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Dream,Mf,rom,lolita 

My Girl


I've never been with someone like her, ever.

I'm sleeping with my girl.  Her hair is draped over my
shoulder, but the room is so dark I can't even tell
what the color is.  I can smell the shampoo she used,
the soap she showered with.  I'm in love.
She's spooned up behind me so tight I can feel her
breasts crushed against me.  Her nipples pressing
against my back like pebbles.  She's almost as tall as
I am and she fits perfectly, bend for bend.  Her face
is pressed into the back of my neck.  I can feel the
tops of her feet under mine.  As they start to put
pressure on my feet my knees bend even more.  I feel
my ass sticking further out pressing harder against
her.  Ever so slowly she starts rubbing herself
against me.  It’s almost like she doesn't want to
disturb me.  The thin strip of hair between her legs
is fine, not course like most women I've known.  All I
can feel is her mons rubbing against my ass, as my
cock gets harder without either of us touching it. 
She continues to rub herself against my butt.  I can
start to feel moisture on her pubic hairs.  

My girl moves slightly as she hooks her leg over my
hip.  Her fingers brush over her labia spreading the
moisture over her clitoris.  It's directly exposed to
the friction we're making.

I try to turn my head to see her face but all I can
see is the ceiling, as her face is still buried
between my neck and the pillow.  The pressure builds
in me.  Her fingers enter her vagina to hurry her
orgasm.  Small kisses graze my neck.  My free arm
reaches behind me.  I know what she wants.  I grab her
hips and push her back against me harder.  I feel
very, very close to cumming as her breathing changes
from the fast deep breaths of pleasure to short gasps.
 Her orgasm approaches.  Her stomach begins to tighten
and the rocking behind me becomes more insistent.  Her
clit, exposed and pressing ever harder into me, must
be raw despite her natural lubrication.  It's pressing
insistently into my ass, painting me with her
moisture.

Still her rubbing continues till I hear the cry of her
orgasm behind me, muffled by the pillow pressed hard
against her mouth.
Still, I feel her dampness behind me.  Still, her hips
push forward, desperate to get the last bit of
pleasure out of our act of love.  Fingers that leave
her pussy and tentatively lock with mine on her hip. 
This slightest squeeze is my only thank you, the only
thank you I need or desire, for giving her pleasure. 
I'm happy to have been able to grant her this gift. 
We drift off to sleep, both content and satisfied.

xXx

As I wake up I know three things.  I'm not content and
I'm not satisfied and it was a dream.  As close as I
was, I didn't cum.  I never do in this dream.  I'm
fully awake in the morning it's gray and raining, like
my mood.  I feel the tightness between my legs of
having had been turned on and shut down once again.  

I don't have sex in real life so why should I have it
in my dreams, I reason with myself.  

As I enter the kitchen the radio is on, playing the
latest music.  It's almost as fowl as my mood.  Who
ever heard of a rock group calling itself KISS.  Well
at least they won't be around long.  Why not something
like Elvis or Jerry Lee Lewis.  Then I see and hear
the reason for the top 40 station.

Jennifer is dancing in her chair to the music.  She
looks up at me, smiling, positively glowing.  How the
hell does she do that?
"Cereal?" comes the mumbled question.  Her mouth is
full and the spoon is on the way up again.  

"I told you before…"

"I know," comes the instant reply.  "You were enlisted
in the Navy.  No breakfast with officers for you." The
smile gets just big enough so her Captain Crunch won't
fall out of her mouth.

It's just the usual for me coffee.  "So are you all
set for tonight?" I ask.

The smile disappears.  "I guess so.  I just wish Mary
hadn't gotten the chicken pox now.  We work good
together," came the thoughtful reply.  

"Well, it'll be up to you tonight, Jen.  Don't worry
I'll be there."

"But I hate playing center.  I'm a forward." I could
hear the whining tone start up.  "I need to move my
butt up and down the court.  I need to crash the
boards."

"You need to do what the coach says.  You're in the
playoffs already, don't complain." I said, trying to
change the subject.  "How did you sleep last night?"

"Had trouble getting to sleep at first, but I loosened
up with my usual routine and slept like a baby." Her
eyes were glowing again.  "You?"

Well Ollie what a fine mess now, I thought.  "I always
sleep like a rock." Was the not so truthful reply. 
"Once I'm down nothing wakes me up." At least that was
the truth.

"Ya, I know Gene." Now there was a smile.  "I got a
letter from Mom yesterday and said she'd be back from
Germany the end of the month.  Do I really have to go
home then? Can't I stay?"

"You know the answer is no.  Now, go or you'll be late
for the bus."

"See you tonight Uncle Gene."  Then came the kiss on
the cheek, and out the door she ran.

Think it’s bad now, I said to myself, wait till she’s
in High School.


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