Creepy Dream

I craned my neck when a hand touched me below my boobs. I dug my fingers into his skin and I let it slide with his sweat all over his back.

"Oh, ahh God."

"You want that?"

I giggled when he licked my ears over and over again as if it was my mouth.

"Touch me." I caught my breath.

"Just touch?"

I opened my eyes when I felt his hands down there. He went in front of me and kissed me harshly on the lips.

"Tell me, just touch?"

"Ohh, ride me!" I became hysterical when I felt his hand moving so fast and wild on my thing. I was surprised by how sweet that is in my feelings.

He put a finger inside me and it made me lose my senses. I gripped hold of the comforter and bit my lower lip until I tasted blood.

It was so much that I felt something throbbing in my stomach.

"It's coming," I whispered.

"Yeah?"

My eyes widened to life when he ate me down there. His tongue played it's way inside me and moved it like a kid wanting more candy.

"Ahh, stop!"

It's coming!

My body shivered when I cummed and yet he didn't stop. I was so sore and my body relaxed from that massive climax.

"You like that?"

I grinned. "I'm up for more."

He kneeled on the bed with only his brief. I raised my foot and let him feel it. He let out a deep breath as he looked up.

He suddenly pushed my foot away and removed his only underwear. My eyes circled when I saw his glory standing so firmly in front of me.

"Uh, I think we have a little misunderstanding here," I uttered.

"I love misunderstanding."

He lay on top of me and pinned both my hands. "Wait, wait-"

"Hush. I want a hot misunderstanding with you."

"Lei, wake up!"

I immediately got out of bed because of that booming voice as well as that horrifying dream!

"What? Am I a ghost?" Sarah mumbled.

I held a pillow and threw it at her. "You stupid hag!"

"What's happening? Did I miss something?"

She was standing near my room door with a spatula in her hand.

"You're cooking!"

"So what, Lei? This is not the first time I have cooked for you."

I held my head. That freaking dream. I don't even know who it was. It doesn't have a face. It just came out of nowhere.

"Ooh, hot head in the morning, are we?"

"Stop it, Sarah. I had a dream."

"A wet dream, to be specific?"

I rolled my eyes. Sarah is so used to me. He has been my best friend for two years. We don't live together but I am so used to her coming to my house for no reason and just cooking.

We went to the kitchen and Sarah continued cooking the chicken she was frying.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked as I got myself a glass of water.

"Oh, now, the princess is asking what happened yesterday."

"I'm serious, Sarah. What happened? I had to know. I just had a wild creepy dream."

"Or a wild steamy dream?"

"It was creepy, okay! We were going on that part."

Sarah then laughed so loudly that I bet the person next door could hear it. I pouted and sat on the chair. I live in a studio-type apartment. Good for two people, but luckily, I am one person. Sarah still lives with her parents and she doesn't sleep there. I only have a small bed for me. One table and a chair whenever I eat. Two plates and utensils for me and Sarah. This is how I live my life.

"Indeed, steamy."

"Sarah, did I happen to do that with someone?"

"Excuse me, how would I know? It's not like I'm going to watch you do that."

I sighed. And for two years, I never had a decent talk with my best friend.

I rolled my eyes at her. It's not that I'm letting myself think of that guy. It was only a dream, thank good God. I've never done that part. I've been touched, but not that part.

I'm virgin. It's not that I'm proud of saving myself. I just don't want to do that.

"You were with that very sexy man," Sarah mentioned.

My mouth parted. "You mean I really did it with someone?"

"No, just kiss."

I suddenly relaxed. Fuck, I thought it really happened.

"He was so damn hot. Was he the one in your dream?"

"I can't remember him."

She turned to me, pointing the spatula at my face,

"You're telling me you forgo that kind of face?"

"Was I not drunk?"

"No!" she hissed. "You didn't even drink."

I only shrugged. "Maybe he drugged me."

I just really can't remember him.

"That kind of face?" She looked up as if really thinking. "I don't think so."

"Looks can be deceiving, Sarah."

"Wow, coming from the one who's been deceived so many times."

I glared at her and aimed to throw her the glass I was holding. "Watch your mouth!"

"Did you kiss him because you thought he had money?"

I stopped from walking when the memory that happened yesterday flashed into my mind.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

I remember his touches and kisses. The way he moved me sexily on top of him. I closed my eyes and tried to see his face. His eyes were hazel nut and his hair was black. His beard was trimmed so clean and his jaw was so sexy. He stuck out his tongue and licked my neck. I looked up and felt the hotness of his.

"Hey!"

I blinked when I got back from reality.

"H-Huh?"

"What do you mean, "huh"? I'm asking what time you are going to the club today?"

I made a face and left her there. I went inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I stared at myself. The man from yesterday. I know his features now that I remember him. He wasn't the man in my dream.

Was it because he was smoking hot? That's why I had that kind of dream? This is the first time it has happened. Most of the time, my wet dreams are the men I am fantasizing about. They would have a face in my dream that would make me more wet when I wake up.

I shook my head. I want to come clean today.

I removed my tight small shirt and my panties. Mostly, I walk around the house naked and Sarah has no say about that.

I took a brisk shower and applied lotions to maintain the soft skin that I have. Many people would assume that I am trying so hard to keep my skin delicate because of my job. They are all wrong. I was born with nice and fair skin. My mother has delicate glass skin.

"Will you come with me?" I asked Sarah after our breakfast.

"No. Paul called me and asked for this day."

"For sex?"

"For work, you idiot!"

I took my things and lazily uttered, "Oh."

I grinned when I saw her blush. "Stop joking around. Your jokes suck."

I took a last sip of coffee before I opened the door. I looked back at her. "Who says I'm joking?"

I stuck my tongue out before I hurriedly closed the door. I was laughing inside the elevator. Sarah works for a newspaper team and Paul is her boss. She has a long-time crush on him and my best friend is too shy to get him on the bed.

"Lei?"

I turned around. "Carson, yes?"

He handed me a piece of paper. "Here's your water bill. You didn't pay last month and I need it double this time."

"Yeah, sure." I hid the paper in my bag.

"I am serious, Lei. Or else I will make you move out of this apartment."

"I know, I'm sorry, Carson." I massaged his shoulder. "I just really needed something lately, so I spent all my money. But rest assured that I will have it this month."

"I'm c-counting on that, Lei."

I waved my fingers at him and blinked. "Bye, Carson."

My face changed suddenly to a disgusting emotion when I turned my back on him. His apartment is not even good. I just chose it because it's the cheapest.

I rode a taxi on my way to university.

I noticed the driver kept on looking at me through the rearview mirror. I giggled secretly when I caught him looking at my cleavage. I was wearing tight black pants and a tiny silver top that showed a bit of my stomach and much more cleavage.

"They won't let you in at school wearing that," he suddenly spoke.

"Oh, it's fine. I know the principal." I smirked.

"You even left a mark." He shook his head as if really disappointed. "What is happening to young people nowadays?"

I chuckled. "I'm thirty-two."

He seemed shocked. He parked the car in front of the university, I told him.

"I'm not here to study. I'm here for my husband," I said before I closed the door. His mouth had parted when I left him.

I giggled.

"Hep!"

My brows raised when the guard stopped me. "You can't enter with those clothes."

"I have an appointment with the dean."

"The problem is the clothes, not anything else."

"Let me fucking in or you will be fired."

The guard stared at me as if to know who I was. When he can't stand it anymore, he lets me pass.

"Be quick!"

"Oh, I hate quicky," I whispered.

I headed to the faculty room to talk to the dean. And like what happened outside, the facilitators were looking at me as if I was a mean girl. I smiled. This is how I want it to be.

"Hi, I am the supreme president. May I help you?" A small girl approached me.

"Oh, it's fine. I know my way."

"You're informed that it is the school you're going to, right?"

"I am very much informed."

"Small clothes are not allowed."

"Ask your guard. He let me pass."

I continued walking. Damn, I hate people who ruin my time. Time is gold.