A dream of young love?
Story by abcba
Before i post this story i'd like to say a word or two, and please read this so you will understand. I both did and did not write this, this is probably confusing you so i will explain. Two nights ago i went to bed and had a dream. In that dream i was like a flying camera, a bug on the wall who could see anyone, hear the thoughts of anyone. The next morning i woke myself up, literally i was cheering a certain someone on. This story was my dream. The tale of two young lovers named Miho and Nami, and the later inclusion of some special others. The dream came to my head, and i gave it words. there is much more to the story, that i will not put in this thread, as i have yet to write it, but i figured at about 10 pages it was a good place to end what i am now referring to as part I. Just as a warning, this story has a LOT of what i would call cute and lovey content. I showed this to my girlfriend, who is also a big fan of futa, *claps for self*, and it made her sniffle in several places, she loved it. If you wanna go read about some floozy bedhoppers this isn't for you. This is a tale of love, literally, a story of my dreams that i am sharing with all of you. And what a nice dream it was :D.
CHAPTER 1 – My Sweet
Who? What? Where? Whe-?
The place was anywhere, the time? Anything.
Past, Present, Future, never…
Convergence?
A sweet singsong voice lilted in the summer breeze…
Summer? Winter?
The voice of yesteryear.
“My sweet..”
A rush.
Arousal?
Yes.
“My sweet..”
A light…a light…
And a beautiful face..
My face?
No.
“Miho.. my sweet…”
Miho jumped in her bed, a cold sweat all over her body.
That was the third time she’d had that dream. It was still
dark outside, an owl softly hooted his nighttime serenade. Miho
flicked on a lamp. Her hand was wet, she wondered over
this before she recognized the extent of her predicament. She
was naked, her bedspread and clothing thrown off a side of
her bed. She reached her hand toward her vagina. Wet. She
wondered what all this meant.. She knew the cause, but not
the meaning. Still shaken, she put her pajamas back on, got
back in bed, and tried to stray her thoughts from that sweet
and innocent face.
“Miho, my sweet…”
CHAPTER 2 – The Cause
The sun came bright and early the next morning. Sunbeams traced lazily across Miho’s bedroom, highlighting shelves, a closet, assorted knick-knacks. Miho groggily sat up, stretching, and shot a wary glance at her clock, it was 7. She sighed. Time for school. She swung her legs out of bed and sluggishly
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