Every guy has one wish, one ultimate fantasy, somewhere deep inside his id. The imagination is never short of wild, sexy adventures, but reality seldom measures up.

My fantasy involved a woman named Jewel, and on one incredible day I learned that dreams do come true.

First let me describe myself. I’m going into my sophomore year in college. I have piercing crystal-blue eyes. My hair is thick and sandy brown. My dark brown skin bulges with well-toned muscles and I’m over six feet tall. Although many girls are openly flirtatious with me, only one girl held my affections. Every night I would lie awake consumed with desire for her, knowing I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t try to win her over somehow.

Then one night I couldn’t take it any longer. I climbed out of bed and wrote a letter to Jewel, telling her exactly what I wanted to do with her:

“Dearest Jewel, I’ve been having this fantasy about you —

“It’s the last day of school and it’s so hot outside that I can’t bear to sit in class any longer. I’ve been working up the courage the whole year to make a move on you. I don’t know what it is, maybe the heat, but I can’t resist you. You have on that short red silk skirt with the slit up the side. I can’t help but look at your gorgeous legs. You have on a low-cut black top. The sweat of your breasts glistens through it. Your hair is pulled up. I want your body more than ever. I can’t speak, so I write, ‘I want you.’

“When you see my note, you moisten your lips with your tongue. I smile with expectation. As if to seduce me outright, you bring two fingers to your lips and then run them down through your cleavage. I motion with my head toward the classroom door, and we both ask to be excused.

“When we meet in the hall, you thrust me against the wall. You take my face into your soft hands and start kissing me. Succumbing to the depths of desire, you slide your hand into my pants. Seconds later you pull your hand out, grab my hand, and take me toward the elevator. When the elevator doors close behind us, I pick you up by your sweat-beaded thighs and lift you against the elevator wall. I reach my hand under your shirt and clutch your firm breasts. I hungrily kiss your face and neck. The elevator reaches the ground floor. We leave arm in arm and walk to my car, thrilled with anticipation.

“While I concentrate on the road, knowing that my parents are off on vacation, you sit next to me with a wicked grin on your face. I feel my pants being unzipped. First you slip your tongue underneath my balls. You circle my cock with that tongue, slurping up and down the shaft, over and over. Just as my cock screams for release, you engulf it and suck it hungrily.

“Your teasing tongue makes me feel as if nothing else in the world matters but being inside you. I pull into the driveway, lead you to the kitchen where we rob the fridge, and then head for the pool behind the house. With no one around, we sit and sip champagne. You dip a strawberry into some whipped cream, and an idea pops into my head: ‘When we get upstairs,’ I say, ‘I’m going to cover you from head to toe in that stuff and give you a tongue bath.”

“Underneath my calm exterior I am raging with excitement as you dip your foot in the water and look beckoningly into my eyes. I know I am in for the night of my life.

“You kneel beside the whirlpool and let its foam bubble up between your fingers. You splash the water on your shirt, which outlines your breasts. I want to tear off my clothes. ‘Wait,’ you whisper, ‘me first.’ You begin to strip by discarding the black shirt that clings to your tits, revealing the lacy red bra underneath.

“You hoist your red slitted skirt to reveal your lacy pink panties. You stand up, shimmy to allow them to slip to your ankles, then flip them in my direction with your toe. For the final act of the show, you slip your hands behind your back to undo your bra, but quickly cross your arms over your breasts, to prolong the temptation all the more. After a full minute, you drop your hands and fling the bra at me. Your nipples point to the sky. The desire that has been welling up within you now seems to flow into your fingertips. Closing your eyes, you take my fingers and slide them first to your lips, then down your neck to those pulsing breasts. As I knead your nipples between my fingers, you once again run your tongue across your lips. A wave of excitement flows over me and my lips fly to yours, as if propelled by some unseen force. Our kiss is tender but intense. The embrace seems to last for hours, yet somehow we find our way back into the house and up to my bedroom.

“After we dive beneath the covers, I caress your beautiful body from the bottom up, massaging your toes, your feet, your calves, the inside of your thighs. I nibble on your stomach before approaching your ripened fruits. I move my tongue around each breast in an endless spiral, taking loving little bites of each nipple. Then I kiss my way up to your face and devour your mouth.

“It is now the moment to dip my bulging cock into your eager pussy, but at first I only allow the tip to penetrate. ‘Ohh!’ you cry. ‘Put it all in now!’ I pull my cock out of you and repeat the motion, only allowing the tip to enter. You arch your back, feverishly trying to get me to fill your quivering cunt. I stick my cock in, only halfway, and swivel it around for a few seconds before pulling out once more. ‘Please, I need you inside me so badly, I need your cock right now!’ This desperate plea is the final encouragement I need to fulfill both your fantasy and mine.

“With a good thrust, my aching cock storms into your pussy like a missile aimed at a beautiful cathedral. The waves of pleasure I send cascading through your body are too much for you. You cry out and lock your slender legs behind my back, matching my movements with thrusts of your own. Our bodies flow together like the notes played by a symphony orchestra. Your pussy explodes in orgasm. Juices pour out of you, and you cling to me for dear life.

“You’re feeling pleasure like never before. I too am ablaze with delight and feel ready to explode inside you. I pump harder and harder, faster and faster, the sensations running from my cock all the way through my entire body. Then my prick bursts in an eruption of come, filling your pussy to the brink.

“I awake with your gorgeous body folded in my arms. I squeeze you closer to me and brush back the hair from your angel face. Your eyes slowly open and gaze up at me with adoration.

“Jewel, this is just one of the dreams I wish to live out with you. Maybe someday I will get that chance. Only time and fate will tell.”

I sent Jewel the letter, not really expecting anything to come of it, except the worst. But two days later she showed up in class wearing that red skirt with the slit up the side and a sly, seductive smile on her face. She looked just as I had described her in my letter, just as I had pictured her in my fantasies. When she flashed me an arousing glance, I knew what was to come. That night we lived out everything I had written in my letter to the word — and we did get around to that whipped-cream bath I’d suggested in my letter. Yummy yummy!