Free Dreams of a Virgin by John Foltin

over. It was
Schyler, the prettiest, most popular girl in school.
    “Hi, Jeff,” in a sexy voice.
    “Uhh. Hi.”
    “Is there somewhere we can talk?
Privately?”
    “I’m sure we can find somewhere.”
    We looked around and found an empty room.
    “You know, you looked good out there last
night.”
    “Thanks.”
    “You know, as the most popular guy in school,
you get to be seen with the most popular girl. And you know who
that is,” as she pressed me against the wall.
    “I sure do.”
    “Well, we don’t have to limit it to being
seen,” as she blew softly in my ear.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’ll show you.” She planted a deep, hard
kiss on me. I had to take off my glasses; she’d steamed them up.
She started to unbutton her blouse. So, I unbuttoned my shirt. She
unfastened her bra.
    “Besides, only the most popular men get to
see these,” as she lowered her bra. She was so very developed. “And
only the most popular men get to feel these,” as she placed my
hands on her melons. “And only the most popular men get to taste
this,” as she inserted her tongue in my mouth when we kissed.
    She started to unfasten my pants, but she had
trouble pulling them down over my boner. She left her skirt on, but
pulled down her panties. She placed them on my head. My cucumber
got planted into her fertile soil.
    This was the greatest feeling of my life. I
was making out with Schyler. Every guy’s dream at my school.
    As we finished, I had one of those “cat that
just ate the canary” type grins on my face. She was like, “Ho
hum”.
    As I went back to the crowd, I grabbed some
punch and mingled some more. By the time I left, I had phone
numbers of every cheerleader, ten other females, and the biology
teacher.
    When I got home, my answering machine was lit
up like a Christmas tree.
    “Hi, Jeff. This is Gillian. You doing
anything next week? If not, give me a call. Bye.”
    “Hey, Jeff. It’s Beth. If you’re not busy
next week, give me a call. I’d love to do something with you.”
    “Hello, Jeff. Jim Lichtenberg here. Listen.
Heard about your game and called to see if you wanted to play
football here at State University next year. Gimme a call, okay?
Bye.”
    “Hey, Jeff. It’s me, Stacy. Hey, whatcha
doin’ Saturday? I’ll be waiting for your call, honey. Bye.”
    I’d never gotten messages before. Now all
this? No sooner did the messages stop than the phone rang
again.
    “Hello? Hello?”
    No answer. I heard a beeping in my ear. That
was when I realized I picked up the phone in my sleep, and that I’d
dreamt the whole thing.
     
     

BANKING ON A
DREAM
    Even the most ordinary person has those times when he
wants to just let loose. All he needs is a little incentive.
     
    After a long week working at the bank, I
needed to unwind. I went with a few friends clubbing. After a few
drinks, we hit the dance floor, acting like we could dance but not
a decent move among us.
    That was when this amazing redhead came up to
me and started dancing with me. I mean, not just dancing, but
grinding on me. Now, either there was a roll of quarters in my
pocket, or this was really turning me on. No change in my
pocket.
    Hailee was the total opposite of me. She was
spontaneous, outgoing, lived by the seat of her pants. (And what a
beautiful seat it was.) Me, I was the quiet introvert who played by
the rules to the letter. I knew opposites attract, but this was
ridiculous.
    We danced the night away. After last call,
she said goodbye.
    “It doesn’t have to be goodbye. In fact, I
wish it wasn’t.”
    She laughed and walked away.
    Next Friday, it was 4:55, five minutes until
closing time. I was preparing my final count of my drawer.
    Lo and behold, who should walk in but Hailee,
looking even more beautiful than I remembered. She walked right up
to me and kissed me long and hard. “Miss me?”
    Now, of course I had missed her, but I
couldn’t let her know that. “And you are?” I couldn’t say that with
a straight