Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
I was walking down the street when I heard someone call my name. I glanced around, but when I did not recognize anyone, I kept going. But my name was called out again. I assumed someone else who bore the same name was being called. That is, until I recognized the voice. It had been so long since I had heard it last, but there was no denying it was her.
"Oh my god!" I gasped as I recognized the speaker as my high school crush.
It had all started around ten years ago. Back when I was only fourteen, I had the world's biggest crush on one of my classmates. She was a beautiful ebony beauty and I was hopelessly in love with her. The mere sight of her would force me to endure one of my overpowering fantasies. That would not have been a problem had I not prided myself on being a good student. Of course, that only made things worse, because whenever an assignment required a partner, she would make sure we were partnered up. I knew it was only because of the good grade it guaranteed her, but I could not help but hope it was more. But no matter how hard I tried, I never worked up the nerve to tell her how I felt. She had never shown any signs of being a lesbian and the concept of rejection was too frightening. So I kept my mouth shut and spent the next ten years regretting it.
As I turned around to make sure my ears had not deceived me, I promised myself to finally take the plunge and tell her how I felt. Or at least how I had felt back in high school. But all I could think about when I finally laid eyes on her was...
"Wow!" I gasped as she hurried toward me. She had been quite a looker in high school, but she was now a veritable knockout. Her lips were fuller, her breasts were bigger and her hips had finally filled out. In other words, she was perfect.
"Barbie!" she said as she hurried toward me. I gave her a quick smile and a wave. "I wasn't sure it was you," she admitted upon reaching me. "You've changed."
I smiled.
"You too," I said. Of course, that was an understatement, but it would have to do. Seeing her standing before me forced me to revert back to my teenage self. I suddenly felt nervous and even started to stutter. But a few deep breaths calmed me right down and I was able to focus on what she was saying.
"How have you been?" she asked.
"Great!" I assured her. "You?"
"Awesome," she answered. She actually said more, but that was all I heard before the massive amounts of arousal that had crept into me at the sight of her had forced a powerful fantasy to grow within me. I barely had time to figure out what was happening before reality faded.
As soon as the fantasy begun, I lost all shyness and reservations. I opened my mouth to tell her about the crush I had on her throughout high school. Unfortunately, she beat me to the punch.
"I have a crush on you!" she blurted out. I was so shocked that I did not speak. In fact, I did not even more. I just stood there and stared at her in utter bewilderment.
"What I meant to say was: I HAD the biggest crush on you," she explained. "In high school," she added for clarification.
I could not felt but feel my heart sink.
