A Fantasy Made Reality

A fantasy made reality

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It had been a while since she came over to my house. You know one of those families who are friends with your family but you never really paid attention to the origins of the friendship? It was like that with her family. As far as I'm concerned, another family friend. They didn't visit often these days, but they used to be close with my family when I was younger.

But this girl was the object of my attraction and fantasies since the last few years. She would always come well dressed, as if she was going somewhere nice. She was in good shape and looked good. But not that good that I should go crazy over it. But it was her butt that did it.

For some reason I had developed an intense admiration for it recently and I just wanted in somehow. She had a butt that was slightly bigger than the rest of her body but she would make up for it by squeezing into these tight jeans that gave it the perfect ideal shape. Maybe that's what did it.

Either way she was here again. I was in the middle of some discussion with the whole table. Laughs fake and real echoed in the room amidst the conversation, and I participated - as one has to if you still stay with your parents - although my mind was elsewhere.

She too was offering up trivia for everyone and I wondered if like me, she was also just playing along to be social. I was also thinking about how jealous I was of the chair that was sitting on. The fantasy was magnified by the fact that her butt was actually in the same room as my face. I gulped and brought my attention back to the conversation going on at the table, or pretended to, at least.

She wanted something sweeter to drink and went to the kitchen to get some, walking near my chair on the way. Her butt passed as close to my face as it would be if she was...

I wanted to live in that moment for a bit longer, see if I could maybe feel the heat coming off from her behind, the elusive womanly smell that wafted away from it. Of course, I was aware that most, if not all of this was just in my head.

But the moment passed, and I was jerked back into the social web of lame jokes and uninteresting factoids. I found myself getting aroused every time she would smile or laugh. I don't know why that was the case, but she did look really cute when smiling. Or maybe because I could picture her laughing while I was struggling for breath under her beautiful butt. Alternating the mundane conversation with my intense fantasy was a tiring experience. I couldn't take this torture anymore.

I excused myself by saying I have to respond to some work messages, and went up to my room. Locked myself in as I normally do and switched on my Playstation to escape from this world for a while. It worked for a bit. I managed to forget all about my intense shameful desires and got lost in the Wild West.

But suddenly there was a knock on the door. I sighed and went to open it. It was probably her mom or dad who wanted to come in and have a look around my room.

But to my surprise it was her. She had a smile on her face and her head tilted. "Can I come in?" she asked. Now, logically speaking, the chances of her sitting on my face were better if I did let her in, so I did. Plus she did look really cute that evening.

She and I used to play together when we were young. Although we never really kept in touch as we grew past puberty, it's hard to let go of that kind of familiarity. I found myself smiling when I realized that I was speaking to the girl I knew several years ago, and not the image that I had built up in my head thanks to how she managed to grow into a sexy woman. It gave me a footing to stand on equal terms with her, rather than mentally groveling at her womanly presence.

She walked around the room, touching stuff, awing and wowing at the good stuff. I made enough money at work to maintain quite a few hobbies, and had some collectables as well. She noticed that I had been gaming and felt like she was interrupting.

"So are you gonna get back to that or..?" she asked and once again my logic said that I shouldn't get back to gaming if I wanted to maximize the chances of her sitting on my face. "Nope I'm done. I was kinda getting bored anyways.."

"Can I play a little then?" she asked and I didn't know which answer would help me most in that case, but I let her do it anyway. She sat down on my square bean bag chair and started playing. She quickly became engrossed and zoned out. I was free to check her out.

She was sitting in the perfect position for it too. Her jean clad butt sinking well enough into the bean bag, her knees slightly more bent than at a 90 degree angle, ensuring that all her weight was crushing that poor beanbag cube. She was sitting straight up to pay more attention. This was really the perfect position. If only there was a way to sandwich my face into that whole combination. That would be so perfect.

She surprised me by talking. I thought she was lost in the game and had bought that I was pretending to watch her play. "I've noticed the constipated look you have whenever you look at me these days. Did you know that?"

"Dunno know what you mean. Are you afraid I was checking you out?" I laughed, my brain overcompensating to appear innocent.

"Mm no... maybe. But I've felt like you're constantly checking out my butt. Am I crazy here?" she asked, once again not looking up from the game.

I was like a deer caught in headlights. On one hand, I was caught! It was embarrassing and I needed to find a way to come out looking super cool at the end of this. But on the other hand, this was probably as close as I would ever get to her sitting on my face - a conversation regarding why I was paying so much attention to her butt. That would be the peak of my fantasies manifesting in real life.

But it didn't have to be, right? Maybe I could tell her the truth. My head was swimming with all the possible lies I could make and I was going mad trying to find that one lie that made everything okay. But there was only one truth.

"Well I always thought that you wear pants that are too tight for your fat ass", I chuckled.

"Hey! What do you mean by that?", she asked with a scowl and leaned to a side to check out her own ass. "My ass isn't fat! What are you talking about?", she said, blushing visibly.

"Alright alright I'm kidding! What else am I supposed to say to a question like that haha", I laughed, confident that I'd side-stepped the conversation.

"Hmmmm ok...", she said, still annoyed, and continued, "...but you still check it out a lot."

"How can I not? It's big enough to always be in my field of vision, even if I look the other way", I chuckled weakly, hoping that she would let it go.

She laughed a bit at that and shook her head and went back to pick up the game controller.

I wish I had just taken my quick win, but I couldn't help myself from blurting out, "Don't sit on anyone by accident, you might flatten them!"

"OK... Now we're talking about it.", she said and put down the controller. My heart skipped a beat and my hands went cold. She turned around, turning the beanbag along with her thanks to her butt friction.

"What's your problem? Do you miss giving me piggyback rides? Is that it?" she asked, her face twisting into a cute inquisitive expression.

"Hoho I think you're a bit too old and a bit too fat to be getting piggyback rides from anyone!", I chortled. In reality, she had just reminded me about how we used to play when we were younger. That really didn't help me keep my composure, so another joke was the only way to go.

"Ugh. You're making me uncomfortable. Maybe I should leave", she said and made as if to get up.

"Hey hey hold on, I was just messing with you. For old time's sake, you know", I grabbed her shoulder and patted it with a guilty expression on my face. If only she knew what my mind was thinking then - she would've definitely left.

She sat back down on the bean bag chair roughly, making a loud 'phwop' sound. I couldn't help but get erect when I saw and heard that. I was thankful that I was wearing jeans that made it hard to tell.

"Just.. stop staring at my ass, ok? It makes me really uncomfortable. Yes I know I have a 'fat ass' as you put it. But what can I do?", she said, being defensive.

I felt like a right old fool for making her feel bad about her single greatest feature. I really wanted to make it up to her. But I knew I went a little too far when I blurted out, "You don't have a fat ass. I'm sorry. It's great. You can sit on my face anytime."

"What! Ugh great, now you want to fuck me? What's going on with you?", she said, clearly angry with me (and throwing down my game controller a bit too hard for my liking).

"No no, I didn't mean like just another phrase for giving you oral or having sex, I mean just sit. Casually. Like you're doing right now", I said, almost in one breath. I don't know why on earth I kept talking, I could have still saved myself with another out of fashion joke but I had said it all now, and it couldn't get worse. "Umm I DID mean what I said. I'm sorry I said it, but it's true", I told her, mentally slapping myself and congratulating myself for making it worse.

"What the shit. Man?" she looked at me square in the eyes with a helpless expression on her face. If I thought I was a deer caught in headlights earlier, ho ho. Maybe she was just poking fun at me earlier and I could have easily brushed it aside. But now the cat was out of the bag.

She sat there in disbelief with her mouth open for a couple of seconds (I couldn't help but notice that she looked really cute this way) and shook her head. "So wait, you want me to... crush your face with my ass? Wouldn't that hurt like, I dunno, a LOT?! Especially after you said all that SHIT about my butt! And that turns you on? And-oh my god- are you turned on right now because I'm ugh.... Sitting?"

Thankfully my brain was in overdrive so I answered fast, "Yes yes and.. sigh.. yes". It was a stupid answer so I added a meek 'sorry' at the end. She shook her head gently and closed her eyes. By know I had developed weird twitches in my behavior. I don't think I had ever been that stressed out.

"You know, I came up to talk to you because I wanted to reconnect. I miss being friends with you. You used to be so funny when we were younger. What happened to you man?", she asked, disappointed.

I couldn't say anything. In all my objectifying of her, I had forgotten that she was a real person, with real feelings. I felt like a jackass for confessing my true feelings. 'This is why you can't tell anyone you fucker', I mentally reminded myself.

"I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm just at that age you know... Can we... maybe start over?", I asked timidly.

"Start over. Start OVER? Are you serious right now? There's no coming back from this. Ugh. Enjoy your life loser. Move out of your parents' house. And to think I thought you were cute.", she huffed and crossed her arms. She loudly turned herself around to pick up the controller again and started playing.

I could tell that she was pissed off because she was playing the game shitty. I mean, she always sucked at video games, but this was more than usual. But I couldn't help but notice that she didn't leave immediately instead. Somewhere deep inside, I also registered that she had called me cute.

I watched her gameplay in silence, making sure not to check out her ass in case she saw it in the reflection on the monitor. I realized that she had caught me staring the same way earlier.

I didn't know what to do. "I uh... will get us some juice", I said awkwardly and started to stumble towards the door. But I didn't get far.

"You know what, fine. I don't like having that much power over someone. Its sounds silly to me and it is. But maybe if I do it, you'll come to terms with reality and stop wanting it. And if it gets you to stop flinching like an addict, fine. But I'm gonna wear these jeans. You wanted 'casual' right." She finished and nodded, determined.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Maybe I was dreaming. I had indeed had dreams about this. But I didn't wanna know. I didn't question it - in case I woke up from one of my dreams - and thanked her like an idiot, unable to contain my happy smile.

She shook her head muttering 'idiot'. "Look how happy you look. Ugh", she said, and it looked like she was trying to hide a chuckle. That really put me at ease.

She got up from the bean bag cube and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. It took me a moment to understand.

I quickly rushed and crouched in front of her and quickly laid my head back where she was sitting. I was surprised at how quickly I could assume this position. I'd never done it before, but I'd seen it several time.

I had to pass my head between her legs to get to her seat and I caught a nice panoramic view of everything I wanted in life at that moment.

If I thought her butt looked great in those jeans while I was standing upright, it was a whole different thing to experience it from a view point where what you wanted to do with it could realistically happen. Like a parallax effect, her butt did actually cover a big part of my vision from this position, her towering legs silhouetting thicc shadows on my face. Her face was a cute tiny object way above.

The back of my head felt warm. I felt goosebumps on my arms as I realized the heat was from her butt being there for so long. I noticed that my breathing had become shallow with excitement. She peered down at me one last time from above and chuckled. It was a perfect picture.

"Idiot.", she declared quietly. I thought I caught her smiling but it was hard to tell from the angle I was viewing her from.

Anticipation welled up in me as she started lowering herself. She had never done this before, and neither had I. She paused when she made contact with my face.

I could see her dilemma. My nose was standing out from the rest of the face, and was the first thing to come in contact with her butt. There was no wiggle room here since she was already squeezed into a smaller pair of pants than she should have. The rigid sexy shape of her butt was to going to stay exactly that way when she sat down. My face would have to do the compromises.

She lowered her butt ever so little more and saw that she was just pressing into my nose, barely touching any other part of my face. She clucked with impatience and lifted up to try again. But on the third attempt, I heard her quietly mutter 'fuck it' from above me and sank down completely in one fell swoop.

Well I shouldn't have asked for it if I didn't want it right? I told myself this as the sudden unforgiving pain and weight pushed my face and head down deep into the bean bag cube. The weight increased a little bit more as she put her legs in more comfortable positions. This hurt a lot.

This hurt a lot more than I thought it could. It was that damaging kind of pain. I was sure something was going to get damaged at the end of this. I always thought it would be a minutes game, but it turned out it was a seconds game.

Every second she sat there, I had to use will power to not buck her off. The center of her jeans was pressing down right on to my nose. The thin fold in the middle of her jeans was probing harder into my already squashed nose. People couldn't be doing this for twenty minutes in porn. I mean its impossible!

But I asked- no I begged- her to do this. And I have wanted this for an insanely long time. I was not gonna bitch out. She unpaused the game and got right back into it. Within a few seconds she was zoned out, completely ignoring me. There was a certain allure to that as well.

Who am I kidding, its one of the greatest pleasures of it. To be subjected to so much pain while she ignores your plight and does something casual-like. But even though the idea was great to masturbate to, the real thing was a real bitch.

I felt like she was ignoring me on purpose, choosing not to deal with this whole thing altogether. I could understand - I mean what was she supposed to do, spout taunts at me like in porn? 'Yeah just take it! Stay still!', I found myself chuckling as I remembered the typical lines. Of course she has to distract herself - it's not like she can talk to me. Maybe at the end, she would get up and walk off like it never happened. Would I like that? I mean, probably.

I tried to hear the game audio to try and distract myself from the pain. Maybe there was a numbing point after which you could tolerate as much facesitting as you wanted. I listened with quite some effort, as her weight had sunk my head deep enough into the bean bag cube to cover my ears. Plus there was this loud humming noise in my head from all the weight and pain.

I could make out that she was repeatedly failing at a level. She clicked with impatience and suddenly leaned forward, sitting with more attention. She put her feet down more firmly to give it her best. Unfortunately this also completely cut off my air supply.

I could breathe through my mouth earlier because of how insanely rigid her butt remained, but now there was just no way I could do it with her butt perfectly sealing my lips. I panicked immediately but I knew I couldn't afford to struggle. The 'session' was over the moment I did! If I wanted her to keep sitting I really shouldn't give her any reason to get up.

This thought rang through my head with increasingly maddening volume as I ran almost completely out of air. This was bad. I would need to breathe a lot of air to get over this panic. She would have to get up, or I might have to push her off! That would mean that it was over. I could feel my mind getting darker, leaving only the most important thoughts - like how I wanted her to keep sitting!

Somewhere above me, she had failed the current level for the umpteenth time and gave up with a sigh. She didn't know anything about my internal struggles. She nonchalantly lifted herself off and rested herself just behind my head. I breathed in copious amounts of air and felt my body instantly calm down with relief.

She was shocked to see me gasping for air - she had clearly not expected that.

But she started laughing when she saw my face. I didn't know what she saw but I assume I looked fucked up. She took a pic of it with her phone and started laughing when she saw it on her phone again.

"Were you seriously holding your breath all this time? Why didn't you let me know you could breathe?", she asked when she had calmed down, still chuckling from looking at my flattened face on her phone.

"You seemed engrossed in the game", I said lamely. But she did find that funny thankfully, as she laughed out loud. "There's the funny boy!", she chortled. I guessed that she was also filled with adrenaline like I was.

"Don't do that next time", she said with a lingering smile as she tapped my forehead gently a few times. She let me breathe for a couple of seconds more before asking me, "Anyway. Can you beat this level for me? I can't seem to." It was quite the damsel-in-distress and knight-in-shining-armor situation. I grabbed the controller with vigor. Now this I could do.

I got super serious because I really really wanted to impress her. Plus her legs were still draped over my shoulders from where she was sitting, tickling my skin through our clothes wherever it made contact. It was a challenge to focus on the game to be honest. And within a few minutes the level was beat. I chuckled inside but kept playing.

"Alright alright I just wanted help with that one thank you" she declared and roughly took the controller from me. And then as nonchalantly as she had gotten up, she lifted her butt over my face, and sat back down again, pushing my face back down on to the depths of the beanbag cube.