Katie, as usual, was completely oblivious to the angst of the outside world. Sleeping peacefully, she fell into a dream that started out rather nice and normal... She was walking down the garden path again, holding on to Arch's strong hand. It was nearly the exact scene from earlier, as they sat on the bench to talk, except for a slight dream blurring around the edges...
Smiling contently, Katie gazed up into Arch's face. Arch smiled nervously and turned to face her on the bench. "Katie..." his smile was nervous, but his blue eyes shone with a soft, tender light. His words seemed to come a bit easier than the way they had before, but it didn't bother Katie as he continued. "I know that we haven't known each other for very long... but..." he paused, but more for effect than anything else. "I really like you." he sighed, and again Katie felt the rising anticipation as his face neared her own, his breath warming her lips as he approached.
As Katie's heart pounded rapidly in her chest, he cautiously tested the waters by pressing their lips together softly. His hands came up to cradle her face, and Katie couldn't help but let slip a soft moan of pleasure. She reached up to clasp her hands behind his neck, twining fingers into his hair. Oh, this was fun! Eyes closed, and moaning slightly again in pleasure, Katie fell into the spell of the moment.
So she was not surprised when he began to press in harder on her, deepening the kiss. Moaning again, she opened her mouth, wanting him to take it another step further. A shiver rippled down her spine as her lips were bathed in his warm breath before his tongue slid teasingly light, over her lower lip. Warm hands, pressed their palms flat against her back. The heat of those hands permeated the thin material of her shirt, warming her back as they roamed up... then down... and up again... Mmm... this was good... maybe Arch would have done this if we weren't interrupted...?
The silence was broken by the muffled sound of his light, husky moan into her eager lips. "Katie..." the voice that she heard when they momentarily parted for air was deep, and soft as silk... He groaned, pulling her to him again, his tongue exploring quite boldly now... tasting and teasing. She moaned softly as teeth gently tested both of her lips.
"Ah!" she gasped, she grasped the soft hair at the back of his head, needing to hold on to something real as the deliciously unreal shockwaves of heat and pleasure, all fueled by his lips, washed over her. She was rendered literally helpless against his constant kisses, nibbles, and nips. And his voice... it was so unlike Arch... More like... "Scott..." the name slipped from her mouth before she could even think about it.
Fluttering her eyes open against the tide of pleasure, she gazed across the stronger, manlier features of Scott as opposed to Arch, Katie just sighed in pleasure again, wanting what he did to make her feel so wonderful to continue. Oh, he was definitely the better kisser. Arch's kiss had warmed her heart, but this was spreading that warmth throughout her body, arousing her in the most pleasant way possible. "mMm"...
Gentle and yet demanding, Scott reduced her to a trembling mass of nerves. She felt his lips curl into a grin just before they left hers quite suddenly. "Oh!" she whimpered in protest, "Please, don't stop" advancing again, wanting, and needing those lips again.
He laughed softly, his warm hands pulled her close to him again, though she felt his warm breath bathing the spot just below her ear instead of on her lips "I'm not going anywhere, Sweetheart..." he purred. Teasingly, he brushed the delicate skin of her neck with his lips, nipping and blowing gently raising goose bumps.
Moaning again, still completely blown away by the sheer amount of pleasure he was able to give to her, she held on to his shoulders, trying to stay somewhat upright. Biting back another moan into a back-of-the-throat purr as he trailed his mouth lower, she ran her fingernails across his shoulders. Unable to take it she moaned again, softer, as her fingers found the buttons on his shirt. Undoing them with shaking fingers she ran fingers up and down each inch of skin she bared slowly, wanting him more right then than she had ever wanted another human being.
His seemed to emanate an impossible heat, every inch of velvety soft skin seemed to throb beneath Katie's eager fingertips. With a soft gasp of delight, Katie was oddly pleased to feel thick, soft curls beneath her fingertips as her hands slid lower down his abdomen. Firm muscles beneath the hot skin tensed beneath her hands. The loud sound of a pounding heartbeat resounded in Katie's ears. Was it his ? or hers? A growl sounded deep in his throat, "Mmm, baby..."
She felt his hands at the hems of her own shirt, moan rising as he stripped her of what little lay between them... "I want you so bad," she moaned into his ear, kissing his neck in passion. What came next blew her mind even more, dragging her through fires of pleasure she did not know could even exist. Taking a deep breath to moan/yell his name one last, climaxing time...
...She coughed, and coughed again, tangled in a mess of sheeting and pillow. Sitting up somewhat deliriously, she realized she was clutching on to her pillow instead of Scott, and it was something of a disappointment...
Until she realized exactly whom she'd been having such a dream about! Groaning with guilt, she hid her burning face from the morning light that filtered through the blinds. She was still trembling, and she could have sworn that the feeling of his hot, heart throb body had been so real... so close... She wallowed in both guilt and pleasure as she allowed the memories of the dream and his touches to chill her to the bone... and yet set fires to her flesh.
There came the soft noise of a throat being cleared, and Katie jumped to see Nicole looking wide awake and as if she had been awake for hours, hugging her knees close and resting her chin upon them. Nicole smiled, "Good dream?" she questioned, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Blushing, Katie nodded. Very good...
"So, what was it about?" Nicole questioned, though the main point was obvious... Katie had had a sex dream, and Nicole wanted to know about whom.
"Nothing." Katie replied, unwilling to let such a... such a wonderful and yet horrible dream out to someone else. It was impossible to believe that she actually wanted a teacher, but that's what her dream had been. Wanting. And it scared her.
Stifling a huge yawn, Nicole stretched out her legs. "M'pretty sure that if your dream made you thrash around in your bed vigorously, it had to be about something good... very good. Like..." she trailed off, pretending to think of something that was pleasant, "Sex, for instance..." she mumbled offhandedly. When Katie continued to stubbornly refuse to tell her about her dream, Nicole shrugged. "Least you could sleep. I've been up and down all night. Been waiting for you to wake up for ages." Nicole grumbled, looking suddenly grumpy, picking moodily at a fray in her sheets.
Katie blinked at Nicole, still trying to fight the images/feelings of arms from her mind. It would do her no good to try and not tell Nicole something if her friend just went into her head and saw it. "Well, its too early to be any fun-" She started, before realizing that it was actually almost time for them to get up anyway. "Whatever. I think I'm going to go take a shower... shave or something for that stupid swimming thing today." Katie, rather understandably, had issues with water.
Nicole shared Katie's lack of enthusiasm. " Great... I still don't see why I can't wear my t-shirt in the pool... it won't hurt anyone... I hate those little things that they call bathing suits!" she grumbled as Katie rummaged through her drawers, and bustled around the room gathering her things. Every now and then students made formal use of the pool the school contained, in vaguely organised "lessons".
Katie snorted into her sock drawer, "Really Nicole, the bikini's aren't that small..." she chuckled, "Besides, it's not the bathing suits that I hate... its the fact that we have to swim in front of teachers and I can't really touch anyone in the pool unless I want to zap them to a crisp..."
Nicole, remembering about the teacher-thing, shuddered violently. "Oh god, if I run into Logan while I'm wearing a bathing suit, and if he says ANYTHING, I'm going to kill him!" She declared, despite the fact that she was planning to kill Logan anyway.
Katie stifled a comment. She, on the other hand, was not looking forward to facing Scott today... clothed or not. Smirking slightly and laughing softly, Katie turned to face Nicole. "Nicole, if you hate Logan so much... then why is it that you are ALWAYS talking about him ALL of the time? I'm starting to think that you like the attention..." she laughed, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. It was fun to tease Colie in the morning...
To Katie's satisfaction, Nicole turned beet red, seemed to swell with indignation " Why would I like attention from that Self-Assured-No good-Nasty-and Down right not nice person! Grrrr he just makes me so ANGRY! Everything he does is so irritating... it's as if he were born to ruffle my feathers..." Nicole ranted, and continued to rant even as Katie was leaving. Giggling like mad, Katie heard Nicole shout the last bit of her tirade just to make sure that she heard it, "And having him make one little comment about me not looking good in a bathing suit would just be the last straw! He's just, such and ASSHOLE! ARRRR! I just can't-aarg... I hate him...!"
Katie, laughing to herself at Nicole's borderline-stupidity brand of denial, had nearly managed to forget about her dream. Nearly being the key word as she, being completely oblivious (as usual) about where she was going, walked right into Scott, a face-first collision with that was (undeniably) a wonderfully warm chest, but definitely wasn't (or so she thought) what she wanted to be so close to this early in the morning, after such a sketchy dream. "Ah! Scott! I'm so sorry!" Katie squealed, backing away as quickly as she could from the warm chest, a flush burning in her cheeks.
A thoroughly groggy looking Scott (apparently he wasn't a morning person), stifled a yawn, smiling. His normally well-behaved hair was in a state of complete disarray and his chin was dark with morning stubble. The black shirt that he wore was thin, and had a fair share of holes around the shoulder seams and was fraying slightly at the bottom, and the (thoroughly comfortable looking) pants that he wore were loose and they had slipped quite a bit, enough to allow his plaid print boxers to peek through. "No problem," he yawned, and the smile that curled his lips was big and warm, like his chest. "No big deal, I think we're both a bit too preoccupied to actually be paying attention to where we're going this early in the morning."
"Yeah..." She replied excitingly, nodding at him and completely unable to say anything more. With another kind smile he walked past her to get back to his room. Katie just stood there, somewhat stunned, before collapsing against the wall with a small gasp. Oh god. Teachers should not be allowed to be so damn cute...
And students should not be allowed to have hot sex dreams about their cute teachers...nagged the voice in the back of her head. Sighing, she pushed herself away from the wall. If she didn't get to the bathroom soon, the shower would already be taken. Her knees still wobbled slightly while she continued to move down the hall, unwanted memories (though somewhat disjointed...) of the dream, mostly the hot and heavy parts, played like a movie in her head. Finally, after about 10 extra minutes of dawdling while she remembered the feeling of his embrace... and those warm hands sliding up and down over her back... up and down..., she came to a halt in front of the closed bathroom door.