikini thongs. She turns back around to face me.

"How do I look?"

"You are very sexy and beautiful."

"Thank you lets get your clothes off now."

She grabs my light-blue dress shirt and unbuttons it, throwing it on the floor with her outfit. Next, she takes off my tight blue jeans. I am wearing underwear that is a maroon tight string thong. I take off her panties and her bra, leaving her completely nude. She takes off my underwear. We throw them on the floor with the rest. She lies down on my bed and spreads her legs. Her pussy is shaved except above it, which is very hairy. I get down between her legs and put my lips on her pussy. I lick my tongue up the outside of her pussy lips. I push my tongue inside her pussy going as far as I can. I lick up and down both sides of her pussy. I also lick all around the top and bottom of her pussy. It makes her groan with intense pleasure. Her body starts to shake with an orgasm. She yells out.

"OH JORDAN!! Iiiiiiiiiii love it! More, more!"

I continue to eat her pussy while she starts having an orgasm. I reach under her nice small ass with my hands, pushing up on them to get deeper into her soaking wet pussy. It makes her really go crazy with lust. I stop eating her out and let her calm down.

I crawl up her body to her breasts. I put my lips on her left nipple and start to suck on it. My right hand goes to her right breast, caressing and kneading it. My left hand goes down between us and I finger her pussy. I do all three of these things to her at the same time. I suck on her nipple and bit it with my teeth. I caress all over her breast and pinching the nipple. With my other hand, I roll her clit between my fingers, making her groan with ecstasy. I keep playing with all three-body parts. After several minutes, her pussy gushes with juices and she has a mind-blowing orgasm. It takes her several minutes to come down from her high. 

I set up at the end of the bed. I bring her legs up over my shoulders and line my cock up with her pussy. She is so wet that I easily push my dick inside about halfway. It stops there and I feel resistance. Her cherry hasn't been popped yet. She is still a virgin. So I pull out of her to the head of my dick. I then ram my whole cock all the way inside her. I hold it inside of her to let her get use to the size. Her pussy is so very tight I love the feel of it around my dick. When she is ready, I slowly pull it out and push it back in again. I go faster little by little going in and out of her very wet pussy. She really has great muscle control with the muscles around her pussy. Every time I push in she claps down on my dick.

She is moaning and groaning, getting more and more excited with each thrust into her pussy. She thrusts her ass up to meet my dick that is coming down. We keep thrusting to meet each other, getting harder and faster each time. My balls slap against her body. We can hear my dick going in and out of her pussy. I can start to feel the build up in my balls. It won't be long until I explode. I keep pushing and pulling, in and out of her cunt. I can feel her pussy start to spasm around my dick.

She groans with intense pleasure and starts to shake with a mind-blowing orgasm. She takes several minutes to come down from her orgasm. I then push one last time, down all the way into her and launch load after load of cum deep into her cunt. We both collapse on the bed with me lying on top of her. We fall asleep on the bed a few minutes later. 

I wake up and it is plum dark out. I wake Michelle up and tell her it is very late.

"It is ok. I'll spend the night with you."

"Ok that is great. Do you want to make love again?"

"Yes I do."

We do every thing we can think of twice and in every possion possible. We are up until almost dawn. When we do finish we fall back asleep for two more hours. We then wake up again. I ask her if she wants to take a shower together. She says yes. We go to the bath room and take a shower together. We caress and suck every part of the other. We wash each others bodies off. We go back to my room. She puts her clothes back on and I put on some clean clothes. I buy her breakfast and take her back to her room. I kiss her goodbye and say I love you. She says the same back to me. I leave and go back to my place.

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Dream Girl



Taylor Hanson stood and watched this perfect angel of a girl. Ashley was her name. He had followed her everyday since he found out she had just moved to Tulsa. She was a fan of him and his brothers, but from what he had observed of her, she was down to earth. The one day he had seen her walk through the same woods he frequently hid in, from the world of cameras and obsessed fans. He had found out that she was seventeen, although he had guessed at first for her to be closer to his age of twenty. 

He silently followed her as she made her way to the spot he had left behind with the first whirlwind of fame back in 1997. 

She sat and leaned against the big maple tree that seemed to touch the sky. She was sheltered from the harsh rays of the sun by its enormous expanse of branches heavily adorned with leaves. He studied her from a close, but safe distance. She was amazing. Long brown hair that fell to her waist, deep brown eyes framed by glasses that just enhanced their beauty. She was 5'6, so much shorter than his 6'4, but she was considered tall for her age. He had watched her enough times to know she hadn't much self-esteem. She'd never had a boyfriend and was a virgin in all sense of the word, right down to her unkissed full lips. His gaze shifted down to the swell of her breasts in the baby doll shirt that was red and said rock glam on it. He guessed her to be a D cup. His eyes danced down over her stomach. The reason to her low self-esteem. She was not skinny, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. He loved the fact she wasn't another skinny girl with nothing to grab onto. Although he knew she only saw it as a burden. He finished his observation of her by looking over her long legs that were always in jeans, no matter how hot it got. 

She bent forward and rested her forehead against her drawn up knees and sighed. He knew thsi position too well. She was crying again. This was her release from a life full of pain. He longed to take her in his arms and hold her. Tell her she was worth more than all his fame and money could ever be. 

She cried for a few minutes longer than tilted her tearstained face up and leaned her head against the trunk of the tree. Again his gaze flew to her wonderful breasts as she drew deep breaths to calm her lungs back to normal. He wanted so bad to caress them, imagining how soft they were. His groin tightened as he thought of the place between her thighs that was even softer. 

Just then, she stood up and walked back to her home. He slowly came out of his hidng place and sat down in the warmed spot she had just vacated. He just stayed there until it started to get cold as night was fast approaching. He then went back to his home and laid in bed, thinking of Ashley and losing himself in the soft warmth of her body. 

When he awakened the next morning he was determined to have her. She loved him, he knew. He just never wanted her to regret giving herself to him. 

He would be her first. 

He waited until she started her walk into the woods again. This time he had a purpose and his deisre started growing in his pants. 

This time when she sat down he waited, then slowly walked and stopped right in front of her. 

She looked up, startled, and gasped at who she saw. 

Taylor smiled,"Hello Ashley." 

Her beautiful brown eyes were wide in surprise,"uh..Hi. I didn't expect to see you here." 

She stood up and dusted off the back of her jeans. 

"Ashley, I want you to listen carefully," he said, getting right to the point,"I have been watching you since you first moved here. I need you. I need to feel you under me. I know you love me. Let me love you with my body." 

She didn't know what to say. She had only dreamed of this moment,"I..you're joking aren't you? Please Taylor, I don't need to be hurt anymore than I am," she started to walk away. 

He grabbed her wrist gently. his eyes pleaded with her,"I'm not joking. I want you. I need you. Please don't turn me away." He tilted her head up to look at him. Her eyes gazed shyly into his. "I know you want me too," he continued,"I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your body. Come with me, please?" 

It was getting dark out by then and she could no longer deny what she had wanted for so long and was now coming true. She just nodded and he took her hand and led her to his house where he lived all alone. 

He led her into his home and up to his bedroom. He started to turn on a light when she stopped him, touching his arm with her hand. "Please Taylor," she whispered,"I'm scared as it is. And I'm gonna be embarrassed enough soon." He obliged and his hand feel from the light switch. 

He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He buried his face in her soft hair that smelled of strawberries and the woods they had just left. He lifted his face and kissed her delicious lips gently at first, then slowly harder, with the passion he had held in check for so long. He broke the kiss then and looked at her. 

Her eyes had opened back up and she just waited to see what he would teach her next. He started kissing her again and this time parted her lips with his tongue. It slipped into her hot, wet mouth and explored, finding her tongue. Her arms creeped up and twisted around his neck. She tentatively started kissing him back again and their tongues danced together. 

His lips left hers and he traced down her neck. He lifted his head and silently took her shirt off. Then his lips began where they had left off. 

He kissed his way over her collarbone and down to the cleft of her breasts. Her breathing grew quicker and he could feel her heartbeat grow rapidly. 

He picked her up with a strength that surprised her and laid her down on his bed. He crawled on top of her and continued his exploration of her body with his lips. While he kissed the valley between her breasts he undid the clasps of her bra in the back. 


He gently pulled it off and stared down at her through the moonlight coming in through the windows. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he cupped the soft underside of one of her breasts. He teased the rosy nipple until it strained up, wanting more. He lowered his head and took it into his mouth. He heard her draw in a sharp breath. He finished with that one and started on her other breast. Her breathing was ragged now. His mouth left her breast, leaving the nipple hard and wanting more, and he kissed down over her soft stomach. He lifted his head and ran his hands over it. "Your skin is so soft," he told her. 

"That's the consolation for fat girls," she said kind of sadly. 

His head jerked up and he slid back up on her body and looked in her eyes. "You are beautiful," he said, running his fingers over her cheek and then her lips,"I don't sleep with just anyone Ashley. You are very special. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Got it?" he tilted her head so she looked into his crystal blue eyes. 

"Yes," she said softly. 

With that, he slid back down her body and slowly undid the button and zipper on her jeans. He slipped them off, along with her underwear. He looked up and saw her watching him sort of nervously. 

He rose back over her again and kissed her sweetly on the lips,"Don't be embarrassed angel. You have nothing to be ashamed of." Then he started kissing her again, slowly with more passion. 

While they were kissing, her hands tangled in his hair. 

He used the diversion to slip two fingers into the silky curls between her thighs. He found the aching bud nestled there and started to stroke it. She gasped against his lips. He deftly slid his hand down and plunged two fingers in her. Her legs fell apart by themselves. 

She was indulged in pleasure from his kisses and his hands. She couldn't believe this was happening. The guy she loved actually wanted her. He hadn't said he loved her, but he needed her and told her she was beautiful. And he said that after she had already given into him. She lost herself in him and what he was doing to her. He eventually stopped and knelt with one leg on each side of her and unbuttoned his blue shirt that matched his beautiful blue eyes and threw it aside. Then he pulled off his white wifebeater and tossed that aside as well. 

She stared up at his bare chest. "I've always wanted to see you without a shirt," she confessed kind of shyly. 

He smiled fondly down at her,"I'm sorry you had to wait so long." 

Her eyes stayed fixed on his soft blond hair, his deep pools of blue eyes, his wonderful chest, but she wouldn't let them drift any further down as he undid the button and zipper on his jeans and kicked them aside, leaving him in his boxers. Then as he dropped those, she sneaked a peak. Her eyes grew wide at how big he was. 

He saw the look on her face and laughed slightly,"Why are you so surprised? I'm sure you've noticed my hands are big." Then he gently placed his hand against hers. 

She never did answer him. She just enjoyed being under him as he lay above her. His knee nudged her legs apart further and his manhood pressed against her entrance. "This is gonna hurt you. I'll try to go as easy as I can." 

She nodded,"I trust you Taylor." 

He supported himself with his arms braced against the bed on either side of her head. He gently pressed into her and was met with resistance. He carefully pushed through it. He saw tears glistening in the moonlight on her face. He bent down and kissed them away. He pulled almost the whole way out, then plunged back in. They slowly got a rhythm going, once she got past the pain. 

She loved the feel of his weight pressing her into His bed. She loved this man SO much and this meant the world to her. 

She felt the beginnings of her first orgasm. It seemed to be more than she ever thought she could handle. It overtook her whole being, leaving her gasping for breath. 

Hey most intimate part of her body pulling at Taylor's caused him to let go with his own amazing orgasm. It felt like the best he had ever experienced, and he knew as he spilled his warmth into her that it was because he had finally made love to his soul mate. 

She lay completely drenched in sweat and spent. He had collapsed upon her. She reached up and stroked his wet hair. He laid his head on her soft breasts until he got some strength back. Then he shifted over to the side of her and pulled her into the circle of his arms. They lay there, totally content. 


Then he looked down into her face and whispered the words she had never though to hear from his soft lips,"I love you Ashley." 

She smiled,"I love you too Taylor. I always will." 

His arms tightened around her. "Don't ever leave me," he said as he buried his face in her sweet smelling hair. 

She snuggled into him,"That's one thing you'll never have to worry about." 

Then they feel asleep in each other's arms.



Dream Girl



I sat in my desk, bored out of my mind, half assed listening to Mr. Alger lecture about God knows what. My only bit of entertainment was my buddy Darnell goofing around beside me. We have been friends since we were in elementary. People always said that we were so alike; the only difference was the fact that I was white, and he was black. 

Now in university, we're still very much the same, just a bit more mature... Who am I kidding? Mature my ass. I chuckled slightly at that thought, and Darnell turned to look at me and smiled. The tentative knock at the door got my attention. Happy for Mr. Alger's distraction I turned to ask Darnell about the frat party tonight. Just as I was about to speak, I heard Mr. Alger say "Take a seat in the empty desk in front of Alexander." Immediately my head swerved in the direction of my now no longer footstool, to see who was about to occupy it, and was completely floored.

There, standing in front of me was a chocolate, cinnamon, golden brown; I don't even know what goddess. All I knew was that I wanted to run my tongue along every inch of her skin that I could find it that moment.

I must have been gapping at her for far to long, instead of moving my feet to accommodate her. For then I noticed a delicately shaped eyebrow raise in question, and her arms rise to fold across her chest, raising her cleavage further into my line of view. Thankfully Darnell came to my aid before I made an even bigger fool of myself by kicking my feet off the seat of her chair. She sighed, unfolded her arms and sat down.

While I was slowly recovering from, God's best creation on this planet, I heard Darnell snickering beside me. I turned to see him mouth to me "You're fucked!" I smiled and sat back, a little happier to be in this class, as I memorized every detail I could about the girl of my dreams in front of me. 

Her shiny, mid back length hair I noticed was a deep drown, with red and golden highlights, which at first thought were chemically induced, but with further inspection found were as natural as my need to breathe. I did just that, and found that it smelled of coconut and milk. Remembering her eyes, their rich coffee colour seemed to have flecks of gold around the pupils curved into doe like almond shapes. Her dainty nose that expressed her ethnicity, slightly crinkled by the set of her mouth. That mouth, it made me want to moan. It was a light pink that didn't come from lipstick; it looked so soft, as her bottom lip slightly pouted. I could think of nothing more than wanting to kiss her stupid, and have her lips swell and beg for more. I found myself getting hard from just remembering her face, and began to wonder about how I would react from thinking about the rest of her body. What a body it was, she may have been no more than 5'4 but she knew how to hold herself in a manner that made me want to sink my fingers into every curve.

Her neck was slender and just begging to be kissed, licked, and marked by my mouth, as was the rest of her that crept under her orange, silk dress. Especially those breasts, the way the silk curved, and formed like a second skin made my mouth dry. They weren't large, more in the B cup range, but had me wanting to cup them, and feel how they perfectly fit into the palm of my hands. Succulent breasts lead to a little waist, with silk clinging to every nook, which swelled out to generous hips- the perfect hourglass figure. Those hips made me want to do things, most of them involving sticking any part of my body I could in between them, preferably my face, hands, and rock hard cock of course. Hips slimmed to smaller but muscle toned thighs. I found myself slightly saddened by the fact that I could only see a little of her skin between where the short dress ended, and her high, black socks started.

Her outfit intrigued me. I took a lot of guts to wear such a bright orange colour, and equally that amount of courage by the length, probably if any other girl around here that I knew wore something like that I'd say she was doing it to get attention from the guys. But with my dream girl, it made her look innocent, and child like. I had a feeling she had to be careful not to bend over to far. With just that thought, I wanted to be the one to bend her over as I slowly thrust in and out of her, while watching as her dress slowly hitched up over her ass, slowly revealing her pretty little pussy to me as I sawed my cock in and out. I was beginning to wonder if she was wearing any panties under that dress or not, that thought made me bite my lip, and stifle a moan, as my already aching cock grew bigger.

I have to know this girl's name, I just met her and I'm silently begging for her pussy.



Dream Girl



"Pretty shitty duty," I said to myself. The cobwebs didn't say anything in reply, nor did the old pilots' licenses hanging in their cracked frames. Still, with my MP3 going and a thermos of hot, hot coffee, I wasn't seriously complaining. It sure as hell beat Iraq - nobody trying to blow my ass up again. 

I brushed the hair out of my eyes. Long blonde bangs look good in a bar, not so great when the dust swirls like a blizzard and cobwebs hang everywhere. I could feel a thin layer of mud building where the dust contacted the sweat on my skin, and cool liquid trickles under my arms and breasts. Meanwhile, the old-fashioned spirit thermometer outside the small window by the door read a cool ten degrees Fahrenheit.

My cell rang, a short riff from a Talking Heads song, 'Life in Wartime.' 

"Yeah?" I said into it. It was the Powder River County Manager calling.

"Haven't you got that place closed up yet? If you get your ass snowed in, I'm not sending the Sheriff out to rescue you."

"Ernie, I'll get the place closed up, although not by your deadline. All of my staff are down with the flu, so it's just the Director of Public Works doing the work," I said.

His tone softened. "Melissa, I didn't mean to be gruff. It's just that the County Supervisors are chewing my ass about the cost of that airstrip. When we took it over, we thought the county could handle the upkeep. Hell, most of them were going around saying the town'd make a profit off the Belle Creek airstrip. Just do the best you can - and be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," I said and ended the call. I wondered about the dreamy quality in Ernie's voice whenever he addressed me. He gave me a hard time, alright, but I know if he hadn't been able to raise me on the phone, he'd be out here, snow or not, just to make sure I was alright. Nice man, maybe we'd go out some time. But even in rural Montana, people frown on a boss dating his employee.

I was just getting ready to heft up another piece of thick plywood over one of the few windows in the small hangar, part of the soon to be closed 'Belle Creek Airpark,', which was really just a 1300 foot paved runway, and a couple of steel buildings. My muscles were already starting to get sore - I wasn't sure if I was next in line for flu, or if it was just my 34 year old muscles rebelling. After service in Iraq and a total of 10 years in the Army, I'd spent the last few years in Powder River County, a lovely little Montana county near, well, nothing. And Belle Creek was just a speck on most maps.

As I lifted up the sheet of wood, the shortwave radio in the building crackled, then a woman's voice came over, clear and strong - "Unknown air strip tower, this is Cessna 1564B, I need to set down. Do I have clearance? Can you verify runway length?"

What the fuck? I was only vaguely aware of how to even use the radio, and had no idea of clearances. Matt Granger took care of that stuff, including closing this whole shebang down, except, Matt was in bed....with Miriam, his wife, who he 'said' had the flu. He said he had the flu, too, but I'd seen his wife. Even I'd be tempted to be in bed with her, and I'm a chick.

"Um, hey there, this is Belle Creek air, uh, airpark. Sure, you can land here, there's no one else using the runway. And it's about 1300 feet long - I hope that'll do you." I wasn't going to be mistaken for a real control tower, I didn't think.

"Oh, great, that'll work," the woman's voice replied brightly. "The sky is lowering like mad, it looks like there's gonna be a blizzard. I can't get above it, and I can't fly through or around it. See you soon, tower."

I figured I'd better get outside and look her in. Soon enough, a tiny black dot in the western sky turned into a bigger dark red dot, which eventually became a lumpy looking burgundy thing with a small passenger cabin, a long tail, and one propellor, in the front. She came in, smooth as silk, then taxied down to the end of the runway, by the hangar and the sheds. The prop spun, then stuttered and stopped. 

The pilot got out, a young and slim, black-haired girl of about 5'9", hair long and glossy, wearing aviator sunglasses, a brown leather bomber jacket over a thick sweater, blue jeans and cowboy boots. She looked around, then spotted me and strode over.

"Hi," she said, extending a hand. "I'm Valerie Gates - you are...?" Her words came out in a white cloud that hung in the still air around us. We shook hands - her hand was as cold as a banker's heart.

"Melissa Johnson. What brings you to Belle Creek?" I asked, being hospitable. She pulled off the glasses to reveal clear, warm brown eyes that smiled all by themselves. They didn't go at all with the cold hand.

"Those, and that," she said, pointing to the thickening clouds and building mist. As if they were her sidekicks trying to emphasize her point, the first few flakes drifted down between us, to add themselves to the two foot plus already serving as a base."Plus my cockpit heater went out." The red tip of her nose, her ice cold hand, and her bright red cheeks supported that claim.

"Wow, you must be pretty cold," I said, looking up at her. She had a good three inches on me. "I don't have much here, but I've got a thermos of hot coffee. Like some?" 

"God, yes please, I'd love it!" she said, her lips shivering. I showed her the way into the old hangar. As the door thumped shut behind us, her leather boots echoed off the concrete floor and the open space of the vacant space. My rubber soled desert boots were almost noiseless. "Sorry I don't have any cream or sugar, I wasn't really expecting guests," I said.

"No worries. So long as it's hot...." She smiled. It was a nice smile.

"So, what's your story?" I asked. "You don't look as though you were planning on making a visit to Belle Creek..."

"No," she said. "I was transporting this Cessna 337 from Minneapolis to Seattle for my father. I can't get through the clouds and storm, so I looked around. Fortunately, you all had a strip here." She looked around. "I don't suppose there's a hotel or something?" She'd seen what Belle Creek looked like from the air.

"Well, there's a guest ranch...but it's closed until April," I said. "Otherwise, not much of anything for thirty miles or so." She frowned. It was still attractive.

"Maybe I could just bunk here?" she asked, the timbre of her voice rising, looking around the empty concrete. "I've got a sleeping bag in the plane..."

"Well....there's no heat, no water, and you might have a couple of feet of snow around you when you wake up." I smiled at her. "I could probably put you up, I live in Broadus, about 30 miles from here - there's really nothing here." 

The space between her eyebrows furrowed. She hesitated, then answered.

"I don't want to impose..." she said.

"Oh, I've been looking for some excuse to knock off, anyway," I said, setting aside the straw broom I'd been holding absently. "These days I'm more suited to desk work."

"This isn't your usual job?" she asked, eyebrows raising slightly, a slight twinkle in her eyes.

"Don't let the dirty face fool you," I said. "I'm no worker, I'm just a government bureaucrat. I'm in charge of Public Works for the county." I paused, then added. "Well, the offer's still open. I could use the company for an evening."

She smiled, warmly and as though we'd been girlfriends for ages. "I think I'd like that," she said.

"Good. My Grand Cherokees's behind the building. Gather up whatever you need from your plane. Oh, and I'll help you tie it down." We took care of the plane, then she took a bag out of the cockpit. She held it up. "This stuff'll keep us warm,' she said, with a grin, showing me a bottle of Courvoisier.

As we walked to the SUV, the flakes started getting serious, a real snowfall, whitening the view of the trees around us. We climbed in the Jeep, and I started it up, heading for Broadus. 

"Wow, I didn't realize how chilled I was," Valerie said. "Feel," taking my hand and holding it against her smooth cheek.

"You've got a seriously cold face, Val," I said, a little concerned. "Do you feel numb anywhere? Frostbite is a serious threat in Montana in February."

"Naah, hey I did a couple of years in Alaska, I've dealt with cold, I'll be okay," she said.

As we rounded a switchback on the downslope of a steep hill about halfway to Broadus, I swerved to miss a jack rabbit jumping in front of us. The Jeep slid on a patch of ice. "Fuck!" I muttered, feeling it slide into a snowbank on the left side of the road. I was thrown against the door panel, and Valerie into the console between us.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking over at Valerie.

"Yeah, I'm okay. How about you?" she said. "Can you get it going?"

"We'll see," I said as I put it into four wheel drive. "Shit. I'll take a look. It's probably just a little thing."

As I exited the driver's side, I immediately stepped into a drainage ditch filled with icy slush under a coating of snow. "Shit!" It soaked my boots, pants and legs up to mid-thigh. At first I felt just wetness, then thousands of icy-cold needles jammed themselves into my lower body.

To make things worse, the snowfall and fog had become so heavy, it was as though our Jeep was wrapped in cotton batting. I couldn't see more than about fifty feet away.

"Can I help?" Val yelled.

"No, I'm fucking up just fine by myself," I yelled back, only a little sarcastically. I heard her door open, then slam shut, her boots making crunching sounds in the packed snow. 

"I KNEW these boots'd come in handy," she said, as she helped pull my rapidly numbing self out of the icy muck. The desert boots weren't doing much to protect my feet from the elements. I hadn't planned on being out in them for long. I lay down on the snow bank and looked under the Jeep. I found that we'd snagged on a guard rail anchor cable.

"Hey, look in the back and get me a tire iron, okay, hon?" I said. Val rummaged around and brought it back to me, lying down on the snow and ice next to me. 

"Here ya go....hon," she said, and winked. Then it occurred to me that I'd just called her that.

"Oops....sorry about the 'hon' part," I said. Val smiled.

"It sounded real friendly. I didn't get much of that in New York."

"I thought you said you were from Minneapolis," I said.

"No, I said I was flying from Minneapolis. For the last few years I lived in Manhattan - New York, not Kansas. I used to work for Lehman Brothers." She looked at me appraisingly.

"Too bad. Lost your job, huh?" She nodded. I guess I passed her 'knowledge of current affairs' test. "Here, help me with this." I could give her my own test.

I lay under the SUV, the frigid ground rapidly sucking heat out of me. If things didn't go right, this little thing could turn into a big bad thing. I told her to crawl next to me, and hold onto the end of the tire iron, while I flexed it into the cable. It took us about five minutes, but we wrestled the underside of the engine off the cable, then we both stood up.

"Oh my goodness, you got grease all over your hands...and face...and arms, and those cinders ground into your jacket. It looks ruined," I said. Val looked herself over.

"It'll clean up." I smiled inside. She seemed like a nice lady, with a nice attitude. 

To my consternation, though, I was starting to feel a little disconnected. I was seriously being affected by the cold.

"Val, we've gotta get going, I'm feeling this," waving my hand at our surroundings.

"Sure, hon," she said, with no hint of irony. I put the Jeep in gear and headed out, a little slower this time, in case there were any more jihadi bunnies out there. I was starting to really hurt from the cold, and I felt a sensation of just...drifting, my vision narrowing to small circles.

"Melissa, you okay?" Val said, looking over at me.

"I guess I got a little more exposure than I should have," I groaned. The next thing I knew, Val was helping me over to the passenger seat, and she took her place in the driver's seat. 

"You navigate, hon," she said. From there, most of the trip was a blur to me. 

Somehow, she got out of me which house was mine, once we got to town. She helped me through the door, and up the stairs. I vaguely remember hearing water running in the bathtub, as she helped me to pull off my icy wet clothing. Then I felt a searing liquid heat that hurt and simultaneously felt achingly good as she sat me down in the water.

Val had managed to get me home, in an area I doubt she'd ever been before, then took it upon herself to get me re-thermalized. I came to, waking up, really, in the tub, immersed up to my nipples in bubbles and hot water. Val was seated on the ledge of the tub.

"Hi," she said. "You kind of blacked out there. Um, I took it on myself to get you in some hot water. I suppose I could as easily have put you in bed, but 'six of one, half-dozen of another', I guess." I looked down at myself - I was completely naked. "Wow, that's never happened before," I said.

"Been undressed by another woman? Pity," Val said. I looked at her. Her look gave nothing away.

"Huh, no, I mean blacking out," I said. I could feel a blush rising up my chest to my face.

"I've seen people react that way to hypothermia before. I spent a couple of years flying in the National Guard in Alaska. With some stimulation of your extremities, I think you'll be okay."

I stared at her. "Oh, right...stimulation."

"No, seriously," Val said. "We recovered your core temperature, but a lot of capillaries - you know, the tiny little blood vessels at skin level and about an inch under your skin - may have shut down, part of your body's attempt to protect itself from the cold. Heat doesn't bring them back, massaging does." I thought about it. It SOUNDED like it made sense.

"Um, okay...what do you want me to do?" I asked sleepily. Val smiled as she stood up, and started peeling off her clothes.

"Well, I think you should continue your heat therapy in the tub, so I'll just join you." As she was talking, she was looking into my eyes - hers were dark, almost black, and kind of mysterious. I didn't know the first thing about this woman, but she was drawing me in to her. She unzipped her Neve Heidi sweater, then pulled it over her head, her long, glossy black hair falling out over her shoulders in swirling waves.

Underneath, she wore a plain white crop top. She pulled that over her head, revealing the plain white bra, maybe a 34 C, underneath. She set it neatly next to the sweater on the vanity. "When I fly in the winter, I like to layer," she said. 

In my confused, dreamy state, it sounded like "lay her." But of course, that couldn't be right.

As she reached behind to unhook her bra, she said, "It can be sixty degrees on the ground, and get down to twenty in the cockpit, so you've got to be ready for anything, y'know?" I just nodded dumbly, still weak from hypothermia and the soporific effects of the lovely bubble bath Val had drawn for me.

She leaned forward, shaking the cups of the brassiere off her breasts, revealing quite lovely full breasts, nipples deep pink, with moderately wide areolas surrounding them. Her nipples weren't erect or hard, but small. Val smiled softly at me, seeing me appraising her breasts. "My ex-girlfriend used to love kissing 'em," she said, looking down at her sweet mounds.

I felt a shock run through me - she'd as much as admitted she was a lesbian! Should I be scandalized? Perhaps at another time I would have been, but I was having trouble being bothered by it. And frankly, I'd always pictured lesbians as being sort of ugly, or mannish, though I'd run across several in the Army, and they'd just been ordinary people. But Valerie was absolutely stunning.

I decided to lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying the heat of the bath, and using my hearing instead of sight to 'visualize' the scene in my bathroom. And I thought to myself, as a small tingle began to form in my clit, if I wished a wish hard enough, I could make it so...  When I hear the rustle of denim, I know she's taking off her jeans. I can imagine her pulling the tail of the brown leather belt out of its loop, then unbuckling it. Reaching down to unsnap the top button, or pull the copper rivet out of its hole, then slowly sliding the zipper down to its terminus, the opening there widening to show the color of her panties. Are they white, I wonder? Satin? Cotton? I guess 'pink, and satin.' That seem to suit what little I know of her.

The small sounds as she shimmies the rough fabric off her hips - probably full, wide hips, I guess...I really couldn't see them under her bomber jacket. She'd take care to leave her panties on when she removes her jeans. She seems to like the art of seduction - patience and planning are the most important factors there. 

I visualize the denim jeans forming a dark blue puddle around her bare ankles. Perhaps she'd catch the tip of her tongue between perfect white teeth, as she tries to pull, first her left foot, then freeing that, her right foot, giving the foot a little shake so that the jeans fall to the floor. I can almost see her reach down and gracefully pick up the jeans by their waistband between thumb and forefinger of one hand, draping them over the vanity, with her other clothing.

Then she would run the fingers of her right hand up the small crotch of her bikini panties - they WOULD be bikini panties - her fingertips softly caressing her vulva, along the labia, softly against the small clitoris, giving a tiny shudder of pleasure as she touches herself. The panties giving no hint of a pubic bush - would she be entirely bare?

She would smile at me, then hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties on both sides of her hips, pulling them down....off her hips, the vee of her groin narrowing, her skin pink and smooth, until the deeper pink and the folds of her clitoral hood, and her clit, and her labia...a glistening of new excitement in her center.

The shiny pink of her panties slipping down, against the smooth, satin skin of her perfect thighs, their destination a complete mystery, as all of my attention centers on her vulva, perfect little pussy, lips begging to be kissed, clit begging to be touched.

She steps over to the tub, holding two small glasses of her brandy up, the price of her admission into my pool of pleasure, her smile warm. She lifts her right leg over the edge of the tub. As she moves, her small slit opens, her center dark and glistening for me. Her toes delicate and pink, they touch the surface of the water gingerly, small rings running away from her and towards me.

She wrinkles her nose. "Hot," she comments.

I slide over, making room for her. She sets her foot, hissing at the temperature, then lifts her other perfect foot and brings it in to join the party. She kneels down, her slim calves and thighs pressing against my thigh. She sighs with pleasure as she sinks into the heated water. I hear a whisper, a woman's voice...

I opened my eyes, and looked at her. It was just as I had dreamed. Naked Valerie slipped into the tub with me, her skin silky against mine, her nipples hard against mine.

"I said, you look as though you've been dreaming, sweetie," she said, her eyes smiling. "I just flew into town. I couldn't miss you, today of all days."

"I missed you, hon," I said, our lips meeting, as she pressed herself against me. "I decided to take a leisurely bubble bath, waiting for your return. I was sleeping, and I had the most pleasant dream - that I was meeting you for the first time, somewhere in Montana, I think. We both nearly froze to death, and you were rescuing me....right here in this tub."

"Like this?" Valerie asked, with a crooked little smile, her fingers just beginning what would be a long evening of pleasuring me. "Happy Valentine's Day, darling."

My lover had come home to me.



Dream Girl



(Dedicated to my beloved Technogeek.)

Rodney Johnson hated meetings -- endless, boring meetings, just so the talking heads in expensive suits could all point to the I.T. guy and say, "Look, tech support is here. See, we really DO give a shit about network security...or database management...or software integration...or blah blah blah..."

Bleary-eyed, he stifled a yawn as he sipped tepid coffee from a paper cup. Serves me right, he thought, staying up until 2:00 am on a weeknight. But gaming with his buddies was just what he'd needed, fragging the hell out of his friends online until he almost passed out in front of the computer screen and finally dragged his exhausted ass to bed. He couldn't think of a better way to de-stress after a hard day.

Except maybe one.

Rod shot a furtive glance across the table at her -- Ms. Diana Archer, administrative assistant to the general manager -- his dream girl, the goddess he worshiped from afar. She looked almost as bored as he felt, but she hid it well from everyone, everyone but him. Rodney had watched her for months, studying all of her quirky little mannerisms; he felt like he knew her better than anyone else did, even though she'd barely ever spoken to him. He knew she liked her coffee with extra cream and two sugars, and he recognized her perfume, even when she was no longer in the room. Her lovely hazel eyes gazed intently at the notepad in front of her, but he could tell her mind was a million miles away. Her light brown hair was twisted in the back and held with a clip; messy little wavy tendrils caressed the back of her neck, and he desperately wanted to brush them aside with his fingertips and kiss her there...and there...and that other spot over there. Hell, he just wanted to kiss her all over. Reverently and respectfully, of course – because she was, after all, a goddess. 

She wore a white blouse, unbuttoned just one button lower than office-appropriate -- and every time she fidgeted, every time she breathed, the fabric strained over her full breasts. The material was slightly sheer, and he thought her bra must be made out of some sort of lace, very thin, because her nipples just barely...

It suddenly occurred to him that he was staring at her tits, and he hastily looked down at his notes, scribbling furiously and hoping no one had noticed. Rod tried to appear deep in thought while they discussed the proposed firmware upgrade next week -- but all he could think about was rubbing those sweet little nubbins with his thumbs, and he could feel a firmware upgrade beginning in his crotch. Son of a bitch. Sporting a visible boner for his boss's secretary would be a severely career-limiting move. He had to adjust things to make it less noticeable, but he couldn't exactly grab his dick and yell, "Down, boy!" The meeting was drawing to a close, and there was no way in hell he could get up and file out of the room with everyone else, not in this condition. Unbidden, a bizarre picture flashed in his mind: of himself dressed as Teddy Roosevelt, leading the charge up San Juan Hill – not with an outstretched arm brandishing a cavalry sword, but waving his erect penis as a signal to rally the troops. Oh, hell no. He had to think fast. 

He knocked his pen to the floor and kicked it nonchalantly (he hoped) under the conference table. Clearing his throat apologetically, he crawled under the table. If he could just shift his erection a little...it was too obvious poking down his pant leg, but maybe if he could push it up to get it to lay flat against his stomach, strangle it with the waistband of his boxers...or at least wait until everyone else had left the room...maybe he could slip into the men's room and tug a quick one off in the bathroom stall.

His breath caught at the sight before his eyes. Ms. Archer had kicked off her shoes under the table, and her toenails were painted deep cherry red; he supposed that if he licked them, they might taste sweet, like real cherries. Her legs were bare, no stockings, and he could smell the light, exotic perfume she always wore that he'd grown to love. He inhaled, breathing in her delicate scent, and wondered if she'd put a little dab behind her knees after her shower that morning. She shifted a little to slip her shoes back on, slightly hiking up her navy blue skirt, and her thighs parted for just a moment. Rodney swore he heard a heavenly choir as he was graced with a glimpse of Paradise: a perfect view of her yellow cotton panties, with little white daisies on them. His mouth went dry and his heart hammered in his chest as he pictured sliding his hands up her smooth skin, burying his head between those sweet thighs, and nuzzling and nipping gently at those tiny flowers. Fuck, oh fuck, this wasn't helping matters. Rod scrambled backwards clumsily, and whacked his head sharply on the underside of the table. 

"OW, shit!" he exclaimed, rubbing the point of impact.

Ms. Archer peered under the table, a concerned look on her face. "Oh, my goodness, are you okay, Mr. Johnson?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, backing out from under the table. 

"You know, I was going to call you today anyway," she said.

"Oh?" He could tell that it still wasn't safe to stand up, so he sat back down in his chair and began shuffling through meeting notes, pretending to be intensely engrossed in them. 

"Yes, I'm having some problems with my computer. It keeps giving me a message that new software has been installed, and rebooting over and over – it's so frustrating! I was wondering if you could stop by my office maybe about 4:00, help me figure out what's wrong?"

"Uh, sure, okay, you'll still be here?" His voice shook a little and he cleared his throat, hoping she didn't notice his eagerness.  

"Yes, that would be perfect." She smiled sweetly and he could feel his face grow hot. He didn't trust himself to speak without stammering, so he just nodded and kept staring at the papers in front of him.

"Umm, Mr. Johnson..."

He hadn't realized she'd crossed over to his side of the conference table, but suddenly, she was standing right next to him. Startled, he looked up from his meeting notes as she leaned over slightly, offering him a fabulous view of her gorgeous breasts. And yes, he could see that she was wearing a lacy white bra. It seemed she moved in slow motion as she reached her hand toward his...slowly, so slowly, she took the stack of papers, rotated them 180 degrees, and whispered, "These were upside down -– now they should be a little easier to read." She smiled again, winked, and left the room, humming to herself.

Back at his desk, Rod watched the minutes tick by on the clock; the rest of the day dragged so slowly that he felt like he was wading through quicksand in concrete combat boots. He answered countless tech support calls, removed viruses from three company laptops, and virus-scanned his own PC twice. He tested every pen on his desk, and threw out a couple that were dried out and inkless. He programmed several alarms and alerts into his iPhone - most importantly, one for his date...er, appointment with Ms. Archer. Too nervous to eat lunch, he downed two energy drinks and a Coke, then realized that was probably a mistake. He crumpled his useless meeting notes into little paper balls and shot baskets into his trashcan, or at least in that general direction. He started to make a graph of how many successful shots he'd made vs. how many total attempts...

And his phone interrupted with "Pour Some Sugar On Me". 3:45 -- YES. He hit the snooze option to silence it, and pumped his fist in the air. At 3:45 on a Friday, normally he'd be grabbing all of his stuff and racing to the door to beat rush hour. Instead, he was grabbing all his stuff and racing to the elevator to work unpaid overtime, and he couldn't be more excited. He shut down his system, gathered everything, locked his office, missed the elevator, took the stairs two at a time, and made it to the sixth floor by 3:53. The place was a ghost town since everyone tended to skate out early on Fridays. He walked quickly to Ms. Archer's office, panting, running his hand through his hair, trying not to sweat.

Her door was open, but her office was empty. What the fuck, she left early with everyone else? Rod's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He was tempted to just go home and start drinking his way into the weekend, maybe annihilate some enemies in World of Warcraft, but his sense of duty won out. Sighing, he sat down in front of her computer, and started a preliminary scan. Yep, just as he suspected, it was the same virus he'd cleaned off those laptops earlier. He'd get rid of it, but it would take a little time for the whole system scan to finish, and for the virus protection upgrade to install. At least he was in her chair -- a chair that smelled of her perfume and had likely been in direct contact with her gorgeous ass just minutes ago. He smiled at that thought, leaning back and closing his eyes.  

"Pour your sugar on me...oh, I can't get enough..." The snooze alarm on his phone went off again, but Rod was so exhausted that he dozed through it, incorporating the song into his dream -- which was rapidly turning into a not-safe-for-work rock video. Diana Archer was the star, bumping and grinding in a tiny yellow bikini. Then the bikini evaporated, and she wore nothing but daisies in her hair as she drizzled golden honey over her breasts. Mesmerized, he watched as she straddled his lap, slowly sliding her hands over her skin. Her left hand teased and tweaked her nipples, while her right hand continued down between her legs. Rod groaned as she slid her slim, perfectly manicured finger into her womanly wetness. "I'm hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet yeah..." Her eyes half-closed, she smiled down at him knowingly, and slipped her finger, slick with her juices, into his mouth. He sucked greedily, tasting honey, and flowers, and wine, and...

"Ooh, good song, I love it –"

"Me too," he breathed. He could feel her moist heat as she hovered just inches over his lap. He thrust his hips upward, seeking contact, but couldn't quite reach her.

"Def Leppard is such a great band," Diana declared. Rod wasn't sure why she was suddenly so interested in discussing music, but at this point he really didn't give a damn. Tossing back her head, she lifted her hair from the back of her neck while she gyrated to the song. Her breasts tantalized him, like luscious, ripe peaches just out of reach, and he was a starving man desperate for a taste. Rod tried to pull her down against his body, but found his arms were bound to the chair with heavy silver chains. Chains? Seriously, what the fuck was going on? He growled in frustration.

"Mr. Johnson, is everything okay?"

Rod's eyes flew open, and Ms. Archer was peering into his face, with the same look of gentle concern he'd seen after the meeting.

"Wha...?" He looked around in confusion, then down at his wrists, which were not manacled after all. "Oh man, I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his hand across his eyes. "Late night last night, must have fallen asleep." 

"Yes, I can see that," she said. "Between that, and whacking your head this morning, it's no wonder." She gave him a sly, sidelong glance and asked, "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Rod considered exactly what she might have heard, and was appropriately mortified. "Uh, no, I didn't know that." 

"Yes, I thought we were talking about how much I like your choice of ring tones – little did I know you were unconscious," she said, wryly.

Rod nodded briefly, then focused his attention on the keyboard and typed in a few commands to finish the software install. "There, that should take care of it," he said, clearing his throat. He stood up, realized he still had a dream-induced raging hard-on, and quickly stepped behind the chair to conceal it. Gesturing toward the now empty chair, he said, "Sorry, I was in your seat."

Ms. Archer sat down gracefully. "No need to apologize – thanks so much for staying late to fix my computer!" Clapping her hands with delight, Diana Archer spun her chair around – which put her at eye level to stare directly at the unmistakable bulge in Rodney Johnson's pants.

"Oh...my."

There was no hiding it, and Rod felt rising panic as words tumbled out of his mouth. "I, uh, thought you had already left for the weekend, since most people leave early on Friday, you know, and I wanted to make sure that your system was up and running when you got here first thing Monday morning, Ms. Archer."

She glanced up at him through a thick fringe of lashes. "Please, call me Diana," she said, softly. Rod held his breath as she hooked a finger through his belt loop and tugged him a step closer. She grabbed his name badge and read it. "Is your name really 'Rodney Johnson'?" 

Rod nodded, mutely, as she toyed with the buckle 

on his belt. 

"Rod Johnson – I like that," she mused. "Sounds like a porn star name." Diana giggled as she deftly unbuckled his belt, held both ends of the leather strap, and used it to pull him one step closer. "It sounds..." one long, slim finger traced the outline of his erection through his pants, "...promising." She yanked his belt out of the loops and dropped it to the floor. A shudder of pleasured anticipation ran through Rod's body, and he held back from climaxing by sheer force of will. 

"Ms. Arch—Diana, I don't really know if we should do this here."

"Why not? We're all alone, Rod, everyone else has left for the weekend." She batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly as she unzipped his fly. "I know you've been watching me. I always catch you staring at my tits, and you look at my ass every time I walk away. And I know you looked right up my skirt under the conference table this morning."

"Oh Diana, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything..." he stammered.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Ye gods, stop apologizing for everything! It pleases me that you find me...desirable." She yanked down his boxers and his turgid cock sprang free, bounced twice, then pointed directly at her pretty face, like a compass needle pointing due north. "Ah, there we are," she purred, "perfect." She grasped his shaft in her hand and lightly kissed the sensitive head of his dick. She stroked his length firmly, coaxing out a few clear drops of pre-cum; she made an appreciative little sound in her throat, and lapped them up, kitten-like, with her soft pink tongue. Rod felt his knees grow weak.

"WHOA, Diana, I don't know if I can...I mean, I'm not sure how long I can....ohhhh fuck..." his voice trailed off in a deep groan of need. He looked down, shocked, as the unattainable beauty he'd lusted after for so long took his hard cock between her warm, willing lips. With every down stroke, she took him deep, teasing the underside of his shaft with her talented tongue; on every up stroke, she gave a swirling lick around the swollen tip. He ran his fingers through her silky brown hair, pumping his hips slightly, fucking her sweet, sweet mouth. It was absolutely amazing -- even more amazing than the visions of her he conjured in his head when he jacked off. Rod felt his balls tighten and his knees started to shake. He tried to warn her, whispering, "Diana, that feels so good, so fucking fantastic, I'm not gonna be able to hold back much longer...if you don't stop, I'm going to cum."

With that, she held his hips firmly, redoubling her efforts. Rod felt every muscle in his body tense as his cock swelled in her mouth. "Fuck...oh fuck..." he moaned through gritted teeth, fisting his hands in her hair, "here it comes --"

The orgasm shot though his body like a bolt of lightning; he'd never felt a climax so intense before. Diana gulped and swallowed greedily as he shot spurt after spurt of hot semen. Rod felt like he might fall over, might pass out, but she slid her hands around to cup his bare buttocks for support, holding him captive in her mouth until she was sure he'd given her everything he had. Then and only then, she released him and stood up, licking her lips. 

Rod laughed weakly, shaking, and sat down heavily in the chair. "Wow. Just...wow. That was incredible. Thank you so much."

Diana smiled demurely, and bent over to kiss the tip of his nose. "Oh, don't think I'm through with you yet."

Rod looked down at his thoroughly sated and deflated member, then back up at Diana, smiling ruefully. "Uh, I don't know how long it will take before the South will rise again."

"Hush," she said, tracing his lower lip with her tongue. "Never underestimate your talents or abilities, Wizard," she whispered.

Huh? Wizard? Before his mind could totally register or ponder that little bit of weirdness, Diana straightened and stood proudly in front of him, commanding his full attention. Her back was to the window, and the sun was setting, streaking the sky with purple and gold. It silhouetted her body perfectly as she performed a private striptease, just for him. She slipped off her shoes, her business-like skirt, the blouse, that delicate lacy bra, and stood before him in nothing but her yellow cotton panties. He drank in the sight of her generous curves and satin smooth skin, her full breasts and taut, rosy nipples -- and damn, he could feel the stirrings of arousal again. He tried to act cool, but couldn't help but blush when she began removing his rumpled clothing, until he was even more naked than she. 

She sat on the edge of the desk, grinned invitingly, and beckoned. Rod didn't need to be asked twice. He rolled the chair up to the edge of the desk, and parted her thighs. Ah, there were those pretty little daisies. He kissed her inner thighs, then nipped and teased at her through the soft cotton until Diana was tweaking his ear, trying to grind against his mouth, and panting with frustration. He chuckled at her predicament, but knowing all too well what it felt like to be horny and frustrated he finally relented, sliding her panties down her legs and dropping them to the floor.

The soft fur on her mound was neatly trimmed into an inverted delta, but her labia were smooth and bare. Rod slid his hands down the backs of her thighs, pushing them a little farther apart to expose more of her hidden treasure to his gaze. "So beautiful," he whispered reverently, as he bent and nuzzled her gently. Her vulva was puffy and swollen with excitement. Diana's contented little sighs turned into gasps of pleasure as he ran his tongue up and down her slit with long, slow, licks. Her pussy bloomed like a flower under his ministrations, and he lapped nectar from her deep pink inner petals; just as in his dream, she tasted of honey and wine. His tongue brushed against her hard little clit and she reacted instantly – pulling at his hair, lifting her hips to push herself closer to his mouth. "Yessss, right there, don't stop..."    

Happy to oblige, Rod slipped his hands under her ass as he licked, then sucked, her exquisitely sensitive pearl. He held on tight as she bucked and thrashed and squirmed in his grasp. A shudder ran through her body as she arched her back and moaned, her clit throbbing under his tongue, her juices sweet in his mouth and wet on his chin. 

He moved up the length of her body and kissed her deeply so she could taste her climax on his lips and tongue. She gave a little purr of satisfaction and wriggled beneath him, rubbing her hard nipples against his bare chest. Rod's lopsided grin became a look of determination as he adjusted his angle to slide his rigid tool into her hot, wet, ready—

"Stop." Diana clamped her thighs vice-like around his hips, and suddenly he couldn't move a millimeter.

"What? Why???" Rod asked. (Well, okay, he actually whimpered).

Diana placed one hand flat on his chest and firmly pushed him off of her, with no apparent effort on her part. "I'm a virgin."




Dream Girl



Rod searched her face for a trace of humor, and found none. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"I am virgin still, and virgin I will remain." She looked at him, puzzled. "Did you not know?"

"Know what?" Rod asked, incredulously. "Diana, no offense, but you don't exactly act like a virgin." 

"No, I suppose not," she mused, "but that changes nothing." She rose from the desk and reached into a drawer, withdrawing a vial of dark green glass. Noticing Rod's crestfallen look – and crestfallen penis – she laughed softly, giving his cock a playful squeeze. He felt it start to re-awaken, and she flashed him a dazzling smile. "Do not fear, mortal, I will not leave you in this state of need."

Rod shook his head slightly, as if to clear it. Maybe he'd misheard what she said. Yeah, that had to be it. 

Diana pressed the glass vial into his hand. "I do not make the rules, I merely abide by them. Fortunately, there are other options." She turned away from him and bent forward over the desk, resting her chin on her hands. "My Greek lovers were quite creative and resourceful." 

Rod opened the stopper on the bottle and the familiar scent of her perfume tickled his nose. But it wasn't a bottle of cologne, it was filled with a thick liquid – oil? He rubbed a little between his fingertips, testing the texture.

"Ahem." Diana cleared her throat and he stared at her naked body bent over the desk. Damn, she was gorgeous from every angle. She shifted back and forth on her bare feet, wiggling her pretty polished toes with impatience. Glancing back over her shoulder, she raised one eyebrow. "You know, for a wizard, sometimes you aren't very quick-witted." 

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Rod asked. "Do you play World of Warcraft, too?"

The naked beauty sighed heavily in exasperation, dropping her forehead to the desk with an audible thunk. The gears in Rod's head turned slowly...slowly...and then his jaw dropped. 

"Ah, finally you see," she said, rolling her hips seductively. 

Rod's mouth went dry, his heart hammering in his chest. "What do I do? I've never..."

"Don't you want me?"

"More than anything," he whispered hoarsely.

She reached back, one hand on each of her perfect, pale, moons, and parted them in invitation. "Then annoint me."

With shaking hands, Rod poured the scented oil on his fingers and some more in the groove of her ass for good measure. He traced her tiny, puckered hole with the tip of his finger; encouraged by her pleasured gasp, he pushed his oiled digit into her snug ring, marveling at her tightness. His stiff eager cock looked huge in comparison, and he wondered how he could ever possibly fit it inside her.

"More," she purred, "that feels wonderful."

Rod slipped in a second finger and her tight channel magically adjusted to accommodate it. Still, it was only two fingers, not his hard dick. 

"Now, I'm ready for you now," she panted.

Still dubious, Rod rubbed some of the oil on his cock and pressed against her portal. He felt resistance give way as he sank halfway in. The sensation was incredible, tighter than anything he'd every felt. Diana moaned and pushed back against him. He withdrew slightly, then pressed onward until his entire cock was buried in her ass. He held still for a moment, unable to move, unable to think, overwhelmed with the feeling. Suddenly, he realized he was sliding his cock in and out of her velvet heat, while she chanted, "yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." He felt her orgasm, her channel squeezing rhythmically on his shaft; his balls tightened, and emptied his load deep inside her, and he saw stars. 

*****

It was night now, and the dark blue sky was full of stars. Rod knelt on the floor exhausted. Diana was in front of the window again, he could see the crescent moon above her head. She stood proudly in the moonlight, in the starlight, and her creamy skin glowed like pearl. 

"You have pleased me well, Wizard."

"Why do you keep calling me that? I'm not a wizard."

"Sorcerer then? Conjurer? Shaman?"

"I'm not any of those things. I'm just a tech support guy. But who are you?"

She smiled enigmatically. "In this aspect, I am Diana. The Greeks call me Artemis. The Norse know me as Skadi, and to the Celts I am Cally Berry. I am the Huntress. This I thought you knew, mortal. I have seen your dreams, I have heard your thoughts, when you have called me 'Goddess'. But now I see you did not fully comprehend."

"No, ma'am, I didn't," Rod said, trying to take it all in, but it was so surreal. "Why do you think I'm a wizard?"

"We Immortals understand the elements, the forces of nature, the sun and moon and the paths of the stars. But what we cannot understand is this...construct...this creation of man...this..." she groped for the word, "this technikos...ah, technology." She smiled, pleased that she remembered the term. "You understand these mysterious workings, and you study them, and make them bend to your will and your desire. To your magic."

She crossed the small office, pacing in the dark. "At first you were simply my quarry, just an amusing diversion. I hunted you, and I captured you, and I thought I would be done with you and cast you aside. But you have pleased me much. And I can see that your powers could be very useful to me in this current age, if you were to become my consort. Alas, I am immortal and you are not." She stopped pacing, and looked at him thoughtfully. "I will have to consider this for a time. Perhaps there is something that could be done."

"But for now..." Rod knelt on the floor looking up at her, and she touched face his affectionately. "For all of your technology and all of your magic, you have forgotten the old ways. Those like me are no longer real to you – nothing more than characters in the games you play. It will take some time, some teaching, for you to learn see beyond your logic and your reason and know me as I truly am." She touched his eyelids with her fingertips, and Rod suddenly felt very sleepy. He heard her whisper in his ear, "Until then, I will come to you in your dreams..."

"Mr. Johnson, are you okay?" Rod opened his eyes, and Diana Archer was peering into his face with that familiar look of concern. 

"Oh man, I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his hand across his eyes. "Late night last night, must have fallen asleep." 

"Yes, I can see that," she said. "Between that, and whacking your head this morning, it's no wonder." She gave him a sly, sidelong glance and asked, "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

A strong feeling of déjà vu washed over him. "Yeah, you know, I think someone told me that before. Hey, I'm done with your computer, and don't have plans for tonight – want to catch a movie? The original 'Clash of the Titans' is playing downtown, and we could get Greek food afterward...unless you prefer Italian."

Diana smiled.



Dream Girl Ch. 01



If you're looking for fast but shallow sex scenes, then this won't suit you. I crafted this so slow to infuse romance, love and emotions. This is the first of a two series entry. Hope you like it. Enjoy. -jtj 

*

UNANG NAKITA ni Ariel ang babae noong pangalawang araw ng pasukan. Second year college na ang binata ngayon na tubong La Union. Dahil mahiyain, bihira itong maglaskwatsa kaya iilan lang ang kakilala niya dito sa tinitirhang bahay ng kamag-anak sa Manila.

Wala ng ibang tricycle papalabas ng subdibisyon, kaya pilit na nakisabay ang isang dalaga na tila nagmamadali rin. Walang imik ang dalawa sa masikip na upuan. Mainit ang pakiramdam ng magkadikit na braso ng dalawa. Umiiwas sana ang dalaga, ngunit mahirap sa sikip ng kinauupuan ng bawat isa.

Maganda ang babaeng ito, lalo na sa sout nitong school uniform. Maputi, balingkinitan ang katawan. Maamo at makinis ang maliit na mukha nito. Nangungusap ang mga mata dahil sa natural at mahabang eye lashes, maliit ngunit mapula rin ang labi nito.

Si Ariel ay may malaking pangangatawan. Sa edad na 19, 5'10 ang tangkad nito. Basketball ang nagdala sa kanya dito sa Maynila, matapos kunin bilang varsity player sa pinapasukan niya ngayong university.

Pagbaba nila sa labasan, hindi nakatiis ang dalawa na sulyapan ang bawat isa. Pawang nakaramdam ng kilig ang mga ito, ng magtama ang mga mata. Ngunit pareho sinukluban ng hiya.

Wala man lang ni isang nagsalita kahit isang kataga,o ngiti na binitawan ng maghiwalay sila nang araw na iyon.

Si Ariel sa Jeep, ang babae sa taxi.

Mula noon, hindi na maalis sa isip ng binata ang mukha ng babae. Gabi-gabi sa pagtulog, ito ang laman ng kanyang isip.

Nung mga sumunod na araw, kung hindi man magkasunod sa labasan, tahimik silang nagaabang ng masasakyan. Gaya ng dati, binabalot ng hiya ang dalawa -- kung sino ang mauunang magpapakilala o magsasalita.

Kahit sana ngiti man lang, kahit kunting gesture, upang makilala nila ang isat-isa,

Wala.

At dahil parang walang nangyayari tuwing umaga, tila naglalaho ang pag-asa na makilala nila ang bawat isa. Naging pangkaraniwan na lamang ang bawat umaga nilang animoy walang nakikita, tuwing magtatagpo.

Hanggang sa parang mas pinipili pa nila na iwasan na lang na magkasabay, magkatabi o kaya magkalapit. Nagin madalang na ang kanilang pagkakasabay ng mga sumunod pang linggo.

Makalipas ang dalawang buwan, hapon, sa Robinsons Mall, nakasalubong ni Ariel at babae taga subdibisyon nila. Ngunit may nakaakbay ditong binata. Hindi magawang lumihis ng daan ni Ariel dahil alam niyang nakita na siya nito. Diyahe nung araw nay un dahil ang dala ni Ariel ay groceries.

Binalot ng nerbyos at selos ang binata, lalo na ng makita nito na mas hinigpitan ng babae ang pagkakayakap sa kasama, na sandaling umirap pa sa kanya, ngunit kaagad ibinaling. May ngiti ang labi ng babae na para bang sinasabi sa kanyang mukha na...  

'TORPE'

Lungkot at hiya ang tumagos ki Ariel. Malakas kasi ang mensahe ng tagpong yun. Tila wala na silang pag-asa.

Sa kabila nito, ang babae pa rin ang laging laman ng kayang isip lalo na sa kanyang mga panaginip.

***

Alternate lang sa ngayon si Ariel para sa team nila. Ngunit marami-rami na ang nakakatawag pansin sa talent nito sa court. Mabilis na parang kabayo kung tamakbo ito, at mataas ang accuracy ng shooting power nito, kaya nakakitaan siya ng potensiyal ng coach. Sinasanay na lamang ito upang mas maging matatag sa bawat game. Bukod kina coach at sa ibang team, tawag pansin na rin si Ariel sa mga girls. Ilang buwan pa lang siyang nakikita sa mga practice -- tila may ilang fans nang nagmamantiyag sa kanya, isinasigaw na rin ang pangalan nito tuwing may ensayo.

Nakakadagdag ito ng confidence sa binata, kaya pinag iigihan niya ang bawat laro. Kabilang sa mga nagmamasid sa kanya ay si Sara, PE teacher at moderator ng cheering squad.

***

25 na ngayon si Sara, may isang anak na babae. Apat na taon na ang nakararaan ng iwan siya ng boyfriend na walang paalam papuntang Florida. Nataranta ang lalake ng malaman na nagdadalang tao si Sara, kaya sa isang iglap, agad itong nagdesisyon na sumunod sa mga magulang sa US imbes na harapin at panagutan ang kasintahan. Magkahalong galit at hinagpis ang naramdaman ng babae sa sinapit nito, ngunit pilit na itinayo ang sarili upang ipagpatuloy ang pagbubuntis. Isinumpa nito na kahit ano pa man ang mangyari, kakayanin niyang labanan ang tadhanang sadyang iginuhit para sa kanya.

Mula ng mangyari ito, pansamantalang isinarado ni Sara ang sarili sa ibang manliligaw. Kahit naman kasi may anak na ito, marami pa rin ang nagkakainteres dahil sa ganda niya. Medyo payat ngunit maganda ang hubog ng katawan ni Sara. Maputi, balbon, at ang kutis nito ay parang porselana, dahil may lahing amerikana. Nakuha niya ito sa ina, na anak ng isang American-Filpino.

Nung araw na iyon, alas kuwatro na ng hapon, may ensayo ang team. Naki-jam si Sara ibang girls ng cheer squad na nanood ng ensayo. Magkakaibigan na ang turingan nila ng mga girls, at parang nakatatandang kapatid na rin ang pagtingin nila sa kanya. Sa mga larong kasama siyang nanonood, ikatlong pagkakataon na niyang napanood si Ariel na naglalaro.

Isa sa kasama sa grupo ni Sara ay si Shane, na kanina pa sigaw ng sigaw ng pangalan ni Ariel. Kaya nung hindi na nakatiis ang teacher.

"Shane.. relax ka lang.." Naka ngiti si Sara, habang hinahablot niya ang braso nito paupo sa bleacher.

"GO ARIEL, GO!!"

Sigawan uli ng mga girls na nanunood.

"Ang cute niya ma'am, pansin niyo ba?"

"Oo na, pero try to relax, di pa naman main event ah.. at tsaka, baka mamaos ka sa kasisigaw diyan.."

"Kill joy naman ni Ma'am, ya'an niyo later papakilala ka namin ki Ariel, makikita mo, super cute niya." Ngumiti ito, at sumundot pa ng..

"Tingin ko, bagay kayo.."

Natawa lang si Sara.

Pagkatapos ng ensayo, mag aalas sais na, tatlo sa kasama ni Sara sa bleacher ang tumayo at lumapit ki Ariel, habang nag aayos ito ng mga gamit sa bag. Malayo ngunit tanaw niyang naguusap sila. Kasunod nito, nagpaalaman ang mga babae sa binata, saka bumalik sa kinalalagyan ng natitirang grupo nina Sara.

"Let's go Ma'am Sara, punta tayo sa canteen, susunod daw si Ariel after shower.."

***

Nasa kalagitnaan ng miryenda ang mga girls, kasama si Sara ng dumating si Ariel. Preskong presko itong tingnan dahil sa bagung paligo ito.

"Hi, come.. join us..' Sabi ni Alexandra. Isa sa tropa.

Kumaway muna si Ariel ngunit bakas sa mukha nito ang hiya, habang lumalapit sa kanila. Pinagmamasdan ang buong tropa na nakaupo sa pinagdikit na dalawang tables, lahat naka tingin sa kanya. Napansin niya ang medyo nakakatandang babae na kasama, kilala niya ito.

And seksing PE teacher.

Ito ang unang pagkakataon na makita niya ng malapitan si Sara. Kakaiba ang hatak ng pagkatao nito sa kanya. Bumilis ang pintig ng kanyang puso.

"Dito ka na lang.." turo ni Shane sa isang bakanteng upuan, katabi ni Sara.

Hindi agad umupo ang binata, tiningnan si teacher. Medyo iniyuko niya ang mukha tanda ng pag-galang, habang iniuusog naman ng teacher ang katawan upang maka upo si Ariel.

"H-hello.." Mahina ang boses ni Ariel.

"Sus mukhang mahiyain ka Ariel" Sabi ni Sara.

Napansin ni Sara na guwapo nga ang binata. Tahimik lang, ngunit malakas ang appeal.

Naupo ang binata sa tabi ni Sara, pero parang ingat na ingat. Hindi niya pinaligtas na masulyapan si Sara, kahit nakajogging pants, pansin kaseksihan nito sa maliit na beywang, at bilugang balakang. Medyo maliit lang ang suso sa loob ng maroon sweatshirt.

"Dapat sayo cowboy ka ha, favorite ka pa naman namin" Sabi uli ng teacher.

Nakangiti lang ang mga girls. Kwentuhan at harutan ang naganap sa mga sumunod na oras. Nakinig at nagmamasid lang ang binata, at sumasagot paminsan minsan kapag may nag tatanong. All the rest, nagin audience siya sa daldalan ng buong tropa. Gaya ni Ariel, tahimik rin lang si Sara. Panaka-naka'y sumusulyap ito sa binata. Ramdam niyang mabait ito.

***

Bagama't laging binabalot ng hiya, nagkapanatagan ng loob ng mga girls, lalo na si Sara ki Ariel. May mga araw na magkakasama sila kadalasan pagkatapos ng practice ng mga ito sa gym. Si Ariel sa court, at sa danceroom, ang grupo nina Sara. Mataas ang respeto ng binata ki Sara, gayundin naman ang teacher dahil sa mga natatanging ugali nito, lalo na ang pagigin mahiyain. May sweetness sa mga galaw na gusto gusto ni Sara sqa kanya. Kalaunay nagin magkakaibigan na ang turingan ng mga ito.

Walang bisyo si Ariel ngunit hindi matangihan ang mga panahon na napapasama siya sa get together. Kasama ang ibang mga boyfriends' ng ilan sa mga girls. Panatag naman ang loob nila sa mga sandaling pumupunta sila sa bar, manood ng sine, mag lakad lakad sa mall at kung ano ano pang gimmick.

Minsan, nagkayayaan isang sabado na pumunta at mag overnight sila sa isang resort sa Laguna. Sa walong na magkakaibigang babae, kasama na si Sara, apat ang nagsama ng kanilang boyfriends. Tanging si Sara, Alexandra, Shane, at Lyra ang wala. Excited and lahat ng makita ang malawak na pool, at ang mga native cottages with bed. Upang makatipid, tatlong rooms lang ang kinuha nila. Dahil medyo kampante naman si Sara, niyaya niya si Ariel na samahan na lang sila ni Alexandra sa isang room. Tatanggi sana ito, ngunit nagpumilit si Alexandra.

Sa ibang rooms pinaghiwalay ni Sara sina Shane at Lyra sa silid kung saan may kasama silang ibang lalake, upang magsilbing taga-bantay. Ayaw naman matsismis ng teacher na kinukunsente niya ang mga dalagang kasama, kaya minabuti niyang may chaperon ang mga ito.

May mga dala na silang pagkain, kaya nung sumapit ang alas sais ng gabi, masaya silang nagsalo-salo sa isang malaking kubo. Gaya ng dati, ingay, tawanan, tilian ang maririnig sa mga dalaga, na pinagmamasdan lang ni Ariel. Natutuwa siya mga kwento ng mga ito. Ganun din si Sara na aliw na aliw sa mga jokes ng mga lalakeng kasama nila.

Matapos magligpit ng mga pinagkainan, isinunod na inilabas ang mga beer in can. Tatanggi sana si Ariel, dahil parang wala siya sa mood pero binuksan na siya ni Gab, boyfriend ni Trixie.

Nasundan pa ito ng dalawang in can, kaya nung hindi pa niya halos maubos ang pangatlo, nakaramdam ng pagkahilo si Ariel. Parang bumigat ang kanyang dibdib, at kumapal ang kanyang mga balat. Kasunod nito nagpaalam siyang papasok muna sa silid. Kailangan niyang ipikit ang mabigat na mga mata.

***

Hindi niya alam kung anong oras na, ngunit ng buksan niya ang mga mata, naaninag niya sa kabilang kama na tulog na si Alexandra. Sa tabi ng malapad na kama ng dalawa, naka upo naman si Sara. Naaninag niyang naglilikot kamay sa likod ng malaking t-shirt na sout nito, hanggang sa makita niyang nagtangal ito ng bra. Nung mahiga na ang teacher sa tabi ni Alexandra, at nag kumot, ipinikit na rin ni Ariel ang mga mata upang ipagpatuloy ang pag tulog.

***

Muli siyang nagising nang makaramdam ng pananakit ng pantog. Kailangan niyang umihi. Dahil madilim, binuksan niya ang lampshade na nasa pagitan ng kama nila ng dalawang babae sa loob. Nananakit ang mga kalamnan niya, pero bumangon ito, upang magtungo sa banyo. Ilang sandali matapos makaraos lumabas siya sa banyo, napalingon siya sa dalawang babae na naka higa sa kama. Balot na balot ng kumot si Alexandra, ngunit, nakabuyang-yang naman ang posison ni Sara. Naka shorts ito at naka t-shirt.

Kitang kita mula sa ilaw ng lamp shade ang makinis at maputing mga binti nito. Sa bandang dibdib, naka usli ang mga suso sa loob ng t-shirt, at halata ang matulis na mga nipples.

Matigas.

Kinabahan si Ariel, mabilis na nagtungo sa sariling higaan, sabay sara ng ilaw. Pilit na iwinaksi sa isip ang nakita. At pilit na inaalis ang init na naramdam sa boung katawan.

~~~

Kitang kita niya sa isang malambot na kama, punong-puno ito ng mga rosas na pula, nakahiga doun ang isang dalaga. May sout itong kulay baby pink na long sleeves polo, ngunit naka bukas ang lahat na butones. Maliban dito wala na itong ibang saplot. Nakatitig ito sa kinatatayuan niya.

Walang kurap.

Kumagat ang labi ng dalaga. Namumula. Kaakit-akit. Inilabas ang dila at binabasa ang mga labi sa labis na panunuyo. Kasabay nito, dahan dahan, bumaba ang palad nito sa kanyang dibdib na natatakapan ng manipis na tela, marahan. Pinapaikot ikot ang dalawang daliri, hanggang sa sinasamyo ang kabuuan ng sariling dibdib. Tutok na tutok pa rin ang pagkakatitig sa kanya.

Nakita niyang iniaangat nito ang sout upang ipakita ang isang dibdib. Nakaramdam siya ng pagnanasa, hanggang sa sumilip ang isang maliit at mapulang nipple ng babae. Tayong tayo, naninigas. Pinagmasdan niya iyon, masusing ini-rehistro sa isip. Sinulyapan niyang muli ang mukha nito. Nakapang aakit ang mga mata. Hindi siya maaring magkamali, ito ang babae sa subdibisyon nila.

~~~

Biglang nagising si Ariel. Ngunit naka pikit pa rin. Nanaginip uli siya. Naalala niya uli ang babaeng nakakapiling niya lamang sa kanyang mga panaginip, halos gabi-gabi. Pinagpapawisan siya ng mga oras na iyon, at ramdam niya ang nagpupumiglas ng pagkakalake sa loob ng shorts. Medyo inabut ng libog, bigla nitong inililis ang kumot upang damhin ang matigas na tarugo. Halos mapunit ang brief nito sa nagpupumiglas na sandata, kaya ipinasok niya ang kamay sa shorts hanggang sa brief.

Ang sarap ng pakiramdam ng mahakawan niya ito.

Naguumpisa na siyang bumayo ng maalala nito kung ano kinaroroonan niya ng mga oras ng iyon. Bigla niyang binuksan ang mga mata at sumulyap sa kanyang kanan. Natutulog pa si Alexandra, nakatalikod. Ngunit mag isa ito. Ibinaling niya ang paningin sa kanyang paanan.

Doun, nakita niya si Sara, naka upo sa silya. Tahimik na nagmamasid, habang nasa itaas ng center table ang dalawang paa. Nangilabot sa takot at hiya si Ariel kung kaya't mabilis itong bumalikwas upang tumaob sa kama. Tinakpan ang ulo ng unan.

Huli na ang lahat.

Kanina pa siya pinagmamasdan ni Sara, na nagising dahil sa mga impit na ungol ng binata habang natutulog. Nahuli rin nito ang naninigas niyang tarugo na kahit natatakpan ng shorts at manipis na kumot mailalarawan kang kalakhan nito. Natawa si Sara, dahil sa nasaksihan, naisip niya may ipagmamalaki ang binatang ito.

***

Buti na lang mabait si Ma'am, sabi ni Ariel sa sarili dahil wala itong binanggit, wala itong pinag kwentuhan habang nagliligpit sila ng gamit. Ilang sandali na lang, babalik na sila na Maynila, pero parang hindi makatingin si Ariel sa mata ni Sara. Ramdam iyon ng teacher, kung kaya nung maiwan sila sa kubo -- - habang abala ang lahat sa pag impake sa sasakyan ng mga gamit nila -- - tinapik ni Sara ang likod ni Ariel, na abala sa pag yupi ng mga ginamit na damit.

"Hey, cheer up." Mahina ang boses ng babae.

Hinimas ng babae ang likod ni Ariel

"Don't worry, its alright, come on.."

"Huwag kang mag alala.. Ok?"

Wala pa rin sagot si Ariel. Bagkus, humarap ito ng marahan, at nagkamot ng ulo. Halata pa rin ang nerbyos at hiya nito.

"Kaw naman, huwag ka ng mahiya, ok na lang yun, wala akong pagsasabihan, it'll be our secret.."

Tumango si Ariel. Sa unang pagkakataon nung umagang yun, tumingin siya sa mata ni Sara. Alam niyang seryoso ito. Lalo na ng ngumiti ng matamis ang teacher sa kanya. Napansin niya tuloy ang magandang ngipin ni Sara, pantay na pantay at maputi.

At ngayon niya lang napansin ang mga mata. Kulay brown.

Muli siyang nagkamot ng ulo saka bumungad ng...

"Nakakahiya.." Mahinang bulong ni Ariel, ngunit napangiti ang binata.

Ilang saglit pa, natawa na rin si Sara.

Ang tension ay nauwi sa parang masayang tagpo ng biglang maghalakhakan ang dalawa. Natigil lang ng biglang may magsalita sa likuran.

"O, ano bang nangyari sa inyo Ma'am?.." Si Trixie, mukhang naguguluhan, kung ano ang dapat ikatuwa ng sandaling iyon.

***

Nakilala ni Ariel si Trisha, ng minsan isama ito ni Sara sa school. 3 years old na ang anak ni Sara, pero madaldal na ito. Kung ano anon a ang ikinikuwento. Iniwan sandali ni Sara si Trisha kay Ariel sa PE office, upang dalhin ang ilang documents sa kabilang building.

Ngunit pagbalik niya, kakaiba ang naramdaman ni Sara sa nasaksihan. Nakatulog kasi ang anak nito, na kalong kalong at nakayapos ito ki Ariel. Himbing na himbing ang bata na mukhang panatag sa pagkaka-karga sa binata.

Nung oras na iyon, habang nakasandal sa pinto, medyo naluha si Sara sa tagpong ito. Ito kasi ang parang kulang sa kanilang mag ina, ang makaramdam ng tatay si Trisha -- - na kung bakit ay mapait na ipinagkait sa kanila.

'Shhhh' Mahinang senyas ni Ariel.

Nakahawak ang dalawang kamay ni Sara sa dibdib, at ngumiti. Wala mang narinig na boses subalit alam ni Ariel kung ano ang binigkas ng mga labi nito.

'Thank you.'

***

Inayos ni Sara ang pagkakahiga ng anak sa sofa ng office. Himbing na himbing ito habang hawak si 'Faith' -- - tawag ni Trisha sa kanyang teddy bear. Hinarangan nila ng upuan upang hindi malaglag ang bata, saka sila lumabas, malapit sa may pinto. Naupo sila sa sahig ng gym, habang pinagmamasdan ang ilang na naglalaro sa unahan ng badminton.

"May mga pamangkin, ka ba?" Tanong ni Sara

"W-wala Ma'am"

"Ba't parang sanay ka sa mga bata, napatulog mo agad si kulit.."

"Di ko sure, pero parang nagin mag friends kami" Tugon ng binata.

"Mahilig ka ba sa mga bata?"

"Ok lang, Oo siguro.."

Magtabi silang naka upo, mukhang nag isip ng saglit si Sara.

"Architect yung father ni Trisha, sayang di man lang niya nakita.."

Nakinig si Ariel. Marami siyang gustong itanong, ngunit parang mas maganda kung makikinig lang.

"Ewan ko kung bakit parang sa tingin ko talagang hindi ako minahal ni Freddie." Sabi ni Sara.

"I thought we have something.."

"I thought we understand each other.."

"Ah shit.. he don't deserve us.."

Nararamdaman ni Ariel ang pait na nadarama ni Sara. May galit ang bawat pagbigkas nito habang ibinabahagi sa kanya ang kanyang nakaraan.

"And I don't deserve this.." Medyo garalgal na ang boses ng babae.

Nakatingin lang sa malayo si Ariel, walang imik. Dama niya ang lungkot ni Sara.

Naramdaman niya na lang, nakahawak ang kamay ng babae sa kanya.

Sinuklian niya ito.

Mahigpit.

Habang nakatungo si Sara sa sariling mga tuhod. Narinig ni Ariel ang mga munting hikbi. Mas lalo niyang hinigpitan ang pagkakahawak sa kamay babae. Ang sandaling iyon habang parang naghahanap ng karamay ang babae, tinutusok rin ng mga maliliit na karayom ang puso ni Ariel, sa kirot na nararamdaman ni Sara.

***

Nagiisip ng malalim isang umaga si Sara sa office. Mag-isa lang siya, nakaupo sa swivel chair, nakaharap sa bintana habang pinanonood ang mga ulap sa kalangitan. Isang buwan na mula ng tagpong iyon sa anak niya at ni Ariel, namuo ang kakaibang naramramdaman ng babae sa binata.

Pilit niya itong nilalabanan. Hindi niya gusto ang ibinubulong ng kanyang puso sa kasalukuyan dahil hindi ito ang sagot sa kanyang kalungkutan. Magiging mitsa ito ng panibagong suliranin, kung hindi niya pipigilan.

Kailangan niyang gawan ito ng paraan.

Natauhan siya ng may kumatok sa pinto. Alam niyang nakabukas ito, kaya ng humarap siya sa pintuan, bigla siyang nanlamig dahil ang naroon ay si..

'Ariel..'

"Hi, me dala akong pizza, I-share ko sana sa inyo.."

OH NO, WTF???? Sa isip ni Sara.

"Nag-abala ka pa, I'm fuill pa naman eh.."

Medyo nalungkot si Ariel.

"O di bigay ko na lang ki Mang Wally" Yung Janitor nila.

Napangiti tuloy si Sara.

"Sige na nga.. ano bang flavor niyan.."

"Hawaiian Delight"

"Haiissst.. sisirain mo naman ang diet ko."

"Di mo naman kailangan mag diet.."

Napakunot noo ang babae.

"Sexy ka na Ma'am, di na kailangan."

Parang sinilaban ang katawan nf babae sa narinig. Kasunod nito pinagsaluhan nila ang pizza sa office, habang pilit na nag iisip si Sara ng paraan at dapat gawin upang pigilan ang kanyang damdamin.

***

1030 PM

Tulog na si Trisha. Nasa kwarto si Sara, inaayos niya lang sana ang mga grades sa desk top computer, ng biglang may mag pop-up sa yahoo messenger.




Dream Girl Ch. 02



I must have been fantasizing for quite some time, because I never realized Mr. Alger had dismissed the class until Darnell tapped me on my shoulder. I looked ahead of me and found that my dream girl was already gone. I sighed and looked to see Darnell give me a knowing look.

"Her name is Alliyah," he said. 

"How do you know that?" I asked. "While you were daydreaming she answered a question, and Professor Alger said her name." Darnell said in reply.

"Alliyah eh? That name is hot, very exotic." 

"I figured you'd say some shit like that, you just met the girl and she's already got you pussy whipped, and you ain't even getting any yet."

"Well maybe its time I started growing up, I mean this is our last year in University, then we're off into the real world"

"All the more reason to party harder. You'll have plenty of time to think about settling down, you still young so enjoy it. "

"I guess," I said half-heartedly. Maybe I could find my dream girl- Alliyah, and take her to the frat party tonight, get her drunk, and fuck her senseless. Yeah Darnell was right, I should enjoy my time now, its not like I intended to marry this girl in the first place. 

Darnell and I found ourselves at the café no to far from campus to get something to eat. Just as we sat down to order some food, in walks Alliyah and her friends. Seeing her walk in with such grace and confidence rekindled the fire in my cock. I had to adjust myself to prevent being uncomfortable and Darnell noticed. Alliyah and her friends sat down across from us, and when she sat and crossed her legs, her already short dress hiked up even further, showing me more of her delicious thighs. My breath hitched in my throat, my hands were itching to touch them, part them, and burry myself to the hilt between them.

Movement out of the corner of my eye noted Darnell's departure, but I never registered his destination until I saw him leaning over Alliyah's table and introducing himself. I strained my ears in a vain attempt to hear their conversation. Then I realized Darnell must have mentioned my name to the ladies, because they all looked over at me. That's when her eyes locked with mine. I decided to make my move. I mustered all the courage I could and stalked my way over to her.

"Hello ladies," I gave them all a playful grin, but let my eyes fall lastly to Alliyah, and gave her my I'm gonna make you scream my name smile as I winked at her.

"Hey," I heard her reply back, her voice a soft, slightly husky, very feminine tone. Then and there I knew I had to have her scream my name. But when I tried to hold her gaze again her facial expression changed to one expressing 'you wish'. 

I noted with pride how Darnell and I seemed to captivate all of her friends. That pride shortly lived with the realization that she didn't feel the same way. I was not about to give up though; I always get what I want. "You ladies up for a good time?" I asked.

"Depends on what you're offering," Alliyah answered for everyone, while addressing me with a challenging look. Damn seems like I pissed her off from this morning, I thought to myself. No matter I'll just lay on the charm, she won't be able to say no.

"Party, my place" I improvised. "Uh yeah" Darnell jumped in to my rescue again, I really have to remember to thank him for being around later today, for saving my ass twice. The girls said they'd be there thankfully, and jotted down my address and directions. Mission accomplished I thought sitting back down, watching Alliyah eat.

"What about the frat party tonight?" Darnell said interrupting my thoughts of watching Alliyah lick the ketchup off her index finger, wishing it was my finger. "We'll just have to convince the guys to do it at my place tonight instead." I replied, slightly distracted by watching as Alliyah's throat moved as she swallowed her water. "Alright," Darnell finally said, giving up his investigation, he knew by now that my methods for attracting the opposite sex wasn't conventional, but he never complained, for he found it quite entertaining, and so did I. 

I watched as Alliyah got up and excused her self and make a b-line for the washroom, and I figured this could be my shot at reconciling her for my brain fart this morning. I walked behind her, watching her hips swerve with every step as she disappeared behind a door, and looking at her ass made me whimper. That ass would be the death of me. When she remerged I made my move.

"I'm really sorry for being such a dick this morning." She stumbled back slightly, loosing her composure for a moment, her eyes going wide, and her mouth slightly parted before gaining it back. I wanted to see her look like that again but for a different reason, but that could wait, I wanted her to trust me first. "I haven't properly introduced myself, I'm Alexander Cartel."

"Alliyah Bernes," she replied giving me her hand to shake. Taking her hand and revelling in the softness, my cock twitched in response. "Oh, and somewhat apology accepted."

"Somewhat?"

"At your party tonight you can fully make it up to me."

"How so?"

As she began to walk away from me she replied, "I don't know, you're a big boy, you can figure something out."

The only thing I could think of is having her in my bed, on her back, with her legs spread wide, as I eagerly drank from her. When I walked back to the table Darnell was talking to some of the guys from the fraternity about the relocation of the party to my place. I honestly don't know where I'd be without him sometimes. 

The rest of the day was a total blur to me. I couldn't keep my mind focussed on anything except for the smell of Alliyah's hair, the way her skin sparkled in the sunlight, and her voice that I would do anything to keep her talking, preferably moaning, but I would take what I could get. 

Little did I know she was fighting her own battles – her growing attraction for me.

When Alliyah walked into that class that morning she didn't know what to expect, but nothing could have prepared her for Alexander. He looked like a man straight out of a fashion magazine. Athletic build, handsome, a good dresser, followed by that cocky grin. From the little interaction between them so far he seemed like the typical all American boy, the guy that everyone knew and wanted to be around. So why did he seem so interested in her. She was like his exact opposite. Sure she was confident, but that was the way she was raised, to stand up for what she believed in. It never came naturally to her like it did him.

That's it, his confidence, that what attracted her to him, that and his stupid grin. And his stupid perfect sky blue eyes after a rainstorm, his stupid charcoal hair that gently brushed his stupid eyebrows, and most importantly his stupid, unbelievably sexy, body. Ok lets just be honest with ourselves here, the guy was hot, no doubt about it, and that is why she could never get involved with a guy like him. A simple black girl like her, straight out of Canada could never, never get involved with a white guy like him. In the end she knew she'd just get hurt, not so much because of the racial differences because she's been in them before, but more so because she knew what he would want and she wasn't ready to give that part of her self up. The worst part of it all is if she were to fall in love with him, then give herself up, he would leave for sure. Why was she thinking of such nonsense, fall in love, that'll be the day. She has a strong head on her shoulders; her career comes first, then boys. 



Dream Girl Ch. 02



A tagalog tale of love, romance, passion and thrilling mysteries. This is the continuation and final chapters of the romantic affair of Sara and Ariel, a teacher and a student. The entire story is fiction with some insinuation of actual facts. All characters are above 18. Brace yourself, this is quite a long read. Enjoy. -JTJ 

***** 

PASADO ALA UNA na ng hapon ng magkita sila sa napag-usupang tagpuan. Tulad ng dati, naroon pa rin ang kaba sa mga pagkakataong ito dahil sa takot na baka may maka-tuklas sa kanilang lihim na relasyon. Nagkita sila sa isang coffee shop sa isang mall. 

Sout ni Sara ang malaking shades na halos natatakpan na ang kanyang mukha at naka hoodie jacket. Bukod sa blue university jacket, yellow sundress ang sout nito sa ilalim na hanggang tuhod ang laylayan. Si Ariel ay naka baseball cap na kulay pula, maong pants at green collared shirt. 

Ika-labing apat na araw na ang nakalipas nang huli nilang pagkikita. Text at tawagan lang ang kanilang malimit na ugnayan. Pinilipilit nilang iwasan na mag usap o kaya magsama sa campus upang di kakitaan ng pagduda ang mga nakabantay na mga mata.  

Ganito sila sa loob ng halos dalawang taon mula ng maging sila. Patuloy si Ariel sa paglaro bilang varsity scholar at nasa fourth year na ito ngayon sa Civil Engineering. Isang taon na lang ang kanyang bubunuin upang makatapos. Si Sara ay iginagalang pa ring PE teacher sa parehong campus nasisiguro nilang tahimik pa rin ang paligid sa mga matang mapagduda kung ano ang tunay na ugnayan nila. 

Sabado ngayon. At ang araw na ito ay libre sa dalawa dahil halos patapos na ang first semester ng taon. 

"Kanina ka pa?" Si Sara, nakatayo sa harap ni Ariel. 

"Mga 10 mins." 

"Ay sorry. Traffic." 

"Tara?" 

"Sige. Ano na ngang panonoorin natin?" 

"Ano ba yung sabi mo, The Falling Stars?" 

"ah, The Fault In Our Stars." 

"Yun." 

Inakbayan ni Ariel ang dalaga at yumapos sa baywang niya babae saka sila naglakad ng walang pagmamadali. Alas dos impunto ang sunod na screening, kaya may natitira pa silang oras. Palinga-linga sa paligid upang masiguro na walang makakakitang kakilala, bago sila pumasok sa sinehan. 

*** 

Maliban sa mga yakapan at mga dampi ng halik, wala ng ibang naganap habang nanonood sila ng sine. Masyadong nakatutok ang babae sa kanyang pinapanood hanggang sa matapos. Magang-maga ang mata ni Sara sa loob ng sout na shades ng lumabas sila. Tawa ng tawa si Ariel, dahil tila nadala si Sara sa nakalulungkot na Love Story ng dalawang teen-ager na parehong may terminal cancer ngunit nagka-ibigan sa kabila ng huli nilang mga sandali sa mundo. 

Medyo pikon ang babae sa pang-aasar ni Ariel. 

Makulimlim ang panahon ng lumabas sila sa mall. Iniwasan nilang maghawakan ng kamay dahil baka may makakitang hindi inaasahan. 

"Kunin mo ang kotse, nakaparada dun sa bandang likod. Antayin kita dito." Ani Sara. 

Medyo natuwa si Ariel dahil parang kasama siya sa plano sa paguwi ng dalaga. Nung ini-abut ni Sara ang susi ng Picanto, siniguro niya ang nasa isip. 

"Nasaan si Trish?" 

Maliit na ngiti at tila may landi ang aura ni Sara sa naitanong Ariel. At sumagot ng pabulong. 

"Kinuha kanina ni Meanne. Nandun kina Mommy." Mas naging matamis ang ngiti ni Sara, lalo na ng idugtong ito. 

"Until tomorrow." 

Dito, mas lumitaw ang ngisi ng lalake. Tila uminit ang kanyang katawan sa excitement. 

Nakatingin sila sa isat isa, habang paisa-isa at patalikod ang mga hakbang ni Ariel papunta sa parking area. Sa ikalimang dipa tumalikod ito bigla at mabilis na tumakbo upang kunin ang nakaparadang sasakyan. 

Nagmamadali. 

*** 

Si Ariel na ang nagmaneho ng maliit na Picanto ng dalaga. Tuwing hihinto sa traffic, hindi makatiis ang binata na sulyapan ang maputing tuhod ni Sara dahil sa nalilis na bestida. Bahagyang nakaharap ito sa kanya at medyo nakasampa ang likod sa pinto ng passenger side seat. 

Nung huminto si Ariel dahil sa red light, nakita niyang medyo malayo ang tingin ni Sara kaya idinampi niya ang palad sa tuhod. 

Nang maramdaman ito ni Sara naibaling ang paningin sa binata. 

Buti na lang tinted ang salamin ng kotse kaya di sila halos makikita ng mga malalaking kotseng katabi nilang nag aantay din ng go signal. Pinaikot ikot ni Ariel ang malaking palad sa tuhod. Nang ibaling niya ang mata ki Sara, nakangiti ito. 

Kagat ni Sara ang isang daliri habang nakapatong ang siko sa kanang kamay na nakabalandra sa kanyang dibdib. Pinakikiramdam lang ang ginagawa ng binata sa kanya, na nagdudulot ng mga munting boltahe ng kuryente sa litid at ugat sa kanyang katawan. Ang pinaka sentro ng kiliti ay nararamdaman niyang umaabot sa kanyang pagkababae. 

Nakakapaso. 

Patuloy ang haplos ni Ariel. Natigil lang ng alisin niya ito upang itulak ang kambyo sa drive mode dahil umaabante na ang mga sasakyan sa kanyang unahan. Nakatutok na ang mata niya sa unahan at iginilid sa outer lane ang kotse upang medyo bagalan ang kanyang takbo sa highway. At saka ibinalik ang palad sa tuhod ni Sara. 

Sa pagkakataong ito, medyo ibinuka na ni Sara ang hita. Kagat ni Sara ang labi at napasinghap ng dumantay ang haplos sa loob ng nakasiwang na hita. 

"Babes, ano bahh" 

Nagmamaneno lang ang binata, tila walang narinig. Banayad ang mga dantay ng haplos na halos magnet lang ng kanilang balat ang mararamdaman na nagpapatayo ng mga balahibo ni Sara sa buong katawan. Umiinit ang libido ni Sara sa labis na kiliti. 

"Babess, laterr naa." 

Pero dahil tila may pressure ang kamao ni Ariel, lumalaki ang siwang sa pagkakabuka ng hita ni Sara. Umaakyat ng marahan ang mahina ngunit halos hindi dumidikit na haplos ni Ariel, pataas. Pikit na si Sara habang nakasandal ang likod sa pinto ng kotse. 

Hindi na alam ni Sara ang gagawin paggalaw dahil sa nakakainit na palad na humahaplos sa kanyang hubad na binti. Pilit na ipinapasok ni Ariel pataas, sa singit. 

"Ahngg. Arieell please.. huwag munaa.." 

Kagat ni Sara ang labi, inipit niya ang palad ni Ariel na huwag umabot sa kanyang panty. 

Napatingin si Ariel sa namumungay ng mata nito. Ipinabatid sa mata ang tanong na bakit? 

Na kaagad naunawaan ni Sara. Sinagot niya itong sa bigkas ng bibig, walang tinig. 

"Wet." 

Hindi gumagalaw ang kamay ng binata na naiipit ng binti ni Sara. 

"So?" Bulong ni Ariel. 

"Hiya ako, later na lang.." Pabulong din. 

Ang landi. 

Natawa si Ariel. Ipinilit kamay na ipasok kahit mahigpit ang pagkakaipit ni Sara. 

"Babeeehhh.. please." 

Ngunit hindi kinaya ng mahinang tuhod ni Sara na labanan pumapasok na kamay hanggang sa umabut ang dulo ng gitnang daliri ni Ariel sa panloob ni Sara. Basa ang manipis na panty ng malagkit na likido. 

"UUnngggg" 

Hinawakan ni Sara ang kamay ni Ariel na mahigpit. Medyo napabuka siya ng kaunti kaya nakalaya ang daliri ni Ariel na guhitan ang kanyang biyak. At dahil walang buhok doon si Sara, madaling nalinya ng daliri ni Ariel ang kanyang hiyas. Muli siya napa ungol. 

"Ahhhhh goddd." 

Nagpatuloy si Ariel sa pagdrive at nakatutok ang mga mata sa kanyang daan pero abala ang kanyang kamay sa medyo naiipit na binti ni Sara. Basang basa ang panty nito habang ginuguhit guhit ng pababa taas ng daliri ang biyak. Umutog ang clitoris ni Sara labis na libog. Matigas. 

Umusli ito ng bahagya sa kanyang biyak at nararamdaman niyang tinatamaan ni Ariel sa pabilis na babilis na pagkuntil sa biyak na natatakpan ng manipis na panty. Hawak pa rin niyang kamay ni Ariel pero hindi upang pigilan ito kung tila alalayan sa masarap na ginagawa nito sa kanya. Pikit na pikit na si Sara habang binabaybay nila ang daan. Umuunat na ang kanyang paa at natanggal ng tuluyan ang kanyang sout na heels. Ibinuka niya pa ang hita, na halos nakasanday na sa upuan niya ang isa. Halos lantad na ang kanyang panty habang dinadaliri ito ni Ariel. 

Paisa isa ang singhap ni Sara sa mas bumilis na pagkanti ng daliri sa kanyang kuntil na nakausli dahil sa katigasan nito dala ng labis na libog. 

Maingay na si Sara. 

"Ahhuh, ahhuh, ahhuh..." 

Darang na darang na si Sara sa ginagawa ng binata. Utog na rin ang dalawa niyang utong na naghahanap ng Atension. Pikit ang mata niya habang sumisinghap ng paisa-isa na umaalsa ng malalim na buga ng hinga kaya bumababa taas ang kanyang dibdib. 

"Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh..." Patuloy na singhap ni Sara habang halos tatlong magkakadikit na daliri na ang sabay sabay na tila kumakamot sa kanyang hiyas. Patuloy naman na lumalabas ang kanyang likido, basa na maging ang bestida dahil tumatagos ito sa kanyang panloob hanggang sa upuan. 

"S-sigeeh sige behh. Ahhhh, Si-siggeeh babess.. i-ipasok mo.." 

Ipinasok ni Ariel ang isang daliri sa hiwa habang natatakapan ang panty. Mas lumalim ang hagod ni Ariel sa biyak kahit may tela pang balakid sa kanyang mga daliri. Pinag igihan niya ang ginagawa. Tigas na tigas na ang ari niya sa itsura ni Sara. 

"Ssi-ssgeeee... sssiiggeeee... sssigggeee paaa.. yaaannn yaaannn yaaannn sssiiggeehhhhhhh..." 

Mas humigpit ang pagkakahawak ni Sara sa kamay ni Ariel. Unat na unat ang kanyang mga paa, at kunot na ang mga daliri ng paa sa labis na sensasyon. Itinukod ang paa at tila umangat sa upuan si Sara, hanggang sa halos nasa balikat na ni Ariel ang mukha ng dalaga malapit sa kanyang tenga. 

Mas binilisan ni Ariel ang paglaro ng daliri. 

"Sssyyeeetttt Ooohh gggodddddddddddddddddddddddddd..." 

Nilabasan si Sara. 

Buti na lang mataas ang focus ng binata sa pagmamaneho dahil nagagawa niya pa rin kontrolin ang manebela, kahit halos nasa katawan na niya ang bigat ni Sara. 

"Uunnggggggghhhh" 

Halos nakayapos si Sara ki Ariel. 

"Wow." Usal ng binata. 

Pikit at tila pagod na pagod pa rin si Sara. Umaalsa't bumabaon pa rin ang kanyang dibdib sa malalim na mga hininga dahil sa katatapos na pagnanasa. Inilapit niya ang bibig sa tenga ng binata at kinagat ng malambot na labi. At binulungan ang binata. 

"I love you." 

Tumayo ang balahibo ni Ariel. Napa pikit. Nakabig niya ang manibela, kaya narinig niya ang malakas na busina ng mag oovertake na sasakyan. 

"S-sandali, nag-dadrive ako." 

Natawa ang dalaga. Mapungay pa rin ang mata ng bumalik ito sa pagkaka upo. 

"Nakaka inis ka." 

Maktol ng dalaga, habang inaayos ang sarili. 

Nakangiti lang si Ariel habang nagmamaneho ng tuluyan niyang alisin ang kamay sa pagitan ni Sara. Inaninag ang daliri at palad na nagingintab sa dami ng likidong inilabas ng babae. 

"Nilabasan ka." Medyo nakatawa si Ariel. 

Inirapan ng tingin ni Sara ang binata. 

"Natural." Sagot nito saka unti-unting napangiti. 

Inamoy ni Ariel ang sariling kamay. 

"HHmmmmmm." 

Nakita ito ni Sara. 

"Hey, stop it." 

"Ba't naman? Kinakain ko naman yan ah." 

"Kahit na. Naiilang ako." 

"Sus." 

At dinilaan nito ang sariling daliri upang himurin ang mga likidong nagkalat. 

"Slurrrpp." 

"Beehh.. yucckkk eh." Saway ni Sara. 

Hindi siya pinakinggan ni Ariel. Isa isa nitong dinilaan ang daliri, habang nakatutok ang mata sa daan. 

Pinanood na lang dalaga ang binata sa ginagawang pag himod nito sa sariling daliri. Napailing. Nang matapos si Ariel.. 

"So? anong lasa?" Tanong ng babae. 

"Dati. Matamis." 

"Matamis. Maalat kaya." 

Sandaling napabaling si Ariel ki Sara. 

"Bakit nalasahan mo na to?" 

"Hahaha. Yuck. No way." 

"Hah! Eh kinakain mo ang tamod ko, anong pagkakaiba nun." 

Mahinang hinampas ni Sara ang balikat ni Ariel. 

"Bastos naman, para akong cheap whore." 

Kinurot ni Ariel ang tagiliran ni Sara. 

"Ayyy hihihi." 

Maayos na ang pagkakaupo ni Sara sa upuan, habang binabagtas pa rin nila ang daan. 

"Ayaw mo ba ng binabastos Ma'am Sara?" 

Natatawa sa loob ng sarili si Sara sa tawag na 'Mam Sara'. Alam niyang parte ito minsan ng lambing ni Ariel. Minsan, nakakakiliti ito sa pandinig. Masarap isipin - magkaiba ang antas ng katayuan nila at tila mahigpit na ipinagkakait ito ng moralidad. 

"Yes, ayoko ng binabastos, ayoko ng bastos ang bibig." 

"Ows?" 

"Yep, kaya umayos ka. Desente tayo." May ngiti pa rin ang labi ng babae. 

Natahimik sila saglit. 

"Ma'am Sarraa." Lambing nito. 

Naglalaro na naman siya ng binata. Tiningnan niya ng maigi si Ariel. Paglao'y sinakyan. 

"Yes, Ladrido?" 

"Ang ganda mo ngayon Ma'am. As in B-E-A- utiful." Nakangiti si Ariel. 

Flattery. Gustong gusto ito ng babae. 

"T-thank you, Mister Ladrido. Ikaw din, ang guwapo mo ngayon." 

Saglit muli. 

"Ah Ma'am Sara..." 

"Yes?" 

Tiningnan ni Ariel kung delikado ang kasalubong at ang side mirror para sa mga nakasunod. Nung matiyak na safe ang daan, inilapit nito ang mukha ki Sara at binulungan. 

"Kantutan tayo." 

Natigilan si Sara. Uminit na naman yata bigla ang katawan. Siniliban ang kanyang libido. Napakasarap pakinggan ng salitang kantutan kahit hindi siya sanay na binibigkas ito. 

"Ulitin mo nga." Bulong ni Sara. Kagat ang labi. 

Lumapit muli si Ariel. 

"Sabi ko, kantutan tayo." 

Ang sarap pakinggan. 

Malandi na naman ang ngiti ni Sara. Nakapangingilabot ang salita. Kaya kahit hindi sanay at ilang ang bibig, bumulong din siya.. 

"Sige ba. Sige kantutin mo ko. Yung masarap at mahaba ha? Kantutan tayo." 

Kinurot niya ng maliit ang tagiliran ni Ariel. 

Parang napapaso ang labi ni Sara habang sinasabi ito. Nakaka-ilang ngunit nakakadarang. 

Tumango si Ariel. 

"Yes Ma'am." 

*** 

Sabik na sabik ang dalawa at nagmamadali. Pagpasok sa pinto at maisara ito wala na silang malay kundi ang paalpasin ang nagsisilakbong pagnanasa. Sinunggaban ni Ariel si Sara at isinampa sa pader, siniil ng halik ang kanyang labi, mukha at leeg. Kasabay nito ang paghimas niya sa bilugang binti ng dalaga pataas at pababa. Nung magpang abut ang kanilang mga labi, hinayaan ni Sara na makapasok ang mapusok na dila ni Ariel. 

Hinuhubad na ni Sara ang sout ni Ariel at pansamantalang naputol ang kanilang mga labi ng alisin ng binata ang kanyang t-shirt. Gumapang ang kamay ni sara sa makisig na dibdib ng binata. Matigas ang mga muscles dahil sa batak na ensanyo bilang varsity ng basketball team. Dumaosdos ang kamay niya ng marahan hanggang sa six pack abs, marahan - hanggang sa umabut ito sa may sintoron. Abala rin ang kanilang mga dila sa palitan ng laway. 

Itinaas naman ng husto ni Ariel ang laylayan ng bestida at kaagad na hinila ang manipis na panty ng dalaga. Naibaba niya ito ang hanggang binti, ngunit di na nakatiis ang binata, dinakma niya ang nag-aapoy na puki ni Sara. Umungol ang babae. 

"Ohh Fuck!" 

Natataranta na ang teacher dahil natatagalan siyang ikalas ang sintoron. Sabik na sabik siyang hawakan ang tarugo ng estyudiante. Dahil dito, itinulong na muna ni Ariel ang kaliwang kamay na maalis ang namamagitan sa kanila. 

Ipinasok ni Ariel ang isang daliri sa biyak ni Sara. 

"Unggg." 

Lalo itong naulol sa tindi ng naramdaman. Nang maramdaman niyang lumuwang na ang pantalon ng binata, hinila ito pababa kasabay ng brief hanggang sa may binti ni Ariel at dinakma nya rin ang sandata ng lalake. 

"Ang tigaasss." 

Bumuka si Sara sa pagkakatayo. Hindi na kinakaya ng nag-aapoy na katawan ang nararamdaman. Gusto na niyang malasap muli sa kanyang sarili ang titi ni Ariel. 

"Dito. Dito na, fuck me. Fuck me here." Pakiusap ng dalaga. Binatak ng kaliwang kamay niya ang laylayan ng bestida hanggang sa puson, habang sinasalsal niya ng kanan ang titi ni Ariel. 

"Panty. Panty. Alisin mooo dalii." 

Ibinaba pa ni Ariel ng husto ang panty ni Sara. Hinawakan ni Ariel ang titi, pareho sila nakatingin sa kanilang kaselanan. Kagat ni Sara ang labi sa labis na pananabik na maramdaman ang malaki at nagpupumiglas na tarugo. 

Ikiniskis ni Ariel ang ulo sa hiwa. Itinutuok. 

"Ready? Kakantutin kita." 

Bumuka pa ng husto si Sara sa pagkakatayo. 

"Si-sigee na. Ipasok mo na please." 

"Sabihin mo please.." Pakiusap ng binata. 

Halos nagdedeleryo ang mata ni Sara kagat ang labi at iginigiling ang balakang sa naka umang na sandata sa kanyang bukana. Alam niya ang nais ng binata kaya inilapit niyang mainit na mga labi sa tenga ni Ariel. 

"Kantutin mo ako." 

Dito umigting ang libog sa pagkatao ni Ariel. Kumadyot siya pataas! 

SAGAD! 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH" 

Sigaw ng dalawa sa init na naramdaman. 

"God, I miss you.." Bulong ni Sara. 

"I miss you too, babes. I love you." 

Habang pinakikiramdam ang pagkislot ng kanilang kaselanan na magkasugpong, torrid ang halikan ng dalawa. Ipinasok ni Ariel kaliwang palad sa ibabaw ng neckline upang damahin ang suso ni Sara. Pumasok ito hanggang bra, hanggang sa maabut niya ang matigas na nipple. 

Nagumpisa siyang maglabas-pasok sa puki ni Sara na nagraragasa ang likido. Basang basa at madulas na kinantot niya ng banayad habang nakatayo. Nagbabaga ang katawan ni Sara sa ginagawa ni Ariel. 

Inilingkis niya ng husto ang isang paa sa binti ng binata at sinalubong ang bawat ulos ni Ariel. 

"Siggee... siggee pa.. idiin mo...Isagad mo.." Ungol ni Sara. "Unngg ssshit, sarraapp.." 

Nasa kasarapan sila ng makarinig ng kaloskos sa bakuran ng bahay. Maaninag pa ang sikat ng araw ng hapong ito. 

Napatigil si Sara dahil nakabukas pala ang kanyang bintana at nakatiklop ang kurtina. Naisip niyang tila dinala ng hangin ang narinig na kaloskos. 

"Shit, babes. Bintana. Bintana please." 

Walang masyadong pangamba si Sara dahil wala naman makakakita kung sa malapitan o kung may nasa loob ng kanilang bakuran. 

Nainis si Ariel, ngunit inalis niya ang titi ki Sara. Muntik pa siyang matumba ng maglakad habang nakababa ang pantalon niya sa paa kaya halos tumalon ito papunta sa may binata. Hinila niya ang sarili hanggang sa maabut at maisara ang bintana at tuluyan ng pakawalan ang nakataling kurtina. 

Di na siyabumalik dahil sa kalagayan, bagkus ay naupo ito sa gitna ng sofa. 

"Babes lika na." Tawag nito ki Sara na nagaantay pa sana sa kanang bahagi ng pader sa sala. 

Hinawakan ni Ariel ang matigas ang nanlalagkit na titi at sinalsal. Tinanggal na ng tuluyan ni Sara ang panty at iniwan sa sahig saka sinunggaban si Ariel sa pagkaka upo nito. Kinabayuan niya ang magkabilang binti sa gitna ni Ariel. Kahit natatakpan ng laylayan ng sout na bestida, nahanap pa rin ng titi ang butas ni Sara. 

Bumaba si Sara upang muling lasapin ng kanyang puki ang matigas na sandata. 

"OOOhhhh.." 

Abala si Ariel na mautas ang hook sa likod ng bestida upang ibaba ang zipper Nang lumuwang ito, sabay niyang binatak pababa ang damit at strapless bra upang palayain ang dalawang suso ng teacher. 

Sinibasib niya ang nipple. 

"Ungggg." 

Naguumpisa ng umindayog si Sara sa titi ni Ariel. 

"Ungggg." 

Dahil medyo mabagal ang babae, yinakap ng husto ni Ariel ang katawan nito at kumadtoy ng malalakas. Kumapit ng husto ang babae dahil patumba na sila sa sofa habang sinasalubong ang malakas na kadyot ng binata. 

"AAAhhh aahhhhhhh aahhhhhhhh" 

Nakakalibog ang halinghing ng babae. Mas lalong umiigting ang libido ng lalake. Pinag ibayo niya ang pagbayo habang nakaupo. 

"Babess mal-malaapit na ako." Babala ni Ariel. 

"S-Sandalii, sandalii na lang babess aantayinnn mo akooo.." 

Nag-aantay si Sara ng kanyang sukdulan. Pinaikot ikot ni Ariel ang kanyang titi, bumabayo at gumugiling. Binalikan ni Ariel ang isang nipple at kinagat kagat habang nilalapirot naman ang isa. 

"Oh syeeeeet, aay-aayaannn na." 

"Siggeee." 

"Sa-sabayaan mo akooo..." 

"Siiggeeeee..." 

"Ayaaaannn nnaaaa... Ohhhhh fffuccckkkkkkkkk.." 

Umabut ng sukdulan ang babae. 

"Uuuuuuuuuungggggggggggg." Ibinaon ng husto ni Ariel ang titi sa puki ng pumilandit ang kanyang tamod at sinumpit nito ang kaloob looban ni Sara. 

Sunod-sunod. 

Mahigpit ang pagkakayakap nila habang pinakikiramdam ang sabay na pagnanasa. Makailang segundo ang makalipas, kapwa humihingal ang dalawa sa pagod. Pawis na pawis na magkasugpon habang nakaupo si Ariel sa Sofa. 

"Ang sarap." Mahinang bulong ng babae. 

Magdamag silang nagtalik sa bahay nina Sara, hanggang sa makatulog. 




Dream Girl Ch. 03



I stood in front of my dresser mirror trying to do something with my hair, 'I should have gotten it cut' I thought to myself. The music was blaring downstairs; the guys were ready for a party. I on the other hand, was sweating bullets. I can't understand why though, I mean she's just a girl, a very hot girl yes, but I a girl none the less. I mean of course she would think I'm good looking, don't confuse that as being conceded but I've had my fair share of both sexes finding me attractive. Why can't I get some form of a signal from her that she might feel the chemistry, or am I just kidding myself?

I never had much time to dwell on inquiries because people were arriving, and I had to play host until a certain someone stepped through that door. I walked downstairs and for the second time in one day, my pulse began to pick up, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I couldn't find my breath or voice. 

There she was, an angel in my eyes. Wearing a pure white sheer button up blouse, with frilly little lace. But what was under it caught my attention. A spaghetti strap style corset top, in racecar red, the same colour as her lipstick. God how much I wanted to kiss her lips. My favourite part was the little bra-like cups that held her breasts. Shit could this girl drive me any more crazy? I thought to myself as I continued me exploration of her body. Her skintight Capri's held her lower body, and to top it off a little pair of flip-flops on her little feet. I laughed to myself while admiring her feet; she's too cute. Her eyes began to scan the room, hopefully she was looking for me, so I picked us up a few drinks and walked over to her.

Ok I'm here so lets just get this over with, Alliyah thought to herself. God why did I have to take him up on that offer? Holly shit is his place ever huge. There are a lot of people here. I hope he doesn't see me, that way I can say I was here, and leave without anything happening that shouldn't. Alliyah's thoughts were going a mile a minute, slightly listening to her friends' appraisal of Alexander's house wasn't helping, she needed them to not like it and want to leave. This day just keeps getting better Alliyah looked throughout the room and saw Alexander walking towards her...and better. 

"You look..." Alex began but couldn't find the words to finish, as he handed Alliyah her drink.

"Thanks...I think?!" she replied taking a sip of the sweet concoction he gave to her. There better be no date raping drugs in this thing, or he will get his. Alliyah thought to herself.

"No seriously you look good. Tell your friends I'm stealing you away for a bit" Alex whispered to Alliyah so she could hear him over the music. But in all reality he did it just to get close to her, but as long as she didn't know that, it was all right. Alliyah excused herself from her friends promising to dance with them later. 

Alex led her to the dance floor, removed her drink from her hand, and wrapped her arms around his neck staring into her eyes, as his hands found her hips, leading hers to his as Another level- Freak Me came on.

"Let me lick you up and down, 'till you say stop.

Let me play with your body baby, make you real hot.

Let me do all the things you want me to do.

'Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you.

Baby don't you understand, I wanna be your nasty man.

I wanna make your body scream, then you will know just what I mean." Alex began to whisper along into Alliyah's ear. At this point she began to feel lucky he was holding on to her, or else when he just said all that with is voice as sexy as ever into her ear, she thought she would have collapsed. 

The front of her body burned where it met his, and she could feel the heat radiating from his hands, seeping through her clothes and into her skin. Her head began to feel light, and she had to struggle to try and focus on the rest of the song.

"...I wanna lick you up and down, then I wanna lay you down come on sexy!" Alex continued unknowing of Alliyah's predicament. He then her bit her ear lobe before continuing the chorus again. Gaining a gasp from her, just what he wanted, he nuzzled her neck and continued singing.

"Let me lick you up and down, 'till you say stop.

Let me play with your body baby, make you real hot.

Let me do all the things you want me to do.

'Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you.

I love the taste of whipped cream, spread it on top of me.

You know I can't resist you girl, I'll fly you all around the world.

I wanna see your body drip, come on let me take a sip." Alex moaned out that last bit of the verse and Alliyah knew she had completely soaked herself.

Alex couldn't have helped the way he recited the song to her, but it was describing exactly what he wanted to do to her right there on the floor not caring who saw- he wanted her that bad. 

Alliyah could feel the heat rising up her neck, and to her most intimate place. Alexander's lips were so close to her neck she could feel the heat from his heavy breathing and the evidence of his very big arousal. I need to get out of here, she thought to herself. But the way Alexander was holding her felt so go. She was about ready to burst and make him back up what he was promising. But she knew she couldn't go through with it. With that thought, she unwillingly pried her body from Alexander's heat, and held his head to look at her.

Alexander's blue eyes were the colour of the midnight sky when she looked into their depths. His eyelids were drooping heavily as slowly licked his lips while drifting his gaze to hers. I want her so bad. Alex thought to himself, dipping his head to kiss her enticing lips.

"I have to go!" Alliyah said quickly before his lips met hers. Immediately Alex came out of his sexual induced daze.

"Wha...What? Why?" Alex protested trying so hard not to sound like a little boy who just had his ice cream taken away, but failing miserably.

"I have to go to work tomorrow" Alliyah replied hoping Alexander couldn't tell she was lying. He did she realized as the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

"What are you running away from?"

"I'm not running away from anything!"

"Yes you are, your running from me. Why?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you," she retorted, anger starting to build inside her. How dare him, he doesn't own me! Alliyah screamed in her mind. 

"Fine, you don't. If you want to go then go, I wont stop you"

"Fine!" With that said she turned away from him and walked out the door, completely forgetting about her friends still inside.