I rubbed my nose deep into him, feeling him get harder against the tip of my nose while he drove. "Fuck man, keep doing it. We're almost there," he gr...wled, stroking my short hair with one hand. Another left hand turn and then a right turn and he slowed to a park, pushing my head up again. I was dazed as I looked around, but I quickly came to my senses and followed him in. Stan lived as a bachelor (obviously) and had an older victorian house in the middle of town. I followed him in and didn't. ‘Well, it’s a long story,’ she began. ‘But it would be a lot easier if I could see you in person again.’ I felt waves of emotion. Memories, images, sounds from the past came rushing into my brain. In the span of seconds between my pressing the front-door buzzer that allowed her access and her knock at my door, ten years of my life with Gina rapidly played back through my psyche. I approached the door with many mixed feelings. Opening the door slowly, I saw Gina, looking more alluring than. She had a nice ass that I always thought was hot about her. We met up with friends and partied. Leanne and I are very shy and we set next together most of the night. We were very cuddling throughout the night. As we were sitting down we started talking about sex and we asked each other about our sex lives. I told her I have sex before. However, I was clean of any STD's. She embarrassingly commented that she was still a virgin. I told her that was interesting. She asked why? And I replied. My eyes closed. Focus on the guy from the dream; I repeatedly told myself to do so. I began replaying the dream in my mind. My middle finger slipped into me as I envisioned crawling onto the bed. The best thing about hindsight is that even the insignificant parts are so exciting because you already know what’s about to happen. Focus only on the guy from the dream. I had to finish before I reached the end. I knew that would be impossible but I didn’t want to think about it. Stroking my hand.