My story for the Bunny Contest:

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Dreaming of You:

First Shot

I knew for almost damn sure that a sane person didn't fly all the way from Alaska to California to meet up with a stranger said person had met on a popular porn site. But with his sweet and smooth talking, and greatly admirable looks, he convinced me to fly over to his location, several hundred miles away, for a nice session of BDSM. With my love for older men, I was more than happy to be here.

Everything was laughs and giggles, until he asked me about my age. I had lied, using the same smooth talking he'd used one me, saying to him I was a few months into my eighteenth year of life. He liked that—he loved younger girls and I loved older men—and he especially liked his ladies close to eighteen and even better if the ladies were "untouched". I was the package he wanted, in one way, because I had not been deflowered. But my amazing lie was caught—he asked me about my year of birth and sent me to hell when he figured the calculations.

Not three months into the eighteenth year, but a few months away from eighteen.

He ditched me without a word, leaving me like an unwanted cat in the middle of the carnival where we had decided to meet.

But that was alright because I was in paradise.

I had come to California to get myself a man. And a man I was going to get. Not for the rest of my life, no—those boys were at home. One of the reasons I had flown here, I wanted a casual love affair that brought about easy and sleazy sex. I wanted no strings attached. No relationship drama or stress. I wanted casual—casual was less complicated.

Through my desperate state, only desperate for some fun times—please don't tell me those Californian men are going to fail me too in joining me for some "casualness"—I finally noticed what surrounded me.

It was like a dream.

I hated the thought of waking because this kind of dream would most likely fade from my mind as soon as I opened my eyes.

I was dreaming—never in my life had I seen the magnificent beauty I saw now.

The lights.

The beach.

The pier.

Lovely sounds like endless laughter, endless chatter, endless noise, endless. . .life.

The sounds that reached my ears gave me a joyous, thrilled feeling. My heart pumped in excitement. This. . .this was not anything I could ever see in my Alaska.

I was awestruck, delighted at having been brought here.

Here, the sun was almost gone, but all the lights surrounding us were enough to make up for the darkness the absence of the sun left.

I had been in awe from the first day I had arrived here.

And now, my last day here, I was mesmerized.

With the fact that I would soon depart from this place in my mind, it made every scenery even more amazing.

The beauty was gloried, if that was understandable.

As the minutes ticked by, I hated to leave this place.

With nobody by my side, I should have felt alone, but I didn't. I didn't know anyone, but I felt as if I knew everyone. I was in comfort and I never wanted to leave. I checked my phone for the time, and I realized I had an hour left to enjoy this dream, before a plane took me back to reality.

I quickened my pace, losing myself in the crowds of people, weaving around places and through places. Before long, I found myself a few feet away from the beach shore, gazing in wonder at the way the sun's last rays danced across the gleaming ocean, illuminating the ocean top in the most stunning way. Alaska was striking in its own way. . .but this, this sunset on the beach was indescribably gorgeous.

I stood staring at the beach, never wanting to leave.

"I've never seen a sight so beautiful," said a voice from beside me.

With the tone he was using, I couldn't decide if he was referring to the sunset view or. . .well, me.

The wind had carefully been teasing my long hair but now, somehow it decided to blow my hair all over the place, eventually stopping in a mess in front of my eyes.

The mysterious man chuckled. "Here, let me help you with that."

At first, I was kind of pissed at having been interrupted. But that soon faded.

I dared a peek over at him, quickly admiring his looks when his face came into my view. The simplest looks, brown eyes and brown hair—he made those features seem utterly handsome on a man. Before I had been a judge of these looks, I fell for men with blonde hair and blue eyes. Everyone liked the blonde haired, blue eyed boys. . .there was no uniqueness in those characteristics.

This man was gorgeous.

Nothing compared to the cute man I had been about to do.

This man was attractive, handsome, charming, everything and anything else in relation to gorgeous.

He was like a dream.

When my hair was straight again, he looked into my eyes. "Indeed, very beautiful. . ."

I couldn't help but blush, but my bashfulness quickly faded when my thoughts finally caught up to me.

I had found what I had been seeking for—a Californian man!

The first man had escaped the hands of my desires easily, but this man would not have it as easy as the first.

This man was staying with me.

"It really is a stunning sight," I said, but my eyes were on him, paying no mind to the sunset and ocean.

"Prettiest thing I have ever seen. . ."

"I wouldn't mind feeling it against my skin. . .caressing me in a passionate way."

He and I both weren't talking about the sunset any longer. I turned to him completely, done with suggesting tones that implied that I wanted him. We hadn't been talking about the sunset from the start.

"It's so beautiful. . .I love what I have in front of me."

The unknown man smiled.

"I take it you're not from around here?" he asked, ever so serious.

I scrunched up my eyebrows together, but it probably looked like I was having a seizure. "Have you been following me around?"

"No. . .I always hear that from tourists that come visit this annual summer carnival."

I stayed quiet, taking in a breath. As the sun went down, I couldn't help but notice how romantic it would be if I had someone loved by my side, preferably a beau, holding his hand as the sun slowly settled in, maybe having him slowly lean to my side and unexpectedly kiss my lips, once, twice, however many kisses he desired, while he held me in the most romantic way.

"What are you thinking about?"

I lied about my thoughts, because it would be kind of strange to tell my romantic thoughts to a stranger. What was I saying—all those books my best friend made me read were getting to me. I was becoming a romantic. Focus. Focus, Rose. I came here for a romantic, but very BDSM-like romp in the hay, figuratively speaking. In other words, I was here for nice, casual sex.

How could I express my thoughts to this stranger?

"Silence does not work on me, by the way. If you aren't going to share your thoughts, I sure will. I think you are beautiful and I want to take you out on a date."

I made a face, but I was glad he had taken the first step. "My time here is limited. Had to call an early flight, since. . .my plans didn't go as they should have gone." Sucked. The man that had ditched me looked as if he were good at anything my mind and body desired. But this stranger—he was a hunk and I wouldn't hesitate to wager he was a well-hung hunk.

Delicious.

"What were your plans?" he asked, with mild curiosity.

"Meeting up with a guy that was supposed to give me the time of my life."

The mysterious guy laughed, a real sexual laugh, promising things—sensual things.

This was exactly what I had been seeking for when I arrived here.

But I was making myself too available. For me, things couldn't be fun without a challenge. A little hard-to-get game would be fun to play.

"Why are you here? I want to be alone," I told him, using sassy attitude. Some men enjoyed finding a challenge in pursuing a girl; I could give him that challenge. Or maybe not. . .

"I don't give up so easily. When I see something I want, I go for it."

I tried to give the silent treatment, but inside, I was thrilled to hear the words coming from his mouth.

As he mentioned, it did not work for long.

"Remember, I don't give up easy."

"What do you want?" I snapped, still keeping up the feisty sassiness.

"I want to talk to you."

I finally moved to face him and wow. . .aside from gorgeous, he was tall. "All right. . .you want to take me out on a date?"

"Yes, I do."

"A date is romantic. I am not into the romantic right now. I came here for a sexual escapade."

"I can give you that," he said. "Whatever you want."

"Just some words before we're off—I came here for something casual and I intend to keep it casual. Strangers stay strange to each other. . .no names should be known."

He winked, taking my hand toward the activity of the fair. He showed me a good time around the carnival—for thirty minutes, leading me to the large Ferris wheel first, pointing out lighted areas when we reached the highest point of the ride. I loved the way his eyes shined with excitement as he spoke about his town. After the rides, he bought me the specialties of the carnival, which included a corn dog, fried Twinkie, large onion rings, and the kettle corn. I really didn't like kettle corn, but the way he placed the kettle inside my mouth, looking into my eyes as if I were the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. . .kettle corn never had been so interesting to me.

After juvenile fun at the carnival, he took me to his truck.

"Do you want to see how a Californian man goes riding?"

I didn't know if he was literally speaking or. . .if he was suggesting something entirely different.

Either way, I wanted to see what he was referring to, so I said, "Show me."

"You look good in that bikini," he muttered, speeding off soon after. He took me places, around town, through abandoned dirt roads—we went everywhere, it seemed. Finally, he slowed down the craziness, slowly pulling in into a driveway, driving until we reached a standstill. Glancing around myself, I realized we were parked near the beach, or the backyard of a large estate, which was the beach shore.

I assumed we were just going to go straight to the point, straight to exploring each other's bodies. But my assumptions were not correct, for he took my hand, motioning toward the beach with a nod of his head. I had believed things would be kept casual, but as the minutes passed by—it was still casual, but casual in a romantic way. Perhaps my earlier wants were becoming reality; the man I had craved for was here, sharing a romantic moment with me.

The man smiled, leading me toward the beach when we managed to step out of his truck, after placing a blanket against the ground.

"You're so lucky," I said. "You live in paradise. Alaska is beautiful, but not this kind of beautiful."

The stranger shrugged. "I suppose. . .my eyes have seen something much more beautiful than what you call beautiful. And yes"—his eyes landed on me, on my face, admiring my features—"I am talking about you."

I stood, stunned, unable to comprehend many things. . .like what my name was.

But I was smiling. And happy.

"I have never. . ." He seemed unable to finish, looking away.

"Yeah?"

"I just met you, and I have complicated feelings. . .I am hoping my interpretation of my emotions are wrong, because of what you told me about wanting casual, but. . .I think I love you. You're unlike anyone I've ever known." The man looked confused, looking as if the words he were saying were not something he wanted to admit. He took a breath and then seemed determined. "I can't keep up the bad boy façade you want to see. I don't like playing those games. I like you. More than a lot. More than you want to be liked."

My eyes widened. And it was so scary. . .because I was feeling the same things he had just described. But I never would admit it.

"This is so stupid. . ." he trailed off. "Why did this have to happen to me? I mean. . .we haven't even known each other for an hour. But you have made the greatest impact on my life. I can't not love you. . .it's so pathetic!"

I couldn't hear anything else—I refused to listen to anything else he said. I came here for casual and it was going to stay casual. I couldn't have any hardships acting as extra baggage when I returned to Alaska.

I stopped his romantic speech by putting two fingers to his lips. "I want to hear nothing else. You promised me a good time." My lips against his certainly halted whatever else he wanted to add. His kisses held a promise, and despite me wanting to keep everything casual, he was taking me deeper, taking me to a more intimate level, where emotions were involved, where every emotion involved with love was involved.

Still kissing him, I stepped backwards, walking until my feet were stepping on top of the blanket. He pushed me down on the makeshift bed that rested against the sand, making sure it was him on top. He moved his lips over to mine; I glued my lips with his. We were not holding back now and things between us were becoming more intimate, more sensual.

When we were partially naked, I took my lips off his and buried my head into his chest.

"I am not going to lie. . ." I started, but I didn't know how to continue.

He put an arm on either side of me, holding himself up, looking down at me. "What's wrong?"

"I am scared."

"Scared of what?" To ease my tension, he began to tenderly place kisses over my exposed chest.

"I am scared. . . I have never been with someone—I have never been with a man before. I am virgin," I blurted out. "These feelings I am feeling are so strange to me." I released a breath, feeling nervous, feeling hungry, but not the hungry where I craved food; I craved this man, wanted him to take me in the most loving and gentle way.

"I understand exactly what you're talking about," he whispered against my chest, slowly allowing his tongue to tease one of my breasts, completely pulling off the black string bikini top I had been wearing. "I'll be gentle with you. . .I'll love you. Your first time should never be forgotten. And I know I will never forget our time together because. . .well, this is my first time too."

I was breathless due to his teasing. It was a few minutes before I could manage the ability to speak. "I don't believe you," I breathed out. "You're older than I am and I am sure females follow after you all the time."

"They do. But I am not interested in easy girls."

I released a laugh, finding humor in his words, finding humor in the irony of my situation. I came here for a good fuck but now. . .it was turning into a romantic, affectionate session of lovemaking. "Look at this—you've contradicted your words."

"How so?" he asked, feigning confusion, but I could tell he knew what I was referring to.

"You've agreed to be here with me, with no questions. I offered myself to you and you didn't deny."

"But I want to be here. . ."

He massaged my body with his hands, placing kisses all over my naked body, going from lips to my legs. There wasn't a spot on my body where his hands hadn't touched me. Slowly, I was relaxing, but I was still a bit terrified at this being my first time. "Are you still scared?" he muttered in a question against the skin right above the location of my pelvis. "We can stop. And you can leave. And when you remember me, you'll think of me as just a guy you were close to losing your virginity with."

I tightened my arms around him, keeping him in spot. "I think we share the same feelings. But I don't want to push farther than this. I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my first. I want you to be in my memories when I think about my first time."

The verbal talking was done, but our bodies soon began to speak to each other.

We had no rush, but it was almost ridiculous how much we needed each other. I never knew the power of love. I recalled I had watched the famous movie about the sinking boat, laughing at how fast the two main characters had fallen in love. I laughed, thinking it was just a made up story. It was a made up story, but now I realized that love could happen in that way. Love could happen in a blink of an eye and give someone the most radical emotions.

As more clothes came off, I realized we weren't just having sex—we were making love as if we had been in love for a lifetime, as if we had been sharing a timeless love, and finally decided to take love to the next step.

He began moving on top of me, halting the showering of his kisses against my body. His touches were not something that he stopped, caressing my body, centimeter by centimeter. Like he had done earlier, he held himself up with his arms, admiring whatever he could see of my body, slowly sliding his gaze over me, as if he did not want to miss anything of what my body revealed.

His eyes found mine again; I looked back at him.

His body somehow found itself resting on top of mine again. He grabbed one of my hands and kissed the palm of my hand, as he placed his manhood's head near my entrance, entering me easily, making it as easy as possible for me. I gasped, gripping my hands around his back, digging my nails onto the skin of his lower back. The pain was unbearable, but there was a great pleasure that outweighed the pain.

He pressed a kiss to my exposed neck, as I arched my back for him to take me, more of me, to go deeper than he already was, to connect closer than we already were. We stopped for a few seconds, trying to catch a bit of a breath, but the attempts were futile, since our breathing breaks were interrupted by so much kissing that was happening between us. This was humbling —in reality, this was what I had been seeking for when I visited California. It made me so pained that I would wake up from this beautiful dream so soon.

After giving paced strokes, our control was lost, our sanity soon fading. His pace, the thrusts he was giving me, went from slow to fast, from deep to. . .deeper. I wanted him closer to me. It seemed impossible to have him closer, but in this world we lived in, almost nothing was impossible. I shifted my leg to the side, wrapping it around his waist, effectively bringing us closer. Too soon, too freaking soon. . .but it was more than wonderful when it happened—his orgasm caught up to him. I reached my climax while he enjoyed his, my womanly walls tightening around him, draining him from his seed as he came right within me.

I had never been in such bliss.

I was a bit saddened, as we struggled for breath, as we gave each other longing looks, followed by passionate kisses, that the dream would end so soon.

But enough was never enough.

And that was proved correct when the stranger pushed himself inside me once again for more of those beautiful feelings that came with carnal intimacy . . .

We couldn't stop kissing. . .we couldn't stop loving.

Who the hell cared if I missed my flight?

In the morning, as the ocean waves lapped in, I felt a soft spray of mist against my face. Feeling a tad bit colder, I moved closer to the warm body that held me. A second passed and I was able to finally open both of my eyes, clearly, without constant blinking. The stranger was sleeping, looking like a god captured by the brushstrokes of a very talented artist.

I couldn't enjoy the sight of him long, because he had woken up. He seemed indifferent, guarded, but I could tell the feelings he had been feeling were still the same. I could tell this because, every so often, his eyes were on me, giving me that same passionate look he had been giving me all night as we loved each other under the stars.

We did share one last romantic moment. It only consisted of him stroking my hair and staring into my eyes, while I stayed immobile, enjoying the last few minutes with him.

A minute passed—I was close to tears. I always promised I wouldn't ever ditch my life for a man. I wasn't going to do it now, despite how painful it was to let go of this. . .stranger. No matter how intimate we might have gotten, at the end of the day, he was still a stranger. And he forever would be a stranger to me. It was better to depart now and make things easier for both of us. After all, as agonizing as it might be, I had a life back in Alaska that I had to return to.

I removed his hands away from me, pulling away from him. "We should get dressed."

He nodded, standing up.

I could only admire his gorgeousness for a few seconds before his pants were covering the magnificent beauty I found in the lower half of his body.

I stood up, finally, after a million excuses to stay with him forever ran through my mind. As he had mentioned, we had only known each other for a few hours, but he'd had the greatest effect on my world, brightened my life considerably.

I dressed slow, hoping to prolong our departure.

But slipping into jeans couldn't take an hour, could it?

When I was dressed, I looked up at him, unable to speak, only wanting to express myself with tears.

I never wanted to leave him, but I had to.

"I should go. . ."

What could I say? It was nice meeting you? It was nice sex? I wish I could stay here forever?

Without finding words, I stayed silent.

"The airport is that way," he said, pointing toward the left. "I'll see you when I see you."

Walking away from love had to be the most painful thing I had done in my lifetime.

As I walked away, with so much to say, daring glances over my shoulder at the god that stared out into the sea, tears flowing from eyes—I wondered what was going to happen when I woke up from my dream.

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-Melissa