Adoring Ms. Stevens

Chapter 22

Shiranda's POV

   "Don't tease me.  Please.  Just do it."  I whimper, feeling the touch of her lips on my inner thighs.

She looks up at me, a mischievous smirk plastered on her face.  Without warning, her tongue immediately attacks my clit, sending electricity all through my body.

"What the fuck?!"  I jolt awake with a scream, hurriedly sitting up in my bed.

Ms. Stevens busts through the door with a controller in her hand.  "Is everything alright?!"  She questions with alarm, looking around as she's holding the controller in the air.

"Y-Yeah."  She puts her arm down and takes a breath of relief.  "Whew.  I thought there was an intruder or something."

I raise a brow.  "And what were you gonna do with a PS3 controller?"  "I was gonna bash someone upside the head with this shit.  With my power and strength, this thing could cause some blunt force trauma."

"Alright, well, can you leave my room now?"  She is the last person I want to see.  I just had a dream about her.

"Wait, did you have a nightmare?"  Uh....yeah, sure.  A nightmare.  "Yeah."  "If you want, you can come sleep in my bed."

"I'm 18, not 7.  I don't think that'll be necessary."  She shrugs her shoulders.  "Well alright then."  She exits the room, closing the door behind her.

I sigh, laying back down as my hands cover my face.  I cannot BELIEVE I just had a dream about Ms. Stevens where I begged her to eat my pussy.  I'm not one to beg, and I damn sure ain't one to bottom, so my brain better not even think about conjuring that shit up.

But the way she was looking up at me, though......  And that smirk......before she did it......

I need to get out of this beach house as fast as possible.

.....

"Yo, you good, bro?,"  Shayla asks me, both of us sitting at the dining table as we're eating breakfast.  "I heard you screaming, and I was gonna check on you, but I was too tired and fell back to sleep."

"Wait, so if someone broke in, you were just gonna let me potentially die?"  "Hey, I was going to check on you.  It's the thought that counts."

I roll my eyes.  I lean in closer to her, looking around before talking lowly, saying, "I had a dream about Ms. Stevens this morning."

I look over to the counter where she's sitting.  She's just casually eating her food, not seeming to be hearing our conversation.

I turn my attention back to Shayla.  "No way.  What kind of dream was it?  Was it a vision?  A premonition?"  She says, her voice at the same level as mine.

"If so, it's gonna be a pretty spicy time.  It was a wet dream."  "Ooooooo, you want Ms. Stevens to get that wet wet."

I smack her on her shoulder.  She holds her shoulder.  "Ouch.  That kinda hurt."

"I do not want Ms. Stevens."  "That's not what that dream said."  She says, looking annoyed.

"Bro, I'm freaking out.  I don't know what to do.  That's the first dream I've ever had about her."

"You're always freaking out, you clueless ferret.  But here's what you do."  "What?"

"Nothiinng,"  She says, making a dramatic gesture with her hands.  "We all have dreams, some we can control and some we can't, but the best part about a dream is that it's just that.  A dream.  Nothing actually happened, so there's no reason to freak out."

"How the hell are you so wise?"  "Well, let's just say I'm well beyond my years."  She says cockily with a smirk, latching her hands together behind her head as she leans back in her seat.

I laugh.  "Oh my God, don't you have to go ogle at Deena or something?"  "Actually, yes.  Be right back."

I look at her like, "Come on.  Really?"  She laughs.  "I'm just kidding.  You should've seen your face."  She pinches my cheek.

"Shayla, you're such a cornball.  But I love it."  "Speaking of loving it, what did you want her to do to you in your dream?"

I squint my eyes at her.  "Don't kill me, geez."  She says, holding her hands up.  I shake my head to myself.

"It's crazy, but like, I begged her to eat my you know what."  "Ass?"  "Pussy, you idiot.  I'm not into anal."

"Hey, you never know.  You could end up on some "freaky as hell" type shit."  "Ma'am, I already am,"  I say, putting my hand up to make a "stop" gesture.  "I just ain't in that area of freaky."

"Apparently, you're freaky enough to beg for her."  "It was so weird.  You know I never do that."

"Maybe it means that she's the one.  Next thing you know, you're gonna be bottoming for her."

"Aye, aye, aye.  Hol' up now.  Let's not go that far.  One, saying she's possibly the one is a bit drastic.  Two, you know damn well I'm a top."

"Who knows?  You might switch for her.  Tops have exceptions, y'know."  "We're so fucking gay."  I laugh.  She laughs, too.  "I'm happy that we're gaysties."