Her hot breath tickles my ear; her naked dark skin is soft like velvet as it touches mine; the spot where we are united sends pleasure through our bodies with each thrust; I close my eyes and pray that this moment never ends…

I open them to find myself in bed, the sun shining on my face through the window.
“Of course…” I say to myself as I look down at my morning erection and sigh. This is the third night in a row I’ve dreamt of her, and it probably won’t be the last.
I quickly force my erection down and get out of the bed. It’s my turn to bring water to the village, and if I don’t hurry the elders will probably scold me.
I finally put on the little clothes I have, and go out through the door to start yet another day.

“Hello!”
I am greeted by a girl’s voice, but looking around me I cannot see where it came from. Suddenly, someone jumps into me from behind, sending both me and that person down on the ground.
As I cough in the dust on the ground, I hear a beautiful sound; a girl’s laughter. I smile to myself and sigh, as Nayima laughs at my expense.

“Could you please get off me, Nayima? I have water-duty today…”
My words are muffled by the ground below me, but Nayima seems to have heard, as I feel the weight on my back lifting. I quickly get up and dust myself off before I turn around and indeed see Nayima smiling
innocently.
“I know, and the elders sent me to help you.” She says, still smiling. I sigh once more and go to the town center to pick up the two ceramic water kegs. Nayima offers to take one, but I ignore her and begin the long journey to the river, with Nayima following me closely.

The following two hours of walking to the river is filled with Nayima and me talking, as we always do. We complain about the elders, exchange gossip; the usual. By the time we reach the river we’re both
exhausted and thirsty from all the talking, and we quickly kneel down at the river to drink.
When we’ve quenched our thirst we both sit down beside the river, watching it flow peacefully towards the barely visible ocean, silently admiring its beauty. I glance at Nayima, and the memories from last night’s dream fill his mind. I struggle to keep my erection down, but finally give up.
Please don’t look this way… I pray as my penis makes a tent I my loincloth.

Nayima hears my breathing getting heavier, turns to me despite my prayers, and notices my erection. Her eyes widen and she looks away, embarrassed. I look away as well, trying to force my erection down as I always do. We both sit like that for a couple of seconds, when I notice the silence being broken by her breathing getting heavier.
Is she… Excited? I think to myself as I once again glance at Nayima; and sure enough, I catch her looking at my crotch and nervously rubbing her thighs. I’ve seen her do this once before; that night three days ago when we accidently saw one of the village couples having sex. It was after that I started having those dreams, and although Nayima had acted naturally afterwards, it appears she was just as affected as I was.

“Can I ask you something personal, Koran?”
Nayima startles me when she breaks the silence, but I manage to nod my head. Nayima becomes even more nervous, and her hands move closer to her crotch.