Dreams part 1
22nd Feb 2010
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Hands ran long her body, feeling every curve. Her body trembled as he entered her, her muscles clenching then releasing allowing all of him in. Slowly he started moving, in, out, in, out. Faster and faster they moved together. Her hands clawed his back, her nails leaving red marks. His muscles rippled in his arms as he held himself up. Harder he drove himself into her until she could no longer hold back. He stared deep into her eyes as he exploded inside her'¦
`Ohhhhhh'¦'¦.'
Willow awoke with a start, sweat trickling from her hairline down her neck. Breathing heavily, she looked around to see if her roommate had woken up. Blonde hair and a body softly snoring occupied the other bed; this morning at least she was safe from any questions from her overly curious friend. Last week she had come home still glowing from her adventure at the waterfall and her roommate had been asking her questions ever since. Waking her up with a dream induced orgasm would have piqued her curiosity more. Easing herself out of bed she couldn't help but notice again this morning her underwear was wet through. Her soft musky smell wafted up to her nose. Blushing furiously red and quickly walking to their bathroom, she felt that familiar dull ache that had been with her for the last week.
Taking this last year at university in Scandinavia had been a huge step for her. Coming from a relatively sheltered existence back home, she didn't fit the normal female art student stereotype. Willow wasn't a sexual extravert nor had she had lots of practice. While she didn't wear restrictive clothes, she also felt extremely uncomfortable in anything too revealing. This is where her roommate came in. Amelie was sex on legs and knew it too, extremely liberated and sexual; she was forever trying to set Willow up on dates with boyfriends she had grown tired with. Willow had consented once and found herself lying on her back on a dirty mattress while her date spent himself then asked her to leave. Glad she had the foresight to bring along the condoms Amelie had given her, but still not seeing why Amelie raved about sex so much. That was of course until she had found the waterfall.
Ever since that day she had come across the waterfall, Willow had been dreaming about the stranger and when she would see him again, if ever. Sex having never been on her mind much before was now a constant thought. The fact that one stranger had achieved what the handful of guys she had slept with had never come close to achieving, made her hungry for more. At least in her dreams anyway. Her dreams filled with hot sweaty bodies, sexual positions she had only ever seen in books or on film. Her stranger had a face in her dreams, a mix of faces. Faces of every guy she had ever known. No matter how adventurous her dreams were getting, in the waking world Willow was still reserved and shy. The fire building up inside her everyday she wouldn't let out in fear of what lay ahead. Her life was still safe and predictable she thought she was happy.
The shower was now running the water set to cool her flushed skin. The sound of the water reminded her again of the waterfall, and that now familiar dull ache pulsed in her groin and nipples. Getting the loofah, Willow slowly circled the hard sponge over her wet skin. The familiar sensation calmed her, sloughing away lasts night dream so she would be able to face this day with some sort of control over herself. Hearing Amelie enter the bathroom, Willow turned to face the wall. She had seen Amelie naked so many times and had heard her having sex with one of her many boyfriends on occasion but still she was embarrassed to show her body.
`Morning Willow!' her voice as always, bright and cheerful, `you were talking in your sleep last night, I couldn't work out what you were saying but wow were you restless!'
A blush reddened Willow's cheeks thankfully Amelie couldn't see it
`And I swear I heard you moaning in your sleep as well! Willow your sleep has been saying more than what you have ever since you went on that walk last week! You met someone I know it! Are you going to introduce him to me? Or are you going to keep him entirely to yourself?'
After only a couple of months, Amelie already knew her too well. Was she really this predictable? Anyway Amelie was becoming more insistent that Willow tell her what went on, she would have to think of something that would be enough to satisfy her curiosity to leave her alone for a couple of days.
`Amelie, you're right something did happen on my walk last week...'
`I knew it! Fess up!'
`It's not what you think'¦..I...I'¦ I found the most beautiful place to paint for my major work this semester. You should see it! Everything is so green and there are'¦'
`Art!? Again!? Honestly Willow I had thought you had finally stopped being such a prude and gotten yourself laid properly.' Willow could hear the laughter in Amelie's voice. `One day you're just going to have to let your guard down and let your body be wildly ravished by some hot hunk of a man before you end up old and grey with only your paintings for company.'
Willow couldn't help laughing at this.
`I promise I won't end up like that Amelie now if you could please get out of the bathroom so I can get out of this shower, I'll see you for lunch.'
`I'll say it again Willow. A good lay would do wonders for you.'
`Ohhhhhh'¦'¦.'
Willow awoke with a start, sweat trickling from her hairline down her neck. Breathing heavily, she looked around to see if her roommate had woken up. Blonde hair and a body softly snoring occupied the other bed; this morning at least she was safe from any questions from her overly curious friend. Last week she had come home still glowing from her adventure at the waterfall and her roommate had been asking her questions ever since. Waking her up with a dream induced orgasm would have piqued her curiosity more. Easing herself out of bed she couldn't help but notice again this morning her underwear was wet through. Her soft musky smell wafted up to her nose. Blushing furiously red and quickly walking to their bathroom, she felt that familiar dull ache that had been with her for the last week.
Taking this last year at university in Scandinavia had been a huge step for her. Coming from a relatively sheltered existence back home, she didn't fit the normal female art student stereotype. Willow wasn't a sexual extravert nor had she had lots of practice. While she didn't wear restrictive clothes, she also felt extremely uncomfortable in anything too revealing. This is where her roommate came in. Amelie was sex on legs and knew it too, extremely liberated and sexual; she was forever trying to set Willow up on dates with boyfriends she had grown tired with. Willow had consented once and found herself lying on her back on a dirty mattress while her date spent himself then asked her to leave. Glad she had the foresight to bring along the condoms Amelie had given her, but still not seeing why Amelie raved about sex so much. That was of course until she had found the waterfall.
Ever since that day she had come across the waterfall, Willow had been dreaming about the stranger and when she would see him again, if ever. Sex having never been on her mind much before was now a constant thought. The fact that one stranger had achieved what the handful of guys she had slept with had never come close to achieving, made her hungry for more. At least in her dreams anyway. Her dreams filled with hot sweaty bodies, sexual positions she had only ever seen in books or on film. Her stranger had a face in her dreams, a mix of faces. Faces of every guy she had ever known. No matter how adventurous her dreams were getting, in the waking world Willow was still reserved and shy. The fire building up inside her everyday she wouldn't let out in fear of what lay ahead. Her life was still safe and predictable she thought she was happy.
The shower was now running the water set to cool her flushed skin. The sound of the water reminded her again of the waterfall, and that now familiar dull ache pulsed in her groin and nipples. Getting the loofah, Willow slowly circled the hard sponge over her wet skin. The familiar sensation calmed her, sloughing away lasts night dream so she would be able to face this day with some sort of control over herself. Hearing Amelie enter the bathroom, Willow turned to face the wall. She had seen Amelie naked so many times and had heard her having sex with one of her many boyfriends on occasion but still she was embarrassed to show her body.
`Morning Willow!' her voice as always, bright and cheerful, `you were talking in your sleep last night, I couldn't work out what you were saying but wow were you restless!'
A blush reddened Willow's cheeks thankfully Amelie couldn't see it
`And I swear I heard you moaning in your sleep as well! Willow your sleep has been saying more than what you have ever since you went on that walk last week! You met someone I know it! Are you going to introduce him to me? Or are you going to keep him entirely to yourself?'
After only a couple of months, Amelie already knew her too well. Was she really this predictable? Anyway Amelie was becoming more insistent that Willow tell her what went on, she would have to think of something that would be enough to satisfy her curiosity to leave her alone for a couple of days.
`Amelie, you're right something did happen on my walk last week...'
`I knew it! Fess up!'
`It's not what you think'¦..I...I'¦ I found the most beautiful place to paint for my major work this semester. You should see it! Everything is so green and there are'¦'
`Art!? Again!? Honestly Willow I had thought you had finally stopped being such a prude and gotten yourself laid properly.' Willow could hear the laughter in Amelie's voice. `One day you're just going to have to let your guard down and let your body be wildly ravished by some hot hunk of a man before you end up old and grey with only your paintings for company.'
Willow couldn't help laughing at this.
`I promise I won't end up like that Amelie now if you could please get out of the bathroom so I can get out of this shower, I'll see you for lunch.'
`I'll say it again Willow. A good lay would do wonders for you.'
