Archive-name: Dreams/home0.txt
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Archive-title: Home


     Another Saturday evening finds me sitting at home with nothing to
do.  Not that I really am looking for something to do.  I don't have
the energy.  I programmed all afternoon, playing with some graphics
functions in my C compiler.  My mom asks me if I want to call a friend
and go midnight bowling, her treat.  She's in her robe and my dad's
home...Ok, I can take a hint.  I don't want to go bowling, so I clean
my room and tell them I'm going to the library.

     Twenty years old and living at home.  I guess it's not unusual,
but I still feel like a child doing it.  I don't have much of a
choice, though.  School costs a lot of money.  But still...My
girlfriend has her own place.  Well, not really her own.  She rooms
with her sister and her sister's boyfriend.  But she's away from her
parents.  I love my parents, but I'd really like to get out, too.

     So I'm driving down College Avenue towards CSU.  I stop at the
gas station to get a pack of cigarettes, even though I'm "Trying to
Quit." Hell, I only started six months ago. When I get back in the car
I light up.  The energy's just not right for the library anymore.  I
wish I were with Sandi.

     Saturday is supposed to be our day.  But she has to work.  Her
boss made some excuse why she couldn't work, and Sandi was stuck with
the shift.  She can't quit -- too many bills. I guess that's the price
you to pay for living on your own.  Now I have to wait until tomorrow
to see her.

     Sandi works two full time jobs now.  She's trying to get the cash
to buy a car.  Maybe I'm lazy, but there's no way I could do that. I
complain about my 25-hour-a-week job.

     Thinking of Sandi reminds me of the place we used to go when we
were both in high school as I pass the turn off for it, I suddenly
have the urge to go up there.  I make a u-turn and head up to
Horsetooth.  Driving down this once often-traveled road for me I begin
to think of the last time I was over at Sandi's...

     It was about 1am when she went back to her room to go to bed.
This Saturday we didn't spend much money, just stayed at her place,
ate dinner, and watched tv.  One of her sister's friends was staying
the night, so I sat down on the couch to talk to him.  He's a Navy
Seal who just got back from Saudi Arabia.  I told him my dad was a
Seal during Vietnam, and we got to talking.  About 1:30 Sandi comes
back out to see what I'm doing.  She's wearing a short red robe with a
dragon embroidered on the back -- pretty sexy except for the wide
green belt she hastily tied around it.  I end my conversation with
Daryn and go back to her room with her.

     "Sorry, I didn't realize how long I was out there."

     "That's ok.  I figured you just got to talking." Sandi unties her
robe and lets it drop to the floor.  She's wearing a black lace bra
and pink g-string panties. Oh god, I love those panties.  I picked
them out for her one time when we went shopping together.

     "How about some attention for me?"  she says as she pulls me
close to her.  I'm already beginning to feel my pants getting crowded.
That problem is alleviated when she unbuttons them.  I kiss her
slowly, not wanting to rush things even though I haven't had sex for
over a week. Our tongues fence as she fishes my now fully erect penis
from my jeans and softly strokes it.  I completely forget about
everything but Sandi. Gently pushing her onto the bed I get undressed,
eyeing her from head to toe.

     We've been going out for almost three years now, but the sight of
her dressed like that sends chills of delight up my spine just like
the first time I saw her naked.  I lie down on the bed and she
snuggles as close as she can.  We begin to kiss again, but not for
long.  She starts kissing my neck, then licks it.  As she starts
sucking on my neck and then puts her tongue in my ear and gently
blows, I am filled with delight.  Sandi sure knows how to drive me
crazy.

     She starts going down, first to suck on my nipple, then little
kisses all the way down to my crotch.  She briefly brushes her breasts
on my penis, then kisses it. With her tongue just barely out of her
mouth, she bathes my penis with her tongue and lips, going down its
length and back up again, one of her hands gently stroking my scrotum.
By now I'm delirious with pleasure.  I pull on her side, signalling I
want her to do 69.

     "Not today, I just ended my period,"  she explains, and then goes
back to work.  I'm a bit disappointed, but I soon get over it when she
takes my penis into her mouth.  As she starts bobbing her head, I
brush her hair aside so I can watch.  I'm a very visual person, and
this excites me more. She starts going slower, almost the full length
of my penis disappearing into her mouth.  I really don't know how she
does that -- I couldn't swallow anything seven inches long. But it
turns me on immensely until I can't take it anymore.  Just before I
pass the point of no return, I pull her back up to me.

     "I don't want to come that way,"  I say.  She's on top of me and
we begin to kiss again, much more passionately than before. Giving
oral sex turns her on -- I'm glad she likes it as much as me. I reach
down and begin to play with her clitoris.  She moves her hips in a
circular motion, getting more excited all the time.  I pull the
panties I love so much to the side and replace my hand with my penis.
I find the opening and slide in full length with no effort -- she's
very wet by now.  She props herself up with her arms and begins moving
slowly up and down.  Her breasts are inches from my face, so I pull
her bra down and suck on her right nipple.  She gives a little cry of
delight and begins moving faster as I nurse one breast and stroke the
other. It's not long before she starts coming.  I grab her ankles as
she begins moving very fast and match her strokes.  She comes so hard
that she lunges forward and buries her head in my shoulder so she
doesn't scream -- there are three other people in the apartment.  She
comes for a full thirty seconds.  It feels so good I can't hold mine
either, although I wanted to.  As I have my own orgasm I almost yell,
too. It's so intense when we come together, and it happens often.  She
collapses on me and I go completely limp.  We lay there for awhile,
her vagina having gentle spasms.  I like that feeling so I don't pull
out right away.  When she gets her energy back, she slowly rolls off
of me and lays beside me with her head on my chest.

     "That was great, baby.  But I wanted to last longer."

     "Yes, it was great.  But who says we're finished for the night?"

     I come back to the present as I reach my destination. Thinking
about last week made my pants a bit crowded again.  As I look out on
the lake, I can't help but wonder what she'll wear for me tomorrow.

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