Rainbow Eyes

Three

Three

I was dreaming; that I knew. But, unlike most dreams, this one seemed so real. Instead of seeing the dream, I was hearing and I was feeling it. I was asleep; my body lay sideways; left leg over my right, the blanket draped at the end of the bed and I could feel the sheer satin nightgown that hung onto my body, reaching only up to mid-thigh. I heard the door creak open, footsteps and the door clicking shut. The footsteps were male, that I just knew. I felt a warm, soft finger glide slowly from my toes, up to my ankle.

The finger turned into a warm, caressing hand as it trailed higher up my leg, shaping the sensitive area behind my knee, moving under the hem of the dress, feeling through the lacy material of my underwear and slowly guiding it down past my hips, through my thighs, sliding it past my ankles until it landed on the floor. I moaned settling on my back, the bed dipped as he lay next to me.

I hated not being able to see him. I whimpered, my center throbbing with an unquenchable need. His fingers softly traced patterns on my right thigh, slowly guiding them until they rested on my groin. A soft sound escaped my lips, a sound of a whimper and a moan. His fingers moved again, slowly, lightly towards the folds of my sex. His fingers were firm, but gentle. Massaging, circling my nub, making bolts of pleasure dash into my body.

Then I woke up.

My eyes snapped open, my breathing was shallow. I leaned my head onto my pillow and looked up at the ceiling, two nights have past and this was the second time I dreamed this same dream. I knew with his touches, he was gentle, he made me feel loved. But his teasing was brutal, I couldn’t take it.

I needed to feel this. My mind was clouded, I could hardly think. My right hand pulled up my shirt, my left hand pulled down the shorts and underwear until they were at one of my ankles. I spread my legs, my middle finger circling my clit; I gave in to the feeling. I focused only on the sensation. I moaned, my hips rotating with my finger. I pressed as I circled my clit, my lower abdomen felt light and heavy all at the same time. My breathing was coming in pants, my toes curled, my body shivered.

“Sis?” a knock went at my door “are you awake, yet?”

My finger stopped moving, my hips stilled. I shut my eyes. This was torture!

“We’re going to be late for school” she said

“Yeah,” I called back, hiding the pain in my voice “I’ll be right out”

She must have noticed, “Are you okay?”

I sat up, feeling a light stab in my lower abdomen. What was that? “I’m fine”

“Alright, come down when you’re done” she said, happily before her footsteps echoed away

I pulled my legs to the edge of the bed, slipping my feet into slippers and slipped into a white, flowing dress with white ballet flats.

“Morning” they greeted in almost a perfect unison as I entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” I replied, my lower tummy still ached. I perched myself up on a stool. Lena hadn’t said anything more than greetings to me since our crazy morning the other day. She avoided my eyes too. And Wilde, he was a different story. Wilde, Wilde, Wilde, Blevins, Louie, Wilde, Wilde, Louie Wilde. Devany Louie Wilde. A smile crept up my lips at the thought. I just met the guy and I was already imagining things.