The Last Incubus Ch. 24

The Last Incubus: Chapter 24

Chapter 24: "Crazy for you."

"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--for your love is more delightful than wine." ~ Song of Solomon 1 v. 2.

*****

The lingering smells of homemade tomato sauce, olive oil, garlic, and freshly grated parmesan cheese hit my nose before I felt the total embrace of her muscular vaginal grip on my cock.

'Tina?'

I was on my back, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a large pair of the most perfect breasts bobbing above me. But they couldn't have been Tina's, these breasts had larger areolas, and those erect nipples were longer by at least half a centimeter.

"Cosi buono amore mio1," a familiar voice panted.

That sounded Italian, which meant that those breast could only belong to--

I raised my gaze above those beautiful bouncing beauties and met the soft, brown eyes and the familiar face of Professor Bartoli looking down at me. She ground her clit against the base of my cock, clenching and unclenching as she rocked back and forth.

I twitched inside her several times before finding her rhythm and meeting her thrust for thrust. I reached up and caressed those soft breasts, lightly brushing those long, hard nipples with my thumbs.

"O, Dio mio2!" she panted and clenched.

She picked up the pace and ground even harder.

There was an exotic flavor-scent to her aura, a combination of lemons and almonds--No, there was an intoxicatingly heady component to the almond flavor, like a liqueur. Amoretto. It was lemons and Amoretto. It filled my brain, and I found it hard to resist, especially with the way she squeezed my cock when she ground herself against me.

I reached for her ass and gave it a squeeze, finding it to be smooth and firm. She moaned and clenched me back, and I twitched inside in response.

"Amore mio3," she panted against my lips.

I gave her ass a playful slap before grabbing and holding it while I thrust rapidly upwards into her spasming canal.

"Ah, ah, ah," she moaned as her body slowly tightened. She was almost there.

She bent down and kissed me hard, sending her tongue as deep into my mouth as she could. I sucked on her tongue and continued to hold her butt with my right hand but moved my left hand up to cup her breast. Just as she reached her peak, I pinched her nipple.

"MMMM!" she moaned into my mouth as she clenched hard, sending shock waves of spine-tingling pleasure into me.

"AHHH!" I moaned as I broke the kiss and came.

I absorbed a brief burst of sexual energy from Lia's climax just as the room and the beautiful, large-breasted woman on top of me disappeared.

***

My body jerked itself awake. I was back in my pitch-dark bedroom. A quick check of the time on my phone told me it was a little after 1 AM. But in sitting up, I discovered a gooey mess on my gym shorts, tee shirt, stomach, upper thighs, and the bedsheets. Somewhere inside, a little voice was laughing at me. 'That's what you get for going to bed horny.'

I definitely needed to find a way to control these dream-walks.

I was still half asleep when I stripped the bed and took a fast hot shower before putting on a set of clean sheets. Still a little woozy from that one glass of bourbon, I was soon back in bed naked. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, feeling a gradual spinning-dizzying sensation as if I was falling.

When the sensation stopped, I was back in Professor Bartoli's bed.

"Amore mio 3," Lia Bartoli whispered tenderly.

I was laying on my side and when I opened my eyes, there was her smiling face, her brown eyes staring into my own. She was naked. We both were, with our arms around each other and our legs intertwined. She pulled herself closer and kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips in the same manner she used at the end of our dinner together.

"Professor?" I whispered when she broke the kiss.

"Chiamami Lia 4 --O, Dio mio, puoi parlare5?" she suddenly exclaimed, her eyes opening wider.

"I don't understand you. Can you speak in English?" I asked.

"You're talking--and in English!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, Professor I--"

She placed her finger over my lips.

"No, Amore mio. It's Lia," she whispered seductively, replacing her finger with her lips, kissing me lightly.

I felt her soft breasts with those firm nipples press against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me. From the expanding bright, yellow-white color of her aura, this dream was more than a lustful fantasy. There was passionate affection in her feelings of emotion towards me.

"Lia, what are we doing?"

"I want to thank you," she replied, reaching underneath the covers for my erection.

She smiled when she found it and began stroking me slowly.

"Lia, I already told you that what I did after class was nothing. I was happy to help--"

She interrupted me with another kiss on the lips.

"Amore mio. At first, I wanted to thank you for helping me with those thugs. But now I'm thanking you for this," she replied, stroking me firmer to make her meaning clear.

I looked in her eyes uncomprehendingly. "I don't understand."

"I've never had a dream that felt so real... or so good. I came so hard it woke me up. I wanted to get back to the dream just to feel you here in bed with me again," she explained.

She stroked me as she spoke, her breathing becoming deeper and more irregular. Suddenly she stopped and grabbed my wrist.

"I can't believe how vivid this seems. Here, feel how wet I am!" she panted as she turned onto her back and placed my hand between her legs.

Even without my demonic perception, her intent was obvious. I moved towards her, lifting myself between her legs. I looked into her brown eyes and found longing and desire. She found my erection and placed it between her thighs.

"Amore mio," she whispered, removing her hand from my cock and grabbing my ass, pulling me down, urging me to plunge into her depths.

She was wet and warm, and despite her tightness, I slid in easily until our pelvises met. She closed her eyes and clenched me affectionately along with a sigh of satisfaction. She was still clenching as she pressed down on my ass, trying to get every last millimeter of me inside her, and I twitched in response.

When her clenches stopped and she eased her grip on my butt, that was my signal to start thrusting.

Dream-walking sex operates in unique ways from conscious sex, and it was only now that I was beginning to understand and appreciate the difference. Lia's dream was a fantasy of sorts, and I could read her aura and react to it the same way as I could under waking conditions. But in her dream, I could be passive and simply let her subconscious take over and guide what I did, what I felt and even what I looked like. Not only could I feel my cock sliding in and out of her wet tightness, but I also felt it from her perspective. No wonder incubi liked to dream-walk. I felt the pleasure of fucking her, her being fucked (by me), and feeding on her aura all at the same time!

Right now, both her aura and her dream were sending me the same signal. She wanted a nice, slow, romantic, love-making session. In response, I let her set a leisurely pace, lightly pressing myself against her body. She moaned contentedly, her arms around my lower back as we took our time.

As our horizontal slow dance continued, I siphoned off a constant trickle of her growing aura. This felt so much better than the relatively quick fuck earlier that resulted in the shared orgasms that woke both of us up and disrupted her dream just as I was started to feed on her climactic energy. Maybe the trick was to give Lia a small climax that she could enjoy without waking her up.

Time is relative in dreams, as anyone who has ever dreamt knows. A minute, an hour, a day, and a week are all the same; so, while only a few seconds went by, Lia perceived it as an hour, as she climbed to her peak. She moaned and writhed beneath me until I held her face and kissed her, driving my tongue into her mouth. She panted rapidly through her nose as she moaned against my tongue and quietly came on my cock, her heartbeat in synchrony with her clenches.

As I soaked in the sweet energy from her aura, I realized the vividness of this dream would be with her when she awoke in the morning, and maybe for many days after that. This could get quickly become both complicated and awkward. While she was still cumming, I carefully slipped out of her embrace and replaced my cock with her fingers. She was still writhing contentedly when I left her dream altogether.

[Translations:

1"So good, my love"

2"O my God!"

3"My love"

4"Call me Lia"

5"Oh, my God, you can talk?"]

***

I heard the song "Crazy for You" in the background when I opened my eyes. I was back in the private fireplace room at Richard's, with Bailie. Since Madonna's song was never a feature of our lunch date, the music had to be coming from inside Bailie's head.

An empty plate sat on the table in front of us. There were trace reminders of the double chocolate lava cake that had recently been there: a few dark-brown crumbs, a smear of thick chocolate syrup and two forks. That cake was rich and decadent, and I remembered how Bailie had eyed that last forkful, contemplating whether to further indulge herself in its pleasure. After a brief hesitation and a nod from me, she gave in to temptation and took that last bite, moaning and smiling with her eyes closed as she savored the flavor in her mouth.

The look she was giving me now reminded me of the way she eyed that last piece of cake, only with deeper intensity.

I had seen a similar look before, but only briefly from Frankie and a couple of times in a flicker from Tina. It was completely different from their usual "I'm horny" look of lust that accompanied their blindingly white auras. This was a look of deep affection that paired with her golden yellow aura. But I had never seen it so broad or so bright as I was seeing in Bailie's beautiful brown eyes now.

"Thank you. I don't think I've ever had a better time." The seriously sensuous look on her face was offset by a bit of chocolate at the corner of her mouth.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to take you someplace special, but I was worried that it was too fancy for a couple of poor college students to enjoy," I replied, wondering if I should tell her about the bit of chocolate on her face.

She gave me a soft smile. "I did feel a little awkward at first, but being with you helped me to relax and forget my nervousness."

"Same here," I replied, we continued to stare into each other's eyes.

It felt wonderful just being in the same room together, breathing the same air. After an unknown amount of 'dream time' passed, she suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"The look on your face changed. Is there something wrong with my face?" she asked.

"Well. Um. Bailie. You have a--" I began.

"A what?"

"There's a bit of chocolate on your, um," I pointed.

"Is there something on my face? Where?" she asked, licking the wrong corner of her mouth.

"No, it's over--here, let me," I replied, reaching up with my napkin.

I leaned in and dabbed the corner of her mouth. While our faces were closer together, she held the wrist of my hand holding the napkin with one hand and cupped my cheek with the other while she leaned in and kissed me. She lingered with her soft lips against mine, and like that last piece of cake, it was a moment of hesitation before she parted those lips and gave in to her desire.

It felt like my heart would burst out of my chest as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Her body seemed to melt as she welcomed my entry, our tongues dancing excitedly at feel of those smooth, warm textures sliding against each other. It wasn't long before that dance took on a slower, more sensual nature as her tongue caressed mine as I made love to her mouth.

It was a kiss I would remember well into my old age if I was lucky enough to live so long. Aside from Madonna singing in the background, it was made that much more exotic by the smoldering flavor of dark chocolate from the lava cake. But this was a dream, and not even mine. I suddenly felt that I had intruded, interfered with where her subconscious wanted to take her.

"Um. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have--" I began apologetically after I broke the kiss.

She didn't let me finish as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine and returned the kiss, slipping her velvety tongue inside my mouth. Madonna's voice seemed to crescendo in the background.

After what felt like a lifetime, she broke the kiss. "I've wanted to do that since that first night I saw you with your cousin in the diner. I've never felt that way about anyone before."

Her words and the words of the song seemed to echo each other.

"I felt the same way about you. How appropriate that that song should be playing right now," I remarked.

"What song?" Bailie asked dreamily, clearly caught up in the moment.

"Crazy for you."

"Yes, I love that song. It was one my favorites while working at the diner. It perfectly reflects the way I feel about--Wait. You heard that?" she asked, as the music abruptly stopped.

"Of course. It's one of my favorites, too."

"B-but I... it was in my head. I was playing the song in my head. Can you read my mind?" she asked apprehensively.

Oh, crap! I had forgotten that dream-walking wasn't just about being inside Bailie's dreams, but that I was literally inside her head. I guess Bailie wasn't the only one 'caught up in the moment.'

"Um... no, of course I can't read your mind. Bailie, this is a dream... your dream. Maybe 'Crazy for you' is about us and how we feel about each other."

Her face seemed to relax a bit.

"This was the first time anyone's ever kissed me like that. It felt... amazing!" she said, breaking into a smile.

"For me, too. I'm so glad you like it. I was afraid that you would--"

"Kiss me again," she interrupted, moving closer.

She closed her eyes as I pressed my lips against hers and slipped my tongue between her teeth, Madonna started singing, "I never wanted anyone like this, it's all brand new. I'm crazy for you."

Bailie reached up and held my face as she sucked on my tongue. Then, when I withdrew, she kissed me back again, and I relished the feel of her tongue in my mouth. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed her kiss and basked in the golden glow of her aura.

The demon inside me urged me to take her aura as it grew during her kiss, but my feelings of affection for her were too strong to think of her as an offering to my baser nature. I couldn't think of her as a snack, or meal, or some other source of carnal energy.

We were still kissing, and I was feeling so good about myself resisting my demonic urge to absorb Bailie's aura, until its color changed and took on a whiter shade. It was subtle at first, but as I sucked on her tongue, that golden glow grew and became a creamy off-white.

Bailie broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, smiling. "Crazy for you" had restarted as she backed away slightly and reached for my right hand and placed it against her left breast, holding it there. I closed my hand slightly and she closed her eyes in response, moaning from my gentle touch.

"Touch me once and you'll know it's true. It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you," played in her head as I squeezed a couple more times. Suddenly, we were both topless and my hand was directly against her soft skin, her hard nipple pressing into my palm.

Her aura grew brighter, wider, and whiter as she moaned loudly from my caress. She reached for my left hand to cup it against her other breast. Her nipples felt impossibly long and rock hard against my palms as she pressed herself against my hands.

The nutmeg and sage scent of her aura got stronger, and it took all my willpower to resist tasting it. She leaned in, pressing her breasts into my hands, her lips parted. I cupped her silky-soft mounds as I kissed her, and she moaned contentedly. She wrapped her arms around my neck as her tongue danced with mine inside her mouth.

Her aura with its intoxicating scent grew stronger and my ability to resist the demon was weakening. To make matters worse, I felt a breeze in my groin and realized I was naked.

I broke the kiss and backed off a little. We were in her bedroom, and she was also naked.

"Bailie, are you sure?" I asked, panting. I could feel myself being drawn towards her glowing aura.

She seemed to pull up, as if realizing for the first time where all this was going. Suddenly, we were both back in our clothes, and the Madonna music disappeared.

"I-I don't know. I've never felt like this about anybody before. I want you--I mean I want to spend more time with you," she replied, panting slightly.

"Me, too. We still have Forensics class together."

"I want more than that. Will you be in the library tomorrow?" She had a worried look on her face.

"Yes! Yes, of course. We can even go out to lunch together."

"I'd like that. But can we pick someplace a little more casual?" she asked.

"Sure. Maybe we can share a pizza," I chuckled, as the room faded from around me.

***

This dream was different. This one was my own...

Professor Cutler's Economics classroom slowly came into focus around me. I was sitting in my usual front row seat when a student walked in and handed the professor a note. The student left as the professor was reading the note. When he was done, he looked at me.

"Mr. McPherson, you're needed at the hospital right away."

"What? Why? What is it?"

"It's your cousin, Tina. She's about to give birth to your baby."

"Baby? What baby? I didn't even know she was pregnant," I said as the classroom disappeared and I found myself inside a hospital room.

Tina was laying on her back in a bed with her knees drawn and parted. Her stomach had ballooned to an enormous size, her face was beet red, and she was straining to push. A female figure wearing a hospital gown, face mask, surgical cap and gloves was standing at the foot of the bed.

"Push!" the masked figure urged.

"Argh!" Tina groaned, as she bore down.

"Push!"

"Aarrrgh!" Tina growled, straining to push out her pregnancy.

"Okay, relax. Breathe. Your horny evil cousin is here," the doctor said, looking in my direction.

I rushed to the bedside and reached for Tina's hand.

"Tina, what's going on? Who did this to you?"

"You did, you bastard. You and your perverted evil demon did this to me. I hope you're satisfied!" she spat.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't mean to."

"Chat time is over! It's time to push again. Push!" the doctor announced.

Tina took a large breath and pushed hard.

"Argh!" she grunted.

"It's coming, I can feel its head! Keep pushing!" the doctor urged.

Tina continued to bear down. Her faced turned purple from the strain.

"ARRRRGH!"

The doctor noted encouragingly. "The head is out! Now the shoulder."

I squeezed Tina's hand as she continued to push.

"ARRREEEEK!"

"There, it's out! Congratulations Miss Nicholson. It's an incubus!" the doctor announced, smiling.

In her arms was a small, toothless red creature with a red tail, black hair and two small horns on either side of its forehead. A small pair of leathery wings could barely be seen behind him. There were tiny, half-inch claws on the ends of his fingers and toes.

But his face. It was my face! He was a miniature duplicate of me as a demon!

The doctor handed the creature to Tina, who held him to her breast to suckle. He latched on immediately, clawing her bosom with is tiny sharp claws.

"OWW!" Tina howled in pain as the room faded away.

***

Sunday, December 10th

"AAHH!" I screamed, sitting up. My heart was racing, I was back in my bedroom, panting and covered in sweat. It was morning.

"Ross! What happened? Are you alright?"

I looked over and saw Tina standing in the doorway. She was wearing the same bathrobe she was in when I put her to bed last night, except now the robe was open, giving me a full-frontal view of her body.

"I'm fine. Just a bad dream, that's all."

"You're as white as a sheet and covered in sweat. It must have been awful," she noted.

"I'll live," I replied, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

"Care to talk about it?"

"Not really," I said standing up.

"Are you sure? I'm really worried about you. I vaguely remember how horny you were last night, and this is the first time I've seen you wake up without an erection," she noted, staring at my crotch.

Lucky for me, Tina couldn't see my messy shorts and soiled sheets just behind the door from where she was standing.

"I'm fine, really. I'm sorry I startled you. Tell you what--I'll make breakfast while you take your shower. It's the least I can do for disappointing you last night and scaring you this morning," I offered, reaching into my underwear drawer.

She yawned. "I could use a cup of coffee and a good breakfast right now," she said as she turned and headed for the bathroom.

I quickly got dressed and took my dirty laundry down to the basement and started the washer. They were in the dryer by the time she completed her shower and walked into the kitchen. The coffee was ready, and I had just started the "leftovers omelets."

"Ah, I needed that!" Tina announced after her first sip of coffee. "That omelet smells good."

"It'll be ready in a minute. Any plans for today?" I asked.

"Leslie and I are going to the mall to do a little Christmas shopping. Do you want to come along?" Tina asked.

I shook my head. "No thanks. I'm heading back to the library. I still have more catching up to do."

To be honest, I was nearly caught up and could have finished my reading assignments from my bedroom, but I wanted to get some air and was hoping to meet up with Bailie at the library again.

Tina left after breakfast, and I retrieved my laundry from the dryer. I headed for the library soon after that.

***

It was a little after 10 when Bailie found me sitting in the same double cubicle I had been in yesterday.

"Is there anyone sitting next to you?" she whispered, noticing the books in the adjoining cubicle.

"Oh, no. Those are mine. I put those books there to save you the seat," I replied, moving my things. It was an unnecessary precaution since the library was virtually empty on Sunday mornings. But knowing I had saved a seat for her brought a smile to her face.

"I had another dream about you last night," she whispered as she sat down. There was a distinctive white flare to her golden yellow aura.

"I had a dream about you too. We were in the restaurant together."

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I felt like such a fraud, playing off her dreams like that. I was only trying to make a connection with her, but being with Bailie did funny things to my brain.

Bailie's mouth flew open in surprise.

"That's where we were in my dream, too! What happened in your dream?"

"Well, first we talked for a bit and then we--" At that point, I remembered the kisses and Bailie placing my hand on her breast.

"Uh, why don't you tell me what happened in your dream first?" I suggested, squirming in my seat a little.

"Okay. It started right after we finished dessert. We started talking and then we... um... Maybe this can wait until later. I--I don't want Miss Goodman coming by and catching us talking about dreams," she said, her face turning red.

"Good idea, although we don't have to worry about that today. She doesn't work on Sundays."

"Thank God. I can't believe how quickly she snuck up on us yesterday. It seems like I had just sat down, and she was right behind us."

"I think she keeps a close eye on this double carrel because it's the farthest one back and most of the students use it for making out," I replied.

"Oh?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.

Her aura grew a little bigger and slightly whiter, and I could feel my face get warmer.

"Uh, let me just finish this chapter in Ancient Civilizations and we can study Forensics together. In the meantime, would you take a look what I wrote on my DNA results assignment? I'd love to hear your opinion," I said quickly, opening my laptop.

"Certainly. I was hoping you'd ask me."

I was so worried about what Bailie thought about my report that I could hardly focus on the last two pages of the chapter I had been reading. I kept looking over at her facial expression as her eyes moved back and forth across the screen. She nodded her head and smiled early on, and at one point raised her eyebrows slightly, only to furrow them slightly towards the end of my report.

When she was finished, she scrolled up to reread a couple of paragraphs and highlighted a few words as well as a short paragraph.

"Well?" I asked anxiously.

"It's good, but you've overused the word 'composition' several times in these four paragraphs. I've highlighted them in yellow. Try using a synonym such as 'structure' or 'form' to break it up. In this paragraph, you're too tentative. Get rid of the 'maybe's' and 'perhaps's altogether and be more positive, since you've eliminated all the other possibilities in the preceding paragraphs," she whispered.

"Thanks. You're pretty good at this," I noted.

"I won a scholarship from a writing contest in high school. That's the only way I could afford to go to college. My English teacher wanted me to go into writing, but I was much more interested in science and forensics instead," she explained.

"Do you think Professor Talisman will say anything about my inability to find my actual birth parents?"

"I'm not sure. I mean, how could he? Those records are private, although having that information would certainly be a nice touch, especially since your parents insisted that you're their only child without confirming or denying that you were adopted."

"That was such a strange conversation I had with my mother. She was genuinely upset about the whole thing when I mentioned it. She didn't know anything about my birth parents or why my birth mother was willing to pay my parents for adopting me. And here she is twenty years later, still having second thoughts about the whole thing," I recalled, omitting the part about my birth father trying to kill me.

I took Bailie's suggestions and edited my report while she worked on an assignment from her Criminal Justice class. When I was finished, Bailie reread it and gave it her seal of approval. After she did, I sent it in to Professor Talisman's email address.

We spent the rest of the morning going over Professor Talisman's latest assignment and discussed our ideas about his final exam. It was a little past noon when I checked my phone.

"It's lunchtime. Let's stop and get something to eat. My treat," I suggested.

"No, I'm okay. Besides, you treated me yesterday," she whispered quietly.

"I didn't pay for lunch yesterday. Richard Flaubert treated us, remember? Bailie, I can hear your stomach growling. When was the last time you had something to eat?" I asked.

"Last night. I shared a can of beans with Gary," she replied.

"And I'll bet he ate most of it. I promise to take you someplace casual. I heard there's a good pizza place near here."

"The Pizza Palace. I've heard it's good too, however I've never eaten there. But I can't keep sponging from you for lunches and laptops. I owe you too much already as it is," she protested.

"You're not sponging. This is my treat for helping me with my Forensics report. That's worth half my grade," I replied, getting up.

She looked up at me from her chair and her golden aura glowed brightly inside her.

"I shouldn't," she mumbled. Her words almost obscured by the rumbling in her stomach.

I held out my hand.

"Come on. It'll be fun."

We put our books and laptops in my locker at the library and walked to the Pizza Palace. It was crowded, but we found a table and I had Bailie hold it while I ordered the food. I brought back a couple of small salads and iced teas while we waited for the pizza. That's when I noticed an old-fashioned jukebox along the side wall.

"Where are you going?" Bailie asked, as I got up.

"Give me a second, I want to check something out," I replied.

Bailie watched me as I went over to check out the selections in the jukebox. After finding what I was looking for, I fed the coins into the slot and picked the song I wanted before I headed back to my seat as the music started playing.

"I love this song! It was part of the mix of songs played at the diner when I was working," Bailie exclaimed with a broad smile, as "Crazy for you" started playing.

"Me, too. I hear it in my head whenever I'm near you," I replied with a plastic smile. That was true after being inside her dream last night. But I still felt like a phony because it was knowledge gained through my demonic abilities.

Bailie blushed, her eyes widened, and her mouth flew open. Her aura glowed a vibrant golden yellow, the brightest I had ever seen it in her.

"Bailie, are you okay?"

"Ohh, yes. This was just like my dream! Ross would you--" she began, leaning in towards me. Her lips were soft and inviting.

"McPherson! Your pizza's ready!" the guy at the counter yelled.

Of all the occasions for a pizza to arrive on time, it had to be now! I reluctantly got up to retrieve the pizza.

"I hope you like artichoke hearts and mushrooms. If not, just pick them out and I'll eat them," I announced as I placed the pizza down in front of us.

"I love them, but I can't eat your pizza. I'll just stick with this salad."

"Bailie, I can't possibly eat this whole thing by myself. You've got to help me out," I said with Madonna still singing in the background.

She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes, "Thanks."

I helped her to a slice before taking one of my own. We both ate our first slices quickly. Me because I have a habit of eating too fast and Bailie because she was starving. I helped her to a second slice before getting up and feeding the jukebox again, picking the same selection.

"There's something about this song that seems to go so well with being with you," I said as I sat down.

Bailie quickly finished chewing and swallowed before replying.

"I feel the same way about you," she replied with adoring eyes and a glowing aura.

The rest of the lunch was spent mostly in silence as we ate our pizzas while staring into each other's eyes. I didn't even notice the noise from the crowd around us or when the song on the jukebox stopped. Bailie looked surprised when she noticed the pizza was gone.

"I guess I was hungrier than I thought!" she remarked, looking at the empty pizza tray.

"Me, too!" I agreed, although it wasn't the first time I polished off half a pizza. I started to pick up the tray and plates.

"Let me help. I do this professionally," she smiled getting up and gathering the cups and napkins.

She followed me to the receptacle area where we left the plates, trays, and paper refuse. She was following so closely that I bumped into her when I turned around. Startled by the sudden contact, she froze, staring into my eyes with that same look of affection I remembered from her dream. I wrapped my arms around her back and pressed my lips against hers. After a brief pause, I felt those lips tremble as they parted.

Just like last night's dream, my heart started pounding in my chest and I slipped my tongue between her trembling lips. Her body shuddered at the same time a shiver ran down my spine. Our tongues met and it was that same velvety feeling I had from the dream, only better because now it was real. I closed my eyes as I made love to her mouth while she caressed my tongue with her own.

It was a dream turned real, only more vivid in the flesh. As we kissed, a pleasant moan came from deep in her throat as her body seemed to melt against mine. I didn't want it to end, but it soon led to my inevitable arousal, and with our bodies pressed so close together, I was sure Bailie was aware as well. She pressed herself closer as she kissed me back, her tongue was like silk against my lips.

"Excuse me!" an annoyed male voice called out. We were blocking the garbage receptacle area, and another student was trying to get past us.

"Sorry," I said as we broke the kiss. I took Bailie by the hand and led her out of the restaurant, both of us giggling all the way.

The most memorable thing about the walk back to the library was walking arm in arm with Bailie. It seemed like one minute we left the Pizza Palace and the next minute we were back in the library sitting side-by-side in the double cubicle.

Once we were back in the library, neither of us could focus on our studies. I found myself reading the same two or three paragraphs over and over only to discover Bailie was doing the same. We exchanged furtive whispers about nothing, just to hear the sound of each other's voices. I would ask her questions about her favorite flavor of ice cream, or her favorite teacher in high school. She would ask me about growing up on the farm or if I had a crush on any girl when I was growing up.

I confessed to her about my having a crush on my cousin Tina when I was a kid. That prompted a whole flurry of questions about how I felt about Tina now, especially after her uninhibited attitude about showing off her beautiful body in a magazine and the rumors flying around about her promiscuous lifestyle.

I answered honestly about my shock at seeing her naked in the magazine, then about her exhibitionism at home and my embarrassment when she perved me in the shower. Bailie laughed so hard at that it enabled me to duck her inevitable follow-up question about whether or not those experiences led to any sexual encounters. Or maybe Bailie was merely trying to be discrete, especially since Tina tipped so generously at the Blue Ox Diner.

"How can you find me attractive after living with your gorgeous cousin?" she asked.

"Oh, Bailie, you have no idea how much you mean to me. Tina is no longer that cute, redheaded tomboy I had a crush on when I was 8 years old. Now she's so gorgeous it's intimidating and surreal. But you have a way of putting me at ease with your kindness, your intelligence, and your gentle personality. I also think you're as cute as hell."

She leaned in and kissed me, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. Our tongues danced together in my mouth before we repeated the same in her mouth. While we kissed, she took my hand and pressed it against her breast. I squeezed lightly and she moaned in a sigh into my mouth.

That's when my phone went off, alerting me of a text message.

The kissing and groping ended abruptly. Bailie looked as embarrassed as I felt.

"Bailie, I'm sorry--" / "Ross, I didn't mean to--" we both began at the same time.

"Are you going to see who it is?" she asked when I didn't pick up my phone right away.

I looked at my phone. It was Frankie.

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Next Chapter: Anger and jealousy are the banes of a sex demon.