S-Seth, ohh!!! "She howls with weeping pleasure when her tongue begins to discover the softness between her legs. Her hands pushed her head down to give her full access, she wants her tongue moistened inside. He moans when she crushes her hips into a circle to feel her mouth soaking up the juice of her sweet flesh.
She cannot take the heat anymore. She shoots her head avidly to enjoy her own taste from her mouth. He embraces it at the same time as it burns.
"I know you've been dreaming about this," his voice echoes in a savage sound to her ears while his tongue finds its way licking it.
"S-soo b-badd," her voice in a half-whisper has made him wilder that he drags her fleetly down to him. He begins to touch the sweet spot there to make a way to his entrance, a sweet moaning scream escapes from her lips. He groans back loudly when he discovered her wetness ready to welcome his thrust.
"You're so wet, baby," his voice hoarse. She doesn't have the force to answer instead just kisses him, letting him know she's ready for him. He didn't have any idea this is her first. She wants to faint of the sight of him clenching his teeth from the burning sensation as he touches his big manhood, preparing its access to the half-sore core between her legs.
"Please be gentle," she begged, torn between her desire for his high-low drive and her fear of her inexperience.
"No way, baby," he said as he crept inside her. Her eyes were closed. Her legs are trembling as she becomes aware of the unexpected pain that is beginning to spread around her softness.
"Ahhhhh Sethhh!!!" she screams a pain of ecstasy.
"Hey, wake up sleepyhead," she heard a peachy voice beyond her own brainwave.
She opens her eyes. She realized she was in her own cradle. Those two pairs of blue eyes that are ogling at her now are the same two eyes she saw in her wild dreams. The contrast is, those eyes out there were fed with a fiery passion. But now they're out of it.
"Was I moaning?" she asked, eager to know if she heard him moaning in her sleep.
" Huh? No, but your saliva was dripping," he uttered gayly thoroughly checking the corner of her mouth.
She quickly rises but remains seated in her bed beneath the soft fabric sheets. "That was hilarious," she says, not looking at him.
"Did you dream about what?" He asks as he sits beside the bed, his face just a few inches away from hers.
She suddenly feels discomfort with the situation. She unwittingly retracts her face. Seth is her gay best friend. They have been friends since young. They're right across the hall from each other. Their mothers were also best friends. Ironically, they became best friends too, not because they didn't have a choice but because they grew up together.
"Nothing, It's just a random dream with no story to tell," she said lazily.
"Now get up, the party is waiting," he exclaimed, cupping her face with his hands as he usually does.
She abruptly removes his hand from her face. She's sensing the familiar heat. Oh my goodness!! I shouldn't be in this frame of mind. Her thoughts screech.
"Is it today?" she asks avoiding sounding difficult as if she has no idea at all about the party.
"Yes, darling," he replied, grabbing her hands and pulling her out of the bed.
"I can stand up on my own, but please don't touch me, okay?" She said as she drew her hands back.
"Okay, fine. You sound strange today," He concludes loudly. He had noticed her discomfort earlier. He may be gay, but he knows when women are on the line.
"No, I'm not," she says as she pulls herself out of bed. It's too late to notice she's only wearing black underwear. Seth looks down, amused, but perplexed when she begins to move quickly, searching for something to cover her half-nakedness.
"What's up with you? I've already seen a bunch of that, Abby," he laughs as he says those words, it's true that he has seen those several times.
"Oh, yeah, I know," she says. She tries to look for the presence of his desire in his eyes, but she doesn't see anything. In her dreams, she remembered him staring at her with the hunger of a wolf. This is becoming obsolete.
Abby, get up! She reminded herself of this. It had all been a dream. Seth Donovan Ferguson is the man standing here right now. Your gay best friend for life, remember, for life.
"Get ready, I'll be waiting downstairs," he finally said, adjusting his long-length shoulder hair in the huge mirror on the wall next to her bed.
"All right, woooshh you gooo!!!" She pushes her away from him without touching him. Before her dreams, she would push Seth as hard as she could towards the door, then he would carry her down to bed again, and they would weigh each other's bodies in turns until they ran out of breath. But now she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Hurry, the clock is ticking." His seductive voice reverberates throughout the room as he sways himself out.
She sits idly on the bed for a while longer. She recalls the type of Seth she met in her dreams a while back. His hair was unusual. It was precise. Still thinking about her dream, she uses her right hand to gently touch her softness, just below her thighs; she can still see Seth's head down there. It seemed real.
Argggggg!!!! She stands up, walks over to the mirror, and speaks to herself. Oh, what's going to happen to you now? Act normally; it's not a big deal; dreams happen all the time. It wasn't the first time you'd had wet dreams.
Except for this one occasion when I slept with Seth. And he was fantastic in bed.
"Are you finished, Abby?" Seth bangs on the door, rushing her out.
"Yeah, almost!" she responds. When she heard his feminine voice from the door, she rolled her eyes around. This is insane. In his dreams, he appeared to be very hot.
