WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*Chapter 3*

She paused near Vihan, acknowledging everyone at his table except him until she settled down beside him. Instantly, the atmosphere at the table shifted; Ridhan's gaze altered from Vihan to her, confusion etched on his face.

Meanwhile, Saanvi wore a curious smile, eager to understand why Leena was interested in their group. Seated next to Ridhan, Saanvi posed a question that echoed in everyone's minds. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, I just needed Vihan's assistance with something," Leena calmly responded, her eyes moving from Saanvi to Vihan. Vihan's body tensed at her words, his hands gripping a spoon tightly, his mind racing.

"With what?" Saanvi probed further. "With English," Leena replied, unaware of the turmoil building within Vihan. "I was working late last night and noticed that a page from the book was torn."

"Will you help me, Vihan?" She asked, to which Vihan nodded slightly. However, his response was ignored as Saanvi intervened, disrupting her plan. "Oh, you can borrow my book."

"No!" Leena exclaimed, her outburst surprising everyone once again. "I mean, Vihan could assist me," she said, forcing a smile and glancing at Vihan's wide eyes. "Right?"

Once again, Vihan nodded in agreement, hurriedly rummaging through his bag to retrieve the book before someone else could interfere. "Thanks. I'll return it to you tomorrow," Leena said, smiling at him. Her words elicited a soft smile from him too, and she left in silence.

The primary reason for seeking Vihan's book was to foster a stronger connection and gain insight into her feelings. However, their encounter only heightened the tension between them.

There was something about him that had left a lasting impression on her mind, something she couldn't quite comprehend. Sitting at her desk, she absentmindedly scribbled through the notebook while her left hand grazed over Vihan's English book, absorbing the words.

Suddenly, the words imprinted turned into the softness of her vision. The sensation of the rough page entering her vessels through her fingertips.

Her eyes moved across the words like when she was examining him from an incredibly close distance during the lunch break. The words remained in their place, just like when he was frozen in time, not shifting an inch. A period at the end of a sentence brought her reading to a halt, like a mole on his lips that captivated her attention,

He is more exquisite than my dreams, she thought, as her fingers glided from the top to the bottom of the page, merging her senses with her vivid imagination. Does he feel the same way?

It was a peculiar question, yet one she could understand.

She stood up, as if hypnotized, book in hand, and walked over to her bed, her eyes lingering on the pages. She sat down, once again entranced by her daydreams of him. But this time correcting her dreams with a real vision.

The crimson blush on his cheeks, his smooth skin, and his full lips her dream didn't do justice to his real-life features. So she was justifying it with her imagination.

Her body sank into the mattress, and she placed the book near her nose, inhaling deeply, as if she could capture his scent, just as she wished. It did indeed smell like him, reminiscent of the scent of calla lilies.

The delicate fragrance of lilies wafted through her nose, seeping into her nerves, causing her to shut her eyes and sending a numbing sensation through her body. A burning desire surged within her, prompting her to writhe on the mattress.

Her gentle inhales transformed into deep, heavy breaths, echoing his imaginary moans of pleasure in her mind. In that moment, an intense craving took hold, compelling her to slide her right hand into her pants. "Please, I want it," he whispered in her ear, urging her fingers to rub her sensitive clit.