It All Started One Day

By Beetlebomb

 

It was a late September afternoon. I was walking down the sidewalk, counting blocks of cement in my head as I stepped passed them. Red, yellow, and brown leaves showered all around me as I made my way back home from yet another boring day at school.

I heard girlish giggling and laughter up ahead, and I looked up to notice Katie Shaunessy talking to a group of her friends. They were chatting as always about whatever girls talked about in the 11^th grade. Glances were exchanged as I made my way by the group of giggling and gossiping girls. Her beautiful golden blonde hair sparkled from the glow of the afternoon sunset. I remember feeling shivers run down my spine that moment, but not from the all too common chilly wind. It was from the very first moment our eyes had caught one another’s glances at the exact same time. It was in such a way that- I thought- only dreams could conceive. It felt all too surreal.

It was then that my sixth sense had kicked in, I could feel her eyes lock onto the back of my head as I continued to increase the distance between us. I made sure to straighten my back, and carry my stride as if my life depended on it. “God is she gorgeous,” I muttered to myself.

 

As the evening continued to roll on by, Scott and I decided to play some basketball before it got too dark.

 

“Hey Peter, why is it that you INSIST on completely destroying me every time we play! You know you’re the only one having fun here.” Scott sighed.

 

“Well, practice makes perfect, my friend.” I replied proudly, and patted him on the shoulder.

 

A change of subject was needed. Scott began, “So have you seen Katie lately? She really blossomed over the summer, eh?” My thoughts were elsewhere, but Katie’s name caught my attention.

 

“Hu- oh, yea. Come to think of it, she did look pretty damn hot earlier.”

 

“Haha, it must be something in the air b‘cus Jennifer is starting to pack some major sweater meat herself,” Scott pointed out, cupping his hands at his chest. “If ya’ know what I mean,” nudging my shoulder.

 

You could say we were both major boob guys, but I was also into tall girls. I don’t think Scot ever knew about that though. It was more of a well-kept secret.

 

 

 

That night my teenage mind dreamt about Katie’s blossoming body. The pleasantries of the dream allowed her to immediately appear in my bedroom. She was wearing a white button-down blouse and a short navy blue skirt, just like when I had passed her by earlier that afternoon on the sidewalk.

No words were uttered as she leaned in and placed her delicate index finger on my lips. Gently, almost maternally, she took hold of one of my hands and placed it on one of her breasts. Through the silken material the warmth from her skin radiating out onto my hand. I could feel my manhood pulsing harder, inches below a pair of long, smooth legs. Before I knew it our lips were locked together.

She let her weight fall on me as she straddled my hips and began to gyrate herself on top of me. “Nnnnhnnnnhnn.”, the first audible sounds of my dream could be heard. Soft moans of pleasure were escaping from her mouth. An inner animalistic instinct kicked in and I started to vigorously grab at her school uniform. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could feel myself building up already, ready to blow. It was then that she tore herself away from me, just for a moments time to take her shirt off. I watched hypnotically as one by one her buttons were showing more and more of her beautifully tanned skin underneath. I found myself following her feminine hands as they traveled lower and lower down towards the last few buttons.

“I know you’ve been waiting a long time to grab a hold of these.” The hint of cleavage escaping between the unbuttoned blouse only increased that urge. I lifted my hands up, ready to meet my life-long goal…but something was wrong. *Beep BEEP BEEP!!!*

 

I opened my tired eyes to realize it was all just a dream! Once again, I supported some massive morning wood due to Katie Shaunessy. She had done it again, I thought. Seducing me in my sleep. “She really did a number on me this time,” I thought, as I sensed how impossibly hard I was.

 

I threw my hand down onto the annoying alarm and got up, showered, and gathered my stuff for school.

 

 

I met up with Scott at the bus stop and couldn’t help but explain to him how vivid of a dream I had last night. I normally would have kept my intimate dreams to myself, but I felt compelled to talk about it as we entered the bus. It just felt way too real.

 

“Scott, I could feel her skin brushing up against me! It was so damn real man. I mean, I swear I could even feel the heat from her breath. It was like I was really with her.”

 

“I dunno Pete, sounds like you got the hibby jibbies for Katie as usual.”

 

“Yea…” I sighed in thought.

 

“Why don’t you just ask her out man? What’s stopping you?”

 

It was then that I questioned my self confidence. “She is WAY out of my league,” I thought. She truly was a gorgeous girl, but she wasn’t perfect.

 

It was then that I noticed Katie boarding the bus.

 

“Here! Now’s your chance!” Scott barked, and slipped over to the only other open seat on the bus.

 

“NoO! Wait!” but Scott was already ignoring me, pretending nothing happened.

 

“Hi, is this seat taken?” I saw two pairs of thighs speaking to me, and I looked up.

 

“Yes—I MEAN NO!” I cleared my throat, “I mean no. You can sit here, Katie.”

 

I saw her look at me, almost flirtatiously. You’re Peter Jones aren’t you?

 

I felt my head start to heat up, “Yea, we share four classes together.”

She replied with a simple “Oh,” and that was the last that was spoken between us.

 

 

When Scott and I got to school an eerie sensation beset upon me. I couldn’t scratch off the feeling that something was off. Everything looked the same, but I couldn’t help but feel displaced.

 

Class started off boring—at least until Jennifer went up to the front to give her oral presentation. I was surprised to see that I noticed her before Scott did. Jennifer’s boobs were out on display in front of the whole class, and he didn’t appear to be roused in the slightest.

I leaned in to whisper into his ear “Holy shit dude, you weren’t kidding! She must be packing some big’ole C’s now, huh?” Scott shot me a rude glare and turned back to listen to the presentation.

 

It struck me as odd. Of all people, Scott would want to admire Jennifer’s new ample breasts on display, yet he wasn’t focusing on her enlarged proportions at all. In fact, it appeared as if he was actually listening to the presentation! I was so confused.

 

“…and that is living proof on how birds are the descendants of the tyrannosaurus rex.” Jennifer concluded, and bowed her head. A couple unenthusiastic applauds could be heard throughout the classroom.

 

“Thank you Jennifer for the very… educational oral report.” Mr.Stevens, our teacher, complimented.

 

I leaned in towards Scott “So I guess you’re not digging Jennifer anymore.”

 

He looked at me like I had insulted his own flesh and blood. “Dude that’s my sister you’re talking about!” Little had I known, that was exactly what I had done! I looked around quickly to see if anyone heard him raise his voice “SHhh! What the hell are you talking about?” “She’s my fucking sister- that’s what!” he snapped. “Wow ok, I’m sorry.” I sat in awkward silence with him until the end of class. My mind struggled to figure out what the hell was going on.

 

That’s when things got even stranger.

 

I felt a pair of hands wrap around my stomach “Hey there, cutie. I really enjoyed last night.” I turned around and looked down into Katie’s bright blue eyes. “See you on Friday, ‘k?” She leaned forward on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek “Talk to you later!”

 

My initial reaction was shock, followed by confusion, and then amusement with a hint of arousal. “I see you and Katie are hitting it off nicely,” I heard Scott tease. “I guess so.” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

 

 

 

The next morning I found myself roused awake by the same very vivid dream of Katie in my bedroom. It struck me as odd that the dreams seemed to end right when she would begin to take her clothes off.

 

“Good morning, Peter! I made you breakfast!” my mom greeted me, as I entered the kitched. I walked over to her gave her an appreciative kiss on the cheek. Once again something caught my attention as off-balance, but I didn’t let it ruin my breakfast feast before me!

 

“I made you scrambled eggs and ham,” she leaned in and placed a plate full of food in front of me. “and some orange juice.” I knew it was wrong checking out my own mother, but I couldn’t help but notice her breasts looked very full today. It gave her a more motherly essence about her.

 

“Enjoy! I hope you like it, P.” she always did call me the strangest of nicknames, but once again I didn’t let anything bother me from the wonderful meal.

 

Breakfast came and went, and before I knew it I was standing outside of school, ready to take on yet another full day.

 

It seemed just as that thought had crossed my mind I was struck with the strongest pain in my head. It was throbbing, like it had a heartbeat of its own. I had to kneel down onto the ground, else I would have fallen.

 

When the pain was just beginning to fade I noticed a hand being offered down to me.

 

“You alright there, buddy?” It was Scott. “What happened?”

 

I stood up, wondering the same thing. “I-I’m not quite sure. I just suddenly got hit by the world’s biggest headache. I just hit me and then left.”

 

“Weird…maybe you should go see the nurse man. Who knows, it could be poor blood circulation or something.” He implied. I laughed to myself a little. Scott was never the one to make such observations. He was more of the Robbin type—a sidekick.

 

“Well, I suppose it could be, but I doesn’t seem to have lasted very long. I should be fine.” I reasoned with myself. “It’s you’re body man. Just sayin’”