He knew she was a dream, a fantasy he had repeatedly. Yet, tonight, somehow, Rachel seemed to exist with him. Maybe having her so close to him on the bike the night before helped to make his dreams so much more real. The show from her window had fueled his desire. He didn’t dare move for fear of losing her. His fantasy woman trailed kisses down his chest, inching closer and closer to his straining cock. Is she really going to go down on me? “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have your dick in my mouth.” Luke flicked his eyes open. The nasally voice wasn’t his neighbor’s. Red light flashed all around. He scrambled back on his bed, the grip on his shaft not loosening. Someone was in the room with him. He grabbed the person’s wrist and squeezed. “Ouch, Luke, you’re hurting me.” “Who the fuck are you?” Slidding off the bed, he rushed to put on some pants before he switched on the light.
