Dropped in on

‘Who the fuck are you and where did you come from?!’ Was possibly what Daniel tried to say, once he had recovered enough from the fall to say anything. Though the garbled series of slightly winded noises didn’t actually sound anywhere near so coherent.

Either way, the half-naked girl who had just flown in through his bedroom window in the middle of the night seemed to get the gist. She leaned forward with a teasing smirk and put a finger to his lips.

“I’m the half-naked girl who’s just flown in through your bedroom window in the middle of the night, silly.” She stated, matter-of-factly. Stealing the rather obvious narration of the moment with sing-song cheek, and sealing it with a boop on the nose.

“Are you really going to waste time asking more complicated questions than that?”

“But-” The beleaguered owner of said bedroom began, still not quite able to terms with the sudden change of orientation and possible lump on the back of his head… not to mention anything else.

His scantily clad assailant sighed, a hint of world-weariness slipping through her chirpy persona that seemed genuine and timeless. With a swift movement, she skipped her hips up the young man’s body so that his head was now trapped between her thighs. Muffling any more protestations with a very apt application of the word.

“Nobody’s ever just happy to accept the good thing that’s come along! It’s always: ‘What’s the catch?’, ‘Where’s the cameras?’, ‘I must be dreaming.’”

Daniel couldn’t really offer any more thoughts on the matter, not without posting them through the wrong letterbox so to speak. The girl was wearing some kind of crotchless thong under her barely-there skirt. He had realised this in the brief flash of shaved pink as it approached. Now the tip of his nose was touching skin and his lips were pressed up against… lips, for want of a dirtier word. The hollows of his mind were suddenly filled with the strangely sweet and intoxicating scent of another person’s genitalia. In an instant he had been catapulted further down the path of ‘bases’ than he’d honestly thought he’d get. All those 18 years of secret plans and failed attempts and insecure longings, brushed aside by the casual collision of two bodies. The shock of it was mind numbing. She was right- It had to be a dream, albeit a very strange and physically demanding one.

“You know, it’s considered polite… when a lady shoves her pussy in your face… to get your tongue in there.” The girl informed him, looking down through the framing of her own ample breasts and enclosing thighs. The cheeky, playful lilt was back in her voice once more, though the line was delivered as calmly as would any common, everyday piece of advice.

Dan found himself at a juncture: All those ranting, raving forum posts spieled out by himself and those like him. Spelling out in excruciating detail every facet of every fantasised erotic scenario imaginable. All of them stated that such an action should never be expected. It was emasculating. Embarrassing. Unhygienic. It felt like a betrayal of every ounce of spite and bluster he’d held onto over the last few years, as life had got harder and the loneliness grown deeper.

On the other hand though… How many of them had actually ever had the opportunity to test those convictions? He was pretty sure everyone on those sites was full of shit. He certainly had been.

With a certain degree of trepidation, as if afraid it might bite back… Daniel probed out his tongue towards that rose-curtained entry.

“Good boy!” Came his reward from above, along with a generous tousling of his hair.