Several nights ago.

After Elizabeth left the room, she wrapped her arms around Tibaut in anticipation of what would happen next.

“Come on you innocent little bastard, I want to see that face of yours.”

She began holding him tighter, hoping to wake him up, but he remained on the bed, soundly asleep.

(“Well, it probably wasn't going to happen this quickly. At least I'll have something pleasant to wake up to when he wakes up and sees me.”) And with that, she soon fell asleep.

Well, that was the plan at least but… now that she thought about it, she had never slept this close to the opposite sex before.

Her face started to slowly become pinker but she held her position. (“Tough it out, Tina. Just imagine his face when he wakes up.”)

She lay on the bed, almost in torture from the embarrassment she felt, with her hands around him. She repeated those words over and over as the night went on. And finally, she felt herself slowly drift away.

She was now in a state of half sleep and it seemed this state lifted her of any embarrassment she felt. She stopped clutching Tibaut and began to let her hands wander.

“Ah, are you the man of my dreams?” She whispered to the figure in front of her.

Her dreams and reality were now working in tandem. She imagined herself in a field of grass lying next to her would-be lover. He was taller than her and had a body that looked like it was sculpted from marble by Michelangelo himself. He had his back to her but with such a wide back she was reassured.

“I've finally found you… a man worthy of me.” She said to him, She turned him around and… Tibaut?

“When the hell did he? What am I thinking, it can't be him.”

Indeed the figure before looked similar but with different bodies, it had to have been a different person. And more importantly, he had a beard. That little boy almost certainly had no chance of growing one of those.

“Oh, whatever, I'll enjoy this hunk all for myself.”

She wasted no time bringing their mouths together and seemed almost feral as she kissed.

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“Finally, fucking finally, how long have I waited for a guy like this? I swear guys these days either look this and are weak as hell or look like a Tibaut and can defeat me. I almost lost hope that I wouldn't be able to find my type of guy.”

She reached down and grabbed his crotch and was happy with what she felt.

“Patience, I need patience. I gotta enjoy this.” She forced herself to refrain. This was her first time after all and she was going to enjoy every last minute of it.

She wasted no time grabbing his hand and placing it on her chest. She looked into his eyes but nothing happened.

“(Is he timid? I guess it'd be a bit much to expect him to be this perfect.) Go on ahead, you don't have to worry about being cautious with me.”

A few more moments passed by and she grabbed his hand. “Come on you Mr. Perfect, I'll even guide you.”

She began moving his hand with her own.

“Wow, it is something when someone else is doing it.” She said,

Her cheeks had begun turning red again but she had an eerie smile on her face as her dream man began groping on his own accord. His hands were strong and forceful yet at the same time gentle. He made sure to not pinch or dig into her breast too deeply yet.

(“Fuck, he's good. It took me months before I got it feeling this good.”)

She wasted no time opening her shirt and letting him get full contact with the skin on her chest.

He even began teasing her nipple and had her reeling back.

“Heh, know your place you bastard.” She playfully commented.

She responded by going in for a deeper kiss and grabbing his ass. She even pulled his pants down a bit to expose it.

She noticed a pause in his movements but continued. “What's wrong? You're my man so you should already know I'm not gonna be passive during this.”

The man began messaging and groping her breast with more vigour and she continued playing with his cheek (not the one on his face) and they continued their tongue fighting.

“This is amazing… I can't believe there's more after this.”

She couldn't contain her excitement and began preemptively thrusting on him for some sort of release like a lioness in heat trying to goad a mate to… well mate.

She couldn't take it anymore. She had to go further. She began taking off her own pants and then her partners for some further foreplay before the main event.

She planned to rub their crotches together in their thin underwear and see how long they could both stop themselves from doing the obvious.

But as she did this, the man of her dreams began speaking up.

“Louise, you're so rough. At least ease me in a bit.”

(“Louise…

Who the hell is Louise?”)

Those few words shattered her dreamscape and dropped her back to reality.