Midnight Fantasies

Foursome Fantasy 1

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I was that smart ass teenager you'd meet in your class. Always got straight A's and could be considered the teacher's pet. A bit beautiful and just charming enough to get nominated for most of the top activities at school.

Even in college, I made a name for myself that it was always on every lecturer's lips.

Tate Vidas — The brilliant freshman who already has five awards on her first year at Sheldon Arts College.

Everything was turning out just the way my wealthy perfect parents wanted it to be. They were persistent that I studied somewhere remarkable and willingly spent fortune in sending me to SAC.

I wanted to make them more proud that I spent half of the day reading even when I could step out with other rich kids and have fun at a karaoke or something.

My friends would always tell me how they pitied me because I had little freedom to actually spice up my college life.

I let them think what they want because I had my own way of dealing with my stress.

I relaxed by reading dark stories about sex. It was something I enjoyed right from highschool and it would probably be something I'd be taking to my grave too. I can't even say it with my lips. I just let out all my thoughts in my decent looking journal which I defiled on the night I could no longer keep all my imaginations to myself.

Most people had their special erotic fantasies. I cannot be left out.

Deep inside of me, I yearned to be taking three men at a time.

It was overwhelming. It was dirty!

Could also be the most insane thing ever for someone like me to spend nights thinking about.

How would that number of phallus fit into me?

Won't I break from the effect? Won't they break too? How would they even move?...

My pen hung midway as I stopped writing down in my journal.

I squealed feeling a strong contraction which radiated in between my legs. Pausing, I looked around briefly making sure no one was coming towards me.

My eyes scoured over the words I had put down in a matter of seconds. I wrote so much in just a short time of thinking about it.

I exhaled a large amount of air before letting out like a balloon.

How long will I keep on craving this in my mind?

No. I won't stop.

From the looks of it, my body liked it when I think dirty. I'm so soaked that I don't know what to do with myself.

The air coming from the window which was right next to me caressed my hair and I enjoyed the feeling.

This was my usual sitting spot at the library and funny enough, nobody else sits here because they knew it was were I'd like to be.

Most times I hated the special treatment I get from all these people. It makes me feel so pressured to accomplish bigger things even when I'm exhausted. I know it's okay to loose sometimes but it hasn't been an option for me because of every single soul around. I wasn't sure they saw me as a human rather, as a girl with high IQ.

I growled placing my hands to hold my cheeks.

At that moment, strong wave of wind intercepted through the window, flying things around. My pen was pushed to the floor and as I struggled to pick it up, I felt my hand nudge something away with my elbow ruthlessly.

My eyes flickered wide as I raised my head in shock.

What did I just push off?

I quickly looked up to see my journal had flown out of my table and out the window. Hurrying up, I spotted it dangling in the air and about to drop in the midst of so many people hanging out downstairs.

There was a beautiful carpet grass spot were everyone liked to sit and chill right after classes. Today was no exception because there are almost fifty people lurking downstairs.

I ran.

Faster than I ever did in my entire life.

My footsteps and my voice yelling for people to make way was the only thing I could hear.

I was disheveled.

I really thought I could get there in time and retrieve it. I forgot that that could only happen in fictional books and here was the real world.

What surprised me more was how fast the contents of the journal spread.

At the first page, my name was boldly printed on it so there was no way they couldn't have known it was me.

For the first time, I became the top trending student for two weeks. Everywhere I went, people were talking about me and my creepy ass sex journal. Boys even taunted me the hardest and I started receiving disgusting pictures of their nudes.

I succeeded in changing a new number and my friends were a big help in driving mockers away from me because at this point, I was broken.

Everything I worked for and believed in had crumbled in just a little incident.

I kept asking myself, why didn't my laptop fall off the window and ruin to bits?