>You speed home from school on your bike with a shit-eating grin on your face.
>You still can't believe that, on the first day of the school year, you managed to land a date with a girl.
>A cute girl.
>Scratch that.  A Beautiful girl.
>You finally arrive at the studio apartment building where you currently live.
>Your parents felt that you were responsible enough to live on your own, so they rented out a studio apartment for the rest of your time at school.
>They're footing the bill for rent and basic utilities, since they know that current jobs for a 17-year old aren't paying enough.
>How thoughtful of them.
>They made it clear that those are the only costs they're covering.  Anything extra comes out of your pocket.
>They've also stipulated that you keep up the apartment.  If they ever find out that you're living like a slob, they're cutting you off.
>Still more than a fair deal for you.
>As you enter your apartment, you stow your bike by the front door and toss your backpack by the couch.
>You walk over to the couch and flop down on it, one leg draped over the far armrest, the other folded underneath.
>You're still on cloud nine as you stare up at the ceiling, recounting the scene when you entered the supply room and discovered Blossomforth.
>Her steady, unflinching form.
>Her soft breathing.
>The way that balance ball seemed frozen in time as she flowed around it.
>You couldn't help but utter it again to yourself.
"Beautiful..."
>You recall her facial features.
>Her soft, sloping jawline.
>Her small, but full lips.
>Her small, slightly upturned nose.
>Those freckles.
>God, those freckles.
>Her eyes: large, glassy aquamarine orbs that just suck you in and never let go...
>You feel a shiver travel up your spine again.
>Seriously, those eyes are dangerous.
>...
>You stir awake sometime after.
>You take a quick look at your watch.
>6:40 pm.
>You had drifted off for a couple of hours, it seems.
>You slough off the couch ahead to the kitchen area to whip up a quick meal.
>After you finish up you sit back down on the couch and watch an hour or so of TV.
>No cable service, but the HD antenna gives you pretty much all the channels you could need.
>You finish watching whatever primetime show was on and turn off the TV.
>Heading toward the shower, you disrobe in the most efficient way guys know how and turn the hot water on.
>As the water warms up, you take a look at yourself in the mirror.
>From a few years to up until a few months ago, you had practiced martial arts as a way of burning up all the extra time you had on your hands after school.
>Your parents pretty much made you go, since they couldn’t stand the sight of you lazing about the house.
>You rebelled at first, but as you took more and more classes, you warmed up to it.
>You even advanced up the belt ranks rather quickly, and even gave the black belts a run for their money on sparring nights.
>But as time went on, you grew tired of the routine, and it became repetitive and boring after a while, so you decided to drop the classes.
>Between then and now, you didn’t have anything to fill the time, so you went back to lazing about.
>It was starting to show.
>You’re nowhere near overweight, and your metabolism is still crazy high to the point where you can eat just about anything and not see any gain in weight.
>But you aren’t as defined as you were a few months ago.
>You made it clear that you weren’t going to take any classes again…
>…but who’s to say you can’t make up your own routine?
>Wait, why did you start caring about that all of a sudden?
>Weird.
>You snap out of thought and notice that the shower is up to temp.
>You get in, wash yourself up, rinse off, and turn the shower off.
>You grab your towel as you step out of the bathroom and grab your dirty clothes with on hand while you dry yourself off with the other.
>You should probably throw the towel in the laundry too.
>You bundle the fabrics altogether and toss them in an open hamper by your closet.
>After making sure all the lights inside are turned off, with the exception of the lamp in the bedroom area, you pull back the sheets to your queen-size bed and hop in.
>Can’t get enough of that extra sleep space.
>As you fall asleep, though, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like if a certain someone were sharing that space with you…
 
…
 
>”Anon…”
>You hear a soft whisper to your left, and you open your eyes to look over.
>”I want you…”
>Your eyes suddenly widen, incredulous at the sight before you.
>Lying next to you was Blossomforth, completely in the buff.
>Holy fuckasdfjkl
“B-Blossomforth!  How the hell did you get into my apartment!?”
>”I couldn’t wait for you to pick me up on Friday, so I came to you instead.”
“But that doesn’t answer my questio-!”
>Before you could finish, she pulls you in and kisses you deeply, tongue and all.
>What the fuck is going on?
>She breaks the kiss after a few seconds and moans seductively.
>”I can’t wait…I want you inside me now…”
>You’re still bewildered at the fact that she got into your apartment, but with that offer, you’re not gonna look this gift horse in the mouth.
>The base hit alone was enough to bring you to full attention.
>You pull her in close by her waist and start kissing tenderly down her neck, while you gently tease her folds below with the head of your cock.
>She moans and whimpers in frustration.
>”Ugh, no teasing.  Fuck me already, damnit!”
>She seems incredibly serious about wanting to fuck you, and, admittedly, you’re longing to scratch her itch now.
>You slide inside her almost effortlessly, and you’re already edging.
>”Oh fuck!”
>As you slide in to the hilt and blow your load, you hear a faint buzzing noise.
>Everything starts to blur in front of you as the buzzing increases in volume.
 
>You snap your eyes open and hear the buzzing of your alarm clock.
>A dream.
>Sonofabitch.
“Ugh, dammit.”
>You rub the dried crap out of your eyes and reach over to turn off the alarm.
>As you shift over, you feel something wet slide across your hip.
“What the…?”
>You whip off the sheets and notice a splotch of baby batter on the flat and fitted sheets.
>SONOFABITCH!
 
>You hop out and grab the shirt that you wore yesterday out of your hamper to wipe yourself off.
>You finish wiping off and throw it back in the hamper.
>A wet dream…seriously!?
>You pull your sheets off the bed and ball them up, throwing in a pile next to your hamper.
>Heading to the linen closet, you grab a fresh pair of sheets and begin to make your bed.
>You haven’t had a wet dream in, like, five years.  What the fuck?
>You can’t find an explanation, though everyone else would find it pretty damn obvious, right fellas?
>Whatever.  You finish making the bed and grab a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of white ankle socks from the dresser.
>As you slip on your underwear and socks, you walk over to your closet and pick out your clothes.
>A loose-fitting long sleeved and collared shirt, gray with vertical pinstripes.
>Given the recent hot weather, you opt to roll the cuffs up.
>You also pick out a pair of neutral-colored shorts.
>You were never one for bright or loud colors.
>You put on your clothes and walk over to the kitchen area where you whip up a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs.
>You check your watch.
>7:10 am.
>Best be heading your way to school.