Dreams of a Virgin

HERO OF MY DREAMS

Sometimes we act on instinct in times of need. And sometimes those acts of heroism are rewarded.

It started off as a typical Friday. I cashed my paycheck, paid some bills, and went to my car.

Suddenly, I heard a scream from a nearby alley. I looked down the alley. There were two thugs holding up a very beautiful woman.

"What's going on here?"

"Help me! They're robbing me!"

"Get out of here. This is none of your business."

I'd never been much of a fighter, but I had to do something. I clipped one of them, kicking him in the knee. As he tumbled to the ground, the other turned, wielding a gun.

I kicked him in the family jewels. As he stood bent over, I ran his head into the brick wall of the alley, rendering him unconscious.

Just then, I felt a slash on my left arm. The other had recovered and used his knife to lacerate my arm. I kicked him in the nut sack. I grabbed two trash can lids and played the cymbals on his head.

Having vanquished the enemy, the terrified female flung her arms around me in gratitude.

"Thank you so much for all your help, my hero." She smothered me with kisses.

"No problem at all." I started to leave.

"Wait. Could you give me a lift home? I'm still too scared to be alone."

"Sure. Where do you live?"

"A couple miles from here. I hope I'm not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all. It's on my way home. My car's in the garage here."

On the way home, I found out a few things about her. Her name was Cameron. She was twenty-four and single. She was a receptionist for a medical clinic.

We pulled into her driveway. I opened the door and walked her to her house.

"Have you eaten dinner yet? I make a wicked casserole."

"No, I haven't eaten yet. I don't know."

"I don't feel comfortable yet by myself."

"Okay. I'll stay. I didn't have plans tonight anyway."

Her house was exquisitely decorated. Pink everywhere. Flowers by every window. As she prepared the meal, I sat on her sofa. She put it in the oven and sat beside me.

"I can't believe you fought them off without a knife or gun."

"Neither can I. All I know is a beautiful woman was in trouble., and I had to do something to help. I'm not a fighter, so I did what I could."

"And you looked good doing it."

"Thanks. All I worried about was that you were okay."

She put her hand on my arm, right where I was cut. I screamed out in pain.

"Oh no. You've been cut. Let me take care of it."

She went to the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide. She took off my shirt. She poured the peroxide on my wound. Of course, it stung.

She wiped it off. Gingerly, she kissed the wound. Then, Cameron wrapped it in dry gauze.

"There. That should make it better."

"You know what? It does. Thanks."

"Well, working in a medical clinic, you pick up some stuff here and there."

She went back into the kitchen to set the table and tossed a salad. I could smell the aroma of the casserole. As I put my shirt back on, she told me that dinner was ready.

I went into the dining room. She had two pink candles lit with a dazzling centerpiece. Two prepared salads were placed by each plate. Two wine glasses were set on the other side of the dish.

In she came with a sweet looking casserole. She brushed up against me and gave me a heaping helping. She hovered over me, waiting for me to try it and to give an opinion. I stuck my fork into it, brought it to my mouth, and ate the bite.

"Mmm. This is the best casserole I've ever had."

"I knew it would be. That's why I made it for you."

She poured a vintage red wine. She joined me at the table. As the meal progressed, she drew her chair closer to me. I felt her foot rubbing my leg. As we finished, she stood up and went back to the kitchen.

"I'll be right back with dessert."

Five minutes later, she came back, wearing a blue bra and white silk undies and carrying a can of whipped cream. She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.

Once again, she took off my shirt. I started to unfasten her top, but before I could remove it, she started to work on my pants. As she dropped my drawers, I lowered her bra. I lay her on her bed and slowly pulled down the silk panties.

She shook the bottle of whipped cream and sprayed it on her stomach, her beautiful breasts, and her private area. I lapped up the cream, starting from the stomach and moving upward. I was in no hurry, especially around her breasts. I licked around, kissed, and tenderly bit each nipple. I took my time in the valley between.

Having cleaned the top portion, I proceeded to the lower part. My tongue moved up and down the hair. Once I rinsed the whipped cream shampoo out, I set my sights on the Y. Although there was no cream there, my motor was still running, and I shifted it into high gear. She was shrieking like a banshee.

Now that her oven was warmed up, I inserted my hot dog into it to cook. Our tongues locked up. She couldn't keep her hands off me. Suddenly, the juices began to flow in the oven.

"Ooh, my hero!" she cried out. The meal was cooked well done.

As I got up to leave, she pulled me back.

"Wait. I'm still a little frightened to be left alone. Could you spend the night?"

I'd come this far. Why stop now?

All through the night, we continued kissing everywhere on the face. Finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up holding a pillow covered in slobber. I was dreaming.