Stork sat idly in his room, thinking over the last few days in his head. He hung his head as he pictured her, smiling softly as he dreamed to see her again. Suddenly, a knock at his door. Who could be so brazen as to disturb his peaceful "me" time? Maybe it was her...
No. He had to stop thinking that way. She could never feel the same way about him... could she? I mean, they were just so different... and he knew she liked another...
Oh, how he hated him for that... the man who took his love away from him... the way she melted whenever he was near... how much he wished she'd do that for him...
"She could never love me..." He finally said, tears welling up in his eyes. The knock came again, a little louder this time.
"Go away!" He yelled loudly, trying to keep from crying until whoever it was left. The last thing he needed was for the others to think he needed them to do something.
Only she could help him now... oh, how he longed for her touch... to inhale her sweet scent...
He grew excited as his imagination ran wild; thoughts of an unthinkable love filled his head. He imagined how their children would look, how they'd settle into a nice little house to raise their family. He watched in his mind as they grew old together, they kids long gone, until it was just the 2 of them once more...
That damned knocking! It won't stop! He angrily stomped over to the door, pushed the button to open it, and he readied his speech about privacy, when he saw... her.
She smiled nervously, aware that she'd disturbed him. He didn't mind at all. In fact, he welcomed it. He would never admit it, but as he looked up and down her lithe frame, his arousal slipped free from his control. Oh, no... she's noticed! She's blushing!
"What do I do now!? This is humiliating!" He thought as her cheeks grew darker. He felt his own cheeks heat up, and he turned around to hide his... well, you know.
"Stork, can I come in?" She stepped a little closer, hoping she wouldn't be refused. But he was in no condition to entertain guests... not like this...
"Well, actually..." Before he could finish, she pushed past him, brushing up against his erection. He groaned a bit; a sound that was barely audible. Somehow, she noticed. She drew even closer to him, gently stroking his cheek. Wait, is she...?
He received a soft kiss as a reply. Her lips caressed his as she pulled him even closer, closing the door behind them as she pulled him back into his room.
"Stork, don't be afraid... you know we both need this..." She softly cooed in his ear, before resuming their kiss. She pushed him further into the room, wrapping her arms around his neck as they came closer. He hesitated at first, but he slowly warmed up to her, and before he knew what was going on, their tongues were wrapped together in his mouth.
He moaned in pleasure as she pulled off his shirt, rubbing her soft hands across his cold chest. She kissed down to his hips, removing one belt after another with a soft "click", until his erection slid free of its cloth prison. He shuddered in delight as her tongue danced across his length, leaving a slick trail of saliva behind as she parted her lips and took him in. He let go of his fears as her hot mouth surrounded him, and he bucked his hips in time with her neck as she bobbed up and down. He moaned louder as she pulled free, sliding his pants down around his ankles. She pulled off her own shirt, her perfectly round breasts bouncing free as she did.
"Does she not wear any underwear?" He thought. She slowly, torturously pulled down her pants, which made him whimper a bit in anticipation. She slowly beckoned him with a flirtatious wave forward, and he dumbly followed her to his bed, where he quickly mounted her and began thrusting as hard as his scrawny frame would allow. She panted with his thrusts, his member easily sliding into her as he pounded away. After what seemed like an eternity, they both neared their orgasms. With one final thrust, her walls clamped down around him as she screamed his name, which, of course, brought him to his own orgasm, and as he panted in exhaustion, he laid down on top of her, letting the warmth of her breath on his neck be the last thing he felt before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Just before he dozed off, however, he heard a knock... soft at first, but soon louder and louder, until...
"Hey, Stork! You're 20 minutes late for breakfast! Hurry up or you won't get any!" Finn called through the door. He shot up, looking around. Had it all been a dream?
"It's okay, Stork... just give me a few more minutes..." Came a soft voice from beside him. He smiled happily.
He must have had one hell of a dream...
