《Me and You: The Beginning》1.
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Alex's POV
All I felt was a hot breath on my ear. My eyes flew open and there she was hovering over me. Her thighs pressed against mine as she looked down at me. I didn't see much, but I managed to see a lot of pink straps.
She
Looked
Hot.
I don't know what made these thoughts come to my mind but I had no time to think. Her soft voice whispered naughty things she wanted to do to me and I was getting wetter by the second.
"Hi there," she whispered in my ear. I tried to speak, but no sound came out.
"Cat got ya tongue?" She smiled against my ear. She nibbled my earlobe and I whimpered.
"Do you know who I am?" She whispered in my ear once more. I shook my head to say no and then it hit me.
Who is this woman and why is she on top of me? I can't believe I didn't realize this sooner.
She moved from my ear and then smiled. As she moved, her long hair tickled my skin and she said, "you will soon." Her soft fingers gently trailed along my face, down to my neck and she stopped at my nipples. My body reacted to each of her touches and I couldn't understand why. I don't like girls, I thought to myself. Why is this affecting me so much?
Before I could answer myself, her soft lips were on mine and I moaned into them. Her thighs continued to grip mine and my hands wrapped around her waist. Her skin was the softest thing I had ever touched. We continued kissing passionately, our tongues swirling around each other's and I think I fucking lost my mind. I have never felt this way before and it was with a girl. I pushed the thoughts away and continued to kiss her while her thighs gripped me even harder. While she kissed me, her fingers slid down to the front of my bra where there was a zipper.
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"Lucky me," she whispered against my lips, "this zipper makes things easier for me." She slid down the zip and pinched my left nipple softly. I moaned into her mouth as the sensation felt amazing. She continued to pinch it while kissing me, stroking my tongue with hers. She then stopped kissing my lips, to kiss my neck. She planted soft, little kisses and I moaned with approval. She was doing all the right things to turn me on even more. She then reached my nipple and started to nibble on it softly. I moaned as she continued to tease my left nipple with her mouth, and my right nipple with her soft fingers. I closed my eyes as the sensation was driving me wild.
There was a knock on the door.
Who the fuck is knocking? Why now? I groaned and opened my eyes.
What the fuck?
There was no girl, it was morning, and my mom was knocking at the door to get ready for school.
What?
Was that a dream?
Why the fuck was I dreaming about girls?
I sighed. This cannot be happening.
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