Author's Note: This is a short one-shot that I came up with, I don't know how, but here it is, enjoy!

WARNING: If you hate stories that contain lemons, don't read.

Her Own Fantasy

Amanda groaned and put her hand to her head, she had been wanting to write a heartfelt song to John to explain her feelings but for some reason she couldn't focus. As she finally grasped an idea, it suddenly got hot in the tiny space of her bed so she threw off her red skin tight shirt. Still not cool enough, she sighed and threw her black pants across the room and being the type of person that she was, Amanda didn't bother to wear anything underneath her clothes so there she lay completely naked. After a few pointless minutes of searching her mind she tossed the paper and pen aside in disgust. She continued to lie there, John was sleeping peacefully in the next room but Amanda preceded to rub between her legs allowing a moan to escape her lips. She imagined her and John in the throws of passion, not the John she knew though. No, the John she imagined only existed in her deepest desire, which at this point were wrapped in the confines of her most intimate fantasy. She could taste the twenty-something's tongue in her mouth dancing swiftly around her own, which made Amanda only moan more, "Oh yes John," she breathed as she felt his tongue slip from her mouth into the area in which her fingers explored, "OH MY GOD, yes John, oh deeper." Amanda paid no attention to the feeling of her approaching orgasm and she moved her hand faster, gaining more pleasure with each passing second, "Wait John, you're going to make me…" Before she got the last word out, her hand became wet with her ejaculate, as did her bed and everything that surrounded it, well at least I still know how to please myself, she thought as she fell asleep.

Author's Note: I told you that this fic was a short one, please review!