Does it feels great

After breakfast, Stacy excused herself and went to have a good nap. Raising the money to further her education caused her to work at a factory and it took all her energy so now she was regaining them back.

Stacy speaks to her family two times a day, in the morning and at night before going to bed. While sleeping, she suddenly saw Xander embracing her, he kissed her cheek and carried her by her buttocks as he hugged her. "Thank you, Stacy, I've never been this happy in my life. Please promise you wouldn't leave me"

Stacy laughed and cupped his cheeks, she was about to reply but she woke up with a gasp. Why would she dream of Xander? She looked out the window to see it was night. Night? Did she sleep for that long?

Oh no! She hasn't prepared lunch or dinner for Xander. He must be starving. She ran out of bed and then to the kitchen. She made dinner and served them on the table before going to call Xander.

'Promise you wouldn't leave me' those words from her dream echoed in her mind. 'I've never been this happy in my life' she stared at the door to his room. Xander was mysterious, Yes. A loner but why was he so alone? She remembered Mr Hall's words. He prefers to hurt himself than to hurt others. There was something she definitely didn't know about Xander and his awkward loneliness.

Stacy needed to find out. Why? The dream told her how much Xander appreciated her presence in his life even if it has only been a short while but he couldn't say it may be to avoid something from happening but what was that? She eventually knocked.

Without waiting for a reply she opened the door and went in, he wasn't in his room, she went to the bathroom. Only to see him wearing his T-shirt and his unbuttoned and unzipped trouser.

Stacy went forward and helped him out. When his shirt was on, she pushed him to the wall. "I had a dream about you," she told him.

Xander wasn't surprised, sometimes he appears in people's dreams when he wanted to tell them something he couldn't say. Just like Mr Hall. Not himself really, his real self which he was always aware of.

"And you like my presence in your life right?" She asked. Her gaze fell on his unzipped trouser and then, she drifted her gaze back to his face.

Xander pushed her off but she pulled back. "What is it?" He frowned.

Stacy gave him a stern look and leaned closer, she took her hand and went it under his T-shirt. Her hand beheld his abs and she subconsciously rubbed her hand on him.

Xander was suffused by different feelings. Feelings of want and no want. He battled with himself, she should stop seducing him now or she'd get it from him. From his real self.

"Does it feel great?" She asked, studying his reaction but he was very good at hiding his expression, he showed no expression about her strokes and then, she trailed her hand into his waistband and down into his trouser.

She held his gaze with hers as she tried to excite him and activate his groin. She would surely succeed this time once she touch him. Her hand landed on his cock and then she move her fingers to his rod side.

Xander couldn't believe she could do that to him. What type of girl was she? He tried to look into her eyes but she also didn't like what she was doing. What's she trying to prove?

Xander wasn't moved by her actions because what she was doing wasn't from her heart, he could tell that through her gaze locked with his. She kissed him yesterday without planning to and because she didn't know why. In the pool too, she did that from the heart so he was moved but now, it was an act of wickedness. She was deliberately seducing him and he didn't want that.

Stacy played with his penis and saw no success, she pressed, and rake the head with her fingers but it never turned on. Her brows creased as she stared at him.

Xander took her hand and pull it out. "Good job, Stacy" he uttered. "So, any progress?" He asked very annoyed and was glad to see her confused gaze.

"How come?"

"Go away" he used his hand to push her off the way.

"Xander. . ." She followed him out still shocked, her hand didn't turn him on, that was crazy and odd. It worked every time she tried it on a man she wants to punish.

"You cooked?" He asked heading to the dining room.

"Wait Xander" she called out. He stopped.

"It's weird, right? That I wasn't turned on" He threw her that look of disapproval and hurt which wasn't so visible.

Stacy suddenly felt bad, "I'm sorry" she knew what she did, he expressed how happy he was through her dreams and she planned to arouse him to prove herself right even when she knew she wouldn't offer her body if he does get aroused. It was an act of wickedness. And, he didn't ask for it. She just went on to do so. Why? Why did she do that? Stacy regretted what she did when she saw that look in his eyes. They were fine this morning, he finally smiled at her but she ruin it with her hands. "Xander. . ." She reached to touch his hand but he averted it and looked away. This time, she pissed him off.

"No, it's your job anyway, keep doing that. Maybe one day you'll turn me on" he spoke and left her sight. Stacy lowered her head feeling bad.

Xander went out instead and the next moment he was on the hill to view the sky well. He will always be alone and no one would ever understand him. For once he thought Stacy was different but he thought wrong, she was just like his Mom and every other female species out there.

Xander wanted to get angry at her and yell to the sky to express how frustrated he was but he didn't, it was useless anyway, even the universe vexes him too.