Lilo and Clay

Whispers of Dreams

The morning sun filtered through Lilo's curtains, casting a warm glow on her dorm room walls. The air smelled of jacaranda blossoms, and outside, birds sang a symphony. As she tussled on her bed, opening her eyes, the remnants of a dream clung to her consciousness. Clay's face, his laughter, the way his fingers had brushed against hers—it all felt achingly real. She blinked, trying to separate dream from reality, but the lines blurred. The intimacy of that dream left her breathless, and as the birds continued their serenade, Lilo found herself lost in her own mind. "Do you like me Clay?", she had asked in her dream.
"Lots," he said, simply.
"Do you wanna come to my room?" Lilo shyly added. Her voice had that note in it that she got when she wanted to be helpful.
Clay felt really strange asking this, but he said, "You've got some hand cream, haven't you?" She gave him a mischievous smile and nodded. Her pussy was warm and moist, and after she let go of his hand, he took it away, a little reluctantly.
Lilo kissed him once more on the mouth and stood up. Her pussy was like a magnet to his eyes. She looked down at herself, then back at him with a knowing smile, and said, "Come on. This'll be fun." She picked up her shorts and panties from the floor and started to walk to her room.
Still hardly believing this was happening, Clay got up and followed Lilo, watching her naked bottom as he walked. He was focussed on the fact that Lilo was going to play with herself and let him watch.
They got into her room, and Lilo said, "How are we gonna do this?" She looked down at his jeans, which had a bulge at the front, and she swallowed.
"Just lay next to each other," Clay told her, feeling a little awkward, despite his excitement. Lilo handed him a tube of hand cream from her dressing table, and said, "Is this okay?" He nodded, and she handed it to him.
Clay seemed eager to begin, so she got on her bed and slid over to make room. Clay sat and lay back, next to her, on her right. "Would you like to see how a queen does it?" she asked, sweetly. "Yeah," Clay said, more eagerly than he meant to.
Lilo licked the first finger of her right hand, and said, "I usually start by wetting my finger, but," she paused, looking at Clay, "when you were touching me it kind of got me a little bit wet already" She moved her head over and kissed Clay. "That was really nice," she added.
She looked over at his crotch and said, "You've gotta show me how you do it, too."
Seeing Tina was ready to touch herself, Clay undid his jeans and slid them down his legs, dropping them on the floor next to the bed. He slid his underpants down as well to expose his dick and balls. His cock was rock hard, and an overly big one, Tina looked at it, took a breath, and said, "Does that fit inside a girl?"
Wham! That was the sight that woke her up!
What did it mean? How could she conjure up such wonderful inexperienced moments? And why did her heart flutter at the mere thought of him?
Lilo sat up, her mind still tangled in the remnants of a dream—a dream that had left her heart racing and her cheeks flushed.
She reached for her glasses, the familiar frames cool against her fingertips. But as she lifted them, they slipped from her grasp and tumbled to the floor. The impact echoed in the room, and when she bent down to retrieve them, she accidentally stepped on the fragile lenses. A crack split across the glass, rendering them useless.
Lilo sank back onto her bed, frustration welling up. She needed those glasses—the world was a blurry mess without them. Her phone lay on the nightstand, and without hesitation, she texted Clay:
"Disaster struck. Glasses broken. SOS."
Then, she dialed his number. The phone rang twice before Clay's voice filled her ear. "Lilo? What's wrong?"
She explained the situation, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Clay, could you take me to the Optica store in Thika Road Mall? I need to fix these. It's urgent."
"Of course," Clay replied. "I'll be there as soon as the lecture ends. Don't worry."
Lilo thanked him, promising it would be the first thing they did once he was free. She reminded him to inform the lecturer about her absence, citing the broken glasses as the reason. Clay's laughter rumbled through the phone. "You're a force of nature, Lilo."
Later that day, Clay arrived at her hostel. Lilo opened the door, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She stood there, glasses absent, her eyes clear and captivating. Her white unbuttoned T-shirt hinted at collarbones, and the black crop top teased at secrets. Ragged jeans clung to her legs, and Clay's mouth went dry.
"Earth to Clay!" Lilo's playful voice snapped him back to reality. She hit his shoulder, and he stumbled, caught off guard. "You were staring," she teased, her cheeks flushed.
He managed a sheepish grin. "Can you blame me? You're...beautiful."
Lilo's laughter danced between them. "Flattery won't fix my glasses," she said. "Shall we?"
They strolled down the path, the sun dappling their way. Clay marveled at how Lilo's presence transformed the mundane into magic. The public bus awaited them at the school gate, and as they settled into their seats, Clay realized that sometimes, dreams whispered truths. Maybe this broken-glasses mishap was fate nudging them closer.
As the bus rumbled toward Thika Road Mall, Lilo leaned her head against the window, and Clay stole glances at her profile. The jacaranda trees lined the streets, their blossoms like fallen stars. And in that ordinary moment, Clay knew—he'd gladly break a thousand glasses just to spend time with her.
The bus jolted to a stop, and Clay blinked, disoriented. He glanced out the window, realizing they were at Garden City Mall. Lilo, equally surprised, scrambled to her feet, and they hurriedly disembarked. The mall's glass façade loomed before them, promising adventure and distraction.
"Optica," Lilo said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Maybe they can fix my glasses here."
Clay nodded, his mind racing. "Let's check it out," he suggested, leading the way. The mall's interior was a symphony of light and space, bustling with shoppers. They wandered through the corridors, searching for the optician's store. But alas, Optica didn't have the services Lilo required. They needed to cross the highway and get a matatu back to their intended stop,Thika Road Mall.