Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c)2001 by Couture
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"....last night I had a dream that I had a penis. I think I had it because I've been reading Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice, in which Lestat takes over a mortal's body."
Betty continued telling me all about her dream last night, instead of doing her homework. She did look lovely though twirling her blonde hair around her finger and playing with the hem of her skirt. "Then he had to figure out how to use his penis again since he hadn't been mortal in centuries."
I think it got stuck in my head somehow because my dream was kinda like that except, of course, I've *never* had a penis! That made it even weirder."
God she was gorgeous when she did that. I tried not to look at those baby blue eyes peeking at me through her bangs, that way lies a broken heart, because pretty girls like that don't go out with geeks like me.
And this was exactly why I tried not to get involved in tutoring girls. Without fail, they always ended up taking advantage of me. They always treated me as if I was their sister, while I do their home- work *for* them. Why don't I have the nerve to tell them, I'll tutor you if you go out with me. I'm sure that is what the asshole she is probably dating would say, but not me I'm a *nice* guy.
Well the dream was a good diversion, usually most girls want to tell me about how their asshole boyfriends treat them like crap, but they love him anyway. That's was my problem, I'm too *nice*.
But, Betty was so pretty and she had pouted her moist lips when I tried to say no. How utterly adorable she looked, batting her forlorn blue eyes as she stuck out her lower lip and asked *puh-leze*. In the end, I never really stood a chance.
So here I sat, doing Betty's homework, while she told me about her kinky dream of having a penis.
Hell, to make matters worse, I couldn't concentrate on doing her algebra homework without images of her standing naked, with a penis jutting out from her crotch filling my mind. I gave up on the homework temporarily, placing her book on top of my crotch to hide the tent that had formed in my crotch. I looked around at her bedroom at all the silly dolls and animals, as she tells me more about her dream. What kind of girl has so many dolls at nineteen, I wonder.
"Then, in the dream I was really confused about why I had the stupid thing." God! I looked down, and noticed that she was caressing her thighs. Could this dream be turning her on?
"I was also really sad because I didn't understand how it worked and I felt really embarrassed. I kept crying about my lost vagina. At the end of the dream I heard a voice tell me, "Hang in there Betty, you'll figure out how it works soon enough!"
What a weird dream... huh Steve?" asked Betty, as she casually reached forward and squeezing my leg.
The feel of her hand touching me was wonderful. Could it be that she likes me or is she one of those touchie- feelie people? I wonder.
"Yes, that's a pretty ..." I cleared my troat . . . strange dream all right," I answered, trying not to let my emotions into my voice.
"You're so smart Steve, maybe you can analyze my dream for me. What do you think it means?" Betty flirtatiously asked batting her eyes at me. Is it my imagination or has her hand moved further up my thigh.
"Well," I said, trying to answer as knowledgeably as I could, "Maybe you feel weak and not in control of your life, so your subconscious mind projected you with a penis making you stronger." My own confidence in what I was saying propelled me on, and I found myself trying to sound as intelligent as I possibly could to impress her. After all, she had asked me to interpret the dream for her. "However," I continued, "Your conscious mind could not handle it. As a result, in your dream you couldn't figure out what to do with it."
Betty jumped up and her cheeks turned red. I looked down to escape the anger pouring out of her piercing blue eyes, which sent a chill down my spine.
"I thought you were a smart boy ... a nice boy, but you are just a chauvinist idiot like all the rest," she spat.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it." I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she paced around my chair. You are even beautiful when you are angry, I thought as her hips swished from side to side. Uh oh, she caught me staring at her delectable bottom. I guess this is the end of our tutoring sessions.
However, Betty smiled instead of becoming angry, as she walked behind my chair and crossed her arms around my chest. Then I felt her hot breath in my ear as she whispered, "Perhaps we should explore your interpretation of my dream a little further....hmmm Stevie?" She removed her hands from my chest and I heard the rustle of fabric, but as I turned to look, Betty stopped me cold. "Now ... now ... no peeking Stevie! Close your eyes and I'm going to give you a *big* surprise."
I heard the sound of her movements, then the squeeking of her bed springs of the small single bed in her dorm.
"Keep those eyes closed, I mean it!" she warned
"Now you have to promise me you won't tell anybody what you see, before you open up your eyes, okay?"
What is she doing? If she wants to have sex, I didn't bring a condom and I don't know what to do. I was scared of all these things, but the one thing I did know was that I wanted this to continue. "I promise Betty."
"Okay, you may open your eyes now, Stevie."
I opened my eyes quickly looking at Betty, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. I couldn't hide my disappointment. What was the big secret all about? She looked just as she did before, except she had a big shit-eaten grin on her face and she was looking in my lap.
I glanced down. Oh God! On top of the book in my lap, was a pair of silken pink panties. Could it be? I looked back up at Betty, as the blood drained from my face. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her lips, as she stared straight through me, spreading her legs.
I looked up her miniskirt, between her lean thighs, at the blonde triangle of hair, sitting on top of the pink lips of her sex. I'm pretty sure I should be saying something right now. I'm sure some other guy could think of something sexy to say, but I can't do anything, except sit there with my mouth hung open, staring between her parted thighs.