Ally looked up from the book she was reading and was met with ice cold blue. The boy licked his lips as his eyes glistened staring into the girl's significantly darker orbs. Ally blushed furiously looking back down at her book attempting desperately to get his image out of her mind. She glanced up again to find dead space all around her. She was confused. She only looked down for a few seconds and already the boy was completely gone! Folding the corner of the page, she closed her book, clutched it closely towards her body and stood up from her chair setting of to find the mysterious boy with blonde hair.
She spent tens of minutes looking for the boy around the small library but to no avail. She was shocked; the library was probably only about 200 square meters and she made sure to keep an eye on the exit so where could he have gone? With angst she set off home being put off reading by images of that beautiful man. By the time she got home it was already dark; her mum and brother were already asleep. She flopped down onto the sofa and flicked on the TV to find something good to watch. As she mindlessly flicked through the channels she decidedly found nothing to watch as a smashing sound could be heard from inside the kitchen.
She scrambled to her feet and picked up whatever could be used for a weapon around her and headed towards the kitchen. With stiff fingers she pushed open the door. When it swung open there was a smashed mug on the floor but nothing else to find. But how could the mug fall? Ally asked herself. There were no windows in the small room to bring in a gust of wind nor anything else that would suggest that a person could be in there. With shivers still sliding up and down her back she bent down and cleaned up the mug.
Ally checked the time, it was one o'clock again, she was going to be sleeping through her lessons again. Still being haunted by the boy's image she too slinked into bed. Ally tossed and turned for hours but just couldn't get the boy out of her head! He was just so gorgeous! She's never felt this way about a boy before, especially one she hasn't even seen in real life for more than 5 seconds. Without thinking about it her hand slivered down her body still thinking about the boy.
She started to moan quietly at first but then getting progressively louder. She imagined her fingers being replaced with the boys, the boy she has been lusting over for years, never once actually thinking she'll meet Tom in person. She imagined him kissing her neck, licking her nipples, pushing her up against a wall and thrusting deep into her. These thoughts would be alien to her 10 minutes earlier, she was an innocent girl but right now they felt like second nature. With several throaty moans and those blue eyes clouding her vision she climaxed soaking her fingers and bed.
As she resided from the pleasure she realised what she had just done. Her brain was filled with regret as she knew her 4 year old brother was just in the room next to hers. She blushed deeply when she thought back onto what she had done. It was so naughty for her! But then that was all forgotten as she saw the very familiar icy blue eyes from behind her curtain.
Ally rushed towards her window but she was already too late; there was nothing there but a tear of fabric and an open window. When she bent down to pick up the cloth she felt it wet against her fingers. Upon further inspection she realised it was white and sticky, but what could it mean?