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"Tiffany? Are you serious right now? I mean, is that REALLY what you think of me?"

"Of course..." she hummed.

What have you done to the poor girl...? You had never known her to act this way towards you, and it seemed that you were the cause of all this... 'I know I wanted to be the man of someone's dream. But this isn't what I wanted...' Tiffany's face was sticky with the cum you unloaded, so she scooped it all with two fingers and sucked it all off slowly, humming a contented sound. When she swallowed it all, she lightly brushed her fingertips down her throat.

"I couldn't tell you this before," she smiled, "but I had a dream about you. Last night and the night before..." At first, you wanted to help her on her feet, but another discussion about dreams piqued your interest.

She went on to explain that the first dream she had involved you and her at a football game. Things turned out bad at first, but during the final quarter, you ran naked on the field and people laughed at that, and remembering it made her chuckle, too. "But then..." She got a bit sultry, caressing her upper body softly. "Everyone got excited at seeing how BIG you were... My team fucked each other in a lesbian orgy, and the audience enjoyed it, too. Even the football teams joined to watch you and me."

The more she told of her dream, the more excited she seemed to get. She pinched both of her nipples and pulled at them, recalling every exquisite detail of her erotic dream. And strangely, something about the dream seemed familiar...

Somehow... But then you forgot why...

"And the best part...?" she panted. "When you ravaged my pussy, you said the most romantic things to me... You told me of your crush on me, the regrets you had of not asking me out first. And it was so hot!" She clutched her breasts and rolled them into each other, thinking of something else says she leaned her head back.

"Well, what about your other dream?" you inquired. That was when her smile got very... Slutty.

"Ohh...!" she groaned in bliss. She stood up and stood inches from you, nose-to-nose when she whispered, "That was the best dream I've had in a long time..." she said it started with her back in middle school. "Someone completely different was sitting in your chair, staring at me." She turned her gaze to the side, saying, "And it felt familiar..." Her smile quickly returned as she continued. "And there you were, by the teacher's desk. You were more confident then I had ever seen you. But we felt as though we were strangers, even though I knew this was the right person to be with..." She swayed as though dancing to a slow, silent beat. Or... Like she was drunk. "I just gazed into your smoldering eyes, and I just GAVE myself to you." Her hands slid all over your chest, infatuated with you.

"Tiff." After that sexual episode recently, you just put her arms down at her side, feeling a little uncomfortable. "We got to get back to class. Someone will see us here. Someone will wonder where we are." She looked disappointed, whining like a little dog. But she rebounded and got herself dressed, telling you something else all the while.

"I promise you, lover boy... Next time we get together, I'll have a very special present for you..." She left first, giving you a quick peck on the lips. Then you returned to your desk, part of you trying to figure Tiffany's mind: is there even a plan anymore...?