*********** Chapter 1 ***********
I laid stark naked in the center of the large bed. The room was dark and the window was open. The cool summer breeze caused my stiff dick to wave back and forth like a magic wand. The door was slightly ajar, allowing shiver of light to penetrate the darkness. I could hear her footsteps as she drew near. Each second seemed to be lasting a millennium. Finally, the door started to creak open on its rusty hinges.
The bright light silhouetted her magnificent figure, while at the same time obscuring the details. I could see the outline of her narrow waste, womanly hips, and full breasts, but I couldn't make out her face. Her hair was long and wavy, but the color was impossible to determine. She paused for a second, allowing me to savor the view. My body started to tremble with anticipation. I tried to sit up but found myself unable to move. All my extremities felt like lead—all except my cock, which continued to dance in the wind. It was burning with desire.
My attention snapped back to the doorway as she started to move. She slowly approached the bed. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek gently, and her hair tickled my face. She smelled like some exotic flower and I was immediately filled with lust. Suddenly I was able to move my arms and I used them to embrace her naked body. I pulled her into bed next to me, and we began rubbing our hot bodies together. Neither of us could control our lust. I rolled onto my back and she straddled me. With one quick move she guided my penis into her nether regions.
It felt like bliss. Explosions seemed to be going off in my mind. I couldn't move. I found myself gasping for breath. She placed her hands on my chest and started to ride my cock. I reached for her hips and closed my eyes as I prepared to thrust. Suddenly the door slammed.
My head jerked and my eyes opened. The room was full of light. My eyes darted around frantically. It was daylight. The bedroom window was open, but there was no breeze. I was fully clothed. Most importantly, I was alone. It was just an erotic dream. The third one in a week. Like all the other nights, the only part that was still there in the morning was the throbbing hard-on in my shorts.
I glanced over at the nightstand. It was a little after eleven—much too early be out of bed for a day without class. I heard keys in the front door. I realized it was the slamming car door which had brought my fantasy to a premature ending. I rolled over, hoping I could a little longer before I talked to her.
The bedroom door swung open. "Too late," I thought to myself. I cracked one eye and watched as Haley strolled in carrying a few shopping bags and a suitcase. She glanced over and caught me looking before I could feign sleep.
"You're still in bed?" she asked.
"No," I quipped, "I'm washing the windows." I bit my tongue as soon as the words left my lips. I hadn't intended to be a wiseass, it had just happened. Actually, it had been happening a lot recently, and I wasn't the only guilty party.
Haley glared at me for a second then continued with her business.
I tried to make up for my misstep. "What have you been doing this morning?" I asked.
She looked at me with shifty eyes, wondering if I was setting her up for another barb. When she realized I was sincere she answered. "I got up a few hours ago and met my mother for breakfast, then we did some shopping."
"Did you have fun?" I asked, trying to show interest.
"Yes," she answered. "Actually, we realized that we haven't been spending enough time together, so I decided I'm going to pack some things and go and stay with my parents for a week."
"Stay with them?" I asked. "They live less than an hour from here. Can't you go visit them every day for a week?"
Haley stopped what she was doing and glared at me again. "That's not the same," she said. She turned her back and began sorting through her closet, presumably selecting which outfits to pack.
I presumed our conversation was over, so I just laid in bed watching. I realized almost immediately that my cock was still throbbing slightly from my dream. Staring at Haley's shapely little ass seemed to be fanning the flames of desire. She was dressed very nicely—one of the many things her mother expected from her. Her butt was nicely displayed in her tight black slacks. Her blonde hair was pushed back with a tortoiseshell headband. Her sleeveless white sweater showed off her toned arms, and clung to the curves of her small bosom. The outfit reminded me of our first date.
She had been wearing white and black that night, as well. A tight cashmere sweater with even tighter leather pants. Those clothes had been on the floor by the end of the evening, and so had their occupant. I had fucked her on the floor of her parents basement, and it had been spectacular. She had wanted it rough, and I had been more than willing to oblige. We'd fucked until sunup, and I had snuck out of the house leaving a sweat-covered lover behind me. Before the sun set that night, I had been back for more.
Thinking back made me realize just how much Haley had changed in the last few months. The wild, sex-crazed girl had been replaced by a more demure, sophisticated young woman. She had a closet full of sexy outfits, but chose a more conservative look on most occasions. "When was the last time we had sex?" I wondered to myself. Two weeks was the answer I came up with. Two long, agonizing weeks. For a married couple that may have been acceptable, but for two nineteen year olds, it was a sign that things were deteriorating.
Thinking back to the beginning made my cock twitch. For months, sex had defined our relationship. Sex had remained integral even when we realized we were in love. Against everyone's advice we had got a place together after only six months, and at first everything had been great. The problems started after the first month. Haley's parents didn't approve, and the strain on their relationship wasn't helping ours. We started to bicker. We were sharing the same bed every night, but sex was no longer a prerequisite to sleep. And now, here I was, realizing that two weeks had passed, and knowing that if she went home my dry streak would go on even longer.
Before I met Haley, that thought alone would have been enough to drive me into a frenzy. Now, despite the fire in my pants, I was surprised to realize that another weak of forced celibacy wasn't my biggest fear. I realized that for the first time in my life I was scared that a relationship might be ending. I was scared of what might happen if I allowed her to leave without making amends.
I removed the covers and sat up in bed. My erection was still causing a tent in my pant, but it had subsided enough to not be overly noticeable. Haley was still shuffling through the closet, trying to choose a couple of skirts to pack. I walked over and stood behind her. My diminutive girlfriend wheeled around and glared up at me. Her brown eyes were still filled with fire from my earlier comment.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to sound rude. It's just that I'll miss you. We've never been apart for an entire week. Who will I have to brighten my days?"
Her eyes softened a little bit. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. When I stood up again she was smiling and her eyes were twinkling.
"Are you sure you have to go?" I asked.
