Chapter 3: Concentration

The sweet smell of her hair filled the air. I could feel her in my arms. She was nuzzling my neck. It was nighttime and it was dark. That much I could tell. But I was a little disoriented. Who was this in my bed with me? I could see the dark night sky filtering through my window. The light was cascading across my bed and ended at the foot of the bedroom door. I looked down and I could see the silhouette of her shoulder, the upper part of her arm, her hips and her legs. The highlight coming off of this perfectly smooth skin was incredibly sexy. The feel of her warm body against mine was comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable. I couldn't believe how good I felt just lying there next to this beautifully exquisite creature.

I lightly stroked her hair as she slept. As I did this, she emitted a soft sound. It almost sounded like a kitten purring. I kissed her forehead. Everything just seemed so right. I hugged her a little closer. She started to stir. She lifted her head and drowsily kissed me on the lips. With the moonlight coming in, I could see her face as we broke the kiss. It was Cynthia! What? How? It was Cynthia! And she was in my room! No, she was in my BED! And she was kissing me! When I was just in my state of comfort, I really wasn't thinking about sex. It was weird but I wasn't fully aroused at that time. But now, after knowing that it was Cynthia, my dick just shot up painfully hard. It was difficult for me to think. I was confused. But my arousal was overriding my confusion.

With a gentle hand under her chin, I pulled her face up a little more so that I could kiss her in earnest. She eagerly met my lips. Her mouth opened slightly as her tongue snaked its way out of her mouth into mine. I opened my mouth a little wider and returned her hot kiss. Our tongues wrestled as we explored each other's mouths. My left arm was still holding her tight as my right hand was free to discover her body. I brought my hand down from stroking her hair, across her face, down the side of her neck. She giggled slightly as I rubbed her earlobe a little. I continued down her shoulder to her breast. As I caressed her luscious mound, she let out a little sigh. Our lips were still glued to each other. She started a little exploring of her own as her hands eagerly moved up and down my body as well.

We finally broke our kiss as we both had completely run out of breath. Neither of us wanted the kiss to end. We both whimpered as our lips lost contact with each other. But she had a look of hunger in her eyes. So she pushed me down on my bed and climbed in between my legs. Without a word, she flicked her tongue across the crown of my dick. I shuddered a little at this touch. My cock was now straining with excitement. She looked into my eyes and winked as she lowered her face onto my swollen member. I tilted my head back and a moan escaped from my lips. She had one hand that was massaging my balls, as the other was holding onto the base of my cock. She was twisting her hand as she sucked me in her mouth. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I could feel the burning in my balls. I was close to release. I was breathing hard about now. "Ohhhh Cynthia... yes baby... suck my cock. Oh yeah. It feels so good baby. Ugh... I'm about to come. I'm gonna come..." Instead of pulling back as I expected her to do, she just gripped my cock tighter and bobbled more furiously. I felt my cum brewing below just about to erupt. She took her mouth off of my dick for a second and flicked her tongue on my shaft from the base up to the head of my cock and then took it into her mouth again. This did it for me as I started to erupt. I kept pumping cum in her mouth. She swallowed hard, but a lot of it escaped her mouth as I could see it leaking from the corners of her mouth. I came a ton. She licked my cock a couple more times cleaning it thoroughly. She brought her head up and opened it up to show me some cum still left in her mouth. She closed her mouth and had a grin on her face. She then swallowed. Clearly it was a show for me. It really got me hot. After she swallowed, she looked into my eyes and said...

"BEEP"

"BEEP"

"BEEP"

Huh?

My consciousness soon came back to me as I drowsily woke up. I quickly figured that the beeping was the alarm clock going off. I rubbed my eyes. DAMMIT! It was a dream. A fucking dream! It wasn't real. DAMMIT! Well, it was real enough for me to feel my pj's sticky with my own cum. Motherfuckin' wet dream. Damn. It seemed so real. But none of it was real.

I sat up and with frustration pounded my hands once back onto the bed. I sat there for countless minutes starting at the mirror in front of me. I wasn't even at home. I was in the hotel. I turned and looked at the clock. It was 5:40 A.M. I had to get up now and take a shower before I met the guys for a team meeting before we all would head down for the grooming check.

I knew this was going to be a long day for me. I was in the shower and I couldn't get Cynthia off of my mind. How could I? It was an amazing dream that I had. It was the best sex that I have ever had and it was a dream. I wasn't a virgin, but I had only had one other lover. And at that time we were both virgins. She had to move soon afterwards as her father got a job in Atlanta. So I really only had one other experience to compare it to. But still, I couldn't think of anything better than what I had just experienced. Experienced? It wasn't FUCKING real!

I was starting to get depressed. Because as I got out of the shower and started wiping myself dry with my towel, all I could think about what Cynthia. All these thoughts about her were just flying in and out of my head, seeing Rick with her, my dreams, to my countless talks with her in class. And of all my thoughts, one thought was the most predominant. Cynthia was with Rick now. I could see that clearly when they made love a couple of days ago. And with Rick being my best friend, I should be happy for him. I shouldn't be jealous of him. So why wasn't I?

I pulled on my jeans and a pullover sweatshirt and grabbed my bag. We were going to change into our singlet when we got to the locker rooms anyways, so I didn't bother with wearing anything too fancy. I met up with the guys in the check-in lobby area. We couldn't hang around the casino area too much because we were underage. So we all gathered together and took the shuttles over to the Event Center.

All throughout the day, I couldn't stop thinking about everything that has happened to me the past couple of days. I couldn't stop thinking about Cynthia. I couldn't stop thinking about the dreams that I had. Well, I had to try to stop thinking about last night's dream because it kept giving me a hard-on like you wouldn't believe. But I was also wondering what my dream the night before meant. Why was I dreaming about cutting up a lizard? What did that mean? And what did it mean for me to fall from the sun burning up like I did? It was all really strange. I didn't really know what to make of it. I tried to push it all away from my stream of consciousness, but I just couldn't. I couldn't concentrate on what I needed to do.

Even the official had to yell at me a couple of times to step down from the scale. I was just staring into space. And the officially literally shook me awake. He grumbled something about not shitting myself when I finally got out on the matt. It was pretty embarrassing. But I really didn't know what else to do. Every time that I consciously willed myself not to think about Cynthia, something would remind me and it would just set me off all over again.

The worst of it came in my first match. I don't know what I was thinking about, but it was in the first period and my opponent and I were locked up. I obviously wasn't paying attention, because next thing I know, he shoots for my left leg. I try to sprawl as quickly as I can, but he lifts up his right leg as he grabs for my arm and pulls me into a fireman. "Two. Takedown." DAMMIT. This guy was not supposed to gain a single point on me. This was a freshman wrestler from Arizona. Coach had let me know about that earlier. Saying something about how they didn't have anyone in the 160 lbs weight division. Dammit I have to concentrate. So I sprawled on my stomach, he overexposed himself trying to go for the cross face. He didn't balance himself correctly, and I just grabbed his arm and rolled him over. Ok, I got the reverse, now to apply pressure. But it wasn't to be. The buzzard went off signaling the end of the first period. As I got up I could hear my coach yelling at me, furious for the two points that I had lost.