I didn't really know how things had gotten to this point, but at the same time, I wasn't complaining as Ben's hands slipped down my naked sides, dipping down beneath the waistband of my shorts and tugging at them, a clear question in his eyes.
Slowly, I brought my hands down to his and helped him guide the elastic material over my hips. The shorts fell to the floor, leaving us both standing there totally naked.
It was exhilarating to see Ben like this. Everything about him turned me on, from those chiseled abs to the way he was grinning cockily down at me. And then, there was his manhood between us, thick and heavy, curving up towards his stomach, a clear display of his interest in me.
I reached out a nervous hand and experimentally wrapped it around his dick, giving a couple firm tugs, looking up to see his reaction. It was everything that I might have hoped it to be: his eyes were dark with lust, and he groaned softly. He couldn't seem to keep his hips still; he pushed forwards into my fist, rocking up into my grip like he needed more.
I needed more as well. I needed him to guide me backwards, to push me down against the bed, to mount me and to slot himself deep inside of me. I needed him to pump his hips back and forth against mine, to thrust into my folds and to lick kisses down the soft skin from my jawline to my collarbone. I needed him to claim me as his own, to do things to me that I had never allowed anyone else to do to me before. I needed him to…
I came awake with a startled gasp, blinking out into the blackness of the room and trying desperately to figure out where I was and what had just happened. I blushed brilliantly when I realized it was all a dream and that instead of feeling Ben sliding inside of me, I actually had a hand down between my legs and was responsible for the stimulation myself.
I glanced over towards Alex's bed, holding my breath, hoping that I hadn't woken her up with my noises. But it appeared that she hadn't come back that night after all—which was becoming a more and more regular occurrence. She was being very secretive about whoever it was that she was dating, to the point where I had started to wonder if maybe it was a teacher or something like that.
Whoever it was, I was incredibly grateful to them at the moment since it meant that I was alone in the room in the aftermath of my dream.
At the same time, I was also feeling incredibly unsure. I couldn't help but want to continue, but I wasn't sure if that was weird or not. Ben and I hadn't fooled around at all yet—we hadn't even kissed, much to my surprise. I wondered if it was just that he wasn't sure I was on board with it, or maybe I had read him wrong from the start and he wasn't the kind of guy who collected girls' numbers left and right.
Or maybe he thought we'd be better off as just friends.
I shivered a little as I shifted my hand. Although initially, I had planned on removing it from my panties and trying to fall back asleep—even though now I was feeling pretty keyed up—the way that it dragged over the velvety folds between my legs was…
I swallowed hard and thumbed lightly at my clit, moaning wantonly as the feeling sent sparkles of pleasure to my core. It would only take a moment to bring myself off, I reasoned with myself. And it wasn't like Ben or anyone else ever had to know.
I continued to play around a little, stroking at the skin and imagining that it was Ben's firm, strong fingers down there instead, that he was bending over me, kissing his way down from my neck to my breasts. I rolled my perky nipples between the fingertips of my other hand, imagining that he was tonguing at them, nibbling at them, playing with the smooth flesh even as his hand worked between my legs.
I gasped as I slid my fingers back inside of my entrance, tugging at the skin there. I shifted a little to give myself better access and-
I moaned, back arching and eyes falling shut as suddenly my orgasmed rocked through me. It was almost unexpected in how strong it was, although I knew that the dream had got me very near to the point of orgasm already. Still…
I lay there panting against the sheets for a long moment, unable to bring myself to move or even to open my eyes. Finally, I managed to drag my fingers away from my pleasure zone, although doing so sent another little shudder of overstimulation through my body.
I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. As I stared up at the ceiling, I couldn't help thinking that maybe I was getting in over my head. I had never felt this into a guy before. And there were so many other things that I had to focus on, like my classes and work.
But all the same, I knew that the next time Ben called me—if he called me, some small part of my mind reminded me snidely—I would be going along with whatever it was that he wanted to do.