Margot’s Rumour

Margot's Dream

 - POV Margot- 

Dream Scene

My eyes fell on his, but I didn’t turn away. I begin to flush and feel myself go tingly. Blood rushes to my panties, wetness pools. I feel myself straighten, arching my back ever so slightly so my large breasts are no longer hidden by the blazer. His eyes dip down to see how developed I am. His smile grows even wider. And his tongue seductively runs across his bottom lip. 

We are alone, the classroom is empty. 

He pushes his desk away, his legs akimbo. Wide and open. As he’s in a half slouch on the chair. I want to run to him, jump onto his lap, have his arms wrap around my legs, and slowly move up my kilt. Till both, his hands are clenching my butt cheeks. Digging in and squeezing. 

But I just keep staring at him. 

He leans forward. Elbows on his knees. But then he looks away! 

No, look at me! My body cries.

He shakes his head, still smiling. And gets up. Now I can see how tight his pants have become. A noticeable bulge is forming. It’s now my whole view, as he walks across the room to me. The bulge at eye level. Getting bigger and more fierce with each step closer to my mouth. 

My hand reaches out, I need to free it! To see it! I want it. 

But instead, another hand gingerly touches mine. Our fingers touch. And then interlace. His hands are strong and tougher than mine. But have the same heat. Another hand, the one not in mine, reaches out and I know instinctively he’s asking me to stand. 

I do, not breaking our eye contact. His smile is gone, replaced with something more seductive. His eyes are kind but his jaw is clenched like he was holding back so much raw energy. I can see that though his breathing is deep and long, it’s heavy and measured. Like he’s forcing himself to concentrate on it. 

My breath is gone. My heart is beating so fast, I feel like it’s a hummingbird’s heart. At any moment it will burst forth, and actually fly away. My lower stomach is quivering, an almost pleasant feeling but it wants more. It seems hungry for more. 

Santiago leans down, coming closer to my face. Our lips are inches away. But our eyes are still locked. I stand my ground. I want this. I’m brave enough not to move away, but not brave enough to close the remaining space and plaster my lips to his. 

As I think this, I break our eye contact to look at his lips. It’s then that he suddenly moves like a Predator capturing his prey, who foolishly walked into his trap. All that once his right arm is around my waist pushing me against him. His left-hand squeeze mine and then releasing it to tangle itself in my hair, cupping my head and keeping me in place. 

His lips met mine. Not softly but powerfully.  Pushing against mine with such force it feels like fireworks are exploding on them. But it’s not a stunted kiss like those teen movies where everyone freezes as soon as their lips touch. No, this was different.

His lips were moving, mine mimicking. Dragging his lips down and ever so slightly off of mine.  He nips at my bottom lip. Not his teeth but almost sucking it with his own lips. 

I moan. It feels so lovely.

Santiago takes this chance to recapture my mouth. This time sending his tongue in. It dances with mine, and we continue playfully with nips and gentle bites. 

When I moan he seems to moan. But whereas mine is airy and feels like pleasure escaping, his are guttural growls. Like he’s holding back and dying to jump forward. Like those standard cars revving and bouncing at a stoplight, just waiting for the green light to floor it. 

I feel his tension building. He keeps pressing into me and I can feel his hardness. It can’t be hidden anymore. In the brief second our lips are parted between a pressing kiss and nibble, I whisper YES.

His groan is loud this time as he pushes me further down so I’m practically laying down on the school desk. The hand that was on my waist is now pushing up my skirt. Checking my body is as willing as I seem, he’s not disappointed.  His hand moves from me to his belt. 

Staring down at me with both hands on my hips, he pulls me quickly to the edge of the desk. It’s so fast I let out a short scream.  He grins and seems to like me screaming. He then reclaims his spot over me, I can feel him pressing so close, so very close just pressing, I feel the weight, I feel the pool of my own wetness ready for him. I feel my mouth water for his lips, my mouth slightly open waiting for him to reclaim that too.

And then…

And then… 

And then … nothing. 

There is no ending, no climax to the story. Literally... 

The alarm goes off, and the weight that I felt so vividly was Santiago was really just my cat Levi asleep along my chest. But I am clearly wet. And feel a bit lightheaded for just waking up.