Be Careful What You Wish For.

                                    

                                          
Michael's P.O.V.
                          
I watched as her door clicked shut, what did she just say? Did she just admit to me she still has her virginity also? But...how? 
                          
She had a relationship with Jason. Surely she would have lost it to him.
...right? Ugh she speaks in riddles! I have to quiz her about this, she got an answer from me, I must get one out of her. 
                          
After all this thinking I hadn't realised I was still stood in my doorway, staring into the plummeting darkness of the dingy hallway ahead, I retreated back into the safety of my bedroom and got undressed into my pyjamas ready for bed.
                          
I climbed in and flicked off the bright light, I always kept a little lamp on at night at the other side of the room, the warm glow reminded me of being on stage, where I felt most comfortable, where I belonged. 
                          
My mind drifted away into the diegetic world, trying to piece together how she was still a virgin.
                          
The thoughts of the nights earlier events made an appearance in my thoughts, the images of her unzipping my pants made a comeback, I let my imagination carry on the scenario, letting it create images of what could have happened if I didn't interrupt her business, I felt a tingle down my spine, the vivid images my vast imagination was creating was startling, I didn't realise my mind was capable of thinking about things like this, the more I thought about it the more I enjoyed the imaginary scene, and the more I wanted it to be real.
                          
These images were driving me crazy, making me feel more lustful than ever before, I tried to ignore the erection that was growing below by curling into a ball, but it was no use, the erotic images didn't want to leave my mind, my body was crying out for her touch. 
                          
I squeezed my eyes shut, and started to hum a melody, I had to make the images go away before I gave into them and did something I would regret. 
                          
I buried my face into the feathery pillow and continued to hum, it paid off in the end as I slipped into a dark world where I became I dreamer.