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It was dark. Like, extremely dark. It was definitely the middle of the night. I was laying basically on my stomach.
I moved my leg slightly to be greeted with a lack of stuffed animals. Well, I definitely wasn't in my own bed. Mine was filled to the brim with the little creatures, and every move I made caused me to collide with one of them.
There was only one other reasonable bed I could be in. Obviously I wouldn't be in Steve's bed, I would never sleep with my brother.
I was in Dustin's bed.
I turned over and was met with Dustin's face staring straight back at me. I knew it was Dustin, even in the darkness. I could see the faint outline of his curls in the dark, but I was most drawn to one of his features...
His lips. They looked soft, pink, honestly sort of wet, and... incredibly kissable. I couldn't help but wonder what his lips tasted like right now, and how they would feel against my lips...
I knew I was staring at them shamelessly. And I knew he could see me staring.
"...Are you aware I can see you?" He asked quietly.
"Very," I answered breathlessly, continuing to keep eye contact with his lips. His stupid kissable lips.
There was a short silence, and I could see his face slowly turning redder and redder. I glanced back up at his blue eyes, which were staring back at me.
"Is it bad I want to kiss you right now?" I said it more like a statement than a question.
"No, not really," He answered, "I'd let you."
That was all I needed. I grabbed him by the shirt and captured his perfect pink lips against mine. He made a small muffled sound like a yelp as I started to suck on his bottom lip.
God, he was perfect.
"Holy shit..." He muttered as I slid my tongue between his lips, grabbing his jaw lightly to gently force his mouth open.
"This okay?" I asked, pulling away slightly. A strand of saliva connected my tongue to his lip, then broke almost instantly.
"More than okay," Dustin replied, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me back into the kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth this time.
The night blurred by, countless kisses that dazed us both equally, and I was genuinely losing track of everything except his lips. At some point, I had landed on top of him, pinning him down on his own bed. My hands were resting on either side of his head as we basically sucked each other's faces off.
My arms were sore, I guess we had been in this position for a long time. So I carefully shifted my weight, and then I felt it.
Hard. Against my thigh.
He whimpered softly as I deliberately pressed my thigh harder against him. He looked very embarrassed by the various sounds coming out of his mouth, but I found them incredibly hot. Just like that purr thing he used to do when his teeth first came in.
"You're teasing me again," He whined softly. He sounded so submissive. And it was the first thing either of us had said for at least an hour.
"Teasing you how?" I asked rhetorically, pressing against him even more.
He groaned softly and muttered, "Fuck, I need you so bad..."
My mind started to race with ideas. I wanted him to take off his pants already. I wanted him to take off my pants! Hell, I wanted him to strip fully at this point, maybe even rip my own clothes off!
Instead of saying any of my ideas out loud, I yanked his shirt off.
"Holy shit!" He yelped as he was suddenly exposed. I admired his body. It wasn't toned at all, no muscles or anything, but it was still hot. I didn't care if his body was 'unattractive,' I just cared that it was him.
All I needed was for it to be Dustin Clarence Henderson. Full name. Exactly him, and no one else.
"Take it all off," I huffed, already fumbling with my own clothes.
"No need to ask me twice," He replied. I helped him strip, and he helped me too. He was gentle, despite the fact I knew he was growing more needy by the second.
Then we were both down to our underwear. Clothes had gone flying through the air to land unceremoniously on the ground.
"Still doing good?" He asked, hands on the waistband of my underwear.
"Yeah. You?"
He simply nodded in response, hooking his fingers into my underwear. Before I could stop myself, I reached for his boxers and yanked them down.
Dustin Henderson's hard cock came springing free.
And it was bigger than I had expected. Maybe, like, six inches?
I couldn't help but gawk.
"I-It's not really that cool or anything..." He stuttered, his face turning red.
"No, no, no, that's... that's big."
"It really isn't-"
"Is it, like, six inches or something?"
His breath hitched, and he replied, "Six and a half."
"Damn."
His hands were still on my waist, fingers hooked into my underwear. I nodded softly to tell him to fucking take them off already. And he did. God, I was wet.
I wanted him in me already.
I pressed myself directly against him. He whimpered again. I carefully started to position myself over him, before he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait. We- We need protection."
"Do you even have any? I don't."
He paused, then answered, "...No."
"Well then... I... I guess we have to rely on luck."
He reluctantly sighed, "Yeah..."
"Hey, we'll make it quick, okay?" I reassured him.
"Yeah. Yeah, cool."
I nodded, and then he pulled me into a kiss, shoving his tongue in my mouth. He pushed me down flush against him, I could feel his hard cock right against my stomach.
Dustin grinded up into me, continuing to explore my mouth with his tongue. A moan escaped from me before I could stop it.
"Need you... in me..." I muttered against his mouth.
"Okay. Need you anyways," Dustin mumbled softly, moving his hands to my thighs. One rested on the outside of my thigh, the other on the inside of my other thigh.
His thumb was so close to my pussy.
"Put it in," I pleaded, "I need you so bad."
He nodded, and then I felt the tip of his cock press against my pussy. Fuck.
"Nngh... All of it... I can handle it..."
"Fuck... You're warm..." He groaned as he slowly pushed further into me. One inch. Two inches. Three-
"WAKE UP!"
My eyes snapped open, and I found myself in my own room, in my own bed. Not Dustin's. Steve, my older brother, was standing in the doorway.
"Urghh..." I groaned, "Morning..."
"Come on, you gotta get up. It's almost noon, I'm leaving to coach soon," Steve said from the doorway.
"Okay, okay, geez! Can I, um, maybe go to Dustin's today?"
"Knock yourself out."
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I couldn't believe it. Holy shit, I had dreamt about fucking Dustin.
And honestly? I was only going to Dustin's to attempt to recreate the dream.
I wonder if he had ever thought of me like that before. And was it actually six and a half inches?
Maybe I was just being delusional. I mean, who else would dream about having unprotected sex with their best friend, and then go to make the dream come true?!
Hopefully he was home alone, I didn't want to deal with his mom, as nice as she was. I just wanted him. God, I was insane.
I hopped off my bike, leaving it on his lawn, and promptly walked to the door. I took a deep breath, and knocked.
"Dustin?" I called out, "You home?"
"Come in!" I heard him call from probably his room. I opened the door, closing it behind me. I had no idea how I was going to start recreating my delusional dream without sounding incredibly horny.
I'd figure that out at some point. For now, I simply walked down the hall to his room. I knocked lightly on the door before I slid it open to announce my presence, then peaked my head in.
There he was, Dustin Henderson. Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a comic in hand.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey. What's up?" He answered, putting the comic down.
"Um, just wanted to hangout, I guess."
"Cool. Yeah, cool."
It was a little awkward, me standing in the doorway, Dustin laying on the bed, and my mind was basically BEGGING to see what was in his pants.
"You're aware I can see you staring at my crotch, correct?" He asked out of nowhere. Holy shit, I hadn't realized I was staring. And he had fucking noticed.
"I wasn't exactly aware I was staring in the first place, but sure," I chuckled awkwardly.
A short silence. This really felt like deja vu...
"It's really bad I want to, like, fuck you right now," I stated.
He coughed awkwardly, face flushing bright red. I winced at my dumb comment.
"I meant-"
"I think it's worse that I would let you."
"Oh," I mumbled. Now it was my turn to flush red.
"I mean, like, if you want to, we could..." He started.
"Yeah, we could... But only if you're fine with it..."
"I'm perfectly fine with it."
"Yeah, me too."
"So... you want to?" Dustin asked. I nodded almost immediately.
"Okay. Yeah, okay, let's do it then," He said.
"Okay," I said, moving to stand near the bed, "Do you want me to just, like, get in?"
"Sure. I don't exactly know how to do this right, so..."
I nodded again, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I grabbed his hand, and kissed him gently. Just to start us off. He melted into the kiss, his hand moving to cup my cheek.
And then I started to suck on his bottom lip, just like I had done in my dream.
"Mmm... Holy shit..." Dustin mumbled.
I moved to straddle him. He landed on his back beneath me. My tongue slipped into his mouth. Then his tongue met mine.
He whimpered softly, and then I felt something hard against my thigh. I gasped softly, caught slightly off guard.
I pulled back softly, then teased, "Someone's excited."
"Shut up..." He groaned, though his voice sounded needier than he probably intended, and his was face red.
"I wanna know though," I started, pressing my thigh against him, "How big is it?"
"Six and a half inches," He stated plainly.