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My Dreams Bug Me Pt 01

My Dreams Bug Me Pt 01

by richbigpenis
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Everything had gone normally. Family, school, life, and then I got my first boyfriend. We were both still in high school. My mom always tried to get me to date the boys from our church. But growing up with them, I felt they were more like brothers. As I got older, I noticed they were treating me like brothers though. Acting nicer to me, lingering looks, and many more invitations to hang out, group get togethers, and such.

My name is Amy. I have red hair, small C cup tits, and a nice booty. My mom and dad are very religious and very conservative. I bought my first pair of skintight jeans and skintight exercise clothes with my own money, and I hid them under my bed. My parents want me to wear baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants.

Then there was the school and church clothes. I looked like an old librarian. Loose and frilly tops, baggy slacks and long wool skirts to my ankles. Some of girls at school never stopped laughing at me and teasing me.

On a normal day of school, a new kid arrived. Glasses, collared shirt, and handing me down jeans. Even his backpack was hand me. A girl like me who only ever had hand me down stuff could spot it easily.

His name was Trevor. Not a very common name. There were more than 20 variations of Aiden alone. And some of the spellings made me wonder if their parents weren't on drugs when the kid was born.

Trevor was shy but smiled and was polite when we had a few short conversations. On the ride home, I saw Trevor sitting in the back of the bus. He must have lived pretty close to me to be on my bus. I sat in front of the bus with the other good girls from my church. I was also one of the first ones to get off. The bus stopped in front of my house, my mom was there waiting for me, even though I was high school age.

As the bus pulled away, I saw Trevor looking out the window, smiling at me and my mom. I felt like waving. But I was shy.

It took months before we were sitting together and eating lunch. Summer was nearly here, and we would have 2 and a half months off before the next school year.

"Can we exchange phone numbers or email so we can chat this summer?" I asked.

"Sure." Trevor smiled as he pulled out his brand-new iPhone. Mine was a few years older and I was surprised he had a new one.

"Oh. My older brother started working at a cell phone store. He got me an upgrade." Trevor smiled.

"Yeah. Mine's a bit older. I can't send pictures or videos. It just times out." I laughed nervously.

"Here. I can show you how to send texts to an email instead. It should be faster and work fine." Trevor stated as he took my phone and tapped away at the screen.

A few more weeks went by, and it was summer break.

My mom and I would go for walks. When she gets tired and doesn't go with me, I strip off the bulky sweatshirt and pants and run in my skintight exercise shorts and top. It made me feel sexy and I was much happier in these clothes. I had wanted to run around the neighborhoods for so long. The roads twisted and turned. Hundreds of houses, tons of neighborhoods I had not been to, and for miles and miles I ran.

When I got near home. I found my clothes and dressed in the bulky outfit.

"Was that you out running today?" Trevor texted.

"Depends. What was I wearing?" I asked.

"Orange top and mint green shorts." Trevor replied.

"Yeah. That was me. I have been wanting to run more. You should have said hi and come outside." I replied.

"Nah., I don't want to slow you down. You looked good. You looked like you were in your rhythm." Trevor replied.

I looked good. He said that. My heart fluttered, my face sweat, I was a bit nervous to wear that outfit again. I had both hoped and feared I might run into him while I ran.

"Next time. Come outside. Please." I replied.

I made sure I ran and ran. Every day, sometimes in the morning and at night. But every time. I didn't see Trevor.

"Looking good." Trevor would text.

"Are you scared of me?" I would tease.

"No. Just not needing to interrupt you." Trevor replied.

"Is there anything I can do or say to convince you, that I want you to stop me and say hello." I asked.

"That is a tough one. I will let you know. But in the meantime. Keep it up. You look great." Trevor replied.

So, I tried something new. Instead of running miles and miles through the area. I started doing laps of certain neighborhoods. If he saw me and replied. Then I could narrow down where he lived.

It took a few days and Trevor text. "You did a few laps today. In my neighborhood. I'm not even near you."

"Yeah. I've been wanting to do more miles. My parents won't let me go down to the lake or the river to run. They are afraid I might get stolen." I replied.

"Well, that outfit will turn some heads. I know my neck hurts." Trevor stated.

So, he was watching me. Waiting for me?

"I have a spare bicycle. Maybe one day we can ride to the lake or the river." Trevor advised.

"I would like that. But you would have to step outside and say hello first." I laughed and texted.

It was the next day that I finally saw Trevor. I constantly ran at the same time every morning. 9 am. My mom left for the store, to run errands, and such. So, I had 2 hours. Dad was working.

I saw Trevor standing on the sidewalk. A bicycle on each side. "Care for a ride?" Trevor asked.

I looked around and we were standing between a few houses. "Which one is yours?" I asked.

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"I'm a few blocks away. Are you stalking me?" Trevor smiled.

He was wearing some cargo shorts, a grey t-shirt, and running shoes. I felt a bit embarrassed as I saw him adjust his glasses. He had lowered his head a bit and I think he had been looking at me boobs. In the small, tight, and thin sports bra. I felt exposed. But I also knew he had been looking at me. I felt my nipples tingle and harden.

"Sure. Let's go." I advised. Try not to think or hesitate.

We got on bikes and rode the 4 miles or so to the river. Jordan River. A long, slow-moving river from my city, through the farmlands to the next city. Fishing, boating, and even a few places for power boats. It was a popular river with areas for parking. But the part I was interested in. It was the miles long running trail that followed the river. It was as wide as a two-lane road.

There were bathrooms, benches, tables to rest and eat at. And it was a very safe place.

We got to the nearest boat launch or park area. We set down the bikes and began walking. Being with Trevor was exciting. We were alone and talking. I was torn between wanting to run and walking with him.

After a few minutes Trevor walked to the edge of the concrete path, bent down, and walked back holding a 4-inch tall green Praying Mantis. I nearly fainted.

I have hated and been deathly afraid of bugs, bees, or any type of worm or insect my whole life. As I was panting, shaking, and sweating. Trevor was focused on the Praying Mantis. He was talking about them in great detail. How to tell the sexes apart, their different types, colors, and so on.

But after a few minutes. I was hyperventilating and scared.

Trevor finally noticed, asked if it was the bug. I nodded and he walked it back to the grass. When he returned, he apologized, I was covered in sweat, my legs were weak, and he walked me to a table.

"Bugs. Worms. Anything like that. I am deathly afraid of it. I'm sorry." I tried to explain in between taking gasping breaths.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea. I really like bugs, insects, and worms. They are fascinating to me. You should not see my room. You would not like it at all." Trevor whispered as he was embarrassed.

"It's okay. Thank you for telling me. I will not be visiting your room any time soon." I tried to smile as I felt like I was still near death.

"You do know the Praying Mantis cannot hurt you in anyway? It doesn't bite, it's not poisonous, and it doesn't have a stinger." Trevor tried to console me.

"I'm not saying it makes sense. I have always hated bugs, worms, and everything like that. I don't know why. It's a fear that has no sense about it." I tried to explain as I felt better and stood up to walk.

My legs were still wobbly, and I nearly fell on the ground. Trevor caught me with a concerned look on his face, his arms under my arms and around my waist. "Careful. Wait a bit longer. Don't hurry." Trevor smiled as best as he could.

I smiled back. A bit happy his arms were wrapped around me and a bit happy he seemed to care.

A group of girls from high school jogged by and stopped. "Amy? Is that you? I cannot believe it. You dress like that? In school you looked like a homeless librarian. Nice abs and legs." The girls giggled and teased.

"I've been trying. My parents are very strict." I shot back angrily.

"No. No. We are not teasing you. You look good. Glad to see you sprouted or whatever. Show it off babe!" The tall blonde named Amelia smiled as the other girls smiled as well.

They jogged off and I was even more confused than I had been with Trevor.

"They seemed nice. You kind of bit their heads off." Trevor stated.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I do dress very bulky. It's my parents. I have been arguing with them about it. Then the bug. I'm still recovering." I advised and looked down. A bit ashamed.

"Well dress however you like. If you feel comfortable in bulky stuff. Wear it. If you like this. Then wear it. If you are not comfortable with who you are. Then you will always be miserable." Trevor smiled and took my hand.

I smiled back as he helped me stand up. I had hoped the hand holding would be longer than just 2 seconds. But once on my feet. Trevor removed his hand from mine.

"We should head back." Trevor advised and I agreed.

We rode back to a different park of Trevor's neighborhood. He took the bikes, and I jogged off. "Why doesn't he want me to know where he lives?" I thought. Should I ask him next time?

I found my clothes near my house, got dressed, and relaxed inside the house. Mom returned with groceries and other items. I helped put them away as she told me she ran into Ms. Martin. "They need help at their store. I needed to buy a few pieces of clothes. Did you want a part time summer job?" My mom asked.

Ms. Martin and her husband were the nicest but also the wealthiest people we knew. They didn't have kids, and my parents had been taking vacations with them as far back as I can remember. They are like aunts and uncles to me. "Sure. I can do it in the afternoons. Any idea what I would be doing?" I asked my mom.

"Let's put this stuff away and go back. We can ask." My mom advised me.

I ran upstairs to change my clothes without my mom seeing.

Blouse, long skirt, bulky shoes. Check.

"We need people to stock, pack, unpack, register, and most everything." Ms. Martin smiled as she walked us around the store. I saw many other employees my age and from my class.

The boys were wearing shorts, running shoes, and polo shirts. The girls wore short tennis skirts, polo shirts, and sandals. Their uniforms were navy blue tops and tan bottoms.

"You can start anytime. What hours would you like?" Ms. Martin asked.

"Uh. How about noon to midnight? I like to run in the mornings while mom is out doing errands and visiting her friends." I explained as I tried not to look at my mom. Though I knew she likely already new.

"That's perfect for us. Come with Jenny to the back. She will get you some uniform's." Ms. Martin stated and nodded to a girl my age.

"Jenny." Jenny stated as she held out her hand.

"Amy. Nice to meet you." I replied.

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"Conservative church parents?" Jenny asked after we had gone into the back room.

"Yeah. You too?" I asked.

"Yep. And your mom will flip when she sees you in your uniform. Mine did." Jenny laughed.

I changed into a short tennis skirt, polo, and sandals. The skirt was longer than the shorts I used when I jogged. So, I wasn't worried. I was also happy I had shaved my legs that morning.

"Woah. Nope. Too short." My mom advised me as soon as I walked out.

"They aren't skirts." Jenny stated as she lifted the front of hers.

Jenny showed underneath the skirt; it had shorts built in. Nothing to show off.

"Oh my. But it's so tight. So much leg and skin are shown off." My mom objected to Ms. Martin. Ms. Martin laughed.

"It's fine. They wear it all day. It's the uniform. Don't worry about it." Ms. Martin laughed as Jenny gave me 5 pair of everything.

"We will start the training tomorrow. 2-10 pm." Ms. Martin advised as Jenny revealed she would be my trainer.

The whole car ride home my mom was wishing she hadn't got me the job, brought up the situation, or she had just kept her mouth shut. I was getting paid $15 an hour. I had no intention of getting a job this summer and it happened so fast after school.

At home, dad was not happy either. "I can save for college, a car, or pay for stuff. It would help you all a lot!" I tried to argue but not scream or cry.

"I even did the math. This is what I will get paid every week. It won't get in the way of school, church, or studying. When I go to college, I could have this much saved up, I could pay a few bills. Even take you guys out to dinner!" I argued.

My mom and dad glared at me and each other. "We will try it for the summer. Then next year too. But if your grades slip, you are too tired, or it doesn't work. Then you quit." My dad explained and I agreed.

I was very happy. Like Trevor holding me by the hand happy.

Dinner was great, I smiled all night until bed and laid in bed excited.

Had I fallen asleep?

I had numerous text messages from Trevor. "I liked your outfit today. Send me a few pictures."

I begrudgingly did. My workout clothes. "Do you have swimsuits?" Trevor asked after he loved all the workout clothes pictures, I sent him.

"Of course." I replied. Then I sent him hundreds of pictures in my swimsuits. Most had more coverage then exercise clothes.

"What is your favorite bra and panty set?" Trevor asked.

Why did I try them on and send them pictures? But I had.

"Very cute. But those are very full coverage. Pull the back tight." Trevor asked.

I complied. But why did I comply? I pulled the back together, making a type of thong. My butt was on display as I took more pictures.

"Very nice. Can I ask for one last picture?" Trevor asked. And I was excited to hear what he wanted.

"Sit down. On your butt. At your mirror. No panties. Legs up, legs spread. I want to see your whole pussy." Trevor text.

I didn't hesitate. I sat down and did as he asked. My smiling face in each picture. I sent 50 or more.

"Very nice. I like these a lot. See you soon." Trevor smiled.

I put all my clothes away that I had tried on and had littered my room. I lay back in bed. I stared at the ceiling until I heard my door creak open.

It was Trevor. He was smiling. He was holding a clear plastic cage. I froze in fear as he walked closer.

"This is the largest of the Praying Mantis family." Trevor whispered as he pulled the giant green bug from the container.

I couldn't talk. I couldn't move. Trevor had the giant 12-inch-tall bug sitting in his hand. He walked close to me, sat on the edge of the bed. And set the bug on the blanket covering my chest.

"Do not move. If you move. It will strike." Trevor whispered.

His hand slowly crept under the covers, I felt it cross my stomach, down lower, and then to my pussy. He slid his hand under my shorts and was fingering my clit. I was so scared of the Praying Mantis I could barely breath. I felt like I would die.

Then the pleasure of Trevor's warm hand on my clit and pussy. I moaned and Trevor whispered, "Careful." The Praying Mantis licked it's long arms. The spikes glistened with their saliva.

"I like the pictures you sent me. The pussy ones were my favorite. But from now on. Every day. You will send 10 sexy pictures. But no nudity. Tease me with the pictures." Trevor whispered as I did my best to nod.

Trevor pulled his hand from my soaking pussy and picked up the Praying Mantis. He put the giant bug back into the plastic cage. "What did I ask you to do?" Trevor whispered.

"Sexy pictures. 10 a day. I will do it." I whispered as my voice shook.

"Good girl. And one other thing. We will never speak of this again. No texts, not in person, or I will never talk to you again. And I would hate that." Trevor smiled and whispered before he crept out of my room, closing the door as he left.

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