She wanted to go back to that fantasy of love's wishes granted. She could see him mounting her, sliding his hands up her thighs and spreading her loins. She could feel his fingers rubbing her soft, comely legs apart. She felt her supple flesh give way to his kneading fingers, and she looked down between their two bodies where his cock playfully bounced alongside her furry mound. She lifted her legs outwards and gave him room to move in. "Come on," she muttered. "Come on in and screw me up good. It'll fit. Don't worry. I can take it. Just jam it in there and FUCK ME!" She lifted her knees and her smooth and tender loins opened for him. He smiled and leaned down into the breach. "There," he gasped, "is the kind of a twat worth looking at." She had pulled open the lips, spread the hairs back out of the way, and prepared the channel with a steady flow of ooze. Everything was oily. He dipped on finger in, just to be sure, and down it went. There was no friction – everything was smooth and slippery. He teased her clit and pulled his finger out: "You're soft, baby, and I'm gonna love fucking you with my big hard prick muscle. You know what I mean? I'm gonna love shoving my prick down that alley!"

"Sharon? Sharon? Are you awake?" It was Debby again. Sharon opened her eyes, gave up the fantasy of the big man with the big ideas. "What is it?" she asked, coming reluctantly back to reality. "I was having a little dream and every time you wake me up."

"I'm sorry," said Debby, "but it's time to go to school." Debby climbed up out of her bed. She was nude and Sharon watched her sister prepare for school. Unlike herself, Debby had little titties with pert nipples. But Sharon couldn't figure it out. No matter how much bigger her own breasts were, the guys still went out with Debby. They still asked Debby to go out before her. She watched Debby as the older girl stood in front of the mirror. Debby's hips were a little wider than Sharon's and the hair around Debby's cunt was a little darker blonde than Sharon's bush, but other than that, the girls looked pretty much alike. "Shit," grumbled Sharon, "I sure do wish that I was the one who was popular."