I gasped as he latched on to my nîpple, his tongue sucking and licking. With his other hand he grasped my other breast with ardor. Teasing and tweaking my nipple as I threw my head back in pleasure. When had I taken my top off? My head was fuzzy with lust. I felt my trousers being pulled off and my legs being pried apart by a different pair of hands and gasped. What was my head thinking, a threesome? I never even in my wildest dreams imagined myself having a threesome. I was brought back to earth when the head before my most intimate of places was suddenly attacked. He sucked on my button with a passion I had never seen before and suddenly his finger entered my channel and started motioning inside me, releasing the most amazing feelings throughout my body. The man suckling my tîts released them and started to line up with my opening moving the man already between my legs out of the way. I was quivering with anticipation, as he got ready to slam into me.
BRING BRING BRING
My alarm clock brought me swiftly out of my slumber as I awoke in a hot flush. Recalling my dream had me blushing as I had never even had any sexual dreams before. I quickly got over it though as I realized that it was my first day at my new school. My first day of Senior Year!
I jumped out of bed and ran through my dressing room to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. 10 minutes later, I sat wrapped in my towel at my make up table doing my hair. I put on minimal make up then turned to get dressed into blue high-waisted skinny jeans and a racer back muscle tee. I ran downstairs to find my mum in the kitchen making pancakes.
‘Hey, sweetie. Did you sleep well?’ my mum asked
‘Um, yeah…’ I replied, blushing as I remember my dream.
‘I’m afraid I won’t be able to take you to school as I have to go into work early,’ Mum said
‘Okay, I guess I could walk’ I replied, desperately trying to work out how I get to school walking.
‘You could, or you could go on your motorbike.’
‘Yeah, I could – wait what?! My motorbike?’ I shouted
‘I got you a new one for in America, it was delivered this morning,’ she replied, I was so excited. I passed my motorbike test when I was sixteen in the UK and I knew I could drive a motorbike for three months in America before I had to retake my test. I ran out to the garage to see a flat black sportster bobber motorcycle.
I squealed in excitement and ran back into the kitchen and gave my mum a huge hug. Then I grabbed my backpack pulled on my leather jacket and pulled on my brown timberlands, ran back into the garage rammed the helmet on my head; glad I hadn’t spent that long on my hair. I kicked the bike into life then pulled out the garage and zoomed towards the school.
