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Chapter LXXXIII – The Object of my Affection (based on Love Diary No. 78, Charlton, May 1972)

Her name was Carla Walsh. The most beautiful woman in the entire world. The woman that was the pefect sweetheart for anyone who put her eyes on her. The kind of lady you want to marry and spend the rest of your life with and raise a big, happy family.
I must be going too over the top on describing her, but when I was in high school, she was the girl every girl wanted to be. Carla wasn’t the most popular of them all, but it was the cutest of them and her smile lured every guy on the corner to fall in love with her. And she had a very special grace on her that added anything that could make young men drool like they saw the movie star they liked.
And you could not believe how she was the source of envy of every woman around. The girls didn’t stop making comments on her, on how she was ‘too much good’ for the guys or that she was ‘not the one people think’. Usually, it was just regular envy of women that do not want to see someone take the ‘queen bee’ status but nothing that could be harmful.
I know you are thinking that I am going to talk about how I scored her. But you are totally wrong: I never had any kind of sexual relationship with her, none at all. And then you will ask why the heck I am telling you a story about a girl I did not fucked, and I will have to answer you: nostalgia about my young days at Fort Wayne, my old high school, my friends and the girls that I met.
I never was the kind of guy who had too many girlfriends during my youth, only two or three. And unfortunately Carla wasn’t one of them. She was too much for me, the kind of girl I would never get, being on a different universe of hers, being Carla the girl everyone talked about and me, just one of the dozens of the ones that cannot fit any clique (not even the ‘loser’ one), just trying to do my job and making friendships as the days went by.
It didn’t mean that I never exchanged words with her. We talked a few times, mostly just silly teenage talk, but I always balked when I had the chance to call her on a date. I wasn’t the only one, even the popular ones balked sometimes to date a girl that was ‘too perfect’ for the ‘alpha dogs’ of the school. The lucky ones that managed to lure her on a date were the darn lucky bastard ones… that’s for sure.
So how a sexual story about someone that the storyteller never had sex could be done? Well, that’s why we have imagination and tons of lonely nights to think about it. She was the object of my dearest affection and the woman who lived at my most romantic dreams and the kinky ones as well. In my mind, only Carla Walsh was able to make me happy and forget the troublesome days of my life.
During long showers and nights of insomnia I still remember fondly of the dreams I had with her. And during them, I celebrate the nostalgia of my youth through several sessions of self-gratification. There is no time when I am alone at home and Carla comes into my mind that my dick doesn’t get hard and I have to pay her honors with masturbation.
Well, right know I am very hard while I remember all the dreams and fantasies I had with her. One of my favorite was a dream that she took me to the backdoor of the school, took of my pants and gave me an awesome blowjob, out from nowhere. She didn’t said anything in the dream other than praising my cock and sucking it and I had just to enjoy her sucking before I came inside her mouth with my load.
Every time I remember that, I jerk off just I am doing it right now, moaning while my mind revisits that dream and many others, as I dreamed another day that we were fucking at the school’s gym at late night. Carla with her arms wrapped around my body and me pushing myself to stick my thing inside her. And she moaned and moaned, knowing no one would be there to get us into it.
Ohhh… pleasant dreams of delight! My insomniac nights aren’t the same when I dream about Carla… when I imagine her body naked, dancing lusciously for me and only for me to enjoy. Then she touches my cock and jerks it off for me, as she whispers how much she desires me and that I am the only man for her. Then she sucks my dick and shows me all of her mouthful skills and smiles with those wickedly innocent eyes at me, as I moan with pleasure at each turn of her tongue on my dick.
I dream also of eating her pussy, licking her from top to bottom, head to toe, until finding the gorgeous scent of female genitalia, only for me to savor and smell, as I bring Carla to her knees with my mouth giving her all the pleasure she needs to enjoy an wonderful day of pleasure before I get to fuck her.
And in my dreams, how I fuck her! I do her in every way possible, from regular missionary to every position I know from Kama Sutra. I saw her moan, scream, ask and beg for more as my dreams went as wetter as they could be, where I did her at her pussy and ass, wanting and wishing more of my dick, day and night, night and day until we get into an orgasm.
And… oh my God! I think I just came by thinking about that… She is unbelievable… never met Carla again and she still makes me cum. Too bad I am still single but still good because some day, I might make me dreams come true. And who knows if this story becomes something real a next time…
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