Fourteen

I crashed into consciousness, it felt as though I had been ripped bodily from my dream, my heart was racing and a fine sweat was covering my entire body. I looked around for someone or something that would explain my sudden waking but I found nothing, all was just as it had been when I had fallen asleep. The slight breeze coming in the room from the open window was the only relief I felt from the heat underneath my skin. It reminded me of how I felt before my first shift when my body was beginning to change, the heat coming from within was impossible to extinguish. While I lay there waiting for my heart to deaccelerate, my mind drifted back to the dream I’d had, and the wetness that was still calling for attention between my legs. If I closed my eyes I could still feel the press of his body, and the way the touch of his hands had a slight roughness to them. Remembering the feel of his mouth on my skin made me groan aloud, my body erupting in goosebumps at the thought of it. I