Section One- The Innocent
Secret Fantasies
Although she was a very sweet girl, Sara Dolly was a bit of a nag when it pertained to certain safety issues. She had a list of "things" that a person should never do, no matter the circumstance, and no matter the importance. The list included obvious "things" such as feeding wild animals, eating undercooked meat, avoiding hitchhikers, either picking up one or being one, and such trivial "things", as talking to clowns and watching fireworks. Pierre never fully understood the clown "thing", but he knew that the fireworks "thing" was from an ugly incident involving Sara's father, a roman candle and some missing digits. There was one "thing" on the list that Pierre always disobeyed, to the dismay of his girlfriend. She had a particular nervous phobia about anyone walking home alone, after dark, and Pierre frequently took that walk. It wasn't that Pierre liked to make his girlfriend worry, he had no desire to fight with her, it was just that he was a grown man and he felt that a grown man shouldn't be scared to walk to his dorm after studying in the library.
On this night, Pierre never actually thought about his girlfriend's objections as he packed up his bag and headed for the doors. Pierre passed a table where the "goth" people sat and studied. One of the "goths", a cute freshman that Pierre thought was named Dana or Diana looked at him and smiled. She was very pretty, except for the dark black lipstick and the "way too white" blush on her face. Pierre gave her a smile, never wanting to discourage a freshman, a cute one at that, from talking to him at a future party. Pierre had been single for his first three years at college and even though he now, as a senior, had a girlfriend, was always wary to make a good impression with girls that he may try to talk to if he became single, again.
Using his left shoulder to push open the door, he slid his backpack over both his shoulders as he stepped into the cold November air. He began to button up the top two buttons on his overcoat and briefly contemplated calling for the safety escort, only to dismiss the idea. The escort is always too crowded on Tuesday nights.
Pierre began to walk the quarter mile towards his dorm; his coat collar pulled up above his ears in a weak attempt to shield his face from the chilly wind and suddenly began to wish he had called for the escort. It is just too damn cold out here to walk home!
Pierre decided that he would warm his frigid body by thinking about what Dana or Diana may look like naked. He imagined her body, it had to be imagination because he only saw her from the waist up while she sat at the table, and was quite pleased with the image he constructed. He pictured her, minus the ridiculous makeup, walking towards him as he lay in his bed. Her long auburn hair bounced off her shoulders with each step. Her skin was still light, but darker than the pale that she tried to create. Her eyes were light green, almost talking to him through their movement. Her nostrils moved out and in tiny motions as her breathing became frantic, the excitement of being naked in front of a new man for the first time. Her lips were flushed and full, constantly licked to entice Pierre. Her shoulders were narrow and seductive, a creamy white texture that appeared to be extra soft, begging to be kissed. Her breasts, larger in Pierre's imagination than in real life, seemed to bounce in rhythm with her steps. Her nipples were fully erect and demanded Pierre's full attention. Pierre forced his eyes downward; knowing this was his best chance to drink in the vision of her full nakedness. She had a pierced belly button, and the stomach that deserved the piercing. Pierre imagined that she would have dark hair below her waist, but in the fantasy, like all his fantasies, she was shaved. Dana/Diana stopped at the threshold of his bed, allowing Pierre to take her in. He proceeded to look downwards, admiring the shape and tone of her thighs and calves. Her feet, Pierre normally hated feet, were little and cute. Her left foot was propped behind her right in a gesture of nervousness.
He allowed his eyes to return to hers. She smiled and raised her eyebrow, seeming to ask, Do you like what you see? Pierre almost answered the question out loud, the fantasy totally controlling his whole being. She lay on the bed with Pierre and licked her lips. Pierre ran his hand over her naked hip and watched her shiver in anticipation. Dana /Diana grasped at his crotch, rubbing him seductively. Pierre started to move to her rhythm.
He began to kiss her neck and she moaned loudly as the kissed grew deeper. Suddenly, she took Pierre by the back of the head and locked her eyes on his. She spoke in a whisper, but Pierre was able to read her lips. Watch out for the board! Pierre started to ask what she meant, almost speaking out loud, again, but tried to repeat the statement in his mind, hoping the repetition would clear his thoughts. It didn't help, but it wasn't necessary. As Pierre repeated the sentence, a sudden pain snapped him out of his fantasy and into unconsciousness.
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