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Fantasy come true
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He doesn't see me, this I know, but I am not going to let that spoil my fantasies.
I have known him since childhood. He has even attended the same parties as I. Even the parties I have had.
He follows my childhood neighbor, Jeff, everywhere. Jeff and I have been close friends on and off again. They are now college room mates.
His hair falls over, shielding the most amazing brown eyes. Longish, dark eyelashes surround them. He has that thrown together look. To me that is hot, but he sure can clean up when he wants too. I saw him at Jeffs sisters wedding, he looked amazing.
His shoulders are twice the width of mine, and he is atleast a foot taller. A rare breed, indeed.
He doesn't seem to understand the affect he has on others, and doesn't even search the room. He stays focused on any conversation thrown at him, then when over, slinks back and studies an object or sips on a drink.
I have heard him speak, but cannot approach to converse with him. His voice his deep and smooth, with a slight Louisiana accent.
He is often gone for the summers and holidays, but this christmas he decided to hang with Jeff.
Jeff and I rode together home for the holidays, beings that our families are neighbors. And finally, he may notice me cause he is now riding in my back seat. Jeff, doing shotgun, is rattling off some joke he heard last night at a bar.
I keep peeking at the rearview mirror. But his head is ducked and he is smirking at Jeff while reading a paperback. I could tell he wasn't even following Jeff.
The trip to South Florida was long and humid even for this time of year. He shed his jacket and his tight tank showed me what my imagination only could guess on.
Jeffs head finally falls back and he starts softly blowing soft, sleep breaths.
About thirty minutes after Jeff passed out I gaze up again into the mirror and catch brown eyes studying me.
My breath becomes shallow and my fingers are numb. I mentally tell myself to be cool. I glance back up and smile slightly into the mirror. His gaze remains steady. I would have matched his gaze but I was driving.
I could tell he continued to stare, I could feel it all over. I got a sudden itch between my legs and twitched quickly. I know he sensed it cause I heard a soft grunt.
My eyes flew up and I saw him lick and suck in his upper lip. "Do you have any bottled water? I am suddenly parched." He asked softly, careful not to wake Jeff.
"Sure." I said huskily. Instead of telling him to get it, I reach behind my seat. My breast strained foward and I brushed my arm against his leg, into my bag.
I suddenly felt him shift and as I pulled it free of my bag, his hand clasped it along with my hand. He pulled the bottle free with his other hand and held on to my hand, softly.
I felt trapped. Glad that traffic was smooth. I strained to reach the gas. His hand massaged mine gently and slid up my arm while he released me. "Thanks" He whispered, his breath brushing me.
He was close to my left ear. His arm slid around to place a bottled water between my legs. "One for you." He whispered.
Then leans back and becomes engrossed in his book.
For the next couple of miles I struggled to breath normal again. I was a bit faint from lack of oxygen. I held my breath through out the whole exchange.
My thighs were tingling from the slow slide of the bottle between my legs. I peeked over and noticed there was definately a open drink holder between me and Jeff. I looked up to see a slow smile spread crookedly across his face.
Jeff woke an hour later and announced that he had to do a pit stop and we both concured.
We gased up and grabbed some snacks.
This time Jeff drove and I did shotgun. I snacked and leafed through a magazine for awhile then decided to nap myself. I leaned the seat back as far as possible and fell asleep.
I felt the car stop and slowly woke to what I thought was an empty car. Jeff must of had another pitstop. I snuggled in and was just about to doze off when I felt a tug on my hair.
My eyes pop open and I feel my long braid being unraveled.
I felt it fall and spread out off the back of the seat and warm strong fingers brush softly through it, from scalp to tip. I arch, still half asleep, and moan at the erotic stimulation I was recieving. A soft, masculine chuckle followed my moan.
His hand fell when we heard Jeff whisling and strolling back to the car. After settling in and before starting up, Jeff looked over at me strangely and his head cocked to the side. "Wow, you look awsome with your hair loose like that." He said surprisingly, strangly with a blush on his cheeks.
I was feeling awkward and settled back up in the seat. I twisted my hair over my right shoulder and logged onto my facebook via cell.
We arrived before nightfall. I dropped the boys off and proceeded to my parents house.
I almost put it completely out of my head, well, atleast until bedtime. My dreams were taking another turn. Suddenly, they had an additional member.
We were scheduled to return a few days after new years, but a week remained. My parents had the traditional New Year's Bash. It was sort of like a masked ball from the past. I loved them. I had just the costume.
My sister and I shopped carefully. Her being only sisteen settled for a typical teen type costume and I decided on something a little mysterious and sexy. Tasteful enough for my parents to approve.
Most of the time the men settled with the typical black mask and cape. So identifying him will not be hard. His kind never blend in.
The week passed and I did some prepping and planning, with my mom, for the party. I also thought to prep and plan myself. I had my nails done into a long dark, sexy red. I had my long wavy, blonde hair swept up into a sexy do. Long strands pulled free to surround my shoulders. A messy side bun and a sexy black scarf weaving in and out through my hair. I loved it.
My mom helped do up the back of my dress. It was a shimmery silver and black bustier fit top and a filmy skirt fell from low on my hips. My face was was glowing shimmer and my lipstick a slick bright red. The silver mask was placed over my eyes, nothing besides mascara enhancing them.
My mother turned me to the mirror and we both gasped at the result. I looked like a mythical goddess. Mom smiled and turned to ready herself while I continued to gaze at my image. I smiled sweetly and pursed my lips. This is gonna be a huge shock to all when I enter the party.
Last year I dressed like a pirate in pants. It suited cause I never dressed like a real girl. Only cause I wanted to be veiwed from a different image. Now it is time to shine.
My mind went back to the realization from Jeff and the heated gaze from my fantasy man. Ok, I will tell you his name is Roman, and mine, Julia. It is erotic to imagine the outcome of such an evening.
They noticed me as a woman, for the very first time. And a new me was just about to be revealed. And I was eager to reveal myself in a diffent light. The side of me I only keep in my dreams.
The dance floor was surrounded by my mothers thick and aromatic garden. The stars shown down along with the glow of the moon. A thick misty fog was being blown onto the party from the curtain of shrubs and vines.
A twinkle of lights was glowing from the trees. Candles were placed at the tables. It was just light enough to see shadows and a few lights were glowing up from the ground to illuminate the guests costumes.
I slowly strolled through. I stopped standing in just the right place. A light glowed from below. My skin glowed and my dress shimmered. My dad approached and bowed, he took my hand and we danced to a slow soulful song.
Dads eyes were glittering with pride and knowledge of my mischief ways. He knew I was up to something.
"Julia, you are so beautiful." He looked up suddenly and my hand was grasped by a gloved hand. My father passed me on and slipped away to find my mother.
A tall figure towered over me. His arms slipped around my waist. I was pulled in and up, no breath could get through. His head lowered into the curve of my shoulder, into my whispy curls. He inhaled and nuzzled. "There are no words. Nothing can describe, Julia, how you are making me feel." Roman whispered into my hair.
I had a clue. His heart was beating hard and steady up against my sensitive breasts. The rosey tip of my nipples barely covered by the confines of the bustier. Flame snaked through me, like lava in my veins. Heat pooled in the center of me.
Roman wore a black tailored suit. A black fitted silk button down shirt. It was unbuttoned down enough to allow his soft chest hair to peek through. He wore no cape, just a simple black mask. His hair shiney black and soft curls dusting over his collar. His musky apple tabacco and earthy scent mix was intoxicating.
I was so caught up in the flow of our bodies and the heartbeats colliding, I did not noticed we were hidden in the darker part of the garden.
Roman stopped moving and stood steady and gazed down at me. His hand slid along my spine and down again to the curve of my hip. His gaze snapped up and a smile spread on his face.
I realized we were no longer alone.
My plan was being turned against me. I did not see it coming and did not mind. Anticipation and glee drove through me, but I stood cool and visually calm.
Jeff approached close behind. All I felt was his breath in my hair. He inhaled as Roman did, his nose brushed up against my neck. The quick heat of his breath brushed over me.
I rose my arms, slight contact between the three of us. Their hands by their sides, I swayed and danced, my hands held high. My generous curves slid over them. They stood still and expecting.
I had no undergarments on, only stockings under the skirt. The cool night couldn't control the steam heat radiating from beneath my skirts. I had no experience but went with the feelings from within.
I surrounded Jeff and splayed my hand across his shoulders. His deepset eyes lowered in pleasure. My hands sifted through the buttons. His shirt fell open and his soft tanned chest expanded quickly when I pressed my soft, barely contained, chests against him. I slid up on tiptoes and caressed my tongue across his lower lip.
Roman slid under and up. He slid his ,tightly contained, stone hard cock up over my skirt covered ass. I could tell he realized ,from the slidem that there was nothing but skirts covering me. His pause at the realization made my heart leap. He backed away, and I reached up to slide my bustier down and release my swollen breasts.
Jeff grasped me quickly and lifted me up to his face level and he collected my left nipple into a suckle so powerful I squealed and had a small orgasm, my juices sliding down onto my stockings.
My head fell back and over, my eyes caught Roman a few feet away, his head held low his eyes colliding with mine. His fist was stroking the most beautiful cock. He had released it from its unwelcome confines. I was thankful.
Watching him and the stimulation from Jeff, I could barely stand. Not able to stand anymore, I placed my legs around Jeffs hips. The tip of his cock was peeking over the top of his undone pants. I shifted and released the skirts from between us. I slid over his erect cock. Its thick head and base slid over my wet folds.
He shook, his mouth unable to continue. His head fell onto me and he growled. I bucked and slid over him. He went to lift me up and upon him. But I slid down to the ground and engulfed him deep into my throat. His load exploded after a few deep draws. I buried my face down and swollowed every drop.
He pulled me up and turned me. My legs were lifted by Roman and placed around his shoulders. I was pushed up, my shoulders aligned with Jeffs. My head fell back over Jeffs shoulder.
Romans breath brushed over my thighs and his nose brushed over my clit and he slid his tongue lightly over my folds. I sobbed and begged for release. He teased and chuckled while Jeff tweaked at the tips of my breasts.
Roman suddenly buried his tongue deep in my tight virgin hole, his nose teasing my swollen clit. Jeff took notice and pinched and twisted hard on my nipples. I could feel his heart thunder against my back. He moved in to place the head of his newly swollen cock between the cheeks of my soft round ass.
I started bucking and screaming softly on Romans face. Jeffs hips rotated to the same tune. The head of his cock gathered up my juices and rotated over my ass. He slid the soft slick head over the virgin puckered hole. My ass clenched up from the unwelcome invasion, but my pussy flowered open to this. I did not understand the pleasure from this, did not expect it.
I was settled once more uppon my feet. Roman guided me to a bench. He straddled it and leaned back, his cock standing at attention. He guided me to straddle him. His eyes told me what to do, without words.
As I guide myself uppon him, I felt Jeff place him self behind me and sit back on the other end of the bench. I look over my shoulder and see him settle back, bracing himself up with his right hand. His clothes were completely gone. He stroked himself. His pale skin shown, his blonde hair shimmered, and his impressive cock proud. I had to rip my gaze away.
Roman guides me over him and pulls me down into a deep kiss. He eases in me slowly, barely going in. His eyes suddenly ducks and gazes into mine intensely. He pushes down on me and breaks through. I gasped from the pain, but he goes still. His hand glides over my back softly. His gentle touch and soft kisses relax me.
He starts rotating his hips, barely moving inside me. The pain begins fading into a warm pleasure. He was careful not to hurt me, but the dark intense look in his eyes increased my eagerness. I rose up and slowly started grinding my hips onto him. I was completely full of him.
I arched back, wanting to appear sexy and wanting. His gaze was moving over me and his hand moved up and down over my thighs.
His breath was deep and his anxious moans were exciting to me. The pain gone, I started moving along him. His thumb slid down to my folds and starts rotating over my clit. I lean over and rub closer onto him. No longer needing his thumb. We kiss deeply.
He could not contain himself no longer. He swiftly stood. My legs wrapped around him. He presses me against an ivy covered wall and pounds into me. A sheen of sweat on his brow. He whispers sweet erotic words to me. He shifts down and up hitting something inside me that sends me over the edge.
I start bucking and groaning his name, tears sliding from under my mask. I feel him swelling and I know his end is near. He slows and gazes into my eyes wanting to watch my pleasure. He starts shaking and jerking then he buries into me. He kisses me deeply and doesn't release me until he makes me understand his meaning.
I am his, and his alone. Jeff must have noticed this, for he was gone.
My fantasy has become a reality. I believe this fantasy has only begun.
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Submitted by:
Monique
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