Nightmares

That night I had a dream. In it I was completely naked. Surrounding me were dozens of students who were chatting and ignoring me. They didn't pay any attention to my trimmed auburn bush, or my perky c-cup breasts with pert pink. They weren't interested in my round butt, or my pale soft skin. They just chatted and about their social interactions not noticing my genetic lottery of curves exposed among them.

When someone did talk to me it came as a whisper. I looked for the speaker and found him. I noticed he was gorgeous. The conversation of the dream was lost to mumbles, but he looked at my eyes, and was a gentleman. He made me feel welcome. His dark hair wafted in a non-existent breeze, and his skin shone like he had just risen from the depths of a pool. His chest was formed by muscle and smooth tanned skin. An apparition of masculinity and gentleness. His bright blue eyes matched his pale blue jeans and bore into my soul. I was compelled forward.

As I approached him somebody shouted, “Marie is naked!” but unlike most dreams of this kind nobody was laughing. They simply turned their gazes to my figure and smiled. Their gazes felt warm like the sun on a chilly day. Their gazes were my salvation in a cold room. From all around I began hearing encouraging remarks, whistles, and joyous noise. I finally reached the blue eyed man and.....

I woke up covered in sweat. I still felt hot even as the sweat began to dry. It had been only a few hours when I saw the clock blinking 2:00 AM. I groaned and rolled over. I attempted too return back to my wonderful dream, but I was distracted by a furious need to masturbate. After I took care of myself I dozed back to sleep.