Touch of Life:
Her Story

From the day they met in Mr. Parker's physics class at their university, Michelle and John were inseparable. They knew without any doubt that their love would last. They promised each other to keep their love strong and to be together always. They shared everything...except sex. Both of them decided to wait till the right time to share this most intimate part of a loving relationship. Four years later, as they were both getting ready to graduate, they decided that the right time would be now.

Homecoming night, 8:24 PM. He was very late. Michelle paced in front of the door. Her sparkling silver gown turned and twisted around her slender waist. Her flowing blond hair fell around her shoulders and over the gown straps. "Where are you, John?" she asked impatiently. "You promised you wouldn't be late." This was such a big night. Tonight, senior homecoming at their university, her birthday, the day that she and John would.... RING! RING! Michelle rushed to her kitchen and picked up the phone. "John?"

"Michelle, it's Becky," came the reply. The throbbing base of dance music was playing on the other end of the phone above Becky's voice. "Where are you guys?"

"John's not here. I called his house, but he wasn't there. He must have left by now, but he just hasn't gotten here yet."

"He couldn't have gotten lost, not today. Does he have a cell phone?"

"No. I kept telling him he should get one. I'm getting really worried."

"Hey, chill out, Shell. He'll get there. He wouldn't miss homecoming night...or what you guys got planned for after homecoming."

"Shut up!" The friends share a giggle, Michelle's first since the night began.

"Look, relax. He'll get there. If he shows up here, I'll call you, OK?"

"OK. Thanks, Becky. We'll hopefully meet you guys there."

"K. Bye."

"Bye." CLICK.

Michelle hung up the phone and went back to pacing in front of the door.

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9:12 PM. "He's not coming." Michelle sank into her couch. She felt devastated, lower than ever before. Guys have let her down before, but not by John. He was always there for her. Always. He promised he'd be here tonight. He promised he'd be with her...always. RING! RING! Michelle ran to the kitchen and picked up the phone again. "John! Where are you?" she asked, frantic with worry.

"Whoa, Shell, it's Becky. He's still not there?"

"No...he's still not here," she replied, relaxing a little.

"He's not here either. I'm so sorry, Shell."

"Not as much as I am."

"Maybe you could still come down and have fun with us."

"Nah, I'm staying here till he gets here. You guys have fun."

"You sure? We could come and get you?"

"Yeah, Beck, you guys are already there. Just...stay and have fun, OK."

"OK, Shell. I hope he gets there before the dance is over."

"I hope so too. Have fun, Becky."

"K. Bye."

"Bye...." CLICK.

Michelle hung up again. Sullenly, she went upstairs to her room. Walking through her bedroom door, she passed an old full length that her grandmother gave her as a "going away to college" gift. She glanced for a moment at herself. She picked the dress out herself. John was going to love it...or he would have if he had gotten to her house. "Where are you, John?" In the corner of the mirror was a picture of the two of them taken after the homecoming game. He was in his dirty football gear. She was in her almost skintight, skimpy cheerleader outfit. He scored the winning touchdown that day. He nicknamed the "Sure Fire" because he was such a dependable player. "You've never let me down before, John," she said to the picture. "Please, get here."

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10:00 PM. Sitting on her bed, Michelle stared at the digital clock on the night-stand. It was too late. He wasn't coming. The one man she loved, or thought she loved, wasn't coming. Before the clock said "10:00," she knew he wasn't coming. She already changed out of her dress and into her black nightshirt and matching panties. It took all her strength to keep herself from crying as she turned off the light and slid into bed. The moment her head hit the pillow, she looked at the nightstand and saw another picture of John, smiling back at her through the picture frame. She reached up and slammed the frame face down on the nightstand. Before she could stop herself, her eyes flooded with tears as she cried herself to sleep.

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10:42 PM. Michelle was sound asleep, dreaming of homecoming, dreaming of John. She dreamed of dancing with him under the glittering lights and the disco ball, just her and him. She saw John in his tuxedo. She saw herself in her gown. She almost felt his arms around her, making her feel safe and secure. Suddenly, John unzipped Michelle's gown and peeled it slowly off her shoulders. He knelt down at her feet and pooled the silvery gown on the dance floor as she stepped out of it. She stood above him, wearing her nightshirt and panties. She looked down and saw that his tuxedo disappeared, leaving his muscular frame and brilliant grin beneath his short, wavy brown hair. She closed her eyes and smiled, blinded by a wave of light.

Still in her dream, Michelle found herself lying on her bed in the middle of the dance floor. John was crawling up her body, planting kisses on her creamy thighs. Michelle bit her lower lip and purred blissfully. John's face hovered over her panty covered crotch. He leaned down and gently licked her pussy through the smooth, black fabric. The warmth of his tongue sent a surge of pleasure though her body. Michelle gasped as she arched her back, thrusting her crotch in John's face and her breasts into the air. Her hands moved over her breasts, squeezing them beneath her soft cotton shirt.

John hooked his finger around her panty straps and dragged them down Michelle's legs and off her feet. The cool air flowed over her moist pussy lips, making her moan softly. John crawled back over her body and knelt between her legs, his face returning to her now bare, clean shaven crotch. His hands slipped beneath her waist, clenching her firm asscheeks. He pulled up Michelle's hips and guided his mouth over her cunt. His tongue pressed into her clit and slid down into her vagina.

The shock of being penetrated awoke Michelle from her dream. She shut her eyes tight and gave a loud moan, putting her hands on the head between her legs. She ran her fingers through soft, short hair, a very familiar head of hair. "John.... Oh John, I knew you'd...." She opened her eyes and looked down to her crotch. There was no one there. Her thoughts were a mix of confusion and arousal. Her body was telling her that a head with between her thighs and a tongue snaking in and out of her pussy, but her eyes were showing her nothing there at all. Despite her confusion, she could not deny that this surreal experience was making her incredibly horny. Still, she could not accept that what was happening was really happening. 'I'm still dreaming,' she thought to herself.

As her invisible lover continued to eat her out, Michelle ground her hips into the phantom head. She turned her head to one side, facing her standing mirror. In the reflection, she could see herself on the bed, her body squirming under the ministrations of her phantom lover. She looked again and saw something strange. In the mirror, between her reflection's legs, was..."John?" She saw him in the mirror kneeling between her legs with his head buried between her thighs. Her hands combed through his hair, pulling him harder into her cunt. The sights and sensations made her even more horny and made her more sure that this was just a dream. 'This can't be real. This has to be a dream.'

Michelle watched John in the mirror, sucking her off passionately. The sensations she was feeling from her pussy matched what she was seeing. Her hips bucked against his hungry mouth, making him suck harder, forcing his tongue deeper into her. Her hands found his and pulled them up her body, sliding them under her shirt and onto her breasts. His fingers squeezed them gently, pressing her hard nipples into his palms. His mouth left her pussy and moved up her stomach.

Michelle took off her shirt and tossed it aside. She felt the weight of John's invisible chest lying on her stomach. She looked into the mirror and saw his head lowering over her breast, taking it into his mouth. She turned back to her chest. She felt John's mouth sucking on her tit, but could only see her naked breast moving up and down as if on its own. Suddenly, she felt teeth lightly gripping her nipple. It stretched up into a hard point, sending shivers through her whole body. "Oh God!" she sighed. His mouth left her breast and moved on to the other, sucking and nibbling it the same way.

Michelle's body tingled with pleasure. She wished this dream would never end. She wished she could see John without having to look into the mirror. She wished she could stare into his deep green eyes and kiss his rough lips. She wished she could feel him inside and all over her body. As his body moved farther up the bed, she thought that one of her wishes could come true. She felt a large, hard thing pressing into her cunt lips. Michelle knew what it was. She felt it sliding into her, gently stretching her pussy around the tip. She turned her head to the mirror and saw John hunched over her, his hips about lock into hers. He looked like he was waiting for something.

"Michelle..." John's voice echoed from the mirror. He too was staring to the mirror. Their eyes met in the reflection. "May I?"

Michelle smiled at his thoughtfulness. She remembered why she loved him so much. She knew what he wanted...and she wanted it too. "Yes.... Make love to me, John."

In one smooth thrust, John entered her. His seven inch cock punched through her cherry, filling her to the brim. Michelle gasped sharply, letting the blissful moment wash over her body. They were sharing the moment they had dreamed of since they met. They were giving each other their virginity. Even though she believed this was a dream, it felt real enough to her. She reached up and put her arms around his back, pulling his invisible body down onto her chest. Their hips bucked against each other, working into a slow, steady rhythm. Their bodies rocked back and forth on the bed.

Michelle looked over into the mirror as she and John made love. She watched their bodies lock together in sensual harmony. She watched and felt John slide in and out of her slowly. She looked up to where his face should have been. She placed her hands in the space above her and touched his invisible face, running her thumb along what felt like his lips. She moved their faces closer together, closed her eyes, and shared a kiss. Their lips pressed together and parted. Their tongue slipped together. She wrapped her legs around his strong waist, squeezing him, driving him to pump harder.

Michelle felt John lifting up their hips, sliding his knees under her thighs. He wrapped his arms under the small of her back and sat up, lifting her onto his lap. She broke her kiss and looked down at her body. She saw only her body hanging in mid-air over the bed, her arms and legs embracing a phantom body. She felt herself being lifted up and down onto John's hard cock, riding him passionately. She never felt so alive, so in love. Her body felt only the rapture of their love making. She felt something growing within her, like a storm brewing over the horizon. With each thrust, it grew stronger, raging within her as a mix of passion and love. She rode on hard and fast, into the heart of the storm.

Suddenly, as John plunged deep into her pussy, Michelle came, her whole body tightening around her phantom lover, her pleasure crashing into her like a bolt of lightning. She let out a scream of ecstasy as she embraced John. She never felt a pleasure so intense before. Her body fell back onto the bed. John's arms gently laid her down, holding her by her hips as he gave one more hard thrust. Another lightning bolt shot through her as she came again. Her pleasure grew more intense by the moment. She felt John's body descending onto her, his mouth pressing onto hers as he gives one last, gentle hump. This time, instead of her pleasure crashing like lightning, it rolled through her body slowly like thunder. She sighed blissfully, breaking the kiss. Her body collapsed, sprawling over the bed.

"Oh God.... I love you, John..." she breathed.

From the mirror, she heard John's voice answer, "I love you, Michelle...."

Michelle looked into the mirror and watched John lie down over her body. They both appeared to shine with sweat, resting in the afterglow of their love. John was looking to the mirror as well as his head resting on her breasts. It was a beautiful sight.