Little Miss Perfect ✔~ trixya

Chapter 5: In My Head

Katya

Two weeks. Two weeks of fucking hell. 
Trixie has started to relax more around me which is good as we've actually started to really get to know eachother, but she also refuses to give in to any of my flirting. Most girls I've met who were stuck in the closet just needed like a couple days of me flirting with them and then we'd be making out in the changing rooms of my gymnastics hall.

Why the hell is this girl so difficult to crack?

Even worse is the fact that I'm genuinely starting to like being around her. Trixie is sweet, kind, funny, smart, and unlike anyone I have ever met. She makes me laugh more than anyone else and I am starting to like her so much that I actually look forward to math class, which I never in my life thought would happen.

I also recently learned that Trixie in a cheerleading uniform is hot... like seriously hot. Her two pieced uniform shows off her tiny little waist, stretches across her enormous tits, and her skirt barely covers her ass. God, when I first saw her in it, I just wanted to bend her over in the tiny skirt and eat her out until she screamed my name.

Of course, I can't do that, and that fact makes me feel more lonely than anything else in the world. All I can do is imagine her against me, which I'll admit, I've done way too much these past weeks.

I feel myself get riled up and I lay back on my bed, stuffing my hand inside my panties. In my head she's right there. Her honey brown eyes gazing at me with burning desire, her soft pink lips kiss my neck and I moan. She pulls off the top of her uniform revealing a pure white lace bra, her breasts threatening to spill out of it deliciously. Then her hands remove my clothes as I place two fingers underneath her which her dripping pussy devour. She rides them desperately as my clothing disappears.

I imagine her hand replacing mine, imagine it's her fingers fucking me hard and fast as I chase my high to image I've created of her in my dreams. Her fictional lips kissing my skin and whispering sweet nothing's in my ear to drive me towards release. Her boobs bouncing up and down as she rides my hand. 

"Ah.. oh, fuck.." I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"Baby, cum for me. Cum for me, Katya."  I hear her voice say in my mind.

"Oh god, TRIXIE!" I yell as I reach my high.

Fuck I have got to stop these creepy fantasies...

As much pleasure as they bring, they also bring an equal amount of heartbreak. I expected to flirt with Trixie for a bit of fun and because she is the sexiest girl I've ever seen, but now I know she is also so much more than that. Now I want her, truly want her. I wanna take her out to stupid dates and kiss her under the glow of shimmering moonlight.

But that won't happen...
I'm not even sure that she's really even into me at all, or if she's just so terrified of her own sexuality that any woman who flirts with her will make her a blushing mess.

Well, at least I can have her in my head. In my head I can be with her, even if the real world won't allow it. In my mind I can rip that stupid silver cross off of her neck and free her mind from the control of her religious views. In my imagination I can convince her that she won't hurt anyone by being herself. 

But unfortunately real life and fantasy is never the same...