I shook off the covers, ignoring the ebbing tingle in between my legs. Why couldn't I dream about teddy bears or some typically vague thing like that? My bangs we're slicked back with sweat as I changed clothes. 

"Another night spent with her, but a day spent without anyone" I whispered to myself as I threw on a sweatshirt. I left my room and the dreams that I long to become a reality behind me as I headed out the door to school.

As I situated myself being the steering wheel and backed out of the driveway her face reappeared behind my mind's eye. My mouth went dry and my vag purred with excitement. I wanted her. I mouthed the words to the Beatles so true lyrics, "I want you. I want you so bad. I want you so bad it's driving me mad..." I began to daze off, reviewing the roundess of her breasts, the tenderness of her legs-or at least what I thought she was like, without her clothes on. I've only seen her beauty masked by skinny jeans and aeropastle polos, except for that one time when she came out of the locker room's shower. Of course I can't stare too long if I want to stay hidden.

I couldn't stop the urge rising beneath my jeans. Ever so lightly I lay my hand on top, wishing it was her perfect hand. "**** I need to concentrate on the road" I told myself. I pulled into Hewlett High's dreary parking lot preparing myself for another lonely day. Another day without her. 

As I gathered my books and headed out the door I saw her. She was bent over picking up her fallen books. From where I was I could see the perfectly etched "v" of her tight thong underneath her jeans that caressed the every glide of her luscious booty that called for me. "****" I muttered. 

"Excuse me ?" She turned her heart shape face towards mine, "What did you say to me?"

"Oh sorry, I was just saying '****' because I umm..I uhh..I think I hurt myself."

"You think you hurt yourself? Do you know where by chance?" Her flawless face twisted with concern and confusement. Her sugar plum lipgloss sparkled underneath the school lights. I couldn't concentrate. "Hello, are you alright? Girl you better say something or else people are going to think you're disabled." But I couldn't speak. It was her-the one I knew I would always be chasing after.