Have to get this dream off my mind, can't focus on my problem set...(F/M) | 2016

This is my first post, so I will introduce myself. I am a female math major, a first year. I find math completely sexy because of how how visual its secrets are. Doing problem sets turns me on, especially for my topology class. I am young to be in college, only just 19 years old, little and blonde, with hazel eyes and I blush easily. I am shy and talk softly. I'm quick to smile and have just recently developed real curves. I am a virgin. I have broken up with all of my past boyfriends because they were trying to get me to go far with them and I was scared. The reason why I'm writing is because I can't focus on a problem set because of this dirty dream I had... If I get the dream out of my system, I can get some work done.

I work at a research institution with an older male student I'll call Noah. Noah is three years older than I am, almost a foot taller than me, strong and capable, with hair that falls into his face when he's working. He's a math student as well. I'm in charge of a project at work and Noah has been helping me with all of these tasks, to the point where I'm flustered by how attentive he is. I know he's experienced with girls, so I'm a little flustered by that too, although he describes himself to me as a "nerdy introvert".

Noah and I have been talking since January, mainly about music. On our work retreat we played piano together until almost 4 in the morning. Earlier that evening, when piled on a couch playing a game with friends Noah's leg touched mine, and neither of us pulled away. In fact, our bodies curved in towards each other, and I felt his head lean in towards my shoulder before he got a hold of himself and shook his head a little. Once, our hands touched by accident and we both gasped a little. I remember almost aching to touch him as I could feel the side of his warm leg on mine through my thin black tights.

On valentine's day at work, Noah asked aloud what the date was, and was roundly teased by everyone for not remembering valentine's day. He just nodded a little and bent his head down with a quiet smile. I think he doesn't have a girlfriend, but I am not sure. In the evening I was leaving the workspace when Noah followed me out the door and asked me what I was doing as I stood at the elevator.

I was struck by how tall Noah was, and he looked down at me in a way that i didn't understand. He suggested we wander around a little, and I nodded yes, frightened of all these new things but drawn to him, wanting him.

Noah and I ended up hanging out for a few hours, playing the piano and walking around in the snow, but in the end a math friend of ours joined us when he saw us and we ended up just talking about math topics, and we parted with a hasty "See ya".

That night, I dreamed that Noah appeared in my bed in my dorm room, leaning against the headboard, his figure entirely too big for the bed. We were sitting just as we did when we were on the couch at retreat, his right leg touching my left one. It was dark, but I could see him considering me with a bit of a smile on his face.

All of a sudden, our hands brushed each other and then his held mine fast. His hand was so big over mine that it covered me totally, and we both pretended nothing was happening and continued to act as usual, but my hand completely relaxed and began to stroke his as it held me. His hand can span an octave and a half on the piano, and I remember watching it play on the keys and imagining it cupping my ass, pulling my waist in with a single sharp motion. I imagined his hand feeling the curves of my breasts, completely transfixed by them (like I know that his eyes are when I catch him looking). Imagining me losing control, begging him to touch me anywhere, to fuck me.

Noah drew closer to me as we held hands and our legs touched. He drew in tentatively, and the atmosphere deepened and the room darkened. He moved over me, now he was leaning almost on top of me, and I was flat on my back, breasts up and wanting him right there in my dorm room...

(Now, everyone knows that math concentrators have really wild imaginations and are totally driven up the wall by sex, though they do their best to hide it. I am no exception. I find myself growing wet whenever Noah and I hold eye contact at work, that's how much I'm attracted to him, to the point where I bring a change of panties to work and change in the ladies' right afterwards. On our work retreat, Noah left to shower and when he returned with wet hair and a black t shirt, he gave me a quick look that betrayed something ambiguous to me. I can feel how much pleasure he could give me just by the tension that follows us around the workspace, and expands in the practice room when we play together.)

Possibly because of my wild imagination, I could feel Noah's hand on mine even though I was dreaming. I could feel his long fingertips graze my inner wrist and leave it tingling with anticipation, desire and fear. I could feel his eyes locking on mine even in the dark as he leaned over me on his elbow, propped up on his elbow in my own bed! I have never let a boy into my bed before, not even in a dream...I felt myself growing wet yet again, and I gave a little shudder as I watched his eyes slowly move up and down my body's curves, clearly defined in bed. His hand was still moving on mine, toying with it as he bent over me, eyes half-closed...

to be continued...will this dream stay just a dream?