Dreamer : Collection of erotic short stories

She is nervous. Tonight is the night. Jonathan is waiting for her in the hotel lobby. She looks in the miroir one last Time. She replaces a lock of hair and straightens her dress. She had choose it only for him. Short enough to show her pretty legs but still long enough to let imagination go wild. She smiles; she is ready. In the elevator, she becomes nervous. Butterflies flutters in her stomach as the elevator goes down. « This is it, it’s happening tonight. » Jonathan is the best friend of Keven, Sarah’s older brother, since kindergarden. She had always like him, even when he was mean to her and pulled her hair. But recently, her affection grows in something else, something stronger. He is always in her thoughts, in her dreams, in her fantasms… she wants him more than anyone in the world. How could it have been otherwise? Which sane girl could resist to his natural charisma, his sparkling eyes… and his smile! « Obviously, not me » She never thought she could have a chance, but sometimes, life give you a chance to fulfill your dreams and you have to take it! Each year, the university where his brother and Jonathan studies organizes a trip to Washington for undergraduate students. Two days, two nights, a lot to visit and a lot to drink (not provided by the university). After hours of supplications and a lot of chores exchanged, his brother finaly agrees to take her with them for the weekend. She had always dreamed to see the White House, she said to him to convince him. If he had know the true reason, he would never had accepted that Sarah come to this trip. « Poor brother, if only you knew the true… Nah! It’s better not! » His brother was already in the reception room where a improvised party takes place with students of another university. Jonathan had proposed to wait for Sarah to let him test the waters instead. The elevator doors opens and Sarah sees him, leaning casually on a vending machine. When he sees her, he stands on his feets and smile. - Well, you took your time! A few more minutes and I’ll have to call the cops! Are you coming, Keven is waiting for us. Sarah smiles as a answer. She can’t speak, her heartbeat is too fast, like everytime she is around him. He puts his arms aroud her and they go to the basement where the party is. The room is full of students, most of them already drunk. Everywhere, there are couples kissing, guys fighting and people dancing like there is no tomorrow. Keven is playing beer-pong with three other students, encouraged by a very pretty blond girl in a very tiny red dress. He notices Jonathan and Sarah and waves at them. - Hey John! You arrive right on time for my triumph, he says without looking at them, his eyes focus on the game. He throws the ball and it land right in the last glass’s middle of the opposing team. His teammate congrate him, followed by the pretty blond, a bit too demonstratively to Sarah’s taste. He finaly turns to look at them. He frowns. - Lucky that I ask you to take care of my sister, John… look at what she's wearing! - Well, she’s old enough to wear what she wants to wear and to show what she wants to show. That’s not my job to dress her, Kev. - It’s my sister that we’re talking about John. Sarah, go change yourself, your dress is too short. - What! It’s not too short! It’s mid-thigh, I can even wear it at school! - My trip, my rules. Go change your dress right now or I’ll lock you in our room! Sarah looks at him, arms crossed, angry. She wants to argue, but Jonathan takes her shoulder and squeezes it. - Come on Sarah, I’ll go with you and we’ll come back to the party after. Kev! Keep me a few, don’t eat them all. Jonathan winks at a cute brown girl near him and leave the room with Sarah at his side. They don’t say a word while they wait for the elevetor nor while they go up to the room. Butterflies still flutters in Sarah’s stomach. « He defends me against my brother for the dress, he must like it! I have to find something else to wear… something sexy despite what Keven wants. » When they arrive at Sarah’s room, she turn to him, her cheeks slightly rosy. - Do you… do you want to come in? He shrugs his shoulders then smile. - Yes, good idea! While you change clothes, I can find where Kev stash his rum. Sarah blushes, nodding her head, then open the door. She throws the keys on the entrance desk and take of her shoes. Then, she takes out her suitcase from under her bed and open it. Jonathan sits on the bed right above her. « Jonathan is on my bed! Come on girl, breath! Everything’s fine. » He leans over her, the warmth of his breath brush her neck. She shivers without he notice it. She is unable to concentrate, he is too close to her. She only wants to rip of his shirt and kiss him passionately. She shakes her head to chase her thoughts. « Relax Sarah and concentrate yourself! You have to find something to put on… other than him. Sarah!! » She mentally slaps herself than turns to Jonathan. He is only a few inches from her. His lips are so close… too close… she takes a deep breath. - Can you give me some space? I’m trying to find something to wear and you don’t help at all! - If you want, I can choose for you. I’ve great taste for fashion you know! She doesn’t answer and looks at him, doubtful. He bursts out laughting. - Alright, I’m really bad at dressing women. For undressing them on the other hand… Sarah does not answer and turns around to hide her rosy cheeks. « If you want, you can undress me anytime, anywhere Jonathan! Sarah! Come on, take a deep breath and take a dress, any of these. » She searches in her suitcase and finaly takes out a pretty floral dress. Jonathan leans on the bed while Sarah gets up. She does not move, embarrassed. - I… I’m going to change in the bathroom. - Good idea, I’ll wait here. She walks quickly to the bathroom without looking back. She closes the door, but not completely. « In case of… » She undresses and try the dress. - Shit! - Is everything alright in there? Do you need help? - I… i***t! Sarah gets out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her brest to hide her underwear. Jonathan raises a eyebrow, surprised. She looks at him, embarrassed and stammers : - I… I take my night gown. Jonathan looks at her for a moment, his eyes wide, than bursts out of laugh. Sarah blushed even more embarrassed. - Keven wouldn’t approve, that’s for sure. She bends down in her suitcase to search someting else to wear, holding her towel firmly. « You could let your tower down to see how Jonathan would react. It could easily pass for a accident » She takes out a simple black skirt and a slightly transparent burgundy t-shirt. « Perfect! It’s dark down there, Keven will never notice that it’s transparent. But Jonathan… ». She walks again to the bathroom while Jonathan stands up and starts to search for Keven’s hidding rhum. She comes out a few minutes later, after doing her hair again. Jonathan is on all four, rummaging under Keven’s bed. - I knew it, he says getting up. I knew this asshole had some rum left somewhere. He turns to Sarah and looks at her from head to toes for a moment. - Wow… you’re... He clears his throat and opens the bottle of rum. He takes a sip before turning back to her. - Keven would propably not aprouve it, but I do. You look gorgeous Sarah. - Thanks, she answers, blushing slightly. « Good job Sarah, you hit the nail on the head… nor his stud. » She walks toward him and takes the bottle from his hand. - I’m not sure that Keven would approuve that either. - If you say nothing, I won’t say anything. She takes a sip from the bottle and gives it back to him. Jonathan takes one sip too, closes the bottle and throws it back under the bed. He clears his throat again while running his hand through his hair. -We sould go back downstairs, he’s going to wonder where we are. Sarah nods and puts back her shoes. She takes the keys and closes her bedroom door.Their way back is quiet. Awkwardly quiet. She keeps glancing Jonathan who seems particulary interested in the elevator ceiling. They cross the hotel lobby and go down the few steps that leads to the room where the party is. Keven is still playing beer-pong, but with different opponents. - There you are! You had take your time. You’re lucky that I trust you John, otherwise, I would had no choice but to beat you to death for staying that long upstair with my sister. - Calm down Kev, Sarah is like my little sister, I won’t touch her. His words echo in Sarah’s head. « Little sister… that’s how he see me… » The news is hard to swallow. She wants to yell at him that she is not his sister, that he can do whatever he wants with her… anywhere he wants! That she doesn’t care of what Keven is thinking. She is old enough for that, for everything. She watches her brother finish the game without paying attention. The music seems muted, everything is in slow motion. « Little sister… » She shakes her thoughts away and come back in the present, at the party. His brother is occupied with the pretty blond with the red dress. She congrats him for the victory with a big french kiss while Jonathan, a drink in the hand, is talking with a gorgeous redhead with a very large brest. She sighs. « Fine! If I can’t have you, I’ll have someone else in that case. And I really hope that you’ll notice it. » She walks to the bar, takes a glass of punch and drinks the half of it in one straight. She grimaces, the punch is strong. A young man, propably the same age as Jonathan, accosts her, a big drunking smile on his face. - Wow… you’re beautiful miss. Did it hurt when you fall from the heaven pretty angel? Sarah does not answer and roll her eyes. « Seriously? ». The young man comes closer, too close to her and takes her waist. He approaches her ear and whispers : - I bring you to my room and you show me how it feel to be in heaven? His breath smells like alcool. She pushes him away. - Thank’s, but no thank’s. Anyway, I’m not sure that you can do someting in your state. - Is it a challenge, beautifull, he answers, taking her by the waist again. - She said no, so get the f*ck off. Sarah turns around. Jonathan is near her, arms crossed, black gaze fixed on the drunk man. This one juge him for a moment, then shrugs his soulders and leaves to find another one-night stand. - I can take care of myself, thank you, says Sarah while turning to face Jonathan. - I just wanted to help you, he seemed very painful. - Well, I already have a brother to take care of me. Sarah gets up and take a few steps before coming back to Jonathan. - And by the way, I’m old enough to know whant I want… and who I want. Without saying another word, she leaves him there, open-mouthed, and go finds her brother who is chatting with a few students. She tries to follow the conversation, but doesn’t have the heart for it. She stays in her corner, watching the others have fun. Her brother have been missing for half a hour now, the pretty blond with the red dress too. Jonathan drinks one drink after another, discussing here and there with pretty brunettes dressed like top models. She looks away, she doesn’t want to see him anymore. « You’ve been stupid to think that someone like him would want someone like you. Especially when he can have those perfects chicks with their perfects curves. » She feels the tears coming to her eyes. « Great, now you just have to cry to prove him that you’re just a little girl like he thinks you are. » She gets up and leaves the room. Anywhere she looks, there are couples kissing and cuddling. She’s heading for the steps when someone graps her wrist. She turns around, ready to throws insult at her assailant but stop dead. Jonathan is standing there, tottering with glassy eyes. He clearly drank too much. - Where are you going Sarah? - In my room, I have enough of this party and seeing everybody have fun but me. - Alright, I’m coming with you. I promised Kev to watch and protect you like you’re my little sister. Sarah suddently feels out of control. She frees her arm and takes a few steps away from him. - I’m not your sister, she yells at him. I never was and I’ll never be! Put that in your f*cking head. Jonathan looks at her, stunned, his mouth closed. Without another word, she turns on her heels and walks up the stairs as fast as she can. She holds back her tears as she strides towards the elevator. She can’t take it anymore. She feels so stupid… she wants to go home right now. The elevator is vacant. She presses her floor button too hardly. The doors are almost closed when a couple, who must have been at the party, jumps in the elevator with her. Even if Sarah was there with them, they don’t mind to kissing more and more fiery. « Enjoy it before he changes his mind and sees you as his little sister. » The doors opens and the couple goes out, tangled in each other. Sarah’s room is two floors higher. Luckily for her moral, no more couple enters in the elevator. She is alone. On her floor, she takes a few steps and finds her room. She sticks her ear to the door. Everything seems quiet. « At least, my brother had the good idea to go f*ck somewhere else. Be homeless would have been ever worse. » She discretly opens the door, holding her breath in case they have been only quiet. The bedroom is vacant. She heaves a long sigh and throws herself on her bed, face first, without taking off her shoes. After a few minutes, she turns on the bed and looks the ceiling. She thinks about the couple in the elevetor. « It could have be me… it should have be me. But no, Mister is too stuck to even think of me that way. That fool. If he knew what I feel for him, would he change his mind? Whatever, like he says, I’m like his little sister… and you don’t f*ck your little sister. » After a minute, she sits on her bed and looks at the clock. 1h30 in the morning. She doesn’t want to sleep, not with everything on her mind. She needs to change her thoughts. « F*ck off… » She lies back on the bed and brings her fingers to her crotch. « If I can’t have Jonathan to pleasure me, I’ll have to do it myself ». She slips her hand under her string and starts some circular movements. « Mmmmm… It feel so good… Mmmmmm… More….Ah yes! Jonathan! » She breathes loudly, her cheeks are turning red. She is going to come… she is almost there. Suddently, someone knocks on the room door. She jumps, surprised. « s**t! » She doesn’t want to answer, so she resumes where she left off. Another knock on the door. « Son of a b***h! » She removes her hand and gets up to answer the door. She opens the door, impatient, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She freezes. Jonathan standing in front of her, his hands on either side of the door. He looks at her a moment, completely lost. - I… She doesn’t give him the opportunity to say anything. She is wet and wants only one thing : him. She grabs his belt, tucking her fingers into his pants. Jonathan looks at her, startled. He opens his mouth, but closes it without saying a word. He opens it again but closes it immediately. He is speechless. Sarah slightly pulls his belt and presses her hips against his. He shivers and firmly grips the door frame. She comes closer, rubbing her hips against his belt one more time. She brushes his ear with her lips as she getting closer to him. - Jonathan, I was just thinking about you, she says in a soft voice. Doing something that my brother would certainly not approve. He shivers again, firming his grip on the door frame. He doesn’t move and closes his eyes a moment. Sarah is pleased, she has a effect on him. She pulls again on his belt to be closer. Shivers runs through her body when she feels his erection. She smiles and kisses his neck, right under his ear. - Sarah… I… I... - If you come inside, you can do whatever you want with me. She recedes slightly to give him access to her lips. « Come on, kiss me! Take me and f*ck me! ». Jonathan stares a her, deeply, then releases the door frame and turns on. He leaves her there and walks to his room, wich is the other side of the corridor, a few doors away from her’s. He doesn’t even look at her and violently closes the door. Sarah stays there a moment, agape. « What? It’s a joke right? He’ll come back… there’s no way he can just leave me there. He have to come back! Maybe he’s just going to take a shower to sober up. Yes that must be it, he want to be at his best for me! » At this thought, she smiles and closes the door. She throws herself on the bed and stays there a few minutes. « s**t! I have to be ready for him, he can come here anytime now! » She gets up and go to the bathroom. She fixes her hair, brushes her teeth, puts some perfume and cleans herself where it matter. Then, she comes back on the bed in a very suggestive way. She stays there, motionless, during 10 minutes then turns on her back and watchs the ceiling during at least 20 minutes. « Damn, what can take him so much time? He wants to be desired! » After a hour, she resignes herself; he won’t come back. She is furious, she wants to throw everything out the window. « The bastard, he lefts me here alone. After everything I’ve done, he still doesn’t want me! » She takes her head in her hands. She should never have come, it was a waste of time. He have been clear, she is like his little sister. « His sister… his f*cking little sister. F*ck you! » She gets up and hits her pillow. - Fuck you! She closes her eyes and breathes slowly. « Calm down Sarah… inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale. » She opens her eyes, she is much calmer. She doesn’t want to destroy anything anymore. « Too bad for him, he doesn’t know what he’s loosing! » She sits on the bed and opens the television. « How can I sleep after that! » She watches the television for about an hour, zapping stations one after another, then closes it. « If at least it have some porn on tv! But no, nothing! » She sighs and closes her eyes. She must have dozen off because she gets caught by a « Bang » from the room next to her’s. She kneels on her bed and sticks her ear on the wall. - Ahhhhh yes… keep on… Ahhhhh! - You like it babe? You want more? - Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhh! The bed on the other room bangs against the wall, as the lovers keep on back and forth. « Are they kidding me? » She sits back on the bed, grumpy. - Ahhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh! Faster, ahhhhhhhhh! Her cheeks turns red while the bangs are going faster. « Alright, that’s enough! » She gets up and leave the room. She is abouth to knock on the next door to make them shut but turns around instead. « If he thinks that it’ll end like that… » She strides toward Jonathan’s door and knocks three times. She stays there a minute theen knock again. She waits another minute and sighs. « He must be sleeping ». She take a step back, but stop when she hears the door open. Jonathan emerges with a sleepy face.