"Ahhhhh."
Aria woke with a sharp inhale just as she was about to reach climax in the dream.
Her heart thudded violently in her chest, her nightclothes clinging damply to her skin.
The air felt too warm, thick, as if the remnants of that dream still lingered around her.
She pushed the sheets aside and sat up, her eyes immediately spotted the damp wetness between her legs.
"What... what was that?" she whispered to herself.
For a long moment, she just sat there, listening to her ragged breathing, trying to remember the details; it was all too vivid to forget.
All she could remember was him.
Elion.
He had made her feel so good in that dream, she had never felt this good when she touched herself. Is this what it feels like to have a dick inside you down there?
She felt the need to know. The need to have that feeling inside her again. She wanted it. But did it have to be Elion?
Of all people she could have dreamt pleasuring her, it had to be the most looked down upon guy in the whole academy.
But then she remembered his handsome face, their interaction the previous morning. Those calm eyes that had met hers in class.
That moment where the world had gone still and her heart had started racing for no reason at all.
The moment she had subconsiously leaned in for a kiss, before she stopped herself at the very last second.
What would have happened otherwise?
Do-do I like him?
She felt her face grow hot. "No, that’s ridiculous," she muttered. "Why am I even thinking about him?"
Aria rubbed her temples, lying back down. The pillow was cool against her skin, but her thoughts refused to quiet. She turned over, once, twice, again, restless.
Each time she closed her eyes, she saw that fleeting image from her dream, the same pair of blue eyes, looking at her not with coldness, but with something that made her breath catch.
Eventually, she sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Get a grip, Aria. He’s just... Elion."
But the way she said it lacked conviction.
"But I have to take care of this itch, or I won’t be able to sleep. Mmmmmm... "
She brought to fingers to her mouth, and put them in her mouth, sucking on them, making them wet with her saliva as her other hand lifted her skirt to her waist.
She shifted her panties to the side, and she felt the cold night air on the wet folds of her pussy.
"Ahhhhh!" She brought her wet fingers to her pussy, touching herself sensually, circling her own hand around her pink folds in the darkness.
"Mmmmmm! Yesss!" She put a single finger in and began fingering herself, plunging her finger in and out, while recalling the scenes from her dream. "Ahhhhh...."
Aria’s other hand slid into her top, up to her chest, cupping her breast as her fingers toyed with her nipple.
The bud tightened beneath her touch, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
She rolled the sensitive flesh between her fingertips, her breath catching in her throat.
"Elion," she gasped, arching into her own touch.
Her other hand continued to work feverishly between her legs, plunging in and out of her slick entrance.
Squelch Squelch Squelch.
Wet sounds echoed out as her fingers plunged into and out of her flower.
Her nipples grew harder, aching for more as she pinched and tugged at them.
The scenes from her dream flashed into her head. Elion’s face. His hard, long cock drilling into her, and then the orgasm that had never come.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" It washed over her in waves; her pussy fluids slowed freely onto the sheets as she came.
Cum coated her thighs, and she shuddered at the feeling of it dripping down her skin.
The sweet taste of herself mixed with the lingering memory of Elion sends shivers down her spine. She licked her fingers, savoring the mix.
Aria moaned softly, slipping another finger inside her. "Oh god, Elion..."
And when her orgasm finally subsided, she was breathing heavily, but the irritated look on her face never left; she was still not satisfied.
Another round.
With each shove of two of her fingers, she imagined him inside her, filling her up, making her feel full and complete.
Her walls clenched around her hand, aching for something real.
The fantasy fueled her further, and soon, she cried out, her back arching as another orgasm rolled through her.
Cum coated her fingers, and without a thought, she brought them to her mouth again. Licking her own fluids sensually.
But the need was still there. It was like there was an itch in her belly that needed to be scratched.
"Fuck!" She had never been this horny before. And masturbating like usual was not helping.
With a groan, she continued to masturbate, this time sticking three fingers instead of two, "Ahhhhh.!!!" her hands moving faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Mmm, Elion..." she moaned, her hips bucking with each thrust.
Her cries echoed through the darkness, her body trembling with each orgasm.
She lost track of time, her mind consumed by the fantasy of Elion.
The sounds of her pleasure echoed in her room, the wet slurping noises punctuating her desperate grunts.
She fucked her hand, her cries growing louder, losing herself in the fantasy.
Aria spent most of the night trying to pleasure herself, and when she eventually fell asleep due to exhaustion, it was in sheets soaking wet with her own release.
And still, in her deep sleep, her dreams were filled with him. Literally.