Dream

I want to hold on to this feeling forever. Being below him, my bent legs spread for him, sucking on his thumb with the weight of his cock on my face, looking up into his smile, into those green eyes. It all feels so right. It feels like what I’m supposed to be doing. It feels like where I belong.

But the real world is still pressing in on the edge of the fantasy. The honk of a car horn, the sound of scuffling feet on the other side of the hedge, the crunch of a pickup truck on the gravel of the parking lot, all conspire to rip me out of my euphoria. Now I can feel the cramping in my legs, the jagged gravel poking into my soles, the chill of the evening air, and the deep fear of being seen like this rising to the surface as the ecstasy of sucking Derek’s dick evaporates.

Derek must have noticed the change, maybe it was in my face, or how I stopped suckling so eagerly on his thumb, or maybe he was getting nervous himself. “C’mon, Cassie. Let’s get outta here.” He helps me back into the car and starts the engine. “You can get dressed again if you want.”

I reach for my pants and then look over at him as he guides us out of the parking lot onto the road. “Um… can I have my panties back?”

Derek chuckles and pats his pocket. “Nah, I’m keeping those. Little memento of our date.”

My heart starts pounding and I feel a pulse of warmth between my legs. He’s going to keep my panties, a little trophy, a little piece of me stolen, like he’s stolen so much else. Is it really even stealing at this point, when I’m so eager for him to keep taking? I pull my clothes on and snuggle up close to Derek, humming to myself as he wraps an arm around me and holds me tight against him.

The drive home is like a dream. Derek puts on some music, something chill with mellow synths and enchanting melodies. The sky outside goes from deep blue to orange to pink to purple and then fills with stars. I try to stop myself from drifting to sleep, wanting to feel every moment of being this close to him. I can still taste him on my tongue, his warmth permeating me inside and out, the sound of his breathing and the beating of his heart, his scent his touch all of him filling my consciousness as the real world slips by outside the car windows. I’m not afraid to admit it to myself anymore.

I feel happy with him. Safe. Maybe even…

Before my heart can go there, I’m pulled out of my reverie by the familiar sight of my house as Derek pulls us into the driveway. I pull my phone out of my pocket, shocked both by the time and the fact that there’s a couple texts from my Dad. Shit. I didn’t check in with him at all today. He’s probably worried sick.

Derek grabs my phone out of my hands as soon as I unlock it. “Wha- hey!”

“Hold on, I need your number.” He taps something into my phone, then a moment later his starts buzzing. “Cool, now I can get a hold of you.” He hands me my phone back and before I can protest his tongue is in my mouth and I’m pressed back into the seat. My anger and annoyance melts away and I slip my arms around him, wanting to hold him tight to me as I eagerly kiss him back. He gives my lower lip a little nibble as he pulls away. “Fun date.”

I give him a little whimper, wishing the kiss could’ve lasted longer. “Yeah… yeah, that was amazing.” I feel a swell of emotion as I look up into his eyes. “Th-thank you.”

He chuckles and opens the car door. “My pleasure.”

He steps out and I follow him to my front door. It opens before we get there, my Dad standing in the doorway, an unlit cigarette in his mouth and an anxious look on his face. “Cass! Hi! Welcome home!” He shakes Derek’s hand roughly, his voice full of strain in spite of his cheerful words. “I trust the date went well?”

Derek gives my Dad a warm smile. “It was unforgettable. Your daughter is excellent company, Karan.”

My Dad relaxes a bit and takes a deep breath. “Well, alright, I’m just glad to see you both again. I know it’s, er, quite late but would you care for some coffee or a…” He stops himself before offering the eighteen year old on his doorstep a beer, and I press my lips together to keep from smiling.

Derek inclines his head. “Not tonight I’m afraid, gotta get my beauty sleep.”

Now my Dad is fully disarmed, chuckling and giving Derek a much gentler handshake. “Of course of course, but soon! Soon I will make you dinner. That’s a promise!”

“And I promise I’ll enjoy it.” Derek looks down at me and puts an arm around my shoulder. “Sweet dreams, butterfly.” He kisses me, nods to my Dad, and then walks back to his car.

Butterfly? Did he just call me butterfly?

“Butterfly?” There’s no trace of the stress or concern in my Dad’s voice anymore. “You already have a pet name? This is getting serious!” He grins and pulls me inside the house for a hug.

I have a pet name now? How did that happen? I’m not even his…

“So tell me about your date! How did it go? It seems you two kept each other quite busy.” My Dad is grinning and winking. If he’s still upset about me being gone all day and not responding to his texts, he’s hiding it very well.

“It went…” What can I even tell him? How do I even begin to describe everything that happened to me? I spent hours lost in the pure sensation of this boy I once despised. I felt emotions more intense than anything I’d ever imagined feeling. I saw his cock, felt it, tasted it, drew his hot delicious cum out of it over and over again. I exposed myself to him, showed him everything I am, everything I have to give. And I just want to do it all over again. “...really great, Dad. I… we had a lot of fun.”

“I’ll bet, ha!” He gives me a squeeze. “I won’t pry too much, I promise. Where did you go? Anywhere interesting?”

Now that the high of being close to Derek has passed, I feel a great wave of exhaustion pulling me under, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open, my body upright. I lean against my Dad and fight back a yawn. “Oh, y’know… just kinda bopped around the peninsula.” I fail to fight back another yawn. “Honestly Dad I’m pretty beat, I think I just wanna head to bed.”

There, a little strain in his smile, he’s not as carefree as he’s putting on. “Of course, Cass, of course. I’ll see you in the morning, eh?”

I muster up the energy to kiss him on the cheek and stumble to my bedroom. I pull off my pants and bra and collapse into bed, my last conscious thoughts a duel between admonishing myself for not brushing my teeth, and savoring the lingering taste of Derek on my tongue.

Sleep is sudden, deep, total, blissful, darkness.

It’s bright now, and warm, and it smells so good. I follow my senses, the scent and heat of Derek’s body drawing me in and I lay myself across him, the sound of his sleeping breaths and the gentle rise and fall of his chest filling me with deep joy. My hand drifts downward, feeling him already growing, and I move down, nestling myself between his legs and giving his hardening member a soft, wet kiss.

He mumbles something in his sleep, and I smile as my tongue extends, caressing the head of his dick, savoring him, bathing him in my spit. Around and around and over, intoxicated by the flavor of his manhood, and I can’t wait anymore. My mouth opens to take him in, tongue gently moving, and I take a deep breath in through my nose as I hear him groan and stretch. I’m focused now, nothing at all on my mind but the task of tasting him, sucking him, making him feel good, earning my reward.

I moan with satisfaction as I feel him, fully hard and twitching, precum leaking onto my eager tongue. A big strong hand rests softly on my head, and I look up to see him, eyes half open and a sleepy smile on his face. I moan again, louder, a thrill surging through my chest at the knowledge that he’s happy, that I’m pleasing him. I suck just a little harder, move my tongue just a little faster, bob my head up and down and his eyes close in bliss, he pulls in a sharp breath and I feel him pulse in my mouth, cum spilling out in big sticky splurts and I’m swallowing it all, eager for everything he has to give me, eager to prove myself to him.

He yawns, a great deep sound filling the room, his hand in my hair gently massaging my scalp. I finish pulling out his morning load and pull my mouth off him, kissing all over his slowly softening dick as I look dreamily up into his eyes. He smiles, that sharp smile of his that used to scare me. “Good morning, Cass. What a nice way to wake up.”

I pause my worshipful kisses and hold him against my cheek. “I wish I could wake you up like this every day.”

He laughs. “What a good girl. Now how about some breakfast? Coming like that gives me a hell of an appetite.”

One last wet kiss on his now soft penis. “Absolutely, Derek.” I reluctantly climb out of bed and go to put on some clothes. I throw open my closet and gasp, delighted at the array of pretty things I have to wear. I look back at Derek over my shoulder. “How do you want me to look?”

He rolls over on his side, propping his head up on one hand and watching my naked body. “However you like, Cass. You’re always beautiful to me.”

My cheeks warm and I turn back to my options. After a moment browsing through the racy, silky, revealing garments available to me, I pick out a frilly pink and white apron. I put it on, twirling around as I model it for him, giggling to myself as I feel his eyes on my exposed skin. “Breakfast, coming right up.” I blow him a kiss and skip out the door to the kitchen.

Heart light, voice softly singing wordless joy, I quickly get to work. The kitchen is big, bright, spotless, and with practiced ease I pull out an array of ingredients and begin preparing what I know inside to be Derek’s favorite breakfast. Eggs crack, whisk whirs, knife chops and then, in the corner of the big bright space is my Dad, sitting at his tiny table in his tiny kitchen in his tiny house, dim and dirty, and suddenly I’m there with him, in my jeans and sweatshirt, forcing down another bite of cornflakes.

“You know you can do what you want, right Cass?” His face is hard to make out, wreathed in nicotine smoke, voice muffled and distant even though he’s right there in front of me. “You don’t have to stay with your old Dad forever. You don’t owe me that. You don’t owe me anything. I just raised you on my own all these years. You can leave me behind, if that’s what you want. You want more than this, right? More than me?”

I can’t, I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, my mouth is stuffed full of soggy cornflakes and his smoke is filling my nostrils I want to say no, want to say yes, want to scream, want to sob, want to hug him want to run away I have to run away I’m up and away chair flying backwards and I’m running the scream finally forcing the cereal out of my mouth and I’m back, back in the big bright kitchen gasping for breath. I turn, slowly, terrified to see my Dad gazing back at me, but there’s nothing there, just more big bright space with flawless countertops and the smell and sound of breakfast cooking filling the air.

A deep sigh of relief. He’s not here, he doesn’t matter, I can focus on what does matter. Making Derek happy. I smooth my apron and smile, resuming my labors, grinding coffee beans boiling water getting the bacon out of the huge perfectly organized fridge. This is so easy, I was born to do this, I can feel my body getting lighter as every moment every motion brings me closer to providing Derek with exactly what I know he wants.

There’s a knock, a knock at the door. Who is it? Why is this happening don’t they know I’m busy? I cast an annoyed glance over my shoulder, and then I hear someone speak, muffled but the voice is unmistakable. “Cass, we need to talk.” Mr. Berenger please, not now, not here. I feel my backpack, straps over my shoulders, I can hear the cacophony of school at the edge of my awareness. “Cass this is important. We have to talk about the scholarship. We have to talk about your future. It’s important.” No, it’s not important, nothing is more important than making Derek happy. “I know there’s a lot on your mind right now, Cass. I know you have a lot going on.” More than you know, Mr. Berenger. More than I ever imagined. The sounds of school the noise the chaos it’s getting so loud. My backpack is so heavy, the straps digging cutting into my shoulders it’s too much too much to bear. “Please, Cass. You can’t just ignore this. This is about what you want. You can still have it, you just have to try.” Another knock. “Cass!”

I’m shivering, vibrating, unable to move. No. No Mr. Berenger I can’t have it because I don’t want it. I want this instead, this is what makes me happy, this thing I never even knew was possible. Nothing else I’ve ever wanted matters any more. Please just go away and let me have this. Let me be happy for once in my fucking life!

The knocks are gone, his voice is gone, the weight is gone from my shoulders. There’s peace again. I can focus. I feel the air on my bare skin, feel the fabric of the apron move against my tits, against my nipples, oh it’s nice, it makes me think about him, him touching me, feeling me, holding me close. Breakfast is almost ready. Just a few more things and it’ll be perfect. How’s the weather today, maybe I can make a picnic. I glance out the window and freeze.

“Morning uggo!” How is she here how did she get here her face in the window like a ghost, a ghoul, a terrifying beautiful monster. “You really think this is enough? You really think this will make him happy? You think YOU can make him happy?” She’s laughing now and her laughter is the sound of screeching metal crunching under car tires, so loud impossibly loud shattering the glass of the window and she’s reaching through, grabbing me pulling me I can’t escape. Behind her the sky is dark pelting rain and lightning and I can see it, see the Sad I can actually SEE it it’s coming for me she’s pulling me out through the window I’m screaming and my scream is silence.

A hand. Strong, in my hair, pulling, pain, sweet wonderful pain.

The hand pulls me back pulls me away from the darkness and terror and the window is gone, the awful laughter is gone the Sad is gone and I’m in his arms, shaking and sobbing and clinging tight to him.

He strokes my hair, so gentle. “Smells great, Cass, I can’t wait to taste it.” His hand moves down, cupping my cheek and pulling my face up to his. He kisses my tears off my cheeks and then his lips are on mine, banishing every bad feeling I’ve ever had. His hands keep moving, feeling my breasts through the apron, feeling my bare ass, grasping me stroking me all over owning me controlling me keeping me safe.

I pull away from the perfection of the kiss, my fear forcing a question out of my mouth. “Derek, I… what if I’m not good enough for you?”

He smiles at me. “Don’t worry, butterfly. I’m already a part of you.”

My heart pounds in my chest as he steps away from me to admire the breakfast I made for him. I place my hand over my heart, feeling it racing, and then move it down, over my chest, onto my belly, slowly moving down, and then out, over the gentle swelling outwards and I’m awake. Eyes shooting open in the dim morning light. My hands immediately go to my belly, finding it, soft and flat as always. But my heart is still pounding, and my hands move farther down to feel the sheets clinging to my soaked thighs.