1 Her evening with him had been way too short. Troy, coming back to her out of the blue, was everything she wanted a man to be: attentive, sweet, and handsome as the dickens. He took sex to an entirely new level. Fantasizing his body moving swiftly in and out of hers made her react, react to the point that her fingers moved to her still-moist core, feeling where he had played until his satisfaction erupted all over her. Her tempo increased, making her fingers slide between her wet folds with almost as much precision as his.
Sexual satisfaction was but seconds away, and her mind's eye could only conceive of one thing; Troy's bare chest, and how his tight hard nipples felt against her tongue. A sweet sensation exploded inside her as she imagined troy hovering over her, pumping inch after inch of his hot, stiff cock into her. In her mind, she could see herself reaching for and smoothing his raging shaft, guiding it deeper into her, pumping her, teasing her, heaving up and down as he thrilled every part of her.
Her body jerked, and her soft, smooth voice called to a man who was there only in memory—but what a memory he was. The sheets fell from the bed; her legs parted farther and farther as her make-believe lover turned he out. She felt like the freak of the week, and for once, was glad to have that daunting title.
When she returned to herself, she looked around the room in a haze. The moon shone brightly into her window, casting eerie shadows of a nearby tree. Her gown was bunched between her thigh, and sh knew her hair was a fright, but the dream was well worth it. Was that what it was, a damn dream? Was troy simply a dream? If so, why him?
She bounced from her bed and looked into the mirror. The hicky he'd given her was still on the side of her neck. It looked sexy for some reason, and she delicately rubbed it, making sure it was really there instead of something manufactured by an overactive mind. She smiled at the tender bruise, liking that fact that it was real and he had given it with such passion.
She returned to her bed and pulled the scattered covers above her still-heaving chest. Within minutes Sharpay slipped into sleep with one thing in her mind—seeing troy again the next night.
