The next morning

You’re still deep in the throes of a restless sleep when you feel something warm and wet brushing against your sensitive member. At first, you dismiss it as nothing more than an erotic dream, but then a familiar, sweet-smelling taste floods your senses, jolting you awake with a start.

“Jennifer?” You groan, squinting blearily at the clock on the nightstand.

She breaks away from your cock, her cheeks flush with satisfaction as she looks up at you through her lashes, a sly smile playing around her lips. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she purrs seductively, lowering herself and taking your stiff member back into her warm, wet mouth.

You groan, unable to contain your pleasure as her perfect little mouth slides up and down on your cock, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head with practiced ease. She knows exactly how to drive you wild—how to make you forget about everything else except for this moment, this incredible sensation coursing through your veins.

After several long, mind-numbingly good minutes of this wonderful ****, she finally pulls away again, a string of saliva connecting your cockhead to her pouty lower lip which she languidly licks off, looking at you with innocent eyes. “Mmmm,” she hums in satisfaction before reach down to remove her panties.

She takes the panties and slowly slides them down your shaft, trapping the head of your cock inside them. She tightens her grip and with a few more strokes she sends you over the edge. She slides her hand up and down your pantie covered shaft, milking every last drop of cum from you.

Your eyes are locked on to each other’s, like you are trying to stare deep into the other person’s soul. Jennifer takes a deep breath and bites her lower lip nervously before breaking eye contact for just a moment. When she looks back at you again, there’s something new in those emerald eyes of hers—a mix of desire and vulnerability that makes your heart race even faster.

“John,” she says softly, “I... I want to have sex with you.”

The words hang in the air between you like a cloud of sweet, heady perfume. Your mind replays them over and over again, trying desperately to process what it is that you just heard: Jennifer, your dream girl since freshman year, wants to sleep with you? It was real!

“J-Jennifer,” you manage to stammer out, “I... I mean, uh...”

Your mind goes blank as a wave of overwhelming euphoria washes over you. She wants this too! Jennifer, the girl who’s been teasing and taunting you for years now—she’s finally giving in to you? It felt like all of your wildest fantasies were coming true all at once.

“I... I don’t know what to say,” you eventually manage to croak out, your voice cracking slightly with nerves and excitement. “I mean, I—”

Jennifer giggles softly. She stands up from the bed and takes a hesitant step toward you, her breasts swaying enticingly beneath that tight top.

“Just be yourself,” she whispers softly against your ear before pulling away again with a shy little blush creeping across her cheeks. “I... I want this to be special for both of us.”

You wrap one shaking hand around hers, squeezing tightly to reassure her that this is really happening—that she has chosen you—and then with a nervous little groan, you lean forward, pressing your lips firmly against hers in a fiery kiss that burns away all of your remaining doubts and insecurities. Jennifer gasps softly into your mouth at first but soon meets you halfway, her tongue dancing teasingly with yours as she wraps her slender arms around you tightly.

Finally, she pulls away with a satisfied little moan, her cheeks pink with desire and excitement. “We have the entire day together,” she whispers seductively in your ear before pulling away. “Let’s go get some lunch first, okay?”

Stunned but beyond excited, you nod dumbly in agreement and start to get ready to go out.