Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... it had always been with me. I'll admit though, the dreams were interesting, and I hoped they'd continue.

I didn't have to wait long, the next one happened three nights later, and all that I recalled was laying in bed, with my legs spread as a faceless guy lay on top of me, obviously having sex with me. I was naked, although I couldn't see that much. Instead, I could only recall movement on top of me, and the heavy weight of his body pressing against me. A few moments later the memory had vanished, like the dreams before.

It felt like I was being teased, first I sat to pee, but I couldn't feel, or actually see any vagina, then I could see breasts in a bra, and cute panties, then I was in a shower masturbating, but feeling nothing, and now I was having sex in my dreams, but had no recollection of what it felt like. I shook my head and felt like a loser, even in my dreams. I'd have given anything to have that lucid dreaming skill.

I couldn't put most of the pieces together. I'd dressed up for a Halloween party as a female just the one time. I did it hoping to meet the women that my cousin assured me would be impressed. I wasn't gay, I didn't have any gender identity questions, I wanted a girlfriend, and almost impossibly, dreamt of actually having sex. But these dreams made no sense. I was older, not much older but certainly at least in my early twenties, why did I have on that same red dress from the halloween party? Why was I dreaming of having sex, but being a ...

... female? Why was I being cheated out of at least remembering more, and while I couldn't imagine that it could actually happen, I really wished I could have felt the sensations of rubbing 'my' vagina, I knew men's orgasms were different from women's but exactly how were they different?

All of these questions persisted and made focusing on both my schoolwork, and my job very difficult. I hoped there would be more dreams like this, and maybe, if I was lucky, I'd remember more, and they would begin to include sensations, and what that female body actually felt like.

That Friday, the takeout place next to Smoothie Express ended up hiring a new employee. I'd seen her getting the tour that previous new employees had gotten, and wondered how long she'd last. The place had to have been miserable to work for, nobody seemed to last long there. She was cute enough, with curly blonde hair that rested on her shoulders, while she was a bit overweight, she had a very expressive face, and her smile was incredible. She saw me sneaking looks in her direction, and I swore she smiled at me.

I wanted to believe I had a chance with her, but I'd been turned down so many times, I almost felt like my best option was to wait for college to start and just take my chances there. But what if it was just more of the same in college? What if I may have a chance with her, and I screwed it up by not even trying to talk to her?

Two days later I was taking my lunch break at work, sitting at one of the ...