A Dreamy Encounter

Katie is in my Algebra class. Its a class of almost 80 students, yet Katie is the only one I see. Shes a freshman as well, not all that bright (based on the questions she asks in class), and more than a little awkward (then again, so am I). She has gorgeous brunette hair that goes halfway down her back. Some days she wears it in a ponytail, some days its worn down. Her eyes sparkle with life, a smile forever on her face. The thing is she doesn't know my name. Weve never spoken, never exchanged a glance (though many glances have been thrown her way by myself and others). She only speaks to me in my dreams. Hi, she said. Its Megan, right? I glance around. My eyebrows shoot up. Me? She nods. "Yeah yes Megan", I stammer. I stand up straight, clear my throat; try to look cooler than I am. "Did you do the homework last night? I didn't really understand it. So I'll just say I forgot." I chuckle. "I did it. But I don't think he's really going to care. It's college after all." Its her turn to smile and laugh. "Maybe so. Shall we go in?" We go in the classroom and it transports me to my dorm room. Maybe I'm just magic, she coos. I turn around and she has locked the door. You wont have to worry about Abby right now. I gulp a breath of air, unsure of my surroundings. I look at Katie standing in front of me. She takes off her shirt revealing her gorgeous breasts contained by a sheer, almost see-through bra. She walked towards me, dropping her shorts to reveal a matching pair of sexy underwear. She pinned me against the wall. I've been watching you in class, Meg, she breathed over my face. I want you and I think you want me. She yanked my shirt over my head and kissed my neckline, her lips exploring my neck, my collarbone, and the tops of my breasts. I feel my shorts being pulled down and I left my legs one at a time to help wriggle out of them. I go to kiss Katie but she stops me. I'm in charge, she whispers. My bra is unclasped and falls off, exposing my hardened nipples. Mmm,she smiles. Someones worked up. I close my eyes and gasp heavily as my wet panties are working their way down my legs. Keep your eyes closed, she commands. I felt her lips on my lower stomach, her hands groping my breasts and manipulating my nipples. I groaned, needing her to touch me lower. I instinctively grind towards her, hoping to make contact. And I do. The moan that escapes my lips as her tongue wraps around my clit is guttural. My mouth opened in pure pleasure, noises of every octave erupting. I slump to the floor as her fingers penetrate me, rubbing me from the inside, her tongue still doing magic tricks on my engorged clit. My hands grasp my breasts and I squeeze them hard, in ecstasy. My feet are splayed on the ground, my body in a mangled heap of pleasure. Shes using her hands on my clit now, darting her tongue inside of me. Hows that feel, baby, she says from far away. Im confused as to why shes so far away but so close to me. I moan again. Oh my god, dont ever stop. Please dont stop. She responds, but I cant hear her anymore. I can still feel her rubbing my clit and fingering me deep, but no intelligible words. A light shines on me, and I realize Im dreaming. I dont open my eyes just yet as I come to the conclusion that Im in my bed. My warm, cozy bed, and my hands are inside my panties. I feel around and my clit is stimulated and immediately I feel a ping of pleasure. I moan again, as I continue rubbing it, dipping a finger inside of myself. The pleasure begins to build and I shift, and hear something. I open my eyes tentatively, still stroking my clit. Abby is watching me from her bed, wrapped in her bedsheets. I yank my hand out of my panties. Abby, I gasp. Shes half sitting, half lying, red-faced. Shes as red as a tomato, and I dont know if its from embarrassment, arousal or both. She leaps out of bed in just her long tshirt and panties and leaves the room without saying a word. I lay back, unsure of my next move. I pull my panties down and roll up my pillow. I mount it, thrusting against it mercilessly. My orgasm starts to build immediately and I violently crash over the peak, groaning loudly. My body spasms as I maintain a tight hold on my pillow, still thrusting. I collapse onto the bed facedown and quickly put a hand to my vagina. Two fingers go in and one circles my clit quick and fast, as I come for a second time, moaning into my mattress. I turn over, spent, my shirt ridden up exposing my breasts, my legs splayed apart to reveal myself to anyone who opens the door. I breathe heavy, spent. Im focused on several things. One, I need to talk to Katie. Two, how am I going to talk with Abby after this, let alone look at her? And three, I want to come again. To be continued