Only Just A Dream (NSFW)

Only Just A Dream

Fair warning: This story is 100% pure smut. Adult fiction. Not safe for work. You have been warned.

I catch sight of her from across the room, my eyes passing over her before recognition sparks in my mind. Curly brown hair, inquisitive hazel eyes, light brown skin. There was no mistaking her; I see her almost every day, after all.

I’ve had a crush on her for over a month now. I don’t know the first thing about her, except that she works at my favourite coffee shop and has the cutest, quietest voice I’ve ever heard. I see her almost every day, and the only words we ever exchange are about coffee.

Without meaning to, I find myself watching her, suddenly oblivious to everything else around me. What is she doing here? Why tonight?

I feel paralysed. For the first time, I actually have the opportunity to speak to her, and not as a customer, to whom she is obligated to be polite. For the first time, I might find out what she actually thinks of me.

I don’t even know if I should try to talk to her. Outside of the shop, she owes me nothing. What if I’m just a creep, approaching her outside of work and bothering her?

She catches my eye from across the room, and I blush and freeze up. It’s so obvious that I’m staring at her, and I can feel my heart falter. Then she smiles, and my heart slams against my ribs. Surely she’s not smiling at me, is she?

But she is, and not just that. She’s walking my way, her eyes locked on mine, and I really don’t know what to do. I’m the proverbial deer in the headlights, and she’s right in front of me.

“Hi,” she says, her gentle voice sending a chill down my spine. “It’s Kirsten, right?”

How does she know my name? Oh, because she takes my coffee order. It’s not weird that she remembers it, right?

No weirder than me knowing that her name is Elle. She wears a name tag, so surely it’s okay that I know.

“That’s me,” I reply, my voice a lot more steady than I feel. “I’m surprised you recognise me.”

“Well, you are my favourite customer,” she says, a coy smile playing across her lips.

I don’t know what to say to her. I’m completely off-guard, and I’m pretty sure she knows it, too. She almost seems to be enjoying it.

“C-can I get you a drink?” I ask, trying to pretend my stutter wasn’t obvious.

“I’d love a drink,” she says, practically purring.

And so we drink together, and talk, and she gets gradually closer and closer, until we’re practically pressed up against one another. The closer she gets, the less able to think I become, and all I want to do is lean forward just the tiniest bit and kiss her.

I’m far too much of a coward to do that, though. Apparently she isn’t, because without warning, she does exactly that. Her lips are cold, and they taste like fruit and alcohol, and I want more.

When I don’t pull away, she wraps her hands around the back of my head, holding me close, pressing her body up against mine. Without even thinking, I find myself doing the same, forgetting entirely that we’re still in a bar, surrounded by people.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like that,” she says, when she finally pulls away.

“Guess you didn’t have to be,” I say, panting a little.

“This probably isn’t the best venue for that kind of thing, though,” she says, still pressed up against me.

“I can think of a better one,” I whisper, feeling suddenly brave.

“Lead the way,” she whispers back, her lips right beside my ears, sending a delightful shiver right through me.

And I do. I take her by the hand, and we leave the bar, and take the first cab we see. I give the driver my address, my arms wrapped around her as I do.

She crawls into my lap, straddling me as the taxi pulls away from the curb, and her lips descend on mine. My fingers dig into her back as her thighs squeeze my hips, and I want more, need more, but we aren’t home yet, and I need to be patient.

I feel her fingers between my legs, teasing me, touching oh-so-gently, and it drives me wild. I cry out involuntarily, but our lips are still locked, and the sound is muffled, almost silent. Her tongue dances with mine as her fingers move just enough to leave me wet and desperate for more.

I know the taxi driver is watching us in the rearview mirror, but I don’t care. He can watch all he wants; all I care about is Elle. In that moment, it feels like she’s all I’ll ever care about.

Somehow, the driver gets us home in one piece, but it’s another few minutes before we realise, and he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop us.

Still ignoring him, we tumble out of the car, and I practically throw the cab fare at him. The two of us stumble towards my door, not because we’re drunk so much as just unwilling to separate long enough to walk the few metres.

I fumble around in my bag for the door keys as her hand creeps up and down the back of my bare leg, making it very difficult to concentrate. Despite her efforts to distract me, I locate the keys, and manage to get the door open.

Seconds later, we’re collapsing onto my bed, and she’s already pulling my top up over my head. I offer no resistance, stretching my arms up and letting her slide the restrictive fabric right off. My skirt goes next, then my boots, but she leaves the socks and underwear untouched.

I reach forward to do the same to her, but she grabs my wrists, gently guiding them up and back, until she has me lying on my back, my knees curled around the edge of the bed, arms up beside my head.

She kisses me again, more slowly, passionate but nor urgent. I feel like she’s become a magnetic force, and my entire body is being pulled towards her.

Her fingers trace a path down the underside of my arm, just softly enough to send sensation bursting all the way back to my brain. She reaches my shoulder, and her fingers draw a pattern on my chest, slow and seductive.

The pattern traces the edges of my breasts, following the lines of my bra. Then she goes lower, her fingers caressing my stomach, then running up and down my sides, not quite tickling, definitely teasing.

I feel her hands exploring my body, from my hips to my thighs, then back up to my stomach, my sides, my chest. She touches me everywhere except where I really need it, but it still feels so good, and I am writhing beneath her.

Another kiss, as she rests her knee beneath my thighs. My arms wrap around her back as I grind against her, unable to restrain myself. She encourages me, pressing into me and moving her hips in concert with mine, and just that alone is enough to drive me wild.

The pleasure builds, but she pulls away, and I let out a muffled moan of disappointment. A moment later, her thigh is replaced by her fingers, nimble and delicate, still teasing through the thoroughly soaked cotton of my panties.

She rubs a little harder as her other hand deftly unhooks my bra. I raise my arms and lean forward just enough for her to remove it entirely, my hips rolling forward and back as her fingers rub me in all the right ways.

“You’re… going… to ruin… my underwear…” I pant, barely able to concentrate. I don’t care about the underwear, not at all, but I’m desperate to feel her against me, skin on skin.

“Oh, I think we’re well past that,” she purrs, kissing my neck. “But we might as well try to save what’s left.”

The teasing stops just long enough for her to hook her fingers around the waistband, and she peels my panties off, leaving me wearing nothing but my socks.

I feel her finger slide into me, and my hips buck just from that sensation alone. Her lips and tongue begin to tease my nipple as she slowly fucks me with her finger, first one, then two. She begins to fuck me faster, and it’s impossible to lie still.

As I buck and twist beneath her, she abandons my breasts, and her lips kiss a path down my stomach, lower and lower, her fingers never slowing. Her tongue flicks against my clit and it’s like an electric shock of exquisite sensation.

She uses her free hand to hold my hips down, controlling my wild bucking as her fingers and tongue fuck me harder and harder, and my hands are on the back of her head, gripping her hair and pulling her closer to me.

“Oh my god,” I moan as the waves of pleasure begin to intensify. “Oh my fucking god.”

As she fucks me, I feel her grinding against my leg, her tight dress bunched up around her hips. Already she feels almost as wet as I am, and the sensation is almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out through clenched teeth. “Fuck me, I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck!”

Ecstasy explodes outwards from her touch as every muscle in my body tenses and my mind is filled with stars and pure, unrefined bliss.

Slowly, the overwhelming sensation begins to fade, and I’m back in reality, lying on my back, panting. She must have stopped at some point, because I can’t feel her touch anymore. I look down at her, blushing at her smug grin and slightly wild eyes.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” I say breathlessly.

“And you taste amazing,” she says back, licking her lips and crawling toward me. “Want a taste?”

“Not exactly,” I tell her. “I am dying to find out what you taste like, though.”

Her light brown cheeks grow just a little darker.

“You sure you don’t need a minute to catch your breath…?”

“Not a chance,” I say, grabbing her shoulders and rolling her onto her back. Her body melts beneath me, completely passive as I tug at her dress, pulling it up over her head.

I want to take a moment to just admire her body, her smooth skin and soft curves, but I can’t keep my hands off of her for long enough. Unlike her, I don’t waste any time teasing. I remove her underwear quickly and gracelessly, before taking a second to dig a couple of items out of my bedside drawer.

Her hazel eyes follow me, recognition and desire sparking in them as I hold the vibrator and dildo up for her to see. She gasps as my fingers tease her clit before sliding in deeper, gently exploring.

She’s a lot tighter than I expect, and that turns me on almost as much as the unmasked desire in her eyes. With my other hand, I turn the vibrator onto a relatively low setting, and begin to tease her nipples.

She lets out a little cry of surprised pleasure, her body trembling just a little. I continue to fuck her slowly with my fingers, pressing the vibrator gently against her clit. Her entire body convulses, and I smirk as she bites her lip.

I begin to fuck her harder as I tease her with the vibrator, turning it up little by little as her body writhes beneath me. Her eyes are wild as her hips buck more and more, and she’s squeezing my fingers tighter as she grows closer to orgasming. I can feel it coming over her, her fingers are gripping the sheets beneath her, and at the last possible moment, just before the release her body needs so desperately, I stop.

She cries out, staring at me with pleading eyes as her body shakes from desperate desire, but she doesn’t say a word.

As she watches, I pick up the dildo, and squeeze a little lube into my hand. She’s eyeing it hungrily as I rub the lube over it, and spreads her legs a little wider to accommodate it.

Using just the tip, I tease her gently, rubbing it against her and enjoying her erratic movements. Bringing her so close to cumin without release has left her more sensitive than usual, and I have no intention of wasting the opportunity.

“Please,” she says, her warm fingers digging into my arm. “I need it. Please fuck me.”

How could I possibly resist a request like that? She bites her lip and moans as I slide the dildo inside her, slowly at first, until it’s as deep as it’s going to get.

“That feel okay?”

“It’s amazing,” she says. “Now fuck me.”

As I slide the lubed up sex toy in and out of her, matching the timing to her thrusting hips, I press the vibrator against her clit once more, and she practically screams.

“FUCK!”

She thrusts her hips against the dildo I’m fucking her with even harder, scrunching up the sheets with her hands. She shoves a corner of the sheet into her mouth to muffle her cries as I fuck her faster and faster, the vibrator turned up as high as it can go.

Her whole body is shaking, her cries more than loud enough to fill the room even through the sheet in her mouth. Her hips are going crazy as she gets closer and closer, her back arching up and her toes curling.

Then she collapses back onto the bed, panting wildly, her eyes glazed over, her chest heaving.

“Wow,” she says, when she finally catches her breath. “That was… wow.”

“Not done yet, are you?” I ask, pretending to sound disappointed.

“Not on your life,” she says, pulling herself up onto her knees. “Not until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.”

Epilogue

“You’re such a coward,” he says, watching Elle over my shoulder. “You didn’t even make eye contact with her!”

“Shut up,” I hiss, my fingers digging into the edge of the table. “It’s awkward, okay?”

“Awkward? What do you mean, awkward?” His eyes light up. “Did something happen?”

“No, you asshole,” I snap. “I just… I dreamt about her last night, okay? It was really-“

“Sexy?”

“Vivid,” I say. “Also, yes, sexy. And now I can’t even look her in the eye.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s awkward!” I insist. “Besides, if I did catch her eye, it’s gonna be super obvious.”

“What, that you had a sex dream about her?” he asks, smirking. “Or just that you want to fuck her in general?”

“Both. Also, shut up.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” he asks.

“Because I have no idea if she’s even gay,” I tell him. “Also because asking people out who are only polite to you because of their job is creepy.”

“Oh come on, she clearly likes you,” he says. “You flirt with her every damn morning.”

“We talk about coffee. How is that flirting?”

“Because you make bedroom eyes at each other while you do it,” he says.

I roll my eyes at him, but don’t say anything. Mostly because I want to agree with him. I should just ask her out, but I’m too scared to. It feels like we have a spark, a connection, but if she doesn’t feel the same way…

“Oh, fuck it,” I say, standing up. I walk over to the counter, and Elle looks up and smiles at me.

“Hey there,” she says cheerfully. “Need something else?”

I can already feel myself turning red, and I know it must be so obvious what’s going on in my head. Even still, I’m not ready to run away just yet.

“Actually, I just wanted to ask you something,” I say, my heart pounding in my chest. Her eyes grow a little wider, and she blushes a little.

“Oh, um, sure,” she says, looking down. “What do you need?”

“Okay, well, I know this probably sounds weird and, like, totally inappropriate, but I was wondering if maybe you’d be interested in hanging out some time?”

“Hang out?” she asks, looking back up at me. “You mean, like, as friends?”

“Am I being too forward?”

“No, it’s just… not what I was expecting,” she says, frowning.

“Sorry. I know, the last thing you want is customers getting too friendly,” I say apologetically. “Honestly, I don’t mind if you just want me to shut up and go away.”

“What? No, no, it’s nothing like that,” she says, turning even redder. “I just, um, I was kind of expecting you to ask me out.”

Wait, what?

“Ask you out? Like, on a date?”

“Y-yeah,” she says, biting her lip. “Not that I think you’re, you know… Um, I don’t really know what I’m saying.”

“I… actually was trying to ask you out,” I confess, considerably more red than her. “Obviously I wasn’t doing a great job, but…”

“Really? Um, wow. Also, yes. Please.”

Oh god she’s so cute, it’s hard not to just lean over the counter and kiss her right now. She would probably get fired for that, though.

Somebody behind me clears their throat, and it’s only then that I remember we aren’t the only two people in the room. Awkwardly, I shuffle away from the counter, and let Elle get back to her job. A few people have lined up, and I decide it’s probably a good time to get back to my table.

“Don’t you say a word,” I mutter as I settle back into my seat.

“You can thank me later,” my smirking friend replies.

I glare at him, but it’s obvious how half-hearted it is. I’m giddy, practically bursting with nervous excitement.

“…Thanks for the push,” I mumble.

“Oh, it was her idea,” he says, grinning.

“What?”

“Well, she asked me if you were single. Then she asked me if you’d ever dated any women before. Then she asked me if I could get you to ask her, because she couldn’t do it while she was working.”

I look back over at Elle, who catches my eye, and then turns very, very red. I can feel myself doing the same. Embarrassed, we both smile at the same time.

END

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