EroticReverie

Bryan

I was in the other room across the hall after having taken a sleeping Sadie to her bed in the girls room, when I'd heard her moaning and mumbling. I'd gotten up to see what was wrong, thinking she was awake when I found her laying there on her back, shuffling her legs together under the blanket and squirming as she murmurmed incoherent words and sounds that sounded curiously like pleasure, but I also wasnt sure if it was pain, so I'd called her name till she woke up, my eyes actively trying to avoid the hard points of her nipples under her little mint colored romper she still had on. 

Now after waking her, teasing her about dreaming about me, only to accidentally find out, she WAS dreaming about me. Shit, that ego boost will last me a month or two alone. I go back to the room across the hall and I close the door because the thought of Sadie getting off in her sleep to thoughts about me, even though unintentional, was hot as fuck and my dick liked that, a fucking lot. 

I sit on the edge of the bed, just looking at the fucking door, wishing I could see through both my door and hers as I rub the fucking grow hard on in my shorts. She might not want to think about me when she gets off, but this would definitely not be the first time I let Sadie be the star of my fantasies. 

I think about her ass on that hike this morning, how good it looked in those work out shorts. I groan and close my eyes as I squeeze dick through my shorts letting my mind go wild with the things I wish we could've done together in those woods.

I push my shorts down, cursing knowing I'm gonna have to fucking get off now that my mind is racing with thoughts of those tight shorts being peeled of her body and down her legs so I could bend her over a large fallen tree and fuck her right there in the woods. 

I groan as I try to guess what he pussy would like as far as pubic hair. Would she have a hot trimmed bush? A landing strip? Was she shaved bare? Or a little traingle patch of hair, just enough to make a mess of with my cum? 

I exhale, holding back my groans as I imagine her bent over, wanting to know exactly how she looks with her naked ass in the air , how wet she gets, how she'd feel around my cock. I bet she had the best fucking pussy. She had to. She was perfection in every other way, so of course she probably had the platinum kind of pussy that made guys fucking whipped. 

"fuck" I mumble as I fuck my fist and then lift my hand spitting into my palm and lower it back to my cock, wanting to imagine her wet cunt wrapped around my dick as I pounded her against that fallen tree. Imagining the sounds and screams she'd made, how good she'd sound getting fucked. I grunt and I lean back on one hand and look down at my throbbing cock and then at the door. 

"Fuck Sadie" I whisper. "God, I want that pussy" I growl to myself, and at her, even though she can't hear a single word. Was she on the other side of the hall, behind that door touching her pussy ? Was she taking care of the ache between her legs her dream had made? Or was she simply falling back asleep and ignoring her little intrusive dream. 

"fuck" I curse and grab my phone and pull up her instagram, I pull up my favorite picture of her, one I've jerked off to several times. It was from last summer, of her in a long maxi style dress and it fit her like a fucking glove, to every curve from her tits down to her thighs where it fell a bit looser. But she was turned slightly to the side in front of a painting on the side of a cafe downtown , that several girls flocked to to take pictures for their social media. But I cant admire a single thing on that fucking wall, but instead my eyes drift over the profile of her body, the way her ass pops out effortlessly, no back breaking pose needed for fucking Sadie. The girl had been blessed by whatever ass gods were handing out asses the day she was born, cause fuck. 

Then the curve of her breasts, and that tiny little fucking pouch of her belly that unlike most girls, she doesnt bother trying to hide or suck in. She was so fucking sexy, it should be illegal. While I normally prefer her hair down, she had it swept up into a little updo and was laughing at the camera. I wasnt sure if it was a true candid shot, or if it was a posed laugh, but fuck she looked so hot when she smiled and laughed. 

I've jerked off to several pics, more obvious ones, like pictures of her in a bikini, or a nice top or a scandalous mirror selfie or two. But this one, her basically covered, but still looking hot as fuck, got me off every god time without fail. I look away, from my phone and close my eyes because I wasn't fucking ready to cum yet, I close my eyes, and my little forest fantasy plays on, except now instead of those workout pants she's wearing that maxi dress, with it hiked up, and it's bunched in my hands as I make her tits bounce in her dress while I fuck her from behind. I can almost feel that ass of hers bouncing back on my cock and hitting my hips, how good it must look jiggling when she's getting fucked. My cock and me hating every fucking guy who has ever had the fucking privilege. 

Now in my little fantasy , I've turned her around and pulled down the front of her dress, her hot tits are out, my mind deciding how they look, the shade of her nipples and how her breasts would fall naturally as I slide my cock back inside her. In my head, I'm deciding she has only her pussy lips shaved, and everything above is trimmed and full and it's hot as fuck. 

"Fuck" I groan as I breathe heavier and jerk myself off faster and then look at my phone, tapping the screen flicking it back on to look at her. 

"Fuck Sadie" I curse at the picture. 

I groan as I blow my fucking load the instant I look back at her photo. My cock throbbing as cum pulses from the head and across the fucking floor and I drips down my fucking hand as the last of it escapes and I exhale and grumble at the mess I made, tossing my phone to the bed and exhaling as I give my cock a few more strokes before lifting my hand and holding up my shorts as I walk to the small bathroom in the room i'm sharing and clean my fucking hand and my dick off. Then grab toilet paper to clean up my obscene fucking dedication to the girl across the hall from the god damn floor. 

I grab my phone and go downstairs and then grab a beer from the fridge and sit on the couch , the slight bit of shame that courses through me everytime I jerk off to her is still there, and making me feel guilty. I always felt like a fucking pervert everytime I jerked off to girls I knew and wasnt actually dating. For some reason celebrities and porn stars were fair game. But it made me feel like a jackass that I got off to regular girls without them knowing. Guys did it all the time, women did too, but still. It made me feel like I was some creepy pervert.  But the guilt never lasted long, I'd get over it and jerk off to her again anways. As I had been for years now. 

Instead of watching television, I scroll through her instagram, looking at her picture, her captions. Going through her highlights, watching stored videos of past parties or things she's done or places she went. I give a little snarl to any of the photos of videos that include her exes. Never liked a single one of em.

I switch over to my messages, replying to a few girls that sent me dms. Then I pull up my Tinder as well as Bumble, to check if I got any new matches. Replying to more messages on each app, one girl only a few miles from the campsite we were at and I wonder if I should ask for a hookup. There was no way I was going to stay a sane fucking man being in this massive cabin all week with her. Because there was also no way I was going to leave her all by herself all week. But maybe, I could get out at night, when the rest of our friends were here, just to fucking blow off the steam of being around her all god damn day without being able to just fucking kiss her. 

I shoot the offer to the girl, and don't truly expect her to accept, so I'm going to have figure out another way to get through this week. 

My phones dings with a text message. 

It's Sadie. 

"You can say no. But can you please bring me ice for my ankle, it's really swollen." 

Immediately i'm up of the couch, throwing back the rest of my beer and walking to the kitchen and shooting her a text back. 

"Getting it now. Stay put." I reply back.

chances are with her, she'd feel guilty about asking and then try to get up and tell me to nevermind that she'd get herself so she didnt have to bother me. 

I grab an ice pacck sitting in the freezer that we brought to throw in lunch bags for the bringing down to the lake on certain days, but I snag one and bring a thin towel with me as I go back upstairs.

"Doctor Bryce is-" I stop talking when I see her eyes watering. 

"Hey" I say walking over and I look down at her ankle. It's a lot more swollen than it was. 

"Jesus, here." I say and carefully sit on the end of the bed and lay the towel over her ankle. 

"Careful" she squeaks when I go to lower the ice pack. She's biting back tears.

"Sadie if it hurts this much , we should take you to doctors." I say and she shakes her head. 

"No" she says and a tear slips and my brows pinch together and I look back at her ankle as I slowly , very slowly lay the ice pack on her ankle. 

"This is so embarrassing" she says and swipes at her tear angrily. 

"Why?" I ask. "You're hurt." 

"It's a sprained ankle, I know you think I'm being a fucking baby, and that you don't want to be sitting up in here taking care of me, and i don't know why you're even being so nice" she says and the more she talks the more her tears start to come. 

"Hey" I say and I get up and I move around the bed and get on it slowly and then sit up beside her and wrap my arm around her and let her lean into me. 

"Stop being nice to me" she cries, but leans in anyways.

"I promise once you're back to normal, I will stop being nice. but right now, just let me take care of you, okay?" I say and stroke her hair. she sniffles. 

"and you're not being a baby, injuries fucking hurt, and your company isn't so bad. " I say teasing her slightly. 

"but if the swelling doesnt go down, i'm bringing you to the doctor" I tell her. 

"It's fine" she argue. "you're not bringing me to the fucking doctor" she says and I dont bother arguing.

"Dont have much of a say do ya gimpy? Cause i could throw you over my shoudler and drag your little broken ass there" I tell her and she shoves me with her shoulder. 

"Does it feel better with the ice?" I ask and she nods, as we both look at her ankle. 

"I'm sorry your vacation got ruined." I say and she shakes her head. 

"Not your fault. As much as I wanna blame you." she jokes and I smile.

"You can blame me if you want." I say and she lets out a soft laugh and sniffles and I lift my hand, swiping away the wetness at the corner of her eye and down her cheeks. 

"Have to admit....you're fucking hot even when you cry, it's insane" I say and she lets out a laugh and pushes my hand away. 

"shut up" she shakes her head and looks back down to her foot. 

"I'm serious...while I prefer you smiling over everything, you're fucking hot even being a little cry baby" I tease and she shoots me a death stare. 

"Dont" she says and her lip quivers. 

I smile. "Im sorry, i'm sorry, i'm teasing. Dont cry again, fuck. " I say and kiss her foreheaad and pull her head against my chest shoulder and she whimpers. 

"Maybe its that time of the month, i dont know why im even crying, it doesnt even hurt that bad." she says and I dont know if she's lying about the pain of it or not. 

"Do you need some chocolate ? A romantic comedy? Some tampons? " I ask and she lets out a little laugh and sniffles again and shakes her head. 

"well...maybe some chocolate." she says and I smile and kiss the top of her head.

"On it." I say. "You want me to bring you downstairs, or you want me to bring it back up here for you?" I ask her and she shakes her head. 

"I'm kidding, i'm fine" she says and I lift her chin and narrow my eyes. 

"Are you lying because you dont want me being nice to you?" I cock my brow in question.

I watch her look at me, and I don't realize how close our faces are until I can feel her breath against my mouth when she parts her lips to speak and stops. Her eyes on mine as she just stares into them. 

What did I ask her? I forgot already as I just stare back into her eyes, my eyes moving, looking over her face, scanning every perfect part of her face. Her brows, her cheeks, her nose, those lips. 

I swallow as I let my eyes lift back to hers. 

"You should go." she says softly. The words sting a little. 

"why?" I ask quietly as I let my thumb on her chin slip along her jaw line as I my fingers slip back into her hair, my thumb carressing her cheek and she lets her eyes drift shut. 

"Because." she exhales. 

"What if I want to stay?" I ask and she opens her eyes and looks at me. She shakes her head slightly, and I want to pout like a fucking child when she slips her hand up and pulls my hand from her hair and leans away from me. 

"I'm tired." she says. "Thank you for the ice." 

I don't say another word, because I'm not going to beg her or make a fool of myself. Maybe she's right, maybe I do need to go. Maybe I need to fuck every girl within walking distance just to get the urge to kiss her out of my fucking head. 

I get up off the bed. 

"Let me know if it gets worse, alright?" I ask and she nods without looking at me and I lift my hand and rub the back of my neck, wanting to say something, not knowing what it is or how I want to say it. 

She lifts her eyes and looks at me, and I swallow again and her eyes stay on mine as I just stand at the end of the bed and take a breath. 

"Right...well....alright." I say, without the guts to say a damn thing else, and I leave Sadie in her room. Making my way back downstairs with smell of her hair in my fucking nose as I plop down onto the couch, lift both hands drag them down my face.

"fuuuuuuck" I grumble, and lay my head back as I slap my hands down to the couch cushions. 

This week was going to fucking kill me.