Emilia has an erotic dream.
I had a dream last night. I very rarely remember my dreams, but this one was so... well, not vivid exactly. It was cloudy around the edges, but so real that when I woke up, I thought it had truly happened.
I think Carole was in it. I can't be sure because I didn't see her face, but the woman was built like her. She felt like her. I didn't see her face because it was dark. Well, that's not entirely true. At the beginning of the dream, everything was lit up, but her face was cloudy. Anyway, I am going to write about the dream because it was so unlike me that I should like to remember it.
I was closing up my classroom, and she was closing up hers too. The fact that the other woman was a teacher contradicts the idea that it could be Carole, but it didn't look like anyone else who works at my school. I choose to think it was her. I somehow knew that we were the last people in the school. In my mind's eye, I could see that the rest of the hallways and rooms were dark, except for our rooms and the hallway connecting them. All of a sudden, I had a terribly naughty idea.
I walked into her classroom where she was still picking up stray pencils and other random bits that littered the floor. When I cleared my throat to catch her attention, she looked at me over her shoulder and waved a little, smiling softly.
"I want you," I announced without preamble.
Her smile grew wider and she responded, "Well, let me finish up here and we can leave then."
"No. I want you
now
," I demanded.
"What, in my room?" she asked.
"We could go to mine," I offered.
"Well, if you're sure," she said, giggling nervously. I am pretty sure that Carole has never giggled, nervously or otherwise, in real life, but this was a dream after all.
I took her hand in mine and led her back to my classroom. Once we had traversed the short distance between our rooms, I closed the door behind us and turned out the lights. It felt more private and intimate that way.
I pulled her tight to me and nibbled on her ear while I unbuttoned her jeans. She removed her slip-on shoes with ease. I slid her pants and her panties down her legs, and she flung them halfway across the room. She moved to lay on one of the students' desks, but I stopped her and instead lowered her to the floor. I wanted her to feel the rough carpet on her bare ass. I wanted her to know that she was submitting to me when she bucked against my fingers as I pleasured her.
Of course, if the other woman wasn't Carole, this wasn't me. I've never been so dominant in the bedroom (so to speak) in my life. It turns out, in my fantasies, I'm the bold one.
I leaned over her to engage her mouth in a passionate kiss. Her hands tangled themselves in my curls, and she pulled me further into her. Our tongues danced, exploring each other. Our bodies rocked and rubbed against each other, sparking further arousal. We eventually came up for air, both panting.
I didn't make her remove her hands from my hair as I lowered myself to her wet snatch. I opened her thighs wide and held them down with my hands, warning her not to move with a squeeze. I breathed in the aroma of her arousal and my breath caught. My pussy flooded with juices of its own knowing how wet she was for me.
I tongued my way up and down her slit, enjoying how she squirmed when I made my way lower, teasing her taint and asshole with the very tip of my wandering tongue. I lifted myself slightly from her nether regions and drooled onto her pussy lips. She shuddered as the saliva slid down her slit to rest in her ass crack.
I lowered myself again to her pussy and ate with gusto, feeling her juices cover my face with slickness. She whimpered and moaned above me, clenching and unclenching her fists in my hair. Tense though she was, she graciously refrained from pulling my face into her needy cunt with her grip on my tresses.
I shifted so I could caress one hand across her stomach and knead her breasts under her shirt. The other hand moved to insert two fingers into her pulsing opening. She squeaked with the added stimulation and quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to cover the sounds she could not control. When her back arched off the ground and she desperately humped my fingers in her pussy, I knew she was close. To push her over the edge, I sucked on her swollen clit.
It was such a heady feeling, knowing I was the cause of all her pleasure. She knew it too. Through her climax, she kept whispering my name. I gripped her ass in my palms as she bucked, enjoying how warm her cheeks were from the friction of the rug. As she came down from her high, her grip on my curls loosened and she shuddered as one last pulse of pleasure ran through her.
Someone knocked on the door. Carole froze in fear and embarrassment as I scrambled to my feet to cross to the front of the room. I quickly wiped any remaining girl cum off my face. Opening the door barely a crack, I found myself face to face with the night security officer.
I smiled at him, opened the door a bit wider, and said, "Hey, Jonah. How's it going?"
"Alright, Ms. Fields. Thought I heard something inside your room and was a bit worried," he replied.
I felt my cheeks go pink and answered, "Oh! I tripped; that's probably what you heard."
"Mhmm. Are you sure everything's okay? It's pretty dark in here."
"Yes, of course! I was doing some syllabus planning, trying to think. It helps me to look out at the night sky, the moon and stars. I turned out the lights to help me see them and focus better," I explained, hoping I sounded at all reasonable or coherent.
He smiled and shook his head slightly. "The kids don't deserve you, they really don't. Okay, Ms. Fields. I'll leave you to it. Just give me a holler if you need me. I'll keep making the rounds."
"Okay, Jonah, thanks. I'll probably be headed out soon, so have a good night. I think there's still a warm pot of coffee in the break room if you need a pick me up," I told him cheerily.
"I might check that out. See you later. Don't work too hard."
"Don't worry, I won't," I promised, thinking mischievously about how my job was done. I intended to make my partner work hard to thank me for her orgasm.
I shut the door quietly, but firmly, and returned my attention to the woman still frozen, lying on the ground.
"That was close," she whispered, scared of making any noise.
"Well, you're so loud when you're horny, my dear," I teased, caressing her face with the back of my hand.
"It's not fair, you make me that way," she countered, barely able to maintain her pout as the corner of her mouth twitched with a smile.
"And you should be thankful," I replied, putting some steel in my voice the way Carole always does in real life. I got to my feet and ordered her to remove her shirt while I took off my skirt. I wanted her to have easy access to my pussy, but I still wanted to maintain that sense of dominance that comes from one partner being more clothed than the other.
It was slightly cold in the room and she shivered and covered her hardening nipples with her arms. I motioned for her to come to me. She crawled and knelt in front of me, looking up as I took her hands in mine for a moment before letting them drop so I could pinch her pink nubs.
She gasped and I said firmly, "Get to work."
She fervently tongued the wet gusset of my panties, sucking at my lips through the fabric until I giggled at the obscene sounds and let her remove my underwear.
She eagerly kissed and sucked at my inner thigh, knowing how aroused I get by the intimacy of hickeys, and I moaned softly. She smiled against my skin, enjoying the effect she was having on me. I pet her hair in encouragement as she returned to my pussy, poking at the opening with her tongue.
Her hunger must have been unsatiated though, because she gripped the backs of my thighs with her hands and pulled my snatch further onto her face. I could feel her nose against my clit and I rocked back and forth on it to stimulate my button. She whimpered into my cunt. I shivered at the exhalation of her breath. It must have been warm, but it felt cold against my aching genitalia.
She continued licking and sucking, slowly building the pressure in my pussy until I thought I could not take it anymore. She seemed to sense this as well and increased her speed accordingly, rubbing faster against my clit until I fell over the edge.
I woke up, breathing heavily. My pussy was so wet that I had left a wet spot on the bedsheets. I looked over at Carole, wondering if she had noticed. Of course, she hadn't. My lover is many things, but she is not a morning person. She was sleeping peacefully, arms and legs stretched out in a way that made me want to give her a special wake up call. I licked my lips at the thought of her taste but shook myself out of my reverie.
It was 6 am, time to get up and ready for work, so I extracted myself from the covers as quietly as I could and got ready.
Carole closed Emilia's journal. "Interesting," she said simply, wondering what to do about her fiancée's fantasy. It was a journal that Emilia kept for herself, but allowed Carole to read whenever she wanted, whatever she wanted. Carole didn't read everything in it, but now thought maybe she should.
Mostly the journal talked about problems at work or feelings she was having, but every once in a while it mentioned a sexual fantasy. When it did, Emilia usually mentioned to Carole that she "might want to read the journal." Em hadn't said anything this morning, nor texted her during the day like she usually did when she was horny. On her part, Carole had gotten off work early and come home bored, noticing Emilia's journal on the bedside table.
What did Em want? In the course of their relationship, she had never expressed any desire to play the dominant for a day. In fact, her shy little S-type usually balked at having any power in the bedroom. Carole was saved from any more speculation by the sound of the door unlocking.
Emilia entered, setting her work bag by the front door and putting her shoes on the rack in the hall.
Carole waited for her to come into the kitchen and said, "Welcome home, my love, how was work?"
A smile lit up her face as she responded, "It was pretty good. Emma B. finally seems to be getting the hang of long division, and Bobby's cursive has really improved so now it's pretty much legible. I knew he just needed some encouragement."
"That's great, darling. I'm glad you had a good day."
"How was yours? I hope you weren't waiting for me too long. I stayed a bit late grading some homework and totally forgot to tell you."
"It was fine. I've been here for a bit. Don't worry, I wasn't bored," Carole interjected as Emilia opened her mouth to apologize. "I entertained myself with a good book," Carole told her, revealing her fiancée's journal in her hand.
Emilia's cheeks flushed bright red and she opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Oh, you read it." It sounded pathetic to her ears.
"Was I not supposed to, princess?" Carole inquired.
"No! I mean, of course you can read it. I just..." she trailed off.
"Just what, darling?" Carole encouraged.
