Rough hands roamed his body desperately.
Gasps escaped his mouth as Zabi swallowed his moans, sucking and biting soft skin.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, kissing down his neck and chest.
He moans deeply as she sucks a nipple, tongue twisting and toying with his bud.
His back arches off the bed, hands flying out to pull at long black hair.
She pops his nipple out of her mouth, licking a wet, hot stripe down his belly to his thighs.
He was already nude, his cock jumping in anticipation.
She sits upright, taking in the sight of him sprawled out on his bed as his cock leaks.
She leans down, taking his cock down in one go.
Persha cries out, body vibrating in pleasure.
She sucks him off, fingers circling his hole, her thumb brushing against him, and he cums.
She doesn’t stop sucking his cock as she drives him into overstimulation.
Lifting her head, she looks right at him, his eyes hazy with satisfaction.
She licks her lips, leaning down to his ear as she whispers,
“Too bad this isn’t real.”
He jerks awake, covered in sweat, panting.
He looks around, his breaths coming in short, hard pants.
His thighs felt wet and sticky, realization hitting him.
He lifts the blanket covering his body slowly as he peeks at the mess he had made, pajamas stained.
He looks to the other side of the room.
Baylee was still sound asleep.
His head hits the headboard as he sighs.
He just had a wet dream.
And not just any wet dream.
A wet dream about Zabi.
Hands drag down his face.
“What the fuck…”
He had sat in the bathtub for minutes thinking about what the heck he just dreamt of.
Oddly enough, sleep came rather easily after.
Guess he just needed release.
Maybe if Marcel hadn’t messed with him yesterday, he might have actually gotten laid, and maybe he wouldn’t have dreamt of Zabi.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He was gay.
Zabi was a woman.
He wasn’t meant to be attracted to her.
“If I’m banned from the library because of you, I swear to God I’d burn your jersey,” Baylee says.
Persha had been following him around since lunch.
They were in the library now, and Persha was talking his ears off.
They got stares and angry students telling them to shut it and quiet down.
“Something is wrong with me, Baylee,” he says, taking the seat opposite his best friend.
Baylee sighs, adjusting his glasses.
“So you had a wet dream about a woman, and now you’re crashing out?”
Persha cringes, telling him to bring his voice down.
“Quiet, Baylee.
Don’t scream that part out for the whole library to hear,” he says, checking frantically if anyone caught onto their discussion.
Another sigh leaves Baylee’s lips.
“I need to know who you had the wet dream about to be of help,” he says.
He squints his eyes at Persha, watching him fidget, sweat running down his face as he gulps.
“Who is it, Persha~?” he taunts, smirking.
“Um…
it’s um…
Zabi,” he whispers the last part.
“Sorry?
What was that?” Baylee asks, urging Persha to repeat himself.
“It’s Zabi,” he says again.
“ZABI?!” he shouts.
“You had a wet dream about Zabi?” he whispers.
Persha nods, face red from embarrassment.
“Okay, this is serious,” Baylee says, closing the book he’s reading.
“From what I can see, Persha, it’s obvious what you are,” he says dramatically, dropping his head.
“What…
what am I?” Persha asks, almost shifting out of his chair.
“Persha, you’re androsexual.”
Persha blinks.
“Androsexual?
What the heck is that?” he asks.
“It means you’re attracted to masculine traits.
I mean, look at Zabi.
Do I need to explain?” he says.
When Persha doesn’t say anything, he continues.
“You were never gay, Persh.
You’re just attracted to masculine traits,” he adds.
“Remember Mrs.
Springles?” he says, a smile on his face, remembering their favorite cartoon character from their childhood days.
“She wasn’t the regular bubbly pink glitter woman, yet she was your favorite,” he adds.
Persha’s mouth hangs open.
“So yeah…
you weren’t…”
Persha stands abruptly, grabbing his bag and leaving the library.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“Persha,” he whispers, watching him leave.
“Zabi?” he says to himself, shaking his head, opening his book and going back to studying.