You didn't know I was looking at you today, but I was. From the moment you walked through the door, there were butterflies in my stomach. And then you smiled at me and I had to use every ounce of energy I had in me just to turn away, afraid that you'd see how you affect me. Then Mr. Jones sat down and everyone's head was down, over their tests. But not mine.
I was gazing at you, loving the way you lean back in your chair without a care in the world. And then you turned around and we made eye contact for what felt like centuries, although it was only a few seconds. I blushed and you winked at me. Had I been standing, I'd have collapsed on the spot.
By the time I reached my dorm room, I was near fainting with the heat and tension that had spread throughout my body. My roommate is gone for the weekend, and I have the room to myself. I closed the blinds and peeled off my jeans. I caught my own reflection out of the corner of my eye and stop to admire my figure. I had been practically living in the gym since the end of last semester when I first saw you. I'm in my favorite bra and the thong that matches under a tshirt. Slowly, I climbed into bed and settled in under the sheets. I unfastened my bra and pulled it out through my sleeve.
Feeling particularly mischievous, I slowly moved my hand up under my shirt and began teasing my nipples the way I imagined you might. They hardened as I moved across them, only exciting me more. I closed my eyes and arched my back, licking my lips, pretending we were kissing. In my mind you tasted so good, and your lips were so soft and delicious. Slowly, I moved my right hand down my side, gently, the way you would. I slid my panties off and opened my legs as wide as I could. I ran my fingers up and down the inside of my thighs, pushing myself to the limit before finally sliding one finger inside of me, slowly. But that's not good enough. You have bigger hands than I, and one of my fingers just doesn't feel right. Two fingers. I continued to move my fingers in and out and in and out, imagining that it was really your hand against my body, and your fingers inside of me, driving me wild with pleasure. I imagined how you'd throw me down and undress me quickly and carelessly, tossing my clothes on the floor. I'd lay back and give in as you kiss my neck, sending tingles up and down my spine. We'd kiss passionately and hungrily, wanting to just melt into one another. You'd hold my wrists above my head with one hand and with the other you'd caress me and tickle me, as I giggle and squirm away.
You'd say, "I knew you were ticklish!" and I'd wrap my legs around your waist as your lips met mine again. Slowly, you'd kiss your way down my neck to my chest, where you'd kiss me gently, and tease my nipples with your tongue, just to hear me moan with pleasure. You'd take your time, exploring me to see where I'm sensitive and what makes me moan.
By this time in my fantasy, I was already about to fall off the edge, when a knock on my door interrupted me. I laid there in silence, pretending not to be in my room, until I heard you call my name through the door. Still dazed, I jumped up and pulled on my pajama pants and answered the door.
