Author's note: Ordinary guy going through a rough patch starts discovering the power of his dreams and makes his wildest desires become a reality. This is a work of fiction and any semblance to actual people or places is purely coincidental.
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I walked through the depanneur door, trying to act nonchalant and casual, but as is so often the case, the more one tries acting cool, the less one actually ends up being. As it happens, I couldn't keep my gaze straight and I inevitably checked out the girl behind the counter.
I had hoped she would be there and she did not disappoint, dressed as she normally was: short cut-off jeans barely covered her incredibly sexy legs, while a cute, little T-shirt covered her torso, but exposed her pierced navel. She was chewing pink bubblegum as she sat behind the counter and the bell announcing my entrance into the store alerted her to my presence.
She stared back at me coolly with her light blue eyes, and a faint look of disinterest came across her face. This soon mixed in with disgust when she realized that my eyes were glued on her and transfixed at the moment on her wonderfully perky tits, which were all the more accentuated by her small and incredibly tight T-shirt.
Finally, I managed to catch myself to try not acting like a total creep as I did my brief shopping. She just as quickly ignored me, flipping her short dirty blonde ponytail in front of her, as if to put a barrier between me and her.
I wasn't particularly surprised or offended by this, as I was a regularly customer at this depanneur and had seen her many times before. Most of the time, though, I had managed to behave like a normal, decent guy, but today she was just looking fucking irresistible in that outfit that I couldn't hide my lust. Hence, her completely shooting me down was expected, as I had never managed to get any kind of real response out of her since the first time I visited this dep. I wasn't a terrible-looking guy, but my hair was in a state of perpetual distress and I liked it that way; the ladies did not generally share that opinion. I was average in height and a bit on the skinny side, but I had been complimented a couple of times for my piercing, green eyes.
I went to grab a bag of chips and a case of beer, then proceeded to the check-out. Her lithe body turned to face me when I smiled at her and said, "Hi," but she just wordlessly zapped the price tags on my items, not making any eye contact with me. Okay, I think I got the message. I paid her in exact change and said thanks, which got a little mumble out of her, and then I left the store.
Suddenly, I was feeling really depressed after what had just happened. I had gone especially out of my way to pass by this depanneur, and it certainly wasn't because its prices were cheaper. I had been hoping my trip today would brighten my mood, but it had done all the opposite; getting turned down so badly just added on to my sorrows.
I was barely getting through university and the interest in my studies was quickly waning. My girlfriend of a year had just dumped me, and I didn't even want to think about that one right now. This latest event just added salt to the wound, and I lethargically stumbled back to my apartment just wanting to drown my sorrows way.
The beer helped, but I held my alcohol well and it just ended up making me sleepy; I decided now might be a good time for a nap, as it would allow me to briefly escape from my present situation. Dreams had always been a magical place for me and I often found myself comforted by my fantasies. Unlike most people, my dreams were very vivid and I generally remembered them pretty well.
As I drifted off, I suddenly realized I was wide awake. I was still in my single-bedroom apartment, but something felt different, as if I was looking at everything from a third-person point of view. That was when I realized I must still be asleep; I passed the finger of one ghostly hand through the palm of another, verifying my hypothesis. I looked at my sleeping self and wondered what I should do now, since I was aware I was dreaming and could conjure up anything I wanted will relative ease.
I thought back to my visit to the dep and instantly I was back there, as if I had never left. Since it was a recent memory, my surroundings were quite accurate and the girl behind the counter certainly looked as hot as she had that afternoon. Suddenly, I felt myself get incredibly turned on and hard. I could make the girl - I realized I didn't even know her name - give me a blowjob or fuck me, but I had tried that before and it simply didn't feel natural. Despite my ability to recreate settings and even people in my dreams, it was much harder for me to imagine them acting and behaving normally; it was especially difficult to give them responding actions as I was busy concentrating on my own. Hence, because everything was programmed by me, interactions just came out as empty and artificial.
God, how I wish she would just have a normal conversation with me, completely initiated by her and without me pulling the strings in the background. Even in this dream world, it seemed like some things would never change. I kept ogling her, from her large thighs, to her slim waist, to her incredible boobs, and I wished with all my might that she would respond to me. My desire for her was so great that I could feel my dick straining painfully against my pants. As my eyes burned into hers, I thought I suddenly saw a flicker in her beautiful light blue orbs.
She didn't so much as move an inch or blink, but I could swear something changed within her.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked her, hoping she would say something of her own.
When nothing happened, I was dismayed but I didn't give up; I felt I was on to something. Once again, desire flowed through my eyes and into hers as I wished that she was secretly attracted to me, that her turning down my advances had only been due to her shyness, and that she was actually the one burning inside with longing.
This time, a brighter light flashed in her eyes, but I observed no other change when I tried talking to her again. Finally, I decided I had wasted enough time already and resigned myself to a strip club for the rest of my dream, just wanting to release the aching pressure in my pants.
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When I woke up later that afternoon, I felt terribly drained, even though I usually felt very rejuvenated after a nap. I spent some time playing games on my computer and ate a light supper. By this time, I felt my energy was back and I decided to pass by the library to pick up a couple of light reads, something which I did rather frequently.
When I got there, I saw a new librarian that stopped me dead in my tracks. Now, I know I'm one to be visibly affected by beauty, but she just took my breath away. I could tell that beneath her conservative grey sweater and white shirt lay a fantastic body, and her huge, round ass could not be completely hidden by her long, black skirt. Her black-rimmed glasses framed a lovely, innocent face and her black hair was tied up in a beehive at the back of her head.
Luckily, a bell did not announce my entry this time or she would have surely noticed me gawking at her. I quickly went to browse the new arrivals and found a couple of novels to my liking. When I went to check out my books, I smiled at the beautiful librarian and was a rewarded with a shy one in return; delighted, I picked up my books and sauntered off back home.
I passed by the depanneur again, as it was on my way back, and although I did not need anything, I did glance through the window to see that the blue-eyed bombshell was still working. Remarkably, she returned my gaze when I looked at her, nearly causing me to jump and drop my books. Somehow feeling my luck had taken a turn for the better, I decided what the hell and walked into the dep.
She immediately turned her eyes away from me when I entered, as she usually did, but I could see something hidden behind there besides the usual apathy. Not sure what to do, I wandered around aimlessly for a minute, looking at shelves, but secretly glancing back at the cashier. I was delighted to find her looking back at me during one such occasion, though she quickly tried to hide it by turning away; the slight blush on her cheeks remained, though, and I started feeling incredibly turned on.
I went back to the counter and just picked up a pack of gum, laying it in front of her.
"Do you always work this late?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she replied, then hesitated, as if wanting to say more. Finally, she lowered her gaze, bit her lower lip - which I found to be incredibly sexy - and just said, "That'll be $1.13."
This time, I didn't have the exact change, so I handed her a bill, instead. As our hands touched, I could feel a tremor run through her body and I looked back at her in surprise.
She was blushing harder now, as if embarrassed by her own reaction, and started clumsily counting out my change. I was at once both shocked and pleased by her distress and felt like the tables had inexplicably turned. When she held out her hand to give me the change, I decided to try something, praying she wouldn't revert to her usual self and likely give me a kick to the balls: I lightly stroked her hand with my thumb, trying to act discreet but failing pretty miserably. She didn't appear to care and even seemed to be enjoying it.
