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someone who’s interested in the
real me. Someone who’s not interested in a quick fix.”
    “Well, I hope you find him. I hope you have
better luck than me. I can’t even find a quick fix. Not that I’m
looking for that. You know what I want. Someone to appreciate me
for me. Someone to start off as friends first and work our way
up.”
    “Sounds like what I want.”
    We talked for a while longer, and I left.
    I figured the next time I went over to see
her, it would be like normal. Wrong.
    “Hey, Honey.”
    “Hey, Sweetie.”
    “I’ve been thinking about what we talked
about last time.”
    “Uh-huh. And?”
    “I found someone. He’s sweet, attractive, and
one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. He thinks just like me.”
    “Great. Do I know him?”
    “I think so.” She inches closer to me.
    “Well, who is he?”
    She put her arm around me, looked into my
eyes, and smiled. “It’s you, Jeff.”
    “Me?”
    “Yeah. And it works out for you too. We’re
already past the first stage. We’re already friends. I’m not
looking for the quick fix.” She wraps a leg around mine. “I’m
looking for the long run.”
    “I don’t know what to say.”
    “Don’t say anything,” kissing me on the
cheek. “Just sit back and relax.”
    She repeatedly kissed around my face,
finishing on the lips. She started to take off her shirt.
    “Wait a minute. Something doesn’t feel right.
I think of you as a sister.”
    “Don’t worry. I’ll make it feel all right,”
finishing taking off her shirt. She was wearing a black lacy bra.
She took my shirt off.
    “Oh, I just love a man with a hairy chest,”
rubbing her fingers up and down my chest.
    “Wait. Why me?”
    “Because I know you so well, and you’re so
nice. Besides, don’t tell me that deep down inside, you didn’t want
me.”
    “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. I
mean, you’re cute, nice, and fun to talk to.”
    “Well then, just think back to how much you
wanted me. Now you got me. Want me to stop?”
    I thought back. There was a time when I would
do anything to be with her. Even when she was seeing my friend.
Lately, we’d been real close friends. I didn’t want to risk our
friendship. Then I looked at her. Flowing jet black hair. Mocha
skin. Violet eyes. Her lacy bra. I thought to my past, or lack
thereof. In my mind, I flipped a coin. Heads, we stay just friends.
Tails, I give in. “No.” Tails.
    She unfastened her bra. She took my hand,
placed them on the straps, and slid them down. She took my hands
and placed them on her small, yet gorgeous, breasts. She ran her
hands down my pants. I got excited and shrieked out.
    She took my hands and pulled her shorts down.
She wasn’t wearing panties. She placed my hands on her tender soft
rear. She straddled my leg and unzipped my pants. She dropped them.
My stiff had no problem finding a home in her.
    She started to wiggle around like Jell-O. I
felt all tingly. I didn’t know who was moaning louder, her or me. I
silenced myself by sticking my face between her breasts.
    My screaming into her chest tickled her,
making her squirm even more. I shook my head. Her grip was so
tight; I felt her nails digging into me. I tasted her Hershey’s
Kiss nipples.
    “Ohh! Jeff, you were the best I’ve ever had.
I know I made the right choice with you.”
    “Ohh! April, I never knew I could feel like
that. I love you. Will you marry me?”
    “I don’t know what to say. I... I...”
    The phone rang and woke me up. Who was it?
April, my friend. I didn’t dare tell her about my dream.
     
     

STALKING
FOR DREAMS
    Have you ever meet that one woman whom you would like
to get to know but couldn’t talk to her? What if you could just
look at her without her knowing?
     
    One day, I was fueling up my car. I looked
over at the next pump. I saw the most beautiful woman I’d ever
seen. Long red hair. Teal eyes. Button nose. Hourglass figure.
Perfect thighs.
    In my mind, I figured, “Single woman driving
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