I Have Dreamed
I have dreamed that your arms are lovely,
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be.
I have dreamed every word you whisper.
When you're close,
Close to me.
How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view.
In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved by you,
I will love being loved by you.
Tom Quincy watched the blonde sixteen-year-old prance out of the sliding door in her deep red bikini. It must've been at least ninety degrees that day, and he was thankful for the heat when he watched her strut to the outdoor longue chairs. He knew his ungodly thoughts about shoving the young girl against the pool walls and taking her innocence was just as much illegal as immoral, but he couldn't shake them. Not only was this angel before him jailbait with solid perky B-cups and a tight perfect ass, but she was also very much off limits. Tristan, his younger brother, had brought her home over Christmas break to introduce her to the family and announce he finally had a girlfriend. Tom had been on break from college and when he first laid eyes on her tight little body wrapped up in a navy blue silk dress his mind became flustered. Her pink lips had looked so soft and her smile was contagious; he became completely enamored by her natural beauty. He remembered when forced to play the piano for the Christmas caroling she jumped to join along. When her arm brushed against his as she sat up straight beside him the electricity galloped through his body and from the warm grin and smoldering eyes he knew she felt it too. Tom recollected that within minutes she was singing Baby It's Cold Outside with him and her voice had captivated and infatuated his entire being. His family around him lost in holiday joy and off-key singing while he was only lost in her ocean-like eyes that had turned a darker shade right before him. But now seeing her again in barely anything on his summer break nearly took his breath away. Ever since that winter he wondered how his brother even tamed such a girl and every day he tried forcing the image of her singing beside him while having one another's full and undistracted attention away. But now thinking back to her voice and reflecting on how ravishing her body looked in that bathing suit the same question still rendered his mind confused; how did Tristan Quincy get Jude Harrison?
Jude Harrison, although young to the world, was not naïve. She knew the look her boyfriend's brother had for her and she knew it since Christmas. She remembered when she first laid eyes on the older Quincy. Unlike Tristan's dirty blonde locks, Tom had dark chocolate hair and his eyes were a much more intense blue. His fit body looked tempting in his button up blue and white striped polo. The hairs on her arms defied gravity when their skin clashed as they played the piano that night. She recalled the way his eyes faltered from the gentle and calming azure to a dark storm of lust when she sang to him. Their connection was undeniable and every second she spent at the Quincy household over that holiday break Jude found a way to brush against him and desperately waited for the moments she could catch him staring her way.
Now summer had arrived and Jude was eager to hang around her significant other's house and it was not because she wanted to be with Tristan. She felt his eyes on her so she made an extra effort to sway her hips before settling into the chair. Her boyfriend had been called into work that morning, but his mother insisted she was part of the family and if Jude wanted to stay and swim it was only fair she could. It was rounding twelve in the afternoon and she began to strenuously apply sun tan oil to her legs. Tom never took his eyes from her because something in his body sensed that from the way she kept biting her lip, that was exactly what she wanted. It may have been wrong to want to seduce your boyfriend of nearly six months brother, but all the nights spent dreaming of this moment would not go away. Today she planned on getting this out of her system.
"Tommy," she called out as innocently as possible trying to sound desperate, "Do you think you could get my back?"
He leaned forward off his chair and looked around to confirm that in fact they were the only ones left, "Sure."
Jude licked her lips as he beckoned to her; she couldn't help the smirk on her face at how fast he had sprung at the opportunity. This only strengthened her belief that if she were to make the first move he would certainly obey. She flimsily tossed him the dark bottle filled with oil before turning on her stomach, "Make sure to get every inch; I don't want any stupid tan lines."
Tom swallowed hard as he opened the container and drizzled the slick liquid to her back. His hand caressed her softly at first not believing how intimate he was touching her at the moment. "Okay" was all he managed to peep out as he rubbed around Jude's back.
She purposely let out tender moans as his hand pressed at her lower back and then continued to dig deeply into her shoulders, "Playing the piano definitely does wonders for your hands."
He almost choked on his own saliva, was this really happening? "I play guitar too."
Jude giggled as her hands reached back to untie her string, "I love a man of many talents." When the strings fell to her side Tom could feel a bulge at his swim trunks and he cursed under his breath, "Don't stop now Quincy, I was just getting into it."
She knew exactly what she was doing. If her calculations were accurate she had at least three hours to herself with Tommy before anyone would return from work, "Jude."
"Yes Tommy?" She half whimpered half whispered as his hands kneaded into the spot just above her buttock.
"Are you even into my brother?" He somehow managed to spew out; beads of sweat dripping down his forehead that weren't just from the temperature outside.
Jude furrowed her eyebrows and shimmied her body slightly under his touch, "What makes you ask?"
"Never mind," Tom had lost his courage fast and the hardened member pressing against his trunks was becoming bothersome.
His hands flew from her back and he rushed to stand up to arrange what was happening in his pants. Jude placed an arm over her chest so she could turn to him, but he had his back towards her, "What're you doing?"
Tom couldn't turn around to face her, not even tucking himself into the hem could hide how she had made him throb, "I need to use the bathroom."
She gulped knowing exactly what reaction she had caused as he oddly walked towards the pool house where an extra bathroom hid. Jude knew this was her moment because if she didn't snatch it now she may never be able to rid herself of these burning desires and she'd always regret not finding out how the other Quincy felt against her. Jude stood up with her stomach rumbling from what everyone would call butterflies and she made her way to the very place Tommy was while retying her top. Shakily her hands twisted the knob and she exhaled after finally entering. There was no doubt the Quincys were an affluent family. Whenever Tom came home he was given the pool house so he had his privacy. There was a miniature kitchenette; a living room equipped with a flat screen and a leather couch, and not to mention a screen divider that concealed Tom's bed. She saw the bathroom door shut and shyly tiptoed her way to it. Pressing an ear against the door she could hear his light groans and a slapping noise; it was exactly what she expected. Just the thought of Tom Quincy masturbating to her sent erotic chills through her body that could be felt directly at her core.
She knocked. "Uh, just a minute." A shaken Tom had replied. But Jude didn't need that minute. The doorknob turned fully and she forced her way into the bathroom where Tommy was rushing to hide his member. "Jude what the-"
"Shh," she spoke nimbly placing a finger to his lips. Her other hand grabbed brazenly the bulge he frantically tried withholding, "I know you've been thinking about this since we met."
Tommy was too in shock to react; his wildest fantasies were acting out, "Jude I-"
"Don't," she protested, "don't try telling me I'm wrong. I know because I felt it too. When your skin touched mine," she bit her lip and toyed with his manhood, "it was electric. I had images of you fucking me on that piano instantly."
He swallowed the lump in his throat before hanging his jaw open, "You're sixteen, and not to mention you're dating my brother."
"Those are just excuses Tommy. I never thought you to be a pansy," Jude teased as her hand still grazed along his stiff dick through his shorts.
"I'm not," he harshly whispered against her lips. "Do you really think you could handle me Jude? I'm much more of a man than my little brother."
"Your little brother hasn't shown me anything yet Quincy. I've been saving that for you." Jude seduced insinuating her virginity was still fully in tact and she was strongly prepared to offer him it.
"How were you so sure I'd go for this? What if I ran and told Tristan what a little whore his girlfriend was being?" Tom brushed his lips to her ears as his hand rested at her neck.
His voice made her shutter and her head rolled back as his tongue slithered over her ear, "I want to be a whore Tommy. I don't want to be a little girl anymore."
Against his better judgment Tom's lips trailed kisses on her neck. Her skin tasted of warn vanilla with a hint of salt. His hand dropped to explore her curves and demandingly grab her hips. She allowed herself to be lifted onto the bathroom's sink, "You've been a bad bad girl Jude."
Her hands wrapped around his neck and she brought her lips to his. It was time to taste the tongue she's been craving, "You haven't been all that good yourself Quincy." With his last name still ringing she devoured his mouth and surely the sparks flew like they both had known was coming. Her hands roamed through his messy dark brown hair and Tom hugged her tighter feeling her legs drape around his waist. His hands scooped beneath her ass and it felt as amazing as he imagined over and over again in his endless wet dreams of Jude. Tommy captured her in his arms and without breaking their kiss walked her out of the bathroom. He let their lips fall as she seized his neck between her teeth while he made his way to his bed with her in his arms. He knocked over the room divider but it hadn't fazed him as he dropped his teenage beauty to the mattress.
"I'm going to hell," Tom chuckled as he stared down at Jude's willing body, her eyes begging to be savaged. He crawled between her legs kissing her firm stomach and trailing to her breasts. His hand dug beneath her back to hastily untie her top. Jude grinned as he pulled the triangles to expose her perfectly shaped tits and alluring nipples. Like a magnet his tongue darted to lick and he felt her nipples harden in his mouth. She grabbed his hair harshly as he turned her on and played with her breasts. Letting out soft moans Jude threw her head back feeling Tom's free hand slide up and down her sides.
'This is even better than I imagined," she admitted huskily as his lips yet again led down her stomach.
His head fell between her legs and his eyes met hers, "How often have you thought about this?"
"Every day," she hushed as his fingers tugged down her bikini bottoms.
His breath hitched as he took in her fully naked body; it was perfection. He was a handsome man and had his share of women but none of them came close to the perfection that was Jude Harrison. Without hesitation his tongue licked inside her walls and Jude called out his name. Tom's member was throbbing in his shorts as his tongue dove vigorously inside her and he pushed his fingers to her swollen clit for extra friction. Jude's legs were tightening as he worked his heaven scent tongue and calloused fingers on her heat. His index finger suddenly dug inside her walls allowing his slimy tongue more access. Jude felt on the verge of screaming and Tom could hardly wait to get inside of her feeling how tight and wet she was. Tasting her liquid on his tongue he brought himself up to her lips. "You taste better than I could have ever dreamt." He bent his head to permit her to savor her own juices as well. His dick pressing firmly against her crotch, he began rocking his hips into her.
This motion caused Jude to join in wanting to feel more and more of the over zealous pleasure. Her delicate fingers played with the hem of his swimming trunks and she hungrily pushed them down revealing his very endowed and thick member. Jude's hand grasped it and Tom groaned into her mouth as their tongues still danced. He pulled from her and hovered over her face, "You have one last chance to stop me."
Jude bit her lip and stared deep into his desire packed eyes, "I've waited long enough Tommy. Give me what we both want."
Her words stung his ears feverishly and wreaked havoc on his mind. It was way too late to turn back so his hand shook as he adjusted himself before her walls, "This is gonna hurt."
"I've always liked pain," Jude retorted preparing herself for his grand entrance.
Jude was everything and more than he could have ever expected. For as long as he had known her she had only been a sexual fantasy, but now before him practically begging for his cock he felt like a high school-er himself. He was twenty-one and hardly able to form full sentences in Jude's presence. When he finally pushed deep into her walls and passed her penetrable hymen it hit him, what he had always known. That feeling deep inside him was not just lust, there was raw emotion that was impossible to evade. As Jude felt his length within her and the pain that burned she caught the look in his eyes. Although it was still filled with undeniable desire, she saw a light shine from behind the dark depths wrapping around his pupils. His slow pace allowed her to get more comfortable with such a size in between her legs. With every pump in and out she realized there was more than only one reason she gave herself to him. Jude learned what she had always feared; this was more than a schoolgirl crush.
Tom pressed tightly against her loving the feeling of their bare chests touching. He had always envisioned slamming senselessly into her but now with Jude beneath him in all of her gorgeous and fragile glory all he could muster was a slow agonizing pace. Jude let out moans as her nails dug into his back leaving behind long red lines. Tom's lips pressed to her neck, he wanted to make her first time feel as good as it possibly could. Jude began to swivel her hips in circles around his member as he thrusted into her. Her legs wrapped tighter around him as their sweaty bodies began to synchronize. Their heartbeats fastened along with the pace as neither of them could contain themselves much longer. Tom felt the pressure rising in his dick and the pleasure waves falling over his body. Jude felt her body convulse as her walls squeezed his member impossibly tighter, both of them releasing at the same exact moment.
Tom fell beside her not wanting to crush her. Jude, although weak and warn out, turned to her side to face him. His hand dug into her moist wavy hair and he held her head, "Break up with my brother."
Jude closed her eyes letting the words sink in. It took her a few minutes to respond, but there was not one hint of hesitation in her voice, "Okay."
The End
