THE SLOWEST BURN ~ wally clark x oc

~ dreams ~

WALLY

I'm sitting on the orange plaid couch again. Shelves of record albums line one of the dark wood-paneled walls, ending at the large stereo system in the corner. Lumpy throw pillows and a ratty quilt my mom made are flung on the matching couch. There's worn out brown shag carpeting on the floor that's faded in the sunlight that streams through small windows near the ceiling. On the scratched wood and glass coffee table is a lava lamp.

I lean over and switch it on.

Immediately, colors explode from the lamp like I've never seen before. At least not in my parents' basement, anyway. I can almost remember this from somewhere... someplace where colored lights swirled and I dreamed of touching-

Kaitlyn.

I look up, and she's standing in front of me. She's wearing the white Spring Awakening dress, but the lava lamp behind her glows in different hues through the thin white fabric, and I see the shape of her body in silhouette. She takes a step closer to where I sit. Her legs are bare, and she looks irresistibly soft. A record lazily spins on the player, and I'm mesmerized by the sound and the color and the expression on her face that says she wants what I want. I whisper, Come here, reaching out so my hands slide around her waist to her lower back.

I look into her eyes as I guide her gently down onto my lap, my hands finding her bare thighs on either side of me. Her little dress rides up, even more when I run my hands up her thighs under the skirt, circling around until I slide them up to her lower back. Somehow I manage to pull my eyes away from her body and look up at her pretty face. She's beautiful, and she's here on my lap wanting me. I gaze into her eyes as my hands find her hips. I've been gentle so far.

I suddenly pull her by the hips against me, firmly, kissing her sweet mouth, stifling her moan. We're soon in a frenzy of groping arms and rough hands. I can't press her close enough to me, and she's completely willing to be taken like this.

I expertly flip us so she's laying under me now. When I open my eyes, all I see is her gorgeous face and her hair fanned out on the orange plaid.

She's driving me absolutely wild, and I'm sure at this point she can feel it. Our bodies are flush against each other, and even though we're clothed, all I want is to press my hardness against the little spot between the soft thighs wrapped around me. I can make you feel so good, Kaitlyn. Would you like that?

She nods with an almost desperate look in her eye. She needs me as much as I need her. I pull her back up onto my lap again, and my fingers lift the hem of the little dress. She lets me slip it over her head, and I run my fingertips up her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my way around to her bra clasp. I unhook it easily, and slide the thin straps down, exposing the round, soft flesh, pulling the lace down lower and lower until I can finally see-

"Dude, wake up! It's, like, noon. Plus you're kind of hogging the room and we want to watch a movie in here."

Fuuuuuuuck. The image of Kaitlyn's bare skin in the moving light shatters as I'm jolted back to reality, which right now is Rhonda glaring down at me.

"It's Saturday. Aren't kids our age supposed to sleep til noon on weekends?" I snap back, still kind of out of it as my brain processes what's real. Blinking my tired eyes brings everything into focus, including Rhonda making a "shoo" gesture at me. Shit. I want to go back.

"Okay, okay!" I grumble. "Just give a guy a minute to wake up, all right?" I sit up and stretch and slide to one side of the big brown couch in the faculty lounge, bundling up my blanket on my lap. Hopefully it looks like I'm just being polite and making room, rather than trying to hide the massive boner I woke up with. Rhonda getting on my case will get rid of that in like two seconds though.