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Chapter 2 I Dream Of Gilfie

Chapter 2 I Dream Of Gilfie

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Chapter 2 "I Dream of Gilfie"

As Solon Cain readies himself for bed, he looks out his window and i noticed he has a view into Miss Margaret's bedroom. She's undressing. His breath catches in his throat and his heartbeat speeds up. He goes to turn away, but instead turns out his light. She slowly takes off her red blouse to reveal a black laced bra and casually tosses her blouse onto her bed. She then removes her pants to reveal matching lace garters and stockings. Solon can't look away. His dick is engorged and he lowers himself to his bed before he collapses onto it.

"This isn't right. I should not be looking at Miss Margaret this way." He tells himself, but still, he can't look away. "Miss Margaret is so hot." he finds himself saying.

Solon turns away and goes into his connected bathroom to shower. He lets the warm water flow over him to wash away the day and notices his dick is a pulsating, raging inferno and changes the shower temperature to cold.

After several minutes of cold water bombarding his skin, he regains his composure and lathers up to clean himself. He rinses off, exfoliates with a loofah wrap and herbal shower gel, and then rinses off again. He exhales, heartily, feeling the tension drain from him. He wraps a towel around his waist, brushes his teeth, and enters his bedroom.

As I walk into my room, I see Miss Margaret is still there, but topless. I can't help but stare at her full breasts as they jiggle slightly while she moves about. Her stomach is toned.

"Miss Margaret has a six-pack." I mumble to myself.

I really notice her curvy hips and juicy behind. She turns my way and I dash to turn my bathroom light off. She turns away to do things in her room. I can't turn away. I continue to watch her.

Margaret pauses in her actions to glance over at the window. Solon freezes as she looks right at him.

"Oh crap," he says, barely above a whisper.

"Miss Margaret is looking right at me." Solon realizes

Margaret catches Solon's gaze and smiles seductively, giving a little wave before going back to whatever she was doing. A thrill runs down Solon's spine as he feels his arousal return with a vengeance. He waves back nervously and feels his heart race even faster. Her seductive smile and playful wave only serve to fuel his arousal. He continues to look on, dumbfounded.

Margaret turns around and is caught off-guard as she notices Solon's towel and its inability to conceal his excitement at seeing her body. Her breath catches and a trickle of love juice runs down her leg.

Solon notices Miss Margaret stop and stare, and when he realizes where her eyes are directed, he dashes into his bed and under his covers. Solon inhales slowly and deeply, holds for four seconds, and slowly exhales.

"Combat breathing, dad called it. Inhale for four... Exhale for four."

Solon repeats this process for several minutes until he succumbs to sleep.

At the same time, Margaret clenches her pc muscles as she makes her way to the bed and onto her new incontinent pad and intensifies the contraction, then rubs herself until she releases. She then folds the pad and places it on the floor and turns in for the night.

In the morning, another car shows up with the same friends, but another one is driving. Solon looks over at Margaret in her kitchen window and he waves goodbye as he gets into the car. She smiles as she watches the car speed down the street. Margaret sips her coffee and looks at a yoga advertisement in her mail.

"I could use some relaxing exercise." she muses and heads upstairs to change.

Margaret returned from the yoga class, which she found relaxing. At the same time, the poses aroused her as she considered various sexual positions she would like to explore with Solon during her movements.

"I'm hornier than ever!" Margaret fusses. "Hell!"

Margaret showers and allows the warm water to transport her. She slowly breathes the steam from her shower in and out for several minutes before washing and exfoliating. Margaret towels off and lies down for a nap. Upon waking from her nap, she dresses and checks out her lawn she's been letting grow and smiles.

Soon Solon arrives home and talks with his friends a moment before they drive off. He looks over at her window and notices she is not there. He looks for a few seconds and Margaret smiles while she watches him from another part of the house. He turns and goes inside.

"He misses me." she muses as her lips curl into a smile.

Later, when Solon does not come over, Margaret's head lowers slightly, her brows furrow, her lips press together, and her shoulders droop. She draws her knees to her chest, curls up on her couch, and wonders if last night scared Solon off. She wants to go apologize and...

"Maggie, get your ass together." she sternly says to herself." It has been a long time. Stop acting like a girl in high school. Solon wants you just as much as you want him. Give him time." She takes a calming breath and picks up her novel, wondering where her favorite Spartan will find himself next.

Solon is frustrated having read the same chapter several times and is no closer to understanding angular momentum with applied Calculus.

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"Solon, you need to focus and stop thinking about Miss Margaret's body. Yeah right, and don't think about blue elephants. WHOOP there it is, dad would say. She obviously saw me, last night. I hope she doesn't think I'm ghostin' her. I should go over there and say something, but then again she's awfully quiet over there. Truth is I want to see her.

Solon goes over to Margaret's house and knocks on her door. Margaret pauses from reading her book. She opens the door to see Solon looking down at the ground. "Hi Solon what brings you here so late?"

" I just wanted to check on you, Miss Margaret. I'm not ghosting you or anything. I'm studying for class but I'm having a hard time concentrating."

Margaret's brow furls And she places her index finger on Solon's Chin lifting it up to meet her gaze.

" Solon, Please look at me," she says in a soothing tone.

Solon looks into Margaret's eyes and asks" Miss Margaret are we okay?"

Margaret, Maggie, Atwater looks at Solon with a smile from ear to ear And says to him.

"Solon, I think we're more than okay." She pauses, looks at him, and continues "I realize you have your school work. That has to be your priority."

They look at one another for a long moment, and Solon parts his lips to speak. Margaret places a finger on his lips and shakes her head, saying, "Go study, Solon, we'll talk."

Solon's eyes widen slightly at Margaret's touch. This simple gesture implies an intimacy he did not realize they shared, until now.

I look at Miss Margaret, her eyes widen slightly as her finger touches my lips. It's a lot different than when my mom does it when she knows back talk is coming. My heart beats faster and my face feels warm. My hands begin to move toward her arm as I feel my lips begin to pucker.

Then Margaret feels her hand beginning to trace the outline of his plump lips and draws her hand back. She bites her lip and crinkles her brow in a pained expression as she says, "Sorry, Solon...Go study."

With wide eyes, Solon replies."Yes ma'am" as he lowers his hands and finishes, "but you don't have any reason to be sorry, Miss Margaret." and walks home more confused than ever.

Margaret gently closes the door leans her back against it and slides down.

"Ughhh! Margaret, what were you thinking? That's just it, you weren't. Studying is going to be the last thing on his mind after you just fondled his lips." She pauses. "If he had kissed my finger like he started to..."

Margaret takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, stands, and pours a glass of wine. She quietly sips and then returns to her couch and her Spartan. Meanwhile, Solon is doing push-ups at his study desk to get rid of some anxious energy.

"Who am I kidding?" solon states as he exhales on the top part of the pushup. He inhales on the bottom and then exhales " I'm done for the night!" Solon admits aloud and continues counting reps on each up position.

After a hundred reps, Solon straightens up the house a little and decides to check out this Ninja Scroll his dad calls classic anime, and ends up dozing off shortly after the movie begins. Upon waking, he looks at his watch and begins his bedtime routine. He feels a twinge of disappointment when he sees Miss Margaret's light is not on. He showers and notices her light is still not on as he enters his room. Margaret takes in his rippling pecs, arms, and stomach as she slowly exhales while her hand moves down her stomach to rest on the heat between her legs as if it had a mind of its own. Solon looks toward her window once more before he turns out his light and lies down. Margaret smiles with her pad underneath her bottom while she makes her kitten purr while she takes in her favorite nighttime show in the dark.

"He was looking for you again." Margaret says to herself as she squeezes her clitoris between her forked middle and ring fingers inhaling and then exhaling."Ahhhhhhh." as her hand continues downward and back up rhythmically. She repeats this process until she achieves the desired effect. Margaret's legs quiver and she feels a jolt of energy run through her stomach as the warm liquid forces itself between her fingers. She marvels as a stream of liquid jets across the room, illuminated by moonlight to give the appearance of diamonds flying across her room as her bottom is inundated with warmth that pools on the pad beneath her. Margaret exhales as she slowly sinks into her mattress.

Margaret can't help but feel an intense mix of emotions. On one hand, she's thrilled by the thought of having such a young and attractive man as Solon interested in her, on the other hand...

"Fuck it! He's legal," she says, surprised by her emotional outburst, and begins to laugh.

Margaret stares into Solon's window and notices his slow rhythmic breathing which indicates he is asleep. She begins to stir and walks to her window to survey their backyards. Dressed in her black yoga gear, she climbs out her window and makes her way across the yard to the house her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. She finds niches to place her feet and hands to scale the house until she is at Solon's window.

Margaret makes sure his parents are asleep in their own room before returning to Solon's window. She pauses and breathes slowly and deeply until she notices her heart rate become more regulated. A wave of warmth washes over her as she watches him breathe softly in his slumber. She considers how he's such a good boy. She just wants to tenderly kiss his handsome sleeping face

Margaret asks herself, "What the hell is going on with you, Maggie? It's not too late to turn..."

All thoughts of tenderness and reason evaporate as she notices the tent in Solon's covers protruding from the middle of his body. His nocturnal erection provokes an ache between her legs as moisture is wicked into her panties. Margaret slips in silently opening and closing his window and stealthily moves closer to Solon's bed to get a closer look. Margaret takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch Solon's protruding erection. Her hand slides beneath the covers, her fingertips brushing against his hardness.

Solon lets out a soft moan as Margaret wraps her hand around him, unaware that his neighbor, Margaret, is stroking his dick, after having snuck over from across the yard. Solon lets out another breathy moan as he becomes even harder Margaret notices he is still asleep. Moisture runs down her inner thighs as her breath comes faster.

Margaret leans closer to Solon, her breath hot against his neck. She barely opens her mouth near his ear, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Wake up, Solon."

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I feel this incredible sensation on my dick as I hear " Wake up Solon." I feel my eyes flicker open, and I look around confused for a moment before focusing on Miss Margaret/s face leaning over me from the side of my bed, her breasts pressing against my bare chest.

"Miss Margaret, What are you doing?" I manage to croak before she covers my mouth with hers and her tongue invades my mouth.

I moan into her kiss and my tongue instinctively dances with hers

Margaret continues to stroke his now throbbing, cock as his arousal only heightens at this surreal experience.

Margaret breaks the kiss as she presses her nose against his and answers his question saying," Now, Solon, you are a very bright young man. What do you think I'm doing, hmmm?" she concludes with a sultry smile.

Solon breathes out, "You're stroking my dick, Miss Margaret." as his back arches involuntarily.

"Well, Solon what do you want me to do? Should I just let you go back to sleep?"

Solon becomes even more excited as pre cum starts to ooze out creating a wet spot in his poly corron boxers that stretch and shrink with Maegarte's motions. Ever observant, Margaret sees this and she feels her saliva glands respond to her oral fixation. Margaret leans down, frees his cock, and slowly takes Solon's swollen, throbbing cockhead into her mouth. Her lips and tongue feel soft against his very sensitive tip as she begins to gently bob her head up and down his shaft assisted by her right hand acting as an extension to her mouth.

Solon gasps as he feels Margaret's hot mouth enveloping him and his legs quiver. Margaret's tongue flickers over the sensitive underside of Solon's dick, eliciting a moan from him. Her free hand gently massages his balls, causing them to tighten in her grip. Solon moans and enjoys Margaret's sensual blowjob as she stares right into his eyes seductively. Solon stares back with wide eyes, captivated by a look that is an odd mixture of emotions. His arousal, however, is undeniable.

Solon gasps and groans as Margaret's skilled mouth works his cock. Her warm breath caresses his skin, and her tongue swirls around his shaft, driving him wild with pleasure. His eyes lock onto hers, and he feels a sense of awe mixed with desire. He'd never experienced anything like this before.

She senses he's getting close and Margaret leans further down and takes more of Solon's hard cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she slurps him up strongly. Her warm breath hits his sensitive crown, and he feels another wave of pleasure wash over him.

"Ughh. Ohhhh. Ahhhh." is Solon's response as he grabs a fistful of Margaret's hair.

Margaret notices the trembling in his thighs and the twitching in his cock and smiles around his length in anticipation. Then she notices his wide eyes have taken to a look of panic and she realizes this is a new experience for him.

She stops and covers his face with loving kisses, while still stroking his cock, as she assures Solon, "Honey, what you are feeling is absolutely normal. It's what your body is made for. Solon, I could never hurt you. Let me help guide you into manhood."

Solon nods and she sees him relax. Completely nude, Margaret straddles Solon, hovering above his fully erect cock.

I look into Solon's eyes. "So trusting...So innocent, despite his massive frame." I muse as I lower my sopping wet cunt onto his beautiful black cock, never taking my eyes off his. I watch as his face contorts in pleasure. I let out a slow guttural moan as my starving pussy slowly engulfs him. He moves as if to stop me because he thinks I'm in pain and I place a gentle hand on his chest as I shake my head no.

"This is what I'm made for, Solon." I gasp as I take more of him in until my ass rests on his balls. I feel a mixture of pleasure and pain. It had been so long since I had even wanted a man inside me.

I watch Miss Margaret hover over me naked. Her vagina drips all over my dick coating it in this warm liquid from her body. I can't take my eyes off of her hips, curves, and her full breasts up close. Just as I'm about to touch her, she lowers onto my dick and I breathe out as I am overcome by the sensation. She locks eyes with me as I also take in the sight as I disappear inside her. She gasps and before I can react, she places a hand on me and shakes her head. She tells me this is what she is made for. She continues to slowly lower onto me, and when her round perfect bottom presses into my balls, I feel my back arch and my mouth open in a silent sigh before my back sinks into the bed again

As Solon feels himself nearing climax, he starts to pant and moan, his hands grasping at the sheets as he tries to hold on to something real. Margaret picks up on his rising excitement and decreases the tempo of her grinding into him.

"You're going to cum real soon." Miss Margaret says softly as she leans forward to kiss me and continues as she grinds slowly into me, breathing heavily through half-closed eyes she says, "I'm about to cum on your cock, Solon. You're going to cum inside me and exhale into my mouth as you do.

I feel her muscles squeeze my disk followed by a warm flow over my dick and onto my balls and drenching the hair on my crotch and my mouth opens. Miss Margaret covers my mouth with hers as I feel I'm about to cry out. I feel myself erupt inside her as I cry out into her mouth and she cries out into mine. Her tongue is like silk as she probes my mouth and entangles with my own as our cries subside. Miss Margaret collapses on top of me as her body melts into mine.

"Mmm, that was delicious," Margaret says as she opens her eyes and starts in confusion.

Solan opens his eyes as sunlight filters through his window. He finds himself alone and off balance. He feels the wetness in his boxers as if from a nocturnal emission. It then dawns on him that he had a very wet and erotic dream. He rises and pulls off his boxers and sees a thick layer of wet and dried semen covering his shaft and balls. As he inspects himself in the mirror, he can't help but feel aroused by the memory of the very lucid wet dream he had just experienced as he lets out a slow exhale. He looks over at his sheets and sees that the mess was not contained to his boxers as he spies a spot on his sheets.

Margaret feels cold wetness in her panties and on her pad beneath her. It dawns on Margaret that she had a very lucid erotic dream about Solon and had a squirting orgasm and drenched her sheets as her release overflowed her pad.

Margaret, still buzzing from the erotic dream she had just experienced, can't help but feel a rush of excitement. She licked her lips as she stands, her gaze lingering on the drenched sheets.

"Mmm," she whispered to herself, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. She says aloud to herself in her bedroom, "That was some dream. I'm gonna have that boy, someday...in the flesh."

Margaret looks over to see Solon looking her way as he removes his bed linen just as she is removing hers, and they both pause. After an awkward amount of time, Solon waves at Margaret and she waves back at him as they both continue to strip their bedding and head to the laundry area.

Solon decides to shower quickly and get ready for class. On the way to his car, he looks for Miss Margaret at the kitchen window but does not see her, then he looks at her bedroom window and notices her standing there looking at him topless with her garter and stockings. He pauses and stares. He begins to walk to her house and then checks his watch, sighs, and waves at Miss Margaret as he gets into his car and drives off.

Margaret sleans herself up and puts her garter and stockings on. As she picks up her bra, she notices Solon going to his car She knows it's his turn to drive. She walks to the window and presses her breast against the pane. Then she sees Solon look for her in the kitchen window and she smiles. Then he unexpectedly looks to her window and pauses. He looks at her on display. Her breath catches in her throat as he stares at her for a moment. Then he begins to walk her way. Her eyes widen and her heart races as she notices the heat between her thighs. A mixture of panic and arousal flow through Margaret until Solon checks his watch and waves at her before getting into his car and driving away

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