Insomniac Troublemaker

"This party is huge." Lay smirked at his friend.

"Its for me, besides." Kris, the self-admirer bragged.

Lay's mind and eyes were somewhere else while his body managed to stand and not react on its own. He never saw Remi in a party dress, black and long, and she was a princess. Her party manners, her light gestures and a constant smile plastered to her face was something he could only imagine but never see in actual life. She used to do the tickling feelings deep inside his skin. But.... but he had to stand and listen to his friend's constant babbling and bragging. Remi's flipping sleek hair were a distraction.

"Yah! you even listening?" Kris yelled at him when he percieved that Lay's centre of attention was not him but someone else.

"I am trying but I have to go." That was enough self-control. He wanted to have her right in front of him, right this moment when he'll manage to dominate and force his manhood over her. He tried to make a way staright to her but she vanished from his view. His mind and heart slumped into gravity of the earth until a soft dab met his back and he turned back to encounter the lady in long twinkling strappy red dress.

The girl flashed a sexy smile directed at him that used to melt his heart. The girl dragged her finger along his lips in a breath taking slow pace. He tried to capture her wrist but she slipped away and motioned him to follow. For the sake of being with her, he left the crowdy party people and followed her into a dark corridor with dull lights. He then saw a diamond bracelet thrown at the floor, the same bracelet this red dressed girl was wearing. He moved a little further and saw a pair of red heels disorderly thrown on the floor. He continued to follow the girl and could only see her vague image in her long dress. A few steps later, he saw the girl taking off her dress.

Only imaginary girls do that in corridors.

The lights were too dim, he could now only watch her perfect body linings. He tramped hastily and picked up the dress to take in her scent. He rubbed the silk against his nose and breathed in. If only this could happen in reality, that would be the death of him. He felt his pants too tight. He had to do this tonight but not with the girl in his imaginations, he had to do this with the real deal, real Remi.

But he was so lost in his own world, he couldnt differentiate between real Remi in black or the imaginary Remi in red. He just rushed to her and saw her entering a room. He ran and and she smiled at him before closing the door to his face.

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