CHAPTER 3 MINA
The only sound in my room is the ticking of the old clock on my desk. I keep replaying the day over and over in my head. My shift was long, and despite the disastrous start, it had improved a little bit. I feel a blush creeping up my collarbone as I picture the janitor’s face and replay his words in my mind.
“Definitely not the worst thing I’ve seen since working here.”
What did he mean by that? Not the worst… did he like what he saw? Or was it just average? Did I turn him on?
I sigh and roll over, burying my head in the pillow. It doesn’t matter, Mina! Why do you care if you turned him on or not? I groan into my pillow, willing these wanton thoughts away. It’s been way too long since I’ve had sex. Any sex at all, sure, but specifically, good, toe curling, make-you-lose-your-breath sex. I’m too horny for my own good.
I glance at the clock and do the math. If I fall asleep right now, I’ll get a decent amount of sleep before I have to be up. Mother wants to go to lunch with me, and I shouldn’t blow her off. I can sleep and get plenty of rest… I’ve just got to stop thinking about that janitor. I close my eyes and feel a wave of fatigue wash over me. Perfect.
I’m back in the locker room, bending over to pick up my scrubs. This feels familiar. I feel a hand on my bare ass, but I don’t flinch. I know who it is. I stand slowly and turn around. It’s him. I look up into his dark eyes and press closer, unashamed by my nakedness. The heat between us is climbing as he leans forward. His hand runs from my hip up to my chest, and he cups my breast in his hand as he uses the other arm to draw me tight against him.
He leans forward and murmurs in my ear, “I can come back in a minute.”
“Or you can stay,” I whisper back, bringing my arms up around his neck. “We have a little time.”
I can feel his cock growing hard through his pants, his erection pressed against my lower stomach as he holds me close.
“I want more than a little time.”
“So take it.” I can feel myself trembling, desperate for his touch. I want him to devour me, to take me to new heights.
He buries his face in my neck, tenderly kissing down to my collar bone. The hand cupping my breast starts a slow trail downward till his fingers dance delicately right outside the reach of my sweet spot.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. “Do it,” I command.
His fingers inch closer, making soft circular rubbing motions over my clit. My core is heating; I need more. I need to feel him inside me. I widen my stance, allowing him better access. He increases the pressure slightly and my legs start to tremble as an orgasm approaches. I needed this. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!
Stars burst in my vision as he continues to rub, all the while kissing up and down my neck. I reach for his cock and as I’m about to free it from his pants, a blinding light hits me and a siren goes off.
I blink twice, hard. I’m in my room, my phone is screaming out my alarm tone, and it’s morning. It was just a dream.
My heart is still pounding, and I can feel the sticky sweet heat between my legs. Did I just have a real wet dream? I reach down to touch my pussy, which is still tingling from the dream-state orgasm. That has never happened before. I start to rub my clit, to see if I can bring myself to a real, waking climax, but it’s too sensitive. Holy shit . I really did have one. I didn’t even know women could do that.
I lay still for a few minutes, waiting for my heart rate to decrease. That was the most intense dream I think I’ve ever had. Thankfully, I’m off work today. I don’t know if I could handle seeing him in the halls after a dream like that. I need time to cool down. Fantasies are one thing, but running into the real-life version of the person you’re fantasizing about? That’s a whole different story.
I can hear my mother in the kitchen, humming as she putters around. I need to take a nice cold shower if I have to spend the day with her. I don’t know what I’d do if she found out what filthy things were running through my mind all night.