Celine Chapter 3
Holy shit. Dawn Miller led him back to her dorm and was laying down. His head was resting on Dawn Miller’s tits. He opened his eyes. The girl of his dreams looked back at him. Blonde hair framing a perfect face. A fit body with golden tan skin rested underneath him.
“You wanna be a good boy for my perfect body, don’t you”, she whispered. Dawn’s buttery smooth, sweet voice cut right through him. Of course he did.
“Get up”.
He wasn’t sure how fast he got up, but he did. Dawn shifted herself, now sitting with her legs crossed, feet hanging off the side of the bed.
“Look at me”, she said. He already was, of course, but now he was staring stronger, more intently, soaking in her perfect eyes, lips, hair, everything.
“No silly, right here!”, she said as she lifted a hand, extending a pointer finger until it pressed into one of her pillowey tits. Of course she meant that, he felt so stupid. He had been fantasizing about that part of her body for years, and when she finally gave him permission to look, he ignored it. He wasn’t ignoring it now. The rest of the room disappeared as he stared in bliss. “I want you to get hard for me”. Wait, was he not already? No, he was, but she clearly wanted him to be even more so. So he got harder. It hurt but it felt so good. “You can pull those down if they’re getting in the way”, she said, with that familiar dopey, sweet smile. The hand that was just touching her boobs was now extended, pointing at his pants. He dropped them and his underwear. They were simply getting in the way.
“I know you’re staring at her, right now”, she began, “But I want you to think about Dawn Miller. Picture her”. Adrian had always been one of those people without a mind’s eye. When he was told to picture something, he could recall the concept of it, but he didn’t actually see whatever it was. Until now, of course. He pictured dawn. Every perfect aspect of her.
“Naked.” Dawn said. And just like that, the image was now the girl of his dreams, in front of him, completely naked. Nothing left to the imagination, or all left to the imagination in this case. His daydream, so vivid it could be real.
“Now make her hotter.” A somehow impossible request came easily to him. Bigger in the best places, smaller in others. Her expression shifted. A blank expression became slightly playful.
“Hotter”.
Playful became flirty.
“Even hotter”
Flirty became seductive. Sexual. The parts of her body that garnered the most attention of all verged on outright unrealistic. But it was realistic, it was right in front of him. Perfect didn’t fit the girl he now pictured in his mind. She transcended beauty. Anything she wanted would be hers. He would, obviously, do anything that woman could ask, but that was an understatement at this point.
“Soak her in, Adrian. The physical incarnation of sex. Worship her with lust”.
This was the neediest he had ever been. Horniest. Every fiber of his being was devoted to the perfection he saw before him.
Dawn lifted her fingers. She built up tension in her middle finger and thumb. She snapped.
“Now”. She said, clearly emphasizing a feminine, breathy tone. She was good at this. It was simply in her blood.
An earth shattering feeling escaped him. It was euphoric. He fell into bliss.
He opened his eyes. Below him sat 2 gorgeous tits under a slutty top. Celine’s. Of course. He was in her room after all.
“This is for getting my room sticky. Now you’re gonna clean up”, she said with an adorable smile. She tapped him on the nose.
He opened his eyes, and he was in the hallway of some dorm. How did he get here? Right. He followed that Celine girl after class. He felt a bit creepy about it. It was just a crush. But, no, he wouldn’t have time for her. Dawn was his girl, would be his. He checked his watch. 10:15. He’d lost track of time. That’s fair, this place was still a maze to him. It was completely normal to get lost for an hour and a half. He still had half an hour to make it to math. He walked off.