This story comes after Antonia: Part One, so you might want to read that before reading this. Unless you're under eighteen, which means it's illegal for you to read this story and Antonia: Part One, because the stories are about things that can only legally be done by someone over the age of 18. No, I'm not talking about voting.
I couldn't get the scene of me and Antonia making love out of my head. I knew it was just a dream, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. It seemed like more than just a dream to me. I had to go find Antonia and talk to her.
I pulled out the old school directory (I was too lazy to throw it out) and looked up Antonia's address. Not too far away from me. In fact, she lived nearby the local swimming pool. The pool...I wondered if it could possibly be a coincidence.
I drove on over to her house and got out of the car. The door was open, so I walked in. That's when I heard an unmistakable sound: Antonia grunting and panting. Either she was masturbating, or she was having a constipation problem.
I followed the sound and found Antonia on her bed, naked. Her right hand was furiously rubbing her pussy, while her left hand was squeezing her breasts.
She gasped and looked at me. Then she grinned and closer her eyes and starting rubbing even harder.
I figured Antonia felt it was a major turn on to be masturbating in front of me. I also figured it would be a major turn on to masturbate in front of her. I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the ground. Then I pushed my underwear down and gripped my now-firm penis.
Antonia was watching me now, focusing on penis like it was a million dollar check for her. I decided to put on a show for her.
I made an upside-down A-okay sign with my hand, and ran the circular part past the head of my penis and down to the root, where I fondled my testes. I never fondle my testes on my own, but I knew she'd enjoy it.
Antonia had both hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples. I realized that she was putting on a show for me, too. As she rolled her breasts together, I decided to outdo her, and removed my hand.
I carefully placed the tip of my thumb underneath the head of my penis, and ran it down the shaft, going along the big blood vessel there. I did this slowly, teasingly.
Antonia snaked a hand down to her pussy, and brushed her fingers through her hair, following the outline of her pussy lips.
I removed my hand and replaced it with my second finger, which I ran down my penis in the exact same way. Then I did it with my third finger, then my fourth, and then my fifth, that one being the slowest of all.
Antonia slowly inched her hand inside her pussy.
I began to knead the head of my penis with my thumb and forefinger, running them both in opposite directions around the crown.
Antonia lost control at this moment, and started pumping furiously, disrupting our game of teasing slowness. That brought me over the edge of control as well, and I started pumping my hand up and down my shaft.
I pumped faster and faster, urging orgasm to come. Antonia was doing the same.
I came seconds after she did. For a moment, we just basked in the afterglow. Then she got up and handed me a towel.
"Thanks," I grinned. She smiled back at me. I pulled my pants back up and wiped off my semen from the floor as she put her clothes back on again.
"Where do I put it?" I asked.
"Just throw it in the clothes basket," she said, putting on a shirt. I found the clothes basket and put the towel inside. Then I turned around to look at Antonia. By that time, both of us were fully clothed again.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I...had a dream about you last night," I said.
Her eyebrows raised, and she smiled at me again. "I had a dream about you, too."
"Is that..." I said, "Is that why you were-?"
"Yes," she said simply. "Yes, that's why."
For a moment we just stared at each other.
"I think I love you," I said.
"I think so, too," she said. "But I'm not sure."
She walked over to the window, opened it, and looked outside. "We have the same dream about each other...the same Garden of Eden...is it fate? Is it destiny? Is it some strange coincidence? Or am I still dreaming?"
"I don't know," I said. I walked up to her and ran my fingers down her cheek. "Can you feel my fingers?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"You can't feel something when you're sleeping," I said. "If you can feel my fingers, then you're not dreaming."
She turned her head to face me. Tears were falling down her face.
"Thank goodness," she whispered.
Then we kissed for the first time.
End, Part Two