My night with Meghan. (A dream I had)

Alright so this is my first story posted online, and I hope to post more in the future.
The story could be better, and there could be more dialogue. Let me know what
you think.

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My name is Will. I’m a fairly average looking bisexual hispanic guy.
though the girls probably don’t agree. I’m 25 years old, 5′ 7″, and i
have an olive complexion. Now that you know about me, let me tell you
about my friend Meghan

I’m not sure where to begin? She’s maybe 5′ 6-7″, with a fair
complexion. Red hair, and bright blue eyes that change to green when
her mood changes. She has a great set of tits that would make a Texan
give up red meat. A full round ass, and thighs that beg to be draped
over your shoulders, and her scent….god she smelled like heaven on
earth. I wanted to worship every square inch of her delicious body.

We had been friends for a few weeks now, and I loved every minute of
it. Usually I would hangout with her at her job, and drive her home
afterward. We would joke about sex, talk about sex, and hate the fact
that neither of us were currently having sex. Something that I wanted to
rectify in a mutually beneficial way. Which is why I was saddened and
disappointed when she named me on a list of people she couldn’t have
sex with. It would have been fine if she had said it in private, but
others were around. Other whom I’m sure noticed the slightly hurt look
on my face. The reason she gave was that it would feel strange given
our friendship. Though I suspected it had more to do with the fact
that I wasn’t a tall, muscly, Adonis.

I took a day or two but I got over it, and resigned myself to the fact
that we would always be just friends. It was better then nothing, and
she was always fun to be around. The only thing that was a little
harder to get used to was hearing her talk about wanting to fuck this
guy or that guy. When I was sitting right in front of her primed like
a powder keg ready to blow. This to would come to pass though.

Wednesday his week I picked Meghan up at her place, and we drove
around looking for some way to kill time. Finding absolutely nothing
worth doing I suggested a movie and a pizza at her place. She thought
about it for a moment, and I noticed some apprehension on her face. I
assured her that I could be trusted, and I would be a perfect
gentlemen. Something that I truly believed myself. After a quick stop
at the local blockbuster for a copy of UP. We picked up the pizza and
headed back to hers.

Meghan was currently living in a hotel room above a local bar. It
wasn’t her ideal living situation, but what choice did she have. It
wasn’t the worst place I’d ever been. If was a single room with a
small bathroom through a door on the left side of the room. There were
no chairs in the room, so we had to sit on the bed. I popped the DVD
into the player and started it up, then sat back with a slice of
pizza. During the movie I would glance over at Meghan, and study the
rise and fall of her breasts as she focused on the movie. I honestly
tried no to, but they were right there in front of me, and I had
already seen this movie a few times.

When the movie finished we decided to see what was on comcast on
demand.