It was only a few pages later I realized that my finger was again pressing itself against my moist slit. My breath quickened as I read how the hero of the story was ravaging a beautiful amazon woman. As my eyes grew heavy, I decided I had read enough for one night and placed the book on the night stand and turned over and fell fast asleep. It wasn't until my "wet dream" that I had discovered that my imagination was waking me up and causing me to think more like a woman instead of a little girl.

Drawing my hand from the inside of my panties, I drew back the covers and ambered off to the bathroom to clean up before anyone else in the house woke up. Passing through the hallway, I noticed that my girlfriend, Stacey, was lying in her bed, with the covers thrown about her as well. I wondered if she might be having these feelings as well. Yet it was still early in the morning, and my friend was still deep asleep. Stacey normally wore boys pajamas to bed and I could see that Stacey had only worn the shirt. It's buttons had opened, during her tossing in the night, and one nipple was peeking out between the now open gap. I stepped into the room and covered her up with the sheet she had tossed aside in the night.

On down through the hallway, I passed my girlfriends parents room. Stacey's parents both worked at jobs that took them out of town on occasion, so it was often you might find one of them gone for days. This time Stacey's dad happened to be home. Boy was he handsome for his age. I kept thinking that if he was about ten years younger and not married I might have been lucky enough to marry a man like him. Peeking into his room, I noticed him asleep on the bed. His muscular body was turned from me, yet I could tell he never slept in pajamas like my own brother or father did. He usually wore short pants.