Untitled - but Happy Birthday would be a good title
She sat on her bed as she did every night... though this time the was doing as an 18 year old. Funny how she thought it would be a bit different. Of course she didnt have a party... a few friends called and wished her happy birthday and she treated herself to a movie with her sister. She spent a few hours in her virtual world chatting to the friends she wished lived closer... but then she did that every evening.
Why she decided to go to bed so early was beyond her. Perhaps she felt if she slept... she'd wake up feeling different the next day and wanted to get a good start on the process?
She lay in bed... thinking... wishing that she'd had someone special to share the day with. All her friends had boyfriends and were happy but she... she had no-one but the men that appeared in her dreams.
She couldnt stand being in the dark anymore so she flicked on her light and began to stare at her postered walls... posters of the 3 men she admired most... beautiful, sexy and just plain cute! Paul was the one she admired most of all. His eyes that you could get lost in. His appeal that had no verbal explanation at all. She was reminded of a magazine that she had bought that day for the article of Paul. She rumaged through her bag and pulled it out opening it to the center page. There he was... Wonderful as ever. She sighed and leaned back, staring into his eyes before brining the magazine to her chest to embrace the picture. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing in front of her...
She sighed once more and decided that it was time to try and get some sleep. She went to take one more look at the picture btu was shocked to see that he had vanished. All there was, was a background. She rubbed her eyes to see if they were playing up on her but he was still gone.
Sensing that there was someone looking at her she looked up from the magazine and gasped.
"What the fuck" She said when she found herself looking at the very man she'd been admiring.
"Nice way to greet someone" He replied with a sarcastic smile and stepped closer.
"What are you doing here?" She asked not quite knowing what to think of the whole thing.
He didnt speak... He just smiled and moved closed to her. His face only cm's away and she stared at his eyes so intently that she could have painted them by memory.
"Oh" she whispered as he moved in closer and their lips met. The kiss was soft... gentle... perfect. Their tongues gently seaching eachothers mouthes. The feeling sent a tingle down her spine. His hands slowly caressed her thighs and made their way up and under her nightie. His fingers grazed the strap of her g-string and kept moving up until it came in contact with her nipples which had become hard and extremely sensetive. They only rested there for a moment before he lifted the soft material over hear head and exposed her skin to the air.
"Paul I..."
"Shhh" He said and silenced her with another kiss before his mouth moved to her neck and traveled down between her breasts and onto her nipples. Slowly his tongue circled them... occasioanlly biting them gently.
Skillfully he removed her underwear and ran his fingers through her moist pubic hair before finding her clitoris and began rubbing gently. Never had she experienced such pleasure. Sure she'd had sex before but they were boys... inexperienced and lacking any clue of what feels good. Just the way he touched her... his long slender fingers occasionally darting inside her.
Sometime during all this he's managed to remove his shirt and pants and she noticed his throbbing erection concealed by his underwear. She wanted to aid him in taking them off but he indicated that this was her night... that he was there to pleasure her. He smiled and then moved his head in between her thighs... a small gasp left her lips as his tongue began gliding inside her and fondling her clitoris. The thought of him tasting her... feeling her desire to have him was driving her wild with desire and she couldnt wait any longer.
"Please..." She said and he looked up at her. Those eyes...
He pulled off his last item of clothing and his fantastic member was upright and ready to go. Teasingly he rested it just at the tip of her opening and she tried to quirm a little futher down but he was enjoying it too much. Slowly... ever so slowly he slipped inside her until he could go no further and she arched her back and inhaled deeply. His thrust was slow... erotic... His hands gently gliding over her naked skin and resting on her hips so he could pull her towards him.
Faster and faster he began to move... a little harder every time. Sweat building on both their bodies. Both groaning loudly as they built up to climax. With one last deep, hard thrust she orgasmed and began to convulse with pleasure. He thrust again into her and the feeling of her muscles wrapped tightly around him caused an eruption with in him large enough to last a life time.
He kissed her once more time before getting dressed and quietly stealing out of her room.
The next morning she work and found herself dressed again... sleeping on her bed with her lamp on and the magazine draped over her chest.
"It was only a dream" She said with a sigh and picked up the magazine. She opened it up to the center page and there was Paul... exactly the same as he was the night before. Though something caught her eye just as she was about to close it. Right down the bottom corner of the page there was a scrawl all to familiar.
"Happy Birthday"
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