The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
It is said that people dream every night while sleeping but don't always remember it when they wake up...unless, of course, that dream was particularly intense.
Most of the time, intense dreams involve falling, being chased, or some other type of distress.
Every now and then, however, a dream comes along that is so vivid, so enjoyable, so...real...that it stays with you forever.
Such was the night I dreamt about Jenny.
Jenny was a girl I knew back in high school whom I hadn't seen for years. We were friends...close friends, but that was all. I think Jenny tended to see our relationship as more like a brother and sister, and I was too shy to let Jenny know that I wanted more. I didn't want to mess up our friendship, so we stayed friends, and I tortured myself with longing.
To say that Jenny was hot is an epic understatement. She was the type of girl that caused a guy's knees to legitimately go weak. Her gorgeous blue eyes would make me melt every time she looked at me, and her long, silky, dark hair was so luxurious that I would have done anything just to get to stroke it gently for hours.
Jenny had the most kissable lips, and whenever she gave me a sweet peck on the cheek, I felt how soft and gentle they were. I always imagined how amazing kissing her would be, and I fantasized often about what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my shaft as she sucked my cock over and over.
As if that wasn't enough to drive me insane, Jenny always wore a pair of black framed glasses that upped her hotness to smoke alarm levels.
Did I mention her breasts?
Full, perky, and perfect would pretty much describe Jenny's rack. Large but not oversized, they were definitely the type of breasts most girls wanted to have, and that most guys wanted to touch.
Coming from a well off family, and with the looks of a model, one would expect Jenny to have been a little conceited or entitled, but she wasn't. She absolutely wore her heart on her sleeve and was very sensitive to the emotional needs of others. She loved deeply, which made her vulnerable, but it also made her so genuine.
Although, we still talked to each other from time to time through various social media platforms, Jenny lived ten hours away from me and it just wasn't possible to connect often. In fact, we had only gotten to see each other in person once when we met at a high school reunion several years ago.
Jenny had always been my fantasy girl, and although I didn't know it, my subconscious mind was apparently fantasizing a lot about her as well.
I had fallen asleep on the sofa in my apartment one night, and that's when all of my innermost thoughts and desires went into overdrive...
"Hey there, handsome," I recognized Jenny's melodious voice immediately. It was too beautiful to mistake for anyone else.
I looked up from the sofa and saw Jenny peaking her head around the side of the doorway frame leading to my bedroom, flashing a smile that was both adorable and sultry at the same time. Her deep blue eyes were looking through her black framed glasses and her luxurious dark hair bounced cutely on her shoulders.
"Jenny!" I sat up on the sofa. "What in the world are you doing here?"
"You need to ask yourself that question," Jenny replied, "it is your dream after all."
"I'm dreaming?" I asked, a little confused.
"Well of course, silly," Jenny answered as if it were obvious. "Your sub-conscious mind is fantasizing about me right now."
Jenny walked out from behind the door frame and stepped into the middle of the room. My mouth fell open when I saw that she seemed to be wearing only a button down top and boots. The shirt was red and black plaid with long sleeves and a collar. Her gorgeous legs were uncovered, the shirt tail barely coming down below her waist. Jenny's black leather boots came half way up her beautifully toned calves, the two-inch heels clopping on the hardwood floor as she walked.
Placing her hands on her hips, Jenny peered at me over the top of her black framed glasses like a teacher about to discipline a naughty student.
"So, handsome," Jenny's sultry voice made my cock twitch, "you want to tell me why I'm a fantasy girl in your dream right now?"
The question caught me off guard.
"I...um..."
Jenny tilted her head to one side, flashing a cute smile.
"Well?"
I cleared my throat.
"Well," I began, trying not to embarrass myself, "I was here on the sofa and...um...daydreaming about you..."
"Umm hmm," Jenny seemed to be enjoying my attempt at an explanation.
"Is it hot in here?" I said more to myself than to her.
"No," Jenny replied with confidence, "it's just me."
"You can say that again," I said running my eyes up and down over Jenny's gorgeous figure. "Hey, is that my shirt you're wearing?"
"Umm hmm," Jenny nodded, tugging cutely on the shirt tail that was barely covering her panties.
"You didn't give me a skirt," Jenny flirted, shifting her hips to one side, "or at least, your subconscious didn't. It seems that you just wanted to see me in a shirt and underwear."
I felt like I needed to apologize for my own subconscious.
"I'm...sorry?" I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say.
Jenny gave me her "I have a secret" smile.
"No you're not," she called me out, "considering how much you fantasize about me, I'm surprised you have me wearing any clothes at all."
I cleared my throat uneasily.
"So handsome," Jenny's voice had never been more sultry as she walked slowly towards where I was standing, "what were you planning on doing to me?"
I gave her a questioning look.
"Well?" Jenny's voice was softer now that her gorgeous figure was only a few inches away. "Are you going to strip me? Spank me? Fuck me?"
"Are you serious?" I asked, stunned at what she was saying.
Jenny looked at me with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen and gently stroked my arm with her hand.
"It's your fantasy, you can do anything you want to me."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Anything?"
Jenny stepped closer, leaning in to kiss me lightly over and over with her soft moist lips.
"Anything...(kiss)..." my dream girl whispered between kisses, "do whatever you want to me...(kiss)...let your imagination go wild...(kiss). Just think about...(kiss)... what you want to do to me...(kiss)...and it will happen (kiss)."
Jenny finished her sentence with a long deep sensual kiss.
I sighed in pleasure as Jenny took her time, making love to me with just her warm wet mouth while I quivered from the sensual overload.
After several minutes of really hot kissing, Jenny pulled back and ran her moist tongue slowly all around my lips in a full circle.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly, her warm wet mouth doing amazing things to me. It was so sensual and hot, it drove me absolutely insane for her.
"Well?" Jenny whispered. "Go ahead...strip me. I know you want to see me in my bra and panties."
Jenny stood confidently in front of me, hands on her hips, waiting for me to take her clothes off. I reached for the top button on her shirt.
"Not with your hands, silly," Jenny rolled her eyes, "it's a fantasy...let your subconscious do the thinking."
My dream girl stared at me through those extremely hot black framed glasses as if she were daring me with her piercing blue eyes.
All I could think about was how much I wanted to undress her. I thought about that top button on her shirt...
We both glanced down at Jenny's chest as the top button came undone...all by itself.
Jenny looked back up at me and pursed her soft lips.
"Not bad," she said in her most flirty voice.
As I concentrated on stripping Jenny, another button undid itself, revealing the cleavage of her amazing rack.