Jen awoke suddenly to P!ATD's "Lying..." playing on her lime-green Ipod. Slowly, she sat up and shut it off. She hated her brain for waking up during her ultimate fantasy. She was happy, though. She would get a chance to see Brandon later on, just not backstage.

 

Letting out a sigh and biting her lip, she got off her bed, got dressed, and headed toward the bay windows of her Jersey Shore beach house. As she opened them, a nice, warm breeze hit her face. She walked to the railing, looking out at the few people who started populating the beach.

 

Then, she saw him. A gorgeous dark eyed, dark haired man, standing right below her balcony. Her eyes were fixated on his lime-green speedo and the large endowment that came with it.

 

Down on the beach, Brandon Urie stood poised as his fellow band mate, Ryan Ross, talked. Half listening, Brandon scanned the numerous beach houses along the shore. He stopped short when he laid his eyes on the most beautiful women he's ever seen. Her soft, dark hair blew in the wind. Her body was perfectly curved. All Brandon could do was let his mind wonder eagerly of things he could do for her and what she could do in return. She stared down at him, and his speedo felt tighter as both their eyes melt into each others.

 

Jen couldn't believe it. Her own ultimate fantasy, right underneath her. Closing her eyes, she imagined Brandon laying in her bed, teasing her, making her crazy...

 

When she slowly opened her eyes, he was gone. Damn it, she sneered.

 

Jen walked back inside and sat on her bed. Her thoughts returned....

 

Her thoughts were interrupted with a knock on her door. She collected herself and went to answer. She was met by two soft, brown eyes. As her lips parted to speak, words barely escaped when two other lips came crashing down on hers. She felt herself stepping back toward her bed.

 

Moments later, she was laying down, breathless, staring up at Brandon Urie. "W...W...W...wow," she heaved softly. She watched as Brandon pushed his sweaty hair from his face and looked at her. Jen smiled. She felt the urge to pinch herself to see she was not dreaming. Before that happened, Brandon bent down and nibbled her skin above her perky breasts. Moaning his name, Jen knew it wasn't a dream. Brandon raised his head. His eyes were innocent and at the same time, filled with burning desire for jen. That look drove her wild.

 

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The whole afternoon has been everything Jen dreamed about. She turned around on her side, looking at Brandon laying there, his chest moving up and down slowly as he breathed. Both of them were silenced, but knew what each were thinking....