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Dreams..I wish they were true	By : StacieAnn Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 8487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Daria. If I did she would be a little more outgoing. I like people who say what they think.

~Daria’s Dream~

I can’t believe that I’m having this dream again. It’s bad enough that I have this dream, but to have this particular dream while at HIS house. It just isn’t fair. But I guess that if life were fair, I’d already be out and about instead of a prisoner to Lawndale High. Oh well might as well enjoy it while I’m here.

Jane and I were badmouthing Trent’s band when Trent slinked by.

“I heard that Daria, “ Trent whispers into my ear. Needless to say I blush.

“Is that the blushing Barbie or does Daria have a crush on my brother?”

I just blush even more and tell Jane to shut up or I’ll blackmail to to go out with upchuck. What surprises me is that she hesitates before she capitulates. Now I see her blushing. This is odd. I begin to question her about it when a red corvette drives up outside the club and Charles asks Jane if she wants a ride home. Emphasis on the ride. Ewww. I shudder, but Jane without a word she nods her head and gets in the chuck wagon. Pleading me with her eyes to understand and somehow get myself home. Great. She is so going to owe me.

Trent creeps up behind me and says “I hope Jane knows what she’s doing.”

“This is Jane we’re talking about here.”

“Oh, right,” he smirks ‘ you need a ride home Daria?”

Is it just me or did I just here the same connotation on ride that Charles put on it but this time it’s coming from my one and only crush. It must have been just me because Trent just looks at me quizzically when I don’t answer promptly.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, the guys are loading up the van, so it will be a few hours. Depending on when they actually start to load up and how many breaks we decide to take.”

“I guess I’ll just use the facilities then.”

“Facilities?”

“Yeah, those things that hold toilets and wash basins for the general public.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Be back in a few minutes.”

“K.”

~Normal POV~

Daria leaves the room to use the facilities. One of Trent’s band members walks up and says that he hoped Daria wasn’t going to use the johns because the owner turned off the power to save a little bit of cash. Trent’s eyes open a little more and he walks a little faster in the general direction of the restrooms. Trent nears the restroom doors and calls out Daria’s name.

“Daria?”

No answer.

Meanwhile… in Daria’s section of the restroom, she mumbles to herself what a ninny she’s being with Trent. She’s so busy mocking herself that she doesn’t even hear Trent trying to get her attention. At this point Daria’s panties are down and the skirt is up as she’s in the position to use the facility but she’s too busy mocking herself to put any effort into it.

Outside with Trent.

“Daria, (a little louder than last time) can you hear me?”

‘Of course she can’t hear you, she’s probably engaging in some bodily function, whoa buddy best not to go in that direction. Just open the door slightly and see if she can hear you from there.’

Trent opens the door slightly and repeats Daria’s name, hoping for some kind of response. None is given. Trent walks into the restroom closing the door behind him.

“Daria?”

Daria can now hear Trent calling her name in the restroom. But thinking that it’s all in her head anyway, she refuses to respond to a mere thought.

Trent starts to get a little worried by this point and starts to open all of the stall doors, looking for Daria.

~Daria‘s POV~

“Daria, are you in here? Max says that the restrooms aren’t working because the owner’s cheap so don’t flush or try to use the water okay?”

As thoughts go this is not what I would have my imaginary Trent say. It’s just too embarrassing. At this point the door to Daria’s stall is jiggled.

“Hey, someone is in here, as unlikely as it would seem. With the door locked and all.”

“Oh, hey Daria, how come you didn’t answer when I called for you?”

Oh, damn, He did actually tell me not to use the facilities. Think. Damn you think.

“I, uh..Didn’t hear you.”

“Alright, well don’t use the water or flush the owner’s going principal Lee-ish trying to save money any which way he can.”

“Hey, Trent?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’m almost done in here anyway. Just let me collect my bearings.”

“K”

I collect her things but on a wild thought takes off my panties and stuff them into my bag. Thinking that no one would know the difference anyway. And it’s just another tiny way to become a little more intimate with Trent. I walk out the stall door. And because I’m looking at the ground instead of at Trent I trip right over Trent and lo’ and behold Trent finds out my little secret.

“Wow. Daria I didn’t know that you were a natural brunette.” Something said to brighten the mood in the room.

“Yeah, I uh had feminine things. Ya know?”

“I didn’t need that many details Daria. But if you insist I don’t think that it’s your time of the month at all. I’ve seen you at your time of the month remember?”

I look at him blankly.

“You slept over at our house a while back and had to borrow some stuffd und unless I miss my guess between then and now is a little too soon to be getting the monthly visitor. So what really happened?”

“I, uh.”

“Were you just hoping to get a little closer to me by rubbing your uncovered pussy against me on the ride home.”

‘There’s that damn connotation again and he said pussy in my presence. I might as well go along with this scenario, nothing too terrible could come of it right?’

“Yeah, Trent I just couldn’t wait to rub my trembling nether lips against your taught bod.”

“Really?”

“Uh, no not really. Actually, Trent I just got a little wet down there from being so near you and all.”

“ I kind of thought so.”

‘Now I really look at him with consternation. How could he know that? He doesn’t seem to be having any problem what so ever in getting over this knowledge. He backs me up against the door and kisses me. Oh what I wouldn’t give to live the rest of my life like this. He doesn’t seem to mind either and puts a little more into his kiss. Oh dear lord I think I found my religion, it’s called Trentism. It’s where I worship Trent from dawn to dusk.’

‘Trent’s not the only one getting his grove on here. I try to put my arms around his shoulders to bring us closer in contact, but apparently he’s going e the the one in charge today. Trent grabs my arms and turns me around to place my hands flat against the door to the restroom; effectively allowing no one entry into our domain. Things go a little quick from here. I hear Trent lowering his zipper and am glad to hear the sound. I imagine his boxers being lowered at the same time as his pants. I want to turn around and worship him, but his hold tightens on me.’

‘I feel a slight breeze around my waist and realize that Trent has lifted the hem of my skirt to reveal my white as the moon derriere. I guess he might have been a butt-man for all the attention he paid to that particular area. Eons later, it seems, Trent parts my globes to reveal my rose and petals. Trent backs up a few steps, never releasing his hold on me so I tend to follow where I am led. I am now slight bent at the waist with Trent covering my backside like a long coat.’

‘He uses his free hand to play with my nether lips. Making sure I was ready for his invasion. My lips part and his probe now lays at the start of me. I’m moaning anything and everything to get him to become a part of me. Trent puts a little more pressure down under, then a little more..a little more..’

~ End of Dream~

‘Damn Damn Damn. I hate that I cannot even finish my dream. I wonder if I stop there because I have not gone past that point with anyone. Now I am wet and unsatisfied at the Lane house. Good going Daria. I open the bedroom door and walk down the hall to the kitchen for a very cold glass of water. Good to see that my luck is holding up. I see that Trent is also up and about the kitchen. I think that he looks a little clueless to see that there is no actual food in the kitchen. He notices me after he shuts the refrigerator in befuddlement.’

“Guess I forgot to go down to the store for supplies.”

“Looks like it.”

“Hey Daria.”

“Hey.”

“You hungry too?”

“I could eat.”

“Cool. You wanna go on a ride to the store with me?”

“At this hour, why not.” Damn that connotation. But I go anyway. Hope for the eternal I guess.
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