Okay.. just warning you. This story will probably go a lot slower than My Favorite Mistake. That one came out in a rush and I knew most of where I was going before I went there. I typed 25 pages in one night… that’s not gonna happen with this one. I have work early this week and I do my writing at night/early morning. Going to bed at 5 or 6 is bad when you have to be at work for 8. So I just ask that you be patient, its coming.

This part is for Cheshyre, my Co-Queen in Slackerville, and for Mandy, who needed a Jeff fix… and Gin and Casey.. who I have a feeling will appreciate Jeff too.

This is a sequel to My Favorite Mistake, if you need to read it, it can be found at:

https://www.angelfire.com/ma2/bacongrille/MyFavoriteMistake.doc if you have trouble with that one, you can tough it out the hard way at: https://www.angelfire.com/ma2/bacongrille/MyFavoriteMistake.htm.

There will be a character to come later in this story, her name is Janna. She is Jeff’s twin sister. If you are interested in reading the short story I wrote about her you can go to: https://www.angelfire.com/ma2/bacongrille/Affirmation.doc if you have trouble with that one, you can tough it out the hard way at: https://www.angelfire.com/ma2/bacongrille/Affirmation.htm.

If none of these work for you, e-mail me or leave me a message and I will send them to you.

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Hi, its Racey again. Remember me? I think you should know what all this writing has caused to happen. I hope you’re still interested, I think you’re all the sanity I have left.

While Robert got my babies up and ready for school, I slept. I had been up all night, after all, talking to myself and writing down my deepest secrets and thoughts. I left them in girls’ room. I know now, this was a mistake, but more on that later. I want to start this off on a happy note. I simply must tell you about the dream I had!

That night, after writing, I crept into bed and snuggled deep into the covers. I think this might have been another reason Robert did what he did. I usually cuddle with him before I drift to sleep. That night it didn’t feel right. But I said I wanted to start off happy! Forgive me.

Is it conceited to just want to hug yourself? That’s what this dream makes me want to do. I think seeing the boys after all these years started it. I think continuing to spend all night writing about it made it more intense. Constantly asking myself, "what is a Daddy" combined with the other factors caused me to dream about Jeff Hardy. Bear with me, this might not make much sense. But really, what dreams do? Remember I said that, by the way. I think I will try to fill in the gaps as I go.

He stood in front of me, panting and out of breath. I think he was running, maybe he had been wrestling, he looked to be sweating. He was VERY sexy. Short strands of light blond hair clung to the sides of his face. The rest of his long blond hair was pulled into a tight pony tail at the back of his head, he had a five o’clock shadow. (I much preferred this to the facial hair I saw him sporting that night!) He grinned his cocky grin at me. He knew I wanted him, so he stalked me. I would move to the right, he moved to my right, I moved a step back, he took a step forward towards me. He licked his lips and his eyes grazed my body up and down. He looked up and his eyes met mine, they sparkled a dazzling green. I reached to touch his face and he moved away, his grin widening.

He whispered to me huskily. "Tell me what you want baby."

I shook my head. "I-I can’t." I bashfully whispered back. It was an odd request, but he knew my fascination.

He cocked his head to the side and cocked an eyebrow. "Then I can’t give it to you."

I whimpered, he knew just how to drive me crazy. "Y-your hair, baby."

He smiled again. "What about it?" he teased as he pulled the end around in front of him. He stroked the pony tail, in its strict shape. When I couldn’t finish what I meant, he lowered his lashes and looked up at me from beneath them. Coy. That’s what he was, and I adored it. "Hmm? What about my hair?" He tossed it back over his shoulder and I whimpered at the loss of seeing it.

"I-I want to see it," I thought I was being brave.

"Oh, hmm," he remarked before turning and presenting me with the back of his head. He waited there, not moving. I raised my hand, I wanted to stroke it and feel it in my fingers. But that was skipping a step. I knew the rules, but I just had to reach for it anyway. He spun around and caught me. He shook his head and made a tsk sound with his mouth. "Now, now, you saw it. Was there anything else?"

"Down." One word, that’s all I could manage.

"What about down?" He feigned confusion. Teasing Bastard.

"I w-want to see it down," I confessed and his mouth again broke out in a grin, he cocked an eyebrow, still waiting. I blushed and finished the request. "Please?"

I knew what he was going to say before he said it. "Please what?"

I groaned in frustration and fell against the wall, leaning my shoulder against it. My fingers and palms itched to bury themselves in his hair. He saw my distress, I think it amused him. He reached back and pulled the soft black tie from his hair. My eyes followed the pony tail’s movements and I unconsciously licked my lips. He shook his head and his hair fell around his shoulders. I needed more… he stepped back and swung his head forward, ran his fingers through it, fluffing it out and he rocked backwards, the hair falling in poufs. I clenched and unclenched my fists, not yet, not yet… he tossed his head and a section of hair, dark at the roots, slightly colored but mostly blond, fell over his left eye.

Now.. I took a step forward and brought my right hand up to his face, I slid my fingers against his face then pushed the section of hair back from his eyes. In one movement he advanced towards me, wrapped his arms around me, lifting me as he dipped his head to kiss me. I whimpered against his lips as his tongue teased every corner of my mouth. He pushed me against the cool wall and leaning into me to keep me there, he wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me, walking, the erection in his pants pushing against my belly as he carried me like this to the stairs. He held on around my waist and I squeezed him between my legs. He groaned and mounted the stairs. His strength amazed me. We climbed the steep stairway to our bedroom and he lifted a foot to kick the door in. It hit the wall with a thud and we winced at the noise.

"That’s going to leave a mark," he teased. "As am I." And with that statement his lips attached to my neck and he kissed and sucked deep and hard. He knelt on the overly large, soft bed and gently placed my back down flat against it, his body never leaving contact with mine, his lips never detaching from my neck.

I don’t recall how our clothes came off, but suddenly we were naked. I recall looking up and seeing his gorgeous, bare ass clenching and unclenching as he humped me. He didn’t enter, no not yet, he just rubbed against me, pressing against me, driving me absolutely insane. And I had a bedside view, I knew he installed that mirror for a reason. He knew I was watching and he used this as more fodder for teasing me.

"Are you watching us, baby? Like to see us naked and writhing together? Do you like to watch yourself go from a little innocent to a panting sweaty mass of quivering flesh?" He ground into me and I gasped, his words and movements exciting me into moving below him. "That’s it, be my little wanton girl."

I moaned and spread my legs, all sense of dignity evaporating will the last of my self control at the assault to my senses. I practically screamed as I writhed against him. "Take me, Jeff! Please! Take me now. I need you now."

He growled and positioned himself between my legs. "Here Racey? You want me inside of you, here? Now?" My only response was more panting as I tried to meet him halfway. He pushed my body back down to the bed. "Beg me, Racey."

My eyes rolled back in my head and I bit my lip as the words incite orgasm deep within me. Not yet, I scold myself. Beg the man, you know you want to. "Please Jeff," I couldn’t get more words out.

"Please what, Racey. Beg."

I whimpered, writhing beneath him, wanting to prolong the sweet torture and wanting it to end. "Fuck me, Jeff, please fuck me GAWD Jeff I need it, please. Fuck my pussy."

He smiled and his tongue played along the side of my face against my ear, he whispered to me, "good girl," as he reared back and entered me hard. My nails dug into his back and I cried out at being filled so full, so completely, so quickly.

He stilled and let me get used to his size. When I was ready I buried my fingers in his hair and began moving against him. "Fuck me, Jeff, please, while I watch."

His eyes met mine before rolling them upward towards the mirror. "Watch me tease you, watch me please you." He rhymed easily. He began moving inside of me, agonizingly slow. He would entice me with questions. "Faster?" I would nod. "Beg me," would be his response. I lost all control of myself and found myself promising him all sorts of wicked fantasies as he drove into me deeper, harder and faster with every thrust. Each time I wanted to come, I think it had been three in all, he made me ask for them. This pausing, bantering and teasing made my climaxes stronger. Before my last one he told me to get ready. He wasn’t kidding. He thrust against me and lifted me from the bed, his ass clenched as his brows drew together in concentration. When he exploded I felt as if I were knocked back to bed with the impact. He collapsed on top of me and slowly pulled his cock out, sliding to my side to diffuse his weight. I looked over to him, about to say something….

And then I woke up; wet, with my fingers between my legs.

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<center>To be continued.. of course.</center>