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Dreams Ch. 01

By: Farmerboy



It was getting to be a routine. She would finish reading, turn out the light and go straight to sleep. No conversation, in case we broach the forbidden subject which used to have us arguing almost every night. How long had it been? Two or three months. It felt like twelve. And never an explanation. She lay there with her back to me as I stared at the ceiling. Lying in the dark, in my own house, with my own wife, my erection straining against the bed sheets, unsatisfied again. 

Jerking off just wasn't the same, although it had its benefits. I could imagine anything I wanted. This was my release, my salvation. Lorie never featured in my daydreams. Her coldness, distance and unfortunate ineptitude in bed couldn't be part of my private thoughts. Instead, I conjured up amazing, fantastic, sexy women. Over the weeks and months, they became characters with their own desires - for me, of course - staggering libidos, riotously inventive sexual imaginations, and endless stamina. They could go for as long as I needed them. 

My dreams started in the last few hours at work. I would never masturbate there - a fantasy with one of my girls followed by the dull reality of my desk and computer just wouldn't do. I would build up the fantasy over a couple of hours, alone in my white-walled cubicle at headquarters, half my brain on the stock market and the other half constructing elaborate plots, characters, encounters... Then, when I got home, I would adapt the plot to suit my mood and, when Lorie fell asleep, slowly bring myself to an orgasm while the whole private movie played out in my head. 

It worked, after a fashion. It got me off. But it was a lonely way to come, made more lonely by the presence of an attractive girl in bed next to me. But was she was always "tired" - I knew that to be a lie. Perhaps she was fucking someone else. Whatever, man. This marriage is going nowhere and as soon I can, I'll leave and fuck my way through the young beauties in the office. But for now, I'm limited to my left hand and my over-active imagination.

Tonight's dream has been building up since about 3pm. It's one of my best, an adaptation of a recurring theme. I love this one, and especially love playing around with it. There's so much latitude. I should write for the screen, or pen an erotic book. I'm a genius, in my own mind.

You see, I like the idea of being obliged by some powerful force to perform sexual acts with huge numbers of girls, one after the other. I've imagined it a thousand ways, and made the girls available in any number of highly original fashions, but tonight's is my favourite so far. Is Lorie asleep? Her breathing's slow and regular. Its been about 20 minutes since she turned the light off. Guess so. My Time now.

Part 2

"Welcome, Initiate," says the familiar voice. Its always the same voice, a lot like Carrie-Anne Moss from The Matrix. Sexy but inaccessible. Lewd but professional. Tempting but overwhelmingly powerful. Not a girl to be trifled with. "Your task tonight is simple. If you are successful you will be granted access to further levels. Prepare for embarkation." 

Why not give myself a nice entry into this little fantasy of mine? I am standing at the doors to a large, expensive hotel. It is dark but I'm in a huge, bright city with a glimmering, neon skyline. I'm the only one there. A car glides into the circle, stops and waits for me. Its something between a limo and a sports car, straight from the high-end dealership of my mind. Black exterior, leather upholstery, all the gadgets. A bar in the back. I get in, relax into the soft leather and pour a drink - Highland Park single malt scotch. I light a Cuban cigar laced with MDMA. This is the way to travel.

The city is alive, but only as much as I want it to be. I watch it slide past the tinted glass of the windows, detached and only vaguely cognisant of its existence. I'm concentrating more on the pungent, pleasant sensations of the scotch. I guess Carrie-Anne is driving. She doesn't say anything. The ride is smooth and fast, because there is no traffic. I didn't want any.

We arrive as I finish my drink, of course. The door opens and it is bright outside. The start of a new day, I guess about 9am. I'm at the gate of a large high school campus. It is a beautiful day and the lawns are have a lush green shine beneath broad, leaning willow trees. A path leads from the gate to a big, modern building with a curved reception hall and broad, single-pane windows. I walk over. The sun is nice on my skin. I've changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Just because I can, I sit in the sunshine on the steps of the building and light a joint. It feels good to smoke up in a school. I blow rings at the flag on the mast, occulting the image, then blow out a small replica of the flag in smoke. It eclipses the original and vanishes. I give my joint to a passing hippy. He smiles and walks on, headphones hissing with fine tunes. A pretty girl on a skateboard passes me and she smiles too. Everyone likes me here.

Inside the building, I walk up to reception. There's nobody else waiting. Carrie-Anne is there in her black leather. Damn, she's fine. I kind of hope she's part of the assignment, but I'm intimidated too. "No chance," she says. "I'd eat you alive." We laugh together. She pours me a cup of really cold water. Its nice. 

"So, what am I doing here?" As she moves to the computer, her leather becomes transparent from very precisely defined angles, so I can see the tiniest glimpses of her totally naked. Nice touch.

"You're assigned to the History class, seventy-second floor, room A. Do you like history?" 

I smile at her. "One of my favourites." I finish my water and it refills by itself. 

"This is a new class for you. All girls, all 18-19. Your assignment, as I said before, is simple. Kiss every girl in the class. Like you mean it. I'll see you back here for brunch when you've finished. Enjoy yourself."

She disappears. I finish my water again and walk over to the elevators. There are no buttons, because I'm the only one here. The doors swish open, I walk in, the doors swish closed and we're ascending, but I can't feel it. I get vertigo, you see, and there's no place for that here. The elevator has windows on every side so that I can gaze out over the campus. It is huge. Behind the building I'm ascending there is a large, clear lake with pavilions and walkways. There's a park with trees and a big, colourful roundabout. There are cycling tracks and an open-air theatre. I can see a traditional white bandstand, like when I was a kid. Maybe I'll go and catch a gig there later. 

The doors open. I like marble halls, so this one's a light green space with three corridors emerging from the elevator exit. Room A is down the central corridor. Big windows on all sides let in the sunlight, with a lovely blue tinge. We're high up. Oh yeah, another joint, just for the walk to the classroom. I feel fantastic here. I pass a large, wood-panelled room, which is the library. Its very quiet but there is a hint of the wind from outside, which is gentle and soothing. My feet make a confidently light tap on the marble. It echoes just slightly. The place feels like quality. Room A is just here.

Now for my favourite part. The lecturer is in the middle of something, but recognises me and isn't disturbed by my entrance. It is a medium-sized classroom, with the desks laid out in rows. The girls are attentive to the lecture and there is no reaction to my arrival. I walk down one of the rows and sit at the back for a while, smoking my joint and listening. It is fascinating. I observe the girls, some of whom are writing notes, others just watching and listening. The lecturer is using a hyper-technology display which reacts to her thoughts, displaying the key words and ideas as pictures, idea-graphs, mind-maps and symbols. I'm learning a lot. I finish my joint and it disappears. 

Standing, I decide how I will complete my mission. I'm getting hungry and I'm looking forward to brunch with Carrie-Anne. Let's take our time, at first. There are twenty-two girls in the class and they're all spectacularly pretty. I stand behind one of the girls at the back of the class, a luscious brunette with long, flowing hair, and put my arms around her. She leans back into me, closing her eyes. I stroke her neck and glide my fingers down her breasts. I can feel her arousal. Stepping around her, I turn and kiss her. She tastes perfect. I put a hand under her skirt and tickle her soft thighs. She kisses me back. No-one else notices. I am hard under my jeans.

I move on to her neighbour, another brunette with green eyes and tanned skin. Gently squeezing her breast to attract her attention, she turns to me and I slip my tongue into her mouth. I stroke her face while we kiss. Under her skirt, she is warm and I can feel dampness between her legs. I stroke her panties and she comes while I lick her tongue.

I move down the back line, fondling and kissing each girl. My favourite so far is the second brunette, because of the lovely warmth from her pussy. But the others are gorgeous. After kissing ten girls, I find the loveliest one, right in the middle of the class. I am overwhelmed with desire for her. She has long brown hair, gorgeous light-blue eyes, and soft, perfect skin. I kiss her deeply and fondle her for long moments. I'm so enamoured with this girl that I move her desk out of the way, kneel in front of her and cuddle her closely, her legs wrapped around me. I can't stop kissing her. She is perfect. I make sure I get her number, stroke her face and give her a wink before moving on.

Three girls from the door is another stunner. I spend a few minutes stroking her panties and watching her come a few times before slowly kissing my way to the door. The lecturer isn't bad looking either, so I lift her plaid skirt and lick from her exposed ass to her pussy. Then her mouth. I thank the class and receive warm applause as I bow out. 

Dreams Ch. 01



I wept so suddenly I knew not where it came from. I was surprised beyond belief. It just came and came. The tears flooded down my face as my mother knocked on my door and became alarmed as she saw me.

"What is it?!" she asked me her voice practically shrieking

"Mother I do not know.....," it still continued. 

"Well sit here and let me get some tissue," she got up and retrieved it from the nightstand next to the bed we sat on. 

It continued for several minutes like this. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Suddenly, I began to feel dizzy and extremly tired. "Mom, I need to lay down now" I told her. So I layed down and immediatly I was sleeping. I was in a peaceful meadow it contained flowers everywhere. I just stood there as if waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Nothing happened. I stood among the flowers and just felt an immense amount of peace and joy.

The flowers were all sorts of different colors and the sun was belting down nicely all over everything. The air was cool and despite the strong sun, it was not hot. Everything was perfact. It did not even occur to me that it was strange that I was even there in the first place. All that mattered was that I was happy and nothing was wrong with anything. I was standing there for several hours it seemed just staring at the colors in the flowers. The yellows, the whites, blues, greens. And so many different varieties. Although I do not know their names, they were very lovely to look at. 

I felt dizzy again and I needed to lay down. The beds of flowers began to look very comfortable. But before I went to lay on them I collapsed. 

Everthing in the room was normal as it was when she fell asleep. Strange. She was alone as well. Her mother left her to sleep. Perhaps she just figured, it was a sudden bout of the depression that her doctor had pronounced her with. The dream she had was strange. She had never had that kind of dream before. Nothing happened. She thought to her self. She shrugged it off and noticed that she was underneath her blankets. So she removed them and stood up. Waiting for either the tears or the dizzyness to return she sat on the edge of her bed. It didnt come to her. Thankfully she finished getting up and walked out the door. 

Her mom must have left the house as well because she seemed to be alone. She wondered down the hall and found the stairs. The only light was the stairwell light. The open banister let it flow into the hall upstairs. She continued to the stairs and began her descent. 

The living room and kitchen were also empty. Nearly confirming that she was alone. The bathroom light and the kitchen lights were on downstairs and it comforted her, because she was afraid of both being alone and being in the dark. But the shadows still played tricks on her mind and she thought she saw movement in the den or spare bedroom. Weary of seeing who or what was there, she stood still. Her heart beat rapidly. She needed to go into the room and see if there was anyone there. It was the only way her heart would feel better. Slowly she picked her foot off the floor and moved it forward, then she did the same with her other one. Moving towards the room she flipped the lightswitch on in the hallway. Her heart still racing she slowly looked into the room. Nothing. 

She laughed at herself for the sillyness. 

In the kitchen she got herself something to eat and a glass of water. She sat down at the table and began to eat. She remembered her book that she was reading, but it was upstairs and she didnt feel like going to get it. But she wanted it so badly. Books were her life, she would spend hours, days in her room reading. She never tired of them and they were her only comfort when she was lonely, depressed, sad, happy. Any emotion she ever felt was comforted by her books. Words, words, words. She was literally in love with them. She used them like they were salt often times. Putting too much in her sentences and choking other people by the extra amount. Books and words were her only friends.

Outside, she heard a car pull up and a door shut. She was happy to see that it was her older sister come through the door and let a draft of the winter air in. But she stormed upstairs and didnt even say hi. After a couple minutes she heard another car door shut and her mother walked in the door letting a second draft waft into the house and a shivered crawled over her body. Her mother didn't look happy. 

"Katy, hi honey, sorry to leave you alone after you passed out, your breathing was fine and you had no temperature, so I tucked you in....," her mother was trying to explain why she left her, but there was no need. Katy understood. 

"Mom, its OK. Don't worry, I"m fine," she answered. "What's wrong with her?"

"Shes mad at me," her mom replied, she took her shoes off and hung her coat up on the rack. 

"Why?"

"Because I wont let her go to a binge-drinking party."

"Oh......," Katy couldnt understand, her sister always went to those and didnt even bother asking for permission. She wondered what made the difference this time.

"Don't worry about it, she'll be fine." her mother's expression was grim. Much to grim for a simple argument. There was more to the story, but she didnt want to press so she dropped it. She felt as if it wasn't any of her business. Her mother went upstairs and Katy was alone again. Alone. 

What a feeling. The ultimate privacy. You can do anything and the only person there to judge you is yourself. 

Katy finished her food and drank the rest of her water, she needed to go back upstairs to find out what happens next to her latest heroin. She rinsed off the plate and set it in the sink. The glass broke when she tried to duplicate the action. Her finger was bleeding badly. "MOM!"

Her mother came running downstairs, noticing the distress in her voice. "What? What happened? Oh, my god Katy!"

"Ouch it hurts!" Katy whined.

"I know, I know" her mother went to the cupboard where she kept extra bandages and wraps and ointments. Being as how her mother was a doctor, she had plenty. "Stand still and stop shaking your hand." her mother was trying to calm her. 

"Alright....," her voice was weak and she felt dizzy again. It was the sight of blood. She was sure of it. Her breath was short and her head began to throb. Her heart was racing once more. Nothing about the situation was alright. Her mother sensed that it was worse than a cut finger. 

"Katy, I'm taking you to the hospital, there we....will....," but her voice trailed and then there was nothing but light. Thud. 

The flowers were as beautiful as they were before. The many colors surrounded her once more. The peace and joy came back like flood gates thrown open. It was so immense and the feeling so wonderful. She never wanted to leave again. But this time her consciousness was there. She wasn't clouded by the peace feeling. She felt it and bathed in it but it wasn't as overcome by it. There was another difference, someone was standing in front of her. 

Almost too surprised to speak she stared. What she saw was a boy no older than she was and he had sandy brown hair and was extremely good looking. The redness in her cheeks flushed her when she thought of that. But she still stared at him. He only stared right back at her. He was not surprised though, his mouth was smiling at her. He looked so happy! She didnt know why, but she knew he was happy to see her. Happy to not be alone any longer on this plain of flowers. 

"Who are you?" Katy asked the boy.

He was shocked that she was speaking to him. She was shocked as well. The she became extremely aware of the fact that she was soaking up his feelings like they were the flood gates that had been opened when she first arrived here. She also came to the conclusion that that's what she was feeling all along. His feelings. His thoughts as well. 

How did you come here? She heard him say this to her inside his head. His lips moved but nothing came out. Only the voice inside her mind is what she heard. The voice and the lips were out of synch anyways. 

"I don't know....I cut my finger and passed out....," she answered him.

Can I ask your name, or do you not know that as well? She hinted a trace of sarcasm. Why he said it that way, she couldn't understand. Nevertheless she told him that was well. 

He stepped closer to her and grabbed her hand. Do you want to stay with me? 

"Stay with you?" watching him look at her, she felt dizzy again. 

Yes, stay with me, here, I can take care of you. 

She was speechless and didnt know what to say. 

Katy, I love you. 

She collapsed.

Once again I was in my bed, alone, and the bandage on my cut finger my only friend, besides the light from the bedside lamp. I decided I was content just laying there. She thought about the dream she had when she was sleeping. It was wonderful, and oh! That boy was incredibly cute. He said "I love you". She grinned and giggled to herself. He was real. The thought left my mind as soon as it came. Almost as if I didnt think it at all. Despite wanting to read my book I turned the light out and closed my eyes. Hoping the dream would return to me. 

It didn't. 



Dreams Ch. 01



The dreams are different every night. A lush green forest last night. A cool oasis in the middle of a searing hot desert the night before. Last week I was on a boat. Every location is different. Each one is of a place I have never been to but seem to recognize in the dreams. There is only one constant. One thing is exactly the same night after night. 

I know every inch of his body. I know him from his silky black hair, bronze skin and chocolate eyes. I know his soft mouth, his sinewy hands and broad shoulders. I know his smell. Like sandalwood incense before it is lit. His voice is as familiar as my own; rich, deep and laced with lust. In my dreams, I give myself to him night after night willingly and sometimes wantonly. I obsess about him in the day anxiously lay my head on my pillow at night; ready to be with him again.

I lay in bed longer than usual this morning. The fog of my lust-filled dream has long subsided, but I have no desire to get up. Fresh tears still stain my cheeks. Frustrated, I wipe them away. These last few months have left me exhausted and depressed. The dreams certainly haven't helped. I open my eyes long enough to see the clock beside my bed. The green window illuminated 7:05 back at me. 

I groan and push back the covers. I stumble into the bathroom and squint as I turn on the lights. Like a robot, I brush my teeth and wash my face before turning on the shower. My sleeping cap comes off in one tug. My braids fall free and down my back. I shake my head and then quickly run my fingers through them. The black hair tie and am looking for fell behind the toothbrush holder last night. I pick it up and stop to look at myself in the mirror. 

Under the mess of brown and copper curls, my brown face is oval shaped. Almond-shaped puffy brown eyes stare back at me. My nose is a little too large for my liking, and my mouth is tiny and heart-shaped. Closing my eyes and throwing my head back, I collect my hair into a makeshift bun and grab towels from the closet. Dropping my nightgown at my feet, I move to the shower, slide back the curtain and step into the warm jets. Instantly, my dream comes back in full force. The warmth from the water brings to mind memories of another kind of warmth.

*****

In my dream, I am in a forest. It's raining. Not a torrential downpour, but the steady kind of rain that makes you sleepy in the middle of the afternoon. Even though it's raining, the air is hot and sticky. A large two-story house stands behind me. I sit under a gazebo looking into the woods. Mist has formed in the trees. The humidity has already caused my light blue sun dress to begin sticking to my body. The rain begins coming down harder, but it is not accompanied by thunder or lightning. The impulse hits suddenly. The kind of impulse that hits you when you are a kid before you learn to consider consequences. I stand and walk to the edge. 

In one step, I am away from the gazebo and into the rain. The drops are warm. I tilt my head back and open my mouth. In a matter of minutes, I am soaking wet. Feeling like a child, I lift my arms and begin to spin. Slowly at first, but with each rotation, I am breathing and spinning faster and faster until I am laughing at the top of my lungs. The forest becomes a blur, but I am not dizzy. It's during one of these rotations, that I feel it. He is watching me. I slow my spinning and eventually come to a stop; my back is facing the gazebo. I know he is standing under it. I do not immediately turn around. I savor the feeling of being watched. My breathing is slowing and my arms are motionless at my sides. My heart beats faster as I delay facing him. My stomach is a furnace and heat is beginning to spread to the rest of my body. Unable to resist any longer, I turn just my head and look over my shoulder.

He leans against one of the wooden posts of the gazebo with his arms casually crossed against his chest. A pair of faded jeans is all that covers his body. His black hair is pulled back in a ponytail. His forehead, cheeks and nose showcase his Native American features. His skin is completely unmarred. I cannot take my eyes off of his broad chest. I lower my eyes over his flat stomach. A wicked thought creeps into my mind as my eyes wander even lower. A crooked smile teases the corner of his mouth as if he is reading my mind. 

I turn around fully now and begin to walk toward him. I walk around to the front of the gazebo, but he stays facing the forest. My wet feet leave prints as I climb the steps and cross the gazebo toward him. He turns to face me as I approach. A full head taller than me, I have to look up to read his expression. There is no mistaking the look of wanting in his eyes. I know my dress is soaked and clinging to me, my hair is dripping down my back and my bare feet are covered in grass and mud. As I stand in front of him however, I feel like the most beautiful creature in the world. 

His hands come up to frame my face. I close my eyes as he bends his head to feather kisses on my forehead, eyes and cheeks. When his lips brush mine my heart skips. The warmth from my stomach has spread to my chest and my arms. It spreads even lower to my abdomen and legs. I part my mouth against his. My arms snake their way around his neck as his arms pull me by the waist and press my body against his. I scrape my fingernails lightly down his back. He groans and pushes his tongue into my mouth. I cannot breathe and do not want to as his hands run up my back, down to my upper thighs and up again. His large hands cup my ass and squeeze. I moan in pleasure and feel myself moisten. Suddenly he pulls back and looks down at me. Smiling, he opens his mouth to speak...

I am alone. The gazebo is empty. The rain continues to fall although it is lighter now. My body trembles as it still throbs with desire. I feel hollow and struggle to hold back the tears cresting in my eyes. I step out of the gazebo and wander into the rain toward the house. I let the tears go. They are washed away by the rain.

*****

My mind floats back to present as I rinse the soap off my body. It is these dreams I hate the most. The short ones leave me tired and restless, teasing me with his brief presence. The longer ones allow me hours and hours with him. I stand under the jets a few moments longer, letting the gentle stream message my body. I shut off the water as it grows cold and step out of the shower. The shower cap is tugged off and I run my fingers through my hair to separate the braids more thoroughly. I take my time running the soft towel over my body while drying off. After hanging the towel over the shower rod, I stand in front of the mirror naked and examine myself for a minute. I don't obsess about my body. It's average. I have a long waist compared to my flared hips and my breasts are average as well (a full "c" up). My stomach is not ripped but it's flat enough for me. My legs bother me the most. They are muscled which I appreciate but, I cannot get them any smaller and trust me, I have tried. I have begun to notice little dimples on my ass that I'm not to please to see. I look at my hips again and laugh. "Child bearing hips". That's was grand-mere used to call them. I roll my eyes, walk back to my bedroom and open the closet. Black wide-leg dress pants, a black shirt and red boots comprise my outfit for the day. One quick check in the mirror confirms I am fully dressed. Grabbing my purse and keys, I am off for work. I just have to make one pit stop on the way... 

My favorite coffee shop is just around the corner from me. I am not a breakfast person, but I have never been known to pass up a coffee. Café de la Ville has been in business for over 20 years. The shop sits on a busy corner downtown. The red brick building has green and white awnings that cover the dozen tables and chairs outside. Inside, the atmosphere is very comfortable. High pub tables sit strategically inside and a long service counter takes up the entire wall in the back. It is divided into two sections. It's early but the place is already buzzing with people. Some sit leisurely at the tables and sip coffee while reading books and newspapers. Others barely keep from spilling coffee on themselves and others in their haste to get to their next destination. I wander up to the right section of the counter and lean under the "ORDER HERE" sign. Joe and his wife Sara are behind the counter. Joe is ringing customers up and Sara is preparing drinks.

I came here as a child with my grandmother every Saturday. Her childhood friend Alex Summers started this shop after he retired and became bored. He has long since retired (again), but his son Joe runs the shop now. Easily 6 feet tall, he towers over my 5 foot 8 inches. His dark hair is buzzed military style, and his green eyes light up when he smiles. It is he that greets me at the counter.

"Good morning, Angie. You look like you could use a grande today." he smiled and winked at me before he nodded toward Sara and she nodded at me before starting on my macchiato. Joe Summers is old enough to be my father, but he is an impossible infectious flirt. Married to the same woman for almost 35 years, no one ever takes his flirtatious manner the wrong way. I smile back and wander over to Sara. She is the same height as me. Her wild curly red hair is tamed into a bun this morning. Looking at her, you would never know she gave birth to five babies. Her youngest is 15 and her oldest is two years older than me. She is a second mother to me and will take care of anyone in need. I lean away from the counter and let my mind wander back to last night's dream. I was pondering the difference between my "dream self" and my "real self" when Sara's words puncture my daydream.

"Hey bebe, you're a thousand miles away. Joe was right about the grande." she grins and slides the lidded cup into my hand. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, smile and reach in my purse, but she puts her hands up. "Get your money away. It's on the house today. She frowns a little. "Are you okay darling? You look a little distracted this morning." 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie still smiling. "Thanks Sara. I will see you tomorrow." I say gratefully. She flashes even white teeth and nods before heading to the back of the cafe.

I slip regretfully out of the building and back onto the street. At least tomorrow is Saturday. I can sit and visit properly with Joe and Sara tomorrow morning.

The library is about 5 blocks from the coffee shop. A two-story gray-brick building, it is over 100 years old, which is new for this town. I have worked here since graduating from college. I make my way around to the side entrance and use my key card to open the door. The lights are already on, signaling Emily has already here. I emerge from the back and walk into the main lobby. Emily is already at work, turning on the computer stations.

"Morning Angela!" she calls without looking up. I am the only one besides her that shows up before 8:30, so she knows it's me. Her blonde hair is all I can see as she is on all fours under a computer station table reaching for the main power for the five PC's. Their circuit must have tripped last night. She grunt triumphantly as all five light up and hum; their systems beginning to load.

"Hey Em!" I call as come around to turn on the computers behind the circulation desk. I set my purse by the book drop and we quickly get into our groove. Em logs into the circulation desk computers while I begin shelving the books leftover from last night. She quickly joins me. Twenty minutes later we are finished.

Nine o'clock arrives as the others trickle in one by one to finish set up for opening. There are seven of us that work the day shift and four more that come in at noon to cover until closing.

My office is upstairs. Once everyone else arrives, I grab my purse from behind the desk and climb the steps. I turn on the lights to the entire second floor. In my office, I turn on my computer and sit behind my desk. I have been working here as one of the two reference librarians for the last 5 years after starting out as a library tech. It is comfortable routine. Almost too comfortable. Sometimes I wonder if that is part of the reason the dreams began. I also think that is also causing my underlying frustration with them as well. I have no other outlet for my pent up energy.

When they first began, I brushed them off as a coincidence. After a week, however, I knew something was happening. They began with just a presence. I could feel someone in my dream, but never was able to see the person. I did not begin to see him until after the first month. At first, I noticed him from a distance, always watching me. Each night, he moved closer and closer until I was able to see his face. The odd thing was that even though I had never seen him before, I knew his face. 

"Hey, Angie." a voice interrupts my daydream. I look up to see Matt standing at my door. At 25, he is 6 years my junior. He has the face all mothers love, especially if he is at the door to pick up their daughters. His black hair is badly in need of haircut and moving dangerously into afro territory. He is unfairly muscled for someone who can count the number of sober days in college on one hand. His distinguishing feature is his blue eyes. He was always embarrassed by them. Strangers assume they are contacts. A black man with blue eyes? Welcome to Louisiana, the ultimate melting pot. My own grand-mere was the same deep caramel complexion as me with flaming red hair. It happens. Anyway, back to Matt. He is extremely intelligent and managed to get through college without cracking open a book. Just thinking about that makes me want to kill him. He's funny, arrogant but also has the capability of being humble. I love him. I hate him. He's the little brother I never had. 

Matt works in the office next door to mine. He was promoted this year to reference librarian and is my partner in crime here. Like me, he had to do time as a library tech first but rose faster than I did after Ms. Foster, our previous reference librarian retired.

"Pittman is after that anthology series again." he smiles as he gave me the heads up and disappears down the hall.

I groan out loud. Pittman, the librarian, is an eccentric guy and that's saying a lot based on what I have seen in life. Highly intelligent, the man has absolutely no social skills whatsoever. He came into my office two weeks ago asking about an anthology series on Native Americans. His current infatuation is the Caddo Nation. He seems more adamant lately. Something was up. As usual, my method is getting him what he wants quickly in order to keep his visits into my office at the absolute minimum. I had made several inquiries over the last two weeks. I already have a semi-permanent offer from a seller. I do not like to tell Pittman anything until I have something solid. It was like promising a kid a new bike for Christmas and then not delivering the goods. I log into my computer and open my email. 

"Speak of the devil." I murmur to myself as I look at the first message. It's a reply from my email Wednesday confirming the price. The email confirmed he was ready to sell. He had a condition however. He would send someone with the set to review it with us. Apparently, he wants to make sure we do not misconstrue any information. He also wants our assurance that this will stay in our private collection. I send my reply assuring him of all his requests along with the book keeper's information. I knew full well that this series will go into the private collection. Hell, I will be lucky to another have a look them once I finish cataloguing everything. I carbon copy Pittman, Matt and Laura, our book keeper. Hopefully, this will keep Pittman out of my office today.

The day slugs on. I handle emails, phone calls, patrons and lunch; then more of the same for a few more hours. Five o'clock could not have come soon enough. 

After work Matt, Emily and I ended up at Antonio's for dinner. The Italian restaurant has become a favorite for Emily and me over the last five years. It has become kind of a payday Friday tradition. Sometimes Emily's husband, Jasper, joins us but tonight it's just the three of us. We are sitting inside at a table by the window.

We all sit in silence for a while after placing our orders. I watch people on the street. I love watching people. I notice a couple across the street stop walking long enough to embrace. The man kisses the woman softly and nuzzles her neck. I feel my throat thicken slightly as I think of my dreams. The thing that I struggle with the most about them is how easily I toss aside all restraint and fly into his arms. In real life, I am the first to dissuade a guy, not invite him over and definitely not jump on him as soon as I see him. Emily's attention is on the kitchen door, anxious for dinner. Matt is the first to break the silence. 

"You should have seen Pittman's face when he got that email. He flew down the hall into Laura's office grinning like a five-year old. He almost gave the poor old woman a heart attack." Matt laughs and gulps down some of his coke. He likes to joke that he drank enough beer in college for a lifetime and no longer requires any now. I get the feeling there is more to that story.

Emily is the next to speak. Tall and wafer thin, you had an almost uncontrollable urge to tie her down and feed her massive amounts of lard. Truth be told, she could eat both Matt and me under the table and have dessert long after we both passed out. Good genes, hate 'em or love 'em. "I expect Laura is used to it. Has long has she worked with him?" Her brown eyes dart in my direction for an answer.

"I think close to 20 years. She was there long before I came." I shrug and reached for my sprite. Emily came to work at the library my second year there. She is our technical genius and puts out all computer fires. She also helps behind the desk and in the stacks. 

The evening is beautiful and quiet. Another two hours and the streets will be full of music and night crawlers. A few of them are out now eating dinner before the binge drinking begins. I almost feel nostalgic for my college years as I watch a group near the back laughing and joking about classes and professors. Finally, our orders arrive and I dive into my ridiculously large bowl of linguine. 

I lay in bed that night anxious. There is a part of me that cannot wait to fall asleep. Another part of me is apprehensive. A glance at the clock tells me it is midnight. I have been lying here for two hours. This is silly. It was not like I have a choice of whether to sleep or not. I have to relax and get a grip. My chest rises and falls as I take deep breaths to calm my mind. I stare at the ceiling, wondering where I will go tonight and I knowing that I will once again give into desire. I don't remember falling asleep.

*****

The air is hot and sticky. I stand on the patio of a beach house. The sun is just coming up over the ocean. It is early morning and the air is salty sweet. I stand with my back to a sliding glass door. The ocean breeze is warm against my skin. My nightgown sticks to my back. The green cotton material hangs just above my knees and flutters around them in the breeze. The ocean is calm and glassy. Waves lap up to the shore lazily and pelicans patrol the shallows in search of breakfast. The glass door behind me squeaks a little and slides open. I close my eyes. Strong arms encircle my waist, and pull me back against his hard body. I lean my head back into his chest. He holds me in silence for a while. I smell sandalwood.

"Come with me." His words are whispered gently against my ear as he walks backwards with me into tow into the house. The cool breeze from the house erases the humidity from outside as we stop long enough for me to close the door on the way in. Once inside, he turns me around in his arms. Those mocha eyes are glued to mine. I step out of his embrace to get a good look at him. 




Dreams Ch. 01



I smile and cock my head to one side. His feet are bare and his brown legs are covered by a pair of white board shorts that hang low on his narrow hips. From below his belly button, hair rises in a perfect "v" up over his six-pack and across his wide chest. His arms are perfectly muscled. His hair hangs loose past his shoulders. His broad mouth is once again teased by a partial smile, like he has a secret. I drink all this in slowly. 

I flicker of light catches my eye and I turn to look upstairs. His eyes follow mine and he breaks into a full grin. I raise an eyebrow and take the bait. I run past him and up the stairs, taking two at a time. He never misses a beat and is right on my tail. At the top of the landing, I stop. I smell gardenia. Looking back him, I raise an eyebrow. He simply shrugs and glances down the hall. I take the hint and start walking. The white carpet is thick and I cannot hear my own footfalls or his but I can feel him behind me. The door at the end of the hallway is partially open. I push the door open slowly. The room is huge, taking up the entire upstairs right wing of the house. Large panoramic windows take up the wall facing the ocean. A huge dresser is on the opposite wall. Candles burned on top of it. There are two flower vases by a king sized four poster bed. Gardenias sprout up from four vases placed on small tables around the room. My attention goes back to the bed. It is so high off the ground I think I might need a running start to get into it. I smile and realize that I can always ask for help getting into the bed.

Just when my mind begins to imagine what else would happen once in that bed, I feel his arms again. His mouth finds my ear and nibbles it softly. He works his way down my neck and slides the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders to kiss them as well. My gown slips down and gathers around my waist. My breathing becomes shallow and I feel myself moisten. His hands glide down my arms to my hands, then around to my stomach were he toys with my belly button. Finally, his hands move higher to cup my breasts. His hands are so warm against my skin. The room is getting hotter and it's getting harder to breathe. With thumb and forefinger he twirls, pinches and pulls my nipples. Pleasure fused with pain causes me to arch my back and press against him. 

Suddenly, his hands drop. He steps away for a moment. My nightgown slides down to my waist and he pushes my gown off my hips. It falls to the floor. He presses against me again. His shorts are gone. His length of his cock presses hard against my back. His hands continue to rub my body leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. I lick my lips. The need to feel his lips on mine is strong. Turning in his arms, I face him. His mouth finds mine quickly. His kisses are tender at first and more insistent when my mouth opens wider and allow his tongue inside. He groans in my mouth when my hands close around his cock and begin to stroke him

I am aware of moving backwards, but never feel the back of my legs touch the bed. In one movement, he lifts me up and sets me back on the bed. I grin up at him as he climbs up after me. Kissing and moving back toward the pillows, I laugh and moan between kisses.

My head touches the first pillow. His fingers tickle their way down my stomach to my inner thigh. A river of moist heat flows from my pussy. His fingers play in my curls for a moment then gently rub my clit. I gasp when his finger plunges into me.

He whispers against my ear. "I'm sorry. I don't think I can wait much longer." 

"Then don't." I reach for his cock. 

He settles between my legs and gently pushes them apart. I raise my hips to meet him. He slides inside slowly, taking pleasure in each inch. I sigh and wrap my legs around his waist. He raises his head and kisses me as he begins to stoke inside me. Slow and torturous, his movements are controlled as I cling to him. I am beginning to lose control. I begin to rock my hips in rhythm with him to encourage him to increase the pace. Each stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge. I have never felt pleasure like this in my life. All the while, he continues to kiss me. I am not sure how I am still breathing. His strokes slow and he buries himself in me as far as he can. I am overwhelmed with the intensity of the feeling. He fills me completely. Tears well in my eyes and slide down the sides of my face. Kissing me deeply, he picks up the rhythm faster than before. 

My cries of pleasure mingle with his groans of ecstasy as he begins to lose control. His forehead dips to touch mine and he looks into my eyes as his strokes come faster and faster. Wave after wave of sweet pleasure build and I feel the first inklings of an orgasm start to build. My legs grip him firmer and I look up into his eyes. My own pleasure is mirrored in his eyes. I tense and spasm as he begins to stiffen in my arms. I reach for his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. I kiss him hard biting his lip and drawing blood as we both come. I convulse under him as he shudders. Finally he collapses on top of me. I should be crushed, but it feels so good. I run my hands up and down his back, loving the feel of sweat and heat.

*****

The sun is peaking through the blinds by the time I wake. I feel feverish. I'm soaking with sweat and breathing so hard, my chest hurts. Every part of my body radiates heat. I sit up and look around. I am alone in my bed, in my room, in my apartment. 



Dreams Ch. 01



This story could be submitted under a number of genres; however, the dominant theme is Group. It follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Someone told me good fiction is based on reality and truth; this story is no exception. Lastly, while there are what I hope are exciting doses of sex, the story also has a few doses of philosophy about relationships and sexuality that I hope the reader will indulge – and perhaps even comment upon. Enjoy. The chapters will be posted on consecutive days.





The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of





Dreams Ch. 01



My nude body lay prone on my bed, my legs spread in surrender to my lover. Somehow it was unimportant to me who he was, only that I knew we loved each other. He was, however, a divine lover. He knelt beside me at one point and I sucked on his cock, and I used both hands to pleasure him. He knew I was getting pleasure from the act, and he allowed me my pleasure.

His muscular form then magically hovered above me. I held his turgid rod, and pulled him towards my gaping pussy. Slowly, our bodies merged – a sexual union. I was in heaven. I heard us both moan as he started to stroke in and out of my body. I oscillated in sync with his efforts, thrusting my hips up into his down stroke.

His engorged prick sank slowly into my slippery cavity of delight, eliciting even more lubricating juices from my excited body. I clutched his body to mine, as we fucked like excited animals.

Then our lips found each other, our tongues fought with each other backed by the new passion we were feeling. The mood changed, transmuting the raw sexual energy we both contained into a mix of that lust and the passion of an encounter between two practiced lovers. 

He buried himself inside me, sinking in those moments to the point where our bodies were joined in exquisite pleasure so intense I was speechless and even breathless. No deeper penetration was possible of him in me. He was not just in my body, but also in my soul.

We made love for many minutes, changing position several times, but ending with his body over mine. We both sped up. We craved the ecstasy of our orgasms now. Suddenly, I felt his cock buck and explode inside me. Jets of his cum filled the depths of my hungry cunt, and I hugged his naked body to mine, my breasts crushed against his chest. I loved this man so.

As his spurts of semen slowed, I could feel the delicious girth of his cock, deep inside me – spreading me apart with a satisfaction I'd only fantasized about.

I wrinkled my brow, feeling my closed eyes. But this was a dream – wasn't it? I rotated my hips up into my lover's body, feeling again the solidity of our union and his long cock deep in my pussy once more. This had to be real.

I wanted to open my eyes, but somehow couldn't. Then the veil of sleep overtook me once more, removing me from that half-conscious state I'd been in making love. I vaguely remember reaching for the notepad as I felt the surgation slip from my overflowing pussy.

I was asleep on my side when a shaft of morning light from the gap between the blinds and the window frame found my face. I winced and woke up. 

My first impression that morning was that I was asleep in a 'wet spot.' I smiled at the memory of 'our' lovemaking. I felt cum still dripping slowly from my sex box and slowly flowing down my thigh. My breasts were tender from having been suckled and rubbed hard during the night's session. The bed covers were in unusual disarray. I was naked, yet I'd gone to bed dressed.

I bounced around the apartment that morning, enthused by the fuck in the wee hours of the morning. As I showered, I thought that someday the dreams would stop and I'd return to 'normal.' I'd miss my dream lover. I decided I liked that term: Dreamlover. That would be my name for my secret paramour.

When I told Mar about my experience she was speechless, and then full of open admiration for my achievement. The big question she pestered me with was "Who?" Who was my mystery man – my Dreamlover? 

She tried to get me to talk about physical characteristics I might remember? A mole? Tattoo? Height? Hair color? Age?

Overall, I could only describe my lover in the haziest of terms: tall, dark, handsome, and muscular – a description that could fit just about any good looking guy and half the men near my age in the country. About that time, Tom Ransom walked to our cafeteria table carrying his lunch tray. I studied the handsome man; he could certainly qualify as a double for the man in my dreams.

Of course, Tom was in 'business mode' and apparently had a new supplier in for a visit. He paused and said 'Hello,' then moved on to another table with six other guys, some from his department and a pair I didn't recognize. The group of them was teasing each other about their selection of desserts. Tom had the least to worry about in the group; he had a perfect body to go with his curly dark hair. The deep-set eyes, his dark eyebrows, and high cheekbones amplified the angular thrust of his jaw and his tanned complexion. I studied the man for a moment; he must like to be outdoors a lot. 

My mind jumped. I could really see Tom Ransom making love to me, his body poised over me as his long cock thrust into me. 

I felt my body flush. Tom's eyes caught mine; only it took me a second to realize I was staring at him, as he seemed to ponder why he was being scrutinized. I smiled weakly as he nodded and smiled in my direction. I'd been caught; I'd never stared at him that way. Moreover, I bet he could read my mind. I was so embarrassed; I blushed scarlet. I told Mar what had just happened; she had her back to him and broke into a fit of laughter than only aggravated my plight.

She whispered, "No, he can't read your mind. If he could, he'd have a hard-on that'd reach halfway across the room towards you." That thought threw her into further gales of laughter. At the laughter, I noticed Tom glancing again in our direction with a nice smile. I really did have a crush on him.

Next to him sat Peter, a tall lanky guy that was also on the supply team. Peter's angular face and bush of blond hair were clearly Scandinavian. As I thought about it, I had a crush on Peter too ... and Dave, the third member of their trio. Dave was a smart and gentle person, always sensitive to others and their moods. He was the kind of person I could curl up with on a Sunday afternoon and read the paper as he held me in his arms.

I thought of all the lunches we'd had together – over a year's worth, on average three or four days a week. We were good friends, the kind of friends that had revealed more and more about each us to the others as the weeks had passed. I knew Tom well, as well as his two cohorts Peter and Dave. Mar had become my best friend over time; there was little we didn't know about the other. Others often joined our circle on a more come and go basis.

That night I silently prayed that 'Tom' would again make love to me, but my tall, dark and handsome friend did not appear in my dreams. Instead and much to my surprise, the star of my dreams was a woman – a woman that turned out to be Mar. I finally recognized someone in my dreams!

The part of the dream I could remember started in my living room. A female with a wonderful touch sucked on my breasts, using her lips to pull the erect nipples so they stretched the skin of my full bosom away from my body. The actions sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body.

I cradled the woman's head and mane of fiery red hair in my arms as she explored my tits further, but then she drew her tongue down over my abs to the heart shaped patch of pubic hair I so carefully tend. I remember jerking when her tongue reached my clit.

Mar looked up at me. I remember being only slightly surprised that it was she. She spoke, her dream voice, slightly huskier than our normal conversational tones: "Sixty nine with me. Eat me too."

We moved; I lay back on the wide sofa and Mar straddled my head with her legs. The next I knew her tongue was buried deep in my pussy, as deep as my tongue was in hers. I savored her nectar, and the more I lapped and licked, the more of it there was. She flowed her juices into my mouth, and I took every drop I could find.

We shifted position again, and lay beside each other, but still where our mouths could reach the other's cunt. More lapping and licking took place, as well as fingering. If I could have jumped into her sex and swam in it, I would have. Mar was delightful.

We played like that for a long time, zealously working to bring our lover to a climax. Mar's breasts rubbed against my stomach, as my erect nipples did against hers. I could have cut glass with mine they were so hard. I had trouble remembering when I'd been more excited sexually.

We rubbed, stroked, fingered, smacked, licked, palmed, cuffed, and lapped in our masturbatory moves on one another. I lost count of the orgasms we shared. Each one was wonderful to give, and magnificent to receive. We wore ourselves out.

My last thoughts were how loving Mar and I were together. She slipped into my arms, and cuddled beside me as we went to sleep again.

When I awoke I was surprised that Mar was not there. I actually remembered that much of my dream, and then some of the details came flooding back. Of course, I was sexually wet. My notepad contained one word – 'Mar.' I repeated aloud the other aspects of the dream that I could recall in those first seconds, a technique for remembering the details of dreams longer than the few seconds it takes for most of us to totally forget them.

I found myself embarrassed at lunch that day. Should I confess to Mar that she was the star in my previous night's sexual dreams.

Mar taunted me, "Come on, Ariel, I know you had another dream. This must have been a good one. My God, look at you blush. Come on; out with it. You tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

I'm terrible at keeping secrets. In the end I told her everything. Mar was speechless. For a minute or two I thought I might have lost a friend by stepping over some imaginary boundary. When I'd finished my short two-minute version of the long dream, Mar said, "Leave our lunches here and come with me for a minute."

We walked down to the ladies room at the far end of the cafeteria. Inside, Mar checked to be sure no one else was in the room; she then pulled me to her and kissed me. I thought of the Katy Perry song, 'I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It,' because I did like it. I kissed back and our tongues dueled briefly before we parted. We were both panting and wanted more of the same.

Mar looked at me rather passionately and said softly, "We'll have to pursue this with greater effort sometime soon when we have more time and aren't at work." She held me at arms length and locked eyes with me. She said, "Besides, I have to tell you, I had the same dream. I've never remembered a dream before, but I remember last night's. You and me made love for a long time – 69, oral sex, orgasms, the whole thing."

"That's scary," I told her.

Mar agreed. She said, "We should get back. We'll talk more about this later.

I nodded my agreement, we hugged, and then we walked back to our lunch table. The whole 'kiss' had only taken sixty seconds.

Damned if Tom Ransom wasn't seated at our table as we walked back in from the ladies room. He watched me carefully as we returned to our lunches. I know I blushed. I felt like he'd been watching me the last couple of minutes, even in the restroom. I also felt I had a big sign on me that said 'Lesbian.' I then decided, since he was so sexually appealing, that the sign should actually read 'Bisexual.' That thought gave me a smile as my embarrassment passed. I greeted Tom with a smile, and we broke into conversation. It did seem as though he was studying Mar and me more than usual, however. This was getting deep.

Mar and I talked in low tones at our end of the lunch table. I asked her in a whisper when no one was paying attention, "Why'd you do that? Are you a lesbian? Am I? I liked it."

Mar smiled wisely, one of her facades. She whispered, "No, I have decided to be bisexual. It'll double my chances for a date on Saturday night. Besides I still like guys." She paused, laughed at her own humor, looked at Tom, Dave, and Peter, and added, "But, you know, I've always liked you – a lot. I hope you're OK with the dream ... and what just happened? I never did anything like that before."

"I was just thinking the same thing – I mean about being bisexual," I told her with a grin as I whispered across my tray. I got more serious then and added, "As for the other thing. I'm more than OK. I was thinking that maybe you should come over ... tonight ... that is, if you're interested." Some old saying ran through my head about then: 'In for penny, in for a pound.' If Mar wasn't interested to the same extent I was, ... oh, well.

Mar smiled at me and just nodded. "Just for experimental purposes only. Right?"

"Oh, absolutely," I responded as I grinned back at her. In my peripheral vision I could see Tom Ransom had turned back to the two of us. He had a curious look on his face, and again, that deep penetrating look that made me think he knew exactly what we'd been talking about.

*

The session Mar and I had that Friday night far exceeded my expectations for what a lesbian encounter entailed. We started with a candlelight dinner for two at a little restaurant on one of the city's canals. Somehow, over dinner and wine, there was a lot of staring into each other's eyes and casual touching, as though to emphasize a point; however, we knew it was all foreplay.

Back in my apartment the foreplay continued. We were like a sexual storm brewing over warm waters. 

Mar asked, "Shouldn't I shower? I'm not fresh – at least not since this morning."

I told her, "No, I want you just the way you are. All your fluids and emissions all day long belong to me, or they will in a little while." I didn't bother to volunteer to shower either.

We finally set our wines down and stood before each other. I leaned in and gently kissed Mar; she had her eyes closed just enjoying the moment. She returned the favor. I stroked her chest below her breast through her shimmery blouse as I kissed her again, this time capturing her bottom lip between my teeth. I pulled away gently, using my own tongue to push her lip aside.

Then we were French kissing. At first, it wasn't the mad passionate kiss with tongue we'd done at lunch. This was gentler and more loving, more sensual, and more erotic. We had time. Buttons were slowly undone, clothes shed, and soon the two of us lay continuing the encounter in a romantic tangle on my bed.

Two hours later we came up for air. I was covered in her juices and she in mine. We'd brought each other to so many orgasms Mar thought we'd set a new record. Just like my dreams, I cuddled Mar to my bosom – the breasts that had a half dozen hickies on them that weren't there earlier in the day. We drifted off to sleep, and I wondered if I'd dream further now that someone real had entered my sexual life.

*

Mar and I spent the weekend together. I think if I were to add up all the orgasms I'd ever had since I'd started masturbating at age eleven and having sex starting at age fifteen, they wouldn't total what we accomplished by Sunday night. Except for a foray out for some food and drink, we kept trying new things or just talking.

Our talks really got deep into our sex lives – our past deeds, how we each felt about what was going on, and what we hoped for the future. The word 'Love' popped up a lot. We both loved each other – unconditionally. We also both wanted someone male in our lives, so we agreed we'd play it a little cool with each other so that we were always allowing room for someone else special. We also agreed that we'd share, if whomever came along for one of us were interested in a threeway or moreway.

Monday we went back at work. I had a rosy glow about me I'd never felt before from the constant stream of orgasms. My pussy was sore from being eaten so much by Mar. She winked at me over lunch and confessed the same plight. We stole a kiss in the ladies room again, and then went back to work.

Best of all, however, was that I felt loved. There's something about being physically loved that all the philosophy in the world won't cure. I was energized, empowered, and I think my whole complexion oozed enthusiasm for life and love. People seemed to notice.

I recalled the note I'd recorded a couple of weeks earlier about finding self-love and giving it away. I gave it freely to Marcella, without the expectation of return – but it did return in such a satisfying way.

Monday night I had another sex dream. This time my ass got taken. I'd never had anal sex before and so I didn't even have the foggiest idea of what it would feel like or be like. Nonetheless, by about four-thirty in the morning when I awoke from my dream, I had the vivid recall of the whole event.

My Dreamlover was back – the muscular one with dark, curly hair. Again, I had no recall of his face. By the time my dream started, I was well into the foreplay of whatever was going on. I dreamt my juices were flowing, and that I'd already had several orgasms from fingers and tongue. 

Dreamlover flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me on onto my knees. My head was buried in the pillow, yet I was giggling at our antics. I was in love and this was passionate love play. I felt some of my bedside lubricant smeared around my pucker, and then the slow insertion of his rock solid hard-on. His voice coaxed me to relax and allow. I remember reaching under myself so I could diddle my clit. He was firm but gentle as he slid all the way into my ass. My urge to push subsided as he went deeper.

Amidst our groans of passion, Dreamlover pumped his cock in and out of my ass, slowly at first and then with more gusto. For the first couple of minutes, it was something I tolerated – a gift I was giving to my Lover. But then, my mood changed and the pleasure I was deriving from the experienced increased dramatically. I wanted this act, this sodomizing of my body. I found new and exciting pleasure. I pumped my entire body back into his forward thrusts to show my excitement at our mutual pleasure.

Dreamlover reached around my body and wildly fingered my clit. The action brought me right to the brink, and then we both came. He sped up his thrusts into my ass until I feared the noise of our bodies slapping together and our moans of passion would wake my neighbors. 

I froze, my body part upright now, the cum jetting from his cock into my anal chute. I remember thinking he was so rigid he could lift me upright on his shaft. I felt so full – full of his cock and now full of his juices. I collapsed on the bed, and he followed me down, not wanting to separate. His body smothered mine as his kisses rained down on my shoulders and neck.

This time, I remember the words he spoke: "Ariel, I love you so. You are so hot. I love how you're willing to experiment and try new things. I like that you had a lesbian weekend and that you shared it with me. Sometime we'll have to have Mar join us."

After that things got sort of hazy. I guess I returned to some other level of sleep until I awoke to go to the bathroom. I wrote on my notepad a few things to remember before I got out of bed.

As I walked the ten feet to my bathroom I became away of the fluid running from my ass and down my legs. I smiled at the illusion, until I actually had to use the toilet paper as I sat to wipe up part of the excess. I loved realistic dreams.

When the alarm went off, I remembered my encounter and even felt the dried semen-like fluid on my legs and backside. Moreover, my virgin ass was a little sore. My notepad had only a few words scrawled on it: 'Anal. Dreamlover. Hot. Love.' They were enough to confirm my experience. Again, when I checked, all the doors and windows were locked. I was becoming really good at visualizing.

As usual Mar and I sat together at lunch. Tom Ransom led his buddies to our table just after we sat down. The proximity of all those male ears cut short my telling Mar the details of my night's dream; however, she got the gist of it.

For the first time, Tom actually cozied up to me. He put his arm around me once when he wanted to share a comment about something going on in the company. Mar kicked me under the table to indicate she'd caught the look in his eyes. We talked about work for a while, and just before we got up to leave Tom turned to me.




Dreams Ch. 01



"Ariel, I was wondering if you'd join me for a glass of wine at Gallagher's after work. I just thought we'd get to know each other a little better." He looked from me to Mar and added, "I'd love it if you'd come too, Marcella." He gave us his best and most disarming smile as he explained the assignation would be just the two or three of us.

My heartbeat had doubled in those few seconds. I nodded my acceptance automatically, aware that the physique and voice of Tom matched that of my Dreamlover. Now, I really wondered what was going on in my head. Was I going insane? Were my sexual delusions an extension of my need for some encounter with Tom?

Marcella politely turned Tom down for after work, explaining that she already had a commitment she couldn't break. I wondered if she was telling the truth; later, she confessed she wanted me to go without a sidekick. 

Mar reminded me of our mutual promise to try to involve the other in a three-way of some kind if we got that far into a relationship. We grinned at each other in the hallway, and then went off to our work cubicles.

At Gallagher's, Tom was the perfect first date, if this was even a date. He was friendly, attentive, urbane, funny, and didn't come on too strong. We were just old friends having a glass of wine together. Despite that representation, I'd spent the afternoon in a state of angst, trying on one mask after another of the various personalities I might play. In the end, I wisely decided to be myself. We knew each other too well, and he'd see through any false self I'd try to present, the same way I would see through anything he tried to throw at me. After our hour together, I felt I was a good match for him. Drinks turned into dinner and then we called it quits for the night. 

As we left the restaurant door, I pulled Tom's face to mine and planted a kiss on him – our first. He kissed back and we tried two or three more before we pulled apart and smiled at each other. "Saturday night?" He asked tentatively. I nodded acceptance with a grin, and we headed home in opposite directions.

*

I called forth a dream that night, almost on command. I wasn't sure what it would be and when it happened it was doozy. It was my first dream of sex with multiple partners, in this case Dreamlover and Mar. Somehow, I became aware that they'd decided that this night was 'my night' for sexual satisfaction. Although I watched Dreamlover plough into Mar's cunt with his long cock, and bring her to a climax, his next move was into my pussy as Mar assaulted my breasts, even playing unusually rough with them. 

I started to have orgasms from the penetration and the friction on my clit. Mar ate my pussy between some of his thrusts, sucking my clitoral nub into her mouth like a pencil eraser and bringing me to new states of ecstasy. I had her sit on my face so I could eat her juices and bring her some pleasure.

Through the whole dream, I felt this wonderful sense of love going along with all the passion and lust we were enjoying. Sometime after Dreamlover had cum inside my vagina and Mar had sucked the juices out and shared them with me, I went back into a deeper sleep state. Writing on the notepad was a hazy memory as well.

Morning came. I was getting used to a residue from my sexual dreams. My bedroom carried the aroma of a whorehouse on a humid day. I was naked and covered in sexual juices. I was also wonderfully satisfied; a smile came to me as I thanked the world for my realistic dreams. 

I thought I must have been going to some other universe, having my sexual encounters, and then slipping back into my own universe during the night – and clearly without a shower. I thought of some of the religious experiences some people had: bleeding from hands and feet as they dreamed of the crucifixion, being soaked in the tears of Mary and actually waking up wet, or finding religious signs painted on their bodies. I could be a believer now that I'd started my sex dreams.

I told Mar to come to lunch early so we'd have a few moments alone before the guys showed up. I shared every detail of my drinks and dinner with Tom. As I started to tell her about my threesome dream, she started to nod vigorously. 

Then to my surprise, Mar started to fill in some details of the dream: "It was your night, Ariel. Tom and I love you so, and we wanted to bring you the most pleasure. I remember as he was making love to you, I was in there lapping at your pussy and sucking on your clit."

I sat back as though I'd been hit by a fullback. "You mean you had the same dream again?"

Mar nodded and smiled at me. "Sort of scary again, right? I don't understand it, but the dream was great. I should add I've never been hornier in my life. After lunch, I think I'm going to the ladies room and masturbate. Would you care to join me?"

I was about to comment on her offer when Dave walked up with his tray and joined us. Peter and Tom came along directly. Instead of a trip to ladies room, I used the fact that Dave had sat next to me for a lot of physical contact between us: touching his arm to make a point, leaning against his shoulder to whisper something to him, or clutching his arm when I was feigning I was afraid of something. He seemed to like it – and so did I.

That night, my dream wasn't sexual, it was all about love, but that understates what I felt. In recall, it was about 'LOVE' in big capital letters written across the sky. I explored what I felt for Marcella and Dreamlover, how I'd felt when the two of them made love to each other and made love to me, and then I thought about other combinations and even how I'd feel if there were other people around that I loved. The overall theme of my dreams was about rational, mature relationships that weren't loaded down by all the rules and games society imposes on people.

Some key questions passed by me to think about. Did I want my future relationship to be a couple only? Could I love just Mar? Dreamlover? Both of them? Would I give my love to others? Yes. Was I going to insist on exclusivity? No. What role does sex play in a relationship?

I brooded over a hundred deep questions I'd never even thought of before. In the morning I realized I'd moved way beyond the stereotypical man-woman exclusive monogamous relationship with missionary sex twice a week. I started to believe I was from some other solar system. My love felt expansive and inclusive; no one was excluded if they loved. If someone was willing to love unconditionally, then I could love them in return. No rules. No games. No manipulation. No conditions on when I give you love and when I won't. Just LOVE.

I floated into work. I felt differently yet again. My boss even commented on it, noting I seemed to have a special aura about me this day. I smiled and even gave her a little hug of appreciation. She looked so thanked and went away happy.

Mar, Tom, Peter, and Dave sat with me at lunch. Much to their surprise I rose and gave each of them a hug as they got to our lunch table. I told each of them I loved them. I got skeptical looks from them, but they were smiling and accepting of my mood. Mar hugged the guys too.

The conversation seemed to flow. I found myself expressing love to each of the five people at the table. I didn't vocalize it after my welcome, but I thought it, and one by one I felt the barriers drop and the relationship teasing and games stop. Everyone became candid and open with each other. I felt a strong sense of support between all of us. I think our friendships all took a jump that day.

As we walked out from lunch, Tom caught up with me. He said, "Ariel ... Ariel, at lunch, you were ... well, you were so wonderful, so open, so compassionate. You glowed. I didn't know you were such a warm and loving person." He paused and I appropriately blushed at his compliments. He went on, changing subjects, "About Saturday; do you like the theater?" I nodded. He said, "I can get tickets to 'Phantom of the Opera.'" 

I screamed and gave him a big hug as the others looked on. "Oh, I have so wanted to see that musical, but I couldn't get tickets. I gave up trying, plus they're so expensive. Do you want me to help pay for them?"

Tom grinned. "No, I have an inside track on this one. I'll pick you up at six-thirty. It'll be kind of dressy. We'll probably drop by a cast party afterwards too." I was ecstatic and it obviously showed. Mar stood beside us and clapped in appreciation.

*

In the dark recesses of Thursday night, two men took me. I wanted the sex as well as the feeling of my own sluttish behavior. Dreamlover had a friend. Together, they got me between them on my sofa, and the foreplay started. Kisses and tongues intertwined with each of them; as I'd kiss one, the other would have his tongue in my ear or running along my neck. Their hands rubbed over my body, and I welcomed their advances. This was advanced foreplay at the graduate level.

The men's fingers took turns slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I remember thinking it odd since I was sure I'd put on pajamas before going to bed; where did the blouse and skirt come from. In my dreams, I guess. The blouse disappeared and then my bra. One man would kiss me, driving his tongue deep into my mouth; the other felt and sucked on the breast nearest him, his hands working their way lower and then to my legs. They switched roles often.

Soon I was nude between them, my hands reaching to each and massaging the hardness in their pants. Quickly, they shed their clothing. I sucked on their cocks, alternating at first, and then pulling both of them into my mouth at the same time. I loved these men and wanted to bring them pleasure, pleasure, pleasure!

Next I recalled one of the men was driving into my pussy as I sucked on the other. The two men switched position often, turning me around between them and taking me missionary or doggie, whatever seemed to inspire them. I was in seventh heaven, and my moans, squeaks, and pleas for more and harder testified to my rising satisfaction.

As I rode on one, he paused and pulled me back onto him so his cock drove up into my ass. I reached down and fingered my pussy, even driving two fingers into it and offering them to Dreamlover who waited with a smile on his face. After a few strokes, Dreamlover came in front of me and pushed his cock into my pussy. Now, I was doubly impaled on two large cocks; I felt so full. I also felt such lust, and also such passion and love. I soared higher and higher as my orgasm neared. Oh, my God, what sensations. Every pore in my body ached with the need for sex – raw, rough sex. The two men were giving me what I needed.

Both men increased the pace of their thrusts into my body. Dreamlover used his thumb to rub my clit, making me almost cum before he backed off for a few seconds. I could feel my big orgasm drawing near and knew they too would be cuming soon. I talked dirty to the men, urging their cocks to erupt deep in me or on me, describing the feeling of being double fucked, telling them what a slut I was for them, and then how much I loved them and what they were doing to me and for me.

We all came at once. I felt spunk geysering into my ass and cunt as the sensation of my own cum ripped through my body. I know I squirted; it was one of the hardest orgasms I'd ever had. Dreamlover pulled out of me before he'd finished cuming, allowing the last couple of surges from his cock to spray over my tits. As he finished, he reached up and rubbed the semen into my skin.

I closed me eyes and relished the titillating feelings that swept through my body. I never knew sex could be so raw and beautiful at the same time, or that such illicit and wonderful feelings could fill my body, mind, and soul all at the same time. The warmth of love from my men carried me back into slumber and I rested.

*

The notepad beside my bed said '2-on-1' and 'MMF.' I also discovered I'd been sleeping in a pool of sexual juice from when I'd orgasmed – or was there cum mixed in too? I remembered parts of the dream, if it was a dream. I was sore from the rough double fucking I'd had, but it was a good kind of sore – the kind you want to remind you how well fucked and how well loved you'd been. How could I feel chaffed as the result of a dream? Where did all the body fluids come from? 

Mar met me early for lunch so she could catch up on my latest middle of the night episode before the guys from Purchasing joined us. Her mouth hung agape and her blood pressure rose, and she visibly panted in heat as I regaled her with my double penetration dream. Again, however, I couldn't describe the men in the dream. I knew I'd seen them, closely too, and my inability to remember them or describe them frustrated me. Heck, they'd both kissed me and tongued every inch of my body – and I'd returned the favor.

Tom led the procession of his friends to our table. "What are you two lovelies talking about? Mar, you all right? You look flushed." He had a devilish gleam in his eye as though he knew exactly what we'd been talking about.

Mar announced she was fine, just having a premature hot flash. That remark made us all laugh even though it was transparent that we'd been talking about some salacious subject. Soon we were all talking about the company Christmas party that was coming soon. 

*

I rushed to bed that night for two reasons. First, I wanted to start dreaming – I wanted a sex dream. I was becoming addicted to my almost nightly erotic dreams and episodes. On the nights one didn't occur, I ended up disappointed. Second, I wanted to be well rested for my date with Tom on the following night. 

Sometime in the middle of the night I became consciousness of a circle of naked men in some large room; I was in the middle. I was reclining, nude, holding onto two long, hard cocks as I masturbated the men and alternately lapped at the cocks on either side of my head. Dreamlover suddenly ploughed his shaft in and out of my pussy at lightning speed. He'd already been on me for a while. I came and he did too, leaving me awash in a full load of the semen he deposited into my cunt.

He pulled away. To my surprise I said, "Next. Please someone fuck me. Fill my cunt." Another unknown man slipped his cock into me and commenced rapid pumping so he could build to a climax. Dreamlover's dick appeared in front of me and I inhaled the deflating rod, licking the combination of cum and my juices from his love stick.

If I thought I'd been a slut the night before, tonight I was Super-Slut. Six men took me on the ride of my life. As the minutes passed, I had cum in every orifice as well as spread from one end of me to the other. My hair even had streamers of semen shot through it. My ass was sore from the slaps, spankings, and ass fucks the men had given me.

At one point I was trying to do all six men: one cock pumping in my ass, one surging in and out of my cunt, one in each hand as I masturbated the men's slimy sticks, and I had Dreamlover and someone else in my mouth where I tried to harden them again after they'd already fucked me again. 

I felt wanton, wild, and slutty. I loved it. I'd always wanted to try something like this, and now I had. I even remembered thinking that I could get used to this, not every night but for an occasional reminder of how wonderful unbridled sex can be.

The men again started to cum in me or on me. Rough hands smeared the semen shots around my tits, and even brought some of the man juice to my mouth where I devoured the sticky substances. Somewhere around my tenth orgasm of the night I faded from consciousness again. In the morning, I'd written only one word on my bedside notepad: 'Gangbang.'

Mar telephoned to tell me she loved me and also to hear me recount the sexual adventure de jour. Towards the end of my story, I heard her squeak and moan. She confessed to me a few seconds later that she had been masturbating during our phone call. I confessed that I had too. She bid me a fantastic date with Tom that night, and we rang off promising to talk on Sunday.

*

Tom was punctual, picking me up in an old silver Porsche he'd borrowed from his brother. I was impressed. We had a light dinner and arrived at the theater ten minutes before the opening curtain. He let a valet take the car. We had box seats just off the left of the stage – a fantastic place to see the musical from. Every minute I felt more and more like a princess with this man. 

We held hands in the first act, and I nestled into his body for the next two, allowing him to stroke my arms and neck throughout the performance. He made my temperature rise. We kissed with increasingly frequency through the play. I thought how even a week ago I wouldn't have succumbed to this kind of public behavior, even with the lights down. My dreams had softened me up and made me more liberated in my thinking and life style. 

At the end of the play and the standing ovation the audience accorded the cast, we roamed backstage meeting the operatic cast. To my surprise, Tom was known to a few of the cast, in part because of some minor parts he'd played in community theater with some of the cast years earlier. We stayed about an hour at the cast and crew party, a time period that corresponded to three glasses of wine for me.

"Would you like to come back to my place?" Tom asked. "It overlooks the city and is beautiful this time of night." I nodded my acceptance. I'd expected the question and thought long and hard about the answer. Tom was close enough to Dreamlover that I had to see what might happen.

*

Tom had a penthouse apartment on the other side of the river from the main part of the city. His view of the city was indeed spectacular, particularly at night. We sat on his sofa facing the vista with most of the lights off, and one by one I allowed him to remove each piece of my clothing – as I did each piece of his clothing. He never made a move but that he didn't check with me in some subtle way to be sure this was indeed what I wanted. I did want this – badly.

We made love on his sofa. It was fast, exciting, and neither of us lasted very long. We both wanted it that way. I thought of the year plus we'd known each other and become friends – and now lovers. I was glad we were moving things to another level. This was so natural. The short lovemaking session was the result of a buildup of relationship energy over that year; perhaps we'd known way back when we met that we'd be here like this someday. 

I smiled to myself as I thought of Peter and Dave. This date, including the lovemaking, could have been with any of them. I loved them all, and making love with Tom made it seem as though my relationship with them had changed too.

Tom and I continued our passionate kissing and feeling of each other's bodies and organs, even in our afterglow. Tom eventually carried me into his modern bachelor bedroom and we made love twice again. 

All the hopes I'd had for a sexual encounter equivalent to those I'd been dreaming about were answered in those hours we spent together. I even felt a certain familiarity with the intimate parts of his anatomy. At Tom's insistence, I stayed the night and he enfolded me in his arms as he spooned in behind my naked body with his. We both slept.

We made love again in the morning, and then lay cooing and fawning over each other in our afterglow. I'd been straddling his body with mine during our latest bout of sex, and now the juices from our union seeped from my body down Tom's long cock. I periodically ground our pubes together to squish the fluids around our bodies, yet worked to keep us coupled. We both seemed to like that feeling.

"Ariel, I hope I'm not rushing things but I want you to know how deeply I care about you. I'm in love with you." He looked up at me with his dark eyes that I knew I could get lost in forever.

I kissed Tom for all I was worth and whispered, "I love you" to him as I shifted my body above his so my erect nipples scraped across his manly chest. We hugged tightly to seal our words. Tom was my Dreamlover. It was to him I was to give my love away unconditionally. I thought of one of my past dreams when that message had come so loud and strong.




Dreams Ch. 01



To some it may have seemed we were rushing the use of the "L" word, yet between our friendship and my dreams I did have that loving feeling. Further, I equated having sex with making love, so there was some crossover in my thinking.

Tom then said something that stopped me in my tracks. He spoke softly, even tentatively: "I've been dreaming about you these past few weeks." I jerked away so violently he initially thought I was falling off of him and grabbed for me.

"What do you mean? What dreams? Be specific!" I ordered in an elevated voice.

Tom looked worried. He said, "Calm down. I wish I knew you better, I'd tell you some details. These were ... well ... I'm embarrassed to admit they were dreams of a sexual nature." He paused as I studied him to see if he was messing with me in some way; had Mar put him up to this in some way? Had she shared with Tom the intimate descriptions of my dreams I'd shared with her? As I studied him, I decided his remarks must be genuine from the sincerity with which he spoke.

"Go on," I urged with a tinge of suspicion in my voice. "Tell me. I don't care that they were sexual, just tell me some of them." I surged my hips again, Tom's cock still in my vagina even in its flaccid state.

He said, "I've known you from work for over a year. I had this ... well, a flaky rule for myself that I wouldn't date women at work. I didn't want the complications that would occur if I broke up with someone I dated on less than hospitable terms." He looked deep in my eyes, "Anyway, I had a dream about four weeks ago, and you were prominent in it. I recognized you, and I even remembered it the next morning. I don't know what you thought, but that was one of the reasons I've started to stare at you in the cafeteria. I guess I was making sure you were real."

"And?" I urged, suspicion still evident in my tone.

"And then, I dreamed of you again ... and again. At first, it wasn't every night, but the frequency increased."

I ventured, "And, in your dreams the level of our sexual escapades increased too? We started to do kinky things?"

Tom nodded with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I started having dreams too," I admitted. "The timeframe is close to yours, even last night. I couldn't be sure it was you, but my Dreamlover as I call him certainly could be you."

Now Tom was on guard. He said, "You're kidding, right – just saying that to humor me along?"

"No," I said emphatically. "My dreams were VERY realistic – sometimes even with physical evidence of some kind which spooked me out. You can ask Marcella. I told her every day what I dreamt about. She didn't put you up to this, did she?"

"No, no!" He insisted. I believed him. After a pause he added, "A couple of nights she appeared in my dreams too. You were the central person – my love object, but she was there too."

"Did you dream about us having a lesbian encounter one night about ten days ago?"

"Yes," He said slowly with an air of disbelief. "And a couple of nights later I fantasized that the three of us made love together."

"Gangbang with me last night?" I asked, making a big jump.

I could see the color rise in Tom's face. He blushed, nodded, and quietly said, "Yes. You were spectacular. I didn't know all the other men."

"How many men were there – in your dream?" In one sense I couldn't believe I had the audacity to ask such a question of this man, yet I had to know whether we'd had identical dreams.

"Six of us – and in the end you found a way to have sex with all of us at once. You were wild – I guess we all were." Tom reached up and started to tweak one of my nipples. The move sent little rifle shots of pleasure through my body straight to my clit. I leaned in and kissed him, partly to let him know it was OK that he'd shared such lusty details.

I hadn't shared the particular details of my gangbang with Mar, but they were exactly what I'd recalled from my dream. This was eerie. 

He said modestly, "When I'd awaken in the mornings I had dreams, I would find the remnants of ... well, I'd cum in my sleep – a wet dream, I guess. But, I could sometimes tell there was another aroma – it wasn't all just me. Last night I discovered it was you – your juices. I don't know how that happened."

We talked more. Tom would tell me about a dream and I'd fill in details, and then I'd tell about one of my dreams and he'd fill in some of the details. Without doubt, we'd shared exactly the same sexual dreams.

I stroked Tom's chest as we both thought about what our words had implied. Finally, I asked quietly, "Do you hope I'm the girl of your future dreams?"

"Yes, Ariel. Yes, I do – in a sense. But, at the risk of blowing it, you should know I have some unconventional viewpoints about relationships, marriage, sex, and making love. I can guess how I got them, and I'm probably stuck with them although I could try to change. I'm hoping you can put up with them, because I really want to grow a relationship with you – a long-term relationship."

On that note, I uncoupled from Tom, lifting my nude body above his until his cock flopped our of my pussy back onto his belly; a dollop of our combined mixture of semen and my passion juice followed before I could block my opening with a hand. I rolled onto the bed beside him. We both laughed at my antics to not pollute the bed further than we already had with our body fluids. 

I slid off the bed and pulled us both into his shower. I was hungry and insisted that we dress and go someplace for breakfast. After a stop at my apartment for a change of clothes, we ended up in a place called the Broken Egg not too far from the local community college. Because it was Saturday, the coffee trade was down, and we actually were able to find a place to sit and talk privately.

After we got our bagel and egg sandwiches, I said, "OK, talk!" with a touch of humor to my voice. "I want to hear about your philosophy about relationships, and then we'll see where we're going to take our relationship." I ran a finger up Tom's arm in a loving gesture.

Tom had known our breakfast agenda on our drive to the restaurant, so he'd had some time to get his thoughts together by the time we were seated at a sidewalk table. He laughed at my prod into his inner thinking. I suddenly realized how confrontational I sounded and backed off as I also blushed. Such aggressive behavior wasn't normally my stay.

"There's some background you need," Tom began. "I was raised by ... well, you could call them hippie parents. It was pretty much a commune. We all lived in a big house in Eugene, Oregon – right on the edge of the Oregon campus. My mother and her boyfriend taught there. All told there were eight adults and ten kids in the house most of the time I grew up. It was a big, happy family."

He peered over his glasses at me and went on, "As I got older I realized the adults all loved each other, and, of course, they loved all the kids. I grew up with four dads and four moms. It was great. We were encircled with love."

"When I got old enough to understand what sex was all about, I realized the adults were all sleeping with each other – not at the same time, although sometimes they did. I just observed there was a lot of trading around going on – night-to-night, and even moment-to-moment. At first, I thought it was sort of gross or weird, but then I saw how much caring and love they all had for each other. All us kids were the beneficiaries of all that love and support. We all grew up pretty well adjusted to life and certainly well socialized."

"By society's standards things occasionally went way over the top. For instance, one of the mom's took me aside in my late teens and taught me all she knew about making love and sex. I'd been a virgin until then. Of course, like most kids, I knew some stuff. One of my quasi-sisters and I had messed around a lot with sex by then; you know, mutual masturbation and even what passed for a blowjob and eating pussy from her in those days, although we were pretty inexperienced."

I nudged Tom a little: "So, how did I measure up?" If he was such an expert, I thought I could at least improve my techniques under his tutelage.

Tom smiled and squeezed my hand. "You were wonderful, of course, and you should know that I don't compare. It all goes with my philosophy that there's no such thing as bad sex." We both laughed.

He paused and then took the lead again. "There's one more concept I need to toss out to you to set the stage for my philosophy about relationships. Do you know about memes?"

I nodded and volunteered, "They're ideas or concepts, right? Concepts that are culturally or socially based that are passed along from one person to the next – like a gene is physically passed along."

Tom nodded and said, "Right. All that is background to some of my ideas about relationships. I'll blurt them out, and you ask me about any principle you're curious about." I responded by encouraging him to go on.

"OK," He said. "Most of what I have to tell you is about memes that I don't abide. I'll start with monogamy. It's not my thing. I was raised in a polygamous environment and saw it work. In reality, we live in a polygamous society; most people just do their 'multiple relationships' one at a time, and when they break the one-at-a-time rule, all hell is apt to break loose."

"We know people can love more than one person at a time, but we exclude sex – in theory, although everyone also knows that it's not only nice, it's also a key ingredient in a serious relationship. Why not live with all the doors open? Why not create an atmosphere of love and live in it?"

"Monogamy or exclusivity for some people comes about because they don't feel their own self worth or feel they can sway with the ebb and flow of life's relationships. They have to lock them in, often using sex as bait for exclusive behavior – 'I'll only have sex with you if you don't see anyone else.' In my book, that's manipulation and I don't like it."

"Monogamy and exclusivity also create the backdrop for jealousy – a not very nice emotion. Instead of wanting to see you, my love, be happy – possibly through additional relationships, I pout, stamp my feet, and carry on in a purple rage until you behave according to my rules. Basically, I am asserting my 'ownership' rights on you, and I'm being manipulative about it too. None of that feels very healthy to me."

"I've known some couples where neither one tolerated relationships of any kind with outsiders. I don't mean sexual or even love relationships, just routine friendships. They were so jealous they made it impossible for each other to know anyone outside the marriage unless it was as a couple. Now those are relationships doomed for failure."

"Most of our media is couple oriented – advertisements, photos, websites, and on and on. Hell, they've even made it not all right even to be single. You have to couple up, and in most places it has to be boy-girl, although we're starting to accept gay and lesbian situations in the more liberated parts of the country. Alone is bad – we play on people's fear of rejection, lack of love, and failure to feel whole unless they're in a relationship. More manipulation." 

"Go on," I encouraged. I'd never taken the time to think about concepts like Tom was espousing.

Tom took a deep breath and continued again, "So many people expect the 'other' in a relationship to 'make' them happy. Now, I can 'share' your happiness and joy; however, I can't 'make' you happy. You've got to do that for yourself. It involves your mental attitude, not necessarily what I do."

I looked puzzled. "How's that work?"

"Well, suppose I fix dinner and I prepare liver and turnips, something most people don't like. Now you are happy that I fixed dinner, but unhappy that I fixed something you don't want to eat. So I made you happy one minute and unhappy the next. The truth is, it's your mental attitude that made you unhappy. If you loved liver and turnips you'd be ecstatic about my culinary efforts. Well, the same holds true for all the little things we watch our partners do. We can see them as either 'making us happy' or 'making us unhappy.' The truth is, it's our own thinking that does that."

I said, "But if I go off and fuck someone else, am I not making you unhappy?"

Tom laughed and said, "No, I make myself unhappy if I judge your behavior bad and unacceptable, or I make acceptance of your act conditional on whether you loved the other person or whether I loved them too. I can make it really complicated. I can forgive, but use your act of infidelity as a bludgeon to manipulate you for years to come. I'll try to trade on your guilt and my moral rectitude for decades. If you won't comply or I am so intolerant as to not forgive, I'll divorce you and try to take you to the cleaners."

He continued, "Usually, I'll insist on knowing the reason why you did it too. My own insecurity might make me feel unloved, but if I were rational I'd see you didn't do that. Judging, holding expectations of others, and needing to know the reason why, are three ways to make yourself unhappy and create a lot of anxiety for yourself. By comparison to all these negatives for your other relationship, I might instead share in your erotic joy, hope you had orgasms beyond your wildest imagination, and even hope you might share the whole encounter with me so I might also gain some erotic benefit from it – possibly while we make wild passionate love. And, one more step, I'd probably suggest you bring your lover into our relationship so we could both make love to you – just like in our dreams a couple of nights ago. And, just to set the record straight, that is more how I think."

I nodded understanding, but I still wanted to think about that aspect of what he was saying.

Tom took a sip of his coffee and went on, "We also propagate this idea of a 'soul mate' – an idyllic friend and romantic partner you are supposed to form a lifetime relationship with. Reality lies elsewhere. The term 'soul mate' enables society to preach the meme that relationships have to last forever and that marriage with a soul mate is the perfect end goal. Your partner should be your best friend and that's whom you should marry. That's bullshit! The divorce statistics show that all these memes are being routinely broken and unrealistic, not to mention the unknown stats for all the other people that stay in a relationship or marriage yet know their partner is someone far from what a 'soul mate' is defined to be."

"Somehow society expects two imperfect people to form a perfect relationship – and even to become soul mates. The world doesn't work that way. All relationships are flawed in some way, we just need to recognize that and move on. Everyone needs to work at nurturing their relationships, yet so often we sit back and put the duty entirely on the other person. Sometimes, a partner will only discover this about their mate after they've become married."

"We also have some crazy expectation that a relationship will last forever. Why not be happy that a relationship lasts for whatever period it does – a week, a month, a year, or a decade. Why force it go longer that it should? They are what they are. Sometimes broken relationships not only can't be fixed, they shouldn't be fixed. If it's in a marriage, it's time to end it – peacefully and amicably – and move on. Forever is a long time, and, most of the time, is an unrealistic expectation."

Tom sipped his coffee again and then went on, "Oh yes, why marriage? For tax reasons, I can see it, but otherwise I'm not a believer. Too often it's taken as ownership – slavery – and I'm back my problem with monogamy and exclusivity. I'm not sure I've seen a marriage that isn't loaded with restrictions."

I asked, "But what about commitment? Isn't marriage a commitment about love?"

Tom responded, "When does that commitment occur?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Probably for most people around when they get engaged."

"And what are they committing to?"

I paused and said slowly, "Monogamy. Exclusivity. To limit their love to only their fiancé."

Tom said in a measured voice, "To be owned by the other person? To obey a set of arbitrary rules? To set and abide by new boundaries? To feel guilty when I can't make you happy?"

I mumbled out something like, "Oh. I see the other side of the coin. But, it can't be all that bad. A lot of marriages survive."

Tom caught my eye and said, "Do you expect to get all your satisfaction in life from one person?"

I shook my head no.

"Well, commitment is nice, up to a point. The point is where I need to reach outside of the two-some we create to fulfill some other needs – even sexual needs, and I emphasize those only because there are so many taboos about them. I'd rather see 'commitment' mean I am devoted to helping you find your own growth, success, and happiness. I will go out of my way to introduce you to people that can help you in these areas, particularly when I can't."

After a pause, Tom added, "I love you. I don't need to be married to do that for you. I am already committed to you for all these things. "

I muttered "Wow" under my breath. This was some deep thinking.

Tom took a long drink and gazed around the intersection we were seated at. He made a jump of some kind in his thinking about his philosophy. "Of course, we have all sorts of rules about sex, and we break those rules all the time. You can't have sex outside marriage unless you're single – and in love. No sex on the first date ... for women – I think there's a double standard there too. Men need to be the aggressors about sex – women aren't supposed to be; it's unlady like. Sex is crucial for a relationship to work. Masturbation is naughty and should only be done in private." He paused. These are just some of the memes that any sane person would wisely examine and probably toss aside. Again, why saddle yourself with a rule when you don't have to?"

There was a long pause as we both sampled our breakfasts and coffee. As another thought popped into Tom's head, he laughed and said, "I can give you one more meme about sex that'll stretch your mind; why can't you have sex with your sibling? We have rules about no brother-sister sex, yet that's often where the most love in the world lies for some people. I understand the stricture that you shouldn't have children if you're that close genetically, but with all the methods of birth control available today, there shouldn't be an issue about forming a familial relationship, yet we close off that avenue of love for so many people."

I asked, "Didn't you have sex with your sister?"

Tom said, "I had sex with a couple of my sisters after we were of age. We'd been taught to love each other and we did, in every sense of the word. I loved two of my mom's sexually too. If I were to go back home or see any of them today, it'd still be acceptable behavior amongst us. Just because we live a thousand miles apart doesn't mean the love isn't still there."

"But they weren't your real sisters or mother. You called one your 'quasi-sister'."

"In every sense of the term, they were my sisters, just as though we shared the same parents. One of my sisters that I loved was, in fact, most likely my blood relative." Tom chuckled and added, "In the commune, the question of parentage was questionable for several of us kids. She and I did sort of look alike. No one was ever that curious to do the testing."

My eyebrows went up on that one, but as I thought about what Tom was saying I could see his point. I speculated about what sex with my older brother Josh would be like for a brief moment, and then decided to put that idea on the backburner to think about later. I smiled briefly on the idea, and how it would blow my brother's brain apart if I came on to him sexually. Personally, I liked the idea.




Dreams Ch. 01



Tom went on, "Oh, another area I wanted to come back to involves boundaries. As a new relationship is formed, we spend a lot of time setting up firm and unmoving boundaries – the rules inside a relationship. The boundaries are about all sorts of things: money, sex, children, how much of a couple we'll be, how we'll each spend out time, division of work, play, what we'll talk about, how emotional we can get, and on and on. After the boundaries are set, there's little forgiveness for moving outside those boundaries." 

He looked right at me and asked, "What ever happened to flexibility and adaptability? How about we renegotiate things every day or whenever we need to?" Tom thought for a moment and added, "Relationships aren't static, yet we treat them that way."

There was a long silence between us.

Tom smiled at me. I could tell he was pleased he'd stretched my thinking. He added,

"I was raised in a different paradigm from most people. It's hard to see the rules and liabilities of the paradigm you're living in when you're inside it. You've got to get outside it and look back – something that's hard to do."

"Yeahhhhh," I said slowly, drawing out the syllable. 

After breakfast we walked up to the beach. We left our shoes together in the sand and went to the water's edge. As we strolled along – sometimes holding hands – the small terns scurried ahead of us searching for some tasty morsel from the tidal waters.

I formulated a few questions as we walked, and now I started to ask Tom how these fit into his philosophy. "So given your philosophy, if we were an item what should I do when I'm on a business trip and I meet some hunky guy I like that wants to fuck me?" 

Tom laughed at my shameless use of the word fuck; however, he launched into an answer right away: "Go and enjoy, but let me explain. You and I share a connection – a connection we haven't even started to talk about. A connection at least as complex as the fact that we shared the same dreams and that we really click on so many levels – including physically. So, before you even leave on your hypothetical business trip, we would have hashed out our philosophy about our relationship – like right now. We would have agreed that we could have other partners providing we use safe sex, share the experience with each other later, and not use the experience to manipulate. I'd personally be aroused and glad you had an exciting trip."

I nodded acceptance of the answer, admitting to myself that I'd be aroused to, even if the tables were turned. I thought for a moment realizing I still had a lot of other questions. "Your philosophy points to fundamental changes in society, yet it's unlikely to happen. What about that?"

Tom said, "There are a lot of unconscious people in the world. They accept all these ideas and memes without thinking about them. Many are comfortable and secure in the haze of their unexamined life and actions. Two things: I don't want them to interfere with my thinking, and I plan to live my life directed by my own compass whether they try to interfere or not. Remember, just because a billion people think something is right, doesn't make it so. Remember the 'fact' that the world was flat."

I asked, "The evangelicals, at the least, believe most of your ideas are sinful and will try to talk you into couplehood just based on what's stated in the Bible."

Tom smiled broadly and said, "Ah, we're moving into the field of religion, another one of my favorite topics where I think the world needs some fresh thinking. Do you want the long version or the short version?"

"For now, the short version."

"OK, I'll talk fast. The Bible is a book written by a few mystics. It is mostly allegories and parables. It is not a literal account of what happened, although, unfortunately, hundreds of millions of people think it is. One might appreciate that most of the events in the book were written about a hundred or more years after they happened; in some cases, four hundred years – not exactly timely and accurate news reporting."

I started to say something, but Tom held his hand up and continued. "I believe Jesus for the most part is a mythical character. Many of this folk hero's accomplishments as well as his supposed trinity were defined at the Council of Nicea in the year 324 by a group of what today we'd call politicians. There's strong evidence, widely dismissed, that there were multiple Jesuses at the time he supposedly lived, none of whom claimed to be God or God's son. That's a spin that got added later. Further, the life that's portrayed about him in the Bible mimics that of at least sixteen other sages – real and mythical – that were chronicled in some cases even two thousand years before Jesus supposedly preached. One good book on this subject is entitled 'The Jesus Puzzle'. I've come to believe that a lot of the under pinning of Christianity is founded on very sandy soil. The leaders do a great disservice to their flocks. Someday, it'll all come crashing down."

"Lastly, all the prescriptions for behavior were written for a tribal agrarian society without the benefits of modern technology or the results of research about behavior, needs, love, customs, and so on."

I pushed, "So what the Bible says about couples and love is wrong on that basis?"

"No, just it's like getting advice from a lovelorn columnist two-thousand years after you send in the letter describing your situation; your answer may be a little dated and would you want to live by advice that may be no longer be relevant to you? Besides, the Judeo-Christians and some others conveniently ignore the fact that many religions, sects, and tribes have encouraged polygamy to propagate the tribe and protect the family. For instance, it was routine, even in Biblical times, for a man to assume his brother's wife and family if his brother died. The larger family became the new unit. Many Native American tribes used to do this too; some still do, we just don't talk about it."

"Just an added thought," Tom said, "I really think most Judeo-Christians are hypocrites. The one big message they teach, for instance based on Jesus and the Bible, is 'Love,' yet close to a Billion people have died in religious wars sponsored by them – that's more than from any other cause – even other causes added together. They're a brutal bunch – not much love there."

I said, "OK. OK. I get it, but you make it all seem so easy – your philosophy I mean. If it's so easy, why aren't more people doing it?"

Tom laughed and said, "Maybe they are, but they haven't told us."

I shot him a sidelong glance and saw he was amused. He squeezed my hand affectionately.

He said, "Let's walk back. If you're willing I'd like to make love to you again."

I swung us around gleefully and we headed for where we'd left our shoes.

Tom said, "You probably know that we think the U.S. population is made up of lots of nice married couples living nicely together with two point one children. However, less than a quarter of households fit the 'married couple with at least one child' model. We don't walk our talk. Not only that, if you think about it, it's not a very good model for everyone." 

After a few steps in the sand he said, "I guess my point is that as a society we are starting to shift to some other models for families, households, and couples. Lots of couples live together and don't get married. They even have kids together. But, that said, not a whole lot live in a polygamous situation. I read somewhere that the estimate is one or two percent, and all that means is my thinking is in the minority. Oh well. So what?"

I asked, "What about 'clingy' people? How would they fit into your philosophy? People that need to belong?"

Tom said, "Too clingy, and you have to ask 'why?' – is it no sense of self worth? If so, I doubt you'd trust yourself or your partner that much, thus any relationship would be problematic without a whole lot of rigid rules and restrictions for both parties. If people want to belong ... well, I think of the home I grew up in. We all belonged. It was a big, loving club. We pumped each other up to high levels of self-esteem too; it felt great. All the kids had really good self-images, and we skipped a lot of the angst that so many teens feel because of it. Of course, we teased each other a lot too."

"Did anyone have a bad experience?"

"I guess the folks that couldn't tolerate the open marriage model had cleared out of the commune before I came of age to understand what was going on – and how it compared to other, more customary models. My 'dad' was apparently one of them; I don't remember him, and he apparently left when I was about a year old."

I said, "Open marriage is the term, but isn't that just an excuse for sleeping around?"

Tom said, "No. The authors of the book that made the term popular – George and Nena O'Neill – really wrote about a new type of relationship they called an open marriage. It was based on synergy, love, growth, caring, compassion, and self worth. Partners were to encourage their loved ones to grow and expand their horizons on all fronts. External sexual relationships were a small part of their philosophy; however, that's what the media picked up on and suddenly they were espousing free love, open indiscriminate sex, and rock and roll."

I didn't follow up at this point. My mind was full of Tom's ramblings. I'd never known anyone that had such a clear idea of who they were, what they stood for, and how to put it all together. 

I made Tom drive me back to my apartment. I'd decided I wanted him to make love to me in my own bed. If I were going to dream about him making love to me there, I'd just as soon have a 'real' experience than a dream.  When I explained my request, he didn't even crack a smile; to him, it was a reasonable and rational request. After all, he'd had the same dreams.

An hour later we both had a lovely sheen of perspiration on our bodies as we lay panting beside each other. I could feel a rivulet of cum seeping from my recently invaded pussy, but I didn't care. When the wet spot enlarged on my bed because of it, I'd appreciate every droplet of man juice and girl juice that had created it. 

"Ariel, you are exquisite."

"So are you, and I bet you tell that to all the girls you fuck just so you get invited back for an encore performance."

"Not so," Tom protested. "It just might surprise you that it's been over six months since I've been with anyone."

"Oh," I said, "What about last night and this morning."

Tom jabbed a finger into my funny bone, making my whole body clench in reaction. He said, "You know what I meant. I'm not a sleep around kind of guy." After a silence, he added, "Besides, you've been in my dreams."

I rolled towards him and kissed him, my breasts again pushing against his manly chest. "Yeah, what do we make of that? I feel we should talk to someone, only there's no one to tell other than our friends. They'll just think it's strange. I think it's strange. What happened?"

"I don't know, and you can take my silence on the subject since we discovered we had the same dreams as proof of my own struggle with what happened. I like your idea; let's think about whether there isn't someone we could tell that might be able to help us understand what happened and what it means."

We lay awake and cuddled together for a while. Tom often kissed my forehead or the top of my head as I snuggled against him. With one hand, he also did his utmost to keep my left nipple in a state of high arousal.

The bedside phone rang.

"Should I?" I asked Tom. "It's probably Marcella."

"Go ahead?"

I reached for the cordless device, and pulled it to my ear. Tom shifted and spooned in behind me, his flaccid cock slipping between my thighs. Now, both his hands could reach my breasts, so his arousal efforts focused on both nipples.

"Hello?"

"It's me. Mar. What happened last night? How'd your date with Tom go?"

I snickered. "Who said it's ended?"

"You mean you've been with him all night? Did you ... you know, do it?"

"Just finished another round a few minutes ago?" I smiled up at Tom. He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I am so jealous. I even dreamed about the two of you last night? I assume he's close by?"

"Very close."

"Can he hear me?" Tom nodded and smiled over my shoulder.

"OK, no girl-talk until later."

"Tell me about your dream," I suggested.

"Well, the three of us made love to each other. It was really nice." She paused and added, "If Tom can really hear me, I'm going to be embarrassed."

"It's all right. He knows we had an encounter."

"Oh, great. Now that'll be all over work."

Tom took the phone from my hand and spoke to Mar, "Hey, I'm not that kind of guy. I wouldn't do anything to hurt your reputation or hurt you. Besides, I'm glad that you and Ariel made love."

Mar said, "Because it's kinky?" She giggled.

Tom said, "Well, that too, but mostly I'm glad for several other reasons. I'm falling rather hard for Ariel, and want her to be happy; and if making love with you makes her happy, then that makes me happy. I think the term for that is 'compersion'. Secondly, I like you and I feel the same way about your happiness. Lastly, I had the same dream that Ariel had when the two of you made love, so I knew how lovely it was for each of you; I was glad to hear you both did it for real."

"What do you mean, you had the same dream?"

"Just that. Ariel and I have been having the same dreams for several weeks – identical as far as we can tell, just from different perspectives so to speak."

"You mean ... all those ... sexual ... "

"Everyone one of them."

"Even the ones where she was alone?"

"I was watching – in my dreams."

"Wow. That's mind blowing."

I took the phone back. As I did Tom whispered to me, "You can have her over? Or we can go my place and I'll cook dinner for all of us? I need some recovery time."

"Mar, you up for dinner?"

"You mean you'd leave Dreamlover and another chance to make love?"

"No. All three of us, err, I mean dinner. Tom said he'd cook at his place. It's over by Bayfront Park." Tom snickered at my near double entendre.

"I'm in. What time?"

"Six?" I looked at Tom and he nodded. With Tom's help, I gave Mar the address, we talked about meal plans, and we hung up.

*

Tom proved to be quite a cook. He produced a light chicken and wine dish, complemented it with some angel hair pasta and lightly sautéed plum tomatoes. I produced a rather simple salad that he turned into a masterpiece by grating some aged parmesan cheese over it and tossing it with a wine vinegar and olive oil dressing he made before my very eyes. After a cell call to Mar while she was on her way over, she arrived with a selection of cookies.

We sat at the dining room table amid the candlelight Tom insisted upon as befitting a romantic dinner with two women. We continued a discussion that started after we'd gotten past the pleasantries of the three of us being together. During dinner, I'd put Tom's philosophy into my own words, inviting him to correct my errant interpretations of his views.

After kicking many of the concepts around, Marcella bore right in on one of the crucial issues: "So, how do you work a relationship?" She looked right at Tom when she asked her question; however, I knew it was also directed at me. 

Tom moved his jaw around as he sipped his coffee. After a minute of 'think time' he started his answer: "For starters, I don't think the answer is too different even if your fundamental philosophies that led you into the relationship are different."

"You have to want the relationship, and be willing to put effort into building and sustaining it. There's a mindset you need; some words that come to mind are: romantic, physical, confidant, flexible, tolerant, sharing, humble, respectful, confident, fun loving and sense of humor – not in any order.

"Next, I think communications is the big gorilla in the corner. Not only do you have to talk, you also have to listen – be an empathic listener. We hear a lot about that, so I won't dwell on it. I think you also need to be selfish – to mold the relationship into something that you want. You do this while at the same time you appreciate the happiness your mate has and try to add to it. If you're unhappy or faking it, things won't last long; that's why it's important you make it something you want."

Mar and I both nodded to Tom so he'd continue.

"Sharing some activities is key, whether family, sports, friends, or whatever, you've got to do some things together. That's some of the glue that holds your unit together – those shared experiences. Counter to that, I really believe each party in the relationship needs some alone time – for instance, men often create that by having a den or cave they retreat to when they want to be alone. Some need more of that time than others."

Mar asked, "What about common friends?"

Tom responded, "Nice, but I think there should be 'yours, mine, and ours.' What you're hearing is a plea for not too much 'couplehood.' Having the couple front is nice, but in the end you have to be your own person. You can't just be your own person at work; you have to have your own identify in each part of your life: family, career, education, friends, spiritual side of things, hobbies, intellectual stuff, recreation, and so forth. Do things together, but save some time for yourself in each area important in your life. Besides being personally satisfying, it'll make you a more interesting person to your mate."

He paused and walked to the sideboard in his dining area, and then he turned and continued his response, "It doesn't hurt to keep dating your partner long after you've past the dating stage. Be romantic, flirty, sexy, and devote time to each other. Of course, grow together. Set goals together and then work towards them. Hold hands! Be physical! Be a little unpredictable. And, more than anything, say 'I love you,' and then walk the talk."

He turned and brought a tray with some liqueur glasses on it to the coffee table in the nearby living room. The attractive room was lit only from the reflected light from the lights on the artwork on the walls. The lighting gave the room a warm and inviting atmosphere. He gestured us into that part of his apartment, as he returned and brought two liqueurs to the table.

I said, "All your relationship remarks were pretty 'couple' oriented, but your philosophy was broader, so to speak."

Tom sat between Mar and me on the long sofa. After he sat, he carefully poured out one glass of Grand Marnier. He responded to me, "It's hard to use vocabulary that allows for multiple partners. We don't teach it or normally use it when we talk about relationships. Our vocabulary around relationships can be limiting. In the same way the Eskimos have forty words for snow, and along the equator it's just 'snow.'"

He turned to me and said, "Now, I'm going to show each of you how to really appreciate fine liqueurs. I want you each to relax and close your eyes."

Just as I closed my eyes, I saw Tom take a sip of the orange liqueur. I felt one of his hands beside my cheek, guiding my face to his. I knew he was going to kiss me, and he did. What happened next blew my mind.

Tom's tongue probed into my mouth, and I willing opened to invite him in. Things happened so fast then. I realized for a fraction of a second that I could taste the liqueur on his tongue, and then he jetted a thimble full of the nectar into my mouth. The rich liquid went everywhere in me; in a fraction of second it went to my core, warming every corner of my body. Tom continued the kiss and then we broke apart.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw his look of love. He winked at me and turned to focus on Mar. Now I watched the act from beside him as he prepared to repeat the process with her. She sat with her head held high, neck extended, and eyes closed. 




Dreams Ch. 01



Tom whispered to her, "Mar, I'm going to kiss you, but I want you to keep your eyes closed for moment and just enjoy the sensation I'll bring you." She nodded her understanding, possibly expecting that the kiss might have something to do with the liqueur.

He took a sip, and then leaned into her, guiding her lips to his. I could see his tongue moving into her mouth. Just the sight picture made me recall the event from only a minute earlier when he'd done it to me. The feeling made me horny and appreciative of the experience he was giving Mar.

I saw his cheeks flex as he spurt the fluid from his mouth into Marcella's. She moaned, and then I watched as she clutched onto Tom, literally falling towards him. I saw her swallow, and then saw a shudder go through her body.

The shudder was a telltale sign. I wasn't an expert on her physiology; however, based on the weekend we'd spent together only a couple of weeks earlier, her shudder was a give away that she was having a small orgasm. I was so glad for her I smiled. I felt a glow inside.

I leaned forward and whispered to Tom, "She just came. Hold her."

Tom not only held her, he kissed her again with great fervor. They moaned into each other's mouths. The kiss and Mar's orgasm went on for half a minute. I could see Mar's body visibly relax even further. Tom allowed her to recline back into the sofa cushions.

Mar's eyes opened slowly and she looked at me. "Oh, baby, that was so good. Thank you for sharing him with me."

"He did that all on his own," I told her in a soft, loving voice. "He really likes you, you know. He likes both of us." I smiled at Tom and got a loving look in return.

I turned back to Mar. She and I held each other's gaze for a long time. Some kind of ESP took place. I'd never had that feeling before. We shared our thoughts, yet there wasn't a word spoken. I nodded to her.

Mar turned to Tom and said, "Will you make love to me too – to both of us?"

Tom had missed the subtle communication between the two of us, but he was more than ready. He had two gorgeous women at his disposal, we'd had a fantastic intellectual discussion about sexuality and relationships, and we were both so receptive to his whole persona and philosophy.

He nodded to her, and then leaned in and kissed her again. I heard her say, "Do it again with the liqueur." A few seconds later, I watched as Tom again thrust his talented tongue into her mouth and followed the act with a jet of Grand Marnier. She moaned.

When they were through, I heard Mar say, "Now do it to Ariel." He did and I loved it just as much the second time and the first. 

As Tom and I kissed I started to unbutton his shirt. When our kiss broke, he pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. "Are you sure? I mean the three of us ..."

"Yes, very," I affirmed. I was conscious and hyper aware of what was happening around me to an extent I'd never known. I saw every detail, every nuance, and savored every word and whisper between each of us. I knew this would be a memorable night in so many ways. It would be a turning point for all of us.

Tom shrugged off his shirt. I leaned in and kissed each of his nipples for a change. I rubbed his abs and then let my hand drop to the belt buckle of his pants. A few seconds later, Tom stood between Marcella and me in his sexy briefs.

Marcella pulled Tom's head down and the two French kissed. She then kissed me passionately as well. We looked in each other's eyes. I knew she was asking permission. I gave it to her with a smile and nod.

Mar turned and pulled Tom's briefs to the floor. His inflating cock popped up before her. Her mouth caught the wavering shaft in mid-air and engulfed him. She bobbed up and down two or three times, and then I marveled at how she inhaled the entire long shaft into her mouth and throat. She made it look so effortless. 

Tom moaned. Mar oscillated back and forth on the rod. Every fourth or fifth suck she made, she made the entire rod disappear. She salivated all over the tumescent penis, strands of his pre-cum and her spittle forming thin necklace like strands between her mouth and Tom's body.

I kissed Tom as he stood before Marcella. I took a sip from the liqueur on the coffee table and kissed him again, this time jetting the hot liquid into his mouth. My tongue played with his; my hands rubbed his chest; we swayed together. Personally, I was amazed Tom could keep his balance and head together as the two of us worked on his body.

I reached under the light dress I was wearing, pulling aside my thong and pushing two fingers into my cunt. A second later, I presented the fingers to Tom, gently pushing them into his mouth. He sucked on them as he moaned.

He whispered, "If you ... Marcella ... if you keep that up I'll cum soon. If I have the two of you, I'll need some time ... you know ... to recover."

I had started to strip. In seconds I was nude and again next to Tom, my erect nipples rubbing into his arm.

Mar stopped her blowjob. She protested slightly, "I'll stop, but sometime I want a full load to chew on. Right now, I'm rather hoping you'll give me a full load somewhere else." She again looked at me for confirmation of my willingness to have her participate in such sex games with my very new boyfriend.

I said to her, "Mar, get out of your clothes. You're the only one here that's dressed." She got the message. Her clothes flew in all directions.

Tom said, "Let's take this to my bedroom." As Marcella's naked body came into view, he pulled us both to him, kissed us both, and guided us down the short hallway to his nest.

Marcella jumped on the bed and rolled onto her back. "Tom, fuck me. I so want you right now."

Tom accommodated her wish sooner than she might have guessed. Stopping only for half a minute to lap at her pussy, he swatted at her pussy with his bat-like penis, and then thrust into her suddenly. His move practically lifted the small girl a foot up the bed. She gave a small shriek of delight and a look of sexual satisfaction swept over her face. 

Mar's legs wrapped behind Tom. He banged into her at a rapid pace, just like the first time the two of us had made love. Both he and Mar were driven towards a climax. Mar was the first to cum. She howled with satisfaction as her orgasm arrived. Tom ignored her and kept pounding into her body. She came again ... and again. She greeted each climax with a squeal of delight and words of pleasure.

Finally, Mar had to stop him. "Oh, God. Tom. Stop, please. I can't take any more. The sensation ... it's so wonderful ... I'm ... fuck ... please, I need a rest. I love fucking with you ... but you have to stop. You hit rub right on my clit in this position."

Tom yanked his cock from Mar's juicy cunt. The move was sudden, and, except for her pleas, was unexpected. Mar peaked again. "Oh God, you are so good."

I'd been standing beside the bed fingering my slit lightly as I watched the two of them make love. He reached out and pulled me onto the bed with the two of them. We kissed. He said, "Ariel, I love you."

A second later, I lay prone beneath his naked body as his cock sank into me. We went from zero to sixty in about two seconds. I was juiced, so lubrication was not an issue; in fact, my juices had started to flow down my leg as I watched Mar and Tom fuck. We just started to crash into each other's bodies, pulling apart only to crash again. The bedroom again filled with the sound of bodies smacking together. We went on and on and on.

Eventually, Mar rolled to me and we kissed, and then her hand cupped one of my breasts and she started to suck on it – as if my nipple needed further excitement to be erect. 

Tom said in a hushed voice through his exertions, "I wish there was a way I could fuck both of you at the same time."

I thought for a minute and said, "There is ... sort of." I turned to Mar, "Are you ready for some more stimulation." She nodded enthusiastically; a few minutes respite had been all she'd needed to be ready again.

"Tom," I said, "Lie on your back." He did and then I positioned a few pillows and Mar so that Tom's cock nested into her slit and rubbed right up against her clitoris. I held him there as he made a few upward thrusts proving that he could hit the right spot on her body.

I then positioned myself so my legs also wove over Tom's pelvis from the opposite side of Tom from Mar. I pushed up against Tom's cock from my side, not only pushing his penis tight against Mar's clit, but also pushing my own clit against his rod.

Tom started his upward thrusts. I was already on my way to an orgasm just from the whole scene. I knew I wouldn't last long. One of Tom's arms found my breasts; he pinched and stroked my breasts. I could see him doing it to Mar too. We were a mass of moaning and groaning bodies.

Tom came. Tom came in buckets. His penis erupted sending the first jet of cum four feet into the air – and this from a guy that had already cum several times in the past day. The next couple of spurts from his body also achieved some elevation, and like the first the juices fell back onto our bodies. He kept cumming until the three of us were covered in his creamy, white, man-juice. 

He fell back on the bed from watching the eruption of his cock between our pussies. "Good God, women, THAT was magnificent. I actually felt I was pleasuring both of you."

"Oh, you were kind sir," I told him as I pulled away slightly and untangled my legs from Mar's. Mar confirmed the feeling.

Mar said, "However, due to a slight imbalance in timing, neither of us came. You were hitting the right spots but ..." She looked at me with a lecherous gleam in her eye. She continued, "But we'll just have to finish what you started without you."

In a fraction of a second, Mar and I were in a '69' position with each other on the bed next to Tom. Our mouths and tongues quickly moved to suck up every droplet of Tom's cum from each of our pubes. 

As we each finished, our tongues started to lap at the girl juices flowing from our bodies, and then the focus shifted to clits. Fingers started to jam into our vaginas. 

I could feel my freight train racing towards the tunnel. My breath became short. I kept licking, lapping, and jabbing with fingers into the beautiful pussy in front of me. I was driven to make Mar climax.

I heard Mar whisper, "Close. Very close."

"Cum," I commanded her as my back arched and the electric ecstasy surged between us. I came – I came big time. My eyes closed and heaven found every corner of my mind.

Mar came too, falling off between Tom and me as our entire sexual zones spasmed with pleasure. I allowed my fingers to separate from her pussy, bringing the dripping fingers to my own mouth to enjoy. I lapped once; however, Tom pulled my hand to his lips and licking at the mixtures he found there.

"You don't think that's gross?" I asked him in almost a whisper.

"No, not with either of you ... and certainly not in such a sexually peaked moment. There is no fluid or act I would find offensive." He kissed each of my fingers and then pushed my hand back toward Mar's cunt. I repeated the act for him, bringing our nectar to his lips.

Being sexually sated has a soporific effect on so many people. It certainly did on the three of us. We each woke enough to get comfortable on Tom's large bed by spooning in behind or in front of someone we'd just loved. Tom ended embracing all of us and we slept, and as usual I got the wet spot.

To be continued. The list of characters begins with the next chapter.



Dreams Ch. 01



Chapter 1 -- Melanie's Dream

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." -- Arthur O'Shaughnessy

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His weight on my body was a long-awaited welcome, our bare flesh igniting as our skin touched. His chest pressed against my breasts as I felt his hips start to move, his hard member sliding across the lips of my increasingly wet slit.

"Fuck me," I whispered.

Smiling, he raised himself on his arms as hips moved with more force. Our skin flickering in the light of the candles, his body silhouetted above me. 

I felt the pressure of his stiff flesh first against, and then as if in slow motion, separating my lips and sliding into my canal. He pulled back slightly, our fluids mixing together as he bit my nipple lightly, once again thrusting his pelvis, forcing the walls of my vagina apart with an incredible pressure, tingling sensations moving through my body. 

I wrapped my legs around him, spreading myself open to him as my high heels pressed into his ass, pushing his hard cock further into me. His body started moving faster, his cock gliding in and out of my vagina as my breasts rocked back and forth in response to his thrusts, both of us moaning in pleasure.

VAGINA?! BREASTS?!

I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling.

"What the hell?" I thought, gasping, trying to catch my breath.

I looked down seeing the familiar hair on my chest—my FLAT chest—as welcomed relief. My cock was rock hard as I lay in bed gasping from panic, trying to gather my thoughts. 

"Yes, I have a cock, not a vagina; male, not female," my thoughts raced through my head, the litany being repeated over and over. 

I slid off the sheets, feeling a sharp coldness slide against my thigh knowing from previous dreams it was precum or worse on the sheet as I sat up, looking at the clock. Three fifteen AM. The dreams were getting more frequent and worse, their intensity made them seemingly more and more real. I had actually FELT as if I were a woman, some guy thrusting into me. What the hell was going on?

Obviously the dreams were a figment of an oddly overactive imagination. In most circumstances, a beautiful woman being fucked by a guy wouldn't bother me, even turn me on; however, in the dreams *I* was the woman getting fucked, not the guy doing the fucking.

Why was I dreaming about men fucking me? I wasn't gay—far from it, having an active libido and been with quite a few women both in and after college. Sure I was on a dry spell, but that was more from being busy than lack of interest, I surfed porn, watched an occasional Skinomax flick, all normal MALE interest in FEMALES. I was solely interested in woman. I loved the feel of their skin, the softness of their bodies, the rasp of their nipples on my tongue, the taste of their pussy. Why the hell was I dreaming I was one?

It was not fixation on any one person, as I was never the same woman twice, nor was I ever with the same man. Sometimes I was a blonde, sometimes a brunette, tonight I was an auburn haired girl. I remembered my—no, HER I corrected to myself—hair across my face as I--no, as SHE—gasped with pleasure. 

I had a sudden image of my next door neighbor Suzanne with similar hair. In fact, her body type is similar to the one I had in my dream. Although I had never seen her naked, I had admired her many a time, even seeing her in a bikini once—which was spectacular—so maybe that was where my imagination was drawing its images.

Looking out the window, I saw her boyfriend's car in her driveway. Yup, there was the reason I had not tried to hit on her.

Thinking back to the dream I recalled candles flickering across our—no, THEIR—skin. 

On an odd whim, I looked back out my window, glancing over to Suzanne's bedroom window seeing the unmistakable wavering glare of candles against the curtains.

What the...? Coincidence, purely coincidence.

If it were a single occurrence dream I would have shrugged it off as lustful longing, having helped carry Suzanne's groceries into her house in the afternoon. I am definitely not a boy scout, offering not out of kindness but as an opportunity to appreciate at her tight body up close. I had let her lead, again not out of any thought of being gentlemanly, but to admire her firm ass as I followed her into her house with the bags. My thoughts had been solely focused on wondering what it would be like to fuck her, an image of her legs wrapped around me with her high heels digging into my ass—very similar to the dream I now realized!

Suzanne had been wearing a tight dark blue lace tank top with a black ballerina-like tulle skirt flaring around her shapely thighs. When she walked up the steps the skirt ruffled out enough for me to catch brief glimpses of her upper thighs and tight panty-covered ass from under the dress—just enough to tease without exposing herself. Adding to the erotic package she had been wearing a pair of black stiletto heels—exactly the same heels wrapped around the man in my dream I realized with growing horror.

The trend of my carnal thoughts about her would have been an obvious trigger for an erotic dream for any man; however, why the hell was I dreaming of being HER and getting fucked, not ME doing the fucking? 

Again, if this were a single occurrence I could shrug it off as a lustful fantasy; however, dreams like this had been haunting my sleep for the past couple months. Although all different dreams—never the same scene twice—they all had similarities. The dreams were always sexual, with me being the woman getting serviced by men. And they felt real, both within the dream and after waking up, where I could recall every feeling I—I mean the woman—felt.

I laughed, thinking of the movies where somebody's mind was swapped with somebody else's body. Having read a few "Mind Control" erotica stories with various interesting twists, I could not recall reading a story or watching a movie where a guy kept becoming a girl being nailed. I chuckled, thinking it would make an odd sex story or porn movie.

Some of the women—like Suzanne—seemed familiar, others strangers, but why the hell was I dreaming of being a woman? I loved sex; I loved women. Seeing a naked man did absolutely nothing for me, although I did enjoy women getting fucked, that was not the same.

I recalled some comic once saying he could prove his straight-as-an-arrow buddy was "gay," the conversation going something like this:





Dreams Ch. 01



My subconscious was obviously agreeing with the girls, it was time to get back into the scene. It was not like I had to look hard, hell, every guy at work had tried to hit on me once or twice, but I had turned them all away. The pain of somebody you thought loving you then dumping you was too much hurt to want to set myself up for that suffering again. Besides, most of the guys at work were like those at this club, looking for a quick score before moving on. 

Other than Tom I quickly corrected, who worked over in Jennifer's subdivision. Whereas the guys were all 'players' Tom seemed more real, but the pain of Mark leaving was still too real to take any relationship for granted. Yeah, I needed to just have a few short flings to get my mind and thoughts off Mark once and for all; the girls were right.

"Hey, wanna dance," a deep voice came from over my shoulder, breaking my reverie of self-pity. Glancing back, I saw a guy smiling. He was cute in a GQ sort of way, and I was about ready to turn him down when Jennifer spoke up.

"She'd love to!" Jennifer told the guy.

I glared at Jennifer who ignored me, nodding her head at the guy as he stepped back to let me get off the barstool. "Go on, you need this," Jennifer whispered.

Slightly pissed off, I realized Jennifer was right; I needed to put my baggage behind me and get on with my life. Mark was not going to miraculously appear at my door divorced and wanting to get back together—it was a college fling and nothing more in his eyes, it was time to go forward from this stationary rut.

"What the fuck," I muttered getting up. Dancing with somebody would at least keep me preoccupied instead of drowning sorrows in margaritas. Looking up at the guy, his gaze was focused blatantly on my cleavage, and instinctively I stuck out my chest and inhaled. His eyes on my body gave me a sudden, almost forgotten thrill—I enjoyed men's attention to my body, a fact blatantly endorsed through my wardrobe, chosen purposely to show off my body and curves.

"I wouldn't mind seeing her naked," she thought...wait, "she?" Obviously I misthought "he" in my mind as the guy stood waiting. Must be the tequila I concluded.

In college I had been a wild sorority girl, at least until meeting—no, I was not going there I admonished myself. Taking a courage gulp to finish my margarita, I turned back towards the waiting stranger. The firm pressure of an arm wrapping around my waist brought me back to reality as he led me to the dance floor.

The music was fading to a new song and I recognized "Sofi Needs a Ladder" by Deadmau5 as I started moving my body to the music. I love dancing, and the mixture of alcohol, environment of the club with the flashing lights and throbbing bass, as well as an attractive man dancing with me soon had me getting into the party atmosphere.

The guy was obviously enjoying himself, acting like a kid in a candy store as his eyes traveled all over my body, never staying in one place for very long, although his gaze always came back to my chest. I had not worn a bra today, as I had dressed for work and not a night on the town. The dress was thick enough so I would not be head lighting anybody at work, but not tight and supportive enough for dancing and bouncing around. 

I continued catching the stranger's eyes all over me as I danced, one moment watching my breasts bounce, the next staring at my ass as I rotated around, and yet other times taking in the whole package. 

I imagined seeing myself dancing, my body gyrating to the music in the tight pleated dress I had on, Melanie's body covered in a thin sheen of sweat...wait, was I thinking about myself in the third person? Screw it I decided, it's been a while since I had tequila, alcohol did some strange shit at times.

Before long I was thoroughly enjoying myself, getting into the moment as I let my body go, dancing to my fullest to the heavy club beat. As I swayed I raised my hands over my head running them through my hair and felt the cute guy grab my hips. I would have backed away, but something in the back of my mind told me to go for it and realizing the girls were right, I threw caution to the wind, instead moving into his embrace, his hands sliding back to cup my butt, pulling my body closer against his.

I felt my pulse quicken in response as I danced so close against him. My tits were rubbing across his chest, his grip on my ass causing my pelvis to press against his crotch to his obvious enjoyment, sensing the hard-on through his slacks. I could not help but grin, enjoying the attention as I slowly turned around, grinding my ass into his crotch. 

His hands were still on my hips and a sudden evil inspiration from nowhere came to me as I grabbed his hands, slowly sinking into a crouch. I held his hands stationary as they slid up my body until to his obvious delight I guided them to my chest so he was cupping my breasts through the dress.

I let out a moan—had it really been so long the slight touch of a stranger caused me to be this turned on? The tingling between my legs was an affirmative as I slowly rose back up—to the guy's obvious disappointment. He cupped my ass again as I turned and straddled one of his legs, sliding up and down his leg seductively.

The song ended and New Boyz' "Backseat" began as I started dancing slow and seductively against the stranger, even though the song was a fast one. His hands were still rubbing and cupping my ass as I danced against him. Turning around with my arms raised again, I felt a moment of shock as his hands suddenly grasped my breasts, massaging them before the entire crowd, to the delight of several other guys in front of me.

Although I had teased him earlier by allowing the feel, at this point I knew it was time to lay down the boundaries and pull his hands off, maybe even go back to the table with the girls. 

Immediately a thought popped into my head at seeing her being groped on the dance floor, swaying seductively would be such a turn on. 

It was as if a light switch had been flipped.

The thrill and exhibitionism abruptly turned me on as I bent forward pressing my chest further against the stranger's hands while rubbing my ass against the his crotch. The action was a green flag to him, allowing free reign on my chest. The guy was obviously enjoying showing off his freedom with my body to the crowd as he kneaded my breasts firmly together, my flesh almost overflowing from the dress. 

I could not believe the feeling of somebody touching me after so long, and the thought came to me again of seeing Melanie dancing with another man groping her sending a thrill through me. Odd, why was I thinking of myself in the third person?

The next song was a slow one, "Right There" by Nicole Scherzinger and my body started moving seductively to the sultry beat of the song as my partner continued his attention on my quivering chest. Without a bra to hold my breasts in place, they moved freely wherever the guy squeezed, the soft material rasping across my nipples sending thrills all the way to the core between my legs. Several times his thumbs would caress my bare flesh as he continued to feel me up, causing gasps to come out of my mouth at the unexpected sensation.

Opening my eyes and looking out on the dance floor, I saw a several men openly watching us—or more to the point me and my fondled tits. I was about to break away, calling it enough when again the strange thought came into my head how hot I would look on the dance floor, the meek Melanie finally letting her body go.

So instead of pulling away, I leaned my head back into the guy's chest, continuing to dance, swaying back and forth and rubbing my ass against his crotch. I would have remained like that for the whole song until I felt his thumbs slide across the top of my breasts again, then unexpectedly hooking beneath my dress, sliding across my hard nipples. More in shock than embarrassment, I spun around to the crowd's verbal chagrin.

Looking up at the guy—I still did not know his name—he was smiling in obvious delight and lust as his hands continued to massage my body, this time focusing on my lower back. Uncharacteristically I realized I was enjoying the attention, completely lost in the moment as an odd image kept popping in my head on this was how I wanted to see her/me. 

As such, I did not hesitate when he leaned forward, his tongue invading my mouth freely as I responded in turn. His hands squeezed my ass, drawing me closer against him as we made out on the dance floor. 

I wondered how far I would let this go, another inspiration in my mind wanting to see Melanie—me—go all the way. I really needed to cut down on the drinks I thought due to these strange thoughts.

I continued to dance while making out with him as I felt the man guiding me slowly backwards to the beat of the song. Coming up for air, I took a glance back, seeing him herding us to the side of the dance floor where there was a dark corner. Immediately my thoughts turned back to Stephanie's comment earlier at lunch about "nooks and crannies" being filled, my skin tingling with goose bumps.

As the guy resumed probing the inside of my mouth, our tongues dancing, I was about to move away when again, as if a switch were flipped I thought "what the hell" and gave in, letting him press me against the wall as one of his hands entwined itself into my long auburn hair.

I vaguely recalled several things. The song had changed to "Mirrors" by Natilia Killis, the stranger's hands were all over me, sliding across my ass, reaching up to fondle a breast, holding my head. I imagined what it would look like seeing me/Melanie being such a slut, she/I had the body for it, why not use it? My thoughts were in such turmoil.

As the man moved down to kissing my neck, I looked over his shoulder, seeing several men sitting at tables nearby watching us. An odd thought came into my mind how much I wanted to join them and watch what was going on, but my head was grabbed again as the man kissed me more deeply.

I moaned against his mouth as his groin pressed into my pelvis while his tongue invaded my mouth. His erection was obvious between the material of his slacks and my dress. 

Suddenly the shock of skin on skin overwhelmed me as I felt his hand on my bare ass, realizing he had raised the hem of my dress up. The material was bunched around my lower back as I again looked over his shoulder, verifying that although people were watching, his body apparently blocked my current wardrobe malfunction. 

Again a sudden thought popped into my head how exciting it would be seeing her/Melanie exposed from the waist down in the club. Maybe I was an introverted exhibitionist I thought abstractedly when the man's voice broke my thoughts.

"I have a condom," he whispered into my ear.

Holy crap, this was going way too far. I was about to blurt "No!" when again a peculiar thought came into my head, the desire to see Melanie/me used. Somehow before I could even gather my thoughts my mouth formed the words echoing through my head as I did nothing more than moan "OK."

What the hell was I doing? I was undoubtedly aroused, shit, my crotch was soaking my lace thong, and I would definitely enjoy it after so long. But this was totally unlike me, just a few drinks and I was willing to fuck a stranger in a dark corner?

My attention was distracted as the man moved back, his hands going between us as I realized he had unzipped his pants and was rolling on the rubber. My breath caught as he looked me in the eye, slowly sinking to his knees. I suddenly had a complete view of the dance floor, but other than the few people sitting nearby or passing by on the way to the dance floor, we were in essence alone.

My mind was brought back to the moment as his hands hooked around the waistline of my thong, rolling it down my hips, then down my thighs. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall feeling the material spring away from my crotch as he continued lowering the lacey material down my legs. His hands slid down my legs, sending a shudder through me as he gently grabbed an ankle and with barely any hesitation raised my foot, stepping out of the small, knowingly wet, lace. The same was repeated for the other foot.

Standing up, he slid the white lace into his pocket, smiling, "A souvenir of the hottest girl in the club," he said.

Before I could say anything in return, he moved forward, his hands grasping my bare hips. I groaned feeling as his condom-covered cock moved between my legs and as if guided by another presence I reacted without thought, hooking one leg around the back of his knee. Reaching down, I grasped his cock to his obvious delight, guiding him forward.

He entered me easily more from how aroused I was than the lubricant from the condom as I groaned into his shoulder, the foreign flesh sinking into my neglected pussy. I began moving my hips, riding the cock as he held me against the wall. My arms wrapped around his neck, taking his mouth into mine as he moved rhythmically back and forth.

"Oh God yes," I moaned into his mouth as he fucked me. I could not believe how wonderful it felt as he pummeled my core, my body alive as I felt the build up to the first orgasm with a man in two years.

To hide my uncontrollable moans, I buried my face back into his shoulder, feeling my entire body quivering as his thrusts moved faster and faster. His pumping was so fast my pussy barely could clench on his member, not recalling ever being in such a state of excitement.

My orgasm climbed further and I looked over his shoulder, seeing Mary and Jennifer on the dance floor, both of them giving me a "thumbs up" as I was unashamedly fucked in public. I was on display to my own friends as I let a complete stranger fuck me.

Again the thought came to me of wishing to be seeing it as well.

I also noted several guys now watching as well as the stranger fucked me against the wall. Instead of being embarrassed, once again it was as if a completely foreign thought entered my head as the open display brought me over the edge, my pussy clenching down as the orgasm took over my body, my moans of pleasure clearly reaching several on the dance floor, and recognizable as to what was happening as they looked over and cheered.

Suddenly the guy slammed into my pubis, gripping my ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wide as I felt his cock pulsing its orgasm inside my canal. I squeezed, performing Kegel exercises on my vaginal muscles, milking him as we both rode our orgasms to completion.

Afterwards, he slid out, giving me another kiss as he pulled my dress back down. Giving one more kiss, he smiled, "Thanks, that was wonderful." then turned and left, leaving me to catch my breath while I leaned against the wall.

Once I was composed I made my way out to the dance floor, joining Mary and Jennifer. Several guys clapped as I went by, my entire body flushing in embarrassment as I tried to ignore them, too caught up in the afterglow to care who saw me get ploughed in public.

"Damn girl, I knew you could do it," Jennifer said in greeting as we started dancing.

"That's the Melanie I knew in college," Mary said, having known me for most of our four years of college. "Though I lost $20 to Jennifer here, I didn't think you'd get back on in the saddle—or should I say on the saddle horn—tonight. I'm happy for you!" Mary said, giving me a hug to the clapping of several guys around us.

"So how was it after all this time," Jennifer pressed.

"It was—wonderful," I laughed as they joined in.

When the song ended, we all made our way back to the table where Mary and Jennifer were eager and quick to tell the others my "adventure with strange" as they put it.

As they chatted, I again wondered what had overcome me. I wasn't a virgin, and had plenty of meaningless sex in the past, but I had been on my own self-inflicted dry spell for the last two years. One night in a bar should not have caused me to change so suddenly.

Still, the thought of fucking her was an incredible turn on. Wait—fucking her? I meant "him" obviously I thought, wondering again at some of the strange ideas of gender going on in my head. I took a drink of my margarita, refreshed since my not-so-indiscrete lay, and began chatting with the girls.

As we talked, I absentmindedly hooked my heels on the rungs of the barstool. My attention was drawn to the table across from us with several guys, who were cheering and raising their glasses towards our table. At first I thought they were flirting for a group pick-up, but then I noticed they were toasting me in particular. I felt my heart skip wondering if they had watched me fucking by the wall, feeling a moment of embarrassment until a cold breeze hit me right on my slit as I remembered the guy taking my thong—I was now flashing myself to the table across from us!

"Shit!" I said crossing my legs, to the obvious laments of abandonment from the table next to us.

Seeing the other girls' curious brows, I reluctantly explained what happened as they all burst out in laughter at my expense. 

"Well, going commando is definitely a time saver here!" Stephanie laughed and I had to join in. 

We were still giggling at my social faux pas when the waitress brought over two more pitchers of margaritas. "From the boys at the next table," she told us in explanation, feeling my face redden.

Pouring ourselves all a drink the other girls turned and raised their glasses to the guys, who considered that an open invitation to join our table. 

I was still humiliated at inadvertently exposing myself to these guys; however, the drinks flowed freely and the conversation never returned back to my exposure and I began to relax, loosening up and joining the conversation. 

There were six guys in the group, so the other girls laughingly told me I could have the spare for my "cumming out" party as Jennifer thoughtfully put it, the double entendre not lost on any of the girls. Stephanie stated it was only fair since I was the one who had put out the bait by flashing them, causing my embarrassment to resurface.

Even so, the two guys on each side if me—Brad, a tall blonde and Tim, a stockier brunette—were good conversationalists, and I soon found myself warming up to the banter and party atmosphere. To my surprise they were brothers, and the whole group was there for Tim's birthday.

"Well, happy birthday!" I told him. Without a thought, I pulled him down, planting a slow kiss on his lips. Surprised at the softness, and still tingling from my recent tryst, I impulsively stuck out my tongue, invading his mouth as his hands gripped my bare shoulders. I'm not sure what was coming over me, but I felt a thrill running through me again, not surprisingly as a round of sex always causes me to be increasingly hornier. In fact, during my wilder days one fraternity had nicknamed me the Energizer Bunny, because I could keep going and going and going.

As the current song drew to a close, one of the other guys suggested we all go dance, and the girls agreed, quickly taking their chosen partners and leading them to the dance floor, leaving me, Brad, and Tim alone.

"Would you like to dance?" Brad asked.

"I'd love to," I replied, "but who's first?" I said looking at them both.

"Well, if you don't mind, both of us," Tim said. "We do everything together," he grinned. 

Thinking back later, I should have realized he was hinting at more than dancing, but after several margaritas and a good fuck, I was oblivious to the comment.

"Sure, why not," I said, getting up from the stool.

I smiled feeling two arms wrap around my waist and lower body, guiding me to the dance floor, just as the next song, Dev's "Bass Down Low" began throbbing through the loud speakers. I immediately began undulating to the seductive beat of the song, one arm going behind my head, the other palming my flat stomach as my hips swayed seductively back and forth. 




Dreams Ch. 01



I quickly realized there is a trick to dancing with two guys at once, as you cannot give too much attention to one without the other feeling neglected. It's a unique experience. I had danced with a group of girls before, but dancing with a guy calls for more seductive dancing, and I had to split my attention between two of them. I must be doing alright, I thought, as both guys appeared to be enjoying themselves. I began to get into the atmosphere, the music overtaking me.

Closing my eyes, I began enjoying the thrumming beat of the song, wondering if I should go further with one of them—maybe Tim since it was his birthday after all. It was a completely alien thought and I again wondered what the hell was going on inside my head.

"What he would look like with the dress off her." I thought...wait, I, I meant what he would look like with HIS clothes off, wondering where that abnormal thought came from. 

My eyes opened in surprise as Brad pressed up behind me, his hands firmly gripping my hips. In almost an instinctive response, I ground my ass into his groin, feeling his obvious hard-on pressing between the crack of my ass, a thrill of pleasure coursing through me. Before the moan left my mouth, Tim moved forward, pressing his body against me as well, my breasts against his chest, his crotch digging into my pelvis. I grinned as the idea of a man-sandwich popped into my mind as the guys started undulating with me to the beat of the music.

The press of bodies against me was a unique experience, and I barely had to stand, their bodies holding me up between them. The close contact of male bodies against me, the music blaring through me, the alcohol running through my body, I could not help but get turned on as they swayed against me.

As the song ended I thought they would move away, but as the lights dimmed further and Cassie's "Me & U" started playing, they pressed even closer, insulating me between them. I decided to play tit for tat and began undulating between them, sliding my pelvis back and forth rubbing my ass against Brad's crotch while my front began stroking Tim. I felt their hands tightening on my hips and smiled over my shoulder at Brad, then turned back to Tim.

As the song played seductively, another wicked thought came to me and I slowly lowered myself, my knees on the outside of Tim's legs as I came face-to-face with his groin. Knowing Brad's was right behind me I leaned back, pressing my head against his obvious erection. 

Suddenly I lost my balance, almost falling down—too much alcohol I realized. With the sudden vertigo, I instinctively reached my arm out to steady myself, looking up in surprise as I realized I was holding Tim at the crotch, my hand gripping the firm flesh under his pants in my fist like a handle. His obvious smile was all the response needed to send a thrill through me. Brad meanwhile grabbed my head, further steading me.

As the song continued, I rose, Brad's hands sliding down my neck, shoulders, then moved under my arms. I groaned as his hands unexpectedly cupped my breasts firmly, his hands gently massaging my chest like the stranger earlier. My reacting groan was cut off as Tim pressed against me, taking my mouth with his.

I could not believe how erotic the experience of having my breasts massaged by one man while I was kissing another; the experience causing me to groan into Tim's mouth.

Hands gripped my ass firmly—Tim's I realized abstractedly—as Brad continued massaging my chest on the dance floor. Unlike before when I was on display, being sandwiched between two guys hid some of my slutty behavior, so I continued swaying to the beat, letting their hands roam over me.

I let out a loud moan as Tim's hands gripped my ass cheeks, the bare skin—wait a minute, bare skin? I jerked my head back from his kiss in surprise, almost head-butting Brad, realizing Tim had slowly raised the hem of my dress, the material bunched around my lower back as he freely felt my ass.

I was about to protest, particularly as my loss of panties meant I was naked from the waist down in public until an image came to me how hot I would look right, my dress bunched around my waist. It was as if all my inhibitions completely burnt out, one moment I was about to stop everything from embarrassment, the next moment I had absolutely no qualms about anything.

Wondering where the idea came from, Brad's voice came over my shoulder interrupting the thought. "Shhh," he whispered, "nobody can see with you between us." Before I could even think of a reply his thumbs hooked the material of my top, pulling it down from my breasts!

My mind was in shock at the brazen way they were treating me, thinking they had some big brass balls to pull a stunt like this. I had two choices; squirm out of their grasp and exposing myself briefly to everybody as I attempted to covered myself and making an obvious scene or... 

My mind suddenly exploded in arousal, a loud "Ohhhh!" escaping my lips as Brad's fingers clamped firmly on my sensitive nipples. My body flooded with desire, leading me to the second option, going with the flow as I continued to groan loudly at his pleasurable torment to my breasts.

I was for all intents and purposes naked, my dress scrunched around my midriff, my breasts, ass, and crotch fully visible. Unlike earlier, this was not some dark out-of-the-way corner, but in the middle of a lighted dance floor, full of people.

About to correct my current state of disarray, my mind abruptly did a complete 180 as I decided to let things go. As if a switch was flipped I was helpless to disagree.

The men's hands moved freely over my bare ass and chest, the skin-on-skin contact driving my lust further as the heavy bass of the music throbbed through me. My nipples were rock hard, my slit soaked as my body responded to the brash physical attention given to it by the two men.

I could have moved, I could have protested; instead, I reached one hand back, holding Brad's hip and ass while my other slid up Tim's chest, letting them know I was definitely not objecting.

I swayed to the music—noticing somewhat abstractedly it was now playing Lady Gaga's "Born This Way"—as I looked around us, aware of other eyes watching my current state of undress. The other friends of the brothers had gathered around us, and I was beginning to believe it was not by accident. Through the haze of lust overwhelming my body, I noticed my friends were positioned away from us, unaware of my predicament. The guys on the other hand were facing us, having a full view of what was going on. 

As my flesh was groped and mauled, I observed several times one of my friends attempting to turn around, dancing naturally, but their partner would grab their hips, pulling their bodies back to face them, keeping my current circumstances unknown to them.

In a way they were showing some courtesy, letting me dictate what would happen. Instead of being exposed before my friends, who would undoubtedly stop what was going on, they were letting the moment be dictated at my own discretion, and my body was too turned on to protest.

A cloud of lust was overwhelming me, strange thoughts entering my head to be as slutty as I could, letting the men have their way and how much I would enjoy it.

Continuing to dance to the music, the idea of others seeing me bare, my dress around my stomach exposing my hips, ass, as well as the sides of my bare breasts sent an obscene thrill through me. As I danced, my breasts were bouncing in rhythm to the music without anything to contain them, and I got an erotic thrill knowing I was practically naked, more of a turn-on than embarrassment. I again moaned in response to the treatment my body was getting by the four hands as I danced.

A faster song came on—LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem"—and I began moving faster, feeling my freed breasts swaying as I moved. Looking around, held between the two men, I noted other guys ogling, word apparently traveling through the club amongst the male population of a hot brunette dancing naked on the dance floor. 

I raised my arms over my head, letting my breasts shake and swing while Tim held my hips, his hands occasionally stroking my ass while Brad's hands were currently stroking my stomach. With the song being popular, the dance floor was becoming crowded, the circle of Brad and Tim's friends getting interspersed with other dancers. As I danced with my arms up, letting myself go, I became aware of stray hands occasionally sliding against my hip, even the side of my breast as several people "accidentally" touched me. Instead of being mortified at my dilemma, I felt a thrill rush through me knowing so many desired me.

I was caught by surprise when the brothers' hands shifted and my body was slowly rotated around to face Brad, showing my disrobed body to everybody surrounding us. Before my mind could respond to the reality of being naked and exposed in public, my nipples were clasped firmly, a yell of pleasure escaping my mouth as now Tim's fingers caused my mind to blank.

Meanwhile Brad's hands stroked the sides of my hips, sliding them down my thighs and back up the sides of my body. Their bodies were again pressed close against me, holding me firmly between them as we swayed to the rhythm of the song. Although clouded in lust, a part of me justified if I acted naturally and continued dancing, fewer people would notice what was going on. In reality, I was a naked girl in public sandwiched between two guys who were obviously not shy about touching her.

Brad's hand slid around to my lower back, pulling me against him and my body eagerly gave in, molding to his chest, his hard-on pressed against my bare stomach. Lowering his face, he kissed me deeply and I gasped in his mouth as our tongues danced. 

The song changed to "We Own the Night" by Andrea Rosario and my hips bobbed in time to the beat while Tim continued massaging my breasts, shoulders, and neck. Again, the oddity of kissing a man while another felt me up from behind was a huge turn on as my mind briefly wondered if this was what it was like to participate in a threesome.

Without warning my mind exploded, screaming into Brad's mouth as his finger unexpectedly entered my wet slit. My vaginal muscles clamped down instinctively around his digit as he began finger fucking me right on the dance floor. I was dazed with yearning as my hips moved on their own, riding his hand, my moans lost into his mouth as he continued kissing me. If it were not for Tim's hands grasping me by the chest, I would have collapsed.

Another outlandish prospect entered my lust clouded mind as I thought this was how I wanted to see Melanie, but I quickly put the odd thoughts aside as my arousal built higher.

I almost wrapped my leg around Brad to give him a better access, barely cognizant we were still on the dance floor my mind was so filled with desire. The whole concept of being held between two men, naked, while they took their liberties on me without any complaints, was as if a lighted match was placed in a pool of gasoline.

While Brad worked another finger into me, our mouths still locked together, I was barely aware of Tim guiding us across the dance floor. Part of my consciousness registered the lights dimming as we seemed to be moving to the side, but my mind was too overcome with lust as Brad's relentless fingers moved in and out of my wet core.

Abruptly we stopped and both Brad and Tim move away, the sudden absence not only of their bodies pressed against me, but Brad's fingers from my pussy like the calm before the storm. I took a step back in surprise, not wanting to be exposed on the dance floor in my current disarray when the cold chill of a bar stool hit my ass. Glancing around, I became more aware of our surroundings, seeing we had moved to one of the few darkened corners with a table.

Brad stepped closer to and even in the dim lighting I could not help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants. I looked up at him questioningly.

"Being Tim's Birthday, I hope you wouldn't mind pairing up with him, but if you're willing, we both would like to take turns with you," he grinned.

I did not need a decoder ring to know exactly what they wanted. Again it was like another being had control over me, instead of telling them no or covering myself, I found myself say without hesitation, "Do you have condoms?"

Both men nodded so eagerly I had to smile. "I've never done two men before, how about I suck one while the other has their fun, then you can switch?" I offered.

Seeing the obvious lust in their eyes, knowing it was reflected in my own, I moved the barstool, bending over and resting my stomach on it, my breasts hanging beneath me. Brad immediately moved up to my head, unzipping his pants and releasing a slender, long hard cock. My mouth watered at the sight as he pulled out a condom and I quickly put my hand out.

"I hate the taste of latex, so I'll suck you off bareback, just don't come in my mouth, is that alright?" The question was probably more rhetorical than anything, given their shameless use of me so far. Without a word Brad moved up to me, his cock at eye level as I reached out, slowly moving my hand up and down its length.

I was practically oblivious to our surroundings, my lust overcoming me and wanting to please these men. Brad took a step forward and I opened my mouth, my lips closing down on the head of his cock as we groaned almost in unison as he slid in further, the salty skin of his cock like velvet in my mouth.

Over the music of the club—appropriately playing Jessie and the Toy Boyz' "Push It"—I heard the unmistakable sound of Tim tearing a condom package, the 'squish' of noise telling me he was rolling it on.

As Brad began thrusting back and forth, his cock sliding back and forth across my lips, I sensed Tim move behind, his hands spreading my thighs apart as I braced for the inevita—

"Uh mes!" I groaned around Brad's cock as Tim entered me quickly, my pussy surrounding his cock as he slid into me. I had been so turned on with the first stranger, my lust continuing to be fueled by Brad finger fucking me, Tim entered without any problem. Now with a true cock inside me my mind exploded. 

Tim wasted no time on niceties, almost ravaging me from behind as I felt his cock plunged in and out of me as he satisfied his own pent up lust. Meanwhile Brad continued sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, muffling my grunts and moans. 

Pushing him away briefly to catch my breath, I continued to stroke him, his shaft slick with my saliva. Turning towards the dance floor I saw several guys watching us, a mixture of the brothers' friends and strangers. Vaguely my mind registered them watching me get fucked, my tits swaying back and forth as if in time to the music, and realized I did not care. It was as if a governor was removed from my inhibitions; I was turned on further, putting Brad back into my mouth as Tim continued to slam into me.

Being on display to strangers, used by two men simultaneously stirred cravings I never felt and an orgasm was steadily building through me. Tim was moving faster and faster, the friction of his cock sliding back and forth on the inside walls of my core more than I could take. As fast as he was thrusting, I knew he was on the verge of cumming. The stingy part of my hoped I could cum before then when he suddenly slammed into me, his cock smashing into my cervix and tipping me over the edge as we both came, his cock pulsing inside me. My body was shaking uncontrollably and it was all I could do not to bite Brad's cock as he pulled out of my mouth, obviously wanting his turn inside me.

As I lay across the barstool I watched the brother's switched positions. Hearing a few cheers, I looked over to the increased crowd of guys watching me being double teamed. 

Before I could feel any embarrassment my pussy was filled to the brim as Brad impaled me with his cock. Thankfully I was well lubed from Tim's use of me, as Brad wasted no time on niceties, piercing me with his cock up to his balls, filling me completely. I let out a loud "Unkh!" as Brad entered me, hearing cheers over the music from people watching us, realizing my yell was heard all the way to the dance floor

My body began to be slammed back and forth by Brad's enthusiastic abuse of my pussy, the barstool scooting back and forth to the impact of his vigorous thrusts, but my attention was drawn to Tim stepping up to me. 

Standing in front of my swaying head he pulled off his used condom, gobs of semen spilling out onto the floor, the smell of latex and cum permeated the air in front of my face. With a big smile on his face, he thrust his cum-covered cock towards my mouth. I did not even hesitate to open my lips, the idea of sucking the cum off his cock after being fucked by him an incredible thrill. Brad slammed into me at that moment and I shifted forward, Tim's cock missing my mouth and sliding across my cheek. Feeling the warm wetness of his cum against my skin was amazing and I groaned in response, it coming out more like "Unh-nuh-unh" in response to the unbelievable fucking I was getting.

Tim's second attempt was successful as his cock slid between my lips. I did not notice the taste of the condom, instead focusing on the strong salty, slightly bitter peanut taste of his cock. As he thrust his hips, his cock moving back and forth between my lips, I also noticed a sweet after taste. It had been years since I had tasted a man's semen, and realized I missed it, the odd texture and salty aftertaste indescribable.

I had little time to analyze it though as Brad continued to relentlessly pump into my core, his strokes getting faster and faster. I felt another orgasm building, again hoping selfishly for Brad to last long enough when my whole body started quaking, the orgasm flooding my conscious. 

Without any regard to my own pleasure, Brad and Tim kept pumping back and forth. Tim was now holding my head, both completely oblivious to me, only wanting to satisfy their own lust. I was nothing but a tool to be used and the idea of being so inconsequential, only there to satisfy their lust sent another wave of small orgasms through me.

I became aware of them alternating their strokes, such that when Brad pulled out, Tim moved into my mouth and vice versa. The feeling was reminiscent of a huge cock sliding through my body as all I could do was hold on to Tim's hips as my mouth and pussy were molested.

Suddenly I felt Brad stiffen, his pelvis colliding against my ass and I knew he was cumming. After such vigorous pummeling, the sensation of his dick throbbing against the walls of my vagina was indescribable as I squeezed down on him, hearing him groan in response. 

I could not focus too much on Brad though, as Tim continued fucking my mouth and I had to pay attention to his thrusts in order to breathe at the right moments. His cock became harder than before and without any warning I felt a flood of warm fluid hit the back of my mouth, instinctively swallowing as Tim came in my mouth.

Although I had told them not to cum in my mouth, it was obvious he was only interested in his own pleasure, me completely at his use. The idea of being such a slut exhilarated me as I sucked him eagerly, feeling Brad pull out of me, the vacancy left by his large member almost aching as I began sucking Tim's cock dry, wanting to suck every last drop out of him, my lust completely overwhelming me. 

As much as I tried to swallow all of him, I still felt warmth moving down my chin, knowing he was leaking out of past my lips, a mixture of saliva and cum coating my chin, some running down my neck while the rest dripped to the floor. Eventually he pulled out and I looked up at his smiling face. 

"Wow, that was some birthday present, thanks Melanie," he said.

I heard clapping and looked to the left towards the dance floor seeing several men cheering us. I imagined what a sight I was, bent over a bar stool, my dress nothing but a waistband as my tits hung loose, my bare ass thrust out, laying across a barstool, having been fucked by two guys, cum drooling down my chin. I could tell from the cool air between my thighs the insides of my legs were soaked from condom lubricant and my own juices due to the rigorous fucking I had just received




Dreams Ch. 01



Again the bizarre and foreign desire of wanting to see me/Melanie in such a predicament for real entered my mind. "What the hell," I thought, "this was as real as it got!" 

Before I could contemplate my thoughts thought, Brad moved in front of me and looked up at his grinning face. "If you don't mind, would you clean me off?" he asked mischievously.

A wicked thought came through my head as I sat up smiling, "Certainly, though not in that position, my stomach is killing me," I grinned.

Moving forward, not bothering to fix my state of undress, I crouched down in front of him, giving the men watching us a complete view of my bare abused pussy and tits. The resulting cheer and applause was all I needed as I grabbed Brad's cock, removing his condom and putting him in my mouth. 

Brad's cum was more bitter than Tim's, but I eagerly cleaned off his cock, staring him in the eye the whole time. When done I slowly moved back, his cock pulling my lips forward until he exited my mouth. I could imagine the sight, kneeling down in front of a guy taking his cock into her mouth. What she wouldn't give to have her dick in her mouth—wait, where did THAT thought come from I wondered in shock.

Giving the head of Brad's cock a last kiss I stood up, adjusting my dress back down my hips and over my breasts—to many a groan from those around me. Turning I smiled at the crowd, giving a small curtsey to their cheers, then gave Brad and Tim one final kiss, leaving them in the corner with their friends, making my way back to the table to my girlfriends.

The girls immediately barraged me with questions...

"Where the hell were you?"

"Are you alright?"

"We were worried about you?"

I calmed them all down, telling them I was alright, a big grin on my face.

"I know that look," Mary said, "You got fucked, and got fucked good. Don't tell me you did it AGAIN you slut," she laughed.

"So who was it?" Jennifer asked, "Tim or Brad?" her face eager for the dirty details.

"Yes and yes," I grinned.

"Holy fuck, you did them both?" Stephanie gasped. "Where the hell were—wait, is that why the guys dumped us? To go watch you get fucked by their buddies?"

I grinned as comprehension dawned on all their faces. "Holy shit!" Justine said, "You fucked them both in front of everybody? Good Lord girl, when we told you to loosen up, we didn't expect to be setting off an atomic bomb," she laughed.

The waitress came by with two pitchers of margaritas. "The rest of the night is on those guys' tabs," she said, pointing to Brad, Tim, and the others, gathered at the bar. "They said you girls deserve the best," she said. "And they tipped me well too, so don't you girls worry about it the rest of the night, I got you covered," she said as she took their other empty pitchers away.

As Justine poured the drinks, I was barraged with a thousand questions, telling them everything to their surprise, amusement, and exasperation.

"Damnit, I wanted to get laid tonight and have struck out completely, and your first night here you get it not once, not twice, but three times? Jesus Mel, you are definitely making up for lost time!" they laughed.

As the girls chatted—the primary topic being my reawakened libido—I looked around, seeing several appreciative glances from some of the men around us. I knew what a stripper or porn star felt, having my body so blatantly used in front of an audience. And yet, instead of being embarrassed, I was again turned on.

It was an odd feeling; in the past I would have never allowed anything like that to have happened. It was as if somebody had taken over my body, fueled by my lust and being used. It was an alien concept, but as the girls talked, it was one that kept returning to my thoughts.

We eventually decided to call it a night. Being Monday and having to go back to work tomorrow, we did not want to stay too late, some already lamenting the hangovers they would have in the morning.

By the time the cab dropped me off to my apartment—none of us driving knowing we were going to be drinking—I realized my body felt well used, still wondering what had come over her...

********************* 

I woke up with a start, some infomercial on the television. Looking at the clock I saw it was almost midnight, realizing I had fallen asleep on the couch. And holy shit, that dream I had—dreaming of Melanie becoming a total slut in a bar. But it was more than that, as with my other dreams *I* had been Melanie, feeling everything as she was used by three—wow, three men.

Cool wetness between my legs got my attention as I realized I had cum in my dream. And holy shit, based upon the size of the wet spot, more than once.

I thought about how this was the most vivid of any of the dreams I had experienced as I stripped off my soiled sweats and boxers, going into the bathroom to wipe myself off. It was also the first dream I had dreamt through entirely, or at least remembered through. A sinking impression of things getting worse overcame me. What the hell was happening to me, and why was I having these dreams? 

Why the hell was I dreaming about being a woman was at the top of my mind. I could understand dreaming about women I knew—many of them were hot and of course I would fantasize about them. But why was I them, instead of dreaming of just fucking them?

These thoughts and more were on my mind as I drifted to sleep, wondering if I needed to see a shrink before I truly lost my mind.

********************* 

The next day started as any other uneventful day. I had no more dreams after waking up from my Melanie Dream, so at least got a full night's sleep.

Upon seeing Melanie later that day, I could not help but stare at her, my dream flashing back as I visualized her getting fucked. I had hell of an imagination I thought as I recalled my dream, thinking of that tight body being used. 

Today she was wearing a tight beige t-shirt dress with spaghetti straps. The thin cotton material did nothing to hide her body as usual, and my thoughts kept straying to my dream, fantasizing what it would be like to be with her. In my dreams she was an insatiable vixen, but I knew reality fell far short from that.

Surprisingly, she walked right over to me, "Hi Tom, I just wanted to apologize again about running into you yesterday in the copy room," she said.

I stared at her in shock, realizing Melanie never talked to me—or any guy for that matter—directly without them first opening the conversation. I stuttered something along the lines of it being nothing, more at odds with her odd behavior than anything as she smiled at me.

"Well, how about I make it up sometime? Maybe over lunch or dinner sometime?" she smiled.

"Uh, sure, that'd be great," I replied as she turned and left, my mind in turmoil. Did she just ask me out or was she merely being kind. The thought bounced around in my head all morning. And why suddenly open a conversation with me? Life was just too weird.

I ate in the cafeteria again, oddly at the same table as before, deciding to get lost in my e-book again when I saw the girls walking out with their trays. A part of me was hoping they would sit near me again. And what do you know, true to human nature they chose the familiar, sitting down at the table next to mine.

I again nodded to them, Melanie opening greeting me as she sat down with her friends before turning to them and chatting with them. She seemed peculiar today, more open and laughing, more talkative. I wondered what happened to the meek girl of yesterday.

Pretending to read my Kindle, I ached to hear how short reality actually was compared to my dream when I almost spilled my drink as Jennifer's voice carried over, "Damn Mel, I still cannot believe you fucked three guys at the bar last night, particularly Brad and Tim!"



Dreams Ch. 02



Back down in reception, Carrie-Anne is smoking my joint. "Good timing. Brunch is ready. Did you enjoy that?" I take the joint from her and smile. 

"I surely did. Guess I passed, right?" 

She hops off the counter, takes my hand and leads me to the restaurant. "You passed. With flying colours". 

Well, of course I did. We sit down in comfortable leather chairs for a drink before our brunch arrives. "What are you having?" Carrie-Anne asks, walking seductively over to the bar. 

"A tall gin and tonic, thanks." She fixes our drinks and I light a cheeky spliff. 

"So, what do you think comes next?"

Carrie has a clipboard, which she checks down carefully. "You're with Class J, chemistry, Room 40. I think you'll like them. Mostly eighteen-year olds." I smile and sip my drink. Our food arrives - piles of French toast and spicy fried rice. I tuck in hungrily. Carrie makes a show of parading between the bar and our table, her very slightly see-through black leather exposing her luscious curves for a tenth of each second. 

"That's a nice trick. Could you just stop there for a mo..." 

She cuts me off. "Not a chance, flyboy. Eat your brunch."

I smile and continue eating. The restaurant is similar to the lounge of a London gentleman's club - lots of dark wood, thick carpets, leather sofas and armchairs, and a long, curved, oak bar top. The bar itself is spectacular - I've never seen such an array of drinks - and I make a mental note that I could get enjoyably spannered down here later on. And then instantly sober up if I wanted. I light another joint. Each one gets me nicely high, not excessively, just enough. This one is one of my favourites - Laotian Sensimilia. Great stuff.

I finish my g&t, stretch and take a look out of the window. It is still a gorgeous day. Carrie-Anne picks up her clipboard. "Off you go, then. Use the elevator, if you want. Your task is to suck half of the nipples in the room. If you see what I mean. Feel free to do anything else you like, but that's the bottom line. Success will grant you... all kinds of cool shit. Enjoy."

She disappears and I'm left in the restaurant, which is catching some nice light from outside and has brightened into attractive light-wood colours. There's a spectrum spread across the bar top, which is extremely neat. When I put my hand through it red, purple and green photons slide off my fingers and onto the floor, like a tiny waterfall of light. I could do this all day. 

The elevator was fun, but I'm going to try a new method of ascent. Leaving the restaurant through its conservatory, a beautiful open space next to the green lawns, I walk over to the wall, pick my window and climb the vertical building like Spiderman. I try not to look down, but since Spiderman never gets vertigo, neither do I. Half way up, I pull out a spliff and light it. The Stoned Human Spider. This is great fun. Ah, there's my window.

Class is in session and the girls are doing their usual, highly attentive yet stunningly attractive thing. I melt through the window and emerge into the classroom, trading my Spiderman suit for jeans and a baggy t-shirt as I go. The thing about Spiderman, though, is that while he saves loads of lives and was instrumental in reducing crime, he never (according to what we know) had unfettered access to twenty-three pairs of the most lusciously gorgeous breasts in existence. And I do. 

I survey the scene again. The lecturer is explaining about covalent bonds, which is ironic, because they helped me to climb the building. The girls are just amazing. Where to start? I pick a stunner on the edge of the back row and give her a cuddle from behind. She's warm and soft and gorgeous. The girls are all wearing button-shirts, so there's going to be a bit of handiwork for each one, but I don't mind. I've got all day, after all, and the reward's sure to be worth it. The good news, however, is that they're not wearing bras. I unbutton her shirt from behind and lean into her, rubbing my crotch against her back. Once her breasts are free, I squeeze and fondle them, licking her neck. I step around her, kiss her check and shoulder, and suck lightly on her left nipple. It stands up pertly, cutely. I love the sight of that. I decide that I will fuck the girl with the nicest breasts in the class. I'm going to be so damned horny by the time I finish this that I'll definitely want to come.

The third girl in the row is especially pretty, an Asian girl with small, firm breasts and a warm pussy, which I stroke lightly through her panties. I am rock hard and decide to free my erection. Sucking in her nipples, I rub my cock against her panties, feeling her warm wetness. She comes and kisses me to say thanks. The girl next to her is a blonde goddess straight from a fashion magazine. Her breasts are on the small side but they're still a nice mouthful. My cock reacts with pleasurable jolts at being rubbed against her lacy underwear. I make sure she comes, kiss her tenderly, and move on. 

The lecturer has given the girls a theoretical assignment, for which they're using laptops. I'm half way down the third row back when I think I find the girl I want to fuck. She's amazing, with an innocent, virginal look. She has on simple, white panties, which I pull off. Her skin is pure white. The shape and curve of her breasts is absolutely perfect. I undress her completely and strip off myself, leading her to a spare, broad desk at the back of the classroom. I sit her on the edge of the desk and cuddle her. She kisses me tenderly, her legs around me, my cock only an inch from her entrance. I hold her close, one hand on my penis, and place my tip at the wet aperture of her pussy. Sucking deeply on her nipples, I join us with a deep, confident push. My penis opens her lips, eases through her pink entrance, and slides into the warmth of her vagina. 

She buries her head in my shoulder and gasps slightly at the fullness she feels between her legs. Her pussy is heavenly, soft and just slippery enough. Her ankles lock behind my back and we are so intimately making love that we don't notice that the class has stopped to watch us. Most of the girls are masturbating. Half of them have opened their shirts and revealed stunning breasts. One by one, they come with little gasps, moans and whimpers. Then, one by one, they approach us, let me suck their fingers, and kiss us both gently. As they kiss my girl, I suck their nipples and fondle them, tickling their thighs, stroking their round, soft buttocks, occasionally slipping a finger into their wet little pussies. I taste each one in turn. I love the taste of pussy juice. I could spend all day with it on my tongue. 

My girl has come a dozen times, the angle between us just perfect. I'm taking my time, not wanting to come too fast, but keeping my strokes even and deep. I decide to give it to her slowly. I bring myself to the point of orgasm, kiss the girl deeply and passionately, slide all the way inside her and, with that final deep thrust, spurt an endless torrent of hot semen into her body. As I come, her pussy squeezes me, rubbing the underside of my cock and milking my balls of a huge load of sperm. It's so incredibly satisfying that, once I've finished coming, I decide to come again straight away. There's a lovely girl watching us, so I withdraw, kiss my girl in thanks, and lift the second girl onto the table top. She parts her legs, smiling, and reveals a shaved, tight pussy. I cuddle her close, lift up her skirt and ease my newly-erect penis straight inside her warm little cunt. She comes, her vaginal muscles tensing around me, and helping me to another wonderful build-up. Her breasts are released, luscious and pert, and I suck deeply on them while I fuck her. I'm almost ready to come when I feel another girl embrace me from behind. She's naked and the warmth of her body is simply gorgeous. Her skin is electrifying. 

She holds me, licks my back and neck, while her hands slip down to the moist junction between my cock and my girl's pink slit. While the head of my penis is massaged by the girl's strong, climaxing muscles, she gently masturbates my root and plays with my balls. My orgasm is going to be huge. She cuddles me closely, her hands working magic on my cock, while a third girl crouches under us and steadily licks from my inner thigh to my balls and sucks them warmly. I can feel her tongue licking the underside of my penis whenever I withdraw far enough from my climaxing lover's pussy. This is just perfect. I let her make me come, withdrawing almost all the way and letting her lick my fraenulum until I begin my orgasm, then push deeply into my girl's pussy and shoot another vast load of my come into her. It overflows immediately, too much for her tight young cunt to hold, and the girl beneath us licks it from her lips and my shaft. The girl behind me squeezes my balls as I finish coming, which is the perfect time. I withdraw and let the third girl suck me clean. When she's finished, she licks the semen-covered pussy of my girl. Everyone is watching, masturbating and coming. 

I find myself dressed, refreshed and feeling fantastic. I only need to fondle the lecturer, and I'm done here. I walk over, apologise for the interruption, and she smiles as I unbutton her beige blouse, suck both of her nipples and quickly bring her to orgasm with my fingers on her clit. She soaks her panties with thick pussy juice, kisses me warmly, shares her juices with me by licking my fingers, and then continues with the lesson. I wave goodbye to the girls, who look freshly-fucked and wonderfully youthful after their experience. They wave, blow me kisses, and carry on with their chemistry. My cock feels incredibly satisfied, as do I. 



Dreams Ch. 02



Instead I dreamed of a long dirt field. It seemed to go on for miles and miles. There I stood alone, the only similarity to my recent dreams of flowers and the adorable boy. In the air I smelled smoke and cinder. It made me gag, I nearly choked up my dinner. When I thought I was alone, I noticed that there were bodies, dead bodies, assimilating out of the thin air. I was crying again. Everywhere I looked there were dead bodies. Smoke and fog began to fill the area. Sadness filled and clogged my head. I fell to my knees and just wept. 

Everything about the situation was gloomy. To my right there was a body of a man wearing silver armor with a dragon icon on it. My sobs slowed and my eyes cleared of the tears and I looked at the icon. My eyes covered the man. He was roughly shaven and a helmet with a half mask covered his face. I was beyond scared but I could not keep from looking at him. He is dead! What are you doing? Eventually my cries disappeared. They seemed to be urged by my looking at him. I removed his mask and saw open eyes. He's alive! The eyes were blue, deep blue, enticing, lovely and fetching. I wanted to look away but I could not. He blinked three times.

"Oh my god!" I yelped loud, louder than I expected and it broke the silence. 

He grabbed at my collar with both his hands. His eyes astonishingly went from the blue I had become accustomed to, to a dark shade of red. It horrified me and I tried to crawl away from him but he had me tightly. I kicked and threw my arms wildly at him, I was trapped and I knew it. I screamed and yelled. I didn't know what to do. 

"Lissssten to me girl....," he hissed at me, spitting on my face, "YOU! You will get the Rissadon Caeja and kill him!.....you.....you..." he let go of me as his eyes rolled into his head. I was beyond horrified at this moment. I fell onto my bottom as his body and the other dissapeared. The smoke and the fog was gone too. As did the field and the dirt. I was in my bed again and I was sweating. 

The sun beat into my room and I was frightened. These dreams had to go. It had only been one day but I could feel the stress in my heart that they were putting on it. I laid back down. Normally I would try to sleep in, it being the weekend and I had no classes. But today I wasn't going to even dare. Maybe a hot shower would do me good. 

"The girl is frightened Illadonar! You have to stop this!" I shouted on top of my lungs as I stormed into the large hall. 

"Calm yourself, Acim, she is fine. She is suffering no less than the rest of the world right now," he was facing the alter and he raised his hands and lower them in a circle. The Ineada Rights. A chill went up my spine. A statue of Niall was in front of Illandonar, it was a good 4-5 feet taller than he was and he was a tall man at 6'6". It was intimidating to say the least for someone average height like me. Niall was no peaceful governing god either. He was a warrior that according to legend slew many men in the name of his own greedy obsession with finding the right woman to breed his children. Strangely though he never found her and was defeated using his own sword during a battle. Rissadon Caeja was the name of the sword. After this he became legend and the sword sits in the palace in an unbreakable glass case for three-thousand years. The box never gets dusty, and sword never rusts. It appears to be everlasting. The fact that when the poor abused and starved people of the planet found him dead with the sword through his heart and attempted to bust it, it never broke scared them to death, literally. All five of the people who tried died a merciful death. They were disinagrated instantly at the first hot poker put to it. After that, well its even more pitiful than when the tyrant was alive. 

The dim-witted people began to worship the sword and Niall's soul in fear that they would put them through more tyranny, more hardships. But this did not make a difference. Men all over came forward saying they were his sons and claiming their right as king. There was no way to prove this than other with magic. The magic proved that four were nearly matches to his kin. They were all put in charge of running the government. They were no different than their predecessor. Everyone called them the Fordon of Vortouhi. Vortouhi is the name of our country and Fordon means to destroy in the ancient words spoken by the fabled elves. For years this has been this way, the Fordon of Vortuohi expanded their borders eventually conquering the entire planet. Nobody even remembers what it was like before Niall. Nobody knows the name of the planet before the Fordon took it over. They only knew evil and murders. 

Illadonar meant to change these things. Although I could not find the point of harming a poor girl who had no idea why or what was happening. It was nearly tearing her soul apart at this point and I could not stand to see it happening anymore. 

"What do you mean? She's in pain, mentally, physically, emotionally. Don't you see? Look at her!" I held the large clear flat stone in front of him. It showed her sleeping and writhing in pain and screaming, all at the same time. I was angry. I could not see how this was any better than how things were and how it would help. 

"Acim, you will see, she is the one." he said, his eyes staring into mine, piercing mine. 

"The one?"

"Yes, Acim. Look at her....,"he touched the stone in my hands and turned it to me. I tried to look beyond her pain and suffering. I succeeded. Her honey brown hair and her light skin. And then she woke up. Her eyes were the proof. One was blue and one was purple. When I saw her the day before in the stone, they were not so. I gasped.

"You see then." he simply stated, he was good for short simple comments that drive you mad.

"Yes, Illa-," he interrupted me, and said "shhh! We do not want unwanted ears to hear what we are saying, you have already said too much for too many too hear." we were the only ones in the room, but I knew what he meant. But I smiled all the same. Hope was there. 

"Illadonar....I am happy, when are we going to see her though? Why not just go and get her? Why send her the crazy dreams? We are going to drive her mad."

"This is part of the test, remember how we did this to all whom met the criteria but did not have the Inindi? They all came so close, they all had the qualities, the traits the personality. But look," he pointed at the stone, "look, there she is." his voice became soft and serene, I knew he was even happier than I was. The story about Niall was told to me by him. For years I blindly worshiped. He revealed to me the truth, I knew I could trust him. Who was I to doubt the great Illadonar? 

"Acim, its ok to doubt. Especially when another life is being hurt, I do not discourage you from caring about others, this is why I prize you most of anyone." he put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. I smiled back at him. My heart was at peace again. 

With nothing more to say, I left him. He had much to do. I did not need to ask him what the next step was, I already knew. I closed the door behind me and walked to my rooms. I was tired and decided to rest a little before it was time to depart. 

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed on the top of her lungs. Her mother came running into the room and asked her in a flurried voice what was wrong. Katy turned around and showed her mother what was wrong. Her mom nearly passed out herself. One of her eyes were blue and the other was purple. This was a surprise. Her eyes were naturally brown. 

"Oh my god! Please tell me those are contacts!" she couldn't help but scream at her daughter.

"Mom, they arent contacts, I just woke up in fact!" she was extremly stressed out. She sat on the edge of the bed and her mother followed her. The last day was enough for her to bare, and now this. "What am I going to do? What's wrong with me?" she started crying again. Only this time they were her own tears. It was amazing how one wrong day can make you feel inside and out. 

Her mother took her into her arms to comfort her. She silently rocked her, hoping to make her feel better. It didn't but it still calmed her. All Katy could think about were her dreams. The last one disturbed her. "Mom, I have been having these strange dreams, they may not mean anything but they are really bother me and I had this really freaky one last night." she procceded to tell her mom about all her dreams, leaving out how adorable the boy was, but the last one she grimly told barely being able to repeat it. 

"Katy, I don't know honey, maybe when you come home we'l-,"she stopped.

"What do you mean? Come home?"

"Oh, I didn't want to tell you but the king called you in for duty, you are supposed to leave in 2 weeks." In Vortouhi, all people, men and women alike are required to serve at least 3 years in the military after they turn 18. Katy's eyes welled up with tears. She knew it was coming, her birthday was almost seven months ago. But why now? Why? "Mom, my life sucks."

"No, it doesn't. You're beautiful, you have a talent that you can use when you come back, and the best part is," she paused, "you have a family that loves you more than anything. Even your silly sister." at the last sentence she smiled. This made Katy smile too. 

"What about my eyes?" they nearly forgot.

"I can have someone look at them today."

"Thanks mom."

"There are a lot of things we need to discuss, I think it would be a good idea for you to take a shower and get dressed."

"I will, I wouldn't dream, well,.....I wouldn't think of sleeping in today."

Her mom hugged her once more and left the room, closing the door behind her. Katy sighed and not wanting or willing to get off the bed. There were so many things to think about now. The King was calling her for service. That was the price she paid, to have the privalege to live in this country. The privilege to receive any kind of education. Everyone did it. Her mother, her father, her sister will eventually. Everyone she knew from highschool was already gone. It was something about her life, she just had to deal with. She often thought of it in the same sense as using the toilet. It was foul and downright disgusting. Even though she heard all the reason why she was required, she didn't agree with it one bit. Why pay to live? You don't ask to be born, you just are. 

She remembered her neighbors daughter. She was so very beautiful. She had a killer body, with blonde hair blue eyes. She was extremely stylish and also extremely snotty and three years older. Katy didn't like her one bit. At school, she had teased Katy and always found some way with her friends to humiliate her. But after she graduated, they sent for her. First there was a letter. She refused to go. She said she'd run away before joining the army. She also had 2 weeks to prepare, when she received the second letter, there was only a week left. She still refused. An unexpected emergency came up and the family had to go away. They were still gone when the day came for the king's officers to retrieve her. They waited outside their door for two days. They came home, hoping to find the officers were gone. The soldiers weren't pleased to say the least. The girl was drug into their truck. She was screaming and kicking, they repeated over and over that "resistance is futile". Sounded like something from a bad flick about a war. They had enough of the girl, when one of them took out his pistol. He grinned as if he was thinking that finally he could just kill the bitch. So he shot her. The officer who did it started laughing hysterically. It was horrifying. And since they still needed to bring somebody from the household, they took her mother. Its been three and half years since then. The mother was never heard from. Even though Katy hated the girl at school, she still felt sorry for the family, especially when the father committed suicide six months ago. He figured that since they took the mother, that she would return at the same time as the girl would have. She never did. He never got any word from her. It was sad. The whole neighborhood was depressed for a long time. 

Katy didn't have any ideas to try to resist them, but she still didn't want to go. 

There was a knock at the door. "Katy, can I come in? I want to see if your OK." it was her little sister. "Of course you can."

She opened the door and stepped in closing the door behind her. She yelped. Katy couldnt figure out what it was. But then she remembered. Her eyes. "I know. They are weird looking aren't they?"Katy smiled, despite her depressive voice.

"What happened?"

"I don't know I just woke up and found them like this."

Her sister reached up to her face. "Wow, they are beautiful though." 

I looked down sad, I didn't really agree with her, it pretty much felt like an abomination to me.

"Why are you upset about it? Look at them! They're amazing. How special. I wish it would have happened to me."

"I don't know..." I paused. She was right. They were beautiful. I had to admit it, even it was just to myself. She hugged me lightly and pushed me towards the vanity mirror. 

"Look, see..."



Dreams Ch. 02



I sit up in bed for a while. I can feel without checking that I have soaked right through my underwear. My skin shines with a thick layer of sweat. My breathing is beginning to slow as I come down from my dream. The heat flushing through my body begins to subside. Anger starts to replace it. I don't know why I am more upset. I hate that my dream has ended. I also hate that it was, in fact, only a dream. I hate that I am so wonton in my dream. I beg, whine, squeal and claw like I have never done in real life. Am I that easily seduced? My brain screams "No!" In real life, I am no sex kitten. My mind wanders back three years. I recklessly gave one man everything I had. It wasn't enough. When it ended, the only thing I walked away with was heartache.

Before I beat start to beat myself up, I slide out of bed and pull the sheets off the bed. They are wet and need to be wash. I drop them in the hamper and head for the bathroom.

*****

Saturday is routine for me. Breakfast with Joe and Sara is a good distraction for me. We sit outside the café under the awnings. It's early, but the sun is shining and the day is gorgeous. An entire hour passes before Joe excuses himself. The café is getting busy and his two sons are starting to get swamped. He pats my head on the way to lend them a hand. Sara sits and sips her coffee. She looks at me with an odd expression on her face.

"Angie, I did not want to say anything in front of Joe, but something's off with you. Are you sure you're okay?" She sits her cup down and makes herself comfortable in the stuffed chair. "You know I have the patience of Job and I'll just keep calmly asking you until you crack." 

I sighed. Time to lie again. It's bad enough that these dreams are starting to distract me to the point of other people noticing, but I am not ready to share this with anyone. Not yet.

"I've just got a lot on my mind with work, that's all."

Sara is not buying it.

"Hmmm. You know, Stephen will be in town next week. You know he would love to see you and catch up." Stephen is her oldest son. He is 33. I have known him since we were both in diapers. We practically grew up together although in the last 10 years, he took on the role of protective older brother.

I hold my breath. Here it comes.

"Joe and I hate to see you alone. There has been no one in three years. Not since..." She trails off as she notices my body tensing and my eyes darkening.

"Well anyway, we just think it is not good for you be alone so much." I try to smile. The effort is painful.

"I'm not alone, Sara."

"Oh, I know you have us and more friends than you care to count, but you know what I mean, kitten." She uses my childhood nickname as she reaches for her cup again. The café is starting to really busy.

"Just think about what I said." She drops a kiss on my forehead and heads inside to help her husband and sons.

I check my watch. It's a little after ten o'clock. I get up from my chair and walk down the sidewalk to the exit gate. I wave to Sara, Joe and the boys on my way to the French Market.

*****

The rest of my weekend passes uneventfully. I have another dream Saturday night and Sunday night is no exception. It takes most of my energy and get out of bed. I am exhausted after my shower. I pull burgundy baby-doll dress from the closet and pair it with black leggings. This is my "I don't feel like getting dressed" dress. It passes for professional while it feels like I am wearing pajamas. I arrive at work Monday morning with puffy bags under my eyes. I try to hide them with glasses that morning in lieu of my usual contacts, which I was too tired to put in today.

It is 9:05 when I finally enter the lobby and make my way up the stairs. I see the light on in Pittman's office. "He's here a little early." I think to myself as I wander into my own office. My butt had no more than touched the fabric of my chair when Pittman's bald head appears at my door.

"I need you and Matt in the conference room this morning at 11:00 Angela." He is gone before I have time to process the words. I sit for a minute trying to remember what meeting I have forgotten. As my computer loads, I finally remember. The series of anthologies was arriving today from that private seller. I remember the email. The seller is insisting on sending a representative with the set. Damn! All that brouhaha would happen today. Couldn't this wait till mid-week? Matt arrives later than usual too. I see him sneak in about 30 minutes. No one else seems to notice.

Later that morning, Emily is in my office taking a well deserved break. It has been a predictably busy Monday morning. She likes to come in and rest in one of the overstuffed chairs. We don't speak. She has her head back; eyes closed. I am working on my computer with one eye on the clock. I have ten minutes before the meeting. I am so engrossed in the computer, that I do not see Matt come in until he plops down in the chair next to Em. I look up and see him rubbing his temples. He has not shaved today.

"Rough night?" I don't look up from the computer. His grunt is the only reply.

"Hmmm, what's her name?" I finally look up from the screen. He really does look terrible. We've all been so busy this morning that we have not seen each other long enough this morning to catch up on the weekend gossip. 

"Uh, I just didn't sleep well last night." He dismisses my teasing with a wave of his hand. "I just came to get you. It's time for our meeting."

I lock my computer screen and give Em's hair a tousle on the way out the door to make sure she is not asleep. She reaches up to slap my hand away, but I'm already out of reach.

The lights are already on in the conference room. The vertical blinds on the windows have been pulled back. I see three people in the room already. Pittman's bald head is the most obvious. The second person is Laura, our book keeper. Her hair was once blonde, but it has taken on a grayish-pink tint over the last couple of years. She is the shortest of the trio. The third one I do not recognize. Definitely a guy so I assume this must the seller's rep. Matt walks into the conference room in front of me. There is a large box in the table and my eyes go directly toward it. Matt walks over to the head of the table to greet everyone. 

The box is huge. I was not expecting this many books. The top has already been opened, but none of the items inside have been disturbed. Upon closer inspection, I see each book has been wrapped in packing paper. I lean in for a closer look. They smell old. I love the smell of old books. They have history. I am tempted to take the box to my office and lock the door. This surprises me considering I am never as excited about shipments because Pittman is always more than excited enough for everyone else.

"...and this is Angela Morgan, our senior reference librarian. She is the one who has been corresponding with your grandfather."

Hearing my name snaps my attention away from the box of books and up toward the people in the front of the room. Laura is moving to the table to have a seat. Matt is following her. Pittman is standing to next to the other man in the room. I look at this man for the first time. My tongue sticks to the top of my mouth and for a second, I cannot breathe.

He's here. Right here in this room. He's standing in front of me. The man who has made my dream life heaven and hell. This is not happening. I blink. He is still here. He is standing next to Pittman in a white polo shirt and dark denim jeans. Long black hair pulled back. His eyes look in my direction and his mouth exposes even white teeth as he smiles and turns to face me in a greeting. The temperature in the room rises 10 degrees in a second and for the first time in my life, I think I might actually faint. I pray no one can hear me breathing.

He walks over to me. He smiles and holds out his hand. My hand reaches for his. I see myself shaking his hand. I feel the warmth of his hand enclose mine. I hear myself saying "It's nice to meet you." I look up into the man's eyes. They are as familiar to me as my own. I know I am not dreaming. It takes every ounce of strength I possess to stop myself from jumping on him right there and have him take me on the floor of the conference room. It is actually painful to let go of his hand. 

I feel my body moving to the table and taking a chair. The meeting lasts about 30 minutes. Later, I would not remember much about that meeting.

*****

Matt corners me in the break room an hour later. "Hey, payback's a bitch ain't it?"

"What?" I look up from my tea and for a moment, I am confused.

Matt laughs and plops down in a nearby chair. He still looks like hell, but he eyes twinkle with mischief. 

"Well, I figure your payback for commenting about my wild weekend has just been paid in full to you with change left over."

I am still trying to comprehend what he is saying when Emily walks into the break room.

"Whoo! It's getting hot in here." Em fans herself with her hand, after looking around to make sure there is no one else in the room. "You know Jasper would kill me to hear me say this, but good god! That man is smoking hot!" Em laughs and continues fanning her face with her hand.

"Down girl; married women are supposed to be able to control those kinds of hormones." Mark hands her a paper plate so she can fan herself properly. 

"Besides, you can live vicariously through Angie since she's the one who will be working with him this week." He leans back in his chair still laughing at me. "Although it looks like she will also have trouble controlling herself."

I groan and cringe. Now it was coming back to me. "Oh god, what did I say? What did I do? Did I make a complete fool out of myself? Honestly, I don't remember much." I am afraid to hear it but I have to know.

Matt sits up, preparing to ease my fears. Looking at Em, he grins. "You should have seen her this morning. To anyone else, she was professional and very pulled together, but I knew better." He looks at me. "You looked like a guitar string about to snap."

My forehead falls into my folded arms on the table.

Matt laughs and tells the rest. No one else noticed anything different in my behavior. Laura was busy running figures. Pittman was busy drooling over the books. During all this, I was informed that our rep would assist me with cataloguing the collection. "I don't suppose either of you caught his name?" Em asks looking at me.

I draw a blank and look at Matt.

"Lucas Delsin." He smiles. "You are telling me you don't even remember his name? He laughs again. "Wow. Even I have never had an affect like on a woman like this. Sure a few have forgotten my name but for entirely different reasons."

"Is he still here?" I ask finding my voice again.

"Nope. He had an appointment over at the University, but he'll be back tomorrow."

I still feel warm and uncomfortable even after being reassured that I still have job. I leave the break room and go back to my office. I do not go back to work. I sit at my computer doing nothing. I stare at the screen for hours. I miss lunch. I cannot focus. I feel restless. I do manage to open my email. Pittman is gone for the day. There is only one thing to do. I leave the office, go downstairs, grab the nearest cart loaded with books and push it out toward the stacks.

I do not want to go to sleep tonight. I know what's coming. I can't handle this. I think I was happier thinking I was crazy. He was a fantasy. Some concoction that I had cooked up in my subconscious to make up for what was lacking in my life. That all changed today. He is real. I sit up and watch T.V. When that does not work, I listen to music. I sit on the balcony and watch people on the street. I eat a pint of ice cream followed by a roll of Tums. Finally, just shy of 2:00am, exhaustion takes over. I lie across the couch, fully clothed, and close my eyes.

*****

I am alone in the conference room. It's late. All the lights are out. The only light coming in the room is from a street lamp outside behind the building. For a few minutes, I see nothing and hear nothing. The entire building is empty and there is no noise. I walk to the window. There is no one outside. No other widows show signs of light. The entire city has uncharacteristically shut down. 

The air changes and I know he is here. I feel him cross the room and come up behind me. He does not touch me, but I can feel his body heat. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Then something unusual thing happens. 

I don't turn around. Instead, I take another step forward. I am so close to the window, I can see my breath fog the glass. I can feel my body protesting not wanting to pull away from him, but I am able to control it. I keep my eyes closed.

"Are you real?" It takes a minute to realize those words have come out of my mouth. I wait for him to answer me.

"What do you think?" He does not move. He allows me the space I have created.

I hate questions that are answered with questions and I tell him so.

He laughs then answers me seriously. "I want you to be real. What do you want?"

I take another deep breath. The windows fogs again. "I think...I think I need you to be real." It hurts to admit this out loud. 

My heart hurts as I realize the truth of that statement. I can feel the ache. I open my eyes. I don't realize that I am holding my breath until my lungs begin to burn. I exhale and turn around. He is standing very still but he is watching me intently. I move closer to see his face. I see need in his eyes, not lust. 

He is wearing the same polo shirt and jeans. His hair is down. I don't think I realized how long it was. The jet black hair falls midway down his back. He is barefoot.

I look at his hands. They are motionless at his sides. I reached for one hand. I place it palm up and stare at it for a minute. I run my fingers over his fingers. I do the same with the other hand. I return his hands to his sides and run my hands slowly up over his bare forearms and up over the polo shirt to this shoulders. When I reach the top, I run my hands down again. 

I can hear him breathing a little deeper, but he makes no attempt to touch me. I am in control. I move to stand behind him. I run my hands up and down his back and over his ass. I press my cheek against his back. He is so warm. Reaching around him, my fingers wriggle their way up under his shirt. His skin is on fire. My hands run over the rippled stomach and up over his broad chest.

I bury my face into his back. "I need you be real." I breathe the words as I pull up on the bottom of his shirt. 

He raises his arms and helps take the shirt off as I am too short for the task. My need is there, but it is not uncontrollable. I move around to face him again. He lifts one hand and uses his index finger to trace my face. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of his fingers tracing the shape of my face. He face leans in so close that I can feel his breath on my forehead, then my nose, then my cheek and finally on my mouth. 

The kiss is light at first. So light that I think I imagined it. The second was soft but I could feel his lips brush mine. 

"I've been waiting for you." He breathes against my mouth. When I lick my lips, my tongue brushes against his and all control disappears. I feel heat and moisture flood my center.

I grab his neck and pull him down to me. The kiss is hard and bruises my lips, but I don't care. I groan as his arms squeeze my body hard against his. There is no air. His mouth is the only thing that exists for me. My knees wobble and I know I will not stay on my feet much longer. I sink down to the floor taking him with me. We are both sitting in the middle of the floor. His hands roam down my stomach, to my legs and find the hem of my dress. The garment finds its way up and over my head. 

I whimper at the loss of contact with his mouth in the second it takes to get the dress up and over my head. His mouth reclaims mine and never leaves as I wiggle out of my tights with his help. He has to get up on his knees to get his jeans off. Even then, our mouths do not part. His tongue is smooth against mine. I love the taste of him. His hand slips between my legs. I'm so wet, that his fingers slip inside with no resistance. I shiver and groan into his mouth at the touch as he strokes me and rubs my clit with his thumb.

His mouth leaves mine. Before I can react, I feel his mouth on my neck. His lips travel down, kissing their way to my breasts. It is only then that I realize my bra is gone. I gasp when his mouth closes on my nipple and sucks gently and first, then harder. His fingers are moving faster inside me and my hips are thrusting back creating that familiar pleasurable rhythm. I cry out at the pleasurable sensations he is causing but I need more.

My arms, wrapped around his neck for support, move down his arms and down his stomach to gasp his hard cock. I stroke the length of him and look up. I push his face up for a moment.

"You have to be real." I say the words in my head now as I move to straddle his lap, still kissing him. Sinking slowly, I take his entire length inch by inch inside me until I am full. For a moment I do not move. I like the feeling of fullness. He is sitting up, holding me and looking into my eyes. Breaking contact with his mouth, I pull my calves under my thighs and balance on my knees for a moment. I kiss him again as I begin to move.

Moving slowly at first, his moans turn me on and encourage me to move faster. He holds me steady by my hips as I pump up and down on his cock. My hands run up and down his shoulders, his back and his hair. Each stroke brings me closer and closer and I dig into his back with my fingernails. He responds by thrusting up harder to match me. His fingers dig into my flesh. Our rhythm is fed by need. My legs begin to ache. I don't care. I cannot get enough.

I feel the first notes of my orgasm begin to crest as I grip his shoulders tighter. His mouth is set in a hard line but his eyes never leave mine even as I kiss him again between gulping down mouthfuls of air. Watching him watching me is too much. I explode and give in to my orgasm. My undulations slow him down for a moment, but then he begins to thrust into me harder bringing on another.

I dig bloody half moons into his shoulders and cry out as I throw my head back. He buries his head in my chest and heaves into me once...twice...and on the third, explodes inside me. I can feel his release and reach for his mouth. He kisses me. I can taste his hunger. 

We sit holding on to each other for a while. He is still inside of me. I love the feeling.

"How can this be happening?" I ask after I catch my breath. Silly question, I know, but nonetheless it needs to be asked. 

"It does not matter." He strokes my back. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Why are you here?" It's a risky question, but I guess I am taking all kinds of chances tonight.

"I'm here because I've been looking for you. You've been looking for me too, but you will not admit it." He smiled when he says this. I'm not looking at his face but can hear it in his voice.

"I don't like to admit a lot of things." I confess, finally lifting my head off his shoulder and looking at his face. He still has a soft smile on his lips. I kiss him softly. 

He returns my kiss then holds my face in hands and looks at me. "I know but this can be real if you want it to be." This statement surprises me. I open my mouth to reply...

*****

It is still dark when I wake up. It's 5:30. Surprisingly, I am not sleepy. I know that I will not be able to go back to sleep, but that does not bother me right now. My confusion mounts as I wander the apartment. How do I go to work? How do I my job this week? What am I going to do when this is over? Confusion and fear fuel my appetite and I end up making pancakes, eggs and sausage for breakfast. As I wolf down a breakfast usually reserved for Sundays, I think about what I need to do.




Dreams Ch. 02



I have to remember that no one noticed anything unusual with me yesterday. And judging from Emily's reaction, I was not the only female he impressed. The only problem was that I am the only unattached female in that library. That means all eyes will be on me the rest of this week. We don't get a lot of excitement on a daily basis and there is nothing like the subject of someone's love life to get eyeballs roaming and tongues wagging.

I know they have talked about me for years. Most were here three years ago and they have seen that there has been no one since. "Poor single Angela." I hate those looks even if my co-workers don't mean any harm by it.

I have problems. I have to keep my head on at work, and get my job done. Easier said considering that I will be in close proximity to a man who makes my pulse race the temperature in the room rise. I'm going to have to spend the entire week fighting every impulse I have.



Dreams Ch. 02



Please read the previous chapter before starting this one.  This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a ‘list of the characters’ at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they ‘fit’ into the plot.  Enjoy.


The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of – Chapter 2

The three of us were late for work in the morning.  We didn’t have sex or make love or whatever you want to call it.  We just didn’t want to part each other’s company.  Tom drove Mar and me back to my apartment squeezed into the passenger seat of the Porsche; driving was much faster than public transportation.  He waited while Mar and I did quick makeovers for work.  Marcella borrowed one of my skirts, except on her it became a ‘maxi’ skirt.  One of my ‘brand’ blouses became an off-the-shoulder ‘flash dance’ kind of look for her.  

As we went in the door of our building, we each waited for separate elevators before heading up to our company’s offices.  I went last, slipping into my cubicle with my tardiness apparently unnoticed.  

Before I started work, I took a big sigh and thought of how much pleasure I’d received over the weekend and how much pleasure I hoped I’d given.  If there was a measure of perfection, the weekend had achieved it beyond my wildest dream.

I connected with Mar for lunch, and then Tom, Peter, and Dave joined us.  Tom, Mar, and I tried to act nonchalant.  After a few minutes of awkwardness the whole table launched into animated conversation, some of it about the play we’d been to on Saturday night – a night that even though it had been magical now seemed so far in the past.

I didn’t see Mar or Tom that week except at work.  I slipped into private corners of the building with both of them for kisses and reminders of how happy we each were with the weekend.

Mar had been concerned about horning in on ‘my man.’  I assured her that there was no ownership, reinforcing Tom’s own philosophy about exclusivity to her.  Perhaps the feelings she understood the most was that I loved her and wanted to bring her pleasure.  If Tom was part of that pleasure, so much the better.

I had no lurid sex dream in the nights at the start of the week.  I missed them, but then I had my real memories about Tom, Mar, and I to think and dream about.

The ‘dreamscape’ changed Thursday night, however, especially for Marcella.  She was seated in my cubicle when I got to work on Friday.  She was nervous and giddy in the same instant.  

“Ariel, I’ve got to talk to you right now!”  She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall to a vacant conference room.  She shut the door and then pushed me down into a chair.

She began, “I had a dream last night – a sex dream.  I can remember it all, including who was there.  Oh, Ariel, I came – I orgasmed – it was so nice.  This morning I was covered in … well, sexual juices from men and women – or maybe just me.”

I’d dreamed too, but I didn’t want to take her thunder away from her.  I asked, “Who was there?  What happened?”  In the back of my mind I already knew the answer to my question; I’d been there too.  The details of the dream came back to me.

Marcella blushed a bright scarlet hue as she struggled to get hold of herself.  She went on slowly, “Well, Tom and you were there, and so was Peter Winslow and Dave Wescott from Purchasing – our lunch buddies, and Beth Cariola from supply chain management.”

“And what happened in your dream?  What’d we do?”  In my mind I thought of the six-person orgy I’d dreamed about.  Then I realized she was describing the same dream.  I just hadn’t awoken with any physical evidence or deep memory like she had?  I did vaguely remember a middle of the night climax that brought a smile to my lips.

Mar said excitedly, “Well, the only way I can put it is that everybody fucked everybody else at least once during the time I was aware.  Oh, God, Ariel, it was so sexy and so wonderful.  I didn’t want it to end, but I guess I fell back to some deeper level of sleep.”

I paused and offered, “Well, in my book you’re normal.  I shared part of that dream with you, but I don’t fully recall.  Just as you described who was there, it seemed familiar – like déjà vu.”

Mar speculated, “Do you suppose anybody else had the same dream?”

“You could ask them?”

She laughed and said, “Oh, yea, right!  Like I’ll walk up to Peter or Dave and say, ‘Hey did you dream of fucking me last night at our orgy?’”

“You could safely ask Tom,” I ventured.  “He wouldn’t laugh, nor would he spread it around.”

Mar looked contemplative at that idea.  After a few more words we headed off to our separate desks.

At lunch, I watched the subtle way Marcella waylaid Tom; she herded him the long way to our table while having a private conversation with him.  

As the two of them sat down, Tom locked eyes with me.  He spoke to me quietly so the others couldn’t hear: “I had the same dream at Mar.”  There was no editorial comment or further explanation.

Peter came and sat next to me and across the table from Mar.  Normally a jovial and talkative member of our growing lunch circle, he seemed unusually quiet this noon – almost embarrassed.  He also seemed to study Marcella, Tom, and me, and then, after Dave joined us, him too.

I studied the studier.  I became certain Peter had a complementary dream, and as the lunch conversation zigged and zagged, I realized that Dave probably had too.  He too was quiet and overly observant of Mar and me.

I ran into Beth Cariola in the middle of the afternoon.  Although the meeting at first seemed random, I realized she had come looking for me.  She flashed me a huge smile of recognition, and I returned the favor.

“Hi, Ariel.  I just don’t see enough of you around here these days.  I’d love to get together with you sometime and catch up.”

“Beth, I feel the same way.  Any chance you’d want to stop for a glass of wine after work – you know, kick off the weekend the right way?  Marcella is coming too.”  I got a knowing glance from Beth.  She nodded and we agreed to meet in a couple of hours.  When I got back to my desk, I called Mar and shared my speculations about the dreamers.  

I did my work automatically in the ensuring time, my mind really focused on recalling the dream and what it was like to engage in a six-person orgy.  I liked making love with Tom, and I certainly wasn’t a virgin although I didn’t think of myself as sexually experienced.  I also liked my time with Marcella.  I wanted more of all of the above.  

Having a few more sex partners would be … well, exciting, but a little scary.  But then, I felt a wash of romantic love surge through me.  It wasn’t just sex, it was love – it was a way to express love in the most meaningful manner possible.  I looked at a little sign I had in the middle of the clutter on my cubicle wall: ‘Be bold.  FEAR stands for Feeling Excited And Ready.’  I decided I could really be excited and ready for an orgy, at least with the players that Mar, Tom, and I had dreamed about.  I loved them all – unconditionally.  I’d seen them, warts and all and still loved them.  We were all evenly matched, knew each other well, and were all caring and nice people.

Beth appeared glad I’d invited Mar to join us.  The three of us trooped down the street joyous for a Friday evening and an open weekend.  After pleasantries at the wine bar, Beth leaned across the table to Mar and me.  She said, “I had a really unusual dream about some of us from work last night.  It was just important to me that I see you two and regain some perspective on reality.”

Mar, ever the one to turn a crack into a chasm, said, “Oh, you mean the dream about the six-person orgy?”

Beth’s mouth fell open, and she started sputtering: “How’d you know?  I haven’t told anyone.  I mean  … err … I didn’t think … uhghunbg.”

I stepped into the fray, “Beth, something strange has happened – is happening – to a lot of us.  I think I may be the first one to experience it, but several others at work are having it too – including Mar.”  I gestured to my cohort.

Beth looked interested.  I went on, “We share dreams – usually sexual dreams although I’ve had some very loving, almost spiritual dreams, as well.  Moreover, the dreams often leave some physical evidence behind or take us on a physical journey of some kind – a body experience.”

Beth whispered, “Like having orgasms – and fluids?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, exactly like having orgasms, and also being covered in cum or being fucked, or squirting girl juice everywhere.  All these things.”

Beth nodded and whispered again, “I had all that happen.  You and I … we … we even … and Mar too.”  She turned to Marcella.  “We all made … love … while the men there just watched us.  It just seemed so right and … and loving.”

Mar said, “You mean Tom, Dave, and Peter?”

Beth nodded.

I asked, “Did you like the experience?”

“Oh, Ariel.  I’ve asked myself that all day, and every time I focus on the question I get wet.  I didn’t want to leave my cubicle in case I was too odoriferous.  Of course I liked the experience.  I love all those guys.  It was so nice.  I felt so special and close to them afterwards – in my dreams, that is.”

She paused and then added, “I guess I’ve felt close to them all along.  But after we all made love, our union … our relationships just felt so dear.”

I told her of my ruminations that afternoon as I thought of the experience, more from Mar’s telling than my memory.  Mar confirmed similar thinking.

At Mar’s urgings I told Beth the progression of my dreams with Dreamlover.  I carefully omitted the assignation I’d had with Marcella in the interest of preserving her reputation – and mine.  Mar, however, jumped in and told the story of both my dream and the weekend together it had precipitated.  Beth asked more questions and in the end admitted she wished she’d been party to our Sapphic encounter.  Of course, she emphasized that she was very ‘guy oriented,’ just that being with a woman or women was a really nice idea she’d like to try for real sometime.  She remembered the action from the previous night’s dream and had liked the whole scenario.

On that note, we grabbed some salads for dinner, and then the three of us went to my apartment and managed to produce a very satisfying lesbian experience for each other.  Beth and Mar slept over – the three of us naked in my large bed, but not before we’d elicited a stream of screaming orgasms from each of us, covered ourselves in each other’s juices, and swallowed so much girl juice we doubted we’d need to eat again.  Each of us glowed with love and lust from the experience.

Tom called me about nine o’clock on Saturday morning.  He’d apparently gone out with the guys the night before for beers – specifically Peter and Dave.  Somehow they’d confessed their version of the dream, and expressed a desire to see it happen for real.  The feelings weren’t just lust; Tom said he felt each of the men had a real connection with each of us women.  If I hadn’t known Peter and Dave so well, I might have challenged that statement, but I felt the same way about them.

“And, so, what’s next?” I asked.

Tom said, “We were wondering if you’d like to come to an impromptu party at my place tonight.  Informal.  Dinner.  Guys cook.  See where things go.  Peter and Dave are going to call Mar and Beth this morning.”

“Why Mr. Ransom, are you trying to get into my pants?”  I jested with him in a very fake southern drawl.

Tom laughed and said in fake John Wayne drawl, “Well, Miss Ariel, the thought did cross my mind … all week in fact.  I’ve missed you.  I love you.”

We both laughed, agreed on a time and rang off.  Mar and Beth sat in their nudity and looked at me.  I reached down and stroked my slit, bringing my nectar to Beth’s lips since she was closest to me.  She tongued my fingers.  “It’s on,” I said.  “Expect calls very soon.”

The three of us formed a circle and started serious efforts at pleasuring the person on our right while the person on our left used fingers, mouth, and tongue to elicit the last orgasm of the morning.  Half an hour later the three of us lay panting in my bed, our heads resting next to the pussy they had just pleasured.  God, sex was great.

By eleven that morning both Beth and Mar had gotten cell phone calls and invitations to the party.  Neither Peter nor Dave ever mentioned a dream, only a desire to go to Tom’s dinner with them and ‘to get to know them better.’  We laughed about that sobriquet for the coming orgy.

The three of us sat around that morning talking about proper etiquette at an orgy, including how to get things started, how to make the guys all feel included and loved, and how to come out of experience feeling wonderful about ourselves.  It turned out to be time well spent.

*

The dinner was a masterful creation by the three guys: Tom, Dave, and Peter.  Peter did an appetizer with escargot in mushroom caps, and a Caesar salad made from scratch.  Tom did a chicken stuffed with artichokes and spinach in a light wine and cheese sauce as the entrée.  Dave produced poached pears and cappuccino for each of us.  

Beth, Marcella, and I teased the boys about the great dinner, but with an air of awe and thanks for the gourmet meal to go with it.  Every interaction with the guys broke another stereotype about what bachelor men were capable of.  These guys were keepers.

I had whispered to Tom that after dinner liqueurs were wanted, so as our coffees were finished, Tom brought a prepared tray to the table with Drambuie and Grand Marnier on it along with six small cut-glass cordial glasses.  We’d dimmed the lights in the living room so we could look out at the view of the city without too many reflections.

Tom moved to serve the cordials, however, I stopped him.  “We’ll take over serving these,” I told him.  He grinned.

“Dave, what’s your preference?”  He told me he wanted Drambuie.  I filled one of the glasses about three-quarters full and lifted it from the tray.  He reached for it, but I shook my head ‘no’ to him.  He looked puzzled.

I moved in front of Dave as the others watched.  “Dave, I’ve learned a really nice way to serve liqueurs and I need your help and cooperation.  Please close your eyes.  I promise I’m not going to hurt you or spill it on you.”  He looked suspicious, yet his eyes closed and he waited next to me on the sofa.  I felt the trust of long and deep friendship.

I sipped the rich syrup, and then moved next to Dave.  I set the glass down on the coffee table and took his head gently in my two hands to steer him.  I brought my lips to his, rubbing my lips against his for a couple of seconds, and then entering into a soul kiss.  As the kiss matured, I thrust my tongue between our lips, finding his, and then jetted the small sip of Drambuie into his mouth.  I didn’t break contact, but I did hear him moan and move into a much more significant kiss with me.

We came up for air after about thirty seconds.  We smiled at each other.  Dave said, “That was … was magnificent.  I’ll never drink a liqueur again without thinking of you and this moment.”

I turned to the table just in time to see Tom administering the same treatment to Beth, and Mar with her tongue deep into Peter’s mouth.  When the liquid kisses had finished, everyone sat and looked at everyone else.

Peter looked at Marcella and said, “Wow!  What a memorable event.”

Beth looked very pleased with her initiation into the new technique.  Tom gave me a wink.

I took another sip from my Drambuie glass and moved to Peter.  He looked surprised at the shift, but willingly entered into the liquid kiss with me.  Knowing what was coming only heightened the experience for us.  Our tongues dueled with each other as we shared the rich liqueur made mostly from honey and scotch.  That kiss turned into another and another.  

Beside me Beth administered similar treatment to Dave, and on the love seat Mar and Tom were similarly engaged.  At my suggestion, we rotated again.  Tom and I repeated the process he’d taught me a week earlier, while Mar and Dave went at it, and Beth and Peter raised their libidos.  We rotated again, and I went back to Dave.

By this time, Dave had a significant lump in his pants, and after a quick visual check I could tell Peter and Tom did too.  As I started to kiss Dave, I allowed my leg to come up over his lap, rubbing significantly against the tent in his pants.  My hand followed and found the hardness hidden within; he moaned into our kiss again.

From the corner of my eye I could see Marcella pulling Peter’s cock from his pants.  I thought, ‘Game On.’  I slowly unzipped Dave’s pants and intentionally made awkward attempts to feel his penis in the narrow confines.  Finally, I also undid the belt and with a nudge or two pulled his slacks and boxers down his legs freeing his rod.  

Instead of going down on him immediately, I used my hand to stroke his rod a couple of times.  I then took another drink of the Drambuie and moved my full mouth to his cock.  Being careful not to spill too much, I slavered over his cock with the liqueur, dripping some of the liqueur down the side only to move and lap it up again.  I repeated the game about half a dozen times before he stopped me.

“Ariel, if you don’t stop I’ll cum all over you.”

“Now there’s a delightful thought,” I whispered back to him with a broad smile.  “I hope you cum a lot, I could really get into this.  We have all weekend you know.”

Dave looked around at the other two couples in the room.  Marcella was topless.  Tom was carefully removing Beth’s dress, revealing her bra and underwear.  I turned to Dave and said, “Take my top off.  Up and off.”  I held my arms up.  He was a fast learner and seconds later I too was topless.

Mar caught my eye and jerked her head towards Tom.  I knew what she wanted.  I had started on the buttons on Dave’s shirt, but turned after undoing only two of them.  I turned to Peter, as Mar rose and went to Tom.  She nudged Beth towards Dave.  She moved with a smile to Mar; Dave held his arms up to her and welcomed her with a hot kiss.

If the guys hadn’t gotten the idea before about what was going to happen they sure did in those few seconds.  Some kind of round robin was going to take place that night.

I helped Peter shed his shirt and pants.  Amid kisses he also stripped every last shred of clothing from my body.  

I welcomed Peter’s fingers into my pussy.  Knowing where this was going, and my excitement over the small orgy, my juices had been flowing overtime all evening.  He found a receptive girl.  He fingered me over and over, but before he could start anything serious I rose and moved to Tom.

Mar laughed as she broke off from similar activities with Tom.  As she moved to Dave, she knelt in front of him and grabbed his rigid cock, lapping up one side and down the other.  At one point she turned to me and said, “His cock still tastes like Drambuie.  I like that flavor.”  She jammed her head back down on the rigid shaft.

Beth had moved to Peter, and in my quick glance showed that she was capable of deep throating a large cock.  Peter was making strange gurgling noises involved with pleasure received.

Our six nude bodies shifted into high gear as the lovemaking began for serious.  Each of us had had ‘The Dream.’  We shared a common vision of what the night would be like, at least an excerpt of it between when we became conscious of the dream and when we drifted away from it and back into a deeper state of sleep.  Of course, like me, parts of it were forgotten only to be recalled through a sense of déjà vu as we changed partners again and again.

Each man had his own style for making love … for fucking.  I relished in the differences as the girls made their way around the loose circle we’d formed in Tom’s living room.  We drew as much excitement from watching the scene of the others as we did from our own efforts with different partners.




Dreams Ch. 02



Dave was a man of many positions.  When I’d return to his station, he’d ask, ‘Where did we leave off?’  I’d tell him, and he’d flip me into some other position he’d learned delivered superb pleasure.

Peter clearly preferred the missionary position and a vantage point where we could look into each other’s eyes.  He told me, ‘The eyes are the windows on the soul.  I want to see into your soul and want you to see into mine.’  I felt so close to him as we fucked.  

Tom was a known to me.  He’d been my Dreamlover and then we’d spent last weekend physically together.  He was adventurous and loving.  He was more vocal than the other men, whispering words of endearment to me as we pummeled each other’s bodies.

I recall a few of the first orgasms in the circle, my own being one of them.  Dave triggered it as I rode him reverse cowgirl and he toyed with my ass.  Beth turned out to be noisiest among the girls; Peter among the boys.  They happened to be together when they each came.  Without knowing the scene, one might have believed a murder was in progress.  Mar contributed to the orgasm count too when Tom shot load after load into her cute pussy.

Even when one of the boys had to rest to rejuvenate, we still rotated, using the time with the recuperating man to really make love rather than just indulge our lusty fantasies.  One time while Peter rested, I gently rubbed my tits along his chest as we told erotic stories to one another.  The stories, of course, had to top the reality we were making for ourselves in that room.

Mar captured me at one point and in front of the others she proceeded to clean my sopping wet cunt from all the cum and girl juice that had collected there.  Beth was being fucked reverse cowgirl by Dave as we started; yet she pulled away and also joined our Sapphic session in front of the guys.  As the guys watched the three of us, they stroked their recovering cocks.

Mar and Beth lapped me clean, then we turned the tables and Beth became our target.  She tasted divine, and I knew from the cocks I’d sucked that I’d already tasted her juices as I’d performed oral sex on the guys.  Beth and I rendered Mar a quivering mass of orgasmic female flesh in record time as we worked her over.

After our cleaning, each girl moved to one of the guys and we started another, more leisurely round of fucking.  Tom protested the use of the “F” word: “We’re making love to you girls.  This is far more than a cluster fuck, although an outside observer might think otherwise.  I speak for all the guys when I say, we have feelings – deep feelings – for each of you.”

Even though Peter had his cock buried in my pussy, I looked over and told Tom I loved him.  I said the same to Dave, and then to Beth and Mar.  My love for Peter was self-evident at that moment; I told him anyway.

Each of the others also pledged their love to our sexual circle.  We rotated and then one by one the orgasms started for both guys and gals.  This time we were done.  Beth and Dave claimed the sofa.  Peter and Mar and Tom and I migrated to Tom’s big bed and we were soon asleep.

Peter’s gorgeous masculine form fucked me to a gorgeous orgasm first thing the next morning.   Next to me, Tom duplicated the feat with Marcella.  Amazingly, we came within a minute of each other.

With cum running down my leg, I left the bed and went to the kitchen to start some coffee.  I didn’t want to clean up; I enjoyed the slightly slutty feeling the leaking cum gave me in front of the others.  Beth and Dave were just finishing a morning fuck session as I came out.  I went over to them, knelt beside them, passionately kissed them both, and then rubbed Beth’s clit as Dave slid in and out of her body.  Her orgasm triggered his, and I delighted in the small contribution I might have made to their enjoyment.

Soon three nude and drippy females worked to serve breakfast to three swinging and recovering cocks.  Frequently, one of the women would kneel and ‘clean’ up a messy penis.  We laughed at the various descriptions we gave for what was happening.  There were lots of kisses and wandering hands and mouths as we went about our business.

Beth, Mar, and I sat on towels to catch our drips rather than sully Tom’s dining room chairs.  

I observed, “You know, no one mentioned the dream last night.”  I turned to Dave and Peter and asked, “You did have a dream about the six of us on Thursday night didn’t you?”

Peter wasn’t’ surprised by the question; he responded first, “Yes.  Tom shocked Dave and me when he accurately described the same dream, and then when he shared that you women had the same dream.  I’m more than a little spooked out by that fact.”

Dave chimed in, “Yeah, me too.  I’ve had other erotic dreams; I’m just not sure why this one ended up shared.”

“Perhaps it’s something that was supposed to happen.  We’re to act on our shared dreams instead of forget them.  We’re to make them happen.”

Beth asked, “What happens next?  I mean I loved last night and this morning.  You may think me weird, but I don’t want it to stop.  I didn’t dream anything past last night so the future is an open question for me.”

Dave said, “I don’t want it to stop either.  I love the three of you … and even Peter and Tom.  I’ve just never done guy sex.  I’m not sure I’m up for that just yet.”

Peter and Tom concurred.  Mar and I weighed in on some kind of continuation of our group.

“Is it all sexual,” Tom asked after a quiet moment.

There was a long silence.  I rose from my seat and went around the table.  I kissed each person not with a sense of lust, but with the emotion of love from deep within – from my soul.  The act was difficult to fathom since we were all nude, yet in those instants I thought us revealed fully to each other.  Each person kissed me back with what I felt was the same emotion.

Tom was last.  After I kissed him I spoke the first words since his question: “No, I don’t think so.  I think there’s something else here we don’t know about yet.  It has to do with the dreams we’ve shared, how easily we fell into our love making, and the feelings you each just shared with me – love.  I love you all.”

As I sat down, Peter, who’d been on my left, leaned in and kissed Marcella rather tenderly.  He told her: “Marcella, I love you.”  He rose and went to Dave and kissed him on the cheek; he spoke to him too: “Dave, I love you.”  He continued with Beth, then Tom, and then me, telling each of us he loved us.

Mar repeated the move around the circle, and then Dave, Beth, and Tom.  The men were a little more reserved with each other than with the women, a point I chalked up to cultural conditioning.  The women were equally effusive.

Another long silence ensued before I decided to speak again.  “This peculiar relationship could go many different ways from where we are now.  Tom shared his philosophy about relationships with me a week ago, and I think it’s something we should all hear from him since that thinking can set the stage for where we might take all this.  I tried to tell Mar last week, but it was second hand, and by the time I mentioned it to Beth yesterday I knew I needed a refresher course in it.”  I turned to my right: “Tom?”

Tom had us bring our coffee cups back to the living room circle.  I cuddled up to him, and then he started to restate for us his thinking about relationships and memes we’d been given about them.  The points went by fast: loving more than one person, exclusivity versus open marriage, jealousy and compersion, boundaries, ownership and commitment, self reliance and self responsibility for our own happiness, soul mates, static versus dynamic relationships and boundaries, expectations about the length of relationships, marriage and polyamory, love languages, the purpose of aloneness, and then the various goals and meanings that relationships provide.  He branched out into the role spirituality played in his thinking, and for Tom how he felt that what he learned from each relationship was part of his spiritual growth and evolution.  

As he finished, we all sat there as though stunned.  The words were so uplifting and refreshing compared to the daily pap we got through the media or what had been handed to us by our families, friends, or church.  Tom’s treatise had taken almost an hour.  The questions then began after some digestion of his words.

Beth tossed out a question by way of posing a situation: “So the six of us, even with others, could form a group … a sexually intimate group.  The bonds could be love or devotion or other things like affinities, but we’d still be a group.  Don’t we end up committing to the group, which in your words mean we turn over ownership to the group?”

Tom turned towards Beth and said, “How do you feel about the six of us?  Do we own you or do you own us?  Do you feel a right to insist on our behavior or us on yours?”  Beth shook her head negatively.  “When the numbers are reduced to just two people, I think that’s where the ownership really comes into play, although it could just as well start with this size group as well.  Any relationship of any size carries an implicit commitment to obey some unspoken rules and to adhere to some boundaries.  So commitment is something that comes as a matter of degree.  We commit to the group so that we get what we want in return – our needs are met.  The group commits to us so its needs are met – our continued participation, our sharing of ourselves without restraint, and our respect for each other and the informal group rules, just to name a few.”

Beth probed, “What rules?  What about the couple you mentioned?”

Tom replied, “Well, when the commitment is between two people we usually start to impose boundaries to stay within and rules to obey.  It starts to feel like ownership pretty soon.  Some rules are you can’t see other people, or you can talk to people of the same sex but not the opposite sex.  You certainly can’t extend you umbrella of love or intimacy to new people.”  He paused and said, “Oh, yes, there are informal rules too – the kind that spring up in the instant.  We had one last night – no anal sex.  Where’d that come from?  Any one of us could have tried it.  We also didn’t double up on one of the others – two guys on one of you girls, or two girls loving one of us guys.  We kept ‘coupling’ all night long, except for your little Sapphic encounter at half time.  It shows how easily rules and boundaries form, yet before the rules were clear, we were all nude and sharing ourselves with the others rather easily.”

Peter posed the next question: “I can’t believe that a group like this would last very long.  Wouldn’t jealousy set in somewhere along the line?  For instance, ‘Dave’s getting more of Beth’s time than I am,’ or ‘Tom’s having sex with Mar too much.’  I could see myself latching on to feelings like this; they’d fester until I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I don’t know what I’d do; be unhappy for sure.”

Tom said, “First off, one more ‘rule’ comes into play for those feelings to occur: you have to love me as much as I love you.  Now I have some standards about what that looks like, so I’ll know when you’re loving me less and I’ll feel hurt, angry, mad, or some other unpleasant emotion if you slack off or break some of our other rules.  In the worst case, I’ll break up the relationship I have with you – separation or divorce.”

We were all leaning forward into Tom’s response.  “Now that equal-love rule is a major contributor to jealousy.  If you pay attention to someone else in some way I don’t like, you break that rule and I don’t feel equality in our love.  Keep it up, and I put our relationship on a death spiral.  Jealousy is insidious – it can start small and grow if you allow it.”

“You can, of course, decide not to be jealous.  Let me test, who had jealous feelings last night or even this morning?”

Dave said, “I felt a little inadequacy – call it penis envy.  I mean Peter and you are better endowed than I am, but I didn’t feel jealous about sharing Beth, Mar, or Ariel, if that’s what you mean.”

Beth leaned over to Dave and stroked his tumescent penis.  She told him so we could all hear, “You have what it takes and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.  I’ve had about five orgasms on this shaft in the past day and every one was glorious.”  She kissed the tip.  Dave got a big smile on his face.  

Mar and I chimed in about how pleasurable we found making love with him.  I added, “When it comes to inadequacies, how do you think I feel around these beauties?”  I gestured to Beth and Mar.  “I’m twenty pounds over and can’t seem to lose it.  We all have some physical inadequacies I guess.”

Tom said, “I think with admissions like that we’ll get over at least some of our feelings of inadequacy about our bodies relative to each other.  Talking them out is supposed to make us feel better about them.  As for the relationship question, because we were all sharing more or less equally I don’t think jealousy came into the picture.  Let me ask the opposite question, how many of you felt joy and happiness when you watched some of the others – be specific?”

Peter said, “To tell the truth, I watched Dave pumping into Ariel one time last night on the sofa.  Just the whole scene was so sexy – her legs were up, toes pointed to the stars, her eyes were closed; yet she had a look on her face that defined pleasure and some kind of spiritual joy.  So did Dave – his back was arched as he drove into her.  I didn’t see any inadequacy there, only divine pleasure between two lovers – and in those few moments, Mar was with me, we shared in those emotions as we watched the two of you.”

Beth said, “I watched Mar and Tom – she was on top, her breasts swaying in his face.  He’d kiss and suck on them, all without missing a long stroke into her pussy.  The scene was erotic as hell – in fact, just watching them I came as Peter fucked me.  Nothing against Peter, but it was the scene that brought me off; Peter did it for me a few minutes later too, but in the time I played voyeur I merged with Mar and Tom, and felt so good about their happiness.”

Tom said, “What you felt, and I’m sure there are other examples from while we’ve been together, is called ‘Compersion.’  It’s the opposite of jealousy.  You take joy and personal pleasure in watching your lover have a joyful experience, even if that experience is with someone else.  Think about it, isn’t that a much better emotion to court than jealousy, rage, revenge, and anger?”

We all nodded.

Dave asked, “Around this point though, what if you don’t love someone to the same extent or vice versa?  How’s that play out?”

Tom said, “Let’s not think of ‘love’ as a static thing, rather think of it like the tides – it ebbs and flows but the tide is always there.  It’s unconditional.  The same with the psychic energy we pump into each relationship we have.  To think that you can equally love someone else – and freeze that point – is pure folly.  So enjoy the tides.  You don’t have to love equally to love someone else, but I think you need to be sure that inequality is recognized if its great – for instance, unrequited love.  If the difference is too large, there’s really no relationship.”

“What do you mean?” Beth asked.

He continued, “When I first started work I fell in love with a gal at one of our suppliers.  She barely knew I existed.  I had these wild fantasies almost every day about ‘us.’  I dreamed about her – not like our dreams – no reciprocity apparently.  We finally connected, but for her I knew it was at a friendship level whereas I was at the head over heels in love with her level.  Ultimately, you can’t sustain that discontinuity.  We remain friends, but she never knew I had a huge thing for her.”

“Don’t you still love her?” Someone asked.

“Yes, unconditionally.  She doesn’t need to do anything except ‘be.’  I try to approach everyone that way – to be conscious of the positive relationship I have with this person.”

I asked over my shoulder to Tom, who still held me in his arms, “How do you explain all this to someone who can’t see past the idea of couplehood, or who’s locked into an exclusive monogamous relationship?  What for instance would we tell our sibs or parents about something like this?”

Tom said, “How do you – how do any of you think about what just happened between the six of us?  Could you have a long-term serious relationship with one of us – all of us?  Think about that, and then think about what it is about your makeup that makes you accept or reject that idea.  And lastly, suppose we all lived together; how would you explain that to your parents?”

We were pensive for a few moments.

Mar broke the silence: “I have always sort of been a rebel.  I liked to challenge the status quo, to break the mold, to be a contrarian, to be different.  I never thought about it until now, but those traits make me want to do anything but have a normal marriage or relationship.  I love you all, and I’d continue this for as long as I can imagine.  As for explaining it to anyone, I guess they’d expect it of me given my track record.  I wouldn’t make a big deal of it – it is what it is.”

Dave said, “I’m more traditional, but when it comes to relationships I feel naïve.  I’m on square one, so anything that someone proposes is as good as anything else for me.  If it involves love and warmth and caring, I’m for it.  I guess I don’t have a preconceived idea of what a love relationship or relationships would be like.  I think it would blow my parents’ minds to hear I was living in a commune or whatever we call this.  My mom would be shocked and talk about violation of core family values; my dad would think about the sex and get horny.”  We all laughed.

Peter spoke next: “I always thought I’d have a traditional marriage when I settled down.  As you said earlier Tom, I got a heavy dose of relationship memes about couplehood, monogamy, and such.  It’s even the law all over.  I love my dream, you guys, and what we did, and I want it to continue and flourish.  I’m enthralled by the sex, but also with the feelings of love and caring all this has inspired in me.  Lastly, I’ll have to think about how I’d tell my parents or other more traditional thinkers – that’s the question really.”

We all looked at Beth.

She started, “I’m sort of like Mar, unconventional – at least my thinking is that way.  I’ve been the goody-goody girl all my life.  I’d love to tell people about this so they’d see I’m not in that stereotype any longer.  As for my parents, I don’t know what they’d think.  They surprise me with their liberal thinking more and more, yet I had a traditional upbringing.  What about you Ariel?”

I spoke next, “It’s hard to see the paradigm you’re in when you’re inside it.  These dreams and my time with Mar, Beth, and all of you shifted me to another paradigm and I don’t think I can go back to the old way of thinking.  Why would I?  There’s more love, caring, and sex over here.  It’s hard to explain a new paradigm to someone in an old one.  That said I’m going to have to try to explain to my folks that I’m now living in some other space.  Maybe some of you can help me do that?”

Heads nodded in support.

Tom capped off our discussion: “What we’re talking about is called ‘polyamory’ – having long-term intimate and loving relationships with more than one person.  Someone estimated that there are about half a million to a million polyamorous relationships in the U.S. now.  They’re not illegal although I wouldn’t want to argue the point in some states.”

“Relationships like this cover a broad spectrum.  For some, it could be ‘swinging,’ which is usually a couple in a committed relationship engaging in recreational sex – or to use an older term ‘wife swapping.’”

“Or, the concept of polyfidelity could be used – a group that commits to each other in a sort of group marriage and restricts sexual contact to each other.  Or, further, the whole idea could be a completely open relationship – any body, any time, any way.  Some relationships have primary and secondary relationships.  Today, with STDs as prevalent, there is a tendency to restrict sexual contact or insist on protection for sex outside one’s circle.”




Dreams Ch. 02



Tom continued, “There’s no one model for where this could go.  Some do legal agreements to manage contributions, property, and effort.  Some polyamorous relationships last a few months others go on for years.”

Peter said, “This sounds like a big step.  Can we take it slow?  I’m enchanted by the past few days – from dream to realization.  I’d like to see how I feel as this unfolds on a day to day basis.”

Beth said, “I like that idea.”

Tom said, “Well, let me suggest that at least for a while we are single during the week, and in our ‘poly’ mode on the weekends.”

Heads nodded.

*

The six of us spent the weekend together, at least until Sunday evening when everyone headed to their own homes to rest up for the coming workweek.

Monday at work and in the cafeteria, except for Beth’s addition to our lunch group, I doubt anyone would have noticed any change in behavior.  We remained politically correct in every way with no outward demonstrations of affection.

Well, there were a few minor exceptions.  For instance, each afternoon I’d meet one of the guys in the seldom-used west stairwell for some chaste kisses.  Oh, and there was the time I stuffed my odoriferous panties into Tom’s pocket for him to enjoy later.  And, there was the time I let Peter finger me to a small climax in the stacks of the company law library.  

Mar, Beth and I compared notes periodically as the week days passed.  While we each had some innovative ideas about how to tease the guys, one fact was inescapable: we were getting hornier with each day.

Thursday, I contemplated seeking relief from the guys, but Beth had found out that Dave and Tom had a softball game – weather permitting.  I prayed for rain, but my prayers went unanswered.  

I thought of a Sapphic encounter for Beth, Mar, and I, however, Mar had a day trip to New York and wouldn’t be back until late.  With Mar’s blessing Beth and I got together.

Beth and I had a lovely evening – a romantic dinner with some good wine, and then we went back to her apartment, stripped, and made love.

We took the time to learn each other’s hot spots and every little nook and crevice with both fingers and tongue.  By the end of the evening we’d mastered bringing each other to exquisite peaks, holding them there, and then producing an explosive orgasm of epic proportions.

I caught a taxi back to my apartment around 11:30 p.m.  I slept like a baby, and when I woke I relished in the thought that it was Friday and that after work all six of us would congregate at Tom’s apartment for a weekend of seduction, sex, and good company.  I’d be with my lovers again.

My juices flowed all daylong.  Mar and Beth said the same thing.  The guys were clearly willing as well.  At one point during lunch, I thought the guys would jump the three of us on the lunch table.  I savored that vision all afternoon: our nude forms wildly fucking each other in the middle of the cafeteria as our coworkers strolled by with their food trays, occasionally commenting on a position or technique or skill one of us was in the process of using on their mate of the moment.  Despite my tantalizing thoughts, the entire day dragged by at a snail’s pace.

By agreement, we each left our offices at different times and different routes.  Tom went first to be sure he’d be back at his condominium to welcome each of us.  By six we were all in his living room, a glass of wine in hand watching the lights come on in the city.  Tom had each of us draw a name from a hat for the initial pairings, and at 6:10 p.m. Peter’s tongue started to lap my slit and dawdle over my excited clitoris.  Around 6:20 p.m., at my insistence, his cock repeatedly drove into my aching cunt as I happily bounced into his downward thrusts.  

We didn’t last long.  To my surprise and pleasure, we came together, my orgasm coinciding with the jets of his cum splashing into my spasming cunt.  Finally, I was at least temporarily satisfied.

Peter and I cuddled while next to us in the large bed Tom and Beth duplicated our act of love and passion.  I found exceptional enjoyment in being a voyeur to their fuck, as I’m sure they did with ours.  I could tell Peter thought it interesting; I could feel his prick stiffen again against my ass.

Eventually, Mar and Dave came in and flopped down on the bed just as Tom ejaculated deep in Beth’s pussy.  The four of us watched as she then crested in the excitement.  She collapsed on Tom’s chest, her generous breasts shmushing against him as they kissed with lustful abandon.  They finally came up for air, only now becoming aware that they were the stars of a sex show that had just ended.

“You guys put on a really nice show.”  We applauded; Beth blushed and hugged Tom.

Dave speculated, “Now that our baser emotions have been temporarily sated, can we think about eating.  I had to skip lunch so I could be sure I could leave early.  I’m famished.”

Someone said, “Pizza?  Salad?”

Tom offered, “Place down the street delivers and does a credible job.  I’ll call.”  His cock still buried in Beth’s pussy, he stretched to his bedside table and got the extension phone.  A minute or so later we all listened to him order.  After he hung up, he said, “Forty five minutes; they’re busy tonight.”

Mar said, “You know, it hasn’t been a half hour since we got here and we’ve already done the dirty and have great plans for more.  But I have a larger problem.”

“What’s that?” Peter asked.

Mar smiled at everyone and said, “I’ve wanted … no, needed to make love to each of you all week.  This was intolerable.  I wore out my vibrator and the satisfaction index is pretty low for that.  I need you guys every day – every night.  I want you in my life.  I love all of you and I hate it when we’re not together.”

I seconded her feelings; Beth chimed in.  We both admitted our Sapphic time the evening before to trim our horns a little, and to whet our appetites for tonight.  Both of agreed that we wanted male sex and group sex, but more than anything we wanted to be with our lovers.

“I don’t feel complete without all of you around me, like this,” Beth said.  “I’m suddenly enjoying my nudity, our nakedness, and my newfound sex life, plus I’ve never felt so loved in all my life.”

Peter and Dave both chimed in with ‘me toos.’  

Tom seemed to be the defacto head of our group.  We all looked to him for some kind of decision or pronouncement.  He tilted his head around Beth’s and said, “OK.  I hear you.  This weekend we’ll make some decisions about spending more time together and I’ll do some further thinking on the subject.  Just to make it unanimous, I feel the same way.”

We migrated into the living room, still in our nakedness.  The girls made trips to the bathroom to freshen up certain parts of their anatomy.

Tom observed, “The pizza should be here in ten minutes or so.  Who’s going to do ‘door duty?’”

Peter said, “I think it should be one of the girls dressed just as they are now.”

I sort of liked the idea of teasing the pizza boy.  “I volunteer … but I’d like a cohort.”  I looked at Mar.

Mar said in a tone of eagerness, “And what might you see my role being?”

“Why, taking the pizza while I pay the man, of course!”

Mar nodded and said, “I’m in.  Beth?”

Beth volunteered also in a eager tone, “I could bring the money to the door after you get the amount we owe.”

We all grinned at each other.  I also could see the guys’ cocks swell with the idea of our exhibitionism.

Eight minutes and a lot of laughs later the doorbell rang.  I jiggled my way to the door, throwing it open to find a rather open-mouthed pizza delivery boy of about twenty.  After a long silence during which he soaked in every detail of my nude body, he finally said, “Oh, yeah, pizza delivery and salad.  $24.90 please.”  As he was talking he never took his eyes off my breasts.

I yelled over my shoulder, “Pizza’s here!  $24.90.”  

Mar appeared from around the corner.  She’d put on her high heels from work; in her nakedness they really looked like ‘fuck me’ shoes.  She said, “I’ll take the pizza and bag of salads.”  Pizza boy’s eyes bugged out of his head at her petite and very naked body.  She shook her breasts at him a little and gave him a coy smile, and then she held out her arms for the pizza.  It took him a minute to register that he was supposed to hand over the goods to her.  She took things and disappeared into the kitchen.

About that time Beth arrived in her nakedness.  She’d tied her neck scarf around her waist, and the effect was sexy and erotic.  Pizza boy practically came in his pants; I spied a huge hard-on trying to escape the confines of his jeans.  Beth had a handful of money and she carefully counted out thirty dollars into his shaking hand.  

We thanked him and shut the door.  He was still standing there with his outstretched arm with the bills in his hand.  I turned to the guys who were just out of sight from the front door in the living room and said, “Now, this is an address that will never be forgotten by Sam’s Pizza Palace.”  I smiled and followed Beth’s gorgeous ass into the kitchen.

*

We sat in a circle in Tom’s living room eating pizza and drinking the nice wines we’d each brought to the weekend.  There’s something disarming about eating a meal with others with no clothes on – like there are no secrets to your life.

Peter laughed at something Beth had said but turned to all of us, “OK everybody.  We’ve had two weeks to display at least some of our depravities.  My question for the rest of this dinner’s discussion is what are your fantasies and your perversions.  Let’s go around the circle.”

I chided Peter, “All right, but you have to start.  You show us the way.”

He smiled and said, “I have many – after all I’m a horny guy.  First, I would like to be in a three way – actually both kinds: two guys and a girl, and two girls and me.  Next, I’ve never tried anal sex; it’s on my bucket list.  Last, I have to admit that all of us fucking in the same room is the most erotic thing I can imagine – and I’ve done it.  I’m so happy.”  He looked back at me and said, “OK, Ariel, your turn.”

I began, “Since my dreams started I can’t believe how many variations I’ve already experienced – things I never would have thought I’d do, but now I have.  I second Peter’s comment about all of us having sex together in the same room.  I really get turned on watching you all around me being pleasured.”

“What else?” Peter asked.

“Well, I’m a little scared of anal, so I may not be your first victim in that regard.”  I thought for a moment as the others studied me; “I am not only a voyeur, I’m also an exhibitionist as I’m beginning to learn.  I’d like to do some other things like we did to the pizza boy.  I can’t think of specifics, but you know, flash someone, give someone a view down my top, accidentally walk nude in front of window when you know someone’s watching.  You get the idea.  The other thing, and your comments are invited; I think I’d like to seduce my brother.  I’ve always loved him; I’d like to bring that love to a different kind of peak than we’ve allowed until now.  Lastly, I had this great dream about a gangbang; I think I could get into that – with even more guys, even some guys that we just pickup that we don’t know.  There are probably other things I can’t think of, but for now those things will have to do.  How about you Dave?”

Dave blushed, “Err, ummm, it’s sort of embarrassing and I’ve never told anyone so don’t make fun of me … I’ve seen myself as a sub – you know in a dom-sub relationship with a strong woman.  I guess I want to be a cuckold too; just sexually I’d be the sub.  I wouldn’t want to be this way all the time … just to try it sometime, maybe for a weekend.”  When he was through he looked at Mar.

Mar said, “I’ve got a list of the sexual things I’d still like to try sometime.  First, like Ariel, I’d like to be in a gangbang.  I’d also like to do other exhibitionist things like Ariel too.  I’d like to be fucked at work – maybe by each of you guys.  I have a brother too – and I’d like to connect with him sexually.  Oh, and I’ll try anal with you Peter.”  Mar grinned at her revelations, thought for a moment, and then said, “Beth, what’s on your list?”

“Wow!  You blow me away,” Beth said.  “I mean what’s left that we haven’t done or that hasn’t been mentioned?”  After thinking a moment she looked at me and said, “I’d like to seduce the rest of my family – particularly my father; I’ve always had a thing for him.  It’s not as bad as it sounds; he’s really my stepfather.  I like the exhibitionist thing too – and the gangbang and the multiple sex partners at the same time idea.  I’d like to try double penetration.  I’d also like to make a real porn flick sometime – to be a porn queen.”  She turned to Tom and gestured for him to speak.  There was a murmur of agreement on her last comment.

Tom laughed and said, “All of the above.  I underscore our being together like this – making love and being sexual together.  I’m so happy all this worked out the way it did; I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.  I’m also a romantic at heart, so I like the ideas that there’s a lot of love around this circle and very little jealousy.  I’d like to see this mature and keep going into longer-term relationships between all of us.”

“What else would you want to do – you know, sexually?”

Tom thought, “Well, unlike Dave, I’d like to try being a dominant to a submissive woman – or women – I’d like to do that in public … not the sex part, but the exhibitionist part of the relationship.  And, just to set the record straight, I’d only like to try it for a short time.  I’m a big believer in equality of the sexes, so I wouldn’t be happy that way in the long term.”

“Go on,” I probed.

“I’d like to see us get a repertoire of sex toys – guy toys and girl toys.  I’d like to see us use them on each other to heighted our experiences.  I’d like to be tied up and maybe blindfolded some time while a couple of you tease and make love to me.  I like Beth’s porn film idea too.”  He thought for a minute and said, “You know, maybe we should get a book or go online to see what other ideas we can come up with.”

That idea met with wide acceptance.

Peter returned to his original point, “OK, between us all we now have a list of some very interesting perversions.  What do you say that we make some of the things happen for each other?  I guess I’m calling your bluff – mine included.”

There was a long silence as we looked at each other, but one by one each of us broke into a broad smile thinking of the menu of sexual delights in front of us.  I don’t think any of us would have budged from the rut we were in but for the dreams and our subsequent explorations with each other as a group – even as modest as we’d been so far.

*

Peter wrote each of our perversions on a slip of paper and put them in one of Tom’s baseball caps.  He came to me and held the hat up above my head, mixing the dozen or so strips of paper up with his hand.  

“Pick and read, Ariel.”

I reached in and drew out a slip, and then read aloud: “Exhibitionism.  Mar and others if they wish.”

Mar jumped up and did a little dance, turning in a circle as she swayed her hips and shook her generous breasts in Dave’s face.  He latched onto one of them with his mouth and pulled her to him.  Mar still had on her ‘fuck-me’ heels, and the effect was highly erotic to watch.

Seconds later, we watched as Dave’s perpetual erection slid up into Mar’s pussy.  She groaned and the sound was like a signal to the rest of us.  I straddled Peter and slowly sank down on his long cock, allowing it to fill my creaming cunt slowly.  We both looked deep into each other’s eyes and then I jammed my tongue into his mouth.  I remember thinking how horny I found myself.  Sex begets sex – will I ever be satisfied?

Beth lay back on the floor.  Tom was on her in an instant, his rod slapping at her clit and rubbing her secretions and his pre-cum around her nether region.  Peter and I watched as Tom slid so easily into her open pussy.  

The next few minutes were filled with the moans and groans as the six of us made love, again in the presence of each other.  

Peter and I did change positions so he could drive his cock into me harder, not that I wasn’t extending and dropping my body onto his enough.  I lay with my head by Beth’s and the two of us kissed and tongued each other as our partners thrust into us.  

At one point, Peter pulled out.  I was deep into a soul kiss with Beth.  The cock that refilled my cunt turned out to be Tom’s.  Peter and Tom had switched.  I found the idea of fucking multiple partners a real turn on, particularly when they just switched in a group setting.

Tom’s orgasm triggered my own – or was it the other way around?  I was holding hands with Beth and watching Mar get pounded as she leaned over the arm of Tom’s sofa.  Peter and Dave had switched too; Peter was doing such a good job of satisfying her.  

My legs were wrapped around Tom’s hips, helping him to drive into me.  After I felt his spurts of passion into my love cavern, he collapsed onto me.  We kissed wildly, and then he leaned over and kissed Beth as she came and Dave jetted his cum into her pussy.

The four of us lay on the carpet and watched Mar and Peter as he ploughed into her, pounding rapidly against her beautiful ass as they reached their crescendo.  After they came, Peter pulled her down on the floor next to Tom; Tom kissed her as Peter spooned in behind her.

I said, “Oh look, she’s so messy.  Someone’s got to clean her up.”

I moved down and pulled Mar’s legs apart.  My tongue slid up one leg, ending at her vagina where Peter’s cum was oozing out.  I lapped and lapped, often sucking her clitoris into my mouth and making her jerk at the stimulation.

Dave joined me.  He drove his tongue into Mar’s open hole, milking every last drop of cum out.

I whispered, “You surprise me.  I wouldn’t think a guy would do this after another guy.”

“Part of my submissive-cuckold fantasy,” He said.  “Besides the combination of Mar and Peter tastes divine and so sexy. “

Beside me, Tom was going down on Beth, and soon Peter joined the pair.  Beth was squirming and pleading for mercy as the two men traded off who ate her pussy and sucked on her clit.

Tom said to Dave and me, “You’re right.  I’d never have believed I’d eat a pussy with fresh cum from another guy in it, but it’s all right.  The cum is musty flavored and Beth is the flavor of the day.  She came a lot too.”

Peter just moaned happily as he lapped at Beth’s neatly trimmed bush.  Mar and he were holding hands across Beth’s legs.

*

The six of us decided to go to a local ‘meat market’ popular with our age group called Purple on Saturday night.  The club had a huge bar that meandered around the sides of the main room.  A few tables and a large dance floor were the focus of the place.  

In the spirit of exhibitionism, Beth, Mar, and I spent hours getting ready and working on just exactly how we would expose ourselves.  The three of us had gone back to my apartment to work on our outfits and makeup.  The guys estimated they’d be ready in about five minutes.

After considerable experimentation we decided that for Beth and I a sheer bra was actually sexier than the braless look.  Mar was stacked and tended to have erect nipples, so a no-bra look was definitely in for her.

We all agreed to dispense with panties or thongs.  We’d go commando.  Next we also decided that short skirts and fuck-me pumps were ‘in.’  With a little practice we learned how to hike ourselves on or off of a bar stool with just the right amount of innocence and effort to provide a momentary ‘flash’ of pussy to anyone positioned just right.

We also perfected how to dance with our tennis skirts so that a sudden turn or dip would also be revealing.




Dreams Ch. 02



Despite the cool weather, we also opted for sleeveless v-neck loose fitting tops.  Again, with some practice we learned how to hold our bodies and arms so that anyone standing near us could sneak a peek into a sleeve or down the vee, especially if we leaned forward.  The cool weather also proved conducive to erect nips.

We, of course, laughed ourselves silly at all the possibilities and permutations we might provoke at the club.  

Tom, Dave, and Peter had split up for the afternoon to run errands and attend to their own lives.  We’d agreed to meet them at the club at 9:00 p.m.; however, they thought they should not be obvious dates, only acquaintances we probably ran into at the club.  This would enable each of us to get into conversations with people we designated as ‘flashees.’  Beth, Mar, and I were the ‘flashers.’  

The club was already alive when we walked in a little after nine.  We didn’t see the guys, so after checking our coats, the three of us went up to the bar.  Before we could even order a tall lanky guy in western cut slacks and boots engaged me in a friendly hello.  

“Can I be a little friendly and buy this pretty lady a drink?” He asked in a long Texas drawl that seemed to make the sentence seem more like a paragraph.  

I looked at Mar and Beth, but by that time two other hunky guys who appeared to be friends of my Texan were cajoling them with similar pickup lines.  We all said “Yes.”

The three of us hiked ourselves onto the bar stools as we’d practiced; only each of us used the ‘no flash’ bar stool mount we’d practiced in my kitchen.  Conversation started and soon we were well engaged with Duke, my guy, Steve, Mar’s guy, and Aaron, Beth’s guy.  All three were in town from outside Dallas where they worked for the same software company.  We started to play who do you know, what do you know, and where have you been.  Duke was the only native Texan.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peter, Dave, and Tom enter the club.  They spied us, waved, and sauntered in our direction but took up positions about forty feet away at a different section of the bar.  I pretended not to see anyone familiar, and so we kept up our end of the chat with the three guys as we sipped our free drinks.

The DJ pumped up the music a few decibels and made talking difficult.  I turned and looked longingly at the dance floor, hoping someone would get the hint.  Of course, my turn also made my blouse puff out away from my body.  Duke’s eyes about jumped out of his head.  I knew he’d already spotted my excited nipples; now he was able to see my entire breasts encased in the thinnest gossamer brassiere that Victoria Secret could sell.

“Ariel, would you do me the honor of dancin’ with me?” Duke asked, his long drawl tempting my heartstrings.

“My pleasure, my knightly friend,” I told him with a smile as I started to slip down off the barstool.  

I held one knee just right and also allowed the material of my dress to bunch up on the barstool seat.  As practiced, I actually slid to the floor while my dress remained in the seated position.  My naked pussy flashed into view.

I acted oblivious to the event, trying to talk over my shoulder to Duke who was actually slightly behind me.  

In front of me, however, was a cluster of guys all glancing in my direction so they could watch the dancers.  As I faced Mar to tell her Duke and I were going to dance, I caught sight of their gaping mouths.  My dress dropped as the rest of me stood, ready to go to the dance floor.

My heart jumped at the moment of excitement.  I had just exposed my most intimate body parts to over a dozen horny and testosterone pumped guys.  I felt so proud of myself.  Somewhere inside me, my inner soul soared and did jumps of joy.  Just for those few milliseconds, I recalled the pizza boy.  The pizza boy flash was quality, but tonight was about quantity.

Duke was an awkward dancer, but he did like to twirl me around.  It took him three spins of my body before he realized that my skirt spun away from my body on each twirl.  The faster the twirl, the higher the skirt hem went; on the third spin my pussy again went on display at Purple.  I briefly had a daydream of a sign in front of the club: ‘Tonight Only at Purple – Ariel’s Pussy – Beautiful, exotic, erotic.’  I laughed.

Duke blushed when I caught him looking at my nether region after one particularly exciting spin.  By now I was aware that three or four others were also watching along with many of the guys I’d exposed myself to in dismounting the bar stool.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Mar do her dismount from her bar stool.  As we’d rehearsed, she was looking over her shoulder at Beth.  Mar was shorter, so her drop to the floor was longer … and so was the exposure of her pussy to the weather.  Even from fifty feet away I could clearly see the details of Mar’s cunt.  Her little strip of pubic hair that she’d left as a runway to her pussy flashed the entire club.  

Funnier still was the look on Steve’s face as he realized the girl he’d just asked to dance was in full disclosure from almost her navel to her toes.  Before his assessment could turn into action, Mar had fully dismounted and was smoothing her dress down as they walked to the dance floor.  Mar was stonefaced.

Beth and Aaron were right behind Mar and Steve.  Beth slid slowly down the barstool while looking straight into Aaron’s eyes.  I could actually see the color rise in his neck as she stopped midway off the stool, allowing him unrestricted view of her pussy.  Several other guys saw her too.

Beth raised the bar when she took Aaron’s hand and brought it to her pussy, allowing him to stroke her tuft of pubic hair and run a finger through her slit.  I watched her eyes close for an instant as she savored the moment.  Then she ended it by standing up.  She put her arms around Aaron’s neck and kissed him rather passionately.

I turned and saw Duke’s tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.  He too had watched the two women.  Now we all started to dance to the music within a few feet of each other.

At the end of a very long set of rock music, a slow number came on.  I crushed into Duke’s arms in a move that surprised him and molded my body to his.  By plan, so did Mar and Beth.  I ground my hips into Duke’s as we swayed to the music.  Somewhere in the middle of all this I pulled his head down to mine and we kissed more than danced.  I thought of an old sign I’d seen at a fraternity party in college: ‘There’ll be no fucking on the dance floor, and no dancing on the fucking floor.’  

After our kiss Duke said to me with a grin, “You girls trying to tell us somethin’?  Y’all mighty friendly in these parts.”

I looked at him coyly and said, “Maybe.  I like Texas men.”

“I guess underwear’s in short supply in these parts too.”

“Yep.”

We finished our dance and went back to our stools at the bar.  Just before we sat I had an idea – a really, really raunchy idea.  I intercepted Mar and had a quick whispering session with her, and then with Beth.  

I turned to the group and said, “Gents, excuse me a minute. I see a couple of friends from work I just have to say hello to – be right back.”

I wove through the crowd around the edge of the dance floor, resisting the urge to dance again and also repelling a couple of advances from single men.

I slid under Tom’s arm, pulling it around me before I kissed him.  I also kissed Dave and Peter as passionately as I had Tom, and for that matter Duke.  

“You guys all right?  Did you see our little act?”

“We’re fine and yes we did,” Dave said.  “So did about fifty other people in this club.  Right now you three are the talk of the town.  Beth’s little postscript on things really set the place on its side.  Even the DJ has a hard-on watching you three.”

I said, “Well, I have an even nastier idea, but you guys have to approve.”

Peter said, “You want to fuck them, right?”

“Sort of,” I answered.  “I actually want to have a gangbang with them and you guys.  I mean they’re clearly cruising for pussy, but they’re nice guys.  I like Duke – my guy; and Mar and Beth seems to have found winners too.  We all have an orgy of some kind on our bucket list.  We like the guys and I think you would too.  Mar and Beth like the idea.  I think it’s a rare opportunity.”

Peter, Tom, and Dave all looked at each other with eyebrows raised in the open question.  

Peter said, “Condoms a must.”

“Of course.”

“Where?”

“Wait here.  I’ll be back.”  Before I left, I did a fully body press against each guy, grinding my hips into theirs.  I could feel three erections pressing outward.

Tom said, “Remember, this is not only about love, but also thinking with your head.”  I waved over my shoulder at his admonition.

As I turned to return to the bar, Duke was watching me.  He had a questioning look on his face, really wondering what was going on.

When I got to him, he asked, “Good friends?”

“Very good friends … for the three of us.”  Mar and Beth nodded as they tuned into the conversation.

“That’s bad for us, right?” Steve said.

I leaned in and kissed Steve on the lips, running my tongue around his lips in a sensuous manner: “Not necessarily.”  He looked astounded at the cross over I’d made from Duke to him.  I pushed my hips into Steve’s  groin and ground them around a little.

Steve looked at Mar; however, she’d moved next to Duke and pulled his arm around her, making sure that his large hand encased her left breast completely.  Given that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the move was undeniably an announcement of things to come.  

Beth turned from Aaron and also kissed Steve.  “There, I’ve wanted to do that all evening – since we met you guys.”

I moved to Aaron and whispered in his ear: “Did you like feeling Beth’s pussy?  Would you like to feel mine?”  We kissed, but not before I watched his eyes get as big as saucers.

Duke finally asked, “What would make you pretty ladies really happy tonight?”

Everyone looked at me.

I spoke slowly, “Well, we were hoping to run into our friends over there and make a night of it.  We’ve shared before.”  I paused for effect.  “But then we ran into you three guys and you really turn us on too, and we like you all too.  So we were thinking maybe the six of you gentlemen could please the three of us horny women, that is if you’ve got somewhere to take us all – somewhere really nice and intimate.”

Duke, Steve, and Aaron shot glances back and forth.  I could watch the approval mechanism even though not a word was said.

Duke finally said, “Why don’t y’all invite your three friends over.”

I gestured to Tom to come over.  The three of them sauntered over and joined us.  I made introductions and soon an easy rapport had been established between the men.  

After about fifteen minutes of idle chatter, Duke said to me, “You know we’re right down the street at the Hyatt – a short walk.  We could continue this party down there.  Probably get better music off the TV … we could just see what develops.”  He stared into my eyes to see if there was any equivocation on my part.  There wasn’t.

I grinned at him and then nodded to Mar and Beth.  “We’re moving the party down the street.”  The other men nodded in agreement.

*

There’s an awkward moment in a gangbang or orgy.  It’s that instant in time when everyone has arrived and gotten comfortable with a drink and a comfortable seat.  It’s that instant when someone has to make the first move, but no one has been elected to lead the way.

Thus, I took the initiative.  I was sitting between Duke and Tom on one of the two queen-sized beds in the room.  I reached down with both hands and started to run my fingers up and down their thighs, moving right onto their cocks as soon as I could feel the bulges grow.

I turned and kissed Tom.  I whispered to him, “I love you.  Thank you for this.”  He smiled at me and blew me an air kiss.

I turned and kissed Duke too.  I told him more openly, “I’m glad you have an open mind about sex.  The three of us girls hope to fuck your brains out.”

With that I started on zippers and belt buckles.  By then the ball had started rolling elsewhere in the room.

There were a few minutes in the room as item after item of clothing was removed and deposited in some sort of pile for each person.  Soon the girls were nude with the guys close behind.

I thought how I’d heard about parties like this but never been.  I’d always felt so left out, and now here I was at the best party ever - in my prime and ready for the fucking of my life.  

The actual sex is almost a blur in my memory – something far beyond my wildest dreams, even the dream of the gangbang I’d had the night before Tom and I connected.

I lay back on the bed.  Duke started to eat my pussy, and a superb master at the art of cunnilingus he turned out to be.  Tom alternated between kissing me and sucking on my breasts, a highly charged erogenous zone.

I talked dirty to the two of them, however, it turned out my other friends were all listening and getting off on my encouragements to the two men.  “Oh fuck.  Duke, right there!  Your tongue is … oh shit, right there again.  Lick me.  You have the longest tongue.  Lick my clit.  Tom, suck my tits – just like that.  You can make me cum like that.  The combination of being eating and having my tits sucked is going to give me an orgasm.”

“Tonight I want to be fucked by every male in this room – and every female.  I want my pussy eaten by everyone – no exceptions.  I want to tit fuck Dave; I owe him for a nice orgasm this morning.”  Duke looked surprised at that comment; he looked up at me from between my legs.

Mar and Beth both ratified my comments when they didn’t have a cock in their mouth or weren’t in the throes of orgasm.

Duke rose and rolled a rubber on his long shaft.  I heard things were big in Texas, and Duke was no exception.  I worried slightly about handling him, but I was so fucking wet that I doubted lubrication would be a problem.  

After adding a little spit to the rubber, Duke pushed slowly into my cunt.  Tonight it wasn’t a vagina or pussy, it was a cunt … and I was a slut who was going to fuck everybody she could before the night was out.  The feeling of his Texan shaft was spectacular.  

As Duke started to oscillate in and out of me, I now had Tom’s cock in my mouth … and then it was Peter’s … and then it was Steve that was fucking me … and many minutes and a few orgasms later it was Aaron … Tom … Duke again … Dave … Aaron again … Steve … and …

I lost count except to note that I got into a zone where I was having a perpetual orgasm.  I’d never been in this space before.  I peaked into an orgasm with one of the men and never came down from the heavenly feeling – the erotic feeling – the slutty feeling – and I enjoyed them all.  I fucked everyone at least twice.  Four of the guys came inside me, and three had cum on my face and my breasts.  I’d squirted too – several times as I’d been fucked.

Early into the night of debauchery I’d succumbed to having anal sex.  Peter’s long narrow prick took my virgin ass.  Of course, only seconds latter he rolled us over exposing my pussy as he remained deep in my ass.  Steve plunged his cock into my pussy.  Thus, I experienced my first double penetration … well, except for the one in my dreams a few weeks earlier.

Mar started vocalizing about then; she too was impaled on two cocks right next to me.  I watched fascinated at the act of sex between three people.  Later, Beth also broke the DP barrier with Tom and Aaron.  I noted how the two women were also covered in cum.  Someone sure had a lot of syrup.

Around one in the morning, Duke announced in his drawl from a prone position beside me: “I’m fucked out.  I guess I ain’t as young and horny as I used to be.  All this pussy and I’m done fer.  I can’t believe it.  My brain wants to keep goin’, but my body is cryin’ for a rest.  You girls win – I surrender.”

I rolled onto his body, my cum soaked breasts mushing against his muscular chest: “You did yeoman’s service this evening, Duke.  Thank you.”  I turned to Steve and Aaron, and thank you all.  This has been a night I’ve dreamed of having, and you made it come true for me – or is that cum true?”  We laughed.  I drove my tongue into Duke’s mouth once more.  I could taste all of us in that cavern – my pussy along with Mar’s and Beth’s, and I think I could even taste a couple of varieties of cum.

I made out with Duke a little, and then said, “I suppose we should get going.  We have a few miles to go before we sleep.”  On that note, most of us started to search for and collect our clothes.  Without stockings or undies I had fewer items than I usually did.

Duke, Steve, and Aaron gave us all their names, phones, and e-mails.  They made us promise to get in touch if we ever wanted to carouse again.   

It was actually a melancholy moment.  Beneath the obvious sexual encounter we’d shared, something else had happened.  We’d all fallen in love with the new men … and they’d fallen in love with us.  We’d truly communicated on some other deeper level about who we really were and how important we thought each other were in their lives.

Duke whispered in my ear: “Darlin’, you stole my heart tonight.  I think we could make somethin’ really special happen if you think you could go fer this agin’ Texan.  You just call me and I’ll come runnin’.”  He kissed me one last time and then patted my bare ass as I headed for the door.

I heard similar sentiments from Steve and Aaron to Mar and Beth.  We kissed everyone goodbye and promised to be in touch.

The six of us walked back to Purple.  Dave’s car was parked there and he promised us all rides home.  Even at one-thirty in the morning Purple was alive with music and a flow of people in and out the door.

Tom was holding my arm as we walked.  He turned to me as we walked past and said, “You want to go in – see if you can line up round two?”

I groaned and pushed him towards the parking lot.  The others laughed and we all kept walking.

Mar and I slept with Tom again, and even though the thought crossed my mind we didn’t have sex.  We actually went to sleep.  In the morning I learned that Dave and Peter had each made love to Beth briefly before they all collapsed on a king-size inflatable bed Tom had bought for the occasion that afternoon.

Sunday morning we were slow to start.  Beth was up first.  She fixed coffee and the aroma aroused me, then Tom, and then slowly the others.  It was ten o’clock.  I wore one of Tom’s shirts as did Mar.  Beth wore Peter’s sport coat from the night before.  We were a sexy lot – lots of leg and a more than occasional flash of tit, pussy, or ass.  The guys arrived in boxers, briefs, and t-shirts.

“Well,” Peter said, “Many of our fantasies of yesterday became reality yesterday – and then some.  Let’s see, our three young ladies all successfully exposed themselves in a crowded nightclub and didn’t get arrested.”

Mar, Beth, and I each stood and flashed our pussies to the seated group.  As I did I noted again that I was a little tender in my vagina and ass; lots of use where there hadn’t been much activity until a week or so ago.”

Peter went on, “Everyone participated in a double up on one of our lovely ladies.  You got to fuck some strangers – although even I have to admit that I thought they were really nice guys, and I can be very picky about new friends.”  

He paused and then went on, “We had our gangbang that some of you wanted but all of you seemed to enjoy.  We had several different three ways, and everyone tried anal sex, even Ariel who said she wanted to wait for that honor.  We didn’t get to the incest, the dom-sub relationships, the porn film, or the sex toys.  I think there were one or two other things too.”

Dave started to speak very slowly: “You know, I think I know how we can wrap most of the remaining things into one package almost like we did last night when we did so many things in one evening.”




Dreams Ch. 02



We all looked at him with interest.  Dave wove a slightly complicated scenario for us that just might work.

*

Making a porn film hallmarked Dave’s idea for the satisfaction of the rest of our goals.  In the film Tom would get to be a dom while I played his sub.  In another part of the film Dave would be sub to Mars dom role.  We’d all fuck and suck and apply all the skills we built at our orgy night.

It took us a month to film the footage, and it took the guys another month to edit the video down to something that looked modestly professional.  The whole DVD was ninety-five minutes long and consisted of five short skits.  All six of us appeared in various roles in most skits.  Most of the time the plots, what little there was of it, led to a lot of sex.

Dave told us he achieved some degree of satisfaction as Mar’s submissive.  She took to the role of dominant too well.  For the skit, he wore a collar and waited on her hand and foot, catering to her every need.  At one point in the film he procures a ‘real’ man for her to fuck as he is apparently forced to watch as the resident cuckold.  Mar really played the part and wouldn’t let him touch her that entire weekend, although she had him doing all sorts of seductive things for her.  She fucked the daylights out of Peter as Dave watched to end that skit.

I played the submissive for Tom.  Our skit started with him ordering me to dress more seductively for him, particularly as he had some friends coming over – Peter and Dave.  As they arrived and started to watch a sports game, Tom had me wait on them and then start to deliver small erotic favors to them – like kisses, and then French kisses, and then letting them cop a feel or showing a tit.  Soon he had me give his friends blowjobs and then fucking wildly with them – even doing a DP again.

For our third skit, we duplicated the scene with the pizza deliveryman again, only this time Peter played the pizza guy.  Also different from what really happened, Beth apparently couldn’t find the right change, so we had to invite the pizza guy in a pay him with sexual currency.  Mar, Beth, and I fucked and sucked Peter to a heaven he’d never dreamed about.

The fourth skit we shot at work one night after we all signed back in for ‘catch up’ work.  We waited until after the char staff had cleaned up and then stationed ourselves in one of the conference rooms.  Mar was the star of this skit.  A mock business meeting took place, and then turned into a fuck fest.  Mar got fucked by three guys and eaten out by two women as each gal got fucked by one of the guys.  There was a lot of changing partners.

In our last skit I played a timid and sexually starved housewife.  Tom and Dave come to the house to do some repairs her absent husband has ordered.  Rather quickly the scene develops into a two-on-one sex scene.  I conveniently forget that my girlfriends are coming over; they arrive and soon we’re all fucking and sucking.  My ‘husband’ returns home to find this orgy going on.  Instead of getting angry he decides to join in and fuck my girlfriends, something he has apparently wanted to do for a long time.

The film was choppy, but on the scale of the few porn films I’d scene it wasn’t the worst and it wasn’t the best.  After editing, we each got a copy of the DVD.

*

Josh, my brother was a year older and worked a hundred miles away.  He was a new lawyer specializing in real estate and distressed properties.  He came to town every few weeks and usually stayed overnight – alternating between a hotel and my apartment depending on my schedule. 

Josh texted me that he’d like to stay over the next Wednesday night – two nights away.  I replied immediately, “Come on – can’t wait to see you.”

He showed up as expected about 5:30 p.m. Wednesday after working most of the day at the local law offices.  A few minutes later and I’d pulled his tie off, opened his shirt, and pushed a glass of wine into his hands.  He looked beat.

We talked for a bit as I moved between my living room and the kitchen preparing dinner.  I did an eggplant parmesan dish that I knew he liked and plied him with some more wine.  He even commented he was glad he didn’t have to drive.

I stuck the TV remote in his hands along with the control for the DVD player.  A scan of the DVD cases around the TV would reveal that I apparently had the newest release of Avatar – the new hot special effects movie that was supposed to outdo Star Wars and all the other fantasy films.

I cleared the table and crossed my fingers.  The bait was in place.

I heard the TV click on, and then heard some other adjustments to sound and such being made.  Turning on the DVD would result in our homemade DVD being loaded.  It would start playing just where Tom asks me to give blowjobs to his two friends.  Josh switched to the DVD player.

I heard Tom’s order to me echo through the hall to the kitchen: “Baby, you need to be nice to my friends.  Why don’t you show each of them how good you are at oral sex.”

My answer on the DVD was: “Yes, Master.”

I stood in the kitchen with my eyes closed and counted to twenty slowly – at least I thought it was slowly.  I knew the scene well.  I ran some water, rinsed some dishes and put them in the dishwasher.  

Several times I heard Josh mutter, “Holy shit!”  “I can’t fuckin’ believe this.”

After five minutes I walked back down the hall, making sure my heels clicked on my hardwood floors so Josh would hear me.  

As I neared the living room I could hear the fuck scene on the TV.  I started to run, coming into the room.  I looked horrified, of course.  I said to Josh, “You weren’t supposed to find that DVD.  That’s personal.”

Josh killed the sound but his eyes remained riveted to the screen.  He said, “I’d say it was very personal.  You in a line of work you haven’t told me about?”

I stood in front of the TV set to shield his view of my DP scene, but I didn’t do a good job of blocking the screen.  “No.  That was just something a few of us did for our amusement.”  I noted that Josh’s cock was all but ripping the seam from his zipper away.  

I added, “I’m proud of my body and like to show it off sometimes.  We did five little skits on this film – I’m in four of them.”

“I want to see all of them,” Josh pronounced in a tone that left no room for argument.

“OK, but you can’t tell anyone else about this – ANYONE!”  He promised.

I picked up the remote and indexed the DVD back to the opening of the scene he’d just been watching.  I said in a husky tone, “At least if you’re going to watch one of the skits, start at the beginning.  They’re short.”

I sat down on the sofa next to Josh.  At first, he barely noticed.

As the skit played out Josh asked me, “Are you really that guy’s submissive?”

“No, it was just for the weekend we did the skit.  It was fun to do.  I didn’t mind.  Besides the sex was great.  I love him very much.”

Josh was leaning forward towards the TV set, a posture I’d counted on.  I pulled my skirt up slightly as I sat next to him and started to masturbate as the skit played out, going from my blowjobs, to wild fucking by each guy, and then to the DP scene. 

Josh’s cock was hard as a rock and sticking straight up inside his boxers and slacks.

The pizza skit started.  There I was engaged in sex with Beth and Mar when the doorbell apparently rang.  I pranced to the door to discover the pizza man.  Soon the three girls are pulling the guy (Peter) into the apartment; we strip him and start to suck and fuck him.  

Josh started to surreptitiously rub his cock through his pants.  I could tell he needed relief.

I became more visible in my masturbation, now pulling my dress up above my hips.  I was totally exposed to him as my fingers tugged and teased at my clit and pussy lips.  

Josh turned with the start of a question: “Are you bisexual or … ?”  He looked at me, and his jaw dropped open.

I said to him, “I can see you’d like to masturbate as you watch this.  Go ahead.  We can both be happy.”

He hesitated a moment.  I shifted forward, still exhibiting my pussy to him.  I reached into his lap and slowly pulled the zipper down.  I could feel the hardness with both hands.

Josh did nothing to stop me.  He actually turned back to the TV where Peter happened to be fucking me doggie style.  My breasts were pendulous and swaying in tune with Peter’s thrusts.  The camera angle highlighted the cock thrusting in and out of my pussy as my breasts swayed.  It was hot!

I fondled Josh’s cock as I brought it into the air.  There was already some pre-cum leaking from the glans.  I rubbed it around, and then much to Josh’s surprise I dropped down on it and gulped his shaft into my mouth and throat.

Josh moaned, “Oh sis, are you sure we should be doing this?”

I just kept going, my hand around the shaft as my mouth gyrated up and down, my suction at its highest, and my tongue doing great things to his mushroom head.  I hummed, “All right,” to him just to let him know I’d heard his question.

Josh’s body eventually turned towards me so he could use his hands on me.  I was braless so his foray into my top was immediately gratifying for him – and for me.  Now I moaned in pleasure as his palm found my breast and nipples.

Less than a minute later Josh’s outer hand zeroed in on my pussy.  He fingered my slit as I spread my legs wider for him.  I could smell my sex and knew he could too.  We watched the skit in the conference room where Mar got tag teamed, and then Beth and I got fucked.

The last skit started on the DVD.  I was the slightly dumb housewife about the have sex with two contractors.  I felt Josh harden in my mouth as the scene got underway and the direction it would take was clear as I started to suck the two guys on the DVD.

I pulled at Josh’s belt.  He got the message and pushed his pants down his legs.  I knelt next to him on the sofa and shed my peasant blouse and skirt.  Now I was nude.  I lunged back onto his cock, not wanting to lose the momentum I’d built.

Josh protested.  “My turn, Babes.”  He pushed me back and burrowed his head into my pussy, his tongue going wild as it found my slit and then my clit.  My brother was an accomplished lover.  I moaned and groaned, and actually had a climax.

“Come over me, Josh.  Please!  Now!  I need you in me.  Make love to me.  Let me make love to you.”

And then in one smooth forward thrust he buried his muscular cock deep inside his sister – me!  I loved it.  I’d dreamed of this for years, and now I was making my dream come true.

Josh’s long cock stroked into me over and over.  I told him all the dreams and fantasies I’d had since I was a teen of him making love to me.  He shared the same fantasies with me.  

We made love three times that night and then fell asleep in each other’s arms in my bed.  In the morning we made love again, and then pledged that we’d always be there for each other.  We both loved each other.

*

It’s amazing how the same ploy can work over and over again.  Mar had a nearly identical experience to mine with her brother Walt..  

Beth’s experience was little more carefully crafted and executed; after all she wanted to seduce her stepfather, Bill, and use him to open a sexual relationship with the entire family.  She asked him late one night if he ever watched porn, and he confessed he did once in a while.

She then volunteered to show him a DVD, but only if he’d watch it with her.  She gave him some nonsense about not wanting this special DVD to get lost or in the wrong hands – a truism in some ways.  Beth started the skit with the pizza scene, watching his reaction as he saw his stepdaughter’s lithe body and long blond hair flopping around as it got fucked and she sucked a long cock.  

Beth laughed as she told us, “His first reaction was ‘Oh fuck;’ and then it became ‘That’s hot.’  She went on a told us how he finally woke up to why she was showing it to him.  Bill asked her, “Do you want me?”  Beth told him how she felt and what she wanted.  

“I blew him through the fourth skit – the one where Mar gets fucked by everyone, and then Ariel and I get fucked.  He kept groaning and saying ‘Oh, yes!’”

She said, “He thrust his cock into me just as Tom did in the last skit when I was your girlfriend and caught you fucking the two contactors.  It was great and beyond my wildest dreams.”

“After we fucked, I told him I wanted Brian, my brother, and my mother involved.  I described the incestuous family I wanted us to be.  A half hour later Debbie, my mother, was with us and we did it again.  She sat on my face and I ate her pussy as Bill fucked me and kissed her.  Oh, my God, it was so mind-blowing.  A half hour after that Brian was in my cunt and then in Mom’s cunt and then back in mine.  He came three times that night.”

“It was just fucking amazing.  I mean I had dreams about being in that situation, but never knew how to make it happen, and then, along comes Dave and his wonderful idea for a porn flick.”

Beth got up and went over and kissed Dave.  Dave looked suitably rewarded.  We all went over and kissed him, and then we started to paw at his pants and clothing.  Soon the three of us were working him over sexually as Tom and Peter watched and laughed at our antics.

Dave rather liked getting fucked by three women at the same time.  “Lots of openings to satisfy and so little time,” He said.

Soon Peter and Tom shed their clothes too and joined the fray, struggling to plug up at least some of the openings in the female anatomy in the room.

*

Late one Saturday afternoon, after errands and shopping, we all started to congregate for coffee in Tom’s living room.  When the last of us came in, Peter again commanded our attention: “Well, we knocked off the porn film, three cases of incest, a conference room fuck at work, and two dom-sub relationships over the past couple of months.  There was one other thing on our list that we’ve neglected.”

“Toys!” three of us yelled out.

Peter smiled and reached behind the sofa and pulled out three large paper bags with handles on them.  He carefully deposited one bag each in front of Beth, Mar, and me.

We dove into them like it was Christmas all over again.  In fact, the packages were even wrapped carefully.  We started opening as though it was all a rush to get everything out in the open.

Peter went on: “These are actually for all of us from the three of us guys.  It seems there’s more things to use on girls than on guys, however.”  

Tom, Dave, and Peter all looked so happy as we opened each toy, raving about a dildo or egg or butterfly or vibrator or butt plug. There were even some two-headed dildos, and a few other toys designed for lesbian play.

“What’s this?”  I held up a box that was labeled ‘Fleshlight.’

Dave answered, “Oh, each of you have one.  That’s actually one of the few guy toys.  It’s a pussy we can fuck if one of yours is unavailable.”  By that time I’d opened the box and removed the cylinder.  One end was clearly a woman’s vagina – a very fuckable vagina.  Dave said, “If you want I’ll demonstrate later.”

By the time we were through we had the room filled with wrapping paper and toys.  Moreover, I think most of us were horny and highly desirous to try our new toys, or to have them tried on us.

“What shall we do first?”

Tom held up his hand and said, “I’m going to play my dom role again.  I want all three of you to go put the Butterflies in you throngs – they’re supposed to end up right on your clits.  Bring the remotes back to the three of us.”

We looked at him with studied seriousness.  He was serious.  He added in a very authoritarian tone, “Now go!”  We all jumped at his command.

Five minutes later amid giggles Beth, Mar, and I came back into the living room.  We were wet and horny, but we relinquished control of our Butterflies to the men.  Tom took all of them and then passed them out to the guys at random.

Tom told us, “We’re going out to dinner tonight – the Elegant Crab down on bay front.  The occasion is Ariel’s birthday.”

I blushed.  I didn’t know anyone knew I was due to cross over the line.

He continued, “If I calculate correctly she is reaching the big three-oh – thirty!  So to carry her over this significant hump she needs all of our help.  Now each of we men has a control in our hands.  It electrifies a butterfly right next to one of our loved one’s clits.  There are two controls on the remotes – on/off and intensity.  Except for a short test in a moment, I would like us to go to dinner and experiment during the evening with the remotes and the effects it has upon the woman of your dreams.  Of course, your first task – after our test – will be to figure out which woman you control, and which of us is controlling you. Questions?”

I asked incredulously, “You mean you might bring us off in the restaurant?  During dinner?”

Tom said, “That’s a distinct possibility.”

Mar asked, “But sometimes I squirt when I cum – you know, in a messy way.”

Beth added, “And I get noisy – moaning and groaning.  Well, you all know that.”

Tom reiterated, “A distinct possibility.”  He paused and then said, “Now the three of you turn around – face the other way.”

We turned.

He said, “Gents.  Turn the intensity on your little devices down to the lowest setting.  Now, turn them on for about five or ten seconds.”

I felt my butterfly come alive under my jeans.  I jerked alert.

Tom said, “All right, test over.  Did everyone get a little stimulation?  You can turn back now.”

We nodded and told him we’d each gotten a little jolt of pleasure from the buzzers by our clits.

“Good.  Now go get ready to go out.  Our reservations are for seven.”  He turned back to us as he started to walk towards his bedroom and said, “Oh, and ladies.  We might experiment a little from time to time before and after dinner as well, so keep your butterflies in the right spot.”  He grinned devilishly and walked away.

Beth picked up a novel she was reading and moved to the big chair by the west-facing window.  “I have a few minutes before I have to dress.  I’m going to read.”  She sat, and then Mar and I watched as her back stiffened and she sat up.

“Oh, fuck,” She said.  “This may be a very long night.  Someone just dialed me in.  Oooooooooh fuck.”  Then just as suddenly the vibrating assault on her clitoris stopped.

I whirled around and there stood Tom, Dave, and Peter watching the scene before them.  They all had mischievous smiles on their faces and their hands in their pockets.  As they turned away the butterfly against my clit fired off.  Mar’s was going too – I could hear it from between her legs.

The two of us held each other and then Mar and I kissed.  If I was going to cum I wanted to be kissed.  I whispered to her, “My guy turned the intensity up.”

She said, “Mine too.  If it stayed like this I’d cum.”

Suddenly, after a full minute, both vibrators ceased.  I looked at the men and they continued to study the two of us as we clutched each other.

Ninety minutes later the six of us walked into the Elegant Crab.  Unlike so many restaurants, this venue had managed to continue to host a clientele where the women dressed up, and the men wore jackets and ties.  Added to the nouveau art and the rest of the décor, the place came across as very upscale.  

Tom checked in with the maitre d’ and then led us into the bar for our kickoff drinks.  Just as the bartender passed me my drink, my butterfly went off.  It took extreme concentration for me to reach over the bar and pick up the glass of Merlot he held out for me.  After that my eyes rolled around in my head.

Beth got hit shortly after she took the first sip of her Chardonnay.  One of her hands grabbed my arm for support.  I heard her mutter “Oh fuck” under her breath again.

Looking at the men told us nothing.  All three held a glass of wine in one hand, the other hidden in a jacket pocket.




Dreams Ch. 02



We rearranged our group.  I didn’t like the junior high look to the six of us – guys lined up on one side and us girls on another.  Soon we alternated and mixed up how we stood together at the bar.  The guys didn’t seem to notice.

We chatted about this new restaurant and what we thought we’d order for dinner.  Tom also said he had a surprise idea for all of us to consider.  I would have bet it had to do with sex.

Mar suddenly grabbed my arm and looked deep into my eyes.  She pulled me close.  “Oh, fuck, Ariel.  I’m right on the edge.  He cranked up the intensity.  I think I’m … going … to …  Oh fuck, it stopped.”

“You mean the butterfly?” I asked.

“Yes, the fucking butterfly,” She responded.  She turned from guy to guy to guy.  “If you ever want to get your cocks in this pussy again, you’d better make me cum or quit all the game playing.  I’m about ready to rip the fucking butterfly off my clit and jam it up someone’s ass.”

Unfortunately, Mar spoke loudly enough that a half-dozen other patrons at the bar turned and stared at Mar – and then at the three men.

After a long silence, we went back to speculating about what Tom’s surprise ‘idea’ was.  

A foursome next to us was called to their table.  One gorgeous middle-aged woman paused as she walked by Mar.  I heard her whisper to her, “Darling, keep the butterfly on.  You know you’ll cum sooner or later, and the fucking afterwards is so much better.”  She grinned at Mar, and then followed the rest of her party into the main dining room.

Mar looked surprised at the woman’s comment, but then turned and winked at me.  She said, “It’s always nice to get the opinion of an expert.”

Shortly after that, the maitre d’ collected the six of us and led us to a table right beside a huge window that looked out over the harbor.  Dusk had set in and the colors were soft.  A tugboat was muscling a large tanker into the harbor terminal across the bay providing some entertainment.

My butterfly fired off.  “Oh my God,” I muttered aloud.  The vibration had started at low intensity but then increased.  I looked from Tom to Dave to Peter; however, each had his hand in his pocket.  

Beth began to buzz.  She was seated across from me.  I watched her eyes roll up in her head as she slumped into the chair.  She folded the menu across her chest.  One hand went to her crotch, no doubt pushing the device into harder contact with her clit.  

At the other end of the table from me, Mar was prattling on about how she could eat a dinner comprised of nothing but appetizers.  This was not her time.

Then I watched as Tom pulled his hand from his pocket to flip a page in the menu.  In that brief move I eliminated him as one of the men that had my controller in their pocket – it was either Peter or Dave.  Tom probably had Mar’s butterfly controller.  Two seconds later, my stimulation stopped and so did Beth’s.  In just that small fraction of moment, I decided that Dave was my controller.

The waiter came to the table and read a list of specials.  Tom ordered us two bottles of wine: a Sancerre and a lovely Merlot.  He also took our orders.

I feigned watching the tugboat out the large window when I saw Tom gradually place his hand in the side pocket of his jacket.  Neither of the other men moved.  Mar suddenly gripped the edge of the table with both hands and closed her eyes.  She slowly layback in her chair and raised her face to ceiling.  The look on her face was one of expectant ecstasy.  Then the stimulation must have stopped.  Mar’s eye’s popped open and she looked at each of three men.

I caught Mar’s eyes and then subtly gestured at Tom.  She acknowledged my speculation with a quivering smile.

Beth was the next to succumb to a bout of stimulation.  Like Mar, she grabbed the edge of the table and shut her eyes and raised her face skyward.  The waiter arrived with two of the appetizers we’d ordered to share.  He placed the order in front of Beth, however, her attention never waivered from the stimulation she was receiving.  

The waiter asked, “Is she all right?”

Tom spoke, “Oh, she’s better than all right.  She’s just prone to have sudden orgasms in public places.  Hopefully we won’t make a scene.”

The waiter took in that data; looked stunned as he understood; and then hurried away from the table.

Beth’s breathing changed.  I could tell she was right on the edge … but then the stimulation stopped.  From the corner of my eye I saw Peter’s hand slip from his jacket pocket.  Now I was certain about who controlled whom.

I saw Dave’s hand slip to his pocket and I locked eyes with him.  I smiled as he touched the control.  The stimulation started, and I blew him a kiss.  Then my eyes shut and my entire focus was on the nubbin of nerve endings just outside my vagina called my clitoris.  I dreamed a dozen men were all rubbing me there with their dicks, and they were all bringing me to a climax, a climax that would happen right about …

The stimulation stopped and my body backed away from the edge of the erotic precipice I had just been on.  I actually delighted in the sensation of approach and sliding away.

I opened my eyes and stared again at Dave.  He smiled back at me in a most loving way.  

Dave leaned across the table to me and said, “Ariel, I love you.  I love you in every way you can imagine and I want to bring you nothing but pleasure and happiness.”  I leaned in and we held hands across the table.

We passed the appetizers around and we each sampled.  Tom then spoke, “I have an idea, but first I want to start with a question for each of you.  How much are you paying in rent, mortgage, or condo fees right now?”

We went around the circle and everyone commented on their payments.  The rent or lease numbers ranged from $1,200 to $3,200 per month.  Several of us commented about other ‘special’ payments, assessments, or fees.  Tom jotted down each number and then commented, “Collectively we’re paying about $16,000 per month for housing.”

He leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner and said, “What if we were all to pool that money, and we all moved in together – in one home.  What if we made the jump from single to group, from alone a lot of the time to together a lot of the time?  What if you really buy into the philosophy of love and group – polyamory, and put it in practice with each other?”

There was a long silence at the table as we all looked at Tom.  It wasn’t that we disagreed with anything he said.  We were all processing the idea in our heads.

Tom went on, “One of the guys I work with, his parents actually, owns a large house in Niland Springs.  They’re moving.  It’s got seven bedrooms and baths, all sorts of out building, and I’m guessing about five or six acres – even a pond.  The house could even be expanded.  I think we could get it for a really good price if we act fast, before they get agents involved.”

Beth asked, “Could we see it?  Would we need all that space?”

Tom responded, “If you are up for it, we could see it tomorrow afternoon.  As for the space, here’s another thought for you.  We like how we’ve all come together – there’s a feeling of love and a willingness to reach outside yourselves to each other.  Well, what if we expanded our circle, for example with children or others we love?”

I asked, “Did you have a dream?”

Tom stared at me: “Yes.  Yes, I did.  I don’t understand it.  The six of us were there, but so were a dozen others – at least.  We were all very successful, but best of all we were all very loving.  I sound like a hippie of forty years ago, but it was sort of my dream.”

We started asking Tom questions about the land, his friend, their parents, and his dream.  We had to give some credence to the dream; after all, the six of us were together because we’d had dreams – the same dreams in some cases – about us being together.

Throughout the discussion, our dinners arrived and one by one each of our butterflies triggered off at random intervals.  Somehow, none of us came, but the stimulation was enough to not only remind us we were wearing the little sex toys, but also keep each of us on the edge – right on the edge – of a colossal orgasm.

The meal was actually divine.  Tom had arranged for a small birthday cake.  About a half dozen of the waiters and waitresses paraded to the table and serenaded me with the birthday song.  Everyone applauded, including people at the adjacent tables.  

Birthday cards and few small presents materialized from nowhere.  There were even things there from my parents and my brother.  Somehow, despite the periodic triggers to my clit, I managed to open everything, be appreciative, and not explode in an orgasm.

The waiter was serving coffee when my butterfly started to vibrate at a low level.  The light hum against my clit went on for a minute.  I was now conditioned to expect it to stop, but it didn’t.  Instead, the intensity increased slowly.

I again locked eyes with Dave.  He winked at me and then said one word: “Satisfaction.”  The intensity jumped again.  I jumped at the jolt.  

The young waiter glanced at me.  I know I was flushed.  “Coffee?  Ma’am, are you all right?”

I started panting.  The intensity indexed up again.  I moaned aloud.  My eyes closed.  I could feel my loins throbbing.  I clenched my legs together to tighten the pressure of the butterfly against my clit.  

The intensity maxed out.  I didn’t think it could go any higher.

I reached beside me and grabbed Tom’s hand.  I clutched it to my breast and leaned into his shoulder.  

I came.  I came and came and came and came.  My cunt exploded with a million sensations.  My body writhed with the joy and love of that orgasm.  I apparently let out more than just a subtle moan as the pleasure swept over me.  

Tom cradled me to him, stroking my shoulder and kissing me.  Sometime in there the stimulation ceased.

As the moment passed and I entered the afterglow phase of the joyous moment, my eyes fluttered open.  There stood the waiter, slowly pouring coffee onto the floor.  

To be continued.

List of Characters
Men
Tom Ransom – 36 – Handsome.  Dreamlover?
Peter Winslow – 32 – Scandinavian
Dave Wescott – 31 – Smart.  Gentle.
Duke – 40 – Texan.  Bar pickup
Aaron – 35 – Texan.  Bar pickup
Steve – 32 – Texan.  Bar pickup

Women
Ariel – 29 – Story teller.  
Marcella (Mar) – 29 – Ariel’s best friend from work
Beth Cariola – 32 – Ariel’s friend from work



Dreams Ch. 02



Thank you all for the positive responses and critiques. I will look into an editor and I have been reading over my work before I post it. It has been so long since I've written, so I'm trying to do the best I can, bear with me! The details about both Natalia and Jason will come about as the story continues; I don't want to bombard one chapter with tons of info. Don't be so quick to hate Jason, although I know it's easy to! You will find out much more n due time, of course, if you continue to enjoy the story :) Many thanks!

Nana

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"I'm not sure that's such a great idea right now." Jay called as he walked away from the door.

"Enough with the crap. She's my wife. I want to see her. Now." You could see Jason hadn't been sleeping. His eyes were blood shot red and his face looked pale. He looked drained, but that was nothing compared to what Natalia was going through. He meant what he said, too. She was still his wife. 

"Jay, excuse us please." Natalia said timidly as she walked over to the door. 

As Jay passed Natalia, he whispered in her ear, "I'll be upstairs." 

There he was. Just her and him. No phone calls to check up on her. No text messages to ask how she was doing or if they could talk. Nothing. After years, he left her with nothing but the possibility of maintaining her sanity.

"What do you want?" She wrapped her arms around herself and looked him straight in his` eyes. 

"You're just going to walk out like that and not even say a word to me to know your ok?" Jason replied. He bent his head closer to her face. His tall 6'2 frame hovered over her 5'6 slender self. 

She starred at him with disbelief. This man had the nerve to indirectly place some kind of blame on her. 

"Walk out? You walked out on me the first time you were with that red head from work. Don't talk about walkin' out, Jason. You were the first to do it and the last." 

"What about my family? My mother has been asking about you. We were supposed to go away together next month" Jason spit at her with his words. 

"Don't you dare play that card with me! You wanna make me feel bad? You're a sick person. I'm your damn wife who you cheated on and you want a warm greeting from me? Screw you..." She started to shake and tears began to form. She was way too sensitive around him. Too, too sensitive. She spent too much time worrying about how to please Jason and how to keep him wanting her. She bit her tongue and didn't mention her opinion if it meant it would be overriding his. From the day she met him, he always spoke like he knew what he was saying and nobody else could tell him different. She was worried that if she tried to push him away or if she would leave, he wouldn't come back. And now that was her reality -- he didn't call or try to get in touch with her. He had just accepted her leaving.

"Would you just stop for two seconds and think about what your stubborn ass is saying. I love you. I love you, Natalia. I fucked up and I know it." 

She began to walk away, towards the couch again. 

"No! Stop walking away." He said roughly.

"You're hurting me. Over and over and over you hurt me. Just leave me alone. Do me that one favor, Jason. Let me learn how to deal! I lost you once before and I can deal with it again." She couldn't take it anymore. It was like trying to fix something but that one piece was always going to be missing. 

"How much time do you need?" He asked quietly as his eyes scattered the floor. 

"None. I already know my answer." She replied. Only she knew the pain that was deep down. He sighed loudly and tried to release the frustration.

"Please, Natalia...I can explain..."

"Why? Just tell me why you did it? Am I not enough for you? What did I do wrong?" She broke down. She never wanted to break down in front of him or anyone else. 

"I'm so sorry." He pulled her close to his chest but she moved back. He missed her touch. Her soft, delicate chocolate skin. They way that she laughed about the stupidest things. He missed her messy hair in the morning and her big chest rubbing against his as they laid in bed. But most of all, he missed his wife. The one who wouldn't let people step all over her. Well, maybe except for him. It was all gone because of a mistake. Or was it only because of that mistake? 

His eyes hit the floor, back and forth, hesitantly. Jason took two steps closer to his love that was quickly slipping away. 

"I can't keep apologizing. I know I fucked up again. Baby, - God - I didn't do it because I don't love you. You think I don't love you? Are you fuckin' insane?" His voice was so tender that it made her want to cry. Refusing to be broken again, she turned her face and took more steps back. 

As Jason walked towards her, he made sure her face was looking directly at his. Natalia took a deep breath.

'Don't cry, don't cry' She thought to herself 

"Let me talk." His lips immediately opened and slowly fell together again. 

"I am in so much pain right now that I can feel it in my soul. I stay devoted to you..bu- bu- but you..why is it always if you do something wrong then it's ok? Or you try to throw something back in my face to make me feel bad. It makes your stupid ass feel better about yourself and about what you did, doesn't it?" She choked for a second, and blinked back tears but they fell anyway.

"You do me wrong every chance a pussy looks in your direction. I stuck through all the shit for you to believe that we could be happy together. You ruined it. You ruined everything!" She yelled furiously as the tears were no longer held back. 

"I'm going to continue to see your family because I love them Jason, and you can't stop me. As far as you and I are concerned, it's done. I'll have my lawyer contact you for paper work issues."

It took a minute for the whole truth to sink in on him. Never had it gone this far. Sure, she had walked out the door and meant for it to be over, but never had she gotten the paper work together to divorce him.

Natalia turned around and hung her head in shame at herself for staying by his side through it all. They say shame on you for fooling me once, shame on me for fooling me twice. It was her fault. At least that was the way she felt. 

Her small hands fell to her stomach and she hugged the little tummy that was unnoticeable to the people who didn't know. 

Jason touched her shoulders. "Tell me what you want me to do. I can't make you forgive me this time, can I? I don't expect you to forgive me today. I wish you would but I know you won't. Just help me. Help me to stop fuckin' up." 

"You need to go. Now." 

"I said, help me damn it!" He yelled.

She looked at the beautiful big mirror Jay had hung in the middle of the room. She saw herself and her husband. All she saw was a mess. A big, huge, mess. 

Her attention went back to the moment. But she still couldn't look him in the eye. 

"Natalia, you're the one who can help me, I love you. You can, I swear." Too late.



Dreams Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Tammy's Dream

Thankfully over the next few days I had no more dreams—the revelation of some, if not all, of my Melanie Dream being real events enough of a shock to my system.  I had eavesdropped on the girls' conversation, and from all I could discern, things happened the way I dreamt through Melanie.

I had to figure out what I could about the dreams before they drove me insane.  They became an obsession, to the point where I was blowing off work to surf the internet for some clue as to what could be happening.  To analyze them better, I listed what I knew of the two dreams I could recall the best for comparison:

Suzanne's dream had some truth to it:



Dreams Ch. 02



The final unveiling was even more spectacular as Tammy came down the rest of the stairs wearing the deep red and black "pirate" top.  A few guys muttered "Holy shit" as Tammy turned towards us, the deep "V" neck spread apart as the tops of her breasts practically spilled out of the material.  The overall effect was incredible, and I know several—including myself—felt blood leaving their body to other parts of their body.

Everybody cheered as Tammy flipped us off, looking at Neil.  "You are so not getting any tonight," she muttered as everybody laughed.

Although the next game was about to start, nobody paid attention when Tammy came out of the kitchen bearing sandwich trays and other snacks.  It was hard to determine what was a better view, watching her enter the room with her breasts spilling out of the top with her prominent cleavage, her skirt so high her legs seemed to go on forever, or when she left for the kitchen, the ruffled rear of the skirt bouncing up showing off her firm ass spilling out of the tight maroon leotard panties she was wearing underneath.

As the game started nobody could think of any more excuses to send Tammy back to the kitchen, so Neil patted his lap for her to sit down saying, "Come here baby."

Tammy looked at him replying, "Fuck you."  To everybody's surprise, particularly mine, Tammy plopped down in my lap on the bean bag chair! 

Neil laughed as Tammy put her arms around me to steady herself muttering in my ear, "Hope you don't mind, I'm pissed at him."

I was speechless.  I have always flirted with Tammy, and having her sitting in my lap dressed in a two-sizes-too-small cheerleader outfit was awkward.  I muttered something like "Not at all" as I put my arm around her bare waist to steady her, the feel of her skin causing my cock to swell.  I prayed Tammy didn't notice as she leaned her cushioned chest into me to watch the football game.

As the game progressed, various guys would ask Tammy to get something from the kitchen or to refill the chips bowl—which seemed to be emptied more frequently than usual.  Each time Tammy returned to cradle herself in my lap as I attempted to watch the game.  Tammy's constant movement getting up and sitting back down caused things to be awkward, if not downright comfortable with a constant erection.  I had to keep repositioning myself so I would not poke her with the hard-on I was sprouting each time she sat down.

I glanced over to Neil a few times and he grinned at me, knowing Tammy was purposely doing this to get back at him.  Tammy's bulging breasts were inches from my face as we sat and watched the television, her arm draped over my shoulder.  One hand was wrapped around her bare waist while my other was awkwardly resting on her smooth calves dapped over the bean bag chair.

With any other girl I would have enjoyed the attention, but this was my best friend's wife and a definite no-no.  For the first time ever I was glad when the game was over, barely realizing who won as the party gradually broke up, some people getting rides from others because they had too much to drink.

As I left, Tammy gave me a big kiss on the cheek, thanking me for being such a sport.  I muttered something about it being no problem as I headed out to my car, still trying to hide the hard-on I had the entire time.

When I got home I plopped on my couch, the image of Tammy foremost in my mind for obvious reasons.  As if my erotic dreams weren't enough, being teased by my friend's hot cheerleader wife in a sexy outfit was frustrating at best.

Turning on the television I saw the Sunday night football game was on and although I didn't like either Pittsburgh or Baltimore, it was a good distraction and I knew I would probably doze off by the end of the game.  At the halftime show a few minutes of the Baltimore Ravens Cheerleader squad's routine was shown.  Seeing their outfits, I was reminded of Tammy in her tight Buccaneers Cheerleader outfit…

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The boots were killing my feet, but to be expected from a brand new pair not yet broken in.  I had to give Neil kudos; at least he was considerate enough to get the pair I had been eyeing for months.  It was his way of saying he loved me, while at the same time humiliating me for last year's bet.  Although obviously not "cheerleader" issue, the boots did look hot on my, accentuating my legs perfectly.  I grinned, knowing how Neil likes to show off his hot cheerleader wife in public from time to time, so was more than happy to wear "fuck me" boots for my man.

What I was more pissed off at was the rest of the outfit.  The top was so tight my breasts spilled out of the "V" neck, spreading the material apart to reveal more cleavage than if I were naked.  Looking in the mirror, the mounds of flesh seemed to crawl out of the material in an attempt to escape, the material barely hiding my areolae.  A small thrill went up my knowing I had a couple near nipple slips in front of the guys because of the tight top, thankful I had turned into Tom's body for most of the game.  

The skirt was just as bad, being higher than I knew the Buccaneers' outfits were, purposely to show off my ass spilling out of the too tight leotard panties with each step I made.  I had to stuff my ass cheeks back into the damn thing every time I went in the kitchen for fear of slashing the guys who could easily see underneath the skirt.

How Neil had gotten the costume was a mystery, but I knew it was fair payback for my stunt on him last year.  

And it did feel sexy parading around all the guys dressed like this, the familiar tingle of lust going through my body as I recalled all the eyes watching my tits and ass.  I laughed to myself remembering some of the outrageous requests to go to the kitchen from the guys to watch me, but I was more than happy to comply.

I regretted taking some of my frustration at Neil on Tom though.  I really liked him, and if Neil and I had not gotten together, Tom would have been a big contender for the ideal husband.  He was also the "safest" person I could sit with, one who would not pull any stunt to touch me, being a friend of ours for years.

Even so, I could not help but notice Tom's continuous hard-on pressing into me as I sat on his lap, the idea of turning somebody on so obvious sending shivers through me.  Neil and I had played the "show off the hot wife" routine before, but rarely with our friends, so it was even more titillating to parade before people we knew, dressed as provocatively as I was.

Some of the guys I purposely stayed clear from though, particularly Marty, who was not only a friend of Neil's from before we met, but recently a new neighbor.  For some reason Marty's leers rang alarms in my head, so I was glad he sat by Neil so I could avoid them both.  Neil knew Marty in his "wilder days" as he called them, but they had drifted apart until a few years ago, when by pure coincidence we became neighbors.

I heard Neil come into the bedroom and stepped out of the bathroom where I had been musing and brushing my hair.

"So you really mad at me?" he said, somewhat pouting while holding back a grin at the same time.

I laughed.  He knew I enjoyed being an exhibitionist, but also aware I was mad at the ill-fitting outfit.  Even after all these years I loved the man like no tomorrow.  "Now how can I be mad at my stud quarterback," I grinned, slowly walking up to him, swaying my hips seductively.

"You do look hot," he said, sliding his hands around my waist, the feel of his hands on my skin sending shivers through me.

I gasped at the flesh-on-flesh contact.  After all these years Neil still stirred my blood unlike anybody else.  Although I have never been with another man, I also did not ever want to be with another man, Neil satisfying every desire I could imagine.

Still, in the back of my mind I knew Neil wanted more.  He had a radical sex life before we met, having heard rumors even before we had met about him hanging out at BDSM clubs and such, but he had never complained at the "white bread" conventional sex we had shared over the year.  We always satisfied each other, but the last few years I sensed he wanted more.

I felt the hard flesh between his legs press into me as he pulled me against him.  I moaned, kissing him, my tongue probing his mouth as he pulled me even tighter against him, grinding his hard-on into my abdomen.  His hands moved down to cup my ass and I groaned in delight as he squeezed.  

"Hmm, firm in these tight panties," he muttered against my mouth.

"I'm firm even without them," I retaliated against his mouth, kissing him again.

Neil smiled, "Well, we'll have to see about that."  Kneeling down, his hands slid up my legs as I groaned my approval.  His hands slid underneath the short skirt, cupping my ass as he kissed my crotch through the material.  "I want to taste that sweet cheerleader snatch," he said below me as I groaned in response.  

I felt him move his hands up higher, between the waistband of the skirt and hooking his fingers into the leotard panties.  I felt the material of the leotard panties being pulled down, sighing in excitement as he pulled them down my thighs, working them around the boots as I stepped out of them, revealing my shaved pussy.

"Hmm, you wore no panties with all those guys around?" he asked, his tongue running between my legs as I let out a yelp, unable to give any other response.  I felt my ass squeezed as I heard him mutter, "You're right, firm as ever," and I grinned, moving my hips as he continued to massage my bare ass, his tongue sliding up and down my slit.

I looked to the side at the mirror, seeing my man kneeling before me, kissing my pelvis as he gripped my ass and had a sudden thought of watching her suck him off.  I shook my head, I mean watching ME suck him off I thought, her being the image in the mirror I hastily concluded.  

Wait, suck him off?  Why would I want to do that?  Although Neil had asked many times before for me to have oral sex with him, the idea of putting his penis, the organ he urinated with, in my mouth caused me to gag.  I had watched porno movies of girls going down on guys and knew the technique, but I could not get past the idea of putting something somebody went to the bathroom with near my mouth.

Again the idea of watching me/Tammy suck a guy off came into my head.  I knew Neil wanted it, so why wasn't she—I mean I—willing to please my man?  I shook my head as Neil nuzzled my pussy, not sure why my thoughts were focusing on such a thing.  I gasped as Neil's tongue worked my bud, the thought of doing the same to his penis making my nipples hard; yet, at the same time, the back of my mind was revolted at the idea.

Suddenly it was like my conscious was completely reversed.  Instead of being repulsed at the idea of sucking Neil off, I WANTED to suck him off, to feel his hard cock in my mouth.  Not only that, but I groaned, the idea of him spurting into my mouth a desire worse than any craving I had ever had.  I don't know where the idea came from—maybe too much beer tonight—but the thought caused my body to become even more aroused, deciding I should go with the flow as I grabbed Neil's head.

I looked down at him smiling, "Stand up, your cheerleader wants to show you her new routine."

Neil looked at me questioningly, but stood up.  Giving him a quick kiss, tasting and smelling my own arousal on his lips, I wondered how I could not give him the same courtesy he gave me as I sank to my knees before him.

Neil looked down at me, "Baby?" he said, and I quickly "Shh'd" him, reaching up to his shorts and unbuckling them. 

 I could see his cock pressed against the fabric and felt a tingle through my body all the way to the core between my legs as I unzipped his shorts, pulling them and his underwear down his legs together, his hard cock springing out before my eyes like a Jack-in-the-box.  I felt my mouth water, still uncertain where this desire was coming from, but could only go with the flow as Neil stepped out of his shorts and I knelt before him.

Not having done this before, I felt awkward, but the image of sucking somebody off in a bar flashed through my mind—where did that thought come from, I wondered—as thoughts of resisting the urge disappeared.  It was probably some porno move we watched I decided, as I put my hand around his cock, feeling the firm flesh against my palm.  

I looked up at him, grinning at the unexpected surprise on his face, finally giving in to my unusual desires.  I pushed his cock up and licked the underside, feeling the firm vein against my tongue, the salty taste of his sweat, wanting more.

Both of us moaned at the same time.  I could no longer hold back as I positioned his cock and lowered my head, opening my mouth and sliding the firm flesh between my lips.  Again we both moaned in unison.  The feel of him between my lips was an aphrodisiac as my tongue stroked the underside of his shaft, my head bobbing and sliding my lips up and down his shaft.

"Oh God, suck that cock Tammy," I thought in my head—the thoughts alien, but Neil moaned again, urging me on and I suddenly wanted his cock more than anything I had ever wanted.  I began moving my head faster as his cock slid in and out of my mouth across my lips, my mouth watering in response.  

Cock?  I never called his penis a cock.  Where did those thoughts come from, I again wondered, but just as quickly I thought why not call it a cock?  And I wanted to be Neil's cock sucker I thought, again the abnormal thought quickly dismissed as I licked the head with the tip of my tongue when he was barely in my mouth.  I groaned, tasting the salty yet sweet taste of him as I sucked him further into my mouth, letting my tongue run underneath the hard shaft.

The taste of him was incredible, and as I gave in to the sensation, I felt Neil's hips start to move.  I slid my hands around his hips for support, clutching his ass as the head of his cock hit the back of my tongue.  It was an odd sensation, but I was too caught in the moment as I sucked harder, clamping my lips firmly around his cock.

Neil held onto my head, moving his hips more forcefully, so I held still, allowing him to guide his thrusts while I held on.  It was one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life and I wondered why I had never done this before as Neil's thrusts became faster and faster.

I became aware of my surroundings, listing to the wet slurping noises coming out of my mouth, the occasional "gagk" as he slammed into my throat and I partially chocked and coughed.  Incredibly I could feel his cock getting harder, the same sensation I usually felt in my pussy as he fucked me and I knew my hubby was about to cum.  

I almost pulled away, the thought of a man doing that in my mouth repulsive, when again as if possessed, my thoughts completely reversed.  I WANTED him to cum in my mouth.  I wanted to taste him, to feel a man spend himself in Tammy's mouth, giving in to his pleasure, using her like the sex object she was.

I almost paused, uncertain where the thoughts came from, briefly wondering why I was referring to myself in the third person, but suddenly I could not deny the thoughts any more than breathing as I held onto Neil's ass, now not to guide him but for pure support as his thrusts became faster and faster, his cock gliding back and forth across my lips.  I coughed a few times as he slammed too far, hitting the back of my throat, but before any type of gag reflex kicked in, he was already pulling back out as his hips flexed.

Neil's thrusts became even faster and faster and I could do nothing but hold on as he literally fucked my mouth.  The bedroom echoed with the sounds of "chruacht, glacht, cruacht" as his cock repeatedly slammed itself into my mouth and the back of my throat, the result of his cock hitting my throat and sucking.  This is what he wanted, and I was happy to comply, the echoes of sucking sounds filling my ears.

Suddenly he grabbed my head, pushing his cock into me as I felt it pulse against my tongue.  A jet of warm fluid hit the back of my throat and I instinctively started swallowing, realizing a man was coming in my mouth for the first time in my life.

The fluid was too much as I felt it filling my mouth, the taste salty and bitter at the same time.  Although not repulsive, the texture was what overcame thoughts of taste as what felt like warm yogurt filled my mouth.  I had to open my mouth to breathe, feeling the warm gelatinous fluid leak from my lips to drip down my chin, the warm liquid splattering against my breasts, pressed out of the top and serving as a fleshy bib.  

I continued swallowing as much as I could; abstractedly noticing Neil's cock softening.  I swallowed the rest of the viscous fluid in my mouth as he pulled his cock back, an audible "pop" resonating in the room as he cleared my lips and I attempted to still suck him.

I felt almost deprived as the fleshy member left my lips, licking the last of his cum from them.  I could definitely get used to the taste I thought.  

The idea of seeing Tammy with cum dripping down her chin onto her breasts was unbelievable…

What?  Why the hell was she thinking of herself in the third person she wondered.

Looking up at Neil, he had a big smile on his face.  "That," he began, trying to catch his breath.  "That was incredible," he finally gasped, pulling me to my feet.  "You are so beautiful," he said.

I could imagine what I looked like, my chin and chest wet with his seed as I only smiled.  "Well, it was better than I thought too," I finally said.

Neil pulled me onto the bed and we cuddled.  I wiped my chin and chest off, the urge to lick the cum off overwhelming, but I was still trying to overcome the idea of having sucked him off to be that far gone in lust, as I wiped my face and chest with a tissue, the smell of cum permeating the air.

"So my sexy cheerleader," Neil said, nuzzling my neck, "how was it?"

"Well, I can't lie, it was incredible.  I never imagined it would be such a turn on," I admitted.

"So how did it taste?" he asked, knowing it was one of my biggest fears, imagining the taste of urine—not that I had ever tasted any thank you very much—one of my reservations.

"Well, it was salty, sort of bitter," I said, and then a weird thought came to me I spoke before even thinking about, "but it was sweeter than Brad or Tim's."

*********************  

"What the fuck!" I said, sitting straight up from my couch.  I shook my head, the late night news on the television as I gasped, the dream fresh in my mind.  "What the fuck?"  I again stated in my mind.  

Did that really happen or was I only fantasizing, I wondered.  Granted it had been as real as the Melanie Dream, but fucking-A, Tammy and Neil?

I could not believe such an event transpired, probably a combination of Tammy being so hot in her cheerleader outfit, Neil's confession in the kitchen, and too many beers giving my imagination free reign.  That they were having problems obviously bothered me, and I guess my imagination took over hoping for the best between them to make them both happy.

Holy crap but it was so real, but honestly, that shit couldn't have happened, could it?

I got up, going to the kitchen and pouring myself half a glass of vodka I pulled from the freezer.  Yeah, I shouldn't be mixing beer and liquor I thought, but goddamn I needed it right now I reasoned, gulping half the glass to steady my pulse before going back to the living room.

Christ, that dream had been too much.  It had all the makings of the other dreams, but Tammy and Neil?  Surely it was my overactive imagination I again reasoned.  Still, I finally gave in and pulled out my dream diary, writing everything that happened.

By the time I finished writing everything, I was on my second glass of vodka, some B-rated movie playing on the television when I was startled out of my pants at the door to my apartment being pounded on.  




Dreams Ch. 02



Looking at the clock I saw it was after 1:00 am.  "What the…?" I muttered, as I got up.  Looking through the peephole, my mind blanked in shock as I saw Neil on the other side of the door.

Quickly opening the door, Neil stepped in, "Hey, what's up?" I asked concerned.  "Is everything alright?"

"Fuck no," Neil replied.  Seeing the vodka in my hand, he looked at me, "Got any more of that, I could use a belt."

I quickly followed him into the kitchen, where he poured a glass doing my copious glass to shame, downing it in a single gulp before he poured another.

"Dude," I said, "what the fuck is going on?"

"Tammy and I got into a big fight," Neil confided to me sucking down half of his second glass.

"Over what?" I asked, a sinking suspicion forming in my head.  "You two have fought before, but I've never seen you like this," I told him.  "Hell, even in college when you were a hot-head I've never seen you this worked up," I told him.

"Well, you know…fuck man, I shouldn't be telling you this shit," he said, somewhat at a loss for words.

"Neil, you know I'm here for you" I told him, "..and Tammy." I added.  "Whatever's going on this is not something you two cannot work out," I told him.

"Fuck man, I think she's cheating on me," Neil confessed after a pause.

"What!" I exclaimed.  The idea of Tammy cheating on Neil—or vice versa—was impossible.  The love those two shared was a pivotal foundation of the universe.  "When the fuck did this happen, I mean, what happened?" I asked.  "Hell, when I left, you were about to ravage her right on the doorstep," I told him.

"I know, I know," he muttered, taking another gulp of the vodka.  "Jesus, I don't know.  Fuck, I probably shouldn't be talking to you, but I had nowhere else to go," he said.

I could tell he was on the verge of a breakdown as I put my hand on his shoulder, gently leading him to the couch.  "Dammit Neil, you were my roommate for two years before you moved in with Tammy.  You were there when my mother passed away.  We've been through fucking a lot together.  You know I view Tammy like a sister," I said.

Neil looked up at me, raising his eyebrows as I laughed, "Ok, Ok, so I'm into incest, but you know I would never…wait, you don't think Tammy and I…?" I started to say.

"Fuck no," Neil said.  "Shit, I don't know happened tonight," he said.

At least he was sipping his glass, not taking huge gulps of it as I calmly told him to tell me what happened.  Eventually, he told me the story…

"Well, you know what I told you Tammy had never sucked me off?" he asked.

I felt a sinking feeling in my gut as I nodded, indicating for him to continue.

"Tonight I got my wish.  Jesus, I shouldn't be telling you this," he said taking another sip of his drink, but continued.  "Well, we had planned a great evening, you know, the cheerleader outfit and all," he smiled wistfully.

One of the things I knew about Tammy and Neil was their enjoyment of role playing, which both ad confided into me at different times, and after many drinks amongst us.  Since Neil had been a bit hardcore before Tammy—being heavily into the BDSM scene, it was one of the few ways he could let out some of his imagination and something Tammy apparently enjoyed as well.  I nodded, again waiting for Neil to continue.

"Well, tonight, she finally gave in, and fuck, it was incredible.  Goddamn, the best blowjob I had ever had.  I'm telling you Tom, it was worth the goddamn wait.  And not only that, but she goddamn swallowed almost the whole load, I couldn't have asked for anything better," he told me.

Uncomfortable at the topic of my two closest friends, my dream replaying in the back of my mind, I asked him what had happened, dread at already knowing filling me to my soul.

"Fuck, I shouldn't be telling you this, but…well, fuck.  Afterwards, we cuddled on the bed and out of curiosity, I asked her how it had tasted, you know, since she…" he broke up, almost a sob as he finally finished, "since she had never…"

I knew he couldn't continue, so waited quietly, the sound of the television playing in the background.  Eventually, after taking a few more sips of his glass, he composed himself and continued.

"I asked how it was, and…well, Jesus Christ Tom, she compared it to not somebody else, but two other fucking guys!" he finally exclaimed.

My mind went blank, the dream rearing its ugly head as fear gripped me.  "What…?" I began.  "I mean, who?" I asked as a sinking suspicion at the back of my mind began to form.

Suddenly Neil looked up, "Do you know a Brad or Tim?" he asked, as I felt the blood leave my face.

My mind went blank.  No, it could not be!  Surely that fucking did not happen!  And worse yet, surely I had nothing to do with it!

"Brad and Tim?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, "No, that's nobody any of us know." I said.

"I know," Neil said.  "Fuck, I don't know.  Tammy said she didn't know why she said it, crying she had never been with anybody but me, especially doing something like sucking anybody off..." Neil's voice drifted off as he stared at the television, not seeing it.

"Dude," I said, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what was going on not only with my two closest friends, but the dream I had—the discovery of it being more true than ever shaking the very foundation of my existence.  "Dude," I repeated, "you know she was pissy about you getting her a how-many-sizes-too-small costume?" I asked.

Neil smiled in spite of himself, "Two, it was two sizes too small, but goddamn, her tits and ass looked good in it, didn't it?" he chuckled.

I smiled, "Yes, your wife is hot, I won't deny it.  And you know as well as I for all her showing herself off in front of anybody she would never cheat on you.  Goddamnit bud, the love you two have is the stuff of legends.  Hell, every time one of you look at each other I expect goddamn doves to fly out of your asses with ribbons in their fucking beaks," I told him, trying to lighten the mood.  "You know damn well Tammy has no interest in anybody other than you," I told him.

We talked for a while more, one half of my brain trying to figure out what the fuck was happening, the other side trying to reconcile to Neil things were alright.  

"Things have been a bit tense between us lately," he admitted in the midst of us talking.  Asking him what he meant, he continued, "Well, you know I was into hardcore shit before Tammy, right?" he asked.

How could I not know I thought, having roomed with him for two years, the sounds of whips and moans from his bedroom engrained into my brain, but I simply replied, "Yeah, I knew."

"Well, things have been pretty stale between us lately.  I mean, fuck, I love her, and sex with her is great, and I'd like to think we both satisfy each other, but something's missing, you know?" he asked.

"Like what?" I looked at him.

"Damnit Tom, you know I love her, and respect the shit out of her, don't you?" he asked as I nodded, unable to fathom where this conversation was going.  "Well, it's just that, you know, I like to be in control, I like her doing what I tell her to do…I mean, I respect her and shit, but at times, she's too straight-laced in the bedroom.  I miss…more," he said.

Thoughts of Tammy in leather BDSM gear flashed ludicrously in my mind as I asked him if he and Tammy had talked about it.

"Not really, I mean, I don't want her to think I don't enjoy being with her!  But after almost 10 years, I miss being with a slut," he confided, getting up and starting to pace the room.  "Hell, our dress-up routine—even today in her way-too-revealing outfit was her concession to allowing me dictate and show her off, but it's only caused me to want to see more, to see how far she would go," he said, finishing off his vodka and refilling it before he sat back down.

I was at a loss for words.  What the hell did you tell your best friend, who was married to your other best friend, about shit like this?  

Eventually, I convinced him he needed to talk to Tammy, reasoning keeping things like this from each other was only going to cause it to fester.  I also explained how Tammy was more-than-likely being bitchy about him pulling the way-too-small outfit routine on her.  Regardless, he finally agreed they needed to talk to each other, not me.  Tammy knew of his past, so if he needed more, the least he could do is talk about it with her to see how it would go…

"Are you alright to drive?" I asked, looking at the nearly empty bottle of Grey Goose in the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll take it slow.  Dude, I owe you one, and thanks," he said, giving me a hug.

"It's the least I can do," I told him, choked up.  "Now go back to your wife," I told him.

As the door closed, my mind raced, the phrase "What the fuck?" reverberating through my brain.

Based on what Neil had told me, everything had happened exactly as my dream.  It was even more real than Melanie's Dream, events happening exactly as I dreamed, but it may have been because I knew the people in this dream better.

The idea of Tammy, after six years of denying Neil oral sex suddenly giving in was another surprise.  Tammy was not known for ever giving into to something she so adamantly refused, so what was different about tonight?  There was no way a woman with that much phobia about oral would not only give in, but swallow—let alone enjoy it!

And what the fuck—Brad and Tim?  Tammy hung out with the same group of friends we all had, and nobody had those names.  Neil earned enough Tammy did not have to worry about any job, being the content stay-at-home housewife lost in her various crafting hobbies.  There wasn't anything she did she did not share with Neil, so there was no way either of them would know anybody without the other knowing them as well.  

The only time those names had ever come about were from Melanie's Dream.  What the fuck?  How was that even possible?

My thoughts were shockingly intruded by the loud ring of my telephone.  Looking at the clock I saw it was almost 3:00 am, Jesus, this place was Grand Central Station I thought as I picked up the phone.  My thoughts were wiped clean as I saw "Tams and Neil" on the Caller ID.

"Hey," I answered, knowing who was on the other line without asking.  Neil had left only a few minutes ago, and was still a good 30 minutes from his house at the best of times.

"Hey," an unsteady voice came over the line as I closed my eyes.

"Heyas Tams, and I'm not going to ask how you're doing," I said.

"So he is there," she said, the worry and relief obvious in her voice.

"Well not any longer, I sent him home, he should be there in about 30," I told her.

There was silence on the line as I waited.  My thoughts incongruously revolved on the thought of Tammy kneeling down in her tight cheerleader outfit, sucking cock like a pro when her voice finally came over the line.

"So…so, did he…I mean…well, you know we had a fight, but…fuck Tom, what did I do?" she pleaded.

"Well, before you have to embarrass yourself explaining things, yes, Neil told me.  I'm not judging either of you, and like I told him, I know you both love each other.  But I need to know, where did those two guys' names come from?" I asked, dread in my stomach.

"Jesus, I don't know Tom!" she exclaimed, her sobs obvious over the line.  "One minute we were…I mean we were spending an intimate moment, and the next thing I know they popped into my head and I blurted them out.  Fuck I don't know where they came from; it was like somebody beamed them into my goddamn skull, forcing me to say it," she said.

I could hear the anxiety in her voice as I tried to calm her down.  "So there is nobody else?  I'm sorry Tams, I know this is personal, and if you don't want to talk about it…" I said.

"No, no, you are our closest friend.  Goddamn Tom, you're like a brother to me," she said.  "Well, ok, how about a close cousin," I heard the humor coming back in her voice.  "I've seen the way you look at me, not to mention your response to my outfit tonight," she giggled hysterically, and I knew she had probably had a few drinks to steady her nerves as well.  I knew she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown of some sort, so let her talk.

"Sorry Tom, it's just…well, you are the closest friend either of us have.  I know you're a complete gentleman and would never…" she trailed off.  "Dammit, no there's nobody else!" she finally exclaimed.  "Hell, I have never even thought of anybody else, and if I were to sleep with anybody, it would be somebody like you, I mean, fuck, I don't know what I mean," she said in exasperation.

"I know, you don't have to explain," I reassured her, "and yes, you are one of the hottest girls I know, but I also wouldn't harm a hair on your and Neil's relationship.  Look, you both had a bit to drink tonight, and I know you were pissed at Neil's obviously mental lapse on your measurements," I chuckled.

I heard Tammy chuckle in response as both of us knew Neil prided himself on being able to recite Tammy's exact measurements, all the way down to the ring size of her little toe.  Purchasing the two-sizes-too-small outfit was obviously a well-planned event.

"Yeah, him having me parade around like that was a bit of a shocker," she admitted.  "I mean, you've seen me in worse, but some of those guys…" she trailed off.  "Even so, for him, I would do anything, and it was all in clean fun, although I'm sure a few guys had some other thoughts," she giggled.

"Yes, I'll admit it again, you are fucking hot," knowing she needed some sort of encouragement.  "And I also know you and Neil have something special, so I'll tell you like I told him, you two need to talk.  Christ, I know better than you two neither of you would ever look at anybody else, so whatever happened tonight, just shrug it off.  If you want my advice…" I trailed off, Neil's comment about wanting more at the forefront of my thoughts.

"Yes, please," Tammy said quietly.

"If you want my advice, tell him you did it in retaliation for parading you around in the outfit, no more, no less.  Where those names came from are neither here nor there, and I'll never tell Neil anything about you calling," I promised her.

"Thanks Tom, you are a true friend," she whispered.  "But what can I do to make it up to him?" she pleaded.

More thoughts of Neil's comments about wanting more out of their sex life came to my mind, but I should not have been the one to tell them that; and yet, they were asking me for advice.  "Look, Neil told me there's been some strain going on in the bedroom," I finally confessed.

"Shit, I wondered if that was it," I heard Tammy say.

"Look, he wants more.  I know there are things you will never do, although tonight proved that isn't necessarily the case, right?" I asked, hearing her quiet grunt of affirmation.  

"Seriously Tom, I don't know what came over me.  One minute I was disgusted, and then it was like a switch had been flipped and I had…uh, I mean I was doing things I never would have dreamed of," she said.

"All I'm saying is be open-minded, or at least talk to him.  That's the only advice I can give you both, talk it out." I told her.  "You know about his past, and tonight he feels like he's been slighted.  My suggestion is to give in a little, let him have a bit more control…I'm not saying do anything you don't want to, just be open-minded."

I listened for a few more minutes, knowing she was content having somebody else on the other line when I heard her sigh.  "Well, the garage door is opening, so it's time to face the piper I guess," she said reluctantly.  "Thanks Tom, for everything, me, Neil…well, you know," she said.

"Go to your man Tams," I told her.  "Both of you will apologize, and you'll make up, and this will become nothing but a filled in pot-hole in your relationship," I told her.  "And remember, make-up sex is great," I laughed.

She chuckled, "You always had a way with words," she said.  "Thanks, and you're right, it's time I talked to my man, night Tom," she said.

I said my goodbye as I hung up, hoping they worked things out as my mind drifted to my own thoughts.  

What the fuck happened?

I poured another glass of vodka, finishing off the bottle as I turned off the television and went into the bedroom.  My thoughts were mixed, much of my mind focused on the hopes of Tammy and Neil working things out, but I also had my own issues, as the dream was truer than I imagined.

The scary thing was HOW much of it was true.  I did not know any of the women before, so I have no clue whether anything they did in my dreams was uncharacteristic with them; but Tammy I had known for years.  For me to see her change her mind and perform such a sexual predicament went against everything I knew about her.

Picking up my dream diary, I went to the back where I had written down what I remembered of Melanie and Suzanne's dream, adding a new entry:

Tammy's Dream – completely true!
1.  Tammy HAD sucked Neil off—something she had never done before.
2. Neil confided in me about Tammy never wanting to give head, which she did in my dream and in reality—did I put the thought in her head?
3. Brad and Tim?  They knew nobody by those names.  Only Melanie—and myself through my dream—knew those names.  Both are actual guys, but how could Tammy know them?
4. I had obviously touched Tammy—hell, she had sat in my lap with my arm around her bare waist for an entire football game.
5. My thoughts had obviously been sexual about her, especially in that hot cheerleader outfit

Closing the book, I downed my vodka and laid back on the bed, turning off the light on the nightstand, my thoughts going a mile a minute.  What the fuck was going on?  The thought bounced back and forth in my mind like a ball in a pinball machine, going randomly through my head.  

God, I hope Tammy and Neil resolved things I thought to myself.  Hell, if I were Tammy I would do whatever Neil demanded, regardless of her negative fixation on sucking or any other fetish.  Neil loved Tammy, of that I had no doubt, but I knew from our candid discussions he wanted more out their sex life.  Although content, there was still the urge in him of wanting more.  I hoped Tammy could convince him she was worth keeping, particularly over such a stupid mistake.

I thought back to some of the articles I read on dreams and out-of-body experiences.  Had I really shared my subconscious with Tammy?  If not, how did she know Brad and Tim's names?  Had I thought about it, having Melanie's dream fresh in my head and somehow relayed it to her?

These and a thousand other questions flooded my head as I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what was going on.  I could feel the alcohol taking effect, the vodka hitting harder due to being primed by all the beer earlier as I tried to calm my mind.

Neil was the only man I had ever been with; hell, I hadn't even thought about sucking anybody off—even Neil.  So why tonight did I even do it tonight?  And who the fuck was Brad and Tim?  These and a thousand other question flooded my head as I closed my eyes, trying to figure out what was going on.  

I could feel Neil's arms tighten around me, smelling alcohol on him.  Neil's anger and betrayal relayed through his body.  It had been in his voice as we talked, and it was now in his embrace as we both tried to rationalize what had happened.

Fuck, I needed to rationalize what had happened as well.  Who the fuck was Brad and Tim I wondered for who knows how many times.  And what had come over me even before that?  I had never wanted to have oral sex with anybody, even Neil who was my heart and soul.  And yet, I went down on him like a pro, not only sucking him off, but swallowing as much as I could like an eager cum slut.  I had WANTED to go down on him, and the thought—almost abhorrent before tonight—no longer even caused me to second-guess doing it again.




Dreams Ch. 02



Goddamn, was I going through my change of life prematurely?  I was only fucking 28, what the hell was happening to me?

"Baby, I'm sorry," I whispered for what seemed the dozenth time.  "There's nobody but you, I swear.  I was only being vindictive, pissed off at the outfit," I rationalized, trying to convince myself as well as Neil.  I was still in the cheerleader outfit—sans panties—as I had been too shaken up to change, even while on the phone with Tom.

I thought back to the phone conversation, saying a silent prayer of thanks for Tom, who had to put up with not only Neil, but myself.   He was a true friend, and I needed to repay him big somehow, regardless of whether Neil and I worked things out.  My breath caught as I imagined my life without Neil, I could not even conceive it as I felt his embrace tighten.

"Baby, I'll do anything to make it up to you," I whispered for another dozenth time.  I had been saying the same litany for the last half hour as we talked.  I would not lose Neil, no matter what.  I did not care what he asked I would do anything for him.  If he wanted me to wait on him hand and foot, fine.  He wanted me to suck him off every night, fine.  If he wanted me to parade in front of the goddamn town square in this outfit I was willing.  Whatever he wanted I was willing to do, anything for him.

Those thoughts and more circled around my head.  Although some were completely against my nature, none of them seemed abnormal as I reasoned doing anything to keep them—I mean us—together.

I again felt Neil's embrace tighten, "I need to know, is there anybody else?" he whispered, for probably the dozenth time.

I felt my heart bleed as I answered, tears rolling down my face to soak his shirt, "Baby, there is nobody but you.  I told you those names popped into my head, there is nobody but you.  You are everything to me.  I'll do anything to prove it," I again implored.

I felt his arms tighten around me, knowing he was thinking about something, but a few minutes went by before he spoke again.  "Anything?" he finally whispered.

I felt my heart race, hope flaring inside as I answered, "God yes Baby, I'm so sorry I put you through that!" I again told him.

I felt Neil shift, stepping back.  As I looked up into his eyes, I could see disappointment, expectation, and…anger.  Anger was what was over his face more than anything, and I realized I deserved it.  For whatever reason I had said those names to him, I was willing to do anything for his forgiveness.

Looking up at Neil's face, seeing the anger in his eyes, I could only look at him expectantly as I waited for his forgiveness.  I don't know what he was thinking, but I saw something pass over his face I had never seen before as he looked at me, apparently reaching a decision.

"OK, you want to prove you're mine?" he said as I only nodded in reply.  "Fine, then prove you're mine and mine only, down on your knees bitch," he said.

I looked up at him in surprise, both at his tone and language.  Neil had never spoken to me like that.  Sure we had argued in the past, never as serious as this, but he had never raised his voice to me, always taking some time to formulate his thoughts.  Now, all I heard was anger.

"Did you hear me slut?" he said, catching my attention, "I said on your knees, unless you didn't mean that either," he sneered.

Wordlessly I dropped to my knees.  I looked up expectantly at him as he reached down, shoving his shorts down in anger as his semi-hard erection was bared.

"Suck me bitch, suck me like I'm the only cock you ever want," he commanded and I could do nothing but obey.

For the second time in my life, and in one night, I put a man's penis—no, cock I corrected myself, remembering Neil calling me a bitch and slut.  Yes, I put a cock in my mouth.  The feel of his soft skin against my tongue stirred something inside of me as I felt arousal build again all probability.

I ran my tongue around the head, feeling him growing in my mouth as I gently sucked him.  As he got firmer, I started moving my head, his left hand wrapping in my hair as I began sliding my lips back and forth along his length.

"That's a good little slut, you like your husband's cock, don't you?" Neil said above me.

I could only groan in reply, knowing it was true.  After all that had happened tonight, the truth was I DID like his cock, and I was willing to prove it, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.  

On impulse, I moved my hand and cupped his balls, his groan the only assurance I needed as I started playing with his sack, his cock slithering in and out of my mouth.  I could still taste his previous ejaculate, having left for Tom's right after our fight, and it was a familiar welcome as I eagerly sucked Neil.

"OK, that's enough," Neil said suddenly to my surprise.  I looked up at him as he pulled back his hips, his cock sliding out of my mouth with an audible 'slurp' from my wet lips.

"Stand up slut," he commanded, to which I obediently complied.  "You liked showing off yourself to the guys earlier today, didn't you?" he asked unexpectedly.

I felt my pulse quicken as I merely nodded, unable to put anything to words.  This was not the Neil I knew; it was Neil, but somebody else as well.  The thought of losing him again came to my mind as I vowed to myself to do anything to keep him.  I realized tonight he was going to make me pay for my faux pas, and remembering Tom's advice, I swore to myself I would do whatever he asked of me.

"Well, we should show others how much a slut you are, shouldn't we?" he asked.

I did not know what he was talking about, but again, willing to do anything to make up for our fight I nodded.

Neil moved over to the full-length bay window of our bedroom pulling the curtains wide open.  "Come here slut," he commanded, to which I meagerly complied.

I did not know what he was wanting, but again, at this point, I did not care as he put his hands on my hips, positioning me in front of the window.

"Stand there," he commanded as he stepped away.

I was confused, what was he doing?  The overhead light to the bedroom turned off, leaving only the nightstand light turned on as I glanced back to see what Neil was doing.

"Stare straight ahead," he demanded of me.  "In fact, why don't you step back from the window a bit," he ordered, to which I complied.  "Good," he said once I had stepped back about two feet.

Looking out, I could see the traffic on our street.  We lived in a busy neighborhood which served as an alternate to the main road, and due to construction, many people had started taking the extra five minutes detour to save the hassle.  Even at the wee hours of the morning traffic was not uncommon as I suddenly realized I was on display to anybody passing by, my pulse quickening.

"Now, lean against the window," Neil commanded.

I suddenly comprehended he was going to display me in the window like a prize, as I reluctantly complied, part thrill, part embarrassment coursing through me.  The thrill of being exposed in my cheerleader outfit, to who knows how many strangers, was causing my blood to speed up.  Although as fast as cars drove by, they would have had to have slowed down or stopped to even see me, still the thought of knowing it was possible sent a buzz through me.  

I know with the lights off except for the nightstand bathroom I was silhouetted in the window, hoping nobody could really see me, only a shape.

"Good," Neil said as I braced myself against the window, leaning forward.  My ass was undoubtedly visible behind me due to the short skirt and I knew Neil was getting a good view, so pushed out my hips further, to give him all I had.

I heard movement and braced for him, but after a few seconds nothing happened.  Glancing behind me, I did not see Neil anywhere in the room, wondering where he went.  Suddenly I was blinded by a bright light from outside through the window.  As my eyes adjusted, I realized Neil had turned on the outside security flood lights, pointing them directly at me.  I was now spotlighted for anybody to see, again wondering what he was going.

I felt more than heard Neil re-enter the room a few minutes later, feeling my pulse quicken.

"Good girl, now stay that way for a bit while I try to reason why I should keep you," I heard behind me.

My heart skipped, part of me could hear teasing in his voice, but the anger was still there so I continued to lean against the window, displayed like a mannequin in a store window.  Looking outside I abstractedly watched the traffic, my mind in turmoil at what was going through Neil's head.  After a few minutes, I noticed several cars slowing down as they passed the house, a thrill coursing through me knowing they could see me on display like a shopping mall storefront.

Having nothing else to do, I watched the cars.  Although several still passed by relatively fast, others slowed—their brake lights readily apparent on the dark road.  After several more minutes, I watched as one car actually stop, parking directly across from us.  I suddenly saw a flash from their window, realizing whoever was in the car was taking pictures of me!

I felt my face flush with shame as I heard a chuckle behind me.  "Looks like you finally have an audience to perform for," Neil said behind me.

My heart jumped into my throat, not understanding his words, but recognizing the ominous tone to his voice.  

I continued looking outside.  The parked car still sat there as a few others slowed down.  After a bit more time another car stopped, parking on the other side of the road closest to our house and I again felt my body flush with shame knowing they could clearly see me displayed in the large bay window.

A few more cars drove past, and I realized I recognized a couple cars passing by more than once, obviously turning around further up the road to drive back.  Eventually a few more of them pulled off to the side, turning off their lights.

"Touch yourself," I suddenly heard behind me.

"What?" I said, taken by surprise, my attention back to Neil instead of the cars.

"Touch yourself slut, you like to show off, well, now's your chance," I heard Neil say behind me.

My thoughts began to rebel, but again like the blow job it was as if a switch had been thrown on my inhibitions.  Uncertain was to what to do, I took one hand off the window, moving it to my hair, stroking it.  My body shifted slightly to the side due to my arm being pulled back, and I felt my breasts tighten against the too-small cheerleader outfit.

"More," I heard behind me.

I lowered my hand, stroking my cheek, running my hand down my neck.  I now understood what Neil wanted as I took a deep breath and ran my palm across the exposed flesh of my breasts, sliding my finger down the exaggerated cleavage.  

Hearing a hiss behind me, I knew I was doing what Neil wanted, a thrill running through me at the knowledge of pleasing him.  This was more for Neil than anything I rationalized, as I cupped my breast through the outfit, massaging it.  

More flashes momentarily blinded me as I realized not one, but a couple cars were taking pictures, but did not care about them or any humiliation I would have experienced before as I posed before them.  My only thought was on the man behind me and pleasing him to the end of my days.

"More," I heard behind me yet again.

Without hesitation, I slid my hand beneath the top, cupping my bare breast—the outfit had been too tight to wear a bra.  As my fingers grazed my nipple, my head involuntarily leaned back, the position having additional effect thrusting my chest closer to the window.  I closed my eyes, seeing more flashes through my eyelids as I massaged my tit.

"Both hands," I heard whispered behind me.

Straightening slightly for balance, I lowered my other hand.  Pulling my other hand out from beneath the halter top, I cupped both breasts through the cloth, squeezing them and causing the flesh to protrude even further out from the material.  I wasn't sure how much the drivers from outside could see me, but my pulse quickened, the thrill of being observed sparking my desire further.

After a few minutes, I heard shifting behind me, but kept my head forward as ordered.  "More," I heard whispered closer.

Keeping one hand on my breast, I lowered my other hand, sliding it across my bare stomach.  With one hand moved away, I again slid the other hand beneath the top, cupping my breast, the rasp of my fingers against my nipple again causing me to gasp.

More flashes appeared outside, and I noticed more cars parked, my pulse quickening.  Another flash appeared, apart from the others and I looked down, realizing it came from the house across the street where Mr. Gibson lived!

I felt dread, it was one thing for strangers to see me displayed as I was, but somebody we knew?  How the hell would I be able to show my face in front of him again, thinking of our homeowners meeting later this week.

I almost stopped, but as if reading my thoughts Neil's commanding voice came from behind me, "Don't you dare bitch, you move and I'm gone."

Although I wasn't sure if the threat was real, I stayed where I was.  I saw another dim light appear in the house to the left of Mr. Gibson's where the Spears family lived.  The light was from their 16-year-old son's room, and my heart stopped as I saw a silhouette of somebody through the window.  Good God, I was not only on display before complete strangers, but now our 60-year-old neighbor and one of our neighbor's teenage sons!

As mortified as I was, I continued massaging my breast and stomach complying with Neil's command, again residing myself this was for Neil, and I would do anything to keep him.

I could see a dim glow from Ed Spear's room and recognized even from across the street the glow of a computer.  I heard a chuckle behind me as Neil whispered, "Oh, this is perfect."

I saw out of the corner of my eye Neil getting our laptop as I continued to rub myself to the growing crowd, momentarily surprised when I heard Neil laugh.  "Oh, you little slut, you have to see this," I heard Neil say as he moved over to the side of the window.

With my hand still inside my halter, cupping my breast and stomach, I looked over to where Neil was standing, holding the laptop.  At first I did not understand what he was showing until I realized he was showing a video on the screen.  I focused on the blurry image and saw the vague shape of a woman through a window, her body in a spotlight…

I completely froze as I realized what I was seeing.  Several of the houses in the neighborhood had pitched in for a wireless hub all the houses could access.  As Neil was an IT wiz, he hosted the connection, often joking about what one or the other neighbor was viewing, having purchased a relay where he could monitor what was going on.  He was a computerized peeping Tom.  

I now realized Eddy Spears from across the street was showing me displayed on his web cam!

"Neil, please," I said, "this has gone far enough," I implored.

Looking at the screen the video was zoomed in on our house, the bay window filling the screen.  Although the image was grainy, you could definitely make out my body in the window, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers cheerleader outfit clearly identifiable.  Thankfully my face was not clear due to the resolution, but there was no mistaking my tits bulged out of the top, nor my hands massaging my stomach and breast, now stilled as I glanced at the screen.

"Just think of all the cocks that will be jacking off to this," Neil muttered, setting the laptop down near the window, so both he and I could see it.  "More slut, show your fans how turned on you are, get yourself ready for me," I heard Neil command.

My heart skipped as I realized what he wanted.  God, I had to find that website, to see Tammy on display was a fucking dream come true!

Wait, what did I just think?  Yeah, I needed to find the site to try to remove the video, but why was I thinking of myself in third person?  Fuck, what was I doing?

Still, Neil's command overcame my thoughts as I slowly lowered my hand.  I could see the image on the video clearly as I, the woman in the video, lowered her hand past her stomach, sliding over her skirt.

Again the odd thought popped into my head of needing to find this video if it existed.  

Why wouldn't it exist, I thought, I'm looking right at it.  Another thought came into my head just as quickly to see Tammy displayed like this.  

I was confused thinking of myself in the third person as I heard Neil clear his throat behind me, reprimanding me for taking too long.

I could not focus on the computer next to me, so instead looked outside again at the night, the flood lights glaring at me.  There were now at least a half a dozen cars parked outside, as well as lights on not only at Mr. Gibson's and the Spear's sons house, but to my mortification I looked at the house to the right, seeing a figure on the porch, realizing Marty Schuller was there watching me.

Knowing how I always was afraid to be near Marty, that, more than Mr. Gibson or the Spear's son seeing me caused my blood to run cold.  "Neil, Marty's on his porch!" I said in exasperation.

"Good," I heard Neil say.  "Maybe if you behave and do as you're told, I'll give you to him as a reward."

"What!" I exclaimed, almost turning around as Neil reminded me to face forward.  "Neil, be serious, this has gone far enough!  I know you're mad at me, and yes, I'm sorry, but you can't be serious about this.  I can't do this in front of people we know!" I implored to him.

"You stated you would do ANYTHING I asked to prove your devotion to me, correct?" I heard the stern voice behind me.

"Yes," I whispered after a pause.

"Good, for a moment there I thought I'd have to pack my bags, although now that I think of it, if we split up, I'll be throwing your slut ass out to the curb, do you understand?" he said.

I had never heard Neil talk like this, nor in the tone of voice he used.  I was completely at a loss, but I could not lose him, realizing I meant what I said—I would do anything to keep him.

God, if only Neil would lend me her body for one night, he would be a true friend.  

The thought popped into my head out of nowhere, and again I wondered what the hell was happening to me.  First the blowjob—totally unlike me; then comparing the only person I had ever been with two other men; then willing to do anything for him to make up for it.  And these thoughts of me in the third person were weird as shit.

I was more than willing to do what Neil wanted, but for some reason, I didn't understand WHY I was doing it.  Alright, I knew the why—to keep Neil—but as to why I was complying, it seemed to go beyond an apology, more of a compulsion, but for the life of me I didn't understand.

"Continue," I heard behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

Things were happening beyond my control, and although one part of me wanted to rebel, another part could do nothing but obey as I slowly continued to lower my hand, feeling my bare thigh between the slit of the skirt.  Sliding my hand beneath, I moved my hand between my legs, spreading them for support.

My mind exploded as I gasped, my mouth opening wide as I threw my head back, the sudden shock of my middle finger stroking my well-soaked slit too much.  Not paying attention, I had inserted the finger between my folds, sinking in and brushing my clit unexpectedly.  I slowly began moving my hand, stroking my slit, feeling my arousal build.

Through my eyelids I again saw flashes, knowing more pictures were being taken, but the desire coursing through my body was taking over, and I did not care who was watching me as I continued to stroke myself.

"Hmm, something's not right," I heard near me, opening my eyes and seeing Neil looking at the laptop screen.  "The comments on this site are saying it doesn't look like you're doing anything, why don't you raise your skirt and tuck it in your waistband," he grinned.




Dreams Ch. 02



I could not believe what he was asking, but again, something in my mind repelled any resistance as I moved my hand away from my breast.  Reaching down, my other hand still massaging my slit, I lifted the skirt, tucking it in the waistband.  

In response, more flashes appeared outside.

"Perfect," I heard next to me.  

I looked over to the laptop monitor, seeing my pelvis exposed, my hand moving back and forth between my legs

What was coming over me?  One half of my brain was willing to do whatever Neil asked, at any price, another part, the more familiar one was questioning what the hell was happening, but the lust I was feeling was undeniable as I continued to stroke myself

I heard Neil moving behind me, noises coming from the bedroom and bathroom as I continued to blatantly display myself in the bay window.  Glancing to the laptop I saw the number 15,937 next to the video.  Looking closer, I realized it was the number of people currently viewing the video as I felt my heart skip a beat.

On one hand this was exciting.  I had always had an exhibitionistic side, but it was solely reserved for Neil.  I was doing this for him, he was doing this to punish me, and for some reason I could do nothing but obey.

I could feel Neil's presence behind me as I heard him command, "OK, lean forward, and put your right arm back on the window."

As I was stroking myself with my left hand, I did not bother to ask if I should stop as I continued, pulling out my hand from beneath the top and leaning forward to rest it against the window.

"Excellent, you look so fucking hot," I heard Neil say.  I felt a thrill running through me.  Now this I could understand, turning my man on.  To hell with the people outside, this is what I was doing this for, my man, him and only him.

I saw movement lower, and realized Neil h had crawled to the side of the window, something in his hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked, the thoughts of me being fully exposed and fingering myself before strangers oddly remote as I focused on his actions.

"Just giving little Eddy a bit of hand," he said mischievously, placing something below me on the window banister.

As he moved away and started typing something on the laptop, I realized a web cam!  "Neil, what are you doing?" I asked, wondering what the hell was going on.

After a few minutes, Neil appeared satisfied with what he was doing and turned the laptop towards me again.  "There, that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be," he said.

Staring at the screen, my mind went blank from shock as I realized I was seeing two videos side-by-side now, one from outside and the other zoomed in on my finger stroking my slit!  Shock cleared my mind as I comprehended Neil had somehow spliced into Eddy's video feed, giving a more up-close-and-personalized view!

My thoughts were a bizarre dichotomy as part of me was shocked my husband even knew how to do something like this, and the realization of being completely exposed to anybody on the internet.  

I stared in morbid fascination as my finger slid across my slit, the spotlight glistening off my obviously wet finger and pussy.  As I moved, I stared captivated at the screen as my wedding ring sparkled with each movement of my hand. 

My reverie was broken as Neil's voice said beside me, "Here, take this with your right hand, I think you know what to do with it," he said.

Looking over I saw Neil holding my silver vibrator.  Staring at him in shock, I was about to tell him no until I saw his face as he held it out.  He again had a mixture of anger and excitement, and again I resigned myself to doing whatever he demanded to prove my love for him.  

Reluctantly I took it, feeling the soft buzz going knowing he had already turned it on.  

I looked at the monitor, the silver vibrator reflected by the floodlights with no mistake what was in my hand.  I also noticed Neil had stayed out of the video, only myself being exposed.

"You're staying out of the web cam," I said out loud.

Hearing Neil's chuckle, I knew I was right as he explained.  "You are the slut.  Tonight you will prove you are the slut.  If anybody sees this video or hears about it from others, they will only know it was you, not whether I was around or not.  There will always be speculation whether you did this on your own or even with my knowledge.  People will look at you as a slut, uncertain whether you are doing it with my approval or not.  You want to talk about other men?  Fine, now's the time to prove that reputation," he said.

I could not believe Neil would be so mean, almost arguing when another thought popped into my head, to see me/Tammy masturbate being too fucking exciting.  I don't know where the idea came, but it reminded me what was in my hand.

From Neil's tone of voice I knew I could not hesitate any longer as I lowered the vibrator between my legs.  As expected, more flashes came from outside.  Looking at the screen, I saw even at the resolution of Eddy's video feed there was no mistaking what was in my hand.  In the other image, I saw the vibrator appear between my legs.  As I pressed it against my slit, the vibration caused me to tilt my head back, a groan escaping my mouth from the sheer pleasure.

"That's it, it turns you on to show your slut side, doesn't it bitch?" Neil hissed.

I no longer cared what people thought, wanting only to please him as I moaned a long "Yessss," the vibrator moving across my slit, the buzzing pulsations hitting my clit and pulsing into my core.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light flashing.  Looking down across the street, saw Marty Schuller had turned on his porch light.  I could see clear him standing in a robe, knowing he had an unobstructed view of me and my body, not grainy like those watching the video.  He was letting me know he was watching me as I saw him raise his hand and move to his porch swing.  Before sitting down, he parted his robe and I could clearly see his naked body exposed, an erection obvious.  I suddenly realized how easily he could also see me as I watched in horror as he sat down and he began stroking himself.

"Oh my God," I said.  When Neil asked what the matter was, I told him about Marty.

He chuckled.  "Well, as I said, if you're good, maybe I'll give you to him so he can satisfy himself with more than his hand."

A part of me reasoned he was joking, another part uncertain.  Another foreign thought entered my mind of having me offered to me, and I wondered what the hell that meant.  

At this point I didn't know what was going on—this was not my Neil.  Instead, this was somebody else, exacting out their vengeance in a totally uncharacteristic way; Neil had never been this mean, or this—dominant was the only word I could come up with.

"Continue with your show, slut," I heard behind me, breaking my thoughts.

I realized I had been standing there with the vibrator in my hand, totally unaware of it.  My other arm was propped on the window, my body bent slightly forward.  

I looked at the video monitor, seeing words flashing at the bottom.  Distracted, I asked what the flashing was below the video.  I felt more than saw Neil move towards the laptop, barely seeing him out of my eye as I heard him laugh.

"It's the comments section," he explained with amusement.  "Apparently your fans want to see you do more with that vibrator than hold it against you.  I think for the time being, you'll do as your fans direct, showing you are the willing slut," Neil said. 

I moved the vibrator back to my slit, again an unconscious groan escaping my mouth as I slid it across my wet slit and clit.

Suddenly a loud screeching sound came behind me and I almost turned around, but knew better based upon Neil's odd behavior.  Instead, I continuing to slide the vibrator against my slit until told to do otherwise.

"Step forward to the window," I heard behind me, and knew better than to question the order.

I heard more scraping and suddenly felt something cold pressed against my ass.  Instinctively I glanced back, seeing Neil had moved my vanity table behind me.  Fearing what he was going to ask, he confirmed my suspicions.

"Sit down, and rest your feet on the window sill," he commanded.  

Again, a part of my mind overcame any protest as I obeyed, sitting on the vanity.  I reluctantly spread my legs, raising my feet to the window sill as ordered.  Glancing at the laptop, I could clearly see myself, feet spread, exposing my pussy, the posture slightly opening my lips, glistening in the spotlight.

The flurry of flashes was no longer unexpected as I propped myself up with my right arm.  At this point, things had gone far enough, but as quickly as the thought came, another one came to comply and do anything for me and Neil to stay together.

"Continue," Neil's voice whispered.

Once again I begin sliding the vibrator across my slit.  With my legs spread as they were, it was impossible not to hit my clit with each stroke, and unwittingly felt my body flush with arousal.

Glancing at the video, I could not believe the site of me, legs spread wide, the vibrator sparkling between my lips as it spread them apart.  I also realized I was now displayed to 28,893 viewers.  

Neil moved to the laptop and chuckled.  "You have some requests, your fans want to see you fuck yourself with the vibrator," Neil said with odd amusement.

Again I felt myself rebel while another part demanded I do what Neil asked.  

It turned out the foreign voice in my head was the stronger, as I repositioned the dildo in my hand, slowly inserting it into my pussy.  I gasped at the sensations of the vibrations pulsating the walls of my vagina as well as the intrusion into it, leaning my head further back as I slowly began moving the dildo into me.

Out of my periphery I saw more flashes knowing my outside fans were appreciative, and looking at Marty on his porch, I saw him give me a thumb's up.

Neil started to direct me what to do, reading the comments below the video and as if my body was taken over by somebody else I could do nothing but comply.  I slowly slid the vibrator out, then back in, my hips thrusting uncontrollably as I fucked myself with the vibrator.  As directed, I sometimes moved faster, sometimes slower, sliding it in and out of my pussy as I fucked myself in front of—now 32,389 viewers.

When the next command came, I barely hesitated, pulling out the vibrator and raising it to my mouth.  As I sucked it to the direction of strangers, I could taste the sweet and salty tang of my own juices, completely covering the vibrator.  

Then, again not at the direction of Neil, but those whose direction he was relaying, I moved the vibrator back to my pussy.

"Faster," I heard to the side.  

I was sliding the vibrator in and out at a leisurely pace, but as commanded, sped up, my wrist pumping as the silver vibrator flashed in and out of my pussy at a speed the web cam could not even keep up with.  The feeling was incredible as I tilted my head back, feeling my arousal building.

"So have you ever thought of fucking any of my friends," Neil suddenly said beside me away from the window.

The comment was so unexpected I stopped what I was doing, "What?" I exclaimed, the vibrator sticking halfway in my pussy forgotten.  As Neil repeated himself, he told me if I lied and he found out, it was over between us.  

What else could I do, I was devoted to Neil, but even as loyal and committed to him as I was it was hard not to have thought about any of the guys we knew.  "Yes," I told him, almost absently resuming my wrist movements, slowly moving the vibrator back and forth.  

Neil asked who and I told him over the six years we've been together, I probably had had a stray thought about all of them at one time or another.  "Any stand out in particular," he asked.

"Are you doing this to find a reason to leave me," I asked, wondering where this was going.

"No, I'm trying to see how honest you really are," he said.  "No matter who you say, I'm not going to leave you on that account, but I want to know who you fantasize about," he explained.

I felt I was being entrapped, but answered truthfully.  "There's only one of your friends I would ever consider doing anything with, no matter what I think about anybody else," I told him.  Seeing his hand wave for me to continue, I glanced over at him and looked him in the eyes, "Tom," I confessed.

My heart skipped oddly in excitement—which was odd as I was the one who said it.  Neil smiled as I felt a "Yes" in my mind.  I must be some multitasker I thought, masturbating and having a serious discussion with my husband while he humiliated me, interpreting the "Yes" in my mind at my arousal.

Neil directed me to stand up again, so I repositioned myself as he slid the vanity away.  Taking the vibrator away from me, he told me to lean forward and continue fingering myself, he would be right back.

Once more I felt more than saw him leave the room as I complied, assuming the familiar position leaning forward, propped up on one arm while the other stroked my now soaking slit.  On the web cam I could see I was so wet my entire crotch was glistening, reflecting the light as my hips involuntarily rocked back and forth as I looked out into the night again.

Seeing movement outside and to the right, I saw somebody moving around the side of our house, recognizing Neil's figure.  He was taking his time, staying out of the light, and I knew with me being the center of attention he went unnoticed.

I wondered what he was doing as I saw him cross the street, horror building through me as he headed towards Marty Schuller's house.  Seeing him, Marty quickly pulled his robe closed, rising to meet Neil.  I watched as Neil pointed to the window, then in growing horror saw both him and Marty leave the porch, heading along the same path Neil took before back to the house, except this time he had company.

"He wouldn't," I thought, remembering his threat of giving me to Marty or any of his other friends.  I heard the door close downstairs and my heart thumped loudly in fear as I heard not one, but two sets of feet coming up the stairs.

My worst fears were confirmed when I heard Marty's voice, "Hi Tammy, good to see you, and I mean REALLY see you."

I closed my eyes in shame, completely stopping what I was doing until Neil told me to continue stroking myself.

"Neil, please," I begged, only to be interrupted by him.

"See Marty, she's begging for it," he said.  "Here's the thing Marty, Tammy has fucked up, and although she said she would do anything to win me back, I need to test the theory.  As such, I think the best way to prove she is totally devoted to me it is to let somebody else have her.  This way it will be at my command, not her own whim.  She said she loves me, even claiming she won't enjoy somebody else having her, but I believe being the slut she is, I am going to prove otherwise," he said.

My mind went blank.  Was Neil serious?  Was he really going to allow Marty to fuck Tammy while being filmed on the internet?  They had such a wonderful relationship, was he really going to allow this?  I was mortified at what I heard from Neil, not bothering to correct my thoughts at referring to myself in the third person as I heard Marty agree with Neil's twisted logic.

"Neil, don't do this, please," I begged.

"Quiet slut, you stated you would do anything, now is your chance.  If I want you to become the slut you are and fuck one, or all of my friends, you'll do it, is that understood?"  Neil's voice reflected the anger he had demonstrated earlier that night.

I could not believe this was happening.  All because I said two names of people I never heard of giving the impression had had blown them.  I had never wanted another man, content and happy with Neil, and now, in the blink of an eye he was degrading me, giving me away to be used like a piece of property.

My mind was blank as the circumstances cascaded through my brain: on display before the public, being offered to one of Neil's friends as a common whore, and yet something in my mind kept following his commands, adamantly willing to do whatever he asked to keep him.  

I closed my eyes, my finger moving against my slit, though I was numb at this point.  I repeated what I told him earlier.  "You are everything to me.  I'll do anything to prove it," I whispered, tears forming behind my closed eyelids.

I heard movement behind me and by the muffled voices knew Neil and Marty had moved into the bathroom to talk.  I could not believe Neil, my loving husband of so many years was doing this as punishment.  Then I realized it was not the punishment of being used by somebody else, but the thought of it.  Maybe this was purely a scare tactic, Neil wanting me to believe he would give me to somebody else, but then calling the whole thing off.  

The thought was a dim hope in my mind.  Sure Neil would degrade me; I deserved it based on my actions early, regardless of how much I did not intend them.  But he would never give me to somebody else.

Yet a small doubt lingered in my mind.

I heard movement behind me, then Neil's voice.  "Hmm, 29,375 viewers, we're losing your audience, so time to spice things up," he chuckled.  "Lean forward with both hands on the window," he commanded.

I tilted forward, both hands splayed against the glass as my ass projected backwards from the position, not through any intention of mine.

I heard movement behind me, my heart dropping to my stomach as I heard Neil say, "Here, put this ski mask on, I don't want anybody to recognize anybody but her.  People who see her will wonder if it's me, some will wonder if it is another man.  Some will wonder if I was allowing it, yet others will wonder if she were doing it behind my back," he explained.  "All anybody will really know is she is a slut, being used by a stranger," he chuckled.

As fear coursed through my body I again implored, "Neil, please, don't do this," I cried, tears running down my eyes.

"Remember, if you truly love me, being with another man should not be a turn on.  You have told me yourself a true wife would never find enjoyment with anybody but her husband, only a slut would do that.  I am going to prove you wrong.  If you respond, I'll know you truly are a slut to do anything I ask," I heard Neil say behind me.

"Neil, please," I implored.

No answer was forthcoming as I sensed somebody move behind me.  My mind clenched in sudden fear as a pair of hands rested on my bare waist, gently stroking my skin before sliding down to squeeze my ass cheeks.  I could not help but enjoy the sensation as they then slid up across my body, clutching my waist.  

My heart was in my throat.  Glancing at the image on the laptop, I saw a masked figure behind me, wondering whether this was Neil, or whether he was really letting Marty touch me?  The uncertainty was my undoing, my mind completely in turmoil.

The hands slid forward, sliding across my stomach, moving towards the front of my pelvis as I closed my eyes.  If this were Neil, it would be nice to have him finally touching me, but the alternative was something I could not fathom happening.

The unknown hands slid up to slowly stroke my stomach as I felt a body press against me behind.  The unmistakable feel of a hard cock resting against the crack of my ass caused me to groan, not in pleasure, but fear as I tried to figure out who this was.

The hands moved down, gripping the front of my thighs as they pulled out, causing me to spread my stance further, the body behind me pressing tighter against me.

"No, please," I whispered, begged, pleaded.

More flashes appeared outside and I glanced at the laptop, 33,343, the numbers slowly rising.  In horror, I saw on the video the figure behind me, wearing one of Neil's black ski masks.  Was it Neil?  Surely he would not be so enraged as to let somebody else do what only he had ever had access to!




Dreams Ch. 03



Abseiling back down the side of the building on a luminous cord of photons, I swing through the skylight of the restaurant's sunroom and amble up to the bar. Carrie-Anne is checking her clipboard, sipping a martini. 

"Could you fix me one of those, babe?" 

She slides the bottle my way abruptly. "Not so much of the 'babe', flyboy. Nice performance in there, by the way. You maxed out on the test scores." Hardly surprising. 

"Do I get extra points if the girls come?" 

Carrie-Anne studies her clipboard. "You do, when there are so many. Every girl in the room had at least three orgasms. One girl had twenty. Well done. You deserve a drink after all that."

I fix a margarita, splash salt over the rim and sip it. Nice and tart. There is a box of Cuban cigars on the bar top, so I help myself to a good one and light it with a flame from my fingertip. "Neat trick", quips Carrie-Anne. 

"Not nearly as neat as that thing you do with your clothes, the transparency thing. What's that all about, anyway?" 

She sets down her clipboard, sips her drink, lights and spliff and says, "because I really want to give the impression that you can have me, any time you want. This is your dream. You can jump over the bar and fuck the life out of me if you like. But I don't think you're going to, because in this dream there should be someone who is not entirely subservient to you. That's the way you prefer it. You're someone who likes to lead things, but you're a talented captain, not a general. A team of leaders is where you belong. I'm part of the team. I just happen to be a very sexy part of it."

This was an entirely satisfactory and highly astute answer. I thought on this while finishing my Margarita, which was excellent. I poured another from a stainless steel cocktail shaker and took a deep puff on my cigar. The smoke turned into an fighter jet which took off, stood on its tail and climbed vertically, banking as it passed through the ceiling. 

"So, my semi-transparent beauty, what's next on the agenda?" Carrie-Anne passed me the joint.

"Fucking, of course. Lots of it. There are a couple of rules and addenda, but its all about getting your cock wet from now on. You'll love it. Think you can handle a whole floor of girls?" I considered this for a minute. 

"How many classes are we talking about?" 

Carrie slid off the bar top, went to the window and counted the classroom windows on the top floor. "Ten. That's two hundred and forty girls and teachers, give or take." 

I stared at her, staggered. "You want me to fuck two hundred women, one after the other? What do the rules say about coming, or duration?" 

Carrie checked her paperwork. "You have to come inside every single one. They should also come, but that's more of a courtesy than a rule. Each fuck must last at least twenty strokes of your cock, and they should be full strokes. You can take longer if you really like the girl. Time will be suspended so, whereas it's the middle of the afternoon now, you'll emerge only a few minutes after you enter. This gives you the whole evening to relax before actually waking up and returning to your dull little life with that erogenously-challenged wife of yours." 

"She's not... Well, I guess she hasn't been a fantastic lay recently..." 

Carrie flicked me on the forehead rather hard. "Wake up, dickweed! She's not interested in you any more. She's almost certainly shagging other men and sees no use for you. Get our of it while you have your sanity and the last vestiges of self-respect. Dump her, get a divorce, move out and move on. You'll be a better man as a result."

I finished my cigar and nodded soberly. "Guess so. You're right. Tomorrow I'll figure out a way to bring this to her. But for now..." I grinned lustfully. "I have a mission to complete. This is going to be something. Feel like helping me get warmed up?" 

She stared passively back at me. "What were we just talking about?" I hopped down from my barstool and stood face-to-face with her. "I know, but I fancy you. You're stunning." 

She put down her clipboard and flicked my forehead again. "Keep your eye on the ball. That's just a little reminder that, however much your confidence has grown, not every girl wants to sleep with you. Fantasise all you want, but you have to earn your fucks, not just expect them."

I kissed her on the cheek, whispered an apology, received a loving, forgiving smile and a warm cuddle in return (taking the opportunity to rub against her breasts, which were delicious, and stroke her ass through her leather pants), and vanished. I reappeared again on the roof of the building. The view was awesome - the lakes and parks of the campus laid out like a lush map of my perfect place: a synergy of education and inquiry, peace and quiet, greenness and water, modernism and minimalism, brightness and warmth. Perfect. Time to do my thing.

Rather than totally disturb each class as I made my way through them, I thought about calling the girls to a back table one by one, or perhaps selecting a quiet room where I could fuck them all in turn. The latter seemed best. If I had a real beauty with whom I wanted to spend some time alone, it would be best to have a room I could seclude ourselves in. So, I made one. 

It was behind a thick wooden door and consisted of walls made from massive, high-resolution soft-screens which showed a cycling, seamless wave of pleasing, relaxing images. These were on all four sides and the door opened through the one of the left of the bed. The ceiling was also a video screen, but it showed only the most tasteful erotic movies - Deep Throat and other 1970's classics, good-quality European porn, carefully-built and immaculately filmed erotica. One of my favourite things in the world. Next to the bed was a lavish, multi-level Chinese tea table made from sandalwood. Hot water streamed steadily through a series of filters, producing a herbal infusion of unparalleled complexity and restorative power. I would need some of that. Lots and lots of marijuana, of course, in an engraved, teakwood box flanked by a big, heavy butane lighter shaped like a naked angel masturbating. Ten large, solid, impeccably constructed joints were ready in a chrome cigarette holder - a mixture of Moroccan, Lebanese, Pakistani and Afghani hashish, Dutch and Thai marijuana, and aromatic Turkish tobacco laced with pure Bolivian cocaine. An opened but full bottle of revolution-era French brandy from Napoleon's own collection completed the scene. That and a PDA with a list of all the girls as I was about to fuck senseless. 

Below the tea instruments was a cupboard, opened by voice command, which contained a full set of erotic massage oils, a cooling lotion to rub on any sore spots, and a range of dildos and vibrators, large and small. I had created a perfect place to have unbelievable amounts of quality sex. I lit the Afghan joint, puffed smoke a the ceiling, drank a little Chinese tea and tapped the PDA to begin.

Each girl would enter through the door, have delicious sex with me, and exit the way the same way. I would take a minute between each visitor to smoke, drink and check out the videos surrounding me, and tap the PDA again to welcome the next girl. I swallowed some more tea, placed my joint in the broad glass ashtray by the bed, and got ready for my first girl. She walked in, naked and stunning and joined me on the bed. Only the most amazing girls would receive more than the basic fuck, and this girl was very, very pretty. Foreplay was going to be brief - this was about coming, for both of us. I kissed her as she straddled and lay on top of me. Her breasts hung within reach of my tongue. I reached behind her, fondled her anus and the seeping entrance to her pussy, and manoeuvred my cock into her. She slid down onto my erection, welcoming me into her body, and we kissed as she established a steady rhythm. I loved watching her breasts sway as she moved, her hips perfectly in time with my upward thrusts. We passed the twenty-thrust mark and I decided to let her have a few more, about fifty, before grabbing her ass, pulling her close and coming inside her. She kissed me beautifully, whispered words of incredible lust and longing, and left through the door, my semen already beginning to run down her thighs.

The second girl was almost as pretty, and a very nice fuck. She lay down and spread her legs for me. I licked her thighs, stomach and vagina for a minute before mounting and penetrating her. Her body was wonderfully soft to lay upon and her breasts were small globes of perfection. I came deeply in her while fingering her anus from beneath. We shared a little of my joint and she walked to the door, waving cutely at me as she left. Some more pot, a quick glass of brandy, a tap on the PDA, and the next girl was kneeling in front of me on the bed. I kissed, licked and sucked her pussy lips before inserting my penis. Her hips were a little lower than me, so I angled upwards, leaning forwards over her, and shot semen into her warm cunt. The next girl was stunning, a tall African girl with a perfect ass. She kneeled, too, while I explored her anus with my tongue and fingers, and smeared lubricating gel on us both before giving her anal sex. She was tight and hot inside. Holding her breasts and tweaking her nipples, I poured come into her bottom as she orgasmed. We shared some tea and hashish and she rubbed soothing cream on my penis before washing it with a moist, warm towel. That felt amazing. She licked it once, kissed me and left.

The next girl straddled me in sixty-nine and devoured my cock expertly. Her pussy was shaved, which I adore for oral sex, and I lapped at her entrance and clit until she came. I was nearing my own orgasm so I brought her up, laid her back, slipped into her pussy and fucked her slowly before coming. The oral had been so wonderful that I licked her vagina for long, enjoyable minutes, feeling the tension of her climaxes around my fingers. She cuddled me, fondled my dick to a new erection, poured me some more tea and made her way out. Girl number forty was amazingly pretty with a perfect figure. We made love for the longest time yet, with me on top, then her on top, then kneeling up together, until I came in her beautiful pussy while we kissed and held each other. I didn't want her to go. We talked and kissed while I got hard again, so I laid her back and fucked her some more. I withdrew, slipped my penis into her mouth and tapped the PDA. The next girl waited until I had enjoyed this girl's mouth and tongue for a while before taking her place. Ready to orgasm almost at once, I eased my erection into her bottom and felt the tightness of a virgin anus. She loved it, coming repeatedly around my cock. My orgasm was enormous. I fell forward onto her and spent long moments caressing her while I felt the muscles throb around my penis. After washing and kissing me, she took the last of my Afghan joint and went.

Time for a little break after sixty girls, about a quarter of the way through. Carrie-Anne popped in with some more joints. "How's it going, lover boy? The girls coming out of here look pretty damned satisfied." She sat on the edge of the bed, watching me in my nakedness as I gained yet another hard erection. She had positioned herself so that her black leather was see-through. Must be deliberate, I thought. 

"Yes, well so am I. We're doing great. I'm having a fantastic time." I lit the Dutch joint and enjoyed a fly-by of the summit of K2 on the big screen in front of me. Carrie took the joint and lay back on the bed with me. 

"There are some gorgeous girls still to come in, you know. I hope you're not too spent already." I laughed, taking the offered joint. 

"Not at all. This tea is working wonders, and I get a raging boner whenever the next girl comes in. I just want to fuck them all forever. They're so young, confident, talented. Amazing." She smiled and stroked me knee. 

"Good boy. You keep it up. The rewards for completing this level are unimaginable". She hopped up and I noticed, for the first time, that it wasn't the angle or the light which was making her clothes transparent. She was naked. "Just unimaginable", she repeated, one hand going to her pussy, emerging slick with juice and slipping into her mouth. I was about to get up and throw her down for the fuck of her life but she disappeared and I was left facing another young goddess. Damn, I was horny now. I threw this girl on the bed instead, provoking a peal of giggles. She landed, bounced, landed again and I was on her and inside her. I gave her a quick, almost brutal fuck, my cock flashing in and out of her while she continued giggling and simpering with pleasure. I grabbed her ass and pushed hard into her, my pubes mingling with hers, my cock erupting once more with boiling semen. She was still giggling and kissing me. What a wonderful girl.

It continued like that. Every girl was different, and amazing in her own way. Some of them I took standing up, even before they reached the bed, either against the wall or bending down in front of me, palms flat on the video screen. Others I cuddled and lifted up, impaling them on my erection and fucking them with their legs wrapped around me. Later on I fucked four girls in a row from behind, in their tight bottoms. The last of these was just extraordinary, a redhead with a beautiful body and a gorgeous smile. I spent half an hour making love to her anus while she furiously masturbated, coming over and over, then finally reaching an incredible orgasm as I shot my load into her ass. I took another break, drinking tea and brandy, and lighting the cocaine joint. She puffed on it with me, took more cocaine from the drugs box, sprinkled it on my penis and sucked it off. I was incredibly hard again and considered giving her a second fuck, but rules are rules. The girl after her received a solid rodding, the coke producing sparkly, immensely pleasurable effects on my cock. My orgasm were stronger and seemed linked to my brain more completely, like my whole mind was having an orgasm. Nice.

Carrie-Anne popped in again after the two-hundredth girl. I was getting a little sore. "No problem, flyboy. Let me deal with it." I'd been hoping she'd say that. She opened the jar of cock-rub and massaged my semi-erect cock, which stood instantly to attention. 

"Only to help out, you understand. No good all these girls coming in here if you can't perform for them." I smiled down at her while she expertly smoothed the cooling cream into my penis. "Its edible and non-toxic", she said, "so you can carry on as you were doing." This was good news.

"You know what I want you to do", I whispered. "Will you do it?" 

She released my cock, stepped back, stood with hands on hips and smiled, "later. I want your cock in me as much as you do. Finish the task and you can have me. And I'm better than any of these girls by a long yard". She dipped her fingers into her pussy again, wet them and drew a circle of glimmering juice around her left nipple. "Just for a taster..." I flew to her, held her and hungrily licked the juice from her skin. It tasted indescribably feminine, arousing, life-affirming. She let me clean the juice from her, suck her nipple and hold her for a moment, before disappearing again. A tall, slender girl appeared instead and sat quickly on my raging erection, hardly coming once before I climaxed in her. With the cocaine, Carrie's flirtation and the heavenly softness of this girl's cunt, it was a monstrous orgasm. My balls seemed to have incredible powers, never failing to produce a tidal wave of come into each girl. Once more, coming into a tight, young pussy, my cock's white juices overflowed down my shaft onto my pubes and trickled into my navel. The girl leaned forward to kiss me and we held each other until I stopped shaking.

The last ten girls were lecturers, all under thirty and all very attractive. I spent the most time with a short, cute, dark girl who wanted to play with the vibrators. I had one in her ass, a thick, black dildo in her pussy and my penis in her mouth while she came repeatedly. I handled the dildo, shafting in and out of her. She held my pulsating balls with one hand and the anal vibrator with the other. I've never seen a girl come more. When I couldn't wait any more, I slid the dildo out of her and replaced it with my engorged cock which soon coated her womb with semen. We lay, exhausted, for a moment before some more tea and half a Lebanese joint sorted me out. This was getting intense. 

Two girls later was the last of the day, a stunningly attractive lecturer of twenty-six with flowing dark-brown hair, beautifully smiling blue eyes and the body of Venus. I was speechless. I think I recognised her from peeking into the library earlier - the archaeology tutor - but now she was naked, smiling at me with an easiness which was utterly disarming. The word "love" appeared in my mind for the first time today. I couldn't believe how pretty she was. Delicious, pert breasts with light-red, suckable nipples. A perfect, flat stomach which led, tongue-stroke by tongue-stroke, to an unadorned temple to femininity between her legs. Her pussy was the prettiest I had ever seen. Her little clit bulged temptingly at the crest, while her lips were pink, engorged and incredibly inviting. Much as I couldn't wait to have her, I wanted to enjoy every inch of her first. I licked her and tasted the sweetness of her skin. All over, my tongue snaked, darted, flickered, explored, soothed, excited, aroused and satisfied this amazing girl. When I finally reached the open wetness of her pussy, my lust formed an excited knot in my chest. "Make her wait", an invisible Carrie was whispering. "Keep her guessing. She'll love it, and so will you. Last girl of the day. And the prettiest, I think you'll agree." I did.

I took ten minutes tasting the soft skin around her pubis, tonguing and kissing from her navel to just above her clit, from her inner thigh to just outside her pussy lips, from the mysteriously beautiful darkness of her anus to the wet outer rim of her entrance. Then I did it. She came loudly as I thrust my tongue into her vagina. Twenty minutes of intense pussy-kissing, clit-sucking and deft masturbation later, she had come twenty-two times. Just to make sure it was possible. Then I lay on her, kissed her and slipped my unbelievable hardness into her. We made love like a couple who'd known and adored each other for years. This was more than sex. It was a fusion of minds, bodies, futures, desires, lusts. When I pushed hard into her, our bodies seemed to melt together. When I kissed her, it was a communication as lucid as the most amorous sentence, more expressive than a laureate's love letter. And when we came in unison, our atoms mixed, cavorted, danced. Her pussy cuddled my penis, massaging every inch of me, while I poured torrent after torrent of thick, hot sperm inside her. We pressed our foreheads together, breathed together, cuddled closely and whispered those things I've always wanted to know how to say. I was on the verge of tears. I could never withdraw. Carrie, clothed now in her black, approached us and kissed us both. 

"I think you've found what you've been looking for, babe." 

Gazing at my new lover, I smiled and her eyes met mine. They were glittering. "Yes, I have." I kissed her as we smiled together. 

"What's your name, angel?"



Dreams Ch. 03



***Sorry my dear readers. I had to redo this chapter. I hope you like the additions. Chapter 4 is coming soon. As always, thanks for the feedback!*** ~Lioness

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Half a dozen thoughts race through my mind as I let the warm jets of water from the shower help relax my mind and body. I stand with my back to shower and lower my head; water runs off my neck and shoulders easing some of the tension from my muscles.

Lost in my thoughts, I do not notice the water starting to turn cold. The cooler drops bring me out of my thoughts. I turn the water off, step out of the shower and dry off. I walk to the closet and stand there naked for a few minutes. It seems silly, but I am having trouble deciding what to wear. The other ladies at the library were going to be very interested in what goes on between Lucas and me this week. They all think he is hotter than cayenne pepper and I am the only single lady in the library. I do not want to attract any unnecessary attention. 

I stand in the closet for about five minutes before deciding on an outfit. I choose a black and white wrap around shirt and wide leg black pants. Once dressed however, I notice a problem. The wrap around shirt shows too much cleavage. I pull out a red camisole and put it on underneath. Better. I am way early for work, but leave my apartment anyway. Every minute is precious to me right now. I need time to get my head together.

Sara and Joe are behind the counter as I enter the café. Joe and a student hire are busy taking orders. Sara takes longer than usual with my coffee. She slides it down the far end of the bar and looks at me raising an eyebrow. I take the bait and join her. "Something is going on, but I'm not quite sure what bebe." Sara takes on that motherly tone I know so well. "You can keep it to yourself for now cause I can see that whatever it is, you're still chewing it over and I know you'll come talk to me when you're ready."

I don't say anything but the barest of smiles escapes my lips. I give her a reassuring nod, take the coffee she holds out to me and head off to work. 

It's 7:45. I am the first one at work. I know I will have at least 30 minutes to myself before Em shows up. 

I turn on the lights to the main floor as I make my way up to my office. I unlock my office door and turn on the light. My focus goes immediately to the table near the door. There is a box sitting on the table. I do not remember it being there when I left yesterday. Matt must have slipped it in before he left yesterday. Besides Pittman and our bookkeeper, he is the only one who has keys to my office. 

I set my purse in a chair and turn on my computer. I check email and phone messages. I log into my catalogue program. I stall a little more but my attention is on that box. Unable to resist, I walk over and lean in one of the chairs at the table to get started. The box is rather tall so I can't sit comfortably and work. All the items look the same as they did yesterday. None have been disturbed. I lift the top book out of the box and carefully removed the packing paper. This book is old, but in remarkably good shape for its age. 

It is large, thin and full of pictures. Each page has been laminated to protect the photos. Carefully turning each page, I have to guess that some of these photographs are at least a hundred years old. One is of a man in full war dress standing straight and tall in front of a village. The date at the bottom confirms its age: 1868. Another is of a little girl standing alone in front of a large building. Her eyes are huge. She looks into the camera as if trying to send out a cry of help to the people who will eventually view this picture. The handwritten caption below reads "Maya; age 7, 1901."

As I make my way through the rest of the book, the pictures become more recent. A picture toward the end of the book stops me cold. It's a picture of Lucas. He is sitting on the porch of a house in a pair of blue jeans. His feet and chest are bare. He is not facing the camera but looking down. He has a camera in his hands. It's an old-fashioned Raleigh. He appears to be cleaning it. There are camera attachments on the table next to him. The look in his eyes is focused completely on what he is doing and seems to be completely unaware of the person taking this picture. I study the face again. Lucas. 

Noise from downstairs pulls me from my thoughts. I look up at the clock and realize it is just after 9:00. Time to focus. I mentally kick myself, turn the page and start going through the other books. 

****

I never hear him enter my office. I am on the floor with my back up against the wall. My legs are crossed and I have a book in my lap. I jump when I hear him clear his throat. He is leaning against the door jamb looking down at me. I notice the jeans and t-shirt first then my eyes finally focus on his face. He has a bemused expression on his face and a glance at the clock tells me why. It's half past noon.

"Shit!" I groan and place the book carefully on the table above me. Lucas chuckles and reaches a hand out to me. I grab it and allow him to help pull me up. I attempt to straighten my pants, which are wrinkled from being on the floor so long. My foot tingles from being half asleep and I hobble awkwardly to my desk. I check the computer screen and glance at my phone. No emails. No voicemails.

"I guess no one has missed me." I mutter under my breath. I'm already self-conscious noticing that he is watching my every move.

"I think your boss is out today. I went to his office when I thought yours was empty. I didn't expect to find you on the floor." He is smiling again. I have to remember to breathe.

"The chair was getting kind of stiff. I didn't realize the time. I got lucky today." My next thought is interrupted by my stomach growling. Lucas laughs.

"I think the entire library just heard that, so let's go."

I look up certain I heard wrong. "Go?"

He pulls his keys out of his pocket. "I'm taking you to lunch. Come on."

Lunch? With Lucas? Alone?

Damn it, I've forgotten how to breathe again! Damn it Angie get a grip. It's just a lunch. A working lunch. You've done this with colleagues before and that is who he is. Just a colleague. I manage a verbal commitment, and fumbling for my purse, follow. He waits until I shut my office door behind me and follows me down the stairs. I try to ignore the look from Em as I head for the front door. I know the other ladies are spying from various corners of the stacks. I'll deal with that later.

It's warm outside. Spring is leaving and summer is well on its way. It's not really humid yet, but it's nice enough to make me smile and forget how hot, humid and miserable the middle of summer will be. I follow Lucas to the parking lot and climb into his car after he opens the door for me. He climbs in and starts the engine. It does not occur to me to ask where we are going as he has navigates the black Jeep Cherokee down Rampart Street. 

"So, how far have you gotten through the anthologies?" he never takes his eyes off the road. There was comfort in talking to him without having him look at me. "I was in the middle of the third book. Maya's story." I look at his profile as I answer. 

"Her story is amazing. It's probably one of the better detailed ones. She wrote it herself between the ages of 12-20." he keeps his eyes on the road.

I think back to where I left off in her story. Maya was taken to a Native American Boarding School when she was nine years old. I am in the middle of her teenage years. Her time at the school is causing a rift between herself, her family and her tribe. 

In the back of my mind I am thinking her story would be a good basis for a novel.

Lucas begins to tell me other stories that are not in any of the anthologies. Most he was told as a child. I'm so caught up in the stories that I do not realize that we are out of the city. I finally notice as the Jeep pulls into a long driveway. It's another quarter mile before I realize where we are. It's the house from the picture. The same porch I was staring at not more than four hours ago in the first book of pictures is right in front of us. An old man sits on it now and looks up as the Jeep pulls to stop.

The house is set in the middle of a clearing. There are so many trees around the house, that I can only describe it as small forest. The building itself is a one-story brick structure with large windows. The long porch only takes up half of the length of the house. 

I get out and silently follow Lucas across the dirt drive and up the steps to the old man. A golden retriever greets Lucas for a moment then turns its attention to me. The dog licks my hand and sits next to me at the top of the steps. Lucas greets the old man with a firm hug and puts his hand on the old man's shoulder as he turns to face me.

"Grandfather, this is Angela." He smiles as he introduces me. The old man smiles and laughs as he looks at his dog. "The dog approves. Kai likes you. She does not take to strangers easily." Ben surprises me. He is easily 60 years old, but his eyes still sparkle with the mischief of a 20 year old. His long gray hair is still thick and he stands tall and straight easily matching Lucas' tall frame. His smile is infectious and I find myself smiling every time he does. This is the man who has sold the anthologies to library. 

He moves across the porch and takes my hand. I expect a handshake but he looks at the top of my hand for a moment then turns it over and runs a finger across the lines on my palm. 

He looks at me and smiles again. "Welcome Angela. It is good you are here. You can call me Ben." He takes my arm and leads me inside. Kai whines for a moment, but stays outside. She finally settles on the porch.

For the next hour, I feel like I am in another world. Instead of feeling lost and confused, however, I feel right at home. Ben's home is familiar to me even though I have never been here. I watch the rapport between Lucas and Ben over lunch. It is clear they have a strong bond. Ben never excludes me from the conversation and I find myself responding to him with an ease I'd forgotten I possessed. I tell him about being raised by my grandmother and how ended up working Library Science. I even tell him about my aspiration to write. Lucas listens without interruption. Something about Ben makes me feel at ease and I am neither shy nor embarrassed at anything we discuss.

I am reluctant to leave when it is time to go back. I give Ben a hug before getting into the Jeep. I am grateful to the man whose has gotten me to open up so easily. I hope silently to myself that it is not our last encounter as Lucas guides the Jeep down the drive away from the house.

I roll the window down and lean against the window looking up at the sky as we make our way back to the main road.

****

Lucas dropped me off outside the Library a little after 4:00pm. I was alone for 10 minutes after sneaking back into my office to start closing down for the day before being verbally assaulted by Em for not "dishing" the second I walked through the door. Round two came from Matt, who played concerned big brother worrying about his kid sister who disappeared for four whole hours. Never mind the fact that I am older than him. I wasn't exactly rude, but I was not forthcoming either. I simply told them I had a working lunch with Lucas so most of the talk was about work. Not exactly a lie, but I want to keep the rest of it to myself for a while. I'm not sure why.

As I toss and turn letting my thoughts on the day interfere with much needed sleep, I still wonder how to handle things. So far, being around Lucas is easier than I thought it would be. Once I slow my breathing to a few notches below hyperventilation, I am actually quite calm in his presence. I find him to be incredibly easy to be around despite my stomach doing cartwheels. 

I finally feel my eyelids growing heavier and a glance at the clock tells me it is after eleven. For once, I am not anxious as I feel myself being pulled to sleep. I think of the house. I think of Ben and the dog sitting on the porch waiting for us to return. Most of all I think if Lucas and the next couple of days to come.

****

The fog is so thick that I can barely see between the trees. It's the middle of the night and there is light from the full moon. The yellow glow adds to the haze as I try to get my bearings. A dog howls in the distance and goose bumps pebble the skin on my arms, travel up my neck then down my back. 

"If you are not careful, you can lose your way." I hear Lucas' voice through the fog. The direction is unclear. The fog makes it impossible to tell the origin of sound or light. It is so dense; moisture is forming on my skin. 

"I lost my way a long time ago." I whisper half to myself. I feel something warm against my back. It's a stark contrast to the cool mist.

"You can always find your way back." I feel his hot breath against my ear. I feel myself moisten. His hands run slowly up and down my arms, soothing the goose bumps and bringing heat to the cool surface of my skin. A gush of wetness begins soaking my underwear. 

I turn in his arms and look up into his eyes for a moment. I cannot wait this time. I reach for his face and pull his mouth to mine. This kiss is hard and hungry. I know what I want and there is a raw hunger in my need. There is no hesitation this time. The urgency is both ends. We tear at each other's clothes. Our hands and mouths constantly touch, implore and feast on each other. I sink to my knees and pull him down with me. 

"I need you now." I whisper hotly into his ear. I reach for his hard length. He is ready for me. His laugh is soft and gentle.

I push him back all the way and move to straddle him. My pussy is so wet I am dripping as I position myself above him. I take his hard length into me in one stroke. When he bottoms out, I cry out and throw my head back. Tears of satisfaction well up in my eyes as I begin to move. Desire fuels me as I pick up the pace. His hands are on my hips and steady me, encouraging me to ride him out. My legs begin to burn. My feet are rubbed raw as I grind against Lucas and the hard earth. The pain doesn't matter. The only sensation my brain registers is the intense pleasure building from his hard cock as I take him into me again and again. 

I rise and fall harder and faster until I feel myself beginning to explode. My cries of pleasure are swallowed by the surrounding fog. I begin to shake. As I lose control, he takes over and begins to thrust into me, fucking me right through my orgasm. I throw my head and howl. Tears run down my cheeks as pain and pleasure are not longer distinguishable. I quickly crest to another orgasm that is followed by his. I feel the pinch of his fingers as he growls digging his fingers into my hips. He buries himself deep inside me and gives into his release. I collapse onto his chest and lay there for a long time not able to move and struggling to breathe. Smaller tremors shake my body every few seconds. Lucas strokes my back. He is still inside of me. His breathing is harsh and he takes as long as I do to recover. Small orgasmic quakes are still shaking me every few seconds, but my breathing is beginning to slow.

"Am I going crazy?" I ask the question to myself as much as I am asking him. "No." He strokes my bare back. "You are finally waking up."

**** I am slow to open my eyes the next morning. It takes me a minute to realize why my room looks so different. I push myself out from under the covers and realize that I am soaking wet. Last night's dream comes back with full force. I shudder when I recall it and can almost feel the orgasm again. My t-shirt and shorts are damp with sweat. The sun is shining through the blinds creating strips of light on the bed. The sun? The realization of why my room looks different sets an alarm off in my head and I look at the clock by my bed. 8:15.

"Oh shit!" I roll out of bed and stumble in the bathroom. 

Forty-five minutes later, I am on my way to work. I'm already late so a trip to Café du Jour is on my list this morning. I'm in and out in 3 minutes, telling Sara I'm running late and will stop in earlier tomorrow.

At 9:25, I am sneaking in the back door trying to figure out a way to not get caught. Deciding that sneaking in is going to look a lot worse; I straighten up and walk into the lobby.

To my astonishment, no one notices. The desk is busy and no one glances my way as I walk past and make my way up the stairs. Pittman's office door is shut. The lights are on so I know he is here. One look at the bookkeeper's closed office door and dark windows tells me she is not in today. I make my way up to my office and shut my door behind me. I normally do not close my office door, but today I need the peace and quiet. The red message light on my office phone is on. I set my purse down, turn on the computer and pick up the phone. Receiver in hand, I push the message button and listen as I boot up my computer. There is only one message and it was left 20 minutes ago. I recognize Lucas' voice as the message begins. 

"Hey, I hope this message gets to you in time. I'm running late and will be by around one this afternoon." 

I feel disappointed but shrug it off and get to work.

Losing track of time, I work right through lunch...again. I am so focused; I do not notice Matt sneaking into my office. I jump when he finally speaks.

"I don't know if you've lost track of time like me, but you stomach hasn't. I can hear that thing growling through the wall. Come on, time for lunch."

Five minutes later, Matt and I are in the break room fixing our lunches. I tell him about yesterday, meeting Lucas' grandfather, staying for lunch and the message on my machine this morning.

Matt smirks and he takes his lunch out of the microwave. "So, you met the family huh?"

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, it was only his grandfather." I put my food in the microwave and sit down.

Matt looks at me for almost a minute before speaking. The amused expression on his face turns to astonishment. The he finally laughs.

"What?" I whine, annoyed at this point.

"You really have been out of dating pool for too long."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The man likes you."

"No. No, this is nothing more than a professional relationship between two people." I realize that sounds lame even as I say it. "Okay, fine smartass. Let's say you're right. What exactly am I supposed to do about it?"

"Do about what?" Emily stands in the doorway a moment before heading over to the fridge. 

Matt fills her in on our conversation.

Emily laughs when he finishes. "You don't know what to do? Are you serious? It's called jump on the man the first chance you get and fuck his brains out."

Em takes a swig of water and continues.

"Okay maybe not the first chance you get but he sounds like he wants to get to know you and maybe not just for the sake of work." Em has joined us at the table by now. "Maybe nothing will come of it but maybe it's time you take a chance. It's been three years Angie. You can't hide forever."

After lunch, I walk back up to my office. At the top of the landing, I see Lucas coming in through the front door by the circulation desk. Em comes out of the break room and somehow manages to greet him before Ms. Mitchell (who's already at the circulation desk) can even get out of her chair. I head to my office knowing Em will make sure he finds his way up here.

Three hours later my neck is stiff and my back hurts. Lucas and I are both on the floor. There was not enough room on the table to spread everything out so we ended up needing floor space. The first priority of the afternoon was to start working on a glossary and index for each book. This was a challenge in and of itself and we soon found we had bitten off more than we could chew for one day's work.




Dreams Ch. 03



"This is going to take at least two more days." I sigh and rest on my haunches stretching my neck. "What's your schedule like this week?"

Lucas is on the other side of our mess sitting cross legged with a book on his lap.

"I have class on Tuesday and Thursday evenings so I can be here in the mornings and all day on Friday."

"What kind of class?" I shift to get feeling back in my legs.

"I teach Introduction to Native American Studies at the university."

I raise my eyebrows and smile. "A professor? My mother was a teacher. High school though, not college." I quickly change the subject. "So we have tomorrow morning and Friday. I think that will work."

Lucas frowns for a second as if he knows I have deliberately changed the subject. The frown leaves his face as quickly as it appeared. "We should be finished with this by the end of the week. What else needs to be done?"

I tell him we still need to bind the cover of each book and code them for the catalogue program. After they're scanned we're done.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"

The question catches me off guard. "Tomorrow? Nothing. Why?

"I'm picking you up from work." He checks his watch. "Is it okay if we stop for the day? I've have a stop to make."

I shake my head. "No problem." I move to stand but I'm confused. "Why are you picking me up? What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Let me help you organize this mess before I abandon you."

We do a quick clean up dividing our work into two piles on the table. One pile for finished. The other stack will have to wait until tomorrow. 

Lucas grabs his jacket off the back of a chair. "I'll see you at 5:00?" 

I can tell he is not going to answer my question and furrow my eyebrows suspiciously. "Okay."

I stand in the doorway of my office watching him leave.

****

I am back in the forest. The gazebo shields me from the rain and the sound of thunder booms in the distance. The drops are falling at a steady pace, but my attention is not on the trees. There is a light on in one of the downstairs rooms of the house. It stops raining just as I make up my mind to go inside. The sound of thunder is a memory as the sun bursts through the clouds. I know he is inside waiting for me. The grass is cool against my bare feet as I make my way across the yard and into the house. The back door is unlocked and I let myself in. The light is coming from a room to my left. The living room has dark cherry hard wood floors. I make my way around various pieces of furniture and head to down the hall to my left. A door is open at the end of the hall. My breathing is even but deeper as I stand at the doorway. The room is empty.

"You smell nice." I hear his voice and feel his breath on the back of my neck. I close my eyes and inhale the scent of him.

"So do you. You smell like sandalwood." I inhale again. The smell calms me, but my heart starts beating faster when I feel his arms around me. I walk forward with him as we move into the room. It's an office. There is a desk by the far wall and pictures hanging above it. One picture in particular catches my eye. It's the picture of Lucas sitting on Ben's porch fixing the camera. There are others. Some are photographs and others are paintings. 

There is a couch to the right and that is where I head, pulling Lucas with me. Once my knees touched the couch, I turned in his arms and pull his head down to mine in a hard kiss. We begin tearing at each other's clothes, the pieces tossed on the floor. Lucas moves his hand to my center but I push his hand away. I kiss him again then slide down until I am sitting on the couch in front of him. I reach for his cock, loving the way it responds to my touch. I hear his sharp intake of breath as I begin to stroke, lick and kiss him. He is almost growling when I slide him into my mouth and message his balls. I know it is taking every effort to stay on his feet as I slide him in and out of my mouth slowly and as deeply as I can. I love the way he tastes and imagine him coming in my mouth, swallowing everything he can give me. 

When he can't take it anymore, he pulls me up by the arms and lays me back on the couch. One breast at a time, he licks, sucks, bites and teases me until I can't think straight. His kisses move lower down my stomach and make me squirm. He plays with my curls and takes his time moving to my center. By the time his tongue finds my clit, I am almost out of my mind. Looking down at him between my legs is enough to make me come. I start undulating and he grabs the underside of my legs and squeezes my ass. In the middle of my orgasm, he suddenly pulls away. Before I can protest, I feel the heat of his cock pressing against me and he is inside me in one stroke. Usually slow, Lucas's strokes are hard and fast. I am brought to the brink again and can feel myself tighten around him. Grabbing his arms, I throw my head back and half scream half growl when my orgasm hits. He barely gives me time to recover before he begins again, much slower this time at an achingly slow pace that make me wiggle and squeal. I thrust back trying to get him to pick up the speed, but he stays in control. He slides all the way into me and brings my legs up over his shoulders. Holding himself still, he beings to rub my clit. I am whimpering in earnest now as I give into another orgasm. My pussy contracts around his cock and I hear him groan but he had not come yet.

We are both dripping in sweat and before he can collect himself, I slide out from under him and push him against the far wall. Dropping to me knees, I again take him into my mouth. I can taste myself on him and want him to come so bad, I am mewling as I use my tongue and teeth to bring him to the edge. I can feel his hands on my face and in my hair as I continue to take him in my mouth again and again faster and faster. I message his balls. When I feel them tighten, I do not stop. He shouts when he comes in mouth and I swallow cum even as I continue stroking him with my mouth and hands. I swallow everything he has and only stop when I know he has nothing left. When I finally look up at him, he is sliding down the wall and reaching for me. His kiss is crushing. I can't breathe and I don't care.

Later, we are both lying on the floor, me atop him, still too tired to move. "This can't be real." I whisper, my head buried in his chest. I listen to his heartbeat. He chuckles, "It can be very real if you want it to be."

I look up into his eyes. "I want this to be real more than I've wanted anything in a long time. I don't know how to make this real. I feel like I've been living in a fog for years."

He tilts my chin back and kisses me softly on the mouth. "You already know what to do. You just won't admit it." As I kiss him back, a movement against my hand catches my attention. I look down at my hand resting next to his cock and notice he is getting hard.

"Again?" I sit up surprised and excited. He takes me in his arms.



Dreams Ch. 03



For your improved enjoyment, please read the previous chapter before starting this one. This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Enjoy.

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of -- Chapter 3

The house at Niland Springs was magnificent. Several obvious additions had been made over the years to the original contemporary home. The place was well built and had been maintained by someone that really knew what they were doing. Nothing needed to be done to the house, and even the decorating was simple and tasteful.

The owners, Greg and Linda White, were retiring to the Sun Belt and wanted to cash out of this home so they could afford to buy down south and have some of their capital in more liquid form. The two of them escorted the six of us through the home, pointing out the many niceties of the residence. I think there were a little confused as to why six of us were looking at their home.

There were three master suites and four other bedrooms. Each suite had a bathroom, and four other bathrooms were scattered around the house. The basement housed a huge playroom and separate home theater and exercise rooms. I noted that both Greg and Linda were in great physical shape for their ages. Greg had build a large bar-b-que for outdoor grilling. A pool commanded the backyard, along with a spa, and an expanse of grass that invited play and relaxation. Beyond the grass, a small pond capped off the view. The place was gorgeous.

Each of us loved the house. We whispered our approvals as we went from room to room, and saw all the possibilities for us. We wanted this house; it was perfect for us.

In spite of the cool temperatures, the eight of us sat in the backyard for a while and talked with the Whites about their house, the neighborhood, schools, and things like that. They were a likeable couple that I wished had been in my circle of friends years earlier.

A breeze came up and Linda suggested we move inside for tea. Greg took the guys on a tour of the basement, the utilities, and the five acres the house sat on. Linda took Mar, Beth, and I for an in depth look at the kitchen. I sensed Linda had something on her mind.

After Linda seated us on stools at the kitchen counter and had served tea, she asked us, "Do you six plan to live together? Are you living together now?"

The directness of her question caught us all by surprise. 

I blurted out, "Yes, we will live together. No, we don't live together now. We gather at Tom's apartment on weekends when we can just be ourselves. It's the largest place any of us have."

She bluntly asked, "Do you all have sex together?"

I answered again, "Yes. We're all in love -- with each other. It's special -- very special."

There was a long silence as Linda digested my reply. I expected a severe judgment and rebuke, particularly from someone in their fifties or early sixties. 

Instead, Linda said, "Oh, I wish Greg and I could join with you. Our family has all moved away or they've forgotten us. Our son, Tom's friend, only comes by once every couple of months. We're still vital, just not to them. I guess we're paying the price for being busy parents when they were growing up. We both want to find some meaningful ... really meaningful and loving relationships." Tears rolled down each cheek.

On impulse I rose and went to Linda. She was shorter than I am, and that made hugging her an easy task. As my arms embraced her, I felt Beth and Mar join me. Linda started to sob against my chest. I kissed her, and we all hugged her tightly.

We held her for perhaps three or four minutes until she got her sadness under control. She dried her eyes on her apron and scurried us back to our seats. She poured us more tea.

There was a long silence. Greg, Tom, Peter, and Dave stood in the doorway to the kitchen. They'd been listening to the conversation. Greg had tears running down his cheeks too; he moved to his wife and hugged her. 

Beth asked softly, "How long have you lived here?"

Linda said in a jerky voice, "Thirty years. We build the original house and all the additions. We put a lot of sweat equity into it."

Mar said in a low tone of sympathy, "It means a lot to you ... you hate to move away?"

"Oh, dear, yes, but we need some of the cash from the sale for our retirement."

On impulse I said, "What if you became part of our family? What if you could come back to this home -- your home -- any time you wanted? It'll be different; I mean we'll all live here, but we could always make a place for you here -- not just to visit but to stay for a long time if you want. Would that be too weird for you?"

Tom nodded to me and smiled. He moved to my side and gave me a hug. Mar moved to his other side and under his arm. Dave and Peter moved to Beth. I thought of the tableau we formed -- six lovers.

Greg said in a low voice, "And you'll change the house to meet your needs?" I couldn't tell whether it was a statement or a question.

Tom answered carefully, "Honestly, yes. We'll eventually do our own decorating, and maybe an addition or dormer over the four-car garage. We might even enlarge our family -- children or other people dear to us that join our family -- our commune."

Greg nodded his head vigorously in a positive way. He said, "I want you all to have this place, and I may be kooky, but Linda and I both want to be part of your family. If there's an initiation, tell us what we have to do. We'll pull our weight even though we'll be in Florida a good part of the year. We'll work something out on the price." He came and hugged Tom and me, and then each of the others.

I announced, "Welcome to our family -- and now we have a home."

*

We closed on the house ninety days later. The price was right, we raised enough equity for a significant down payment, and buying the house provoked all kinds of interesting situations for us.

Josh, my brother, became pivotal in our purchase for a while, plus it gave him an excuse to come to the city and make love to his sister -- not that he needed an excuse any longer. Through me, Josh also got introduced to and subsequently made love to Beth and Mar. As we explained what we were doing, Josh stated his desire to join the family. The guys liked him and he made a good impression. He was in. He immediately started to take the steps to transfer to the local office of his law firm, something he thought was eminently doable.

Josh worked with us and a local lawyer to set up a limited liability corporation that would buy and own the property. We looked at other forms of ownership, but things got complicated, particularly if we realistically built in the fact that someone might want to withdraw from the family sometime.

Each of us would get an initial share in the corporation based on what we put into the purchase of the house, and semi-annually there'd be an accounting based on the contributions towards the mortgage and maintenance reserves, and the share holdings adjusted accordingly. We'd all be shareholders in the corporation, and, with some fancy tax work, be able to write-off the equivalent of our annual contributions from our income.

Josh got us premium lending rates for the purchase by our corporation. What with real estate prices at a low ebb, we got a good price based on several separate valuations. We over compensated the Whites with shares in the company since they contributed so many extras to go with the house. By agreement, until they figured out how much time they'd be away from the area, they wouldn't contribute to the routine maintenance or expenses except when they were actually living with us.

We formed a partnership for the actual running of the house and the day-to-day expenses. Everyone contributed an equal amount. I was please that I had left more money than I did when I rented the apartment in the city. We all brought furniture, and at Tom's insistence we each labeled our pieces with our initials so it could be easily culled out if we dropped out of our circle.

All the real estate, company, partnership, and legal talk took some of the romance out of the new relationships we'd formed. We had long discussions about pre-nups and leaving, and it made the dissolution of the family seem all too real for us. I was glad when all those things got signed and sealed away, and we could get back to living.

Living, love, and romance came back when we moved into the house.

Dave, Mar and I were the first to move in on a beautiful spring day. The Whites hadn't even moved out, but they had packed most of their things, keeping just enough around for the house to be functional. The garages were full and waiting for the moving vans. They were commuting up and down to Florida's Gulf Coast too as they bought a new home down there.

All nine of us helped us the three of us move.

We numbered the bedrooms A, B, and C for the master suites, and W, X, Y, and Z for the smaller guest bedrooms, most of which shared bathrooms. The Whites continued to use A for the time being, and Dave, Mar and I moved into B, using a lot of my furniture. Mar put her bed and things in W, and, for now, Dave took Y. 

All this made us realize that we had never had a discussion about where we'd sleep -- who'd be with whom, how would we actually live together.

Those discussions went on for weeks starting the day the three of us moved in. Event the Whites sat in on some of the discussions that weren't so much about sex, but the fact that we all wanted to be with each other in various combinations. 

Again, I watched the older couple for some sign of rebuke, but there was none. They really did want us to be happy and enjoy their home and seemed to care little that we were having sexual relations with each other. I thought they might be getting off on the discussions.

Two interesting things happened that changed the dynamic shortly after one of our discussions.

First, Josh came to stay at the house with us just after Mar, Dave, and I had moved in. He was still trying to relocate to the local office. Just before he got home one day, the three of us had been amorous and had started to have sex -- two girls on one guy. 

Josh walked in on us. We were in the living room in the middle of the carpet with a duvet spread out for comfort. Mar was impaled on Dave's cock and I was sitting on Dave's face. I saw him, but was so close to an orgasm I could barely respond. My eyes were just slits as I savored the pleasure Dave was giving me.

Josh said tentatively, "Should I go away and come back, or can anyone join this party?"

I said, "Anyone. Come fuck me. Fuck all of us."

Mar looked at me with a happy expression on her face. She said to me, "Can he fuck me after he fucks you. I'd love to be closer to Josh."

Josh was naked in seconds. I dismounted from Dave's face, and seconds later Josh had his face buried in my pussy as I sat on the sofa with my pussy hanging out over the edge of the cushion. He did have a magic tongue, and in seconds he propelled me right back to that wonderful place Dave had me -- about to have an orgasm. I did.

As I came down, I pulled Josh onto the sofa next to me and enveloped his long cock with my mouth. I'd become quite adept at blowjobs -- we were all learning from each other. I massaged Josh's sack as I oscillated up and down on his rigid shaft, slavering over the rod, and even deep throating him every now and then. I had him groaning in seconds.

In front of Josh, not only was his sister giving him the blowjob of his life, but his sister's best friends were fucking for all they were worth. Mar was stretched out on her back, and Dave knelt in front of her pounding into her pussy with his long stick. Mar's huge breasts swayed, rotated, and undulated with each stroke Dave took. They were an erotic site and a sex show beyond description. 

Mar and Dave came in an explosion of passion, their words of love for one another audible for all. I was touched by their love, but driven in my mission to bring pleasure to my brother.

"Ariel, I'm very near ... I can't hold off if you keep doing that ... and Mar and Dave are so sexy ... was she serious about her and me ... oh fuck ... Ariel ... I love you."

Josh exploded his seed into my throat. It was a first. When we'd made love before, he'd always finished in my vagina. He kept repeating, "Oh fuck, Oh Ariel, Oh fuck, Oh Ariel, ..." as he discharged jet after jet into my mouth.

When Josh had finally stopped I opened my mouth to show him I had captured all of his juice.

Mar scrambled up from the floor and knee-walked over to me. "Share!" She ordered.

Mar and I kissed. Just like with the liqueurs, I penetrated her mouth with my tongue and jetted some of Josh's cum into Mar's mouth. She hummed into me to show she liked what she was getting and tasting. I swallowed some, but we swapped the cum back and forth between us. After a moment, we both swallowed.

"THAT is so hot," Josh said. "I've heard of snowballing but never actually seen it done."

Dave agreed. He said, "Sorry Josh, I've left you sloppy seconds."

I said, "That pussy may not be so sloppy in a second." I pushed Mar back and went down on her. A trickle of Dave's cum was seeping from her vagina. I lapped up the emissions and with Mar's help she expressed even more into my mouth. When no more was coming out, I moved up and the two of us snowballed Dave's cum for a while.

When we swallowed and looked up again, both Josh and Dave were hard as rocks. 

Mar slithered up Josh's body, tongue touching every place she could, including his erect cock, until she straddled him. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since I met you two years ago. I am so glad you're going to be part of this family. I hope you have a lot of stamina, because I am going to fuck your ever lovin' brains out whenever I see you."

With that, Mar dropped her cunt down on Josh's cock. Both of them shrieked with joy and sexual pleasure. Mar went to town on him, riding him as hard and as fast as she could. Her breasts were swaying right in Josh's face; he grabbed hold of one and latched onto the nipple and areola with his mouth.

Dave, ever the lover of unusual sexual positions, started with me in the doggie position, then flipped us onto our sides and came into my pussy from behind. He liked this one, and kept at it for a while. I liked it because I got clitoral stimulation and Josh could look down and see Dave's cock thrusting in and out of his sister.

None of us lasted long. The sex shows were 'X' rated. I came first, in part because I felt a empathetic fuck from my brother and Mar, along with Dave's masterful fuck. Dave, of course, followed. When I cum my vagina goes into spasms that make it hard for my partner to ignore. 

Hearing and seeing us beside her, Mar came next. Her vaginal spasms also seemed irresistible to Josh who jetted his semen again, this time into her well used cunt.

There was a long silence as we each savored the afterglows of our orgasms, and then only the words of love and appreciation we cooed to our partners. 

I cleaned up Josh's cock and Mar's pussy. She cleaned Dave's rod and my love nest. We didn't do the cum swap show again, yet I know both Mar and I enjoyed the clean-up process. 

The four of us sort of dressed again, got glasses of wine, and then went about fixing dinner. 

At one point, I told Josh, "Now you're an official member of the family. For a while I thought we were going to have some members with limited sexual rights. No one ever said it, I just thought it was going to work out that way."

Dave reminded me about the Whites: "Won't they be non-sexual members of the family?"

I thought a minute, shot Mar a sly smile and she returned the same look. I said, "Not if Mar and I have anything to do about it."

*

Beth and Peter moved into the house a month after Josh did. Tom was waiting until he sold his condo; Josh had advised him to keep it furnished so that it would show better to prospective buyers.

As the warm weather set in and the daylight hours lengthened, I got in the habit of rising early and getting to work well before the normal start of the workday at nine o'clock. I thought I might have company since the original six of us all worked at the same firm, but after trying the regime only Beth adapted. Thus, she and I carpooled together from the new house to work, sometimes arriving as early as six o'clock. We'd take turns driving -- in minimal traffic, I might add -- and the other one would nap.

The upside to this was that we could leave work in the early afternoon, and feel like we had a good share of the day to ourselves and anyone else that wanted to join us. Evenings, when everyone got back to the house, were a buzz with dinner and usually some romantic coupling of some sort.

Tom had moved a lot of his personal things to the house and slept over there many days. Mar left some things at his condo. Some nights the two of them would 'shack up' at his place for some serious fucking -- her term, not mine. None of us minded as long as they were happy.

One warm sunny day after coming home from work, Beth and I took a nude swim in the pool and then started to make love to each other on one of the large loungers around the pool. 

We were both taking our time with each other, and certainly not expected anyone else to be around the house at that mid-afternoon hour. I had eaten Beth to one lovely orgasm, and now I was the one stretched out on the lounger as Beth nestled between my legs, her tongue working wonders on my slit and one hand outstretched and clasping my left breast and nipple. I was in a kind of heaven savoring the experience. 

Through the slit of my eyes I caught some movement inside the sunroom of the house. I didn't react but studied the shadows until I understood who was there -- it was Linda White -- the previous home's owner. 

I guessed she'd been there for some time. Her shorts were around her ankles. One hand was stroking and fondling her slit as she masturbated; the other had tugged her top above her breasts and pushed her bra up so she could pinch and pull at her nipples. She didn't think we could see her through the mirrored reflections of the glass, yet there she was.

As Beth lapped and licked at my pussy, I spread my legs and pulled them back, giving her total access, and also opening the view to whomever might want to watch from the house.

Beth wormed some fingers into my cunt, turning and twisting her hand as she did so in a way that made me writhe with pleasure into her hand. As that joyful twinge passed I whispered to Beth, "Don't look at the house, but Linda is watching us. She's masturbating."

Beth whispered, "Then we should put on a good show for her." She smiled up at me and drove her hand into my pussy again, this time sawing in and out of me at almost lightning speed. I arched into her hand. 

"Fist me," I eked out.

Beth drew all the fingers of one hand together and slowly wormed her entire hand inside me. I grabbed her wrist so I could control the slow entry of her hand into my vagina. My other hand rapidly found my clit and started to massage.

Beth pumped her fist in and out of me. I had an orgasm and then stayed right up at that orgasmic peak rather than back down from it. Knowing that we were being watched only heightened the experience. 

Finally, the initial surge passed. Beth pulled her hand out of me and lapped at her fingers.

I peeked at the house and Linda's hand was blur as she brought herself to a peak of arousal. Beth now turned and looked.

Beth said, "We should invite her to join us."

"I'll ask," I replied.

I rose and walked towards the house. Linda's eyes were closed in those instants and she didn't see me approach; yet she continued her machinations on her body. 




Dreams Ch. 03



When she did open her eyes and see me walking to the house, it was too late. She couldn't re-dress and run, in fact she couldn't do anything but stare at me in disbelief that she had been caught. Except I didn't think I was catching her at anything bad. 

Through the screen door I heard her exclaim, "Oh, dear! You've caught me being a voyeur."

"Linda, come and join us. You don't have to hide in here."

This was the first time I'd seen her nearly naked. She'd maintained her trim shape, and the modest breasts she carried had not sagged as much as more generously endowed women her age had experienced. Her pussy was unshaven and the triangle of bush only highlighted her sexuality by calling attention to her erogenous zone. She was beautiful.

She was almost hypnotized by my approach. I came into the sunroom walked up to her and kissed her, pressing my nude body against her partially undressed form. The moment was highly charged and arousing. I cupped one of her breasts, and then leaned in and suckled it in my mouth. I pinched the nipple as she had been doing to herself. 

With my other hand I reached down and ran a finger up her wet slit. She moaned at looked deep into my eyes.

"You don't think ... I'm weird ... at my age ... to feel I want ..."

I said, "I don't, and I think you should leave these clothes behind and join us. Let us pleasure you. Come pleasure us. We want you. We love you." I kissed her again. I reached to her and lifted her top over her head and pulled her bra down her arms. I tossed the two items on a nearby chair. 

Linda stepped out of her shorts and undies that were around her ankles and let me lead her outside.

Beth was lying in the sun with her legs pulled back and open. As we approached -- me leading her by the hand -- I said to Linda, "Beth would really like it if you went down on her."

Linda knelt in front of Beth and gave her a weak smile, and then buried her face in Beth's pussy. I watched Beth's eyes get large -- Linda knew her physiology. She lapped and licked.

I urged softly, "Use your fingers too. She likes to be penetrated. Lick her clit while you put some fingers in her." As an afterthought I said, "I'm going to do you too."

I put a towel on the patio flagstone and knelt right behind Linda. I brought my tongue and fingers up to her pussy, tongue fucking her and then rapidly pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her fluids came, and I licked to enjoy this new taste.

After a few minutes, Beth came. I heard her plead with Linda, "No more, wait a few minutes. You've got to let me rest -- you're wonderful."

I nudged Linda to roll onto her back. She did and now I had the full hairy beast to work with. My tongue tangled through her bush, focusing on her enlarging clit. I drove three fingers and then most of my fist into her pussy. She was moaning and rolling from side to side on the lounger. Beth held her and kissed her.

Linda finally came. It was sudden, almost like a jolt of electricity had suddenly been applied to her body. She stiffened, her back arching off the lounger to push her clit into my mouth for the last few seconds of pleasure. Her head went back, and a long, satisfying groan filled the afternoon air.

Linda collapsed -- like the life had left her body. Her limp torso slumped back against Beth. Beth pulled her around slightly so she could kiss Linda on the lips. I heard words of love from Beth.

I moved up next to Linda and brought her to me to kiss and love. I cooed to her. She kissed back and gradually came out of her languor -- back to full consciousness.

Linda whispered to the two of us, "Oh, girls, thank you so much. That was the nicest ... the best orgasm I've ever had." A wan smile crossed her lips.

Beth expressed her gratitude as well, commenting on the skillful use of fingers and tongue.

Linda asked, "Are you lesbians?"

We both laughed. I responded, "Yes and no! We're creatures that love sex -- male or female. I guess you might say we're bisexual."

"This is the first time I've ever been with a woman -- with women. Most of the time it's only been Greg."

"Most of the time?" I questioned, drawing out my query. I pulled Linda into my arms as I lay back. I stroked her breasts with each hand. Beth idly stroked Linda's mons and pubic hair, now matted from all the fluids we'd created.

"Oh, we had another couple we loved -- and made love with -- but that was over twenty-five years ago. We did it for two years, and then they had to move away for a while. We saw them again every now and then, but it wasn't the same and eventually the visits stopped. I never made love to her ... but now I wish I had. Eventually, they moved back to the area. We've seen them socially, but never had the same kind of relationship again."

"You can make love to any of us anytime you want. We love you," Beth told her with a tender kiss to one breast.

"Right now I'd like that, but I have to think about what just happened here ... and what about Greg?"

I said, "I love Greg too. I'd love to have him make love to me." Beth concurred. "Would it bother you if we made love -- had sex."

Linda said slowly, "Noooooo. I've seen how you all interact with each other. I don't see any jealousy or possessiveness -- other than I want you with me in this moment. I like that. I wouldn't feel threatened."

"Where is he?" Beth asked.

"He dropped me off here, but he wanted to run down to the grocery store and pickup some things for dinner. He should be here any minute."

"Do you want us to move?"

Linda was quiet a long time. Finally, she said, "No. I can't think of any other way to tell him what just happened than for him to find me here with the two of you."

We waited another ten minutes before we heard a car come up the driveway and park on the other side of the house. We weren't idle, however.

When Greg came out the back door we were a beautiful Sapphic tableaux. I could tell he'd watched us from inside for a minute or two; he had a significant bulge in his shorts. 

Greg didn't say anything at first. He came up to a dozen feet from the chaise we were all stretched out on. We were all silent waiting for someone to say something.

Linda said to him, "Darling, I've just had the most wonderful experience, and now I'd like you to make love to me -- right here, right now."

She rose from my arms and went to him. He was frozen in place, gawking at Beth and my nudity, as well as that of his wife. Linda put her arms around him and kissed him passionately. 

"Greg, I love you," Linda said. "We all love you."

She slowly pulled his golf shirt from his shorts, and with a little urging pulled it over his head. Next, she unzipped him and undid he belt buckle. His shorts, weighed down by wallet and keys, dropped to the ground. She knelt and slid his boxers down his legs.

Greg was no Adonis. Age producing a paunch and his chest hair was turning white. Yet he too was in shape and certainly possessed with the tool to make a woman happy.

Linda helped Greg step out of his shorts and kick off his sandals. 

Beth and I rose from the lounger. I indicated that he and Linda should go to it and sit or lie back. He was still a little stunned by what was happening, but the two of them went to it. 

Linda melted into his arms and the two kissed. I went to his side of the lounger and knelt, taking his tumescent penis in my hand. I massaged his rod, feeling the blood surge into the shaft. He looked at me with eyes as big as saucers.

"Are you sure?" He whispered to Linda ... and perhaps to me.

Linda spoke before I could, "This group of young people love each other and they love us -- this is what they meant when they said we'd be in their family -- in their circle. They don't put boundaries on that love -- it's unconditional. Age doesn't mean anything to them. So, yes, I'm sure. I want to love each of them as they love us -- and I hope you feel the same way too."

I sank Greg's entire rod down my throat as Beth moved in and kissed him. She took one of his hands and brought it to her pussy. From the corner of my eye I could see his fingers start to come alive and finger her. Linda looked on with a look of awe on her face, her body plastered against her husband as the two of us made love to him.

After several minutes of foreplay, during which Greg came alive, I asked Linda, "Do you want to make love to him?"

She smiled and said, "Eventually, yes, but for now you please do it. I want to be here and watch and love him in my own way."

I straddled Greg as he watched me come over him. I held his cock, now the consistency of titanium steel. I positioned him against my vaginal opening -- still wet from my prior session with Beth, and slowly shook my hips as I had him penetrate me.

Greg groaned yet his hips came alive. He started to pump into me as I moved to fuck up and down on him. He reached up with both hands and embraced my swaying breasts -- I smiled approval at him. He pinched the nipples.

I leaned down and kissed him. I whispered to him, "I love you." Linda was right beside him, and I repeated the kiss and the words to her. As I did, one of my breasts came by Greg's mouth. He captured the nipple and started to love my breast as I rose and fell onto his cock.

Beth was not to be denied. She said to Greg in a throaty voice, "I want you to eat my pussy a little while you fuck Ariel." She swung a leg over Greg's body as she held onto the back of the lounger facing away from me. Linda moved to give her room. Carefully, she lowered her pussy into Greg's mouth. I could see his tongue come out and start to lap and lick her slit. I could tell he found the right spot because Beth's head went back.

We held those positions for quite a while. Everyone took their pleasure from the moment.

Beth came again, clutching with all her might to the headrest of the chaise. In her afterglow she went into Linda's outstretched arms, and the pair kissed passionately yet tenderly. Greg warned, and then he came in a torrent into my welcoming vagina. Although I didn't cum, I felt the warmth of love between all of us. It was the highpoint of my day -- perhaps my week. I flowed into his arms, pressing myself against his body and allowing one of my arms to also encircle Linda and Beth. Beth had a couple of fingers buried in Linda's pussy.

That was the position we were in when Dave, Tom, and Mar came out on the back patio. I guess we'd lost track of time.

Mar, always one to voice the obvious, said, "Well, it looks like some of you have had a really good afternoon. Mind if we join you? I'm horny too!"

There was a flurry of clothing being shed, and next I knew Mar was kneeling on the lounger next to ours and Dave was pounding into her from the back as she sucked Tom into her body.

The four of us watched with abject fascination -- I mean here was a free sex show only four feet from our eyes.

Greg said to Linda, "If you want to join in go ahead ... in fact, I'll feel guilty if you don't. Get Tom to fuck you."

Linda and Greg stared into each other's eyes. I think she was testing the reality of his comment as well as weighing the consequences -- if there were to be any from this afternoon.

Linda rose, checked back with Greg one more time, and then slid in next to Mar on the lounger. She leaned across and kissed Mar and then sucked Tom's cock into her mouth, masturbating his rigid rod as she did.

Tom looked over at us with a questioning look on his face. I grinned at him and said, "New family members. They have the spirit."

Deep in my vagina I could feel Greg actually harden and flex. Watching his wife in a sexual situation clearly excited him.

Tom nudged Mar and Dave sideways, lay Linda down beside them, and then leaned in and kissed Linda. As they kissed she guided his rigid pole into her vagina. Tom slowly started to oscillate his hips, driving into her almost as if she was fragile china.  

I heard Linda say, "Harder and faster, please." Tom met her requests.

Greg started to slowly pump up and down into me again. He said, "Don't lift off -- I'm not that hard and I won't cum, but I want to enjoy this moment with you -- it's a time I'll never forget."

I leaned in and kissed him. I told him, "I will never forget this moment either. It's important to both of us."

The moans from the adjacent lounger diverted our thinking and conversation. Mar was in the process of announcing her orgasm to the neighborhood, and Dave was doing a credible job of emulating her. 

Beside them Tom was talking dirty to Linda and apparently she liked it, for she often responded with some equally slutty remark. "Can you feel my cock in your pussy? I bet you've had miles of cock fuck this pussy. I like how your pussy pulls me deep into you. I like watching your breasts sway when we're fucking -- I like leaning in and sucking on them -- like this. I liked seeing you with your cunt filled with Beth's fingers. I like seeing Greg's long cock buried in Ariel's cunt with his cum leaking down his shaft." They went on and on.

Tom is a considerate lover, and a man that always brings his woman along with him to orgasm. I listened, watched, and marveled at how he nursed Linda towards her orgasm -- not only talking dirty, but also testing the stimulation she was getting, and adding to it with subtle shifts in position or use of his hands.

I finally heard Linda say, "Oh, Tom. I'm there. I'm there. Oh, I'm ... cuming."

Tom exploded into her as well, accepting her invitation. The two kissed passionately in the ultimate culmination of their act of love and lust. 

As their orgasms progressed, Greg had been pumping hard into my pussy from beneath me. He had told me he liked the stimulation. In that same instant, however, he moaned and also said, "I'm cuming."

I ground my clit into his pubes several times as he ejaculated into me. I had been right on edge, largely due to all the sex going on around me and the mental stimulation it had provided. A nice orgasm washed over me -- my vaginal going into spasms of pleasure around Greg's cock. I again fell into his arms and smothered him with kisses. Beth joined me in loving Greg.

*

After swimming and some cocktails, we had a family dinner. It was one of the rare times when all nine of us were present at the same time since Josh had shown up. Dinner dress was very casual -- almost lewd. Most of the women only wore men's shirts with no undergarments; the men wore boxers or briefs. There was much feeling of sexual areas of each other's bodies, and many kisses passed around the table.

Linda and Greg were now full-fledged members of the family, not that having sex was ever a requirement -- it was just how we often expressed our love to each other. Linda kept reiterating how pleased she was with the afternoon and how enthused she was. She rued their return to their new home in Florida at the end of the summer -- however, we all said we'd come visit when the weather turned too northern for us.

That night, Greg went to bed with Mar, and Linda coupled with Peter. She had stars in her eyes about her happiness, and Greg looked like a kid in a candy store as Mar held one of his hands inside her shirt so he could feel one of her full-sized breasts.

The highlight of the weekend was moving Josh from his apartment a hundred miles away to a room in our home. He'd dropped a few things off over the weeks leading up to his move, but Tom, Dave, and Peter went over with a borrowed van and were back six hours later with everything Josh had in his apartment, a few hours after that he had completely moved in. An hour after that, he made love to Linda in his own bed.

Monday morning I was supposed to meet with Fran Drake from our largest wholesaler. She was a constant visitor to the city, and over the past couple of years we had become good friends even though she was older. There was little we didn't know about each other. She was attractive blond woman in her late thirties, well educated, smart, and married.

Fran had never missed one of our meetings, so I was surprised when she called and asked to reschedule. I had an open calendar, so rescheduling until the next day was no problem. I just assumed something had popped up at work. I hoped it wouldn't affect our business with her company.

Tuesday morning, Fran arrived as planned. Her mood was little more somber than I'd ever seen her. I figured it was her business, at least initially. The two of us had taken over one of our conference rooms to talk about orders, data sharing, and supply chain management. 

After we'd worked for an hour or so, Fran took off a short jacket she was wearing. Both arms had large bruises -- black and blue marks on them. Fran had obviously tried to hide the bruises with makeup. I gawked at the sores: "Fran, what happened to you -- your arms. Are you all right?"

Fran tried to brush things away with a curt remark, "Oh, I just fell over the weekend."

"No, Fran. You didn't fall. I can see finger marks." I was going way out on a limb without even thinking about it. "You've been abused. What's going on? Can you talk about it?"

Fran looked at me with big doe eyes for a full minute without a word between us, her eyes teared up, and she said, "Oh, God, Ariel. It's been awful." She broke into a sob and put her face in her hands. As she did I noted the heavier than usual application of makeup. Someone had beaten her up.

"Who did this to you?"

Fran sobbed out, "I was raped ... by my husband."

"What?" I exclaimed. I heard of the situation, but never thought I'd ever know someone it might happen to.

"We've been on the skids for the past couple of years. I brought it to a head this weekend. He drinks ... and, well, he got violent on Saturday night. It's happened before -- quite a few times. Needless to say, he doesn't want a divorce."

"Did you call the police?"

"No, he'd probably kill me -- or at least beat me harder."

I moved to her side and knelt beside her. "Oh, Fran, you have to do something. You can't keep going back into that environment. He'll hurt you even worse. Have you moved out?"

"I've got no place to go. My parents are dead, and my sister's not in any situation to take me in plus she's two hours away from here."

"I've got a place for you." I hugged her gently so as not to touch any of her sore spots.

"What do you mean?" Fran asked.

"I live with some other people in a huge house in Niland Springs. We're a family by choice not by birth, although my brother is one of the people in the house -- there are nine of us when we're all there."

Fran thought for a minute and said, "Could I see it? I don't know about paying rent just now? Carl -- my husband -- keeps our finances a secret. All I know is what I make. It's automatically deposited and that's the last I see of it."

"Don't worry about that for now? Come on, we'll go out there right now."

I called Beth and Mar and told them what was going on, and that I was headed home with a 'situation.' They understood. I also checked in with my boss and told her what was happening; she encouraged me to help Fran.

Fran and I gathered up our papers, laptops, and headed out of the building. We picked up lunch on the way home, and forty minutes later were sitting on the back patio by the pool eating.

"How can you afford his place?" Fran asked, aghast at the opulence of the large house and acreage I'd just shown her.

"I don't," I said, "But nine of us do. There are seven bedrooms -- I'm sure we'll find space. 

"Don't you need to talk to your housemates?" She asked. 

"No. This is an act of love -- there won't even be a question raised."

Fran's math skills suddenly kicked in, "Wait, if there are nine of you and seven bedrooms ... how's that work? Someone will have to give up space?"

"No, there's always room. A few of the bedrooms are used more often for home offices than sleeping quarters. In our 'family,' there are couples including a married couple -- the people we bought the house from still visit with us. This was their homestead."




Dreams Ch. 03



Fran said, "Oh, I didn't know you had a steady guy. What's his name?"

I blurted out, "Tom. He also works at the same company I do -- so do some of the others. He runs the purchasing department." I'd have to remember to cue Tom in to behave 'exclusively' for a couple of days.

I moved the conversation back to her situation, and how we might get her out of her bad home environment. She lived twenty miles away. Our companies were only a few miles apart. 

"Could you move out today -- this afternoon?" I asked.

"Yes, I guess I could. I mean there's a lot of stuff we share, but all my personal stuff could fit in a car I suppose."

I thought for a moment and said, "OK. We're moving you this afternoon -- right now!" Fran looked surprised and pleased, but also incredulous.

I grabbed my cell and called Tom. "Hey, darling, we've got a situation with my friend Fran Drake." He knew who she was. "We have to move her out of an abusive household this afternoon -- before five when her husband gets home. This is a full alert for the family -- she's going to move in with us for a while until things straighten out. Her hubby beat the shit out of her on Saturday night."

"Where? How fast?"

"Right now." Fran gave me the address and directions. I passed them to Tom. "We're leaving the house right now and should be there in half an hour or so. You're closer. Wait a block or so away for our phone call. And we need cars -- vans preferred."

Fran looked at me with a sense of awe. In a quiet voice she said, "Thank you. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

"Don't think of that now. The job's only beginning. We've got to get you separated too, or divorced if that's what you want -- and safe."

We shot down some back roads and then the Interstate to Fran's home. It was in a nice neighborhood, but frankly was the worst looking house on the street. Fran checked the house to make sure Carl wasn't there. I called Tom and in sixty seconds two vans and two cars pulled in front of house and into the driveway.

Josh, Tom, Dave, Peter, Mar, Beth, Greg, and Linda piled out of the cars and got introduced to Fran. Everyone hugged her. I warned them to be gentle. I heard the words, "We love you" a lot. Fran got all teary again.

As we went in the house I told Fran, "Don't touch anything, just tell us what we should take. And, dear, take anything you think you're entitled to, you won't get a second chance."

Half an hour later our caravan of vans and cars swept out of the neighborhood. Each vehicle was full. Thirty minutes later we pulled into the Niland Springs house and unloaded. We moved Fran into Bedroom Z. It had a nice view overlooking the pool. We followed Tom's rule and put Fran's name or initials on the few pieces of furniture and the TV she'd taken. Fortunately, her bedroom had a large closet to stockpile her clothes and other belongings and still leave her room to move about.

Tom, Greg, Linda, and I sat with Fran and talked about her situation and what to expect. Greg disappeared for a few minutes and returned; he winked at me. I didn't know what was up but I just knew he'd done something about the situation.

We talked about what to tell Carl when he called. He'd arrive home and not find Fran there and the home stripped. He'd start calling. The consensus was not to talk to him directly, but to go through someone else -- someone he didn't know and couldn't trace. We turned off her cell phone, understanding that with the right friends and equipment the phone's location could be traced.

We heard a car pull up. Greg got up with a smile on his face and went to the door. A moment later, he walked into the room with a talk imposing man in his late fifties. The man was in a dark pinstriped suit, a crisp starched white shirt, and a rep tie. I was sure I could see my reflection in his shoes.

"Friends, I'd like to introduce J. Edward Harris III. He is an attorney, personal friend, and he just happens to specialize in divorce law."

Ed, as he liked to be called, had a commanding presence and the ability to focus in on the person of interest. After only five minutes mostly talking to Fran, he said to us, "Who has a camera?" Several of us raised our hands.

"I want photos, right now, of every bump and bruise on this woman -- no makeup, head to toe, and then we'll continue the discussion of next steps. As indelicate as this may be, if there are bruises around her sexual area, I want those included. These are a legal necessity I'm afraid, particularly if things get ugly."

Fran, Linda, and I went up to Linda's bedroom. Fran explained she'd tried to put makeup on everything that showed so needed to shower. We waited for her to shower. She returned with one of her large towels wrapped around her.

Linda said, "All right, strip. No time for modesty."

Fran dropped the towel and blushed. I focused the camera and for the next ten minutes took about fifty photos of her body, occasionally taking a full-body shot, so a particular bruise could be seen in context. While Fran re-dressed, I took the camera to my computer, downloaded the pictures, checked them, and then burnt two CDs with the photos on them for the lawyer.

I joined the discussion in the living room, presenting the CDs to Ed Harris. He thanked me. I listened as he explained the process of serving Carl with divorce papers, the charge of abuse, getting a restraining order, and so forth. He recommended changing her cell phone number and several other things that would make it more difficult for him to harass her. He told her not to talk to him under any circumstances. He also insisted that Fran go to her local police department and file an abuse charges after the fact. He said he would accompany her on that duty as soon as we were through.

I drove Fran as we followed Ed's Mercedes to the Pattersonville Police Station. Fran's car was still back in my company's parking lot. We were in and out in about fifteen minutes. It turns out the dinner hour is a slow time, plus Ed had called ahead and gotten us an appointment with a detective he knew. We left a copy of the CD with the detective. He looked at the pictures on his laptop and also confirmed a few of the more obvious bruises himself. 

Outside the police station, Ed gave Fran a little pep talk. He said she'd done every thing right so far, except for not getting out right after her beating. Now, the job belonged to him and the police department. 

It was eight o'clock when we got back to the house. Everyone had waited dinner for us, so we walked in and sat down with the entire family. Fran looked exhausted, but thanked everyone for their help and for the coming battle she was sure would reach our doorstep. "Carl can be really obnoxious when he wants to be. I hope the shit doesn't splatter around her too much."

After dinner, I went with Fran to her room and made sure she had everything she needed to get through tomorrow. I assured her we were all here to support her, gave her a hug, and said goodnight.

I came back downstairs into Dave's arms. We hugged and he praised me for coming to Fran's rescue. We talked about the situation as he held me almost as though we were dancing. Soon the idea of a swim came up. The two of us stripped naked and then walked out to the pool and dove in. Tom and Beth were already in the pool. Greg and Linda also came and joined us. Everyone was nude as was the custom at the house.

As we sometimes did, we floated around from person to person, kissing them and sexually playing -- for instance, a fondle of a penis, a kiss and suck on a breast, a finger inserted in just the right place. We were all aroused pretty quickly.

I heard Greg invite Beth to a liaison on a lounger beside the pool. She gave him a broad smile and floated into his arms by way of accepting. Her long brunette hair, wet from her swim, streamed out behind her and halfway down her back as she stepped out of the pool. I thought how sexy she looked, and appreciated that the two of us were also lovers.

Dave made a similar invitation to me, and we captured the other long lounger only a few feet from Greg and Beth's. Tom led Linda to an Adirondack chair. 

The six of us made love in the dim light cast from the underwater pool lights. The eroticism of the night was greatly enhanced by the proximity of the others. After all of us came, we returned to the pool for a rinse of the sweat and sexual juices we'd created, kissed everyone goodnight, dried off, and walked off to various beds. Dave wrapped his strong body around mine and I slept in peaceful bliss.

Fran and I were up early. I'd knocked on her door to be sure she was up, but she was already awake and brooding about her situation. I hugged her and assured her things would work out. I felt her stiffen at my hug, but just chalked it up to anxiety.

In the kitchen as we started to eat, the others in the house slowly started to appear -- all in various states of dress. Josh came in wearing boxers, as did Dave and Tom. Greg had put shorts on and was more dressed for the outside world. Linda and Mar had only a t-shirts on. Beth was wearing a loosely tied robe with nothing under it. Fran studied each person, occasionally gawking as someone's sex showed.

We'd developed a new custom now that we all lived together -- or almost did, and that was to greet each of our chosen family with a hug and morning kiss. Consequently, I hopped up from the breakfast table a lot to greet and kiss each person. We were all smiles. 

Out of decorum, each person also came by and said 'Hi' to Fran, usually touching her shoulder in some way, although not with the hug and kiss. Fran didn't quite know what to make of the situation; even though halfway through the arrivals I explained our new custom to her.

Fran's car was still at my work, and we had a few more hours of work to get through before what we'd finish what we set out to do the day before -- before her breakdown, confession, and then her rushed move into our group home.

Fran called her office and explained to several people, including the HR department, what her situation was. Apparently, her husband was already hanging around there waiting for her return to work. She told them she'd be out the rest of the week, as well as the point that a restraining order might be in hand later in the day.

As arranged, Ed Harris, the lawyer, called my cell phone about ten in the morning so he could talk to Fran. One result of it was a quick trip down to his offices for her to sign a bunch of papers, including the request for the restraining order. Another was an appointment with a domestic abuse counselor that evening. On the way back to work with me, she went by a mall and got a new cell phone number.

We had lunch together. I suggested she work in the conference room the rest of the day and then follow me home in the afternoon. She liked that idea. As the day went on I still felt there was something bothering Fran that she wasn't talking about. I figured it was all the problems with Carl, but still ...

When we got home we put her car in one of the garage stalls and shut the door so it wasn't obvious where she was. About five o'clock, a matronly woman showed up at the house and asked for Fran. It turned out to be the domestic abuse counselor. The two of them went off to the living room and talked for over an hour. Fran looked more relieved when the woman left; I think she'd gotten some reassurance about how things would go in the coming weeks.

We set up a group dinner again and everyone showed up, in part to express their support to Fran. Greg produced a box of house keys on lanyards for each of us. He said, "If Carl gets too curious he'll trace Fran here, and then who knows what'll happen -- so let's keep the doors locked. Until this blows over I think we should be locking up the house, especially at night, and we should also use the alarm system." We all gathered around and he demonstrated for us again how to arm and unarm the alarm.

After dinner Fran gave a big sigh, looked at me, and asked, "Can we talk -- in private?"

I said, "Of course," and led the two of us out to the patio.

Fran started awkwardly, hemming and hawing around some question that was obviously on her mind. 

"Fran, we have no secrets here. We're very open and you can be too."

She rolled her eyes and began, "Well, last night, after I went to bed I heard someone splash in the pool. I was curious so I looked down from my window." She gestured upwards towards the house and her room. Suddenly, I knew what was coming.

"You all ... had sex ... and you weren't with your boyfriend. You were all naked -- and you played -- sexually -- with each other."

There wasn't actually a question there, so I just said, "Yes."

Fran's mouth was hanging open slightly and she was flushed.

"Fran let me explain. This is a home built on love -- actually polyamory, meaning love among several people. It started with Tom and me, and then Mar, and then Dave, Peter, and Beth, and then Josh, Greg, and Linda. We are what a friend of mine on the west coast calls an 'Intentional Family.' We make this union with each other through love and caring -- unconditionally. By extension, you are part of our circle of love."

"But, I'm not sure ... Oh, I don't know if I could be ... do ..."

"There's no pressure for you to do anything that any of us do. We enjoy our nudity and the glory of the human body. As you observed last night, we enjoy making love with each other and we appreciate the lustiness in our nature. You don't need to be a part of that to be here -- Greg and Linda weren't at first either."

"Your brother? What about him? Do you ...?"

"Yes, I do. I love him dearly, and of course I have all my life. Just recently, we found a new dimension to that love -- that's why he's here. He loves the others well, and they love him. Think of the sex as a result of the love, not just as an end in itself."

"Oh, wow! I just don't know ... I mean, I was raised Methodist and ... there were pretty strict rules ... and a lot of talk about sin. This sort of blows my mind."

I'd become pretty adept at delivering Tom's relationship manifesto. I launched into a chat with her about memes and relationships, our ability to love multiple people at the same time, the sliding scale of commitment, and all the other areas I'd thought about based on Tom's thinking and my own. Fran seemed to hang on every word.

With her consent, Linda joined us. Occasionally, she'd add in some piece of wisdom or share how she'd looked at the world. Fran gradually warmed up to us as our conversation advanced; the coolness I'd felt earlier in the day dissipated.

As the sun set, Dave and Beth came out wearing swim suits, no doubt in deference to Fran. Somehow, we'd all forgotten about the view she might have had the night before from her bedroom. 

Fran thoughtfully said to the pair as they walked by, "I understand that skinny dipping is the custom around here. Don't feel you have to wear those suits on my behalf -- and, please, be yourselves."

Dave and Beth both looked at each other thoughtfully then walked over to one of the chairs and removed their suits. The naked pair strolled to the edge of the pool and dove in together. As they came up from under the water, they were laughing and teasing as we normally would. 

Mar came out also in a swimsuit. A word or two from Fran and she quickly got the drift of the evening, left her suit, did a "Ta dah," for those of us seated, her magnificent breasts shaking in the evening air, and then turned and also dove into the pool. She quickly joined the other two with hugs and kisses.

Josh and Peter were next, their dongs swinging in the breeze as they jumped in. They too were soon embracing and playing with the others.

Greg was the last to come out. He too wore a suit and quickly dispensed with it. The others in the pool welcomed him with open arms, and, of course, sexual advances and breasts pushed against his manly chest. He was making the others embarrassed they didn't have graying chest hair.

Fran, Linda, and I continued to talk. Fran eventually asked, "If I wasn't here, would all of you be making love out here?"

Linda laughed. "Not all of us, dear -- only most of us; the rest would be making love inside. This group is so much fun. I've had more sex in the last few weeks that the last few years of my simple married life. I so love this life style." She paused, and to accommodate Fran added, "I know the style isn't for everyone -- some probably see this as Sodom and Gomorrah -- but for me this open loving style is something that was missing in my life and I didn't even know it. The love I feel here is a dream come true."

Fran said, "But don't you feel ... well, slutty ... sleeping with all the men?"

"No. No more, than I felt guilty because I loved each our three children. You can love more than one person; just in this case we attach some sex to it. As for feeling slutty, well, I feel a warm glow 24/7 -- if that's what this is all about, I don't care what people label it." She paused and added, "Oh, one last point. The women all make love too -- we're all bisexual."

Fran's jaw dropped open and she swung her head to look at me. I just grinned at her. She said, "How'd you know? How'd you start?"

I told her about all the dreams I'd had, and how I'd discovered that first Mar and then some of the others in our circle had had nearly identical dreams. I told how Mar and I had coupled up at first after a shared dream. Beth came up beside us as she dried off -- her beautiful body a statement all by itself. She said, "We still wonder why we had common dreams. They seem to have stopped, but what we experienced leaves us with many unanswered questions."

Fran said, "I have a friend ... a psychic that specializes in dreams. I think most of what she does is dream interpretation, and she's read about everything ever written about dreams."

"We'd love to talk to her. Is she local?"

"Yes. I'll set something up tomorrow -- maybe for the weekend."

Our conversation turned to other topics, and gradually the numbers by the pool dwindled as we all faded away and went to bed -- to make love and to sleep. The patio was quiet that night.

*

Fran had stayed home during the day. Beth and I had gone in early, so we were home about three o'clock. When I first got home, there was no sign of Fran. I worried that she'd gone someplace that Carl might find her.

Soon, however, I found her in morose ball in a chair out by the pool. As I came to her, she looked up at me and sobbed, "Oh, Ariel, why am I such a bad judge of men? Why did I let this all happen to me?" She balled.

I moved beside her and hugged her. I tried to sooth her and gradually she came back to the real world, sad about her shattered marriage, but more willing to cope with her next steps. We talked about how smart people can do dumb things once in a while, and what lessons she might have learned from her marriage besides the obvious one about an abusive person.

Beth joined us and was equally empathetic with Fran's situation. She also hugged her, and offered solace to the unfolding situation. 

I got us all glasses of wine. We joked about starting 'happy hour' at three-thirty rather than five o'clock, but she chugged down her glass. We all did. 

Fran showed us her journal -- a book she'd kept when the abuse had started. She'd documented all the dates and ways in which Carl had gone after her. She let me read a portion of it. It was tough reading and brought tears to my eyes, particularly her descriptions of being thrown against a wall, or having her face smashed into the floor as she was kicked or raped. In another section, she talked about how she started to study makeup so she could cover up her bruises. The dates went back over two years.  

"Did all this start just two years ago?" I asked.




Dreams Ch. 03



"No, it started way before that. Carl would tell me all marriages were this way -- that all couples fought and hit each other once in a while. He'd apologize and promise not to do it again too -- I believed him. I tried to believe it would all stop for years, and then I started the journal. I knew I was telling myself a lie."

Beth said, "Fran, this is an important document to the courts. I think we should copy it or scan it or something so it won't get lost." Fran agreed, so I got my camera and with Beth's help took about a hundred photos of the double-sided pages in the notebook. Later, I put them on my computer and on a CD. We honored Fran's wish not to read everything. Somehow, we had her trust.

Ed Harris, Fran's divorce attorney, called the house that night with an update on things. Fran shared with us all what was going on after she hung up. The restraining order had been issued. Carl had been served with both the order and the divorce papers late in the afternoon at his work. Further, a court date in three weeks had been set at Ed's request for the two of them to appear opposite each other before a mediator. Ed explained this was one way to force the issue with Carl about property distribution. Fran should have half interest in the appreciation on the house and half of the bank accounts. Carl would have to submit a detailed list of family assets to the court within a week. Things were moving fast.

"How will I pay for this?" Fran suddenly wondered. "I haven't even thought about his fees until just this second. He's so able ... and probably very expensive. I should call him back and ask him."

Greg said in a quiet voice to her, "There's no fee, Fran. This is a friend of the family returning a favor."

Fran was almost speechless. "You mean all this legal work is free?"

"Yes. He was in my family circle years ago, and we still have that kinship."

Linda said, "We were very close to Ed and his wife Ginny years ago. We just don't see each other as often as we did back them, although I think we'd like to. They'd been neighbors, but had to move away while Ed completed law school. Perhaps, after this, we'll be able to rekindle our friendship."

Linda gave me glance that let me fill in the blank space between what she'd just said and her comment a few days earlier about having a two-year relationship with another couple years before. It helped me understand Ed's willingness to help a new family member.

On a more pleasant note, Fran had reached her psychic friend and invited her to the house on Saturday afternoon. Perhaps we'd start to get to the bottom of all our shared dreams. 

Fortunately, the rest of the week was uneventful. Fran seemed to be doing better emotionally, and looked forward to the Saturday visit of her old friend. 

Fran's friend, Marcy Winters, arrived with a flourish about three on Saturday afternoon. A heavyset woman in her sixties, she swept into the house in a long, flowing, and colorful gown, with a sheaf of papers under her arm. Introductions were made and we all sat in a circle in our living room.

I'd always been skeptical of people labeled as psychics. I had the feeling that almost all of them were charlatans and the remaining few, if there were any, might just have some keen insight imbued by nature that was unreliable, unpredictable, and often inaccurate. Thus, I started our meeting with low expectations.

Marcy started us off, "I'm a psychic. I know that most of you are non-believers, however, we'll let that point slide. My purpose here isn't to tell you about your futures, although I do sense bright things for all of you -- even for you Fran after you get through this muddy period in your life. I'm here to talk about dreams, a subject near and dear to my heart."

She went on, "Fran gave me about two sentences about your experiences, and I want to hear more, but before I start I want to give you some background about dreams. Let me tell you the scientific part first -- and start by mentioning that we've been studying dreams in a serious way since Sigmund Freud."

"There are two dream states: REM and Non-REM -- rapid eye movement we can see when someone is asleep. People dream in both states. Apparently, dreams in non-REM take past events and project them into the future, whereas REM dreams help you experience the future -- even something you've never experienced, like a simulation or a test of possibilities. You hit REM sleep about four times a night for relatively short periods of time compared to Non-REM sleep."

Marcy paused to be sure everyone understood the continued, "We know dreams produce some wonderful ideas -- at least two Nobel prizes, all sorts of wonder drugs, and artistic works beyond numeration going back for hundreds of years. We also know that some people can direct their dreams. If you say as you go to sleep, 'I want to dream about X,' then about half those people will dream about it in some way. If you dream about sports or other activity, the dreamer will improve their performance in that activity."

"Now psychics have thought about dreams for thousands of years -- the earliest recorded history we know about are advisors to the pharos in Egypt. A good psychic will treat a dream as window into your mind -- a time when you were trying to make sense of something, or gaining insight about something, or questing after something."

"Now, someone tell me about your dreams and don't leave any details out. I heard they were sexual, and I want to get turned on before I have to go home." She laughed at her attempt at humor.

We all laughed with her, and there were a few blushes around the circle. Everyone looked at me. I gulped and then recounted my first dream, asked if that was too much detail - it wasn't, and so went on through the other dreams I'd had. I frequently looked to the others when they'd been one of the dream subjects.

Fran had not heard the detail of my dream sequences, only that I'd shared sexual dreams with some of the others. As I gave my descriptions, I watched her hang on every word and weigh in some way what I was saying and what I'd dreamt.

Marcy summarized, "So you had dreams at random intervals over a couple of months about your friends here, and perhaps a few others. In them you performed various sex acts, made love with one, two, three, and many other people, both male and female; and felt awash not only in the lust of each situation, but also in love."

Marcy turned to the others and asked, "Does that pretty much explain all your dreams and feelings -- where you parallel Ariel's dreams?"

Everyone nodded. Josh, Fran, Greg and Linda looked on with fascination for they'd never been part of the dream group.

Marcy asked, "Did any of you ever feel you'd been hypnotized?"

The six of us all shook our heads 'no.'

"Hummm. Well, one explanation is that some where along the line before your dream, the six of you came of a common mind about some subjects -- certainly the orgy you dreamed about, even some of the specifics. But, and a big but, you'd all most likely remember starting the hypnosis process."

"Another theory about common dreams -- and the one I favor in describing your situation -- concerns soul mates." I shot Tom a glance because I knew he didn't believe in such aspects of a relationship. Marcy went on, "I use the term soul mates to describe people in the same 'soul group' -- spirit beings or energy personalities that have shared the same soul space in other realities, other worlds, or other lives, you take your pick."

"In this case, various combinations of you agreed you wanted physical experiences -- experiences in this matter space, experiences of a sexual nature. Now, each of you is linked to an energy personality -- some of you may want to call it your soul. It's the part of you that prevails beyond this life. Much the way you have a social circle in this material world, energy personalities have similar circles. It's not that simple, but that explanation will do here."

Marcy tested each of us visually to see if we were with her. I actually had followed where she was going, and her credibility with me had actually gone up as she talked. She seemed to be a straight shooter, even though she was dealing with the ethereal. 

She went on, "The simplest explanation is that you brought the desire for these experiences into this material world. At an agreed upon time, time being meaningless in these other dimensions I might add, your energy personalities visit your physical body at a time when it is most susceptible to ideas -- when you're dreaming. Presto chango, you have the same dreams; it's like a TV show played to you while you're asleep."

We all sat there motionless. I had tried to think of other possibilities -- possibilities that this physical work -- as Marcy called it -- could explain. Except for the hypnosis idea that she'd mentioned I could only think of things on the fringes -- ESP, mind reading, and ... bingo I was off into her world -- the psychic world. A world I didn't understand very well.

I asked, "What about the fluids and the orgasms?"

Marcy laughed. "Women -- and for that matter men -- have been masturbating in their sleep for as long as we can remember. We all know we emit fluids of various kinds, particularly women from their vaginas and other nearby orifices. I can't be certain, but I speculate that the fluids you found yourself awash in came from within."

We talked with Marcy for another hour, bringing out coffee and tea appropriate to the afternoon hour. After that, she and Fran went off on their own, no doubt for Fran to update her friend on the changing tides of her personal life.

I changed into my running singlet and went on a long jog around the neighborhood, dodging cars on the narrow roadways of Niland Springs. I thought about what Marcy had told us and found comfort in her ramblings. Her explanation was simple, and since I did believe in an 'after life' the concepts seemed reasonable.

*

Marcy had gone when I got back, and all my lovers were reading, computing, or into other projects. I went out by the pool. Linda was sunning, and we talked briefly about my run and Marcy's comments.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and dove into the pool, a refreshing dip after the six miles I'd run. After a few laps, I just floated on my back, the afternoon sun warming my torso in a sensuous way. 

With my eyes closed and the sun warming me to my core, I started erotic thoughts about my own body. I went through all the places in my body that were sexual or erotic in some way.

My hair was a tool when I made love to someone -- I could run my hair up and down their body, their breasts, their dicks, their legs, and their torsos, everywhere. My ears were sensitive -- I loved to have people run their tongues in them or fondle them as we made love. My eyes could view my lovers. My nostrils could inhale their pheromones and the sexual odors we made. My lips could kiss and suck and blow and bite. My tongue could lap and lick a penis or a cunt, and my throat could act as a second vagina when I chose.

My arms and hands are known instruments of passion. My breasts were points of pleasure received, and if I dragged them over someone's body a means to pleasure someone else. 

My torso was one big receptor of pleasure, particularly when massaged or stroked. My legs were the same -- erogenous zones from toe to ground zero -- and I could wrap them around my lover's waist and pull him deeper into me.

And then there was ground zero. The pool water lapped at my pussy and small bubbles from beneath me tickled through my slit and around the little pubic hair I kept shaped as a heart. Oh how I loved to fuck -- to make love -- to have intercourse -- to be eaten -- to be fingered -- to be double penetrated -- to do everything sexual. Why had I been born with such a preoccupation with my cunt? 

No, thank God, I'd been born with a preoccupation with my cunt -- and sex -- and all the other things I enjoyed so much.

When I opened my eyes, Fran was standing beside the pool looking at me.

She said, "You are one sexy lady, do you know that?"

I smiled and stopped floating, pulling my hands through my hair to wring out some of the water. "It's funny I'd just gone through thinking how sexual my body was. As I told you earlier, I love this life and the people in it."

Fran said, "I've watched all of you. You all really are in love; even the Whites, although they're a generation older. Somehow the age gap doesn't make a difference."

Fran was silent for a long while. She kept staring at me, weighing some important choice she had to make. This was a woman in the midst of a colossal life change, but somehow this choice seemed something else -- something new.

She pulled her top up over her head, revealing a functional white bra edged with lace. A moment later she reached behind her and unfastened the bra and deposited it atop her top on a nearby chair. 

Fran's breasts were full with large areolas and luscious nipples I wanted to suck on. She undid the belt on her shorts and the zipper; all the moves seemed so deliberate and important to the moment. She pulled them down her legs along with her undies, tossing them on the pile of her clothing. 

Fran's bush was unshaven and unshaped. It was full and lush. Her hips had the angular points of her pelvic bone showing through just enough to be attractive and sexually rich.

Fran walked to the pool steps and came down them slowly. Her gaze was now locked with mine. I stood in the middle of the shallow end of the pool about twelve feet from the steps. She closed the distance, came up to me, and we hugged ... and then we kissed ... and then our tongues found each other's mouths and we were in a soul kiss -- unrushed and intentional.

"Fran, I love you."

"Ariel, I love you. I love your family."

"You're already part of it. You don't have to ..."

She put a finger on my lips. "This is about all I've thought about since I saw some of you making love out here four nights ago. I've measured myself and how I feel -- what I want and need, and how I want it, and I've watched each of you -- the guys especially. Oh, what I wouldn't have given to have fallen in love with all of you twelve years ago."

We kissed again. There was a humorous moment as we rubbed our breasts together, feeling the stimulation of nipple to nipple. I leaned in and sucked on each of her breasts; the experience was very satisfying. She sucked on mine.

I asked softly, "You've never been with a woman? Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you to be my first. I've always liked you, but I can see you love me. I return that love to you now."

"The others?"

"In time. Not long, maybe even tonight with someone else."

"The divorce? Will it make a difference?"

"No. The papers are filed. The real decision has been made -- it was made ten years ago when Carl pushed me down a flight of stairs."

"Oh Fran." I hugged her.

She said, "Come to my room. Make love with me -- to me. Let me love you."

The two of us came up the stairs of the pool, dried off, and went into the house and up to Fran's room. We made love for an hour. 

Fran kept apologizing for being so inexperienced about how to make love to a woman. I just kept telling her, just do to me what you'd want me to do to you. Finally, towards the end of our time together, she got the knack of it. I fired off a few orgasms for her, and brought her to a few too. There was little of each other's anatomy we'd left unexplored.

The house is not completely soundproof, plus as I'd already learned when Fran saw all of in the pool making love a few nights earlier, it also has many windows. Moreover, we are a communicative bunch.

When Fran and I walked downstairs for dinner, one by one each of the other members of the family went to Fran and gave her a sexual hug and a passionate kiss. Dave started the welcome and caught her by surprise, thus the kiss was lackluster and very one-way.

Tom was next. Fran was a little better prepared. They ground their hips together and laughed. The French kiss was better organized and executed. Beth got in the act, and then Peter and Mar. Greg was a little more traditional, but Linda surprised us all. Josh seemed the happiest at welcoming her. Dave came back at the end for a replay. Now we were all laughing and applauding.

After dinner, Josh had rented a DVD and most of us went down to the media room to watch the movie. As seats were taken, Josh insisted that Fran cuddle up and sit in his lap. As the plot unfolded, we all became increasingly aware of how much kissing and romance was going on between Josh and Fran. 

I could see that they would be the couple of the night. Several other pairings were made including Tom and me. 

*

In the middle of the night I felt Tom awaken with start. His body went rigid -- a second later he was out of bed and at the window looking down at the patio and pool. I awoke instantly in response to his tension.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He whispered to me. "Keep quiet. I heard a noise."

"Isn't the alarm set?"

"I'm not sure. Where's Fran -- with Josh? Bedroom Z?"

"I think so."

"Be right back." I was up now and followed Tom into the upstairs hallway that ran the length of the house. He paused at the door to 'Z,' opened it, and peered in. I heard whispering, and then Josh appeared. Both men were nude. Fran came into the hallway too, her nude body reflecting the incidental light from downstairs.

"Get dressed."

"Be right back." The two men disappeared back into their rooms and were back in seconds in jeans and loafers. I felt safer seeing the muscular bodies of the two men. Fran came and huddled with me in our room; we stood and looked out the window. 

Fran speculated with a touch of fear in her voice, "Do you think Carl found me? How would he?" I just held her naked body against mine; we hid partially against the curtains. I saw a shadow race from left to right on the far side of the pool -- off in the grass that led down to the pond. It was too soon to be either Tom or Josh.

"Wait here," I told Fran. "Stay out of sight."

I went down the hall to Greg and Linda's suite. Seconds later I'd roused Greg. "Something's going on. There's a prowler around, but the alarm hasn't tripped yet. Tom and Josh are already up, but I think we need to muster."

Greg was alert instantly. "Get the others up. Bring Fran in here. If it's Carl, this is the safest place to be."

I went from bedroom to bedroom rousing the troops, but keeping anyone from turning on lights or making too much noise. Everyone was getting dressed. When I got to Fran's room I grabbed her blouse and some shorts, and brought them with me to Josh's room. She dressed and we went back and joined Linda. Linda locked us into her master suite.

Linda said, "Greg called the police. He knows the police chief here and worked with the department on some of their planning work. They're on their way."

I heard the alarm sequence into the off position, and two of the downstairs doors open. I assumed it was the men going out into the night. I was scared. I looked out the window and saw Tom and Dave race across the patio, around the pool, and down towards the pond with flashlights waving in the dark. Off to the side, along the driveway I caught a glimpse of Dave taking up station so he could see along the entire back of the house. I assumed Peter had the view along the front.

Now lights started to come on in the house. Headlights swept up the long driveway at high speed. It was a police car. Another set of headlights roared past the driveway entrance to circle around to the other side of the pond behind the house.

I opened the window on the front of the house and heard Peter engage the two officers in the squad car in excited conversation. Dave came around the side of the house and joined them, and then they split into two teams circling the house, an officer with each of the guys. Flashlights waved off into the darkness from all quadrants now.




Dreams Ch. 03



I heard yelling down by the pond, and then a car engine that started to scream, tires squealed, and I then heard a police siren that seemed to go on and on, moving away from the area. The two cops downstairs were on their radio, and there was a lot of voice traffic I couldn't understand.

"Fran. Fran come down and talk to the police." Peter yelled up to us.

Seconds later we all raced down the stairs. 

One cop asked, "Peter here said you have a restraining order against your husband and that you fear he might be trying to do you harm -- is that right?"

Fran nodded.

"Does he drive a Ford pickup -- white -- about ten years old. License plates something like YGJ-835?"

Fran shuddered and said, "Oh my God, yes! I think that's the plate on Carl's truck."

"He was here. They're in pursuit now, but he had a good head start on them because they had to turn around. Where might he go? Where is your house?"

Fran gave them her address and a few more details about the situation. One cop walked away and chattered into the microphone on his shoulder as he read his clipboard.

Another patrol car pulled into the driveway and slowly came up to the house. The four officers conversed, and then two of them went off into the back yard again. Tom and Josh appeared.

"We saw him. We gave chase but he was too far around the pond for us to catch him. He hopped in a pickup and drove away. A police car went after him."

I grabbed Josh and held onto him, "We know. We've been listening to the radio chatter."

We invited the police into the house. I guess they were surprised at how many people lived here. One officer asked, "Who owns the home?"

Nine voices said in unison, "We all do." He looked nonplussed.

The officers again talked to Fran about Carl, getting a description and details of her assault. In ten minutes they also had some details on a warrant out for Carl's arrest for domestic abuse and violation of the restraining order. 

One officer that had patrolled the perimeter of the house said, "It looks like someone tried to scale up the back of the house on a trellis. If he'd gotten to the second floor, it looks like they'd have access to a lot of windows."

There was an air of concern from all of us. I heard Greg upstairs checking each room for uninvited guests. 

Time went by as we waiting for some of the radio traffic to clear and hear whether the police had caught up to Carl's truck. Several folks yawned and went back to bed. Josh got an invitation to join Greg and Linda, so the three of them went off after he checked in with Fran. Dave and Beth also left, citing a need for sleep, but a curiosity they'd satisfy when we all got up for breakfast. Peter and Mar stayed around. Fran was holding my hand tightly.

About thirty minutes later the shoulder radio on the Lieutenant called him. We all listened in since he was standing in the room with us. 

A dispatcher's voice said, "The subject you wanted is in custody. Pattersonville Police picked him up on an open warrant two minutes ago. He was just arriving home in the white truck you were after. He's on his way to their holding cell. Class C arrest."

The Lieutenant said to the person on the phone, "Hold him on a violation of a restraining order too. I have the details from the complainant. Domestic abuse case."

I asked, "What's a Class C arrest mean?"

The Lieutenant smiled and said, "That means he put up an unarmed fight. They probably had to use a taser on him to subdue him. He'll think twice before doing that again."

Soon the police left. We reset the alarm.

Fran had barely been more than a foot from me all night, often holding onto my arm or hand. As we moved to go back to bed -- now at about four-ten in Sunday morning -- she said to me, "Can I sleep with you -- and Tom?"

I hugged her. "Of course, sweetie. Come on."

Back in the bedroom, Fran hesitated as Tom and I disrobed, but then she too lost her shorts and the top she'd tossed on forty-five minutes earlier. We all got into bed: I spooned behind Fran, and Tom behind me.

After about a minute of silence, Fran said, "I'm horny. Does anyone else feel this way? Maybe it's all the adrenalin in my system."

I leaned in a kissed her shoulder; she rolled over into my arms. Fran took one of Tom's hands and brought it to her naked breast. He hummed a happy note.

She started to say, "Josh and I made love earlier. I haven't ..."

Tom and I both said, "Oh goody. Clean up detail and sloppy seconds." I dropped a hand to her slit and started to rub the area and finger her snatch. Fran moaned.

Tom got out of bed on his side and came around so he could be next to Fran. As he got onto the bed he pulled the sheet away and stroked up Fran's legs. A second later his face was buried in her cunt, and I heard the sloppy sounds of his eating her out. Fran and I kissed passionately.

Tom asked in a whisper, "May I make love to you -- fuck you?"

"Oh, please. That's what I want." Fran paused and said, "And, Ariel, please bring your pussy up over my mouth. I want to try something new."

I mounted Fran's face, and felt her tongue go deep into my vagina and then search out my clit. I grabbed hold of the headboard. I thought I'd done this not too long ago in some other room.

Tom sank his long cock into Fran, slowly impaling her. Soon he was pumping into her at a rapid pace. Often he'd lean in and kiss my ass or suck on Fran's breasts. Everything seemed so romantic and sensual in the light reflected into the room from all the spotlights in the back yard. We could all see perfectly.

Fran brought me to a climax much faster than I'd expected. She knew her anatomy, and I'm a sucker for oral sex -- I love to be eaten, and I respond in just the right way, with an orgasm. As I finished, I rolled to the side and moved so I could suck on Fran's breasts. They were each swaying in resonance with Tom's thrusts into her body.

Tom grunted out, "I'm near. Where should I cum?"

Fran said, "Inside me. Love me all the way; cum inside me." I sucked on her left breast and reached down to diddle her clitoris.

A minute later, Tom's hips became a blur in the shadows and the sounds of his body slapping into hers a din of happiness. Suddenly, Tom's body stiffened. So did Fran's. The two arched into each other pressing their loins together. There was no mistaking the concurrent orgasms Tom and our newest family member enjoyed. We all kissed.

Soon we did fall asleep, this time with Fran cradled between Tom and me -- and his juices leaking from both our pussies. Tom and I had made love when we'd gone to bed; Fran had gotten a lot of what he'd given me, but not everything. 

*

Detective Ray Walsh telephoned about noon on Sunday and talked to Fran for twenty minutes. I listened to one side of the conversation and deduced that Carl had been arraigned in the morning court and was still in jail. He'd gotten a public defender assigned for the arraignment and also expected his brother to post bail by the end of the afternoon. He had had a taser used on him, but seemed repentant and rather passive. He seemed resigned to the situation, and had promised not to violate the restraining order again. Walsh tended to believe him.

Tom and Greg both suggested that we be more guarded with our home security. Several projects for the afternoon sprung from that decision. One was to replace a couple of burnt out spotlights on the outside of the house. Another was to remove the plants and climbing trellis where it appeared Carl had started to climb up to the second floor roof -- the roof that would have given access to four of the bedrooms. A third project was to put a spotlight on a pole so the path and woods to and near the pond were lit up.

We formed two teams and swung into action. My team was charged with the pathway and pond lighting. It took us two trips to Home Depot and the rest of the afternoon before we had six spotlights attached to tall trees and temporarily wired into the home's electrical system. A couple of the guys from the other team came and helped us after their work had been completed.

We did a Gratitude Dinner about seven o'clock, and all of us were present. We went around the circle and each person talked about what they were grateful for. We also got to comment on each other's statements. I talked about the love in the circle, the home, my career, finding a new way to express the love for my brother, and, of course, Fran. Everyone talked about how glad they were Fran had joined the circle. By the time we were through, she had tears of happiness and humility running down her cheeks. 

It took us a half hour to go around the circle. We all felt very blessed by the Universe. Dinner was an animated affair with the ten of us gathered around a ping-pong table some of the guys had brought up from the basement and set up beside the pool.

After dinner we all ended up in the pool, migrating from person to person and expressing our love for them and our gratitude that they were in our lives. Dave made a special effort to woo Fran that night. We watched the two of them disappear together. I decided I wanted to be with my brother, and he was in the mood for some incestuous sex as well; thus, we paired off

Monday, Fran went to work. We all made her promise to send up red flares at the first hint of any trouble. I called her three times during the day -- and each day after that -- to be sure everything was going well. The rest of the week seemed to go well too, including Fran's visit with domestic abuse counselor. 

To be continued.

List of Characters

Men (Including Those From Earlier Chapters)

Tom Ransom -- 36 -- Handsome. Dreamlover?

Peter Winslow -- 32 -- Scandinavian

Dave Wescott -- 31 -- Smart. Gentle.

Duke -- 40 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Aaron -- 35 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Steve -- 32 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Greg White -- Late 50s -- Owner of Niland Springs home

Josh -- 32 -- Ariel's brother

Walt -- 26 -- Marcella's brother

Bill Cariola -- 50 -- Beth's step father

Brian Cariola -- 28 -- Beth's brother

Carl Drake -- 32 -- Fran's husband (bad guy)

Women

Ariel -- 29 -- Story teller. 

Marcella (Mar) -- 29 -- Ariel's best friend from work

Beth Cariola -- 31 -- Ariel's friend from work

Linda White -- 52 -- Greg's wife; owner of Niland Springs home

Debbie Cariola -- 50 -- Beth's mother

Fran Drake -- 36 -- Ariel's friend from work; works at another company

*



Dreams Ch. 03



That Sunday afternoon had to be one of the most beautiful in months. People carelessly roamed the streets as they found pleasure in being outside. Natalia met up with her cousin Elizabeth after promising they would catch up on the current events happening in their lives.

Elizabeth was one of the interior home designers Natalia worked with. Not only was Liz Natalia's co-worker and cousin, but she was the woman who introduced Natalia to Jason in December of 2006. Jason was in desperate need of somebody to design his home and at that time, Liz wasn't qualified for that amount of work. Natalia was the only woman she knew who could work with her hands and mind at the same time to create Jason's vision of a home into a reality. Little did she know that his home would soon become her own home as well.

Jesus, what a ticking bomb Jason was at that time. The effect Natalia had on Jason was amazing. Indescribable, really. In fact, it was so indescribable that it was unbelievable until people witnessed it with their own eyes. He would snap at anybody and didn't care to take advice. Natalia somehow found a way to get him to cool his reactions, and perhaps it was her nurturing touch that all women seem to possess that helped Jason. She was only twenty three at that time, and Jason, thirty, never imaged a girl that young could handle the job. As a construction manager himself, Jason owned a mansion. Nothing Natalia was used to. Her family owned a family market and her mother was a cook who only worked a few hours of the day. Jason came from royalty compared to Natalia. She was humble, however, and never let Jason know how weak she felt around his presence. All Jason knew was that he was sexually attracted to Natalia. Her full C chest and round, delicious booty drove Jason wild. But she would never be his fuck buddy, and Jason became immediately intrigued to find out more about Natalia.

Natalia was always attracted to older men. Sure, he was only eight years older, but she loved everything about him. The power. His sexy light complexion with his hazel eyes and brown short hair. He had a rugged look to him. He owned his own company. His power accompanied by his attitude seduced her. Sucked her in. She shouldn't have fallen for him, but she did. It was a moment in her life when she thought, 'Don't give him the chance...don't do it!' And yet she did. When she gave him the chance, they immediately fell in love.

However, time changed Jason and Natalia. Not individually, but their relationship as a whole became different. Jason caused his wife pain and heartache one too many times. The hurt he caused was different than Natalia's old boyfriends or lovers. This was the kind of hurt that keeps you up at night, retracing every step you have made with the person you love. The kind of hurt that makes you put a guard up, not so much to keep others out, but to keep yourself locked in.

After all that, he still possessed her mind, body, and soul. Natalia wouldn't know what to do with her life without Jason. Time would have to be on her side. She would have to re-adjust, makes some changes...learn to deal.

Elizabeth joined Natalia at the Coffee House.

"Tell me again exactly why you are going to file for divorce?" Elizabeth asked as she and her cousin sat quietly at the back booth.

Natalia signed frustratingly. She pushed back her curly hair that was tied back loosely in a bun. Her dark bangs hung low on her face, hiding her red eyes from her cousin.

"Because, I've told you a hundred times, Liz, Jason and I are through. He can't control his dick and I can't control my heart." Her reply murmured was a surprise both women.

Natalia sipped her sweet and light coffee and watched her cousin's jaw drop. Natalie, becoming uncomfortable by her cousin's reaction and her own words, readjusted the strap of her light yellow sun dress. Damn that dress -- it fit her body like a glove. This woman had curves and it was a pleasure to look at by all. Thankfully, for Natalia's sake, the one month precious child in her stomach was not showing.

"Okay, I believe the part about Jason not being able to control dick, but what's this nonsense about you not being able to control your heart? Are you trying to tell me you don't love the man anymore? Nu uh, I'm not buying that crap Natalia Walker." Liz said as they looked at her cousin with suspicious eyes.

Liz continued, "Hell would freeze over before you fell out of love with Jason...and honestly, I don't see that happening any time." Her sarcasm caused Natalia to show a shaky smile. Natalia shook her head.

"Thanks a lot. You make me feel so much better." Natalia rolled her eyes and turned her head to look out the window. It was a beautiful August day but the view became ugly in seconds in Natalia's eyes.

"Seriously Nat...whats up?"

"Liz, I am being serious. Jason doesn't love me like he used to. If a man loves a woman, he doesn't cheat on her. What's wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not old and worldly enough? I don't get it. I can't win with him, so I give up." Natalia vented.

"Of course you're beautiful, look at you! You're shining. Did you see the guy's heads turn around when we entered this place? Come on girl, give yourself some more credit." Liz replied. It was true. Natalia turned her head slightly to the left and saw a few young looking gentlemen starring and whispering at the two of them. Natalia slightly smirked. She still had it. She doubted herself at times, saying she was chubby and didn't like her body, yet other guys had no problem appreciating her beauty. Her high cheekbones and long lashes captured the attention of both the young and older men. If only she had Jason's attention like that.

One of the gentlemen kept locking eyes with Natalia as she looked over at his table. He sat back in his navy blue polo shirt and just stared back and forth with Natalia, hoping to catch a smile from her.

"Do you see him, girl? He is totally checking you out." Liz whispered.

"Stop it! He is not. He's probably looking outside or something." Natalia wasn't full of herself and didn't believe anything until she was proven wrong. He would have to have the balls to get up and speak to Natalia for her to actually realize he was interested in her. That was his next move.

*

Jason put Ana's four year old hand in his own large hand as they walked with Nana Jo, Ana's nanny on the weekend. Precious Ana was the most important child in Natalia's life, she was Jason's niece. Nana Jo and Ana quietly walked to the ice cream store, one store away from the Coffee Lounge. Jason eyes carelessly wondered around as he thought of what ice cream shake he would have.

* "Hi, I'm James." The 6'3 brother extended his hand to Liz.

Liz, caught by surprise with a smile, "Oh -- hi! Hello, um, I'm Elizabeth." She returned the handshake as she looked him up and down to check out his masculine physique.

"And you are?" His dark eyes looked over at Natalia and also put his hand out.

"Natalia." She replied softly and shook his hand. She gave him a weak shake but only because she was caught off guard. She didn't think he would actually leave his table to approach them.

"Natalia, what a beautiful name. Can I buy you ladies some dessert? I know it might be forward, but you're beautiful and I know you caught me starring at you so I thought, if I made an ass out of myself already, let me at least introduce myself before you think I really am one." James stated. Natalia shook her head lightly and giggled. She flashed him a bright smile. "That's very nice of you, um, James, right?" He nodded. "But I don't think that's necessary. Thank you for the offer."

"But I insist. Let me get you something. What would you ladies want?" James directed his attention to Liz, who was cheesing the whole time at the way Natalia blushed at this man's persistence.

"She liked chocolate chip muffins and so do I" Liz said, not caring if she was forward as well. Hey, he offered, and she was not going to turn down dessert.

"Liz!" Natalia exclaimed as she squinted her eyes.

"I'll be back." James replied with a chuckle.

"Are you insane? I do not want no damn muffin from this dude. I don't even know him. He's going to think we're losers for taking a freakin' muffin from him!"

"Relax women. Who cares about what he thinks, we don't even know the man for God's sake! Stop worrying about what people think and if you can have your cake and eat it too, well, then do it." Liz had a good point. It wasn't that serious. She was simply conversing with a guy who was pleasant to the eyes and kind with his words.

"Don't look, don't look, don't look." The words were barely audible.

"What? Don't look where?" Natalia questioned Liz. Natalia shifted her head parallel with Elizabeth's direction. She saw her soon-to-be ex-husband.

Natalia roughly turned her head to Elizabeth.

"Don't you dare say a word, Elizabeth. Don't signal anything. Do not do anything." Natalia said seriously. She wasn't ready to face Jason after their blow up at her friend's house.

"Jesus, okay woman. I won't do anything." Liz said.

But you couldn't blame anyone on the fact that Jason caught them from a distance. Nana Jo was told to watch over Ana while Jason 'went to take care of something.'

*

Natalia panicked. When she couldn't see Jason outside anymore, she patted down her above the knee length dress, loosened her curls until they fell past her shoulders, and became flushed.

"If he comes in here, I'm walking out. No joke, Liz. I don't want to see his face. I cannot see him."

Nobody could have stopped Jason from coming in the shop.

As Natalia saw Jason making his way into the back of the shop, her hands trembled and she picked up her purse. 

She saw James walking back in her direction, too. The exit looked miles away.

Elizabeth rose out of the booth and called out to her cousin. "What the - Natalia! Natalia, where are you going?!"

Natalia's thoughts ran through her head so quickly she couldn't put together half of the things going on in there. 'Damn these small spaces between each table. Damn, damn, damn...'

Not being able to escape Jason because of the small spaces to walk through, she was stuck to face him.

He caught her arm as she was leaving and softly pulled her ear to his soft, luscious pink lips.

"Whoa, whoa...come on, Natalia. Talk to me." He whispered in her ear as she attempted to pass him. His voice brought shivers down her spine. Her feet, covered in comfortable flip flops, felt like they were stuck in cement. He wanted to touch her body, throw her on the floor right then and there and take her. He missed Natalia more than words could explain. He was going to get her to talk to him, no matter what.



Dreams Ch. 04



We arrive on campus that evening at 6:45. Not having a car has its drawbacks and taking the bus is one of them, so I was grateful for Lucas picking me up after work. Thankful for casual dress Friday, I am still dressed in blue jeans, a black cotton top, and black sneakers. We make our way across campus quickly and head to a large two story building. Once inside, Lucas led me to an auditorium. 

A good number of students are already seated so I take a seat in the third to last row. Lucas continues down the stage and up on the podium. While he sets up his laptop and notes, I scan the rest of the auditorium. The room is about half full but I count about 50 students and another group trickles in as I am counting.

One he finished setting up, Lucas walks to the microphone. 

"Good evening everyone. I hope you are not too tired tonight. Let's finish up last week's discussion questions before we begin talking about assimilation."

Most of his questions, being rhetorical in nature, seem designed to make his students think, question and encourage friendly debate as opposed to having one right answer. I am amazed at how patient and challenging he is with his students. He has the ability to hear them out completely without interrupting and shows a great deal of respect for each opinion even as he counters a couple points of view. His voice is so even and composed, that when disagreements flare, he is able to resolve them without offending either party. 

Once the lecture for the night begins I understand why he wanted to bring me here. He begins with a slideshow. He shows Native American children taken from their families and put into "boarding schools". Each of the slides shows two pictures. The first is on arrival at the schools and the other is taken sometime after. The time between each set of photos varied. Some of the pictures are months apart while others are only weeks apart. In all, the changes are heartbreaking. Each set shows the physical difference in clothes and hair but it's the face that shows real change in each photo. I look into the eyes of each photo and can see the change. The spirit literally looks as if it has been broken.

The last photo is mesmerizing. It is one of two young women. The left side of the slide shows both girls standing outside a modest building. Their hair is long and loose down their backs. Their dresses are simple, but they are covered in beautiful handmade jewelry. The girl on the right is younger and shy. She doesn't look into the camera but instead looks down at the dirt. The older girl on the left is stunning. She is not only striking in her appearance. Her gaze is such a contrast to the other girl. Her gaze makes the photo. She looks so confident and stares into the camera as if she had dared the photographer to take that picture. The picture on the right shows both girls again. The older is sitting in a chair with the same girl standing next to her. They are both wearing very uncomfortable looking dresses and have simple crosses around their necks and their hair is pulled into high buns. The girl standing looks broken. There is no other way to describe it. Her eyes are empty shells. There are dark circles under them and her cheeks are drawn. She looks a decade older. According to the photograph, the pictures had only been taken 3 months apart. The older girl in the chair has the same dark circles under her eyes and the drawn in face but the fire in her gaze is still there. She is still daring the person taking that picture. She has not been broken. I am drawn to this photograph. I have to know her story. I want to know how she was able to hold on to spirit while the other girl was so desperately broken. I want to know her secret.

I think back to my last relationship. I recall the months after David and that haunted look I wore for so long that my friends thought I was a danger to myself. David was a like a breath of fresh air that came right after one of the hardest times of my life. He became my life support when I felt like I was barely holding on. He became my reason for leaving. When he left, he took what I thought was my will to live.

I surprise myself as I mentally relive those events. The last time I dwelled on them was a little over a year ago. I curled up in bed for two days. Not to say that I felt nothing now. The ache was there for what I lost, but it is duller now. Tonight I am able to think about everything that happened without that sickening stomach twisting feeling that made my lungs so tight it hurt to breathe. I'm not sure if it is due to the time that has passed or from more recent events involving a very sexy professor I had impure thoughts about every time I look at him. I smile at those thoughts.

What also surprises me is how comfortable I have become in his presence. I no longer had to focus on breathing in his presence. I craved his presence and that scared me. With that fear, however, came a reassurance that he would not intentionally hurt me. I had never been spoken but I knew it deep down in my soul. The apprehension was gone, but I had to wonder if my attachment to him had anything to do with the dreams. What if I had never had them? Would I have had the same reaction upon meeting Lucas or would I have dismissed him as another client?

I mentally kick myself for letting my mind wander and focus on the lecture again. The stories are heartbreaking and, as I listen to Lucas' lecture and the student's questions afterward, my mind wanders again. This time it goes back to that last picture of the stronger woman. A part of me needs to know her story and knows that her story needs to be known.

An hour later, I sit and wait until the last of the students head out of the lecture hall then make my way down to the stage. I watch Lucas shut down his laptop and disconnect it from the projector and I am distracted by his physical presence again. He is only wearing a button down shirt and a pair of jeans but at that moment, he is the sexiest man alive. Then, as if he feels me watching, Lucas looks up just as I reach the stage.

"Hey." I smile and climb the steps up to the stage.

Lucas smiles back. "What did you think?"

"Very impressive but I regret to tell you I did not take notes."

He laughs. "I was only hoping to inspire you tonight, not turn you into a panicked student madly copying down notes."

I roll my eyes. "Please, you students did not look panicked to me."

I help him pack up the rest of his notes while he packs up his laptop.

"Well, I guess I owe you dinner for dragging you down here." Lucas says as we leave the auditorium. 

It's late but somehow, we find a restaurant open just off campus. The place is a hole in the wall but the food is amazing. After dinner we sit and talk. I confess my obsession with the last photo and that girl's story.

"My degree is in Library Science and Research, but my minor was in English Creative Writing. I always wanted to be a writer. I used to write all the time."

"Do you write now?"

I shrug. "I haven't written anything in about five years." I confess. Lucas looks at me patiently as if accepting that if I want to tell him more I will. It is this silent acceptance that makes me smile. 

When I look into Lucas' eyes, I see everything I need to see. He knows there is more to the story. He also knows I will tell it only when I am ready to.

We stare at each other until the atmosphere changes. The reflection of my sorrow in his eyes turns protective, then to something else that I am not quite ready to admit that I recognize. The air is thick and breathing becomes a bit more of a labor. Beads of sweat pop up on my chest and a tingling sensation starts in the center of my chest and radiates out to my arms and neck. God! If the man can do this to me with a look, I won't survive anything more passionate than his gaze.

As much as I feel excited by the feelings Lucas inspires within me, I am absolutely terrified at the same time. I am afraid of how much I want him. It has been so long since I have truly wanted something that I am not sure what to say, how to act or what to think.

The restaurant is closing and we are the last ones to leave. We find ourselves walking slower than usual to his car and I swear Lucas is driving under the speed limit all the way back to my apartment. I am reluctant for the night to be over.

I watch him as he drives and my relief flitters away to be replaced by another emotion. And this emotion is much more primitive.

The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up over his shoulders and I study his forearm. The hairs are smooth and fine on his arms and I wonder if the rest of hair on his body is similar.

My heart beats a little faster as I undress him in my mind only to be interrupted by the car coming to a stop. I didn't realize we have reached the apartment. I mentally sigh and tuck the fantasy to the back of my mind to entertain later. Lucas surprises me by getting out of the Jeep and coming around to my side to open my door.

He walks with me upstairs to my apartment. I pause outside my door, turn and give him a hug.

"Thanks for tonight."

I pull back, look up into his eyes and stop. There is no denying the unmistakable passion there. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as my hands slid down from his shoulders to rest on his chest. His heart is beating as fast as mine under my palm. The heat from his body radiates from under the shirt. My hands are trembling and a tickling sweat begins in my chest.

I reach one hand up and around the back of his neck. I play with the hair on the nape of his neck and study his mouth. He lowers his head slowly until our foreheads touch. I close my eyes for a moment and inhale his scent. When I do, I feel his lips brush mine. My pulse is racing. As much as I have wanted this to happen, I am terrified of where it will end. Will I be able to control myself? Do I want to? I push aside these thoughts and tilt my head up touching my lips more firmly to his. I kiss him back with a desperation that surprises me.

Once Lucas realizes I am kissing him in return, he pulls me tighter into his arms. I moan, opening my mouth, and he slips his tongue inside as our kiss deepens. I can barely breathe. I don't care. Neither one of us is in control. All that matters is the taste and feel of him as I bring my other arm around to claw at his back. His hands are running up and down my back. One of his hands snakes its way up the front and underneath my shirt to cup and message my breast through my bra. My body aches. I have wanted a connection like this for so long that it hurts. A door opening down the halls jars us back to reality. One of my neighbors passes and heads for the stairs. She doesn't even notice us. Once the hallway is clear again, I laugh. Lucas smiles too. We are still holding onto each other.

"You'd better go." I say. My breath is coming in soft short gasps.

"You say that like you might change your mind." Lucas teases, brushing his lips against mine.

"That's exactly why you should go." I grin as I contemplate changing my mind.

He kisses me softly.

"What are you doing after work tomorrow?" he asks nibbling at my lips.

"I'm having dinner with Matt and Emily." I reply automatically then add "Want to join us?" 

Lucas looks down at me. "I don't want to intrude."

"You won't be." I assure him, kissing him. "Emily's husband will be there. I want you to come." It surprises me that I mean it.

He smiles and kisses me back. "Okay."

I tell him when and where we usually meet since it's so close to work. He says he will meet us there. We embrace a while longer until the kisses start to deepen again. It takes all my willpower to physically get myself into my apartment without dragging him inside with me but I manage... barely. He grins and winks as I close the door.

I lean against the wall for five minutes while my breathing slows then decide to take a shower before going to bed which is something I usually don't do. Tonight, I need something calming to soothe my nerves. Unfortunately, the water running down my body reminds me of Lucas' warm hands so my shower does not last very long. 

I crawl into bed naked and pull the sheets up over my body. I close my eyes and think about Lucas. I think of his mouth, his hands, his breath, his smell. Just the memory has me aroused in a way I have not felt in a long time. The sensations are similar to what I feel in my dreams. My hands slide up my hips and onto my stomach. I circle my navel with my index finger. My other hand travels to my breast. I cup it first, remembering how his hands felt on them. I reach up and pull the sheet off. My body is tingling and aroused. Pinching my nipple between my finger and thumb with one hand, I spread my legs and play with my curls with the other hand. 

When my hand touches my clit, I lift my head and close my eyes. I see Lucas's face as I rub my clit gently at first then with more enthusiasm as my thoughts go back to our parting in the hallway. I imagine his fingers where mine are and his mouth on my nipple. Breathing in shallow gasps, I slide a finger into my pussy. Slowly and deeply, I stroke myself. I wonder what he would feel like inside me and stroke faster. I am moaning in earnest now and a light sheen of sweat has broken out over my skin. The sheets fall off the bed as my body writhes with excitement. I don't expect it so soon. My pussy begins to contract, squeezing my fingers and causing my body to jerk. I cry out, arching my back and continue stroking, giving into my orgasm.

It's a long time before I calm down. Usually when I masturbate, I feel frustrated and hornier than when I started. Tonight, I feel sedated. It feels like my body has had enough and it is content, knowing more and better is to come. I've never felt like this before and it is terrifying. My eyelids are heavy and sleep comes before I can process the rest of my worries.

****

I do not dream that night.



Dreams Ch. 04



Please read the previous chapter before starting this one. This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Enjoy.

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of -- Chapter 4

Fran asked me to accompany her to the session with the mediator. Ed Harris, Esquire, was also with us. On the opposite side of the table was Carl, Fran's soon to be ex-husband, and a lawyer he'd engaged named John Norton. Michael Thornton, a lawyer, was also there in the role of court appointed mediator. This meeting was the first time Fran had seen Carl since the morning she moved out of the house after he abused and raped her.

At Ed Harris's suggestion, Fran said nothing other than to acknowledge the polite introductions to the other parties and a nod to Carl. I sat in the room off to the side as a friend of one petitioner.

The Mediator started the session explaining the role of each party, including his own. His job was to help the parties find a common ground from which the divorce settlement could be concluded amicably. He further explained there were a process and a time limitation, in this case before the end of the business day. Thornton also explained that he might state a position in order to get the parties to discuss or move towards a settlement. Perhaps more important, he stated that decorum was expected of all parties, and that full disclosure of information regarding the settlement was important. He explained that he would record the full session, and that the recording would be available to the presiding judge if and when a divorce settlement was placed before her or him for approval.

With that, he reached over and turned on the recorder. He then turned to Fran -- the complainant, and asked her to state her opening position. She looked at Ed Harris, and he nodded for her to proceed. 

Fran began, "I'm Fran Drake and I'm thirty-eight years old. I've been married to Carl Drake a little over twelve years. About two years after we were married, sometime in the Fall of the year 2,000, Carl and I had an argument. He picked me up bodily and threw me down our cellar stairs, called me abusive names such as 'Bitch,' and walked away. I was bruised and sore for the month after."

"Also about that time, Carl started to get involved in bar fights on occasion. To my knowledge none of these were ever reported to the police, however, I have no doubt several tavern owners could attest to his unruliness. Also, he occasionally had an affair or one-night stand, although I have no evidence other than the word of friends that reported his behavior to me."

"After he started to abuse me he did it about four to eight times a year, Carl would slap me, hit me, kick me, shove me, or throw me to the floor in some way when he would want to fight. Up until two years ago, he had not raped me -- that is, used force to get me to have sexual intercourse with him against my will. Usually, he had been drinking and in my opinion he was drunk at the time. I know that is an arguable opinion, that's why I say in my opinion -- is that all right to do?"

Thornton said, "Yes. Just go on in your own words. Carl will have a chance to comment and make his own statement when you are through, you may comment on his statement, and he may comment on your comments."

Fran referred to her notes and continued, "I tried to avoid him when he was drunk or comply with his wishes for sex or other things up until two years ago. Two years ago I started to keep a journal because I realized in spite of my pleas and his promises to change, that I would always be in an abusive marriage with him. At that time, January 1, 2008, he came home in a drunken rage and raped me. He also beat me up so badly I had to miss work for a week while the bruises healed and until the limp I received from him was less noticeable. I begged him to not hit me in the face again, and also not to force himself on me sexually. He promised, but less than a month later he beat and raped me again."

"In the last two years, I have been beaten about once a month and raped sixteen times. The last time was about four weeks ago. Here are photographs of my bruises. In two of the photos my vagina is visible; you see the bruising around the area as well as blood seepage from his rape. A rape kit was not processed to verify semen. These photographs and my journal documenting the past two years are freely given to the court. I believe Mr. Harris has already provided these to the record in electronic form. Here are photocopies and photographs of these documents." Fran produced a large loose-leaf notebook that she pushed across the table to Mr. Thornton, the mediator.

"At the point after my last beating and rape I finally realized I could not proceed with the marriage, or even stand to be near or with Carl. I left our home, taking personal belongings and community items I believed I was entitled to. I made a list of those items and give that to the court as well under a tab in the notebook. I moved in with friends."

"At Mr. Harris's suggestion we got a restraining order and also had my husband served with divorce papers which to date he has not signed. I believe he violated the restraining order once about a week after it was served when he came onto the property were I am now living. He also went and hung out where I work, apparently hoping to confront me. In the violation, he was seen by my friends and by the police. My understanding is that he was arrested for that violation, as well as for the domestic abuse claim I filed with the local police."

"I wish for Carl Drake, currently my husband, to sign the divorce decree as issued to him a month or so ago. I also wish that he never see me again or attempt to contact me or my employer or my friends ever again. There is no love in the marriage; it is time to end it. This ends my statement."

Harris nodded to mediator indicating that he had no additional words to her statement.

Thornton asked for fifteen minutes in which he, Carl, and Carl's attorney could scan the photographs, journal, and list of personal belongings removed from the home. Thornton set a timer; when it went off, he turned to Carl and said, "You may make your statement now."

Carl said, "Yeah, we had a rocky marriage. In my opinion many marriages are like that so I don't think ours was any different from normal. I also believe it was my right as a husband to have sex with my wife. She cut me off, so I had to assert my rights. I admit I have a drinking problem, however, Mr. Norton has helped me sign up for Alcoholics Anonymous, and I believe I will be a success in that program. I don't want to sign the papers; I want to stay married to Frannie. I think she should come back, and bring the car and the TV set too."

A long silence ensured. Thornton waited at least a minute before he asked, "Mr. Drake, is that the extent of your statement? Mr. Norton do you want to add anything?"

Norton shook his head.

Thornton asked Norton, "Are you representing him in the criminal abuse case as well?"

Norton, "Yes. A court date has not yet been set. Mr. Drake pleaded not guilty and posted bail. We expect that hearing to be in about three weeks."

Thornton asked, "I don't see it in the court documents; how much money does Mr. Drake make each year?"

"$35,000"

"And Mrs. Drake?"

Fran responded, "$85,000. Carl told me we needed all of it to maintain our life style."

"And what are the operating expenses for the house -- mortgage, utilities, food, and such?"

After a silence, Carl said, "$25,000"

"Did Mrs. Drake have an allowance or keep some of her money?"

Carl said, "I gave her a hundred a week for an allowance; sometimes more if she needed to buy clothes or cosmetics."

"Mr. Drake, where did the rest of the money go?"

Carl was reluctant to answer. He whispered to his attorney. Finally, he answered, casting an eye at the audio recorder in the center of the mahogany table. "Sometimes I gamble. I've sort of had a string of bad luck."

Thornton studied Carl for a moment. Fran looked shocked; this was clearly something she'd not known. In an audible whisper to Ed Harris she said, "I didn't know he gambled too."

Thornton made some notes and thanked both parties. He said, "Mrs. Drake do you want to respond to Mr. Drakes opening comment?"

Fran took a deep breath and started, "Violence against women cannot be justified by any measure or any agreement, including a marriage license. I lied to myself for almost twelve years; I broke trust with myself because I tried to make it all right that it was happening in my life. Now I have trouble trusting myself and others because of that betrayal -- the betrayal of myself and the agreement I had with myself to never put myself in jeopardy."

She continued, "We did not have a normal marriage. Normal marriages don't have drunks, wife beaters, gamblers -- something I did not know about until a moment ago, or philanderers in them. Carl was all of these and more. I made a bad choice of partners. I fell in love, but that love has long since been eclipsed by fear and a burning desire to get on with my life without Carl." Fran nodded to show her statement had ended.

After a silence Thornton turned to Carl and asked, "Any comment?"

"No."

"Mr. Drake, what provisions of the divorce papers served on you make you unwilling to sign them?"

Carl looked at Fran with venom dripping from his expression. He said, "Fuck the bitch. I just wanted to give her a hard time. I'll sign the fucking papers."

John Norton, Carl's attorney, looked surprised. The two went into a whispering session for a minute. At the end of the time, Carl picked up a pen on the table and signed the papers that were in front of him. He roughly shoved them at Fran and said, "There bitch! You got it all."

Norton spoke up, "In exchange for this signing, it is our hope that Mrs. Drake will drop the domestic abuse charges she filed with the police. Mr. Drake, in this proceeding, pledges not to pursue or harass her or her friends and associates as well."

Fran looked at Ed Harris; he nodded in the affirmative. Harris spoke and said, "We will drop the charges, however, we reserve the right to reinstate any and all charges of this or any other kind should any part of this agreement -- written and verbal, be violated. The restraining order shall remain in effect for its duration of six months and may be renewed by us if there is concern for Mrs. Drake's safety and well-being."

Norton nodded.

Thornton nodded.

Carl rose and walked out of the room leave everyone else hoping this was the end of a bad situation. The whole proceeding had taken forty-five minutes.

Although he'd done so before, Harris explained that the papers, transcript of the mediation session, and all photos and notes would be provided to the court for approval of the divorce. He thought he could get it fast tracked for a signature. After that, because of the mediation session, the divorce was a done deal.

Fran asked about changing back to her maiden name -- Tilman. He said he'd start the paperwork for the change as well as filing the right papers for her. Name changes usually went a little faster.

I took Fran to lunch and then we went home and went swimming. I thought she was all right, but a little edgy and anxious until we got in the pool. After she was soaking wet, she turned to me and broke into a sob. She cried and cried, deep racking sobs into my shoulder and chest as I held her, our nakedness only a hallmark of the intimacy between the two of us. 

I made Fran lie down and nap later in the afternoon, figuring any sleep -- if it would come to her -- would isolate her from the morning session and the tension she'd been carrying inside her all these weeks. 

Fran had broken a sacred agreement -- a marriage agreement that was supposed to last forever. Accordingly, she'd betrayed herself and Carl. She lied to herself for over a decade. Now, in the face of the broken agreement, she was deeply affected and wounded, even as she had to wound Carl in order to break away and save herself and save her soul. She'd had to change, and finally she'd stepped up to that change.

I hugged Fran when she came down in late afternoon. Everyone except the Whites were there and also expressed their love to her. The Whites had gone south to Florida to oversee some work on their new home.

That night, I put Tom and Dave up to cuddle Fran to sleep -- no sex! Both took on the challenge willingly. I chose the two of them for the sensitivity and compassion for Fran's situation. 

A month later, Ed Harris called and talked to Fran for about ten minutes. The divorce had been awarded as well as the name change -- same judge. That night we had a big cake with a heart that just said, "We Love You Fran Tilman." There was a lot of hugging and kissing ... and, later in the evening, a lot of making love.

*

The family got very comfortable with themselves over the autumn months. Fran fit right in more and more as each day went by, and much to my surprise came out of the shell I discovered she had been living in the whole time I knew her. A new strength appeared in her along with self-confidence and strength. She had backbone now.

The family, as we'd come to call ourselves, talked several times about how we changed partners amongst ourselves -- to make love and to sleep. We also talked about how often to hold 'Orgy Nights.' We all felt it was important to maintain loving and sexual relations with each other rather than 'couple up.' Thus, there was a lot of switching around.

As for our 'Orgy Nights,' we decided that at least once a month we needed an all out sexual feast where any one of us could try old or new perversions that came to mind in a setting where all of us were participating. With Fran's delicate psyche we'd put things on hold for a while. Now that the divorce was final, we all wanted to restart our sex play.

Fran had not participated in group sex with more than Tom and me until her divorce came along. In some ways she didn't have the strength, and also, we didn't want to shock her with how unbridled some of our sex play could be.

I asked her one-day, "Fran, our family sometimes has sex in a group setting ... with lots of switching around, and doubling and tripling up. I'm sensitive to your feelings, and also perhaps your upbringing. We were thinking of a session this weekend. How do you feel about joining us?"

A smile spread across Fran's face. She asked, "Gangbang kind of sex? DP? Anything goes?"

"Yes, usually." I started to sense from her enthusiasm that she might actually be up for this.

Fran said, "Oh, I'm in. I can hardly wait."

I was surprised at how quickly she was rebounding from her situation with Carl. I guess the freedom from that oppression was exactly what she needed to bloom. 

Accordingly, a few of us broadcast the word within the family that we'd have an orgy in two weeks. This would give people time to plan, as well as some of us to think about making a little more of a party of the event than we had in the past.

A week before the event, Josh raised an interesting question to the group over dinner when most of us were there, "Is our little fuck fest limited to just family or could one of us bring an outsider?"

Tom asked, "Say more? And how would you know they'd be our kind of person?"

I snickered to myself about what his question implied, yet I was curious how Josh would respond.

"Well, I've met this really hot woman through my work. She single, mid-thirties, and well built. She was a client, but the deal is long completed. Anyway, she sent up some signals when I helped her buy her home, but nothing happened then. Now she's asking again."

Peter said, "Are you think bringing her to an eight-person orgy is a good first date?" We all laughed.

Dave said, "It's going to be a ten-person orgy. Greg and Linda are flying in Friday afternoon. He said they wouldn't miss this for anything."

Josh smiled and said; "I'd feel her out about how she feels about something like this. She's a very warm person and I think she'd add some further spice to our party. Somehow I know she'd not only accept, but it would also excite her beyond her imagination."

"Does this dish have a name?"

"Tara Emery."

I said, "I think you should bring her by for drinks with us before you spring the Big Kahuna on her. Peter's right; a ten-person orgy is not a good first date. Some of us might worry about how far to go with her and such."

Tom muttered something about unexpected and undiscussed boundaries.

Fran said, "On the same basis, there's a guy I work with that I always thought was really cool and sexy. He's married, but still we flirted a lot -- so much in fact that I was sure I could have had a romp with him. I've met his wife and she's the same way, and I even thought she might have been coming on to me at the company cookout in May."

We looked at each other and no one seemed to object. There were even some smiles around the circle that our orgy would have some new ass in it.

Tom posed, "Anyone else we should invite?"

Dave said flatly, "Mark Hendricks?"

Peter and Tom snapped to look at Dave. I'd heard the name around work, and knew there some sort of story there, but people didn't talk about it. Mar and Beth had the same kind of puzzled look that I did.

Dave said with a little more passion, "He's an older guy -- late forties. His wife had an aneurysm blow up in her brain that almost killed her. She's not quite a vegetable, but she doesn't know who Mark is, can't walk, make love, or care for herself, and he spends a lot of time arranging for her care. I think he recently moved her from his house to a facility of some kind. It's a sad story that's been going on for about four years."

"Do you think he'd fit in? What about his guilt feelings if he did anything like this?"

Dave smiled and said, "I'm guessing this guy needs to get laid in the worst way. He does have a good sense of humor, even about his situation."

Tom said, "Invite him to the party before the party and let's see what we think."

Mar suddenly jumped up and said, "Hey, can I invite Walt -- my brother. He's up on all of this." I smiled; her brother was a hunk, and I hoped he'd come.

Beth was quick on that comment: "What about my family? You know what happened with them and me. They'd love this sort of thing -- Bill, my step father; Debbie, my mom; Kate, my younger sister -- who you'll all just love; and Brian, my younger brother."

I added a few more, "Can we invite Duke and his friends -- Steve and Aaron? They've already been with us and we had fun."

Thus, Wednesday evening, after work, we hosted a "Hump Day" party at the house. The weather cooperated and it was a lovely warm autumn day, with the hint of the coming chill in the air. 

Almost everyone we invited came. Greg and Linda even flew up a week early to meet the potential new players, and to reconnect with the family. So there was the ten of us from the intentional family, plus Tara Emery, Josh's friend; Alan and Karen Vessy, Fran's friends through work; Mark Hendricks; Walt, Mar's brother; and Bill, Debbie, Kate, and Brian Cariola, Beth's parents, sister, and brother. Duke, Steve, and Aaron couldn't make the Hump Day party, and Duke told me only he and Aaron could make the Saturday night orgy a week later. Thus, if everyone showed up for Saturday night, we'd have twenty one of us.

I trusted my friends before, and after meeting the new arrivals I trusted them even more. The folks I didn't know were all nice and loving people, each with interesting personalities that blended so nicely with ours. I noted there was a lot of laughing and touching going on; we were that way normally, yet extending the behavior to the newbies seemed a good yardstick for how they might behave in a more intimate setting. They all seemed to enjoy, and they all reciprocated, even extending the conduct with hugs and kisses for special comments and introductions to new people they hadn't yet met.




Dreams Ch. 04



Even though we'd said "Cocktails," there was sufficient food to feed an army. Everyone ate and about nine o'clock Mar, Walt, Kate, and Dave stripped and went in the pool. The nudity didn't offend any of the attendees, and most, to my ear, said they wish they had time to play more but needed a good night's sleep. The party broke up around ten. It was a work night.

As we all cleaned up, an act that was exceptionally easy with ten people working on it, we also talked about the party.

I asked, "Did anyone leave and not know we were living together in an intimate family setting?"

Mar laughed and said, "No. In my own way I made sure the women all knew what great lays all you guys were."

Peter laughed and retorted, "That's funny, I made sure the guys knew what hot fucks you girls all were."

We all burst out laughing. 

Tom said, "Was anyone put off by the nude swim ... or the fact that we have sex with each other?"

Beth said, "No, I think there was some jealousy that they weren't involved. I talked to Alan and Karen for a while -- together and separately. They both asked a lot of intelligent questions about how we lived together, related to each other, and, from Karen, what it felt like to make love to multiple partners. She was discrete in her questioning."

I asked, "How'd Mark seem? I only got to talk to him for a few minutes. I liked him, but he started talking shop, and I didn't get to any deeper questions or a more social nature."

Mar said, "I talked to him too. I purposely violated his personal space with my little lithe and busty body." She ran her hands up to her tits and then down to her pussy. "I even ran my slightly clad breasts over his arms. There was no mistaking that I was coming on to him. He liked it. I could have had him in another few minutes." She grinned at her bravado.

Dave asked, "Tara?"

Josh said, "She's in. There's little she didn't pick up on while she was here."

Greg said, "I talked to her quite a bit. She asked good questions about how someone older kept up with this crowd. There was no doubt she'd already picked up on the sexual sharing we do."

Linda added, "She asked me if she'd be 'overpowered' by all the testosterone if she were in a group like this. I assured her it was all pleasure. I was pretty blunt too; I told her I'd had more orgasms since we'd fallen in with you guys that I'd had in the past decade."

Greg looked at her and said, "Hey!"

"We got in a rut, dear," Linda told him as she patted his arm. "Unfortunately, there weren't too many orgasms in that rut. Now we're on the right path."

Greg shrugged and looked chagrined.

Tom said, "Then I guess we go to the next level with all of them -- see if they want to come to a sex party Saturday week."

Everyone nodded.

*

Friday before the 'Big O' party, Tom announced that Saturday afternoon temperatures would be in the high seventies. This was good, because it meant, at least early in the evening, that some of us could be outdoors. I was so glad we had a large lot and no neighbors to overlook our activities.

Saturday, Tom, Peter, and Dave set up a bar in the dining room. Linda led the women in making up some hors d'oeuvres -- the kind that replenish energy fast. For laughs, we had huge piles of raw oysters and fresh mushrooms. Greg made some signs to direct our newcomers to the bar, bathrooms and showers, and bedrooms. He turned up the pool heater so the water would be especially inviting as the night cooled. He also put out a huge bowl of condoms -- probably a gross or more. He commented on how he'd had fun buying all those at the drugstore, particularly the look he got, at his age, from the checkout clerk.

The men commandeered Bedrooms A and B, the largest rooms, and moved some of the mattresses into the rooms as well as put in some inflatable king-size mattresses we'd acquired. The upstairs was almost one big mattress wall-to-wall. We made up the beds with, adding, as usual, mattress covers so our body liquids didn't ruin any of the mattresses. 

Beth and Mar installed some sexy lights and a fogger in one of the large sex bedrooms. The fogger spread a smoky mist across the room, and in combination with the slowly moving dance floor lights, gave the place a really sexy feel. They put up some colored lights by the pool, including disco lights that changed color too.

The ten of us ate dinner together. Interestingly enough, the table conversation seemed to cover just about everything except the events expected to unfold later in the evening. 

Duke and Aaron were the first to arrive. I leapt into Duke's arms and also showered Aaron with kisses of welcome. Both looked pleased. Mar and Beth were equally effusive. Close behind them were Beth's family. 

We got drinks for all of them. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Kate before, so I asked her slyly if she was aware of 'the kind of party we were hosting.' She grinned and said, "I hope so."

Walt, Mar's brother, arrived on a motorcycle. She welcomed him with a huge hug and kiss. Close behind him, Josh arrived escorting the gorgeous Tara Emery. Mark Hendricks arrived and got a king's welcome from us all; he seemed anxious but eager. Alan and Karen Vessy arrived last to complete the invitees. Twenty-one of us stood around the bar and adjacent kitchen talking as though there was nothing unusual about to happen -- twelve men and nine women.

After people has stood around socializing for about half an hour -- in that awkward time when no one wanted to be first -- Tom gave a loud whistle and asked everyone to gather on the pool patio. People brought their drinks and filed out the various back doors of the house.

Tom was in a jovial mood as he spoke to the group: "Lovers, we all know why we're here. To get the ball rolling I have two hats -- one for the ladies and one for us gents. Each lady -- and I use the term loosely -- will draw a number. Each man will also draw a number. The idea is to match up your numbers. Now since there are more men than women, three women will fetch two men each to get started with -- those with numbers one, two, and three. Nudity is encouraged. There are some boxes and bags by the front door for clothing. There are two bedrooms upstairs where we're all set up for fun, plus this whole pool and patio area. If you want something more private, you can wander around and find some other space; the house is open."

Tom paused to make sure everyone was hanging on his every word. "You'll all hear a loud gong about an hour from now; upon hearing the gong you are all encouraged to go to Bedroom A upstairs. There's a sign on the door. We are going to have a brief 'All Fuck' at that time. In the 'All Fuck' the ladies will line up side by side, and the guys will spend a minute each fucking each of them. We're doing this so that each guy and each gal can say they got screwed by everyone of the opposite sex."

"Oh, speaking of that, you may certainly join up and have some fun with someone of your own sex. There are no particular rules tonight, except condoms for everyone and 'Stop' means Stop. That's the safe word for everyone. Go be creative, have fun, and fuck your brains out." Everyone laughed.

"Ladies, come and draw your numbers to get us started."

One by one each of the women went up and picked a slip of paper from the first hat that Tom held. Mar, Tara, and Debbie drew one, two, and three, and thus would start with two guys each. Mar looked like she'd died and gone to heaven; Tara also looked pleased. Debbie looked pleased but worried.

Each guy then drew a number. Since all the numbers were in bold magic marker on a three-by-five card, it took minimal time for the couples and groups to form. Mar had Peter and Mark. Tara had Tom and Alan. Debbie ended with Duke and Walt. I ended up coupled with Aaron, Duke's buddy and my friend from the gangbang we'd done months earlier.

Things started almost immediately. Mar was minimally dressed for the occasion. She had Peter and Mark remove her clothing almost immediately, their mouths going wild on her breasts and erect nipples with some serious kissing and licking. Mar then worked on getting the two men undressed. When their cocks finally came into view, she knelt and alternately sucked each guy, showing off how far into her throat she could get the two large cocks. People stood around and watched. Soon she was on a pool lounger with Mark's cock embedded in her twat while she sucked Peter.

I too had dressed in only one real item of clothing, my little black dress. I led Aaron to near the front door and we both stripped, hugging and kissing when we were nude. Aaron left his clothes in a bag, and I carried my dress upstairs as I pulled him along to Bedroom A. 

Debbie was already in the room with Duke and Walt. The two men were nude and she was slowly having here clothes removed in a high sensuous way. There was lots of tongue and mouth action on her body. She had hold of the two cocks, and had a look of pure, unadulterated lust on her face.

Aaron and I made out on one of the mattresses. Two other couples came into the room: Beth and Bill, and Brian and Linda. Soon, the other couples were all fucking in various positions. I asked Aaron, "Do you want to cum, or do you want to marshal your energies as the night goes on."

"Given the proclivity of the male sex organs to wilt and stay wilted after cuming, I believe I will tease myself at this point. You, however, I would like to bring to as many orgasms as I can."

I smiled and opened my body to him. Aaron dove between my legs, his tongue going wild around my vagina and clit. He knew the territory, he'd been there before, and he got me going in nothing flat. After five minutes, I came. He then started a slow fuck with me, and we kissed and talked words of love to each other. I caught up with his life, including the fact that back in Dallas he'd gotten a new girlfriend, one that fully approved of his involvement in this evening and wanted him to bring some friends home. He commented that Duke had been over there for a threesome with him once.

I heard a couple of other male voices in the room say they didn't want to cum just yet, as they wanted to show their best in the 'All Fuck' whenever that started.

And, it started sooner than anyone expected. I heard the gong carry in the windows from outside, and then I heard it downstairs and again in the upstairs hallway. Tom came into the bedroom; Tara and Alan, both his cohorts looked happy and Tara already had that freshly fucked look on her face.

Tom started organizing right away, "Ladies, line up -- side by side. Leave a little room between ... that's it." More and more of the revelers came into the room. I wondered if anyone would skip this and stay their own course, but in the end everyone was there. The women were lying side by side with a foot or so between each of us ... well, except where Mar leaned over and was French kissing Kate; Kate had a finger in Mar's cunt. When Fran saw that she leaned over to Karen and repeated the action. The guys were standing around the edge of the room watching all the pussy and Sapphic action.

Tom said, "We'll start this like a golf scramble, guys take your initial position on the woman nearest you. I'll start us off."

The guys knelt and knee walked to the girls, in some cases penetrating into the welcoming pussies immediately. Three extra guys, Tom being one of them, waited their turns.

Tom said, "I have some special pieces of music with that gong sound in it every 90 seconds. Gentlemen, when you hear the gong, disengage promptly and move to the woman on your right, and get going again. Oh, if you cum, please drop out. You'll just have to make up the circuit on your own time. And ladies, if you cum ... well aren't you lucky." Scattered laughter filled the room.

"Go."

Pat Benatar's Hit Me With Your Best Shot started playing. Laughter rang out again. Aaron had started with me again; he pumped slowly in and out of my body, his long hard cock stroking me towards another orgasm.

Mixed in with the music was a loud gong sound. The men all rotated right, Aaron going to Linda, and Tom slipping to me. "I love you, Ariel," he told me. "I'm so glad we had our dreams and got together."

"I love you, Tom. I love all of this, the fact that so many of us can lust together and love together, and no one, I hope, will end up with their noses out of joint -- at least, I know our ten won't."

"Maybe we should expand the circle. This might be a good test about jealousy -- and about love and caring. Let's see how people do. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

I started to say something, but there was a loud gong sound again. Greg slid in between my legs, and his purple dick sank into my pussy as we assumed the missionary position. "I love you Ariel." We hugged and kissed as his hips oscillated his love stick in and out of me. My juices were flooding.

The circuit continued for about fifteen minutes, until the last man finished. No man had ejaculated, although as I looked I could see half a dozen cocks with bright purple heads -- even through the condoms I could see they were right on the edge.

Four women had cum. I was one of them, along with Linda, Tara, and Fran. Fran admitted to cuming three times. "My God, I haven't been this turned on since I discovered what fucking really was. I need more cock -- right now."

Tom gestured to her pussy. Brian and Walt moved to satisfy her with a double penetration. Most of us watched, but a few people migrated away to find their own sexual satisfaction in a less crowded setting.

Duke captured me at that point. "Darlin' I just been itching for months to get back together with y'all. I hope you're willin' to cuddle up with me a bit right now."

I rose and led Duke down the hall to my own room. We'd have complete privacy there, well almost complete unless someone else was looking for a private place and stumbled into the room.

I pushed Duke down on the bed and mounted him, pushing my breasts around his mouth. He had a moment of indecision: pump into me, or suck on the right or left one first. He chose pump and left.

"I've wanted you ever since you left."

"I didn't think you'd call. I figured it was a one-night thing and you didn't want to see me, Aaron, or Steve again."

"Wrong!"

"I guess there's a place for long-distance love around here. I hear that word a lot." He chuckled and added, "I'm hearing the expression 'Fuck me' a lot too."

I said, "We haven't really done anything like this since that night with you. The family was all getting horny for a sex party, so this is the result."

"I could spend the whole night with just you."

"Sometime soon," I promised. "For now, make love to me; then we're both going back and enjoy the party."

Duke pumped up into me, fondling and sucking on my breasts. I rubbed into his body and soon, too soon, we came in a blaze of passion and rush of cum from his body to mine, blocked by the contraceptive we'd all promised to use.

"I never get tired of you, darlin'" He crooned to me in his Texas drawl.

"We'll make some time for just us if that would make you happy. The group likes you. You could always hang around here when you up north like this."

"You tempt me ... actually with that offer, I accept."

"It means you'd probably find you want to spread your charms around."

"You mean to Mar and Beth?"

"Yes, and there are others now: Linda and Fran, for instance. We may have more after tonight."

Duke smiled at me. You sound like a siren, seducing me into your web of love and passion.

"That's the idea." 

We kissed and cooed at each other for a few more minutes. Duke pushed to be sure I was serious about my offer for him to stay at the house when he was working in the city. I was.

When we decided to move we went back downstairs, got some wine, and went out by the pool to see what was happening there. I stood in amazement at the show before me.

Walt, Mar's brother, had moved his motorcycle to the patio. It was on its stand. Tara was lying on her back atop the bike's seat, her arms stretched out over the handlebars, and her legs pulled back with toes pointed away from her. Walt straddled the bike at the back facing Tara, his long cock plunging in and out of her pussy.

Tara's body shook with each inward thrust Walt made -- and so did the bike, but somehow it hadn't toppled over. Her full breasts swayed and oscillated in time with his thrusts, an erotic scene by themselves -- without the rest of the sex act they were performing.

Tara was letting out little "Eooou" and "Ugggh" sounds that each had a tone of great enjoyment to them. She also often used one hand or the other to grab Walt's body and pull it into her harder.

A few feet away Mark Hendricks sat in one of the padded patio chairs. Linda sat in his lap reverse cowgirl with her shapely legs spread apart, and his cock visibly buried deep in her cunt. Linda moved slowly up and down the full length of his rod, while both of them watched Tara and Walt. 

Next to them, Tom and Karen -- Alan's wife and a friend of Fran -- were in a sixty-nine on one of the large loungers. Tom was on the bottom with his full shaft wavering in the night air. Karen's body hovered above Tom, his head buried between her legs and his tongue flicking around her vaginal opening and her clitoris. Periodically, Karen's mouth captured Tom's cock and inhaled the entire erection down her throat until her nose pressed into his pubes. Both were making sex noises -- signals of pleasure to each other that said: "Do more of that, right there, hurry, more, more, more."

Bill -- Beth's stepfather -- stood in the pool halfway between the shallow and deep ends performing cunnilingus on Fran as she sat on the pool edge her legs dangling in the water on either side of him, her head back and her eyes closed in some ecstasy I could only imagine. I smiled inwardly at the journey Fran had been on for the past few months -- really the past decade: an abused and raped wife, bringing her marriage to crisis state, and then processing the divorce after a particularly nasty night at the hands of her drunken husband. She had weathered the storm and come out stronger, and amazingly, ready to love again as she had demonstrated in the family.

Nearby, Brian -- Beth's brother -- floated oblivious to the sex being engaged in around him. I assumed he was refreshing himself for another assignation.

Mar came out of the house and stood beside me for a moment. She gave me a sheepish grin of happiness. Cum covered her breasts and face, a large splatter running from the corner of her mouth up past her ear and into her hair, and another on the other side of her face. Some cum had dripped down on her breast, and looked ready to succumb to gravity.

"I'll try some of that," I said with lust. I ran my finger from below her breast, past her erect nipple -- making her jerk at the erotic sensation, and then into the dollop of white male juice, capturing the emission on my finger. I sucked on it, trying to identify the source and the flavor.

Mar said, "It's from Aaron ... or Peter." She gave me her cocky grin again and then studied Tara's arriving orgasm as she writhed atop the motorcycle.

Kate -- Beth's sister and the youngest person at the house that night -- came out behind Mar. She put her arm around Duke and gave him an invitational smile. He towered a whole head or more above her diminutive stature. He pulled her to him, smiled at me, and then the two of them walked back into the house. Kate looked very happy with the coupling she'd just made.

A pair of familiar hands snaked under my arms and fastened onto my breasts, fingers deftly and lightly pinching my nipples between them and bringing them to an erect state. Lips kissed my neck and nibbled up my neck to my ear. Alan whispered in my ear, "Ariel, I have looked forward to being with you all night long -- since our All Fuck. Are you available or is your dance card full?"




Dreams Ch. 04



I turned my body into his arms and kissed him, our naked bodies pressing together. Somehow I even managed to trap Alan's engorged cock between my legs, right where it rubbed against my swollen labia. "I'll pencil you in right now. What kind of a dance would you like to do?"

"I'd like to do a dance of love with you ... perhaps on that lounger over there next to Tom and my wife."

"Will you find that worrisome or erotic?"

"I'm a pervert ... duh, that's why we're all here tonight. I could watch Karen get it from someone else all night long. I guess I'm a closet cuckold. The benefit is that I get to enjoy some of our friends too."

I led Alan to the lounger and we lay down. About ten feet away, Tom was not slowly pumping up and down into Karen's body as she rode him in traditional cowgirl fashion. She was sexy, particularly the way her mature breasts bounced as she bumped up and down.

Alan lay down next to me, but I slid down the lounger before he could say anything further. I instructed, "You watch Karen while I suck on your cock. Enjoy watching her being loved."

I massaged Alan's cock, recalling as I did a dream I'd had months earlier where I'd massaged a cock in my sleep. This one was amazingly like the one I remembered from my dream.

Alan groaned at one point and stopped me. "Let's switch," He said. "I'm near cuming, but I want to be inside you when I do, if that's all right. Besides, I want to eat you."

"I haven't washed from my last ... coupling, but we wore a rubber." I moved up the lounger.

Alan said with a tone of excitement "That's even better. I know I'll like how you taste. You're kisses are like fine wine, a I think there's a perfect correlation with pussy taste."

He made me laugh, but then his tongue zeroed in on my clit and I jerked to a serious sexual state where my focus was on orgasm, his and mine, as well as the hedonistic pleasure we'd enjoy in getting to that blissful state.

As Alan's tongue did wonders around my pussy, I glanced over a Tom and Karen -- they were both facing us, and he was spooned in behind her. They were now watching us. I blew them a kiss, and asked, "You guys OK with this?"

Karen responded, "This one night has answered almost every fantasy we've ever had. I hope this is the first of many we enjoy with you and your friends. And, watching Alan go down on you is really hot; it's almost as though I can feel is tongue on me too."

I watched as Karen raised her leg, and Tom inserted his full cock into her vagina. She pushed down on him and closed her eyes in a moment of bliss at the sensation he raised in her. 

Suddenly, we heard a series of shrieks of joy from Tara. We all turned to watch as Walt pounded into her body, and they both crested into their orgasms. Tara's arms encircled Walt's upper body as he bent over her in his last throes of pumping cum into her. Somehow the pair had managed to stay atop the motorcycle's narrow seat. 

As they finished a round of applause erupted from those that had been watching their little sex show atop the motorcycle. The pair made small waves to us in greeting, and then dismounted from the bike with some degree of awkwardness -- and certainly no modesty. I noted Walt pulling the condom off of his still engorged cock and depositing it in a nearby trash bin.

Brian had gotten out of the pool. I heard him walk up to Tom and Karen after he'd dried off and ask, "Karen, have you have had a double pen? I heard your comment about having almost every fantasy answered; I was wondering if you'd tried that one?"

Karen extended her arms forward to him in a gesture to join her and Tom. "Come. I've only done anal a couple of times, but if you're gentle and have some lube you can have my ass."

"

Brian moved in and the pair kissed as Tom looked over her shoulder and continued to pump his cock in and out of her cunt.

Alan slowed in the cunnilingus he'd been giving to me so that he could watch his wife. The trio rearranged, with Tom lying down and Karen mounting him in the cowgirl position.

Across the short distance I could see the inviting nature of her pucker. Brian picked up one of the tubes of flavored sexual lubricant we'd scattered around the house and patio. After he rolled a condom onto his cock he smeared a liberal amount of the lube on Karen's ass, pushing some inside her with his right thumb. 

Karen adopted a very peaceful attitude, a slight smile on her face as her eyes closed. Tom made small thrusts into her pussy from below. Brian then knelt on the lounger, and pushed gently and slowly into Karen's ass. After a few initial pumps back and forth, I saw his cock sink even deeper into her rear door. A few pumps after that he bottomed out, amazing since Tom was deep in the adjacent cavity -- his cock mostly in her dripping cunt. I watched Karen take in a huge amount of air and slowly exhale.

I said to Alan, "You should go let Karen suck on you while she's being double fucked. I bet it'll make her night." 

He nodded, rose from our lounger, and closed the space to his wife and her two friends as they pumped into her body. He pulled the rubber off his dick. As he neared her, he said, "Suck on this too."

Karen inhaled her husband's cock. She was clearly in sexual heaven. After a few minutes, I heard her say, "Have Ariel bring her pussy to me."

I went to her and lay so my hips were next to Tom's head. I spread my legs; Karen leaned in and started to tongue my pussy, inviting more of my juices to flow. I gave into her ministrations as I leaned against Alan. Alan frequently kissed Karen and me. Brian even leaned forward and ate my pussy too.

Alan had brought me into my climax zone. It didn't take long for Karen to bring me to an orgasm. I crested, but Karen didn't stop. I enjoyed the wash of pleasure though me, and then as she continued I turned and started to suck on her husband. He smiled at me.

Our posture was awkward. Alan said, "Come. Let's go back to our lounger."

Seconds later, I lay back as Alan sank his re-clad cock into my pussy. I moaned. I was so sexually keyed up, almost every move, every advance, and every touch brought me near an orgasm. 

Alan frequently glanced at his wife being simultaneous fucked in ass and pussy by Tom and Brian. He had what I call a 'blue veiner' -- a cock swollen so rigidly with blood that the veins on the outside stand out and the glans turns pinky blue or purple. Fucking is so much better with the right equipment. We fucked at a measured pace, Alan trying to synchronize our orgasms to that of his wife and her friends. 

I heard the first signal and knew relief would be forthcoming soon: Karen started to make little noises just like Beth and Mar do when they get near cuming. I heard Brian announce, "I'm near;" and Tom echoed the point. 

Karen's pussy started to spasm around Tom's cock, her ass clenching even tighter around Brian's rod as she started to cum. Both men blasted cum into her body, the emissions caught by their condoms.

Alan sped up, his hips becoming a blur in front of my body, and then his body arched and I could feel his cock surge as jet after jet filled his Trojan. I came again too.

Everyone rested for a minute, and then I heard Karen call her husband over: "Alan, just pull out. Don't touch that condom." She turned to Tom and Brian and repeated her request, "You guys stay there too."

As Alan reached his wife, Brian pulled out of her ass and she rolled off Tom so she was on her back. She peeled the condom off Alan's penis and spilled the contents of the rubber onto her chest. She rubbed the cum into her body, even up her neck.

Karen said, "Now, you two."

Brian pulled his condom off and handed it to Karen. She spilled the contents into her breasts, this time pulling globules of the liquid up to her mouth. She repeated the act with Tom's rubber. 

I had moved to her side too. I knelt on a towel, licked at the pool of combined cum on her chest, and then kissed her, smearing some of the cum on my own breasts in the kiss and driving the sexual mixture from my mouth deep into Karen's mouth. We snowballed the cum back and forth.

Alan said in a voice full of awe, "That is positively the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen." Even Tom and Brian made 'outstanding' comments.

We finally stopped our kiss. Karen smiled at the four of us. She said, "Thank you. You just created an hour in my life I will never forget -- this whole night. If I didn't know I was a sexual creature before, I sure do now. My God, that was wonderful."

I stood and said, "I'm going to take a dip in the pool. Company invited."

Tom, Brian, and I walked down the stairs into the pool and floated away from each other for a moment. Alan lay beside his wife, and we watched as the pair French kissed and cooed at each other.

Tom swam up to me, "You having fun. This was sort of your idea."

I just grinned widely at him, willingly taking credit for a group decision.

After my swim and drying off, I invited Tom and Brian for a round of loving, but they both pleaded they needed some time for recovery. Brian looked sad that he couldn't satisfy the invitation from a horny woman; I went and kissed him, and then promised him a rain check. He looked slightly more satisfied.

I wandered back into the house, got another drink, and then prowled around from room to room to see what great sexual adventures were underway. 

Greg and Debbie were in recovery mode on the living room sofa. They'd apparently created another threesome while we had our mini-orgy on the patio. In Bedroom A, Duke and Beth were just climaxing. Beside them Josh and Kate were fucking like rabbits; at the rate they were going their either explode into some sexual atomic bomb or cum in less than a minute. Dave lay beside the pair stroking his wilting cock.

Now, I realized a sad fact about male physiology, namely that men need a recovery time, whereas women -- horny women -- can go round after round after round. Armed with this recall, I found Mar and Aaron in Bedroom B.

I whispered in Mar's ear, "Are you feeling any Sapphic tendencies tonight?" I kissed her and grinned at her.

Mar grinned back and said, "Just say where, and I'll be there." She thought for a moment and said, "What about our toys?"

"Great idea. Stay here I'll be back."

I went down to our Toy Closet, and got the box with many of our public toys in it. We had public toys that we all played with, and then each of us had our own vibrators, fleshlights, and other little toys we played with on our own. I brought the box to Bedroom B.

Mar grinned at me as I brought the box in. Aaron looked interested in the toys and started to examine them. 

I said to them, "I'll get some others and be back."

Back in Bedroom A, I suggested to Beth and Kate that they might like to have a Girl's Event next door. I caught Debbie in the living room, and then Linda, Fran, Tara, and Karen out on the patio. 

A few minutes later, the Girl's Event started. 

Bedroom B was the second largest of the upstairs bedrooms. We'd taken most of the furniture out of the room and put six king-size mattresses on the floor, tied together at their handles so cracks wouldn't form between them, and foam rubber inserts used to fill in the cracks. Things had multiple layers of protective coverings, mattress pads, and sheets, and more sheets, covering everything. We had the world's largest mattress. Add to that the slowly moving colored lights, some dim table lights, and nine nude and horny women, and you had the den of iniquity that we'd created.

Personally, I marveled at the diversity the women on the floor represented. We came in all sizes, shapes, skin colors, and ages. Yet, we shared many common traits: we loved each other unconditionally, and we loved the men that surrounded us sitting around the perimeter of the room. We also believed in open and fun relationships, extending that thinking past traditional sexual boundaries.

Three circles of women formed: Kate, Tara, and I were in one of them. We chose to start on Kate, our youngest member. Tara and I were tender and loving, kissing eyelids, running our tongues in her ears, and searching for erogenous zones that made her writhe. 

We sucked on breasts, and then, inevitably, I found myself with my tongue buried in Kate's cunt. She tasted like an exquisite French dinner. Her juices flowed.

Tara produced a single ice cube, and as I watched made love to Kate with it, running the cube from the tip of her toes up to her forehead. She dripped some of the melting water from her fingers into Kate's open mouth, then brought the cube to her cleavage and breasts, exciting her nipples and areola. 

I moved aside so Tara could use the cube in Kate's pussy area, and she did it with skill. Kate writhed from side to side, yet every now and then I heard her whisper "More." Tara ran the cube up and down Kate's labia, even pushing her iced fingers into her vagina.

Kate shrieked into an orgasm.

A minute later I received the same treatment, cunnilingus and Tara's skillful use with the remnant of the melting cube. As primed as I was, Tara brought me to a wonderful wash of exotic pleasure as Kate French kissed me. I could taste myself on Kate's tongue. 

Kate and I dug in the toy box and each got a vibrator. We started the two cock-like shafts, and started to work Tara over with them, running them over every part of her body interspersed with our own mouths, tongues, and fingers. 

Tara had achieved that nirvana where life is one continuous orgasm. We just kept cresting her with almost everything we did. A touch of a vibrating stick to her breasts and she'd come; my tongue on her clit brought her off; Kate's tongue thrust in her vagina brought her off; a vibrator shoved into her ass made her peak; and an additional vibrator sunk deep into her cunt made her peak even higher. 

We held the two vibrators in Tara's body as she spasmed over and over again. Finally, she pleaded with us, "OH, GOD, YOU'RE KILLING ME. PLEASE STOP." We'd agreed that 'Stop' was the safe word. Kate and I each pulled our vibrators from Tara's body; I dragged mine across her clit one more time -- and Tara's back arched yet again and she spasmed again into my arms.

Kate and I moved to kiss her. 

Tara had tears running down her cheeks. "Oh, God, I love you guys, but I couldn't take it anymore. I've never cum like that before ... over and over. I was in some other galaxy." She hugged us to her nubile body, her lush breasts pushing into ours.

As our trio had made Sapphic love to each other, I'd occasionally watched to see what the other women were doing. Mar, Debbie, and Linda had a dildo they took turns using on each other, along with some vibrating eggs that seemed to get pushed deep into various pussies. Beth, Karen, and Fran seemed similarly engaged. 

The men mostly sat around the edge of the room watching the sex show and stroking their cocks. I was pleased to see a few of them rise to 'Action' status. I made note that Duke was one of them; I'd pegged him as someone I'd like to sleep with that night. I made eye contact with him, indicating that I wanted his boner inside me. He smiled and aimed his love stick at me, pretending to fire a large weapon in my direction. We both laughed.

The hour was now late. We invited everyone to grab a blanket and curl up with someone they loved for the night ... or continue fucking their way into dreamland. People wandered off in various directions. 

Josh and Tara came to Tom and me, and said they were going back to Tara's for the night. Tara hugged me tightly, our nude bodies enjoying a last hedonist contact for a while. "I can't tell you how this night has changed my life. We'll talk more." She kissed me and Tom and left to collect her clothing. Josh winked at me and said, "I'm sure she wants to join us permanently."

Bill, Debbie, Brian, and Kate also decided to leave and go home. We all hugged and kissed. Kate also whispered in my ear, "I'll be back -- a lot. This is the life style I want ... I don't mean just the sex; I mean the feeling of being loved so much here -- of belonging."

Mark also left, with appropriate hugs and comments about a wonderful and mind-blowing evening. I told him I thought a perfect hostess should give a guest a nice send off; thus, I dropped to my knees and sucked on his cock for a minute, only bringing the well-used and flaccid penis to a slightly tumescent state. I told him he'd recover and that he should bring 'that' back sometime soon. We laughed and he left.

I watched the pairings with interest as Duke stood beside me. He whispered to me: "Can Aaron join us?" 

I said, "Oh, yes, definitely."

Tom and Karen migrated to one corner of the big bedroom, asking if we could turn off the disco lights. I did. Alan and Mar went to an adjacent mattress, and cuddled into each other. Peter and Linda headed off to Bedroom A, as did Greg, Walt, and Beth. Dave and Fran headed off to his room. I wondered how much sleep some of the combinations would get.

Duke, Aaron, and I went down the hallway to my room. A half-hour later, I fell into a sweaty pile yet the epitome of ecstatic joy. I slept sandwiched between the two-hunky men.

Several of us -- me included -- had worn themselves out sexually. I had a sore pussy and ass come Sunday morning. I begged off further penetration with anyone, much to my regret. It took me a couple days to return to 'Ready' status. Mar suffered the same fate. 

My mouth worked just fine. I woke up Duke and Aaron with blowjobs that curled their toes, gave me a morning dose of protein, and left me satisfied that I could please my lovers. 

I slipped on Duke's shirt and left the satisfied men, heading down to the kitchen. Beth was up too, wearing a robe that kept coming undone and displaying her nude body. I asked if her sleeping partners were awake.

Beth grinned at me and lapped her lips. "I hope so; I started their day with wakeup blowjobs."

I laughed and shared that I'd done the same thing. 

Dave and Fran appeared. The four of us did our morning ritual of hugs and kisses, and then started to prepare pancakes and French toast for everyone.

One by one, our various partners from the night before wandered into the kitchen. We set up a buffet and people helped themselves to our various cooking endeavors. No one went to eat outside; the cool night had changed to a cool morning with broken clouds and a cutting breeze. Everyone stayed inside.

One point Beth and I noted as we cooked was that the kitchen was now too small for a family our size. We needed a second dishwasher, a larger sink, a second range, a second oven, and a huge refrigerator.

After breakfast and getting dressed in warmer clothes everyone pitched in to restore the house to what passed for normal. Bedding was stripped and washes started. Mattresses in the common rooms were returned to proper quarters, or put back into storage. A crew in the kitchen worked on washing, drying, and putting away last night's plates and utensils, as well as the breakfast settings. With so many hands working it all went fast.

Alan and Karen came and kissed us all goodbye, making us all promise to have them back again soon. Both talked about wanting to be family members, pledging their love for all of us, as well as support for any family activities. 

We joked with Walt about needing to clean the pussy juice and cum off his motorcycle seat. I think we actually embarrassed him, but he was a good sport about it. I heard words of love from him too, and he rode off into the late morning.

Duke and Aaron were the next to leave; they'd driven out from the core city in a rental car. Duke fawned all over me, trying to lure me down to Texas for a weekend, or getting me to commit to going on a longer weekend with him someplace -- anyplace! I was indefinite, so he turned and invited all of us. We laughed. 




Dreams Ch. 04



I knew I was Duke's favorite, but he fit in well with everyone. We told him to stay in touch and let us know when he'd be back in the city again. Hugs and kisses led to their departure.

*

The ten of us that were the core family sat around the living room on the chilly autumn day -- fifteen or twenty degrees colder than the previous day. Tom built a fire in the living room fireplace, so the room invited friendship and warmth.

We talked about the previous night, with gales of laughter and appreciation for all of the night's activities. I was frankly surprised at how open we all were about our sexual activities. The tone was almost like talking about a vacation or a sporting event we all participated in, but instead it was commemorating the five-some on the back patio, the motorcycle fuck, the cunnilingus on the kitchen counter, the threesome in the living room, the lesbian circles late in the evening, and of course, the 'All Fuck' we'd all participated in. There were other couplings of various combinations too, but these were the high points.

I raised an interesting topic of conversation, "Lovers, both Kate and Tara said to me as they were leaving that they wanted to be 'in the family' in so many words. I'm sure one of us will get a call from each of them. Alan and Karen want in too, and probably Duke, Aaron, and the rest of our guests."

Tom said, "I love them all; why wouldn't we be open to new people -- so long as they share our philosophy and tolerate this life style."

Beth said, "I have a related issue, and it might even get worse if other people want to move in with us, namely, the house needs expansion and make over here and there." She looked apologetically at Greg and Linda, but neither one did anything except nod approval for her idea.

She went on, "Ariel and I were talking while we did breakfast this morning. We need a second one of everything in the kitchen, or just a plain larger kitchen with more of a restaurant level set of appliances. The pantry needs enlargement; carrying up stuff from the basement at mealtime is getting old real fast. We need another washer and dryer; to work off the loads as a result of last night will take us into mid-week with the one machine and dryer." She paused, everyone was paying attention, "And, last, we need more bedrooms."

Greg said, "I still have a set of sketches our architect did years ago for a more bedrooms over the four car garage. With the hall in the middle, you could add four bedrooms and two baths up there."

Linda said, "I've watched us in the kitchen too. If we took one of the garage bays we could enlarge the kitchen into that space, adding appliances and such as you mentioned."

Tom said, "Before we jump into this, let's take stock of our finances and resources. These are all big ticket items." He paused and added, "Besides, who's to say that still other people won't want to be with us as well. All good ideas, but let's see where all this might take us -- financially, emotionally, and any other way you can think about." 

*

Tara called me Monday morning, almost pleading with me to have a private lunch with her. I agreed and we met at Panerra's, a 'healthy choice' lunch and coffee spot. After we purchased our salads and teas, we went and sat in a small fenced-in courtyard just outside the restaurant's side door. 

Tara looked deep into my eyes and pleaded, "What does someone like me have to do to join your family -- your circle?"

I smiled and said, "You're still feeling orgasms from the weekend?"

She laughed and said, "No, it's not just that. It's all of you, and how you fit together. I'm in love with all of you, and, as you guessed, I started with Josh. I like what you say about your outlook on life, on relationships, on each other, your open sexuality, and your spirituality. I like that you're all equals, and that you collectively problem solve. I want all that in my life. I've lived with two guys and had proposals of marriage from two others, and none even come close to what I see you guys have going."

"Where'd you hear all of that? Josh?"

Tara nodded, "Josh had said to talk to you. We've had long talks over the past month. 

"I hope he explained the downside of our lives. We pool our funds, at least a lot of them. The house takes a lot to run. You give up a lot of privacy. There's an expectation that you'll be sexual and engaging even though we say you can opt out. Each of us has our idiosyncrasies and our perversions. It's a bit like living in a combined sorority and fraternity house at the same time, without the right attitude, someone will always be doing or have done something that pisses you off."

"But you don't act that way."

I said, "No, I have the right attitude. We are caring and thoughtful about each other -- I really mean it when I say we love each other ... and it's a deep love. I think it goes beyond traditional family."

"That's what Josh said." She paused and added, "He told me ... about the two of you. I mean I think that's so special. It's made me rethink my relationship with my older brother and his wife, although I haven't done anything about it."

"There's another issue that'll come up fairly soon too -- at least for some of us."

"What's that?" Tara asked.

"Children. Tom and Peter are approaching forty, and I've heard them mention not wanting to be approaching sixty with college tuition due. I'm in prime childbearing years, and so are Marcella, Beth, and Fran. You would be too. Greg and Linda have had their brood; they're a generation older. So all of sudden, if we start to honor our hormones, we're going to start popping out babies all over the place, THEN what kind of life will we have at the house?"

Tara asked, "Have you all talked about it -- together?"

I was pensive for moments and said, "No. I think we're going to have some interesting talk real soon though. Things have just been too hectic."

We paused and ate. I tried to measure how loud my biological clock was ticking, but I felt I could go either way on the issue right now. It wasn't something I wanted to postpone forever.

Tara asked again, "So back to my original question, what would it take for me to be part of your family?"

I smiled, leaned in and kissed her, and said, "Darling, you already are."

Tears came to Tara's eyes as I held her neck after my kiss. She stammered out, "What do you mean?"

"We talked about you yesterday afternoon. We're all in love with you. Kate too, and all the others that were there last night. You see we all pick good friends, and our friends have friends like us too. We all make it so easy to love each other and each other's friends."

"Oh, thank you." A tear of joy rolled down her cheek.

I realized as I sat there I knew the emotional and sexual side of Tara, but little about what she did other than date and love my brother. I asked her, "Tell me about the other side of Tara -- the part I don't know about."

Tara began, "Well, I run a restaurant in a hotel in the city. We're just about to enlarge the place, so I've been spending a lot of my extra time with architects and contractors figuring out how to do that, picking new equipment, and such. It's fun. I really love my work, but the hours can be a little crazy."

"How's that?"

"Well, some days I have to go down to the early morning fish markets, meat markets, and produce markets, order up things for a day or so, and then I normally work from before lunch through the dinner hours. I share some of that with my sous-chef."

"My God, when do you sleep?"

"I grab naps here and there."

"You might want to note that it takes about forty minutes to get into the city from the house. That's got to enter into your planning for after you move in. You are moving in with us aren't you?"

Tara's positively beamed from ear to ear: "Yes, when? I can leave my apartment instantly!"

I laughed and said, "You choose. This weekend? You'll have lots of help -- this is a working family."

*

Kate called Tom on Wednesday and asked for a 'private lunch.' Guessing the topic, Tom asked me to accompany him.

Kate was already seated at the Chinese Buffet when Tom and I walked in. She'd taken a table in a corner where she wouldn't be disturbed.

"Oh, Ariel, I didn't know you were coming."

Tom spoke, "I think I know what your conversation is about. Ariel and I have no secrets from each other, so I asked her to come too. I think she'll be helpful to you and what you want to do."

Kate looked puzzled, and said, "Well, all right, I guess." She looked into Tom's eyes and said, "What I wanted to talk about with you was becoming part of your family -- moving in with you guys at the house ..."

*

We moved Tara and Kate to the house on Saturday. Bill and Debbie, Kate's parents, got a large U-Haul truck and helped too. I was surprised to learn that Bill was a contractor, building custom high-end homes. Beth had never mentioned it.

I have always thought of myself as smart and able to make connections, but it took me until Sunday afternoon to connect the dots.

The dots I had been working on at the moment were the distance between Tara's two breasts. She lay next to me panting from a sexual workout and love making session with Dave and me. I was licking one breast, returning the nipple to a highly aroused state, and then dragging my salivating tongue across her chest to her other breast, making a big deal of having to climb around and around the breast to gain altitude, so I could reach the peak -- her other areola and nipple. As I licked, I also encountered some of the cum that Dave had splattered there in his last orgasm, when he withdrew and blasted shot after shot of his man juice up her body. Dave lay on Tara's other side so that she could occasionally lap and suck on his flaccid penis.

"See, if I connect this dot ... all the way over here ... and up this steep mountain ... where I have to go around and around ... collecting all this interesting goo along the way ... I get to this interesting dot over here ... and ... OH, MY GOD! I GOT IT."

Dave and Tara watched as I shot out of bed and into the bathroom. I emerged seconds later, hopping into my shorts and talking like a wild woman. "Tara, you're about to have a whole restaurant kitchen you want to get rid of -- RIGHT?"

Tara looked at me like a mad woman and slowly said, "RIIIGGGGHHHHT."

I looked at Dave and said, "And, Bill's a contractor, right?"

"Right."

"There's our new addition over the garage and remodeled kitchen. I've GOT to tell the others."

I flew out the door as I buttoned the top of my shirt. I ignored the fact that I had cum seeping down my leg -- as someone later pointed out, and that I smelled like Tara's pussy -- as someone else pointed out with great interest in where I'd left her.

*

Dinner that night was a buzz with my idea. Tara itemized the items in her hotel's kitchen that they were going to trash or sell off at next to nothing, yet they all worked just fine but wouldn't meet the needs of the larger kitchen the hotel wanted in their expansion. Kate had already called her father and talked to him about redesigning the kitchen and adding bedrooms. He'd promised to come back to the house on Tuesday night, joining us all for dinner, and looking at the sketches and hearing our ideas for a bigger home.

Greg dug out his architects 'sketches' that happily turned out to be a pretty robust set of plans that would result in ripping the roof off the garage and building a new second story on it."

Tom, Dave, Beth, and I sketched out our ideas for the enlarged kitchen, pushing it not only into the nearest garage bay, but also five additional feet into the patio space. Doing that, we could re-jig some of the second floor space over the existing kitchen, and create another bedroom and bath.

Tuesday evening, Bill and Debbie arrived for dinner and our 'free' consultation. Kate was positively glowing by the time they arrived. She'd made love with me, and been at least twice with every male in the house since she'd arrived three days earlier. While she seemed sex starved and on sexual adrenalin, she exuded love out of every pore, and her infectious happiness clearly influenced her parents. I also figured her to have nymphomaniac tendencies like the rest of the family's females.

I noted that as she kissed her mother and father that she ground her hips into each member of the family. Her sister Beth did too. I love families that love one another.

Before dinner, while we still had some exterior light, Tom, Greg, Beth, and I walked Bill around the house gesturing at what we wanted to do. Bill took notes on a clipboard and even made some sketches of his own. 

In the garage Bill used a long piece of rebar and a sledge hammer to probe around the base of the columns that ran into the dirt floor; he told us he was trying to get a feel for the size of the footings. After that he climbed into the various attics of the house with a flashlight to get a feel for the construction over the garage and kitchen. Lastly, we spent a half hour with wine and cheese looking at the sketches Greg's architect had done as well as the ones some of us had done the day before. 

Bill made some additional notes on his pad and then suggested we gather around. He spoke in a friendly manner to us, "Roughly, you want to add about 2,000 to 2,500 square feet of space. In round numbers, with all the finish work inside and out you'd be talking about close to $200,000 or more."

We all inhaled at the price. I knew it would break the bank, even with the new income we'd just added to the 'housed' family from Tara and Kate.

Bill said, "Don't panic. I know I can do better than that. For one, my estimate would include some standard kitchen cabinets and appliances, but you already have some of those, plus you might be able to capture some cabinets from Tara's employer when they renovate."

"Additionally, I have a vested interest in this family, so you'd get the family rate -- the two daughter rate, if you will. Plus, you all made me very happy at your party a week ago. I could get used to that." Debbie jabbed him in the ribs, but she was smiling and nodding.

"Last, you have some good footings under the garage and the roof consists of well built trusses. We can use both, literally raising the roof and building a new second story under it, then lowering the existing roof onto the new construction -- that'll save a lot."

"If you can let me use this work as filler for my crews over the winter, I think we can get the cost under $100,000. Moreover, I'm willing to finance the whole thing for you at zero percent interest as long as some of my kids are living here."

The whole family had stood around the table as Bill talked. We all looked at each other and nodded. Tom said, "Well, we just voted, and it looks like we have a deal. What do we need to do?"

Beth threw herself into her father's arms; "Oh, thank you Daddy." She showered him with kisses until Kate nuzzled in so she could have some of the action. I decided that looked interesting; I winked at Mar. She and I supplanted Beth and Kate, and then Linda and Fran replaced us in Bill's lap. Finally, Debbie slipped into her husband's lap and kissed him too.

Bill actually blushed.

It was a late dinner, but we were all happy about the pending disruption in the house as we added so much space. I knew the whole project would take nine months or more, but it would be so gratifying to be able to expand the family and be under one roof. 

After dinner we made pairings and doublings for the night. Bill and Debbie had come prepared to stay overnight this time. Dave and Tom went off with Debbie. Beth and I spent the night with Bill. We wanted to be sure he was a happy contractor as well as a dedicated member of the family, even though he wasn't going to live with us.

Kate seduced Josh and Peter into a night of pleasure. Greg went off with Linda and Fran with a big smile on his face. I loved watching all my lovers go off with each other happy and smiling in anticipation.

*

We ran into a problem with the zoning board when Bill went to get the permits for the house. The property was zoned as either farm or residential "1" -- a rating that implied a single-family dwelling. The zoning czar thought we were really an apartment house or a hotel.

Six of us sat with glum expressions on our face as Bill shared his conversation with the zoning department that afternoon. He admonished us, the worst is that they want to come and see exactly what your living arrangements are now. How do you explain this -- how you live -- to someone like that? This guy's old school too."

"What'd you tell him? How'd you leave it?"

"He's coming here tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock to see for himself. He has the plans I've drawn up too."

"Do we need a lawyer?"

Bill was thoughtful for a moment. "This guy may be old school, but I think he's got a soft spot in his heart for the right story -- and maybe it's your story. I think a few of you should be here to talk to him about what you're doing. I'll be here too." 

"Who?" Tom asked, as he looked around at the small group.

Bill said, "Tom, you seem to be the carrier of the philosophy, so you should be here to explain that to him; Ariel too, for the feminine voice. I think Beth should be here since she's my daughter, and it would link the project to my contracting work. Last, I think Greg should be here as the previous owner; he has some wonderful things to say about why he sold the house to you guys and what you did for Linda and him. With me here, that'll be five -- and that's enough. We don't want to over power him or he'll balk."

A day later, the five of us stood with Marcus Emerson as he examined the house one more time from the outside. It was a crisp autumn day, the kind that gives you an extra bounce to your step. Tom and Beth had given him a walkthrough of the house, pointing out the renovations we hoped to make as well as many of things that made us a family, including our eclectic collection of furniture.

Marcus had said almost nothing since his arrival other than 'Show me the house" prior to the walkthrough. Now he stood, feet in a firm stance and in connection with ground. He was in his sixties, a taciturn individual that clearly liked to think on things while others watched his internal deliberations.

"You say twelve of you live here now?" He asked.

Tom responded, "Yes. We are what one of my west coast friends calls an Intentional Family."

Marcus thought a minute and probed further, "Is that like a commune?"

I replied, "Yes, we also all love each other -- to be honest, we're sort of a group marriage."

Marcus studied me for at least a full minute. I think he was testing to see if I was telling the truth or hiding something from him. I resisted breaking eye contact with him, feeling that whomever quit first would be the loser of the decision pending about our property."

Marcus broke eye contact first. My 'inside me' did a little silent cheer. He said, "And you don't pay rent, right?"

I replied, "Right. We are all shareholders in the ownership of the house through a limited liability corporation that our family lawyer set up. We fund the corporation and the corporation pays off the purchase loan. A partnership of the residents handles the operating expenses. I could put you in touch with the lawyer if that would make your life easier. We'd pay the bill, of course."

"No, no," Marcus said. "That won't be necessary."

He was silent a long time and then he said to none of us in particular, "Forty years ago I fell in love with a woman my age -- her name was Misty. She wanted me to move into a commune with her; she loved the other people in it, and knew they loved her."

He let another long lapse of silence intervene. Tom looked like he was ready to say something to fill the space, but I gave him an evil stare that shut him up.




Dreams Ch. 04



Marcus said, "I'd been raised in a strict Episcopalian home. I was conflicted about ... well, things at the time. I didn't have a rebellion like other kids my age." Another long silence passed and then he finished his thought: "I didn't move in with Misty ... and to this day I've regretted that decision."

Marcus didn't say another word. He just walked to the car belonging to the township, started the engine, and drove away. As he left, I swore I could see a tear rolling down his cheek.

Bill and Tom stood their mouths agape. Tom finally said, "Well, what was his decision?"

I said unequivocally, "He's approved our application."

Later, I had to explain it to Tom, Greg, and Bill in detail. Beth understood. I guess it was a female thing -- something based on long-held emotions about stories and regrets people carry in their souls for forty years.

*

By mid-December the new footings had been poured and the garage roof had all but been separated from the rest of the house, hanging in the wind from two large cranes and a masterful spider web of supporting straps. Bill had a crew of eight guys that swept into the property a few days a week and made rapid changes to the house from dawn to dusk.

Kate became enamored with two of the guys on the crew -- Chet and a guy whose nickname was Arrow, a point for which I never learned the origin. Both guys were in their mid-thirties, hard workers, and yet when Kate brought them coffee or some home baked cookies they would come to a complete stop and devote their full attention on her. I noticed Kate had an extra wiggle in her walk when she was near either of the men. 

I encouraged Kate to follow her bliss with the guys, and see where it went and if she would learn anything. Mar and Beth liked the guys too, and told her to 'Go for it.' 

In early January the second story of the garage had been framed in and the roof lowered back into position atop the matchstick construction. On a cold snowy day the crew got the addition sheathed in plywood and Tyvek, and then installed the windows. We were all at work. When we left there was no second floor and the roof hung from the cranes; when we arrived home in the dusk of late afternoon, the new addition stood there above the garage, seeming to lack only paint.

The work crew had apparently left the site, except for one pickup truck. Beth and I were the first home, so we rushed inside and up to the second floor where we could access the new addition through a makeshift door Bill had installed in the hallway.

We opened the door, and there twenty feet in front of us were Kate and Arrow. She was bent over a sawhorse, and Arrow's long cock was pistoning in and out of her juicy cunt. She'd pulled down her pants, but was otherwise dressed in warm clothing. Arrow too seemed to be dressed for the winter temperatures in the unheated addition.

At first they were unaware of our presence, but then Arrow started to vocalize his intentions to cum in Kate's pussy -- a pussy he was in love with. Kate talked to him too, telling him to bring it on as fast as he could -- that she was ready too. A minute later he sped up and reached his crescendo, burying himself deep inside her just as Kate screamed her joy, bliss, and satisfaction.

Beth and I applauded.

Arrow jerked his cock from inside Beth, his condom nearly coming off in the process. He turned away from us, and kept saying 'Sorry' as he struggled to pull up his jeans and get them zipped and buckled.

Kate was laughing as she slowly stood and pulled up her own slacks. She said to him, "Arrow, don't leave. These are my sisters; in fact, they may want some of that too."

He looked confused and like he wanted to bolt for a ladder that provided access to the lower garage. He was changing colors in his embarrassment too.

I asked her with a smile, "Why didn't you bring him into the main part of the house where it's warm?" I glanced around at the huge open space, dotted here and there with temporary bracing where walls would eventually go. I added, "Oh, Arrow, nice job you and guys are doing on the addition -- quite a change from this morning."

Arrow went to say something and his mouth moved, but nothing was coming out. Kate went to him and kissed him. I heard her say to him, "You're so cute. It's OK that we got caught; they don't care." Kate then blew his mind with her next statement: "We've all made love with each other present; it's just the way we are."

Arrow stammered out, "Errrr, Unnnng, I gotta go. I'll see y'all tomorrow. G'bye Kate." With that he took three huge steps to the ladder and disappeared. A few seconds later, we heard his pickup truck roaring down the driveway.

Kate looked pleased at her seduction. She said, "Well, talk about fuck and run. I'll talk to him tomorrow about his manners. Chet is a little more of a gentleman."

"You fucked him too?"

"Yesterday. I wish they were around here more than they are. I have to catch them after they finish for the day."

"You want help landing both of them?"

"I want to try to do it myself. I'll be working here tomorrow, so I'll get their ears at lunch. I want to see how they think after I give them the family philosophy ... with my own spin on things."

"Let us know. They're both cute. I could easily be tempted into playing around with either or both of them," Beth added. 

*

Friday night Tom and I made love and slept together beneath a huge pile of duvets and comforters. Winter loving needed more planning than summer since some planning was needed to stay warm.

I remember thinking how things were going 'too well' for the family. Life was sanguine -- not boring, just peaceful and optimistic. Fran had told me once that when she felt like this all hell would break loose and she'd end up in some sort of personal hell.

Hell arrived about six o'clock on Saturday morning.

I awoke to the ringing of my cell phone. I hopped out of bed, grabbed the phone and jumped back under the covers as I punched the green answer button.

I heard Tara's voice, sobbing wildly and near hysterics. "Ariel, Ariel, Ariel ... help us ... we had an accident ... in Vermont. We're in bad shape -- real bad." She broke into her hysterics again.

I knew instantly that something had happened last night on their drive up to Vermont to go skiing at Killington.

"Tara, what happened? Are you all right? What about Dave and Fran? Where are you?" I was a string of questions.

"I've been sedated all night long." Sob. "We slid on black ice ... hit a tree ... a big tree ... wrapped the car around it. I was in back on the other side." Wild sobbing. "Dave got hit. He's still in the operating room -- he's ... barely ... alive. Fran too -- so much blood. Oh, my God. We need you ... HELP US. Pray for us."

I'd come alert as the tragedy unfolded. Tom was listening now too, one ear tight against the phone as I held it open so he could hear.

"Where are you? Where are you?"

"Brattleboro. That's where they brought us. It took almost an hour from where we had the accident. I was in the ambulance with Dave. They kept having to ... to resuscitate him with the defibrillator and artificial breathing equipment in the ambulance -- the firemen EMT team -- there was so much blood too, from his leg. They kept radioing to the hospital we went to for instructions. " Another round of sobbing, "Oh, Ariel, we may lose him."

"We'll be there as soon as we can. Hang on. Keep your cell on." Tom whispered to me to get the full hospital name. "It's the Brattleboro Hospital, right?"

I heard her asking in the background. Tara came back on the phone, and said, "The full name is the Brattleboro Memorial Hospital. It's at 15 Central Street near the center of town."

"We'll find it. Oh, my God, I didn't ask, How are you?"

"I was banged up pretty well. One medic said we'd have all died if we hadn't been wearing seat belts. I have a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder, plus lots of scratches and bruises. Fran I don't even know about. She's in the other operating room with another team and no one's come out to tell me anything. She went in a different ambulance and I haven't seen her since they pried her from the wreck."

"We'll be there. I love you. I love Dave and Fran too -- tell them if you have a chance."

I rang off, barely noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks, got out of bed, went into the hallway, and screamed several times at the top of my lungs, "EVERYBODY UP -- WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY."

To be continued.

List of Characters

Men (Including Those From Earlier Chapters)

Tom Ransom -- 36 -- Handsome. Dreamlover?

Peter Winslow -- 32 -- Scandinavian

Dave Wescott -- 31 -- Smart. Gentle.

Duke -- 40 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Aaron -- 35 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Steve -- 32 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Greg White -- Late 50s -- Owner of Niland Springs home

Josh -- 32 -- Ariel's brother

Walt -- 26 -- Marcella's brother

Bill Cariola -- 50 -- Beth's step father

Brian Cariola -- 28 -- Beth's brother

Mark Hendricks -- 45 -- Dave's friend from work

Chet -- 30 -- On Bill's work crew

Arrow -- 30 -- On Bill's work crew

Alan Vessy -- 45 -- Fran's flirty friend from work

(Characters appearing only briefly not listed).

Women

Ariel -- 29 -- Story teller. 

Marcella (Mar) -- 29 -- Ariel's best friend from work

Beth Cariola -- 31 -- Ariel's friend from work

Linda White -- 52 -- Greg's wife; owner of Niland Springs home

Debbie Cariola -- 50 -- Beth's mother

Fran (Drake) Tilman -- 36 -- Ariel's friend from work; works at another company

Kate Cariola -- 24 -- Beth's younger sister

Tara Emery -- 34 -- Josh's ex-client and friend

Karen Vessy -- 43 -- Alan's wife; friend of Fran

*



Dreams Ch. 04



"Move out of my walk!" Natalia whispered sharply in Jason's ear. She couldn't look into his eyes, afraid she would fall deep into them as she had before. How could someone look at the person they love after that person has hurt them so bad? It was nearly impossible.

"Calm down. I just want to speak to you. Why won't you give me that chance?" Jason stepped back and looked at his wife. She was beautiful. Her soft, chocolate skin glistened in the light. He could see he was starting to draw an audience as they stood in the center of the café. He didn't care though - they could have stared all they wanted, but what he wanted was to explain himself.

"We don't need to talk. Your actions spoke for you." She stepped to the side, pushing her shoulder against his as she attempted to withdraw from his touch.

"I know they did, and I'm sorry. You're not going to never speak to me again...you are my wife, you do understand that, right?" Jason asked, almost sarcastically.

"Unfortunately" She muttered under her breath. Natalia could see James returning with a few things in his hands from a distance. Shit, she thought.

Natalia looked back over her shoulder to see Liz staring with a 'what-do-you-want-me-to-do?' face. James continued to walk towards Natalia and Jason with a small smile on his face.

"Hey! Hope you weren't leaving before desert" James chuckled.

The atmosphere became quieter and as James realized Natalia only gave a half smile back, he raised his eyebrows.

"Who are you?" Jason asked.

"He's none of your business. Jason, turn around and walk out. You're honestly causing a scene" Natalia said harshly. He slept with girls, therefore it was none of his business who she talked to.

"Um...am I missing something?" James asked with a puzzled look.

"Yeah you are. Who you buyin' desert for? She's with me, keep it moving, bro" Jason told him sternly. Nobody was going to talk to his woman, whether she was mad at him or not.

"Didn't seem like she was with anyone a few minutes ago." James didn't care about Jason's macho attitude, nor was he intimidated, and that pissed off Jason even more.

"You better your mouth, I don't wanna cause a scene but if you make, I will" Jason raised his voice.

"Stop!" Natalia shoved Jason away from James by the chest as an attempt to diffuse the situation. Jason grabbed her arm and pushed her with him outside. Now he was pissed.

She stood outside with her arms crossed, her dress gently blowing up from the light wind. Jason couldn't help but take notice of how beautiful and young she looked in that dress. The thought of another man getting the chance to touch her, know her, or buy her things killed him. Yet, he let them get in the situation they were in.

Her back was against the wall of an adjacent store and he was so close to her she could smell the scent of his cologne. It smelt sexy..strong..perfect for Jason.

"You stop talking to me for a few days and you got guys buyin' you shit and letting them get the idea that you're single?" Jason exclaimed.

"Since when do you care about that? In case you haven't figured it out, in my mind we are separated, God dammit. You enjoy fucking other women, maybe I should start enjoying the same!" Natalia was shocked by her own response. How dare he question her and assume things in the situation they were in.

"Natalia, you keep talking like that and the fact that I cheated on you is not gonna save you from me taking you to a bedroom, ripping your clothes off, and showing you who your body belongs to" He replied closely to her lips.

She shuttered at the thought and closed her eyes. Even if she hated him for doing what he did, she loved to be in his arms, in his bed, under his power. But too many have gone there while she believed she was the only one, and those images haunted her more than her passion for him. He moved closer to her full lips, using every muscle in his body to refrain from kissing them. They were luscious, ripe, and ready to be devoured, if only he had the chance. She looked inviting, too. She hoped her body language gave off a defensive feel, but Jason knew that wasn't the case.

"Tell me, how have you been?" Jason asked softly.

"You didn't bother to call, so why do you care to ask?"

"You can be such a stubborn person, do you know that?" Jason replied.

"You can be an ignorant, prick, too. You can't just talk to me whenever seems right for you. It doesn't work that way."

"I have to go, 7:00 I want you to meet me at Antonio's restaurant" Jason instructed. 

"No" Natalia stated simply as she began to walk away. He held her wrist and she put her hand on top of his.

"I said no Jason, not this time." She looked him directly in his eyes. Her eyes appeared darker than they'd been for a while. He looked down at her hand on his wrist.

"7:00 p.m., or-"

"Or what?" She tempted.

Jason saw Ana coming towards them and backed away from Natalia.

"Natty!" The vibrant girl ran to Natalia.

"Hi baby" Natalia lifted Ana in her arms and held her tightly against her shoulder. It felt like forever since she had seen Ana, she was like her daughter in a sense. It pained Natalia to hold Ana in her arms and think of her baby growing in her stomach without Jason in her life. There had to be a way it could work. 



Dreams Ch. 05



Please read the previous chapter before starting this one. This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Enjoy.

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of – Chapter 5

We drove three cars to Brattleboro. It took over three hours. I was with Josh and Mar. We did little talking on the way up, mostly about logistics for the coming week so that some of us that were uninjured could be at the hospital around the clock.

Seven of us assembled in the hospital's lobby, and then together asked about Dave, Fran, and Tara. I volunteered that Tara was probably mobile and might be an outpatient rather than an inpatient. The receptionist was really helpful, and even got one of the aides to run off to see what she could get in terms of current information.

Ten minutes later as most of paced in the lobby, the aide came back wheeling Tara in a wheelchair. There was a major reunion with lots of tears as we all gingerly hugged and kissed her. Tara had a huge bruise on her left cheek, and the beginning of what would surely be a pair of long-lasting black eyes. She was wearing an external upper body brace over her hospital gown.

We gathered around while Tara spoke, her voice on the edge of tears: "Dave's out of surgery. I saw his gurney through the window as they wheeled him into the ICU. The doctor won't talk to me or give me a prognosis since I'm not family. Fran is still being operated on. This has been ... my God, almost twelve hours since the accident, and ten or so hours since we got here."

The receptionist came over to us and said, "I've arranged for you all to use one of the conference rooms as a temporary visiting area. If someone needs it we might have to bump you out, but for now ..." She gave us directions to the room, and we shuffled down the sterile hall, Peter pushing Tara's wheelchair.

Tara said, "Let me tell the nurses where we are so she can find us." Peter wheeled her away following her directions. It was a small hospital, however, I could see it had several wings. The rest of us found the conference room and slid into the chairs. 

Kate said, "I saw a sign for a cafeteria. Tell me what you guys want to drink or eat and I'll see what I can do." She produced a piece of paper, took our orders, and disappeared with her to do list.

Peter and Tara came back a few minutes later. Tara described the accident and then the subsequent events. Dave had been driving, even taking it easy on the snow-covered roads. The three of them were heading to a motel near Killington for the night, and then a day and a half of skiing, before they headed home. Tara had been asleep in the back seat.

"I awoke to Dave yelling, 'Oh shit!" Fran screamed. I felt the car slid, even felt it slowly rotate sideways, and then it flipped over down this embankment. I think we rolled over at least twice. At the bottom of the slope was a huge pine tree. The driver's side of the car slammed into the tree, almost wrapping around it. The car almost spit apart."

"I lost consciousness. When I came to I could hear voices from outside the car. The air was cold. I could see Fran's head; it was at a funny angle and there was a lot of blood. Dave was leaning against the tree that now resided where the dashboard and steering wheel used to be. He wasn't moving; I thought he was dead."

Tara unfolded how some good Samaritans had seen the car plummet off the road and stopped. They'd also been lucky that they had '911' coverage and so they summoned help right away. "I kept hearing them talk about stopping the bleeding. They got me out of the car, but didn't want to move Fran or Dave. They assured her that they were both alive, but seriously injured. Soon ambulances and a fire truck arrived, and then police and lots of other help."

Tara sobbed into Peter's legs as she leaned into him from the wheelchair: "I was in shock – I am in shock. I can't believe what happened. I kept losing track of things ... things that were happening. All I want to do is cry."

Kate arrived back with a tray of food and drinks. She's gotten hot tea for Tara, and Peter's favorite – a diet coke. There were also some muffins and doughnuts as well as the various coffees and drinks. I found my black coffee.

About an hour later, an operating room nurse with splatters of blood on her hospital gown came into the room. She looked surprised at the number of people in the room, and even uttered a 'Wow' before she sat at the head of the table.

Tara said to the nurse, "This is my family. They're family for Dave and Fran too."

She studied each of us, and then spoke, mainly to Tara who she'd apparently talked to a few times over the night. "Tara, the doctor wants you to stay in the hospital until tomorrow. He also wants you to have '24/7' companionship for the next five days, and to stay in a wheelchair until at least Friday. This is to be sure there are no seizures or anything we might have missed, although your x-rays suggest you'll be OK beyond what we've already talked about. You need to see an orthopedic doctor soon too, especially about your dislocated shoulder."

Tara said, "Not a problem. She looked around at us."

The nurse went on, "Fran Tilman is out of surgery. She's got about thirty pins in her arms and legs holding her bones together. A few of the pins are very large, as she'll find out when she goes through airport security." She smiled and tried to adopt a reassuring posture. "We had to open up each of her limbs to piece her bones back together – that was what was taking so long. She'll have a lot of scars. We removed her spleen – it was badly punctured by a broken rib. We also repaired some damage to her liver, digestive track, and head. She concussed, and we won't know how serious that is for a few days or even weeks. She's in the ICU now and will probably be there for at least a week."

Her mood changed to a more serious one when she stated, "David Wescott is the worst of the two. Unfortunately, we had to amputate his left leg." Two of us standing there sobbed, sharing Dave's pain before he was even aware of it. She continued, "It was crushed in the accident and the surgeon couldn't save it. Wescott was lucky he didn't bleed to death. The EMT I talked to said someone had already put a tourniquet on the leg before they got to him. It saved his life."

She paused and studied us. We were a somber bunch as we received all the bad news. I had tears streaming down my face. Mar and I were hugging each other. She went on, "He also broke several bones in his other leg, his pelvis, and his left arm. Those were easier and faster to set than Fran Tilman's – well only about a dozen pins. A few of his organs broke away from their support structures, but for some reason none of them ruptured except his spleen. We pulled that out but he'd suffered a huge amount of internal bleeding from all the shifting around in there. The reason they almost lost him in the ambulance was he was about out of blood between his leg and spleen injuries. They transfused during transport; good thing he wasn't a rare blood group. He too will be here for quite a few weeks, the first few in the ICU."

Mar asked in a reverent way, "When can we see them?"

The nurse thought a minute and said, "I'll take you up there one at a time now so you can peek into the ICU and see them, but they're all bandaged up, covered up, and adorned with lots of catheters, feeding tubes, and other plumbing. They're both heavily sedated; the doctor said he'd keep them that way for at least the next twenty-four hours to manage the pain, maybe even longer. By the way, after he cleans up he'll be down here to talk to you too."

We broke apart and the nurse, whose name I saw from her nametag was Annie Myette, ushered each of us up to a large glass door one at a time. Through it we could see the two bodies lying in white sterile beds about twenty feet apart, and just as the nurse described a plethora of tubing and electrical monitoring equipment all around. I noted the crash cart at the foot of their beds.

I asked Annie many questions, particularly about Dave and his ability to get around in the future, possibly on a prosthesis. The doctor had come down while Annie was showing me Dave and Fran. I gathered from the tail end of his remarks that he had little to add beyond what the nurse had told us. He seemed a little more guarded about the prognosis for our friends.

The seven of us talked. Kate would stay at the hospital for the rest of Saturday. Mar would come back on Sunday morning and relieve her. Kate would drive Tara home if the doctor signed her out. She'd of course keep us posted about any news. Beth would handle Monday, and I'd take Tuesday. We also set up a '24/7' duty with Tara at home, a little easier since we were all in the same house and worked close by.

Peter and Tom said they'd create a temporary bed and sitting room for Tara in the living room so she wouldn't have to get upstairs for a few days. Hopefully, the same space could receive Fran and Dave when they got home. The guys would also handle 'hospital duty' towards the end of the week.

We left Kate a car although it turned out that none of us on 'duty' ever needed to leave the building. The nurses were great, even finding us chairs that we could recline and sleep in over night. We all got to know the small hospital really well.

News was slow during the week and any improvements to Dave or Fran were unmentioned or insignificant. Both remained heavily sedated and uncommunicative, but Annie Myette, the nurse, assured us their vital signs were improving slightly every day.

Tuesday, Beth and I hugged as I relieved her. She left for home in the car I'd driven up, leaving me keys for Fran's Honda that we'd driven up Sunday morning. 

I checked in at the nurses' station and Annie was there. She recognized me, and we had a brief conversation about how long these things take. Eventually, she asked me: "What is your relationship with Dave?"

Quick as a flash I said, "Well, he's ... sort of ... my husband."

A puzzled look came over her face. She said, "Can you explain that further ... because each of the other women that have been here since Sunday all said the same thing. I thought they were yanking my chain, but you're the third one to use the same words." 

I laughed. I briefly explained our 'family' to her, as well as our group home. Annie seemed intrigued. I could tell she wanted to ask more questions about how we lived; however, she held her tongue and accepted my short and somewhat vague explanation.

The doctor brought Fran out of her drug-induced coma on Tuesday afternoon. She'd was still a little groggy with the other painkillers, but at least she was awake and the assessment of her head and mental state could begin. Annie came and got me about four-thirty, taking me up to see Fran. I had to wash my hands thoroughly, put on scrubs, a paper hat, and wear a facemask.

"Hi, darling," I said softly as I came up near her bed in a different section of the ICU from where I'd last seen her. Annie explained that her condition was still serious, but not as bad as it had been or as Dave remained.

Fran's eyes blinked open. I got a wan smile. She tried to whisper something to me, so I leaned near her head. She managed a hoarse whisper: "Forgive me for not getting up and hugging you. I love you. " After a brief silence she asked, "Everybody else? Dave? Tara – they told me she was OK and went home, but I've been sort of foggy?"

I answered her, "Dave's just down the hall, still unconscious. We've been taking turns being here with you two. Tara's at home under constant care. We even hired a nurse to come in check her twice a day, other than that we're taking turns babysitting." I didn't want to tell Fran about Dave's missing limb just then.

"What day is it? No one's told me."

"Tuesday night."

"Egads, I lost three days. The last thing I remember is the car starting to roll after we hit the ice. There ... there was nothing to grab hold of. I remember thinking I'm going to die."

I partially filled her in on what had happened and what I'd heard. Fran lay like a brick on her bed just taking it all in. Finally, she asked, "When can I get out of here? I want to go home and be with my family ..." She smiled at me and added, "Besides I had this great weekend of sex planned; I guess we blew that away."

I actually laughed and Fran did too, in the limited way her head bandages and physical pain let her. Nurse Myette let the comment pass, but by way of a smile clearly made note of the aborted weekend plans. She made me promise to stop talking for a while so Fran could try to sleep about an hour; she promised to come and get me if anything changed with Dave too.

Hospitals come to life between five and six in the morning. I've never understood why the medical profession likes such early hours. Another nurse with the name 'Bea Champagne' embroidered on her top came in and gave us an update on Dave. His dosage of morphine was being reduced while the doctor was still in the hospital doing rounds; she expected he'd regain consciousness any moment.

I'd started my morning with Fran when we got that news. She urged me to go and be with Dave and then report back to her. I went down the hall to the other wing of the Intensive Care Unit, still wearing my scrubs and mask. The doctor smiled at me over the top of his mask, and pointed to a chair a few feet from the bed. I went and sat down.

Dave stirred slightly, his hands and one foot twitching, and then his breathing became deeper and more normal. The doctor tweaked the dosage level again. The involuntary actions continued, until Dave's eyes fluttered and opened. He was looked me; I gave him a big smile and then realized he couldn't see much of my face between the hair cover and the facemask. I waved.

The doctor spoke to him, "Mr. Wescott, I'm Dr. Higgins, your doctor and surgeon, and part of the team that glued you back together again as best we could. You're in the ICU at Brattleboro Memorial Hospital. You're in serious condition from your car accident, and as you'll discover if you haven't already, you lost your left leg just above the knee. We also had to pull your ruptured spleen out of you. I know you can't speak and that you have a million questions. You'll be here for a while, and we'll get to all of them. For now, we want you to rest and get healthy. We're going to keep you heavily sedated for a while; it's good if you sleep most of the time. Your wife, here, can tell you what's been happening. Please don't try to move or get up; most of you is broken and needs to mend. Can you talk around the tubing or blink your eyes."

A groan came from Dave's lips, and then we heard him mouth in an awkward whisper, "Water." The nurse came over and fed him a couple of sips of water through a straw from a container. The doctor said he'd check back in a few minutes. He motioned me to Dave's side.

I held Dave's hand and talked to him. I tried to think about what I'd want to know if I'd been out of it for four days, including what was going on with Fran and Tara, as well as what was happening at the house – even including the house project and Kate's fascination and sexual escapades with the two youngest workmen in Bill's crew. I guess I babbled for about ten minutes. The doctor and nurses left us alone for that brief time.

The doctor came back with nurse Annie Myette, and they checked Dave's vital signs. Both seemed satisfied that he was making progress. The nurse asked me to give him a rest for at least an hour before coming back, so I went back to Fran's room and shared Dave's progress with her. This time I told her that Dave had his leg amputated. She took the news in stride with just a nod. Afterwards, she whispered, "I guess we're just lucky to be alive. We'll all face what we have to in the family. Thank God for the family."

I called Tom, who was on his way up to relieve me, Mar at the house where she'd share the news, and then Dave's mother and Fran's sister – both of whom were over a thousand miles away. We'd suggested that they wait to come visit until their son and sister, respectively, were out of the woods and out of the ICU.

Tom showed up about ten o'clock that morning. He washed up according to hospital rules for visiting in the 'middle earth' part of the ICU, donning the scrubs, hair cover, and facemask everyone in the ICU seemed to wear to avoid contamination. I hung around to see Dave one more time. This time he'd come out of his drug fog a little more, and through his tubes was able to ask a few questions, including what had happened to his car – we didn't know but Tom promised to find out. He also started to get concerned about health insurance and paying for his accident. Somehow, we got his anxiety reduced with calming words, and let him go back to sleep. I saw Fran, pretended to kiss her goodbye through my mask, and left.

*

Dave and Fran ended up as 'guests' at the hospital for another month. After they were both out the ICU, we collectively insisted that they have a room together. Both signed the necessary releases, and soon enough they were roommates. Their rooming together also made our round-the-clock patrol a little easier since we didn't have to split our time between their rooms.

Tara went back to work part-time three weeks after the accident. Greg and Linda flew up to see the hospitalized pair, and take their turns in hospital duty. Much to my surprise, Duke responded to my e-mail about the accident by flying in from Texas so he could visit the two and help in any way he could. Aaron came up one time too. Alan and Karen made a weekend trip to the hospital after the pair was out of ICU. Thus, the duty roster consisted of ten of us, and special guests. We insisted that Tara not be part of the roster, but that she could play nursemaid when the pair got home. Tara did finally go back to the hospital with us just before the pair was released.

Annie Myette, the nurse we'd first met at the hospital, spent a lot of time with the pair and with whomever of us was visiting. Gradually over the weeks she learned about the family, how we'd started, what we valued, and how we loved. The concept of the family home fascinated her, particularly how we managed financially and logistically. Over the weeks she met every family member, and a few of our friends that we brought along.

*

Homecoming was a happy occasion, despite the lingering injuries both Dave and Fran had. Both were in wheelchairs and would be for at least another month or more. Tom and Mar rented a special van and drove up to Vermont to pickup the pair, both being released on the same day. We all gathered, along with many friends from work and a few neighbors we were getting to know, for a celebratory cocktail party that Friday evening. Nurse Annie Myette also came to see the pair safely home, view the family home she'd heard so much about, plus visit her sister who lived in the city and, as she said, needed a weekend visit from 'Big Sis.'

The weather cooperated the end of February, always a chancy occasion, so we had about fifty people in the house when Tom drove the van up to the temporary wheelchair ramp that Bill had built for the pair.

Neither could use crutches since each had broken arms still in the process of healing. Dave was first out, as Mar helped him down the van's wheelchair ramp and up the ramp into the house. Fran was close behind assisted by Tom. We all cheered and waved our drinks and beer bottles at them.

Dave and Fran both had that pasty look that bedridden people develop. Between them they were wearing five casts to hold bones in place for healing, and sporting about a dozen surgical scars, a few of which showed on necks and faces where surgical stitches had recently dissolved. I knew that underneath their clothing Dave wore a body brace; if you tapped on his back or chest, you got the resounding sound of hard plastic rather than soft flesh. Both were bundled up against the raw north wind blowing up the meadow that passed for a front yard. Dave's missing leg was all too evident.




Dreams Ch. 05



5:30 p.m.

6:30 p.m.

Tick. Tick. Tick. 

Natalia paced back and forth in her small apartment. She moved out of her friend Jay's place soon after staying a few nights with him. She needed her own space and time to think without contaminating her mind with the harsh opinions of others. She knew it was easy for friends and family to criticize her for her naïve decisions. At times, she criticized herself as well and rightly so. 

Now she had time to think about another decision.

"To go, or not to go, that is the question." Natalia whispered to herself as she twirled back and forth in front of the mirror. She wore a long gray tunic with black tights and black 'hooker' boots, as she referred to them as. She rubbed her stomach and twisted her neck to ease some pain she felt creeping around her shoulders and down her back. Her stomach was still small. She had curves to hide anything that might be evident in her lower region. She pulled her curls into a pony tail, away from her glowing face. It was true what they said -- being pregnant gives one a glow.

She walked back and forth from her bedroom to the hallway again and again. She did it repetitively, hoping when she reached the hallway once again she would come up with a decision. She didn't know whether she wanted to give him a chance.

"A chance? It's not really a chance. I'm not giving him a chance to do anything. Maybe talking to will ease my mind." She said to herself.

"Great - now I'm having conversations with myself." She rolled her eyes and walked down the hall.

She glanced to the digital clock sitting on her T.V. 7:00 p.m.

She grabbed her black Coach purse, locked the door, and made her way over to the car. 'It's now or never' She thought.

*

Angelo's restaurant had been more packed than usual. It was a nice restaurant filled with diversity. Although the majority of the people who went to the restaurant were Italian, there were others as well. 

Natalia looked down at her watch as she followed the hostess to her seat where Jason was waiting for her. 7:45 p.m.

"Nice of you to show up." Jason said lightly agitated as he stood up to greet Natalia.

"You're lucky I did." She replied as she sat down.

The table was quiet, and Natalia looked around to see the families and couples all around her. 

Angelo's was such a family place.

"You wanted to talk?" She asked irritably.

"How are you?"

"Fine. Yourself?" She replied, staring into his eyes.

"I'm alright. I miss you." He touched the side of her face with his knuckles. She turned and looked away.

"Jason, do you every think we could work this out?" She looked across the room.

"I do."

"How? How can I forgive you?" 

"Nat, it's not going to take a day. But you have to want it. If you don't want this, making it work will never happen." Jason stated sternly.

She didn't want to admit it but she didn't know if she wanted to make it work. She didn't know if it was worth it. Would the memory of the past haunt her forever? If it did, she couldn't go on being with him. 

"Sometimes I think it's better to walk away than try to glue the broken pieces back together, pretending the new and imperfect is better than the old." She stated honestly.

"Maybe you're right, Natalia. But not in this case. Not with someone you've been with for four years. Not you're other half!" Jason pleaded.

They were suddenly interrupted by the waiter.

"How are you? I'm Matt and I'll be your waiter for the evening. Can I start you off with something to drink, sir?" The waiter asked politely with a bright smile.

"I'll have white wine. She likes Sangria-" Jason replied.

"No, no Sangria for me tonight. I'll have water, please." Natalia told the hefty waiter. He nodded and returned to the kitchen.

"No Sangria? But you always like a fruity drink with your dinner." Jason looked at her puzzled. Natalia hated the taste of alcohol, and didn't have more than two drinks a night, but if the drink was fruity, she could hang.

"Not tonight." Natalia opened the menu and gazed around it, looking for something to eat. 

Usually she would be tense, but she was starving. Her appetite was growing daily. The chicken parm sounded delicious to her. She remembered she would cook it for Jason when he returned from work. 

"Remember the night of the 15th? In January? You didn't call me for three days. I was so worried. I made chicken parm for you, hoping you would somehow think of my cooking and come home." She giggled to herself and shook her head. How silly of her.

"Nothing could keep you from being with those women, huh?" She tilted her head and stared at him seriously, hoping for a reaction. It was so hard to get one from him sometimes.

"No, nothing at that time Natalia. I was stupid and scared. When you told me I was the best thing that happened to you, I ran the other direction. I didn't understand how I could be that for you when I wasn't even happy with myself. I knew you deserved better, and I sincerely wanted to be better for you, but I didn't think I could. Natalia, I thought maybe if I cheated on you, you would leave and make it easier for me to leave, too. I loved you so much it scared me. You left so many people who meant so much to you for me. And for what? I was garbage. I treated you like shit. I never opened up to you. I shut you out, and that made me feel like crap, so when you went to design homes, I went to get my mind off things. I swear those girls meant nothing to me. Just another pussy. Nothing, Nat. I have to wake up every day remembering what I did, and you never stop reminding me. You don't give me a chance to do better because of your negative thinking." Jason took her hands in his and rubbed her finger.

"Where's the ring?" He asked, his jaw clenched.

"I threw it at you the day I gave you the papers." She shook her head thinking about his previous comment.

"I'm thinking negatively? Are you out of you mind, Jason? I'm trying to deal with your bullshit, and you tell me I'm thinking negatively? Excuse me if it's hard to look past the image of your husband in bed with another woman. Women, in this case!" She exclaimed.

"Shhhh - lower your voice!" Jason whispered sharply as he looked around, making sure nobody was paying attention.

"You have some nerve even talking to me like that, Jason. You really have no idea what you did to me, do you? I waited for you night after night, hoping you would come home. I lay in bed, thinking of all the possible places you could be. Never once did I imagine you in the arms of another woman. Never," She began to tear up. "Never." she repeated over and over, in disbelief of the state she found herself in.

"I get that, Natalia, I do. But you need to work with me to get better. You have to give me a chance. It's the only way." He sighed.

"I don't know if I can do that." She replied as she wiped under her eyes. She knew it was a good idea not to wear makeup. It wasn't like she was trying to impress anyone, anyway.

"You have to try. Just try, please." He pleaded with her as he leaned in closer to her face. She moved back as she felt his face come close to her lips.

"I had dreams that something was wrong. I had a dream that you were talking to another girl, and that I was crying. I couldn't stop crying in my dream. I just kept thinking, 'Why is he hurting me?' It felt just as bad in my dreams as it did in real life." She explained. She was simply trying to get her feelings across. It was so hard getting through to this man, but she desperately wanted him to understand her pain. If it didn't work out between them, it would be okay, as long as he understood what he put her through emotionally.

"That's not a dream, my darling. That's a nightmare." He said with sadness in his eyes. He took a sip of the wine the waiter had put down in the midst of their conversation.

"Yeah...I thought it was a nightmare, but it was my intuition, and I didn't listen. I regret that so much, Jason. I wish I listened to my head instead of my selfish heart." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. It was so hard to be inches away from him without touching him. 

"You love me so much it's hard to think with your head. I do, too, you know. I love you." He stated matter-of-factly as he kissed her knuckle. She shivered.

"I *loved* you, Jason. I don't know what I feel right now." She said as she held onto his hand tighter.



Dreams Ch. 05



Early light filters through my window this morning. I open and close my eyes slowly as I think. It feels a little strange to have no feelings from a dream to shake off these past few weeks. I feel lighter somehow and push back the covers, stretching luxuriously for several minutes. 

I turn my head to the clock – 6:00. I slide out of bed and wander into the bathroom. My braids are a mess since I forgot to pull on my sleep cap the night before. Other than that, I look well rested. No redness or puffiness to my eyes at all. I jump in the shower and wash myself and my braids deciding to run conditioner and mousse through them with my fingers and let my hair air dry on the way to work. I don't feel like cooking and I have almost an hour before I have to leave. Good... enough time to stop by the Café for breakfast. It's Friday, but for some reason, I want to look nice today and forgo jeans and a t-shirt. I throw on a black and emerald green wrap dress with a black camisole and black sandals then grab my purse and keys and head for the door. 

I walk slow taking my time. The streets are close to empty this early in the morning. Tourists are hunkering down nursing their hangovers and most of the residents don't start heading out to work for another hour or so.

Everything is damp with the morning dew. As I pass a park, I fill my lungs with a deep breath that smells of wet grass and concrete. The sky is turning light blue and the street lights are starting to dim. Let another 30 minutes pass and the streets will be steaming as the sun evaporates the last of the moisture. 

A few minutes later, I walk into Café du Jour to find myself picked up from behind and swung around as soon as I walk in the door. I land on my feet and turn to see Sara and Joe's youngest son, Stephen, grinning down at me.

"Hey, Chucky Cheeks!" I turn and pinch both cheeks then hug him. He groans at the silly childhood nickname. Stephen is two years older than me but at least a head taller. He has his father's height and good looks along with his mother's curly wild red hair – which he keeps short – and her blue eyes. 

I spot Sara and Joe working behind the counter. I wave and smile as Stephen and I find a quiet table. The café traffic is light this morning with the few customers that are up so early preferring a quick grab and go on the way to work. We sit at a table in the corner by the window. Stephen is first to speak.

"I came in early hoping to catch you on your way to work but you turned out to be the early one. I saw you walking down the sidewalk just in time."

I roll my eyes. "Am I that predictable?"

"Yes and no." he shrugs then get straight to the point. "Mom says something's up with you but she can't figure it out." Trust Stephen to level with me and get down to business. I fidget in my seat and play with the strap on my purse.

I'm not ready for this yet so I try to make light of it. "She's just being protective. You know how your mother is."

Stephen doesn't fall for it. He stares at me for a full minute before speaking. Stephen's job as a lawyer in Dallas has taught him all about patience. He's a prosecutor with the District Attorney's Office.

I feel like his eyes are looking right through my flesh and straight into my heart. He is really good at reading people and I admire him for that. It just a skill I don't particularly like him practicing on me.

"Hmmm... Something is up. I can tell." He leans back and stares at me another minute. I stare at the floor. When I look up at his face again, he has a look that I know too well and I know what's going to come out of his mouth next. "I am going to guess it has to do with a guy because you don't want to talk to me about it and you talk to me about everything."

I remain silent but my eyes give it away. Stephen raises an eyebrow and nods his head in affirmation. "Bulls eye on the first try? Damn, I'm good."

I panic and finally speak, pleading for his silence. "Okay, I'll talk. Just promise you'll keep whatever I tell you to yourself for now. I'm not even sure what this is yet, but I know I'm not ready to go through the parental approval torture yet."

He doesn't like this, but he agrees. "Fine. Your secret is safe as soon as you share it with me – for now. Wait, let me grab you a coffee. Have you had breakfast?" I shake my head and he gets up.

Watching him head to the counter, I weigh my options. I could lie, tell him everything, or stall. Stalling was out. Stephen has patience like his mother and just like her he would be perfectly content to bring it up at every opportunity for months until he wiggled the truth out of me. Lying was ludicrous. I was surprised I even considered it as an option. I didn't lie to Stephen and he didn't lie to me. We weren't like that. We told each other everything. Besides, even if I tried to lie, he would see right through it in about 5 seconds flat.

He returns with coffee and beignets for the both of us. We chat and goof – I blow powered sugar on him and he is nice enough not to return the favor since I am headed to work. After we ate, I get serious and tell him everything. Well, almost everything. I do not tell him about the dreams, but I tell him everything else. Even the make out session outside my door that almost had me dragging Lucas into my apartment. He listens without interrupting and when I finish, Stephen does not say anything at first. He finishes his coffee, sits the mug down, and leans toward me.

"Sounds like you've got a lot to think about and don't need my two cents, but I'm going to toss them in anyway." He waits a few seconds then speaks. "You know how I felt about David."

Of course I knew. He had made no bones about how he felt about David. He was against our relationship from the start. While Stephen did not know David personally, he knew him by reputation. It was the first time Stephen and I fought – really fought. It got so bad that we stopped speaking to each other for a few months. After the relationship ended, Stephen came to see me. Sara and Joe had called him. He flew out immediately and visited me in the hospital. Sara and Joe brought me to their home when the doctors discharged me. They took care of me when I couldn't (and didn't) want to take care of myself. Stephen visited every other weekend for a while after that. Of course, he wanted to kill David, but he never expressed any version of "I told you so" to me. He was one of the many rocks I clung to for over a year in order to get through one of the toughest times of my life.

Stephen continued. "This sounds different. You are thinking this one through and you need to learn to trust your own judgment again. I know that's hard after what happened, but you took a lot of time. You learned some things about yourself that you hadn't realized before." He paused. "Does this guy know anything about what happened?"

I shook my head. "He knows there is something I'm not telling him, but he is not pushing for it. I will tell him when I'm ready."

"He sounds like a good guy to me but what do I know. Bring him by this weekend. I'm pretty good at spotting bastards." His small smile matched mine. "All joking aside, I would like to see the man before I leave."

My smile faded. "When are you leaving?" I didn't bother keeping the disappointment out of my voice. He just got here and I hated to think about when he would have to go back.

"I have to fly back to Dallas on Monday. I'll be back in about a month."

I tell him we would all be having dinner at Angelo's and he was welcome to join us. I also mention that Lucas would probably be there as well.

Stephen and I spent another 15 minutes or so catching up before I reluctantly left him to head for work. 

Sitting at my computer in my office later that day, I am in a fog. It's after two o'clock and I am still thinking of last night instead of working. I also think about the conversation Lucas and I had at the restaurant about his lecture. We talked about the pictures and my interest in one of the girl's biographies. He told me part of her story. Her true name was Alsoomse but when she arrived at the school, she was called Sarah. She lived there for 4 years until she completed her "new" education then was sent to live with a family in Boston as a live-in servant but ran away less than a year later. She ended up out west and was able to start a new life, but it wasn't easy. The only reason anyone knows so much about her is that she kept a series of journals and letters for over 50 years. Her family kept them as an heirloom until they donated the journals and photos to the University.

*****

"I can't get that photo out of my head." I had confessed to Lucas last night. "I want to know her life and her story. I think others should know it too. To survive what she went through and still be able to make a life takes so much strength."

He sat back in his chair and smiled at me. "So write it."

I stumbled over my reply. "S-Say again?" I was certain I heard him wrong.

"Write her story." He said again and looked at me seriously. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you are wasting your time in that library. You have an amazing mind and a passion for history and life. You said you want to write, so do it."

"You're not kidding. You're serious? You think I can just write her story?" 

He leveled his eyes to mine. "Well, you would have to contact the Nation to get help with your research. You will also need to find out if you need permission from any remaining family members."

As we continued to discuss it, I had a hard time denying that I was scared to death, but excited beyond feeling at the same time by this prospect. If I was forced to admit the truth, excitement was the stronger emotion of the two.

*****

I shake myself out of my daze to stare at an email from Dr. Russell Miller. I read the email earlier only to learn that Dr. Miller is Lucas' department head. 

Dr. Miller is a published author of non-fiction and, according to his email, eager to help a "fledgling" writer. His email left his number along with an invitation to call me as soon as I could. I check the clock and call. I fully expect to leave a message so I am surprised when he answers. His deep voice reminded me of his age, but that voice has all the excitement of a kid as we speak. 

"I have to admit that this all a little daunting. I haven't done any writing of my own a few years, just research." I am almost apologetic in my lack of experience. 

He laughed off my trepidation. "Nonsense, we need new and fresh young writers. You have such a way of looking at the world that you only get once in this life. Sometimes, I forget what that feels like." 

It will take a few days and maybe weeks, but he insists on helping me with Sarah's family tree to discover if she has surviving relatives. Sara had lived in California with her husband and five children, so it will take a little more digging to see if any family remains. We make an appointment for next week (I'll have to take the day off – which I never do – but I don't care) and sign off.

When I hang up, I sit for a minute in shock thinking about what I have just committed myself to. A research project – one that might result in a manuscript that I would then have to try to convince someone to publish. I put the break on my though process before it careens out of control. Grand-mere used to say don't put the cart before the horse and that is exactly what I am doing. One thing at a time is the only way to handle this situation. 

I spend the rest of the afternoon reading accounts from books we already have cataloged. Most are a second hand accounts but a few are first hand. I wonder as I read why so many are second hand accounts and make a mental note to ask either Lucas or Dr. Miller. I make hand written notes then use the computer to re-type them, partly as a review and partly to clean them up – I tend to write quickly when I am excited. I honestly cannot remember the last time research excited me like this.

*****

I do not notice Matt come into my office so I jump when I hear his voice. "Hey, you gonna stay here all night?" He teases and comes in to drop himself in a chair by my desk. I stare at him confused then look at the clock. It's almost 5:00. 

"No, I was just wrapping up." I save my work on my network drive and log off the computer. I reach in the desk drawer, drop my notes in and fish my purse out.

Matt and I walk downstairs together. I can't get over his hair. He walked in this morning and nearly gave everyone a heart attack. He cut all his hair off! Em was the first to tease. "I hope you gave all that beautiful hair to Locks of Love!" Matt handled the teasing so well, that it died down by lunch. Truth be told, he looks good with the buzz cut. At the bottom of the stairs outside, I rub Matt's head before we collect Emily.

Our Friday night tradition was going to be a little larger than usual. Lucas said he would try to make it and Emily's husband Jasper swore he would be there this time. I tell Matt and Em that Stephen was in town and would try to make it. 

"Good, I haven't seen him in a while. It will be good to catch up." Em walks faster than the rest of us. Matt told me she skipped lunch so her stomach is leading the way to dinner.

As a result she is the first to spot Lucas as we round the corner. He is leaning on his Jeep outside the restaurant. 

"Damn! I forgot how beautiful that man is." Em whispers loud enough for Matt and I to hear.

"How could you forget? You only saw him two days ago." I remind her, rolling my eyes but smiling.

"Sweetie you're going to have to wipe the drool off your chin and try to behave yourself in front of your husband." Matt teases. 

We all laugh. Em might speak her mind about Lucas but she is head over heels in love with Jasper and has been for nearly a decade. She still considers the fact that they still like each other and go at it like rabbits (her words, not mine) as soon as they are alone a huge bonus in their marriage. 

Matt opens the door for us and we make our way inside. I walk in last before Lucas. He reaches for my hand as we enter. The place is really crowded but there are booths near the back. We navigate through and manage to claim the largest one. Emily's eyes go straight to our locked hands as she sits down. It felt so natural that I didn't give it another thought. I smile at her and give her a look that says I will answer her questions later. I know there will be a lot of questions.

Jasper arrives a few minutes later. I see his head clearly over all the other patrons in the place. Jasper is hard to miss at 6'5" and solidly built with wavy shoulder length red hair. His muscled tattooed arms are partially covered by a white t-shirt. He is wearing blue jeans still has on his steel toe work boots. His handsome face spots Em right away and he starts toward us. I notice more than one female head give Jasper a once over and a smile as he passes by. He is oblivious to them and I manage to stifle a laugh. He never pays attention to the looks he gets from other ladies. 

Jasper slides in the booth next to Em and kisses her before saying hello to everyone. He shakes Lucas' hand in greeting and pretends that he is politely greeting a total stranger. I know full well Em has told him everything she knows but Jasper is a good actor.

Stephen shows up a few minutes later. To my surprise, he brought his parents in tow. I sneak a glare at Stephen to let him know I see through the ruse. He gives me his best wide-eyed face of innocence but in truth, I'd be lying if I said was mad. It was easier this way. Besides, Sara and Joe had not seen Matt, Emily or Jasper in months and it was nice having everyone there. Conversation is light, friendly and reminds me of all the happier nights spent with these same people, who seem to absolutely love Lucas. I can't help thinking of my grandmother tonight. She would have been so happy to see us assembled here and having such a good time. I begin to feel a mixture of warmth along with a painful ache for her.

The evening air is sticky and warm as we leave the restaurant. Sara, Joe and Stephen exchange hugs and handshakes with everyone. Sara hugged me for longer than usual so she could whisper "Nice." in my ear before she kissed my cheek. Jasper and Emily head home in Jasper's truck. Matt leaves us to catch up with some friends at a nearby bar. 

Lucas and I are the last to leave, climbing into his car. The sky is a dark fiery orange as the sun sinks from the sky. As he pulls away from the curb, I am overcome by a feeling and I have to see something tonight. I usually go there alone, but tonight I don't mind Lucas coming with me. Actually the thought has me really excited.

"Do you mind taking me somewhere else before you take me to my apartment?"

Eyes still on the road he agrees. "Sure, no problem. Where to?" 

I direct him to another part of town that's about a 15 minute walk from my apartment. The houses are spaced fairly far apart on 1 and 2 acre lots. I point to the house and he pulls up to the gate. I retrieve the fob that is attached to my keys and open the gate. As he drives up to the house, I take it in the way I used to when I was a little kid. The Spanish Moss hanging from the trees hides the house for a few yards. The house red brick with white trim. It's two stories with dual wrap around balconies beckons to me as the car comes to the stop. 

A minute later we are standing in a stone courtyard, having parked the car in the carport. I take him around the side to a pair of French doors. I unlock the doors and step inside. A rapid beeping starts as soon as the door is opened. I turn on the lights by the keypad on the wall. The beeping stops after I enter the code. 

It's still pretty dark. "Stay here." I whisper and head around the corner. I find the main light switch panel and light up the kitchen. From there you can see the breakfast nook and into the formal dining room. I take off my shoes and place them on the shoe rack by the alarm and Lucas does the same.

Lucas is standing where I left him. "Nice." He says looking around. His eyes take in the architecture: the marble counter tops, arched doorways, hardwood floors and the view into the garden. I walk to the formal living room toward the front of the house. Lucas follows. The room is centered with a brick fireplace. Two chairs sit on either side of it, a settee sits over by the window, a glass coffee table covered with a sheet sits in front of it. A large Turkish rug sits on top of the hardwood floor in the middle of the room. "Very nice. Um, where are we?"

I place my hands on top of a tall damask wing back chair to the right of the fireplace. I feel a familiar warmth run through me and close my eyes for a moment. If I concentrate, I can still smell her perfume and if I really concentrate, I can still hear her voice. I open my eyes and find Lucas starting at me intently. He almost looks worried. I don't have to wonder why. My eyes brim with tears as they usually do when I come here and my voice catches a little when I speak. "My home."



Dreams Ch. 05



With their arrival, the party shifted into high gear. Ruefully, neither could drink because of the cocktail of medications they were on. For one, without their spleens, they each needed to take precautionary doses of antibiotics to prevent unwanted infections from reaching vital parts of their body, particularly while they remained vulnerable in their healing phases.

Nonetheless, the rest of us made up for it. I hadn't seen Fran for five days. I knelt beside her and asked, "What can I get you?"

Fran gave me a sideways look with a kooky grin; "You can get me a long, hard cock. I so need to get laid, and Dave wasn't at all cooperative in the hospital ... nor were any of the cute interns they seemed to like to parade through our room. I'm desperate!"

"Can you do that?" I asked, really wondering just how fragile she was. 

A voice from behind me said, "Oh, yes. Even the doctor cleared her for her daily romps – might be good for her if they're not too strenuous at first." I turned and Annie Myette stood behind me holding a glass of red wine with a huge smile on her face.

I said to both of them, but mainly to Fran, "I'll fix you up. It's pretty easy to get laid around this place – even for the handicapped."

Tara knelt beside Fran on the other side of her chair, "Yep, I got laid by two different guys the day I got home from the hospital. Greatest therapy for a broken arm and concussion I've ever known." She kissed Fran on the cheek.

Annie's eyebrows went up almost past her hairline. She turned to me and asked almost in a whisper, "I know you guys all live together, but ... do you ... are you all intimate?" She gestured to the entire room.

I nodded and said, "It's a long explanation that hinges on the word 'Polyamory.' Do you know what it means?"

"From the roots of the word it would be when a group of men and women all love each other."

I said, "That's the case here. We're really into each other. We call ourselves an intentional family. We chose to be here with each other. About twenty of us are in our family now, not everyone here at the party. Many of these folks are coworkers or neighbors just here for the welcome home party."

Annie probed, "And you're all ... physical ... with each other?"

"Yes, but the guys are heterosexual. We don't have any gays yet, but we're not averse to the idea. For what it's worth, all the women in the circle have decided that being bisexual doubles our chances for a date on Saturday night."

Annie laughed at my attempt at humor, but probed deeper, "And there's no jealousy between you? I would think that would be the insidious result of a family so large."

I gave her my comments on jealousy – that it's a learned response to specific social situations, and that you can unlearn it. I also talked about replacing jealousy with 'compersion,' the buzzword becoming popular in polyamorous groups as the antithesis of jealousy.

Annie listened, until a couple down the road from us stopped next to us to bid Fran goodbye, and wish her a speedy healing process. We bid them goodnight and continued to stand in our small circle. Tom joined us too.

Annie said, "From the time Fran and Dave were in the hospital, they were never alone. One of you was always there. Were all those people part of your family?"

I thought of who'd been up in Brattleboro on 'hospital duty' before I answered her question: "Yes, I think every one of us was up there at least a couple of times."

Annie said, "But there were people up there that were much younger ... and much older, even near retirement age. I remember talking with Greg and Linda on one of their visits, and then Kate and a friend of hers named Arrow."

"Love doesn't care about age – it cares about emotion, and compassion, hope, and our ability to see our own inner beauty as well as that same inner wonder in each other. We each give love away without condition because it comes back to us ten fold or more." I explained more about the unpinning philosophy of our union.

Annie looked around at all the smiling faces in the room. Bill was standing holding hands with Tara as they talked to some neighbors; Mar had her whole body nestled against Peter as they chatted with some of our electricians working on all our remodeling; Walt had an arm draped loosely over Debbie's shoulder even though she was a generation older, as the pair talked with some of Fran's coworkers. There were other shows of affection around the room.

I saw tears form in Annie's eyes. She looked at Fran and me, as we sat in front of her. She said, "Got any more room in your family?"

Fran and I both just said, "Yes," at the same time.

I stood and embraced Annie. I said, "Why don't you hang around this weekend and see what it's like. It'll be a special time because Dave and Fran are finally home with us. Think about what you just asked, and we'll talk more." I thought for a moment and added, "And one more thing, you might be shocked; we're pretty open about our sexuality and love making."

Fran said, "I thought that would bother me, given how I was raised and all. Actually, I find it refreshing to throw out all those old behavior norms and just indulge myself. Sometimes I feel so wanton, but in the end it always feels right and wonderful." She laughed.

Tom added in a guarded tone, "There are several incestuous relationships here and there in the family too. They're breaking old rules in favor of love. I hope those won't put you off either. We have just about every combination you can think of on that account."

Annie's head spun to me, "Oh, yes, isn't Josh your brother?"

"Yes," I said. "From time to time, he's also my lover, and so is the girlfriend he introduced to the circle that you know – Tara."

Annie said, "That might take me some time to get used to."

Tom pointed out Bill, Debbie, Kate, and Beth, the latter two living with us in the house, while their parents still live in their established home, yet frequently come to be with us as active family members. He also pointed out Mar and Walt, another brother-sister pair in our circle, although Walt prefers to live in the city.

Annie asked a series of other questions about how we lived together, taking it down a level from the brief conversations we'd had at the hospital. She was surprised at how organized the family was, even incorporating to buy and manage the house. She was further surprised to discover that Arrow was a new family member that Kate, Bill's daughter, had brought into the group, and that Bill was our contractor also doing all the renovations on the house. We explained how Tara had arranged for all the kitchen appliances at the hotel she worked at would become part of our new kitchen before too long.

Peter joined our circle, sliding in next to Fran. He asked, "Darling, I've missed you so. Are you still on the 'non-participating' list?"

Fran grinned and shook her head. 

Peter said, "Would I upset the balance of this conversation if I took Fran away for a long while. Plus, someone told me she's supposed to get to sleep pretty soon too." He smiled wolfishly at all of us.

Fran just said, "Take me. I'm yours ... and you better know I'm horny and you have to be gentle – very very gentle." Annie nodded to reaffirm Fran's words.

Peter promised to honor all feelings, emotions, and physical limitations. He wheeled Fran away from us. We all caught a glimpse of Peter carrying Fran upstairs to his room. Fran had her head on his shoulder and her good arm around his neck. The casts on the other arm and both legs weighed her down.

Annie just stared at the stairs long after the couple had left. I saw another tear form in her eye. She turned back to me and said, "He really loves her."

I nodded.

Annie added, "When he was at the hospital, he'd sleep sitting in a chair with his head on her bed holding her hand. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen."

I said, "We all love her, and Dave too." I looked across the room. Dave was immersed in deep conversation with a couple of the contractors and their wives. I knew he was happy to be at home, but he had a new look – one that I knew we'd all have to work on. I loved him so, and hoped I'd get to make love to him soon.

I asked Annie, "Can Dave ... make love? Is he in good enough shape physically?" I looked longingly across the room.

Annie laughed and said, "The meds he's on will probably impact his performance. I'll arrange for some Cialis or Viagra or something that'll help him while he's still working with the painkillers. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

She paused and said, "As you might expect, the bigger problem will likely be the mental anguish about the loss of his leg. Amputees go into denial for a month or two after the loss, and then they get angry and depressed about it. He's probably about to enter the second stage. From my chats with him I could tell he was in a state of self-denial about his loss. The depression can last a long time and often holds people back from using a prosthesis and from getting back to some semblance of a normal life. 

A few people came by to thank us for the party before they left. That started a rush, and pretty soon the only people left in the house were family members and Annie. A group of us swept through the house collecting cocktail glasses, plates, food, and such, and putting everything away or getting it washed up. Annie helped, and was amazed at how fast the place became a gracious home again rather than the well-used party palace it had been a half-hour earlier.

I asked Annie as I was washing some of the party platters, "Will you stay over with us?"

Before she could answer, Tom slipped up behind her and put his arms around her. He said, "I hope you'll stay over. I was sort of hoping you might spend more time with me tonight."

Annie gave a bright smile: "I've been thinking of all you said. Yes, I'd be delighted to stay ... even for the weekend. I've got to see my sister for a short visit sometime, but other than that I'm yours."

Tom picked the dishtowel from her hands and said, "Then come with me. I need to show you the upstairs." The pair walked away as I put the last platter in the dish drainer. I also heard Tom volunteering to drive into the city with her the next day to see her sister.

Dave and Tara were talking, when I walked up. I went and kissed him, and asked, "Have you been spoken for tonight?"

We both looked at Tara. She said, "Oh, I was going to join with Arrow tonight. We haven't really had any intimate time together, although we've talked a lot and gotten to know each other. I thought it was time to join with him." She looked around the room for the young man. I heard his voice coming from the living room along with Mar and Josh's, and Tara sashayed away in their direction.

Dave said in a somewhat glum voice, "I guess you win the cripple."

On an impulse I decided to use some reverse psychology. I said in a cheery tone, "Oh, yes, I love to give sympathy fucks – do it all the time. Come on sailor." I got behind his chair and pushed him towards the sunroom that had been made over into a bedroom. 

Dave was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why'd you say that?"

I said in an instructional tone, "You know. You're going to get angry about life and everything in it, and bounce back and forth between that and depression or feeling sorry for yourself. Well, my job – and the rest of the family – will be to keep that from happening too much. You'll be allowed a little self pity every now and then, but you have to come back to us the way you were."

"But I lost a leg – a whole FUCKING leg."

"So what? Life's a bitch; now get on with it. In more spiritual terms, you've been thrown a problem for the rest of this life. You're supposed to learn something from it, teach someone else something about it, and end up enlightened. As I said, I'm here to help make that happen." I paused and added, "Now, how can I help you get ready for bed, Lover?"

Dave said, "I can't make love ... don't feel like it. Haven't been hard since the accident."

In a softer tone than I had seconds earlier I said, "I know, it's your meds. Annie said she'd get some other drugs that'll help work around those. Tonight we'll just cuddle. When you've healed more there'll be plenty of time to play. You may not think so, but we all still love you."

"I have to wear my body armor for eight more weeks. I'm not even huggable."

"That's all right. Now, don't you need some help changing the dressing on your stump?"

Dave looked shocked that I'd offered so readily. Annie had prepared me and also instructed me in how to care for his wound as it healed. I'd seen her do it once in the hospital. Later, when he got a prosthesis it would get abraded a lot at first and probably hurt more than it did now, much of which was false pain from a limb no longer there.

Dave allowed me to help him undress and get into a nightshirt. I cleaned his stump, noting the slight swelling and stitches still evident from the surgery. He sat with his eyes closed and his lips pursed as though this was the worst imaginable situation to endure. After a trip to the bathroom, I helped him get into the queen-size bed. 

I went and did my own ablutions, and then came back to the sunroom. Dave was feigning sleep. I slid in next to him and wrapped my arms about him, enduring the body brace he had to wear for another couple of months as well as the cast on one arm. I kissed him on the back of the neck.

"I'm not pleasant to be with," He said authoritatively as he turned his head away from me. He was forced by his brace to sleep on his back. I was sympathetic for sure; I couldn't imagine the discomfort he must be feeling with a missing leg, a leg cast on the good one, and an arm cast where we broke his left arm.

"Oh, David Wescott, you are pleasant to be with if I love you, and I do love you. Now be quiet, go the sleep, and think how much you're loved. Every day you're healing and getting better. Tomorrow's an exciting new day, and I'll help you face it. We all will – the whole family."

*

Duke flew up again the following weekend to be with family. Somehow, he'd managed to yet again schedule a week of work in the city. He'd been around so much since I'd picked him up in a bar in the city he too had become a family member. Consequently, he usually slept at the house when he in town.

Duke also talked to Dave about emerging depression and self-pity. His best buddy from high school had gone to Iraq, been the victim of an IED, and was living happily with his family on only one leg. I think his pep talks helped, but it was hard to tell if any of us were having effect. Dave snapped at us, often talked about moving out and going back on his own, and once or twice even wished he'd been killed in the car accident rather than survived without his left leg.

I'd insisted that Duke get familiar with some of the other women in the group at bedtime. He seemed too focused on me, and I wanted to see him less possessive. I told him so, and so he enthusiastically threw himself into the project. The weekend after Dave came home, Duke and Kate spent the weekend together, even going out for a romantic candlelit dinner at one of the city's finest venues.

A few weeks after that, Duke came back to work on the house before he spent a few days in the city. Nights, he spent with Linda. During the day, he finished up priming some of the wallboard in one of the new bedrooms that Bill was putting together for the family. I'd been doing trim in the room and cutting in around the woodwork.

Duke asked in a serious tone, "Ariel, I know what I'm about to ask may sound silly coming from a divorced guy my age, but how do you define love."

I laughed; we were in that kind of mood or at least we had been. I responded, "There have been whole books – volumes – written about that subject since the beginning of time."

I looked at Duke, and he gave me the kind of look that I knew meant 'Please be serious and answer my question." I nodded to show I would start to think deeply about an answer.

I began, "Well, I assume you mean romantic love, rather than filial love or parental love or brotherly love.:

Duke nodded and said in his Texas drawl, "Yep." Somehow that became a three-syllable response.

"Love means I feel deep affection for someone, usually with romantic and sexual feelings involved. I want to spend time with that person, I find everything they say fascinating, I have empathy with them, and I want for their happiness even going out of my way to do things that I think will promote that feeling for them."

Duke asked, "You love everyone in the house. When we're together do you wish you were with someone else?"

"No, I wish the someone else were with us."

Duke looked puzzled. 

"Let me explain. A couple of weeks ago you spent the weekend with Kate. I love Kate, and I love you. To me, it was a weekend of joy because the two of you found each other. Instead of sitting around angry that either or both of you had gone off without me, I felt just the opposite – joy and hope for your own interaction with each other. It's called 'Compersion' – it may be newest and best word in the dictionary."

Duke asked, "What'd you do that weekend?"

I thought a moment, thinking back in time; "I think I spent one day with Dave, trying to coax him out of his depression, and that Sunday with Peter. It was our turn to shop, but we also spent the night together."

"Did you think of me at all during that time?"

"Yes, in fact I did. Peter and I both talked about you and Kate – just what I said before: we hoped you were having a fun time together."

Duke looked like I was missing his point.

I asked, "What did you want me to be doing? Missing you? Missing Kate? Feeling lonely? Feeling jealous? I don't think that way – I might of a few years ago, in fact, I know I would have. Now I think in broader terms."

"What do you mean?"

"I think outside the meme of the heterosexual, monogamous, exclusive, wedded, family unit with two point one children. Put that aside, it's all brainwashing from the religious sects and the media to sell you a bigger car. Instead ask what's really important. Let me ask you that question, what's really important to you?"

Duke said, "To love and be loved."

"By one person or many?"

"One person is nice, and many people is wonderful."

"What's the fundamental message of the Bible and Christianity?"

"Love – unconditional love, brotherly love, ... all kinds."

"So more is better?"

"Yes."

"OK, so here at the house I love you, Kate loves you – she told me, Mar loves you, Dave loves you, Tom loves you, Beth loves you, Linda and Greg love you, ... I could go on."

"I get it, I guess." He paused and went thoughtful on me. I let him think for a moment. 

I let a minute go by and tossed him a curve ball: "Duke, suppose you and I had been making out and we were headed for a lovely sexual romp to culminate the love we feel for each other, and then suppose Kate came to your other side and also started to make out with you and evoke the same feelings. What would you do or want to do?"

Duke said quickly, "I'd try to please the two of you ... to take both of you to bed ... to make love with each of you at the same time."

"Because?"

"Because I love both of you."

"And the others in the house?"

"I love them too ... although I still can't see a way to get really intimate with the other guys. I mean I don't mind if they're around, I'm ... just not into guys. I think of all the contact we had that first night we met ... you're gangbang ... but that was different. That was all just lust and raw sex. I really a girl guy."

"I can deal with that, and I love all of them too."

Duke thought of the short journey I'd just taken him on. He lit up briefly; "I think I'm getting it. I just need to hear it a thousand times."




Dreams Ch. 05



I wrapped up my paintbrush so it wouldn't dry out. I turned to him and said, "Good, then come to my room, take a shower with me, and let's make love to each other."

We did.

*

By mid-April, the addition over the garage and on the over-kitchen dormer was all but completed. We had five new bedrooms or whatever rooms, and two new bathrooms. Bill fixed up one bay of the garage to be a makeshift kitchen, put the existing appliances out there over a weekend, and started to raise asunder the old kitchen and pushing out the wall towards the pool.

Tara had made true on her offer to get us the appliances from the kitchen at the hotel she worked at as they started their own renovations. In yet another garage bay, we had all of the industrial grade appliances that would help us serve a family at least as large as what the house could hold: a huge freezer and refrigerator; a massive range top; multiple stainless steel sinks; and a restaurant dishwasher that could cycle through everything we owned in a short time period. There were also a couple of over-size microwave ovens, and several large wall ovens.

Duke asked the family one weekend if he could move into the house. He had wrangled a deal with his Texas-based company to assign him to the field office in the city – responsible for a five-state area. They liked the idea, and thus he was moving north to be with us. 

We held a small party to celebrate his more permanent time with us. The evening event culminated when I lured him up to my room for a more intimate 'welcome.' I pulled Duke into the shower, and while we washed each other's nooks and crannies, the rest of the ladies joined us in my room.

Duke and I dried off, and I led him back into the bedroom for our sexual romp. There on the bed were Kate, Mar, Beth, Tara, and Fran (still with a leg cast). We were all nude, and there was a place right in middle of all that female flesh for the Duke. I'd never seen him smile so broadly.

I pushed him into the middle of the outstretched arms and pussies. Fran and Mar started to blow him, taking turns sucking on his engorged penis. Mar also used her generous tits to tit fuck him a little as Fran sucked his rising rod into her mouth.

At his other end, Beth slithered into a really meaningful soul kiss with him, her talented tongue dancing with Duke's as the two made out. Soon Kate lowered her pussy so it was within easy reach by the two of them. They took turns licking and sampling Kate's pussy nectar.

Tara and I each grabbed one of Duke's hands, unwrapping it from the tit flesh he'd grabbed, and bringing his hand to our pussies. He caught on fast, and soon each of us had a couple of his fingers in our vaginas as he slowly masturbated us. 

For six girls on one guy, this was all we could think of, and to tell the truth, it was pretty damn good from my point of view. We rotated a couple of times, and by then Duke's cock had the consistency of cobalt steel – one of my friends called it a 'blue veiner,' because every vein in the penis was full and surging with fluid, begging to be sunk into a cunt, and to cum with huge volumes of semen.

Finally, it was time. I straddled Duke's midsection, and slowly sank my pussy down his cock. I got about a dozen full-length strokes of my cunt up and down his cock, moving at slow glacial speed, to impact pleasure and to lengthen out the process.

Duke emitted a long, loud "Grrrrrrrrr. Unggggggg." He came up into my pussy. I expected it, so before he'd finished I pulled off of him. Some of his cum splattered back onto his groin, and then Mar was on him, inhaling every droplet of cum he had left to emit.

Kate fell onto my pussy, spreading my lips, and eating me. He'd had about two jets in me, and they were significant enough to make her ministrations yield pay dirt as she sucked every molecule of his cum from me. Beth and Fran moved to lap up the cum on Duke's cock and abdomen. The others just looked on with glee at the sexual performance being put on for them.

Duke also watched what was happening, mostly below his waist, except when some of us started to snowball his cum between us. Duke's eyes got as big as saucers. 

After things calmed down, all the other 'girls' left except for Mar. The two of us had decided to properly welcome Duke into the house.

I said with an impish smile, "Duke, remember a couple of months ago our talk about love and sex. Well, this might have seemed to be about sex, but you should know there was also a ton of love in this room – and there still is."

He said, "I know Darlin'. I get it; I really do. Now let me repay the favor to you two."

Duke orchestrated the two of us into a lesbian hug, and then used his freshly erect spear to stab into each of our pussies – back and forth, a few pumps in each one, and then on to the other. Duke also was a master at talking sexy dirty to us. All us girls loved hearing him rant on about how much he liked fucking our cunts, spearing our quims, and eating our clits – on and on he could go.

Duke outlasted the two of us. He made me come twice in that round, and got four recognizable orgasms from Mar. Then he got us each on our backs next to each other and fucked us like a machine, this time whispering words of love for the two of us.

He came deep in Mar's pussy this time, his cum dripping out of her vaginal opening as he pulled away. This time, I did clean-up duty on my friend. 

*

In early June we had two surprise visitors one Saturday: Annie Myette and her sister Pam Boyle. I hadn't seen Annie since she'd come down the weekend that Dave and Fran got out of hospital. I recalled that Tom had met her sister and commented on how easy to get along with she was.

The two of them came on a fine summer day, one of the first where the temperatures rose into the mid eighties. Beth, Fran, and I were oiled up and lying beside the pool when we heard their cheery 'hellos.' Of course, we were nude; that state being our usual dress around the pool when the weather was warm. 

None of us seemed to mind. I rose and gave Annie a huge hug, and extended that privilege to her sister as well after she was introduced. She didn't seem to mind our nudity. Introductions and hugs were also exchanged with Fran and Beth.

We all sat down. Pam asked if it was acceptable for guests to go 'halfway.' We laughed and said yes. She stripped off her top and bra, revealing a luscious set of breasts capped with large round areola and thumb size nips. Annie followed suit, proving that there are some genetic traits shared by sisters. 

Before any further conversation, Annie asked Fran, "So first tell me about how the recovery is going – how're you doing and how's Dave? I see you've lost the casts."

Fran answered, "The last of my casts went about two weeks ago. As you can see I've got a lot of scar tissue from the accident and the skin grafts. We were just talking about a little plastic surgery to make them look a little better before you both arrived. I've got a whole new set of aches and pains, and now I've got a physical therapist that comes twice a week to get me back in shape. I can't believe how long it's taking; it's been five months since the accident."

She continued, "As for Dave, he's inside and will be delighted to see you – especially topless." She grinned at the pair. "He's doing better too. The leg cast came off a month ago, and his elbow and arm cast two months ago. He's also doing some things with the PT, but it's going much slower for him. He has bouts of depression that are hard to combat. His doctor told him in one more month he could get fitted for a prosthesis. I'm not sure whether he's looking forward to it or dreading it. We've all been encouraging him."

Annie commented about the two, and then inquired about the rest of the family members and how we were all doing. Leaving our things behind, Pam, Annie, and I strolled around the outside of the house as I showed them the completed additions to the house. Next, we went inside. To match their topless state, I'd tied a towel around my waist.

Dave was surfing the Internet when we found him in his sunroom come bedroom. He lit up at seeing Annie, and if I didn't know better he was extremely pleased that she was roaming the house half naked. He was similarly impressed with Pam. Both women bent down to hug and greet him, making their mammaries shimmy and shake almost in his face. He couldn't hide his grin of joy, and his reaction produced laughs all around.

After a few moments of conversation, including a further update on his health and recovery, I showed the sisters the new kitchen. We'd only had the room a week, and it was beyond our dreams about how easy it was for all of to use it for everything from a single meal, to family sized dinners for twenty or more.

After a tour of the rest of the house, we rejoined Beth and Fran on the pool patio. I could tell Annie had something on her mind, and if my empathy was working well, I thought her sister did too.

We made small talk for a few moments, talking about the house, when Annie asked, "Ariel, in April you were very open with me about the family, the house, and how you all lived. More important to me, however, were the emotions and feelings that you described – to me the real benefits of being a family member. Do you remember? I shared all that with Pam."

"Oh yes," I said, smiling at her and Pam.

Pam looked on at her sister, encouraging her with body language to get into the real reason for their impromptu visit.

Annie went on, "Well, ... we've been thinking and talking ever since – a lot, weighing all that against the social mores we were raised with, and testing what we wanted – really wanted in our lives – Pam's and mine. And, you told us about how you formed the family and thought about life and spirituality, and we resonate with that same philosophy. I particularly like the part about ..."

Pam interrupted her sister with a loud "Ahem. What Annie's trying to say, is that we'd like to become members of your family. I know that only Tom as met me, and I knew he made love to Annie that time, and this is sort of precipitous request, but ... well, we couldn't think of any other way to do it. We both are willing to give all we have to your family, both physically and emotionally. The last time I heard about anything even close to this was on the west coast about two decades ago. I liked the idea then, and I love the idea now that I'm older and understand more about what it means for a person." She stopped suddenly, I think aware that she was dominating the conversation, and also drifting off track.

I said softly, "We've all come into the family in different ways, and now from different geographies and walks of life." I turned to Beth and Fran, and said, "What do you think?"

In the back of my mind was how fast the size of the family had grown. Over the spring, Arrow and Chet, young workers on Bill's construction crew, had joined the family under Kate's sponsorship. Mark had become a fixture even though he lived in the city. Alan and Karen had now become much more active in the family events even though they lived 'off campus' from what we'd started to call the 'Big House.' Lastly, Duke had moved into the house, relocating from Texas, and Aaron was also trying to get reassigned permanently to the area so he could move in with us.

Beth answered carefully, not wanting to hurt the women's feelings: "Everyone that's come into the family has been a known entity to us – it's been a natural transition for them and for us to have them as ... as spouses and lovers."

Fran continued Beth's thought to show some unity, "We're not saying 'No,' but what we are saying is to be here more – become part of the family events, participate, get known, and then ask your question about joining. If it's all flowing well, you won't even have to ask the question, you'll already be here. It'll ultimately be your decision. This is about love not membership."

I nodded in agreement with their remarks and added, "Annie you work over three or four hours from here; how will you make this work for you?"

Annie said softly, "I'm going to quit, and change jobs to one of the hospitals or clinics near here." She turned to her sister and said, "Pam?"

Pam said, "I'm a flight attendant for Delta Airlines, and I'm working on becoming a certified financial analyst in my off hours. Big career change, huh? I'm about to take the qualifying exam for that in two months and then I can set up my own business – or I could even help the family in some way with those skills. In any case, I live in the city, but I'd want to move out here to be with the family. The other thing - and I suppose it's a big thing – is that I've got a six year old daughter from my failed marriage. I suppose that's a show stopper?"

Annie ignored the gorilla in the corner that Pam had just dropped on us. There were no children at the Big House. She just jumped in and asked, "Do we just start hanging around with you all? How can we help? What can we do?"

I smiled and said, "Love everyone. Let yourself be loved. Be present. Enjoy and be enjoyed." In the back of my mind, I was reminded about the conversation the family never had about babies and children. I added, "And, bring your daughter around once in a while. We've been meaning to talk about children ..."

Beth also ignored the comment about her child, turned to Pam, and said, "I've always been fascinated with working for the airlines ... Oh, and is it true that all the flight attendants sleep with all the male pilots? What do the female pilots do?"

All of us laughed, and Pam launched into a juicy description of her life with Delta, adding in some of the spicy gossip and observations she'd been party to over the past decade. We sat spellbound. 

Soon Mar joined us, and then Josh, Dave – wheeled out by Kate, and Chet. We all got a perspective on the airlines we never would have had otherwise. Arrow brought us all out some beer and wine, and soon we had a party going.

*

A few days later Tom and I talked about the request from Annie and Pam. He agreed that what we had told them was the right thing to say, and, he said, we should have a 'Family Meeting' before too long to talk about things like this.

As I sat cuddled up next to him, holding one of his hands over my bare breast, I said, "There's another issue we need to bring up to the family."

"What's that, Ariel?" Tom said.

"Babies."

After a long silence, Tom asked in an upbeat tone – a tone that encouraged me – "Is anyone expecting?" So far none of us had 'gone naked' insofar as birth control was concerned. All the women in the family were popping pills on a daily basis, and a couple also had IUDs just to be sure.

"Not yet. I wanted to bring this up a few months ago, but the accident, house project, our new members, and other things got in the way. It didn't seem the time then. Nonetheless, there are a few of us whose biological clocks are ticking. Now, not all of us want to bulge at once, although that might be fun, but we've currently got an adult community here that babies and children may upset. Do the pregnant ones and mothers go elsewhere – away from the home? Pam's got a six year old – is that reason to exclude her?"

Tom looked shocked at such a supposition. "Hell no!" He said emphatically. We already know there is no 'normal' in this life – especially here with all of us. Each person finds their place in this world, and in some way they are classified by everyone else as abnormal, yet they feel right at home doing whatever it is they do. We need kids here. Look at how much love and parenting they'll get. Having been the product of an environment not unlike that, I'm a believer, as you know."

I asked, "Should we do a Family Council? Get everyone together and talk about membership and children, and operations and all – like a State of the Family or something. We could also use it as a gratitude celebration for all the blessings we have in each other, in the house, and in our growth with each other."

Tom nodded and added for emphasis, "I think that's a great idea. Let's plan it for three weeks from Saturday. Greg and Linda will be back from Florida by then. If you're willing, the two of us can put an agenda together. I can think of a couple of things I want to research between now and then. Is that soon enough?"

To signify our agreement, we kissed, and then we kissed some more, and then we made love, as we were prone to do, especially if he'd been holding my unclad breast.

*

The printed agenda for the Family Council Meeting read as follows:

1.Financials for the Corporation and Family – Tom, Dave

2.Family and the Home Front – Ariel, Beth, Mar

- Impacts? Space? Impact on corporation? Meals?; New requests

3.Children - Ariel

- Welcome? Housing? Parenting? Timing?

4.Social - Marcella

- Next orgy

5.Other Issues and Opportunities - Anyone

Each member of the family got a copy in their mailbox or e-mailed to them a week before the meeting so everyone would have time to think about it. Tom set the time and date for the meeting on a Saturday afternoon starting at one o'clock. When the appointed time came, no one was missing. There were fourteen men and nine women – twenty-three that were now the Family.

The roster consisted of the original six of us: Tom, Peter, Dave, Mar, Beth, and me – Ariel. Greg and Linda had then joined, followed by Josh, Walt, and Beth's family – Kate, Brian, Bill, and Debbie. Fran had joined, bringing along two friends of hers: Alan and Karen. Mark from our work came too, and then we annexed Duke and Aaron, some guys we picked up in a bar one night, but that we got serious about over time. Most recently, Kate had crushed on Arrow and Chet, two hunky guys on the house construction team; she'd gotten them interested not only in her, but also the family and this resulted in their coming aboard.

Fourteen of us lived in what was now a twelve-bedroom house: Greg and Linda – part of the year, and Josh, Kate, Chet, Arrow, Fran, Duke, and the six of us that started it all full time. Others routinely slept over, particularly if we'd been partying or having some kind of romantic interlude. We were a gathering point at the end of the day. Everyone knew they could find love and comfort at the house, and usually good food.

The family corporation was now about a year old. Originally we had formed the unit with six of us. The obligations we took on were based on what we could afford at the time. Thus, in the year, as we added members and they bought shares, the financial coffers grew. To everyone's amazement Tom and Dave told us that we had over $50,000 in reserves, and that all the improvements on the house had been paid for, thus, except for the mortgage and routine expenses for the house and meals we were well ahead of the game. 

Duke and Chet both asked about the details. The monthly cost for a 'live in,' including a contribution to the food budget was less than $1,800 per month including a contingency. The fourteen 'live ins' contributed $25,200 per month. Expenses were running more like $14,000 per month. 

Tom explained that the excess, plus initial contributions to buy 'stock' that went out as the down payment on the house, meant that we were now collecting around $300,000 a year from 'live ins' and spending at the rate of $170,000. The family wanted to build reserves against down times or emergency repairs.

Dave added, "Although arbitrary at this stage, the nine 'commuters' are adding in about $200 per person per month, which mostly goes for food and drink they consume while they're on premises. We don't track it, as you all know. Tom and I are a little uncertain about whether you think that's fair or not, and how we should apportion expenses for the time you're in the house. Maybe we need a subcommittee?"




Dreams Ch. 05



Greg, who'd been head of the kitchen and meals committee, raised another idea several of us had kicked around, namely, hiring one or two people to cook, landscape, shop, run errands, and such for everyone in the family. He said, "Right now, we have the space. If room and board are part of the package, it could be very appealing in this economy for someone to work with us."

Kate said, "I think I know a couple that might be interested. Both college educated, cute, motivated, but out of work. Tony and Jasmine – everyone calls her Jazz."

Greg reminded her, "They've got to fit in and be tolerant of our ... err, life style. If no one objects, I suggest Kate have them come up to the house and talk to some of us."

There was no objection, and Kate said she'd call them and see if they were interested in a most unusual job for a while. The discussion also turned to how much we'd be willing to pay for all those services.

We discussed financials for almost an hour, talking about reserve investment, and future construction projects including a barn large enough to house all our cars and provide some storage. We were all ready to chip in some additional funds to make some of these things happen as we preserved the prosperity of the family. I was amazed at the buying power the "Family" had when we amassed some of our funds.

Tom was playing moderator, and when we reached the time he thought we should stop in that area, he announced we were moving on. He turned to me.

I talked about membership starting by sharing the views I had gotten from the family about what 'membership' meant to them: basking in the intentional love of the community we'd formed, of course the sex, and having a home unlike any other. I could have gone on but I kept it short.

Next I talked about the visions I saw for where we were headed if we stayed about the same size, and if we opened up membership. There were some warning flags I raised about growing too large.

I drew a strong distinction between members that were 'live ins' versus the 'commuters.' In one sense we were at capacity in the house, however, at night because of our coupling habits and our general desire to never sleep alone, there were usually three or four bedrooms empty. I talked about the pros and cons of 'hot beds' for new members, as well as the need for one's own space for clothes, dressing, and just private time. I addressed the capacity of the kitchen too; now easily able to serve at least fifty or more with some advance planning. More typically, however, whoever had meal duty was preparing food to serve the 'live ins' plus four, five, or even ten others.

Then I raised the issue of new members, talking specifically about Annie, Pam, and two others suggested by family members. They all wanted to live in.

Then I shifted into talking about children, since I saw the decision closely linked. This was a more delicate discussion. 

Family members that wanted to have children within the next three years included Tara, Beth, Marcella, and me. Pam, if she joined us, already had a six year old; that might mean five children added to the family in the near future.

I studied people's looks around the circle. Bill and Debbie had already birthed Kate, Brian, and Beth. They were looking forward to being grandparents. Greg and Linda fit in the same category, although their kids were grown and had moved far from the area. Alan and Karen had also launched their children, having started when they were quite young. Annie had a twenty-one year old in the military on his second tour in Afghanistan. Kate intended to wait at least a decade.

I talked about the implications of having children around the home: bedroom space, additional expenses, playground space, curtailment of our spontaneous sex sessions around the house and beside the pool as the children aged, chaos around meal time, need for parenting from everyone in the house – males included, and the portent of special needs kids should the situation arise.

I also listed the other possibilities for dealing with the situation: pregnant family members move out and get their own place, essentially becoming single mothers; and dropping out of the family entirely – the family not being children friendly, so to speak. 

Chet said, "That would break up the entire family if you did that. I like kids."

Peter said, "Having kids is part of being in a family."

The murmurs around the room all favored having the kids in the house, even immediately adding a six-year-old if Pam joined us.

I said to everyone, "OK, we're going to do a secret ballot on this because there are politically correct things to say and then there's how you really feel about this. You've all known this was on the agenda for a week too." I passed out pieces of paper and pencils to everyone in the room.

"There are two questions I want you to answer in order, on you piece of paper. First, should we limit membership; 'yes' means to stop admitting new members such as Annie and Pam and the others, 'no' means we have open enrollment and continue to grow." Everyone made notations on their pages.

I went on, "The second question is 'Shall the house and family be open to children?' 'Yes' means there are no limits on family additions; 'no' means there need to be some limits and further discussion or ideas are needed." Again, everyone wrote on their pages. As they wrote I said, "You can add a comment or two to any of these questions too."

I collected the folded over pieces of paper as Tom called a short break. The two of us counted the 'ballots' as several in the group looked on.

In the end I had tears rolling down my cheeks. Everyone gathered around.

Tom was better able to speak than I due to the emotionally charged issues at hand. He called the meeting to order again and announced, "The votes are unanimous. We do not limit membership and we're going to have some children." I started to sob against Beth's shoulder. I didn't realize I'd been so anxious about this subject until I saw the tally unfolding. I was going to be a mother. My family was going to stay in tact. Everyone applauded.

Tom restored order again, and then said, "There were a couple of written comments. Two stated the timing should be left up to each mother to be. Another comment asked are we going to 'couple up' so that we know the parentage? I forgot that those things had been on the agenda."

Linda drew herself up in to matriarchal figure she could often be in the household as the most senior female. She sat on the edge of her chair, and all eyes turned to her and a hush fell over the room. She spoke softly, "My dear ones, and I love you all, but parenting isn't something you vote on – although I did vote, yet it bothered me and I've figured out why."

"Children are the result of two people loving each other. Now, in this family we share that love with multiple partners. I feel the children that result from our partnering should have multiple parents reflecting the many points of love we find in this family. In that love we share with each other, we have worshipped spontaneity, humor, tolerance, and compassion. We have shunned what felt like it would be restrictive. So my friends don't further manage the situation. We all feel the same; it's time to let nature take it course, when it wants to, and how it wants to."

Linda sat back in her seat. There wasn't another comment in the room. 

Tom waited a long personal moment as he reflected on Linda's wisdom, and then said, "Other comments." There were none. I was holding Tom's hand so tight I realized I was probably cutting off circulation to his fingers.

He turned to Mar and said, "You were going to comment on the social comings and goings for the family?"

Mar smiled broadly and said, "I only have one announcement: orgy four weeks from tonight – guests invited, same rules as last time only we'll have more bedrooms available."

Everyone applauded and the meeting broke up.

*

Sunday afternoon Annie and Pam showed up with a two surprises, one for Dave, that ultimately changed his life, and the other proved to be a joy to all of us. I saw their car coming up the drive about two in the afternoon. There were four people in it, and I went out to meet them even though I was topless.

Annie and Pam got out, along with a tall handsome guy that used a cane, and a young girl. The man was about thirty, and upon introductions I learned his name was John Morrison. He looked pleased to be greeted by a half nude woman.

The young girl, age six, was Amanda – Pam's daughter. I was a little sensitive to what she might think, but she seemed to think little about my semi-nudity, and no one made any fuss about it so we all just let it slide. 

Annie said they wanted to introduce John to Dave before we got social. They wanted Dave to talk to John; Pam pointed to John's legs. He didn't seem the least self-conscious about them. He turned to me and said, "Some rag head blew them away in Iraq a couple of years ago – an IED. I'm used to it now; it's just the way it used to be, only I have metal legs now – and a cane for balance." He waved the cane in the air slightly. 

I led them all through the house to the rear patio where I'd seen Dave reading as he sat in his wheelchair. Dave looked up at us, and introductions were made. He seemed particularly happy to meet Amanda.

Annie said to him, "Dave, I know you've been agonizing over the loss of your leg, and that's why I thought you should meet John. He's been through the same thing – twice over actually. He has some insights that you might like to hear. I think the two of you are a lot alike."

Dave looked surprised and unsure about whether he was 'up' for this discussion. I kissed him on the side of the head, and said, "Please, Dave; talk to John. We want you to heal – inside – and get back with us the way you were."

He grumbled and looked away from us, "I'll never be back to the way I was."

John stepped into the talk and spoke in a commanding voice, "I felt the same way two years ago, and I'm here to tell you that you WILL, if you want, go back to the way you were – even better, because you'll be stronger physically and mentally than you were. There's a toughness you can develop that'll see you over the bad spells."

Dave's head had whipped around to look at John as he spoke – and spoke with such authority.

John turned to the four of us and said in a more conversational tone, "Why don't you leave the two of us alone for a while. This talk should be just between us guys." He turned back to Dave and asked, "Mind if I sit a while?"

As Annie, Pam, Amanda, and I walked back into the house I looked over my shoulder at the pair. John had hiked both pants legs up to reveal he'd lost both legs below the knee. Amanda came up beside me and held my hand, allowing me to lead her into the house. It was a very engaging move.

Pam produced a bag of toys, and set Amanda in the corner of the kitchen. The child seemed quiet and content with the activity.

The three of us sat at the kitchen counter. I asked where John had come from. Annie smiled and pointed at Pam. Pam laughed and said, "I dated him in high school – he was an athlete and good student, and since he came back from Iraq we've gone out a few times. It's nothing romantic, but I watched him go through hell when he came back. I heard from a friend what had happened, so I went to say hello and express my sympathies. He was sort of where Dave is at the time, but I watched him grow over the past two years. Besides being one of the best damn insurance agents in the state, he also does a lot of volunteer work with guys like Dave and soldiers coming home that have been damaged. He's a great guy."

I raised my eyebrows and teased her as I put on a kettle to make some tea for us, "And there's no chemistry there?"

Pam said, "I could muster up something, but he's got a steady girl. I don't want to complicate his life by coming on to him."

Annie jumped in and said, "Can I change the subject?"

"Sure," I said.

She was silent for a moment, and I guessed what she intended to ask. Finally, it came, "How did the meeting go yesterday?" The question was appropriately vague so that it left me miles of room to give her any answer I wanted; even ducking what I knew was her real question about moving in with the family.

I looked at both Annie and Pam. They both hung anxiously on what I might say. I moved around the counter to Annie, and hugged her. I extended my arm to Pam, and the three of us hugged for a moment. I kissed both of them, not in a sexy or passionate way, but to signal to them how welcome they were. 

I whispered to the two, "Welcome. Welcome to the family."

Annie signed and I felt dampness on her cheeks. Pam uttered through her tears, "Thank you. You're saving my life."

The girls hung around most of the afternoon before heading off. The afternoon was warm and so Amanda had great fun swimming in the pool, and then chasing some geese down by the pond. I felt some real bonding with each of them.

A week later, on another warm Saturday afternoon, Kate and Greg escorted a nice looking couple around the house. I saw the rest of the interview team heading off in another direction with smiles on their faces. Kate stopped and brief introductions were made to Tony and Jazz, the couple the family might hire to help us run the house and growing family. Tony was a tall, strong, swarthy man in his mid-twenties. Jazz was a pixie blond with narrow hips, a bubble butt, and a full top she hid partly in a multi-layered top that revealed just enough cleavage to make her highly appealing. I hoped they'd take the job. They were both nice eye candy to have around.

*

Orgy II, or O2 as it got shortened to, occupied everyone's thinking about planning and preparation in the weeks leading up to the event. Marcella's organizational skills came forward in glorious fashion as she organized teams of us to work on drinks, hors d'oeuvres, decorations, special effects, the guest list, layout of the house, and a hundred little items from her list. Much to my surprise she'd made notes after the orgy the previous October about what she liked and would change.

I got assigned to the 'special effects' team with Alan and Arrow, and also to the 'guest coordination team' with Mar. We were supposed to take each of the orgy rooms and create a special theme that would heighten the sexual experiences of the family and guests.

Frankly, I wondered about 'guests.' I mean, how do you invite someone to an orgy? 'Hey, babe, some friends of mine are having a fuck fest... wanna go?' or 'Do you happen to be into wild and promiscuous sex? Some friends of mine are ...' or 'Am I remembering that you like unusual parties, well ...' None of these seemed like good 'pickup' lines and I couldn't think of any others that would work, but that wasn't my problem.

Much to my surprise, however, various family members reported they were bringing a total of ten guests to our Saturday party. Alan and Karen were bringing another couple they'd been intimate with on and off over the years – Don and Sara. Walt was bringing an old girlfriend named Lynn that he thought might actually like to be a family member; Lynn wouldn't come without her best friend – another woman named Val. Duke had gotten Steve and his new wife Angie to come up from Texas, along with Aaron who was still trying to get reassigned. Aaron was bringing a 'date' named Jane. Debbie was bringing a friend named Alice; Mark was to bring a woman named Kat; and Peter had befriended Adam, a new man at work he thought would be a sterling addition to the event. With the additions we'd have thirty-five at the orgy. I secretly love crowds and having sex in front of a group!

Mar had me make sure each of the family members bringing guests had adequately prepared them for what to expect. We didn't want any naked guests streaking into the night when they realized they'd arrived at our hedonistic pleasure palace. 

One Monday evening, it was also my job to bring Annie and Pam up to speed on what to expect, or, of course, to offer them the opportunity as we all had to opt out. Annie knew the score from our previous talks and with discussions she'd had with Dave and Fran when they were in the hospital she worked at, plus a few chats around the house. She'd 'told all' to her sister. That part of the job turned out easier than I thought it would be.

Pam asked dozens of questions, such as: 'Can you have sex with several people at the same time? Is it all right to just watch for a while? Will there be other people there my age? What about my drooping boobs? Can you join someone else; for instance, if you see something going on you want to be part of? Who takes the initiative and how? Is there a 'safe word'? Were you sore the next morning? What's it like to be in a threesome? Foursome? What's it like making love with another woman? How do we know everyone is 'safe'? Will people talk later? Am I a slut for doing this?'

We talked for a couple of hours about the event. It helped me re-attach to some of the underlying philosophies about pleasure, love, and interconnectedness with people in an intimate way that were important to me.

While Annie, Pam, and I were talking Mar came into the living room with a downcast face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Dave wants to opt out of Saturday. I was hoping he'd be 'up' for the event, particularly after talking to your friend John last week. He seems happier, and we even talked about him getting a prosthesis, but he's worried he won't perform well – I think his ego is all wrapped up in this. He hasn't had sex since the accident, well except for masturbating he confessed."

Annie said, "Let me have a talk with him. Is it too late to see him now?" Mar pointed down the open hall to the sunroom door. Curtains on the door gave Dave privacy, but also showed whether he was asleep or awake when the light was on.

I watched her sway down the hall, and actually got a little turned on as I watched the sway of her hips and the shimmy of her breasts. Dave was about to have 'an experience.'

Pam and I grinned at each other. She said, "Annie's needed a project for some time. Dave is going to be her project." She paused and added, "I hope Dave likes blowjobs; Annie prides herself on being one of the best in the country."

A few minutes later, I noticed the light in the sunroom went out. An hour later, Annie came out of the sunroom door, adjusting her clothing and looking like the Cheshire cat. She acted surprised to see Pam and I still sitting in the living room. She said, "Dave's coming on Saturday and he'll be fine – or perhaps I should say cuming." She laughed at her humor, collected her things, and led Pam out the door to go back to her sister's apartment in the city. Annie planned to move into the house in about a month, and Pam only after her lease was up at the end of the year.

To be continued.
List of Characters
Men (Including Those From Earlier Chapters)
Tom Ransom – 36 – Handsome. Dreamlover?
Peter Winslow – 32 – Scandinavian
Dave Wescott – 31 – Smart. Gentle.
Duke – 40 – Texan. Bar pickup
Aaron – 35 – Texan. Bar pickup
Steve – 32 – Texan. Bar pickup
Greg White – Late 50s – Owner of Niland Springs home
Josh – 32 – Ariel's brother
Walt – 26 – Marcella's brother
Bill Cariola – 50 – Beth's step father
Brian Cariola – 28 – Beth's brother
Mark Hendricks – 45 – Dave's friend from work
Chet – 30 – On Bill's work crew
Arrow – 30 – On Bill's work crew
Alan Vessy – 45 – Fran's flirty friend from work
Don – 45 – Friend/lover of Alan and Karen; married to Sara
Adam – 32 – Friend of Peter
Tony – 30 – Hired by Family with Jazz

(Characters appearing only briefly not listed).

Women
Ariel – 29 – Story teller. 
Marcella (Mar) – 29 – Ariel's best friend from work




Dreams Ch. 05



Beth Cariola – 31 – Ariel's friend from work
Linda White – 52 – Greg's wife; owner of Niland Springs home
Debbie Cariola – 50 – Beth's mother
Fran (Drake) Tilman – 36 – Ariel's friend from work; works at another company
Kate Cariola – 24 – Beth's younger sister
Tara Emery – 34 – Josh's ex-client and friend
Karen Vessy – 43 – Alan's wife; friend of Fran
Annie Myette – 45 – Dave and Fran's nurse
Pam – 45 – Annie's sister
Amanda – 6 – Pam's daughter and Annie's neice
Sara – 42 – Don's wife; friends/lovers with Alan and Karen
Lynn – 26 – Friend of Walt
Val – 27 – Friend of Walt
Angie – 30 – Steve's new wife
Jane – 33 – Friend of Aaron
Alice – 48 – Friend of Deb
Kat – 35 – Sexy friend of Mark
Jazz (Jasmine) – 28 – Hired by Family with Tony

*



Dreams Ch. 06



Please read the previous chapter before starting this one. This story follows an increasing number of characters; thus, to reduce confusion the reader will find a 'list of the characters' at the end of each chapter with approximate ages and how they 'fit' into the plot. Enjoy.

The Stuff That Dreams Are Made of -- Chapter 6

The 'special effects' team met the following Wednesday night, charged to make each bedroom a 'special' place in some way. Arrow, Alan, and I started in the living room and talked for a bit, sharing ideas before we did our house tour. 

Among the ideas, Arrow suggested that each room have a television playing porn. He said we could tailor the porn to the activity promoted in the room: group, threesome, lesbian, gay, BSDM, anal, and so forth. I jotted the idea down on my notepad. 

Initially I liked the idea, but then I had a further idea of my own. I excused myself and went off to find Peter. He was our resident amateur photographer and always looking for interesting things to shoot. I shared my idea with him and he lit up. He also reminded me of the porn videos we'd made months earlier when we'd first gotten together as a group of six.

I went back to the living room and collected Alan and Arrow so we could walk to each bedroom and study it to see what other ideas we could come up with. 

We didn't get very far. I wanted both of them, so I led them to the unoccupied large Bedroom E in the new addition. As I climbed the stairs, I made sure to put a little extra wiggle in my ass and shimmy my breasts at them. I had a micro skirt on and no panties, plus a man's shirt tied just under my tits. With my hair up in a sexy twist, freshly showered, and a light clean scent, I figured I was irresistible. I was.

Near the top of the stairs, Alan ran his hand up my leg. I stopped allowing his fingers to stroke my slit -- even penetrating me. I was moist in anticipation. He just said, "Lead on." I looked back at Arrow and Alan, and they both gave me that leering look that said they were horny too.

Inside the bedroom, Peter stood with his camcorder next to him on a tripod. He'd also had time to set up two photo floodlights to add to the other lights already in the room. I explained to Alan and Arrow that we were going to make our own porn film to show at the orgy rather than use commercial films. I then grinned at them. They clearly liked the idea.

Peter started filming. I let the men cuddle and strip me as we stood inside the new room and Peter filmed. One large mattress had been tossed into the room; adequate for what was to follow I was sure.

I pulled out each of their tumescent cocks from their pants, and then alternated licking, sucking, and lightly biting each one in as erotic a way as I could. In the meantime, both men leaned over and fondled my taut breasts or fingered my pussy. At one point, I had a mouth on each breast, and fingers from two different men in my cunt. As I gave the two blowjobs, sometimes taking both cocks into my mouth simultaneously, I could feel the men harden to the consistency of cobalt steel. 

Peter guided his camera in for close-ups of my sucking as well as Alan and Arrow's fingers in my pussy.

Alan took the initiative and pushed me back on the mattress. He buried his face in my pussy, his long talented tongue immediately starting to tongue-fuck me. Arrow had stripped and dropped his engorged penis in my mouth. I was in heaven: stimulation of my clit was rapidly pushing me towards a climax, and the oral sex I gave was a pleasure as well. 

I crested, and a small wave of pleasure washed over me. I held tightly to Arrow's cock as Alan pushed his cock up into my body, creating another wave of pleasure at the sudden fullness he gave me. I squeezed tightly to give him greater sensation as he started to slowly oscillate in and out of me. I lapped at the cock near my mouth.

After a few minutes, Arrow touched Alan's shoulder and suggested they switch. Alan snapped his cock from me, a move that almost pushed me over the edge again. Arrow came between my legs and roughly thrust into me, driving hard. The act might have hurt had I not been so wet with my own fluids and desire. He did read my mood correctly.

I moaned, "I love you both," as they pushed into me -- one into my throat and the other my vagina. I actually wanted both cocks deep in me -- any orifice would do.

Arrow's hips became a blur as he sped up, reaching his own crescendo. I could feel my own climax coming, the warmth rising from within me. I pulled off of Alan's cock so I could hold it and lock eyes with Arrow. His expression was intense, yet he looked at me with the air of man desperate to bring me pleasure.

Suddenly, Arrow thrust extra hard into me four times; I could feel his jism erupting from his cock and coating my insides. The feeling made me crest again, my orgasm sliding over my nude body as Alan kissed me and Arrow focused on his delivery.

Peter captured the entire sequence on his camera, even focusing in on my dripping vagina after Arrow pulled away. In one shot I saw later, a rivulet of cum slid from my cunt and ran down my slit, over my asshole, and dripped to the bed. It was a very erotic shot.

I whispered, "Alan, please make love to me too." He moved in front of me, replacing Arrow, and slowly entered me at a pace that seemed to tease as well as provoke. The friction of his full penis dragging along the fibers of my vagina, drove me right back towards my orgasm space.

Arrow was now the one kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, or perhaps it was from Alan's kisses a moment earlier. I liked my own taste and found it erotic and stimulating. 

I looked at Alan and his eyes were locked on me. He said, "Ariel, I love you. Now cum -- cum for me. When you cum, I'll cum. I'll finish filling your insides with hot semen. You'll be so full you drip all night long, and you'll remember our hard cocks inside you -- fucking you -- making love to you again. And, on Saturday, at the orgy, you'll still have our cum inside you, and Arrow and I will fuck you again."

Somewhere in the mix, Peter was suddenly beside me, offering me his long prick to suck on. I loved Peter too, so it was only natural to try to bring him pleasure. I noted the camera aimed at our foursome as Alan pumped into me and I sucked the other two men. 

I like dirty talk from my lovers, and Alan's rants drove me even more into my erotic orgasm space. I came. I could feel my vaginal muscles clamp down on Alan's cock. Arrow pinched both my nipples hard, a move that propelled me deep into the outer realms of the universe of love and pleasure.

Suddenly, Alan jerked away, and Peter buried his rigid rod in my tunnel, pumping hard and driven to cum inside me. I hugged and kissed him as his hips alternated with lightning speed, his long cock dragging back and forth over my clitoris. After so short a time, I crested again -- really peaked, the pleasure washing over me as I felt Peter's semen flood my already full pleasure hole.

I didn't quite black out, but I sure became little more than a blob of protoplasm lying on the bed surrounded by the three male bodies. They rained more kisses on me, and I kissed back automatically. I loved Alan. I loved Arrow. I loved Peter. I knew they loved me.

We lay in our after glows for many minutes as I floated hazily in my feelings of exhilaration and eroticism. Peter eventually extracted himself from me and tended to the camera, again capturing a shot of my overly full cunt dripping man juice.

Gradually, reality returned and I suggest a shower for three. One advantage of this bedroom was the huge shower stall that could comfortably hold six people and douse them with multiple sprays. The three of us washed while Peter stood nude outside the shower and filmed us. Alan and Arrow took advantage of the situation to fondle every inch of my body and to love me some more.

We dried off, redressed, and then went back to considering 'special effects' for the orgy rooms. Peter did his shower and disappeared with his equipment.

Besides the TV sets that would be showing our homegrown porn, we opted for different colored lights in the rooms to set mood as well. Alan knew he could do red, blue, purple, and green splash lights against the walls to set the mood. I mentioned the 'smoke' machine we'd used last year. Arrow thought with a little ingenuity he could set the unit on the roof just outside the windows and get it to service two of the large bedrooms, a light moist mist subtly floating into both rooms. 

Of course, we talked about balloons, but Alan grinned and said, "No, we'll use blowups of colored condoms -- much more in keeping with the event." We all laughed and walked to the next bedroom. Crepe paper and streamers also came into our thinking, as well as some of the sexy disco lights

Arrow asked, "How many mattresses are there in storage? I think we need more." We did a count and he was right. We could fill three-and-a-half large bedrooms. I thought I knew where to get a couple more large mattresses, so tomorrow I'd worry that issue.

We also liked the idea of some fans gently blowing in the rooms. The weather was warm enough that active people would tend to perspire without some cooling. We ended with a list of "To Do's" about a page long. We divided up the list, kissed goodnight, and parted company. Alan headed home to his wife, promising he had enough left to make her happy before they slept. Arrow had to rise early so went to his room for an early and happy bedtime.

*

About ten days later, Saturday, the house was abuzz with preparations for the night's party. Bill arrived with six queen-size mattresses in his panel truck that he'd gotten from a motel that was closing; we wrestled them upstairs to the bedrooms adding to what we already had for wall-to-wall fucking. Lighting, decorations, room arrangements, and all were proceeding on schedule. On the back patio I also saw additional two and three person loungers arriving that the 'patio committee' must have ordered. The pool had been warmed to a comfortable eighty-five degrees, knowing that many of the participants would take at least one swim during the evening.

Inside, Mar started the day with a 'to do' list for Tony and Jazz -- the hired additions to the family. They were to be 'butler,' 'landscaper,' 'cooks,' 'valets,' and 'maids' to all of us. I wondered just how much the pair had been told about our life style and about the primary purpose of the evening's party. I let the thought pass and went back to work. The concern at the moment was setting up the bedrooms and getting some of the food prepared for the buffet meal in the evening. I 'borrowed' Tony and we went off to help take some of the new mattresses upstairs with Bill's team.

Fran was overseeing Dave, Jazz, Debbie, and Pam as they prepared hors d'oeuvres and light meals. Alan, Brian and Walt were setting up a long bar just outside the kitchen on the patio, stocking it with a huge selection of self-service drinks and beverages.

I noticed Pam's daughter helping out in the kitchen. I shot Pam a look and raised my eyebrows. Pam laughed and said; "I have to drop her off at her father's about four. Nooooo, she won't be here tonight." 

Amanda, the six-year-old, looked up and said, "It's so much fun helping you all prepare things for your big party. I hope you all have fun. Someday I hope I'm old enough to go to party just like this one."

Pam rolled her eyes at me, and I broke into hysterical laughter. Amanda looked puzzled. She couldn't imagine she'd said anything that funny.

By five o'clock, everything was the way we wanted it, and a short time after that some of our other family members and guests started to arrive. 

I made a quick pass by my room to apply makeup and change clothes, putting on my micro skirt again -- since I'd had such good luck with it a few nights earlier, as well as a black gossamer top that displayed my breasts rather well in just about any light. Just to be sure I put a little rouge on my areola to amplify their visibility. I skipped the panties, but worm some 'fuck me' spike heels.

As I came out of my room, I ran into Mar coming from her dressing area. She was wearing a floor length gossamer gown that left little to the imagination. Her full breasts were just about falling out of the thin drapes of fabric that ran over her shoulders. The impression was, "Come, take me out, and play with me." I was tempted. I even kissed her and old her so. We walked downstairs together

Beth was dressed in a wide studded belt, a thong, western boots, a cowboy hat, and a cutoff top that ended just below her erect nipples. Fran was already naked and in the pool.

As I passed through the kitchen I had to come to a stop and study Jazz's little outfit. She was in the spirit of the night, and would promote lascivious thoughts by anyone that saw her. The pixie blond was in 'fuck me' heels, black stockings attached to a visible garter belt that showed exquisite taste at Victoria Secret, and wore a scanty and frilly maid's outfit -- a two piece black micro skirt trimmed in white lace, with a matching top that stretched across her giant mammaries with a large zipper in front that invited unzipping and playing with her 'toys.' She was clearly 'The Maid' and a damned sexy one too.

Tony worked beside Jazz doing some last minute preparation for the bar. He was topless, his olive skin and six-pack abs showing beneath a set of wide suspenders that held up some grey stovepipe slacks that showed off his tight ass. I was sure he'd get pinched more than a few times by the horny women in our crowd.'

Aaron and Steve drove in together with Jane and Angie. We all hugged and introductions were made as they toured the house on their own. Aaron and Steve, of course, knew just about everyone. I looked out a few minutes later and saw the foursome shedding their clothing on the patio preparatory to a late afternoon swim. They were in the right spirit. Also, I noted how beautiful Angie and Jane were. I felt that Sapphic stirring in my loins, only to be replaced with more earthy thoughts when I saw Steve and Aaron's equipment swinging in the breeze.

Mark arrived with his friend Kat and introduced her around the house. Kat wore hot pants and a see through top that invited play. Close on his heels, Walt arrived on his motorcycle with a bikini clad, shapely co-ed on the back. He introduced Lynn to all of us. Lynn said that her friend Val was right behind them, and sure enough a new face appeared at the door moments later. Val was more conservatively dressed, but clearly had dispensed with her bra. Walt whispered to me that they three of them had spent the previous night together and were a little worn out, but they'd been saving themselves all day for tonight.

Linda came downstairs in a gorgeous white peignoir. Beneath it, her elegant body was often visible as the material shifted around. Against a backlit door or window, little was left to the imagination. She went around kissing everyone rather passionately, even inviting male hands inside the folds of the diaphanous material.

Tara wore bikini bottoms that were little more than a whisper of material that barely covered her trimmed pubic hair and slit. She also wore a colorful scarf around her neck, the long ends floating over her exposed breasts or even over her shoulders when she walked. She stated she didn't want to be overdressed. 

Arrow and Chet came down with Kate. All were wearing loin clothes and looked like they'd stepped out of a Tarzan movie with two Tarzan's. Kate was topless, a move she could easily pull off because I thought she had the most beautiful breasts of anyone I knew. The two men's penises we partially erect and barely held back by the small square of material they each wore over their pubic area. The men's cute butts were amplified by the lily white asses the two construction guys sported.

Alan and Karen arrived with their friends Don and Sara. The chemistry felt so nice with everyone as we met and hugged. Mar broke away from worrying last minute details so she could give a house tour. I noticed Don salivating as one of Mar's breasts slid out from under her top. She invited him to adjust it to his liking and he did, promptly exposing both breasts rather than just the one. Sara and Karen laughed at his antics. Mar just left things that way, and led them into the other part of the house. 

Peter's friend Adam arrived and I coupled him up with Tara so he didn't feel like the lone ranger. Both looked pleased with the introductions and wandered off together towards the bar. Annie and Pam came back to the house after an errand and dropping off Amanda with her father. Both wore gauzy nightshirts that barely covered their naked bodies.

About six, I saw Bill's van coming up the driveway. After they parked, I watched four people get out of it: Bill, Debbie, Brian, and their guest Alice, a younger version of Deb. Brian ran up and gave me a hug and kiss, and then whispered something lewd in my ear that made me laugh. He went off to find Kate -- his sister. I described her 'outfit.' Deb and Alice also had on micro skirts on, thongs, and wife beaters that had been moistened so they clung to their breasts.

I guess the word had gotten out to dress provocatively.

A few more people went in the pool. Soon the kitchen and pool patio were alive with people circulating and introducing themselves to each other, usually with kisses and hugs. Increasingly, I saw an errant hand or finger stroking a breast or lifting one of the micro skirts to smooth a pretty ass. Why, I invited those actions quite often as I moved around the party.

Tony, our new employee, had taken his station behind the bar, and was shoveling out drinks faster than the best I'd ever seen. I watched how warm and chatty he was with everyone, and how he had something nice and catchy to say. 

Jazz circulated through the revelers with trays of hors d'oeuvres, always catching the attention of both men and women alike. I often saw a lusty leer follow her little maid's uniform with her nearly visible ass as she sashayed between the groups. She seemed so natural, yet I could tell she knew the wake she was leaving in her path. She too was outgoing and chatty with everyone. I could tell she was making people feel better because they interacted with her.

When Jazz came up to me, I was standing with Duke, Mark, and Mark's new girlfriend Kat. I'd just started to tell Kat the underlying philosophy of the family and house when Jazz came up with a tray of canapés -- little scallops wrapped in bacon. "Hi everyone, I'm Jazz. Can I offer you something -- anything -- anything at all?" The last statement was made with a highly suggestive and provocative tone. She went on, "We have lots more coming from the kitchen. Oh, you all look so cute and sexy in your outfits ... and oh, those tight western pants must mean you're from Texas, right?"

Duke responded with a big smile looking down on the pixie, "Why, yes, little lady." We all helped ourselves to her initial offering.

Jazz turned to me and said, "You're Ariel, right? I heard you sort of run the house."

I laughed. "Well, no 'one' runs the house. Tom is sort of the head if anyone is, or Greg since this was his house before we all bought it and turned into a large family home."

Jazz smiled broadly and said, "Well, Marcella told me that you have Tom and Greg wrapped around your little finger and that they'll do anything you want them to." She laughed to indicate that she knew that Mar had been stretching the truth with that little rumor. It made me laugh too.

I said, "I'll have to talk to them and see what I can get away with." As an after thought, I asked her, "I assume Kate or Mar or someone explained about what's going on here tonight."




Dreams Ch. 06



Jazz got a sexy look on her face and said, "Yes. I just hope things are still going on when Tony and I get off duty." She looked around the patio and said, "And when do things start, I mean besides the nudies in the pool?"

Her matter of fact approach to things assured me that Kate had not only brought her up to speed, but also made a wise decision in who to bring into our midst. I responded, "Any second now the serious 'stuff' will start. Keep your eyes open." We both laughed at my emphasis of words.

Jazz laughed and headed off to the kitchen for the next tray. 

I turned back to Duke and the others. He said, "Now THAT's a nice package. She here just for tonight?" 

I explained about trying Tony and Jazz out tonight to see how they worked with everyone, and if they could tolerate the sexual antics of the family. I realized I'd get to evaluate things a little sooner than not when I saw Fran reclining in one of the loungers with Chet between her legs administering a tongue lashing to her pussy.

Dave rolled up to us and said, "And they're off and running." He then rolled on into the house with Pam following close behind trying to keep up. She had a gleam in her eye, and, for that matter, so did Dave.

Annie came up to us on their heels. She rolled her eyes after Pam and whispered in my ear, "Pam gave Dave four high dose Viagra tablets about a half hour ago. He should be good for the whole night. You might want to drop by his room later to relieve one of us." She grinned mischievously at me, and then sauntered after Arrow who seemed to be wandering around alone at the moment.

Duke, Mark and Kat had been watching Fran and Chet. I hadn't realized Fran was such an exhibitionist. Her moans and little shrieks of pleasure floated across the pool to the patio where we stood watching their sex show.

Duke said, "That give you any ideas?" He leered at me to tell me he was ready to go. He added, "I could make you feel really good with some tongue lovin'."

Mark and Kat blushed. Just to tease I said, "All right, but only if Kat gets the same treatment next to me from Mark ... or someone else of her choice." Kat nodded in enthusiastic agreement with my idea.

Duke led us into the house and up to one of the bedrooms. Along the way we picked up some of the paper grocery bags to leave our clothing in.

Duke picked Bedroom C since it was the closest to the top of the stairs. He led us into the room. A splash light of blue illuminated one wall and reflected up onto the ceiling. It gave the room a cool and clean look. Also floating into the room was a smoky haze that picked up some of the light.

The HD television was playing a porn video. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was Mar, Greg, Josh, and Tara swapping around as they fucked and sucked anything within reach. I wondered if I'd see myself. 

Duke stopped in his tracks and stared at the TV. Finally, he said, "That's Mar and Tara and some of the guys! Wow! Our own personal porn film. That's hot."

I pulled off my gauzy top as Kat removed hers. I whispered to her, "You ever kiss a girl?"

She said, "Sure, lots of time. I hope that's an offer."

It was, and right after her hot pants hit the floor she flowed into my arms. The guys were still undressing -- too many layers.

Kat and I kissed and quickly got into some tongue action. We rubbed our full breasts together, both knowing as we did that we were driving the guys crazy. 

Duke suddenly said, "Hey, there you are Ariel -- on the TV."

Kat and I looked from our embrace nearby. Sure enough, there I was with Alan and Arrow a few days earlier as we had our little MMF and Peter videoed us. Of course Peter joined in too, as my friends would shortly see when the camera either got left on the tripod or one of the other two guys played photographer.

Kat said, "That's really hot -- you being fucked by two guys. Did you do that just for tonight?"

"No, I was going to fuck them anyway -- really it was making love, and then I thought about what would make for good entertainment tonight, and so I got Peter to film us. He gets in the picture real soon too."

Kat and I were fingering each other's slits as the video played. The guys were standing there slowly beating off to the combination of Kat and I, and my starring role in the porn film on the television.

As the scene continued, Kat and I lay down. We were more focused on each other than on the television. Soon my focus changed to Duke as I felt him pull my legs apart and then blow gently on my moist pussy. His tongue followed the breeze of cool air, lapping my entire slit from end to end -- the roughness of his tongue exciting my labia and my clitoris as he passed through the area. I moaned.

Next to me, Kat whimpered as well as Mark went down on her. I reached down and stroked Mark's hair as he tongue-fucked the gorgeous woman I'd just met an hour earlier. 

Kat reached over to me, and pushed Duke lower in my slit so that she could stimulate my clitoris. He seemed content to allow her the Sapphic act, and I did too for that matter. I turned to Kat, and the two of us brought our tongues into play with each other -- licking tongues as we got eaten out by the men.

Kat jerked a few times and said, "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum." Her back arched off the bed and I could tell a long slow orgasm ran through her body. At the end of the spasm, she turned to me and said, "Kiss me."

I kissed her, giving her my most passionate 'best.' She seemed to like that, and so did Duke who was back on my clit now that Kat was occupied elsewhere. I could feel my own sex explosion warming my body from the inside -- and then, it hit. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I pushed my entire body into Duke's mouth -- or it felt like I did. He backed off, and let me bask in the pleasure he'd just brought me. Kat returned the favor of the passionate kiss.

"Oh, wow," I said, "That was spectacular. I've waiting all day for something like that."

Duke said with a touch of sarcasm, "All day?"

I said, "Yea, normally on Saturdays I have sex four or five times before dinner, but because of the party I saved it."

Before Duke could respond, Kat said, "You're my new role model. You've got to tell me more about this family thing you live in. Mark's told me a little."

Mark said, "Not now. Let's switch. I want to sample Ariel's pretty snatch before we return to the party." He looked at Kat to be sure she was all right with his pronouncement. Duke was already moving into position.

A minute or two into being eaten, Kat rolled into me as Mark's tongue hit my already sensitive clit again and again. We French kissed. She jerked which let me know that Duke was still on the job. Between kisses she said, "I'm not going to last as long -- I'm still on an orgasmic high from the last one."

"Me too." I could already feel the warmth spreading back through me. I clutched Kat's naked body to mine as the climax hit -- transporting me back to infinity at the speed of light. The blue light in the room shattered into a million little photons, each one distinguishable and touching my body in a sensuous way. Kat came too. Our mouths ground together in passion.

Duke and Mark looked pleased with themselves. Their hard-ons stood at right angles to their bodies. 

I asked, "Do you want to fuck us or a blow job? What can we do to reward you for such wonderful services?" I knee-walked up to Mark, rubbed my breasts against his chest, and kissed him passionately. I could taste myself, and I could taste Kat.

Kat had rewarded Duke in a similar manner. 

Duke said, "Right now, nothing, but put us on your dance card for later."

I noted the bedside clock was nearing eight o'clock. I said, "You'll both get to fuck us anyway if you come to the 'All Fuck.' The more the merrier!"

Kat said in a tone that showed she was awed by the events so far, "What's an 'All Fuck'?"

The three of us uttered words like awesome, mind-blowing, marvelous, something to remember for the rest of time. I then explained, "We did it last year. It's so everyone at the party can fuck everyone else -- it's a numbers game. The women all lie next to each other, and the guys have sixty seconds to fuck you before they move to the next. Last orgy we had I fucked fourteen guys in almost as many minutes. There are seventeen here tonight -- plus Tony who I hope will join in, or at least do me later."

"When is it?"

"Marcella said around nine o'clock. We're going to do it in the living room and sunroom combined so Dave can join in."

"I can't wait," Kat said enthusiastically. Mark looked pleased with her response. "Shall we go back downstairs, or see what else is going on?"

We got up and I insisted that no one redress. In the spirit of a good orgy everyone should remain nude for as long as possible -- something about availability comes to play.

Each of the other bedrooms was in use as we went by the open doors. I knew we'd had some onlookers from time to time as we got eaten. Mostly we saw the women getting pleasured in some way, the men apparently and wisely holding out for the 'All Fuck' and then whatever they found to do afterwards.

Downstairs, even with the stereo going, things seemed quieter. We went through to the patio, and found Tony standing behind the bar waiting for customers. I noted he had a huge lump in his pants. He was gazing across the pool where Walt and Aaron were slowly fucking Jane and Val, respectively. I noted that they switched partners every few minutes. A few feet away in another chair Josh was getting a blowjob from Lynn. Kate, Bill, Arrow, and Peter floated around aimlessly in the pool, their nude bodies lit from below by the pool lights.

"See something you'd like to be doing, do ya?" I asked in a teasing voice to Tony.

"Oh yes. Marcella and Kate said Jazz and I could go 'off duty' at ten o'clock, but we should keep an eye out after that for anything that really needed doing, particularly clean up."

I told him salaciously, "Tony, I think you a Jazz should be part of the 'All Fuck' if you want to be?"

Behind me Jazz came up and said, "That sounds like fun, what's an 'All Fuck'?"

I explained to her the concept. Her eyes lit up with sexual excitement just the way Kat's had moments earlier.

She said, "Can we actually participate. I mean that would be so cool."

I nodded. 

A very naked Marcella came up behind me and kissed my back, her large hooters had erect nipples and I could feel them slide along my skin. She stuck her head around me and said to Jazz, "I agree with Ariel. You two should participate, but only if you want to. No pressure."

Tony and Jazz both looked at each other and said with huge grins, "We want to" in unison.

Tony served me up my wine cooler, and got other drinks for Duke, Mark, Mar, and Kat. About that time, Pam came out the patio door. She had that freshly fucked look about her.

I laughed at Pam and said, "Did you unleash a monster?"

"One tablet would have done the trick I think. He's in there buried to the hilt in Ann, and he's looking forward to the All Fuck. He has been saving up, but I don't think the body works that way. He said he's got a six month supply of fucking inside him and he's going to spend it all tonight."

Kat asked who Dave was and why the comments. I explained about his horrendous accident with Fran and Tara back in January, the loss of his leg, the physical therapy, and the slow recovery period -- particularly his mental attitude about life. I speculated about his getting a prosthesis. I also explained how Annie and Pam had joined us, after the long hospital stays in Vermont by Fran and Dave, and Annie's nursing the pair back to health.

Kat said, "We should talk more, and I want to meet Dave. The company I work for ... well, we make prostheses. We ... I don't know, maybe this isn't the time to bring this up, but we could really help him out."

I grabbed Kat with apologetic eyes at Duke and Mark, and led her back into the house holding her hand. As we walked I said, "Dave is some one I really love. If you can do something to help him, anything, please do. What do you do for your company?"

Kat laughed and said, "I head up R&D. The company is called Bionetics. We're on the outer loop."

"You are a dream come true for us. We've all been worried about getting Dave motivated and then outfitted in something. Oh, Kat, thank you so." I stopped in the middle of the hallway and pulled her nude body to mine and kissed her again, this time with real love for my new friend.

As we neared the sunroom I could hear the orgasmic screams of Annie as she came. Dave let out a masculine sound as well, just shy of a roar. The door was open. Kat and I stood and watched as Dave clearly emptied his semen into Annie's receptive pussy. As the two pulled apart, I noted that Dave had complied with the condom rule for the night but was still rigid and ready to go.

Annie saw us come in. "Oh, good," She said, "The next shift. This man is inexhaustible! He about did in Pam, and I thought he'd be a little weaker. No such luck."

Kat and I laughed, and went and sat on the edge of Dave's bed. Dave had a rather smug look on his face. For once, he seemed to ignore the naked stump of his leg, now well healed and just a mostly smooth rounded surface of skin just above where his knee would have been. Kat looked at the stump with a practiced eye.

"Dave this is Kat. Kat this is Dave. Dave, you know what serendipity is? Well, Kat is your serendipity for the night -- or maybe the week or month or year. I'll leave you two to talk. Annie come and tell me how you discovered you were a screamer."

Annie blushed and followed me out of the room. Behind me I could hear Kat start to explain who she was when she wasn't one of the pussies at an orgy.

We cut through the living room where Bill was getting 'fluffed' up by Karen. Beside him, Tom watched, his full cock buried deep in Tara's cunt. Neither of them was moving, so I assumed they were just enjoying the pleasure of being sexually joined together.

Duke and Aaron had disappeared by the time Annie and I got to the patio. Tony shrugged and pointed to the upstairs bedrooms. I guess someone had captured them and took them away for some sexual interlude.

Steve and Don were standing alone, their spouses apparently also off somewhere. I hugged Steve, the first opportunity I'd had since his arrival with his wife Angie. "Are you all alone? You look like you need female company." I introduced Annie and explained how I knew Steve and how Don fit in the picture.

Both men said they wanted to save themselves for the All Fuck, now less than a half hour away if Mar kept to her schedule. I noted that she'd disappeared too, and presumed that she'd captured one or both of my previous pleasure partners.

I said, "Cunnilingus? You guys up for anything like that?"

Both men smiled and we headed back into the house, Annie and I leading the way. In Bedroom A, we found Greg and Beth coupled together: she in his lap and his cock buried up into her pussy. They were just joined and not working towards any orgasm. Greg gestured us into the room, there being a surfeit of bed space in the room. 

Annie and I lay down next to each other, and the two men were promptly upon us, their tongues lashing out excitedly at the prospect of sampling new pussy. I had Don -- Alan and Karen's friend and lover (along with his wife Sara), and Steve was on Annie. I like switches.

Twenty minutes later, Annie and I lay in puddles holding the erect cocks of the two men, neither of whom had cum. Beside us Tara and Greg remained coupled and cooing love words into each other's faces; I heard Greg reciting love poems to her.

Mar stuck her pretty little body in the room. She said, "All Fuck time. Downstairs." She disappeared down the hall, and I heard her making the same announcement at each of the other bedrooms.

The six of us extricated ourselves from each other and went downstairs. The divider between the living room and adjacent sunroom had been folded up, furniture pushed to the side, and even the dining room on the other side of the living room had been commandeered for floor space. From somewhere, I know not where, gymnasium mats stretched from wall to wall in every room.

Mar shimmied into the room and took a commanding position; everybody looked at her. She said in a giggly tone, her tits shaking with joy as she tried to keep everyone's attention: "This is the All Fuck. Everyone is here, even Tony and Jazz -- Welcome!" There was light applause and a pleased murmur in the group.

She went on, "Ladies on your backs. The position is missionary, and the clock is for sixty seconds each -- only a few strokes, and that includes changing partners. We have a recording of music with a loud gong in it every sixty seconds, so gentlemen, when you hear the gong move to your right." Alan held up his left hand; Mar said, "Your other right!" and gave him a wiseass expression.

"Gentlemen, if you cum, please drop out of the circle unless you have stamina we all have dreamed about. If you recover you may reenter the pattern, but you're out of the competition. You may watch all you want." A chorus of female chuckles rippled around the rooms. "And ladies, if and when you cum, just enjoy it." More chuckles.

"Now we've done something this time that may interest you. There are nineteen women and eighteen men; so one pussy will be in waiting once in a while. In any case, don't stop when you've completed the circle -- start around again. Got that gentlemen? Keep going. In fact, keep going until you cum. We actually have a prize for the guy that can hold off the longest and resist all the female pulchritude in the room. Ladies, you can assist us, especially as round two starts, by using all of your sexual wiles and tricks to make the men cum -- making yourself cum in the process if you can. There's lots of lubricant around in case anyone dries out -- just shout and you'll have some in an instant."

She paused for questions. There were none, only excited whispers. The guys were stroking and fluffing themselves up to the task at hand. 

Mar said, "All right positions please." The women all lay down next to each other as best we could given the room arrangements. "Gentlemen pick your first partner and please wait for the first gong"

The music started, a heavy rock piece with a strong backbeat. All the men scurried into position opposite one of the women. I noted Brian helping Dave down onto the mat; he could actually balance on the one leg while kneeling.

The music paused for a second and a solid gong sound was heard. Around the circle, the guys all moved into position, sinking their clad cocks into their initial partner. There were a few moans and a lot of giggles around the room.

I was between Pam, one of our newest members, and Angie -- Steve's wife. Steve had politically started with his wife; Walt was on me; and Chet was on Pam. The fucking started in earnest, with expressions of pleasure everywhere in the room. After a minute and the next gong, the men shuffled sideways and Walt sank his eager cock into me.

As we fucked, Steve said to me while atop Jane on the other side of Angie, "I've dreamed about fucking you again ever since that gangbang weekend we did a year ago. Thanks to you I met Angie -- a woman open to this kind of fun, and I married her." He blew his wife a kiss. Angie laughed and looked at me; she said, "Thank you Ariel. I've heard all about that weekend over and over again. At first I was jealous I wasn't there, but then I realized how happy it had made Steve and my whole attitude changed." I reached over and squeezed Angie's hand. Jane was clearly concentrating on an approaching orgasm.

The gong sounded. Walt, who had started with me and moved to Angie, moved on to Jane who welcomed him with open arms. Chet, who had been pounding into Pam sank his long shaft into me. Steve moved over to Sara, and as they fucked I heard him introducing himself to her, and vice versa. I thought, 'what a nice way to meet -- cock in pussy!'




Dreams Ch. 06



A few more men rotated past us. I talked to Sara, again a visitor that was increasingly excited about the All Fuck, as well as the vibes she was picking up about the family and how we cared for each other.

I heard a masculine moan from across the room. Walt had cum in Alice -- Deb's friend. Alice had a big grin on her face. There was light applause and a few catcalls. He stood and bowed, then moved off to the side to watch.

Gong!

Josh was the next out when he was in Annie, followed in the same round with Bill in his daughter Kate. I'm not sure everyone realized the relationship. 

Gong!

Don was out next. As he stood above Kat who he had been fucking hard, he said, "That woman has pussy muscles that are unbelievable. Impossible to resist, beware gentlemen!" There was laughter around the circle.

Gong!

A few rounds went by with no one cuming. I got to fuck Dave for the first time since the accident. I whispered how much I'd missed him and was glad he was back in the 'pool.' He looked pleased. He also had the hardest boner I'd felt in a long time. Pam's little blue pills were working just fine.

Gong!

Tom really made love to me. In my mind we were the original Adam and Eve of the family -- the couple where it all started, and it grew from there, first with Mar, then with Beth, Peter, and Dave, and then Linda and Greg, and then the others. I felt so good to be in his arms, even if it was such a short time. I was thankful I was getting to make love to all my favorite people in such a short time period. 

I heard a few female moans of orgasm as the round concluded.

Gong!

A few more males came and dropped out, and few more rounds, and a few more dropped out. There was actually some breather time between males here and there. I leaned over at one of the larger gaps between men and kissed Pam. She kissed back and we had a nice time French kissing each other.

Round two started. Walt was out. Steve came back by again. Chet was out. Dave was still in, and so were Tom, Peter, Arrow, and Tony -- our new hired hand. He turned out to be remarkably handy with more than just his bartending skills.

Gong!

Peter was out; and then Arrow popped his load. A few more rounds, Tom finally couldn't hold off. I noted it was Kat again. I'd have to ask her what she did to strengthen those muscles and how to use them. Dave finally popped off in Pam; she cheered him on as he moved his hips at lightning speed to finish.

Gong!

We started to look around, and realized that Tony was the only one still humping away. At that moment he was buried in Fran who had her legs up over his shoulders and was clearly in the midst of her own orgasm.

I saw Mar stand up near the couple. She moved and turned off the music so there wouldn't be a last gong. Fran came with a shriek, and Tony apparently ejaculated into her as well, the condom catching his release. 

Tony just stayed in her, whispering a few things to her. She gave him one of her warmest smiles, and I knew there was some genuine love and affection there. He rolled off and stood on his knees, the full condom evident at the end of his long cock. 

Mar went, "Ta Daaaah!" and gestured to Tony. She said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the longest lasting cock of the night -- Mr. Tony Castiglio." There was a huge round of applause from everyone, especially Fran as she knelt beside him. Fran peeled the contraceptive off Tony's cock, tied the end off so it wouldn't leak, and then inhaled Tony's cock into her mouth so she could clean him up. There was a gasp of excitement as we watched her wanton act, although I heard several other women say things like 'I didn't know we could do that' or 'I would have done that too if I'd thought about it.'

Several other women reached for the men behind them that still had deflating penises wearing a rubber. Three other women joined the clean up squad.

Mar had watched the clean ups, yet continued to speak as she rummaged through a file folder with some of her party planning things in it. She produced an envelope that she offered to Tony. He was clearly distracted by Fran's sucking on his cock, as Mar made the official presentation.

Mar said in a slightly official voice, "The award in this envelope is actually an open invitation to the next orgy, a coupon book good for twenty-five free fucks with anyone in the family -- guys excluded (laughter), and a check for ... $500. On behalf of all the women in the room, we wish you a speedy recovery and I'm sure there are nineteen volunteers to start you cashing in some of your coupons. Oh, wait! You don't need coupons tonight, or any other night either. We all want you always!"

A round of applause broke out and Tony looked suitably humbled and embarrassed by his award. He'd almost made it around the circle twice.

Jane, Sara, Angie and I stood. Sara said, "I can't believe I was just fucked by eighteen guys, and some guys came back. What a record to remember. This has been so much fun."

I said to Angie and Sara, "Well, now the serious fucking can begin. You've had everyone at least once. Go pick a partner, although there may be some recovery time."

In fact, there was some recovery time. Everyone migrated to the patio and the pool. The air had cooled but the pool was warm, consequently steam rose from the surface of the pool -- not a lot but just enough to make it interesting. Heads bobbed around in the pool, as one after another people went in to refresh themselves from the night's main game.

I went in the pool with Tom, and we floated around and kissed one another. He told me he loved me, and I echoed the sentiment back at him.

I asked him in a teasing tone, pecking him on the lips, "Who are you going to 'get' in the next round?"

He laughed at me and said, "I thought I'd try some new tail -- the new women: Angie, Sara, Alice, Kat, Pam, Annie, Lynn, Val, or Jane."

"All of them!" I said with an astonished tone. "You've been hiding some stamina from me."

He teased back, "No, just curious about one or two of them, particularly those interesting in joining the family."

"I think that's all of them," I said, basing my opinion on random comments I'd picked up during the evening from each of them.

"Uh oh," He said. "I guess we're really going to swell in our ranks. Can we handle this?"

"Sure. If it's not based on love, they'll winnow away. If it is, they'll add to our circle of best friends and lovers."

He nodded and then asked, "Who are you aiming for later?"

"I like your idea. I want to sample some of the new dick. I love the All Fuck, but it was too short. Just as you get to enjoy someone they're off to the next pussy."

"Did you cum?"

"Oh God yes!" I declared. "Half a dozen times. You guys really know how to please a woman. I was between Pam and Angie -- they both came several times too. Angie would be in the circle if she lived closer than Texas. Sara and Jane were on the other side of her in the All Fuck -- they both want in."

Tom said looking around, "Maybe I'd better start with Sara then." 

I saw her before he did and gave him a gentle nudge in her direction. "Have fun. See you later lover."

I watched Tom rise out of the pool and walk up to Sara. She chatted with Alan, Lynn, and Chet. He whispered something in her ear, and she gave him a wide smile. She was no nubile nymph, yet for her age -- I guessed mid forties -- her body betrayed a lot of work to stay in shape and nimble: erect breasts, muscle tone, trim figure, and tight ass. You don't keep those lovely attributes without work. I know; I work at mine all the time.

Some other people joined their circle, and I noted that Tom and Sara slipped away. 

I spied Don, Sara's husband talking to Adam. I slithered out of the pool, got a towel, and walked up to the two men. I'd take either, but particularly wanted Don. I did my best imitation of a flirty female, coming on to the two men, Don especially. He rose to the occasion, so to speak when I brushed my hand against his tumescent cock -- by accident I assure you. I was amazed at how rapidly he inflated.

He said, "Would you care to slip away?" His eyes told me all; he wanted to fuck me and I was a most willing partner. I nodded in response to his invitation.

We both looked at Adam. He said, "You guys go ahead. I met this woman named Alice that I want to find." He walked away.

Don took my hand, and I let him lead me upstairs to the bedrooms -- his cock pointing the way.

As we passed by the kitchen, I noted that Jazz was seated on the kitchen counter while Peter saw-toothed his rigid cock in and out of her pussy. Don and I stopped and watched for a minute at the highly erotic scene. She was beautiful. She'd put on the little maids outfit again, but without panties and the top was open to reveal her large breasts.

At the top of the stairs, Don asked softly, "Do you want to be alone or do you like company around?"

I giggled and said, "I'm in a company mood right now. Also, I think Sara's up here somewhere, but we don't have to be in the same room she is."

We peeked in Bedroom C, and there was Sara straddling Tom and whimpering as he drove up into her down thrusts, his long cock often visible as it sought relief in her pussy. I masturbated Don's cock as he watched his wife, the rod becoming the texture of titanium steel between the visual and physical sensations he took in.

Eventually, he broke away and we moved down to Bedroom B. Inside, Brian and Val were fucking, along with Alan and Annie. Bill lay beside the two pairs apparently waiting for sloppy seconds so to speak.

I nodded to Don, and we knelt down on the mattresses next to the fucking couples and started to make out. Don knew how to kiss: soft, with full lips, the tongue not immediately doing an invasion of my mouth -- at least not before I invited it with my own oral invitation. His hands roamed over my full breasts, fingers teasing my nipples to erectness. 

I pushed his head down my body until he mouthed my left breast, tongue rough and lips gently pinching the nipple. I could tell he loved oral. He moved still lower to allow his tongue to taste my essence. This talented man worked all around my nether region, and inside I silently pleaded with him to bring me to an oral orgasm with his tongue, but he didn't. He avoided my clit, obviously on purpose.

I could reach his cock and pulled his body towards me until we were in a side-by-side '69' position. I sucked on his rod, savoring the pre-cum he emitted. Soon I wanted him in me. I rolled a rubber on him I'd picked from the bowl of condoms on the bedroom dresser; each room had an overstock of the prophylactics available for use. Don moved around me, and slowly sank his cock into my steaming pussy.

We fucked. We made love. We explored a Kama Sutra. We watched the others fuck, and they watched us. Bill came over by us, and I sucked on him as Don plundered into my pussy.

I mounted Don, and Brian entered my ass after lubing me up. Val sat on Annie's face as Alan fucked her, then the trio changed and Alan was fucking Val as she ate out Annie. Walt and Linda came in the room, and soon were in league with the erotic tempo we all exhibited. Walt ploughed into Linda's pussy, her little sighs and screams arousing all of us.

Val moved and sat on my face. She had the spirit of the place, and for a new woman in our midst seemed to fit in exceptionally well. I urged Don to fuck her for a while as I sat on her lips. He did, and then he fucked Linda as Walt pummeled my pussy with his full cock.

I lost track of the orgasms and the waves of pleasure that swept through me, let alone my lovers in the room. There were a lot. Eventually, temporarily sated, all of us lay panting next to each other and listening to the moans and groans from down the hall. I'd been aware of others looking into the room over the hour plus we'd been playing together.

After a brief rest, several of us from the bedroom wandered downstairs to get drinks. In the living room, Jazz was now stretched out on the living room carpet as Josh -- my brother -- fucked her. All she wore now were the black stockings -- a sexy image as they fucked. Her legs were wobbling around in the air, toes pointed towards heaven. I wondered where her cohort was.

I excused myself from Don and went on a search for Tony. Surprisingly, I found him behind the bar passing out drinks even though it was well past his quit time. 

"I thought you'd be done for the night," I said to him as I came up.

He smiled and said, "I owe you all some time for when I went to the All Fuck." I could tell he had a strong work ethic and sense of fairness in that one statement.

"I think you could be 'done' now. Besides, I really want to be on your dance card." I gave him my best 'come hither' smile.

He grinned back at me, and said, "I'd be delighted." I watched his eyes roam up and down my body. I'm not what you call lithe, but I am curvy in all the right places, and in the shadows of the night, the curves all said 'come and make love to me.' 

Tony finished and came out from behind the bar. We hugged and kissed. I told him, "I loved it when you were the one making love to me in the All Fuck. Will you do what you do again?"

"With pleasure. Where? You lead me."

I led Tony upstairs to Bedroom A. Greg and Tara had just finished and were recuperating. Beside them on the huge array of mattresses, Steve and Kat were going at it. Next to them, near the mist coming in the window from Mar's 'smoke' machine were Arrow and Angie.

Tony pushed me down, somewhat roughly but with a smile on his face. "Do you like rough? Soft? Easy? Hard? Fast? Slow?" I watched as he rolled a condom on his rigid cock. I wondered where that had come from; then again the scene around us invited sexual thoughts and fantasies.

Tony was in me with my legs over his shoulders in an instant. He was longer and of greater girth than many of the men in the family. I loved the fullness he gave me, plus his assertive and dominate nature. I wrapped my legs around his thighs so I could pull him into me.

He talked dirty to me too, a trait I love in my lovers: 'This is the best pussy in town. I know a lot of other cocks have been in this pussy tonight, but right now MY cock is in your cunt ... and I'm goin' to fuck you senseless. I bet you love cock! Can you feel my cock rub up against your clit? Do you like double fucks? Don't you just love the feel of jizz exploding inside you? What if we covered you in cum -- from head to foot? We could rub all that lovely semen into your body, even into your long hair. Everyone would know you liked to fuck, and they'd all come along and want to fuck you."

I came. I came hard. I did it again ... and again. It was like riding a wave in a small boat; I didn't have control of the orgasms -- they just started to wash over me one right after the other. One would no sooner end, than the next would begin. Tony pounded into my pussy. I was shrieking and making wild sexual sounds I was barely aware of.

Tony came in a spectacular torrent of cum. I could feel his whole body throbbing as his climax hit. He surged into me. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel the condom filling with a huge volume of semen.

We kissed passionately, and then gradually allowed our comfortable after glows to come to us. 

Tony suddenly got very tender. "Are you all right? I'm not too heavy on you, am I? You are one special lady. I feel privileged that you chose me tonight. I've watched you every time you were in my vicinity, and at the All Fuck I couldn't wait to get to you. I find you irresistible."

I kissed him and said, "Thank you Tony. I wanted you too. I'm glad you're going to be around here more."

After another kiss, he said, "Whenever you want me ... please ..."

"And Jazz?" I posed as a question. I'd understood she was his girlfriend.

Tony misunderstood me. He said, "You can have both of us. She thinks you're special too. We were talking after most of you all disappeared to the bedrooms the first time. She wants to be with you too ... even without me ... or with both of us."

"Aren't you a couple?"

"Yes ... but I guess we've discovered we have kinky preferences. We love each other, yet we give each other the freedom to do ... well, something like tonight. My hope is that she's happy in whatever she's doing."

"You're not jealous?"

He thought a minute and said, "Not if she's happy. I don't want to see her used or abused. We talked about this a lot, and we both even went on dates where we ended up having sex with someone else just to see how the other would feel. I guess we have an unusual relationship, but then so apparently do a lot of you that live here. Kate tried to explain it to us. She was the girl I dated and messed around with when we were seeing how being with others felt to each other."

"You'll fit right in here, Tony." I kissed him on the nose, and then rolled him so he was beside me. He uncoupled and I captured his flaccid cock, removed the condom and tied it, and then cleaned him up with my superb oral skills. He watched with a sense of awe.

We took a breather downstairs again, both of us taking a dip in the pool. Adam and Jazz joined us, and then Tara and Greg. I think the night swim rejuvenated everyone. Adam was Peter's friend from work and I didn't know him well, having only met him at the start of the party. Now, however, we were all lovers. 

I elected to go off with Adam, in the spirit of trying new things. We went back to Bedroom E with Greg and Jazz. Soon the four of us were having a good go at each other. I already knew that Jazz went both ways, so I found new pleasure in tasting her and having her tongue on me as the two of us got things started. 

Adam's cock found my pussy as I knelt while eating out Jazz's pussy. We were inelegant; this was rutting behavior. Jazz rolled to her side and I guided Greg's cock into her. As he pumped in and out of her pussy I licked his cock and her clit. Soon Jazz was writhing around the bed so hard it was difficult to maintain contact with her. Jazz turned out to be a squirter, a stream of her girl juice erupting from her vagina as she came and soaked Greg and me. Personally, I didn't mind the taste and being covered in her juice just made the night that much more decadent.

The men swapped back and forth a few times, and my orgasm stream started again. I just thought of all the cock I'd had in the past few hours, got all warm inside, and the warmth spread right from my clit to my toes to my hair follicles. Each cum I felt was a juicy reminder of what was happening -- great memories to tuck away. The men's orgasms sort of brought things to a close, at least for the four of us.

We cleaned up only a little, disposing of the condoms, threw some sheets over us to starve off the chill and cuddled into each other -- Greg and Adam bookending Jazz and I as we nestled in each other's arms.

When I awoke the sun was streaming in the east-facing windows of the house. Jazz was gone, but Adam and Greg were still there with me. On the other large bed Chet and Val slept, their nude forms an artful still life for some painter.

I slipped from the bed, went by my room and got a thin robe, and went downstairs. Tony and Jazz had done a huge job of cleaning up from the night before, and had a great start on breakfast for the masses of people still in the house. I actually couldn't remember anyone leaving -- at least that I knew of.

Tara, Duke, and Arrow showed up too, all scantily dressed, and started to work on eggs, waffles, pancakes, and side dishes of bacon, sausage, coffee, tea, and such. Jazz produced an oven full of cinnamon buns she'd made from scratch. This was one talented woman.

Dave appeared on crutches wearing boxer shorts; Lynn was right behind him in one of his t-shirts. They both sat and started eating. Sex makes for hungry animals. Josh and Jane appeared next, and then Walt and Deb. Kate and Don, and then Mark and Angie also appeared. The odors from the breakfast wafted through the house.




Dreams Ch. 06



As people arrived the kitchen and dining areas became a buzz of excitement. Those arriving later than the others had clearly stopped for a morning fuck, for their faces were aglow with that just-fucked look. Overall, the men looked pleased and the women satisfied.

A few of the circle went for morning swims -- au naturel, of course. Others went off in pairs. I noted that a couple of the husband-wife pairs at the party went off together: Alan and Karen, and Don and Sara. I guess there was to be some reconnecting and validating of their relationships or a great foursome was about to start.

Tony and Jazz kept a flow of food to the tables, as well as busing the dirty dishes. Many of us sat around a talked -- about the previous night, things we'd learned, things we did, and each other. There was a lot of laughter and joy in each other's company.

By noon, many of the guests had bid us their goodbyes and left, and as the afternoon went by our numbers dwindled.

Bill had me help him in the afternoon as we staked out an area adjacent to the house for a new building. He rolled out a set of plans for me showing a thirty car two-level garage, with living quarters on a second story. The building would be cut into the hillside with storage and space for about fifteen cars on the basement level, and floor above that that you'd drive into from the upper part of the hill that would hold another fifteen cars, and then a floor above that for six or more good sized rooms depending on how we wanted the rooms laid out.

I was amazed at the work Bill had put into the plans. He looked pleased. We spent almost two hours driving wooden stakes in to the ground as Bill charted off various dimensions with a metal tape measure. After we finished I could well imagine the building standing there.

We'd talked about the project as we'd worked on it. Bill thought he'd have the permits for the construction within a week, and then he wanted to get the foundation poured right away. Since much of the outbuilding would be unfinished inside, he thought we'd have the building to use before the snow flew.

More people left during the afternoon. I played hostess and, as I had done earlier in the day, hugged and kissed each one goodbye and made them promise to come back soon. By late afternoon we were down to the core family that lived in the house, even fewer since several went off to see parents, sibs, or friends around the area.

Tony and Jazz produced a light supper for all of us, even joining us at the dinner table. Having them there seemed such a good move. The angst many of us felt about cooking and clean up had been passed to them, and they admitted they liked to do that kind of thing, particularly in such a loving and warm family setting.

I curled up with Tom that night to watch a DVD. I vaguely recall him carrying me up to his bedroom, stripping me, and then spooning in behind me. It was such a caring and loving gesture. I don't know I'd ever slept sounder.

*

August gave way to September. The schools had all restarted. Summer vacations were over. By October our orgy was a pleasant memory that we still talked about.

Of course, as a recruiting vehicle the orgy had been a huge and inadvertent success. Not only were Annie and Pam (and Amanda her daughter) solidly in the family, but also so were Don and Sara, Adam, Kat, Lynn and Val. So now, by my count, we had thirty-four members. Steve, Angie, and Jane would have signed up too if they didn't live over a thousand miles away. I urged Steve and Angie to start their own circle down in Texas.

Bill and his work crews got the permits for the garage and additional living quarters, and they started work right away. Bill was taking care of his own, he told us. Wisely, Tom and I had suggested a covered and heated walkway between the building and the main house. Without that closed-in hallway, the family in that part of the building would have felt like second-class citizens. 

The concrete was poured before Labor Day, and within a month the entire structure had been completed, all but the finish work on the upstairs rooms and baths. Chet and Arrow were both working on the project, and they each staked out new rooms that they wanted to customize for computer, music, and high def television equipment. Pam also claimed one of the new rooms for herself and another smaller one next door for Amanda. I noted that Chet was delighted that Pam would be next door to him.

Bill promised that everything would be completed by Thanksgiving and ready for everyone to move in. The project created a domino effect of room changes and reassignments that drove Tom and me crazy keeping up with everyone's changing whims and ideas. Overall, though, it was fun with gales of laughter as we thought of all the possibilities. Informally, a sort of seniority system was born, with those already in the house getting choice preferences before new members just coming into the house.

In mid-November I realized I was pregnant! 

This baby was going to be a big surprise. I'd gone off the pill right after the orgy in August, and I'd continued making love at least a couple of times a day with different guys in the family -- except for Josh, my brother. We decided to not cross that line lest some hidden genetic traits come up that we didn't like. Not that we didn't have sex, mind you, we just didn't allow his little swimmers to try and find my eggs.

I staked out the last room in the addition. Bill and the crews did some fancy work and created a room and nursery for me, even though I wouldn't need the nursery for another six months or so. I was aware of the dangerous precedent Pam and I set by having all the mothers or mothers-to-be in the new wing, separate from the main house. Later, we'd both go out of our way to be over there and in public more than we might have otherwise.

I had a bad month with morning sickness, but by Christmas things seemed to be quieting down. The family did a huge tree in the living room, and I don't think I'd ever seen a house with so many decorations EVERYWHERE! Of course, Amanda was in seventh heaven and seemed to run extra long hours on the adrenalin she'd started pumping through her veins.

Unusual for our geography we also had three quick snowstorms before Christmas that left a substantial snow cover, and guaranteed a white Christmas. 

Two days before the holiday Tom and I bundled up in warm clothes and took a late afternoon walk on that Sunday. At the end of the driveway we turned around and looked across the snowy meadow at the house -- except it wasn't a house now, it was a home. It was pretty as a post card, even with a little curl of smoke from the living room fire coming from the chimney. I just stood with tears running down my cheeks. I felt such love for Tom, for everyone in the house, for the entire family, and for the world. 

Tom held me. He said softly to me, "Will you marry me?"

His question was a mood breaker. I whirled around to face him. "You're kidding, right? What happened to all the stuff we've talked about all these months since you and I started this ... when we had our crazy dreams together? You don't want to be married, and, over all this time, you've convinced me too. So, no, I won't marry you. You'll have to wait another six years and declare me your common law wife at best. Why'd you say that?"

Tom looked guilty. "I sort of thought I might be the father of junior -- in there." He rubbed my belly through the ten layers of coats and sweaters I had on. "I thought you might feel you needed to be married to have the baby."

I laughed. "I'm a pretty modern woman. I don't 'need' a husband. In fact, I have seventeen of them right now that I 'want' with me always because I love each of you. I do give you brownie points for your willingness to make an honest woman of me, and don't mistake my rejection of your offer as meaning I love you any less than I have or do, it's just this isn't what we're about -- it's not the kind of family we've set up."

I went on, softening my tone, "We ALL have each other. By being together -- by the loving and sharing as we do -- we're already family -- we're already married. So, I can't marry you; I'm already married to you and everyone else -- male and female in the family. I am so unbelievably content with all this." I gestured towards the house. "It brings tears of happiness and joy to me every minute of every day. We've built something here that'll last a lifetime, and maybe be a model for others in the world that want to chose love rather than duty, friendship rather than combat, and kindness rather than apathy. I figure I must be having a terrible time in some other life, because this life is pure heaven for me ... my darling husband."

I put my arms around Tom's body and hugged him to me. I looked up into his face and we rubbed cold noses and kissed. We walked some more, and Tom was silent.

Tom finally spoke, "I really want to be a father ... I guess that's why I want to marry you."

I squeezed him to me again as we shuffled through the packed snow on the macadam road. "You need to be a father to more than just junior inside me. Amanda needs a dad. She's never really had one living with her, and in a week she'll be living here with her mommy -- a mommy that needs a husband or seventeen of them."

"Tom, you're a role model for everyone in the family. It's not just that you started some of this, and brought the original philosophy to the group. It's that you are a natural leader. You shine. You're the kind of person every male in the family wants to be, even Greg and he's a generation older."

I went on, "What we need as a family is a role model of a good father. Greg and Bill are the only two that know what that means. Greg's in Florida a good part of the year, and Bill doesn't live here. So the duty of 'chief daddy' comes to roost on our fearless leader -- you!"

Tom said, "That's kind of scary."

"Welcome to parenthood, and you'll do fine. All you need to do is really think about what you're doing and use the golden rule. No knee jerk responses except to rescue kids about to get into trouble." We both laughed.

"Ariel, you always say the right thing. You listen to everyone, and you seem to know when to stop there or go further and help them solve their problem. You respect everyone's privacy, yet you're always present for everyone -- reachable. There isn't a person in this world that you don't respect or trust. You're playful and have a great sense of humor. You're 'up' for just about anything."

I added, "And I have my Girl Scout merit badge in commune living too."

"Seriously, you say I'm a role model. Think about what I just said. You are the perfect mother and spouse to all of us. You share everything with everybody."

I said, "And as we all age and our children age, we'll teach them about responsibility and all the stuff you just mentioned too. You have the same traits -- we all do. That's why we're all fitting so well together. We're a healthy family."

Tom smiled at me and said, "And, have I told you that I love you in the last five minutes."

We stopped, kissed, and nuzzled some more, and then started to walk back to the house as the daylight rapidly gave way to the crisp night air. We didn't talk much on the way home. We both felt the deep love we had for each other.

Dave greeted us at the door. He was doing his 'loops' as he called them around the downstairs to exercise and put some mileage on his relatively new prosthesis. He circulated through all the downstairs rooms: sunroom, living room, hallway, foyer, dining room, family room, kitchen, and hallway -- going round and round on his new leg and with a cane for added support. Kat had measured the path for him, and a circuit was one-hundred-forty feet. He was supposed to do a minimum of a mile each day, thus he had to do forty laps plus all his normal walking around.

At first he'd agonized over practically each step, then the prosthesis had created sores on his stump, but he'd seen that through with Kat and Annie's help. Now, ever the over achiever, Dave was adding a lap each day to what was considered minimum and was now up to over sixty laps a day. I noted that his whole mental outlook on life had improved since Annie and Kat took him under their wings, and since he'd gotten the artificial leg. He was still a little wobbly, but he hoped to go back to work after the New Year started. I also attributed his improved outlook to the fact he was back as a fully functioning sexual member of the family, although clearly Annie, Kat, and Pam were his favorites.

Christmas is for children. Of course, we had a house of adult children, but the one child we did have was inundated with toys from all of her new parents. Amanda ended up with a mountain of little girl things that even the adults stood in awe of when we saw it all piled under the tree.

The family did Christmas in the morning and everyone showed, even the commuters. Amanda was the center of attention, however, off to the side we played out the end of a Secret Santa game for the adults. Tom and I then did some special 'awards' for the year: the worst and most improved disposition -- Dave; for bringing a wild 'Kat' into our midst -- Mark and Kat; for organizing the best ever orgy -- Mar; for the best food and cleanest house in the state -- Tony and Jazz; for creating the best ever addition -- Bill, Chet, and Arrow. Our silly awards went on, and we'd found little plastic gold cups on wooden bases that we presented to each person. We had something for everyone.

Christmas afternoon many of the family scattered to go to family houses for visits and special dinners. By now just about everyone's parents knew how we lived. Our life style was frowned upon by many, but all seemed to tolerate it lest they break off relations with their child or sibling.

Over time, the families realized that their son or daughter was the happiest they had ever been, had more money to spend and save, and had an enviable circle of friends and lovers.

Josh and I drove home for a late afternoon supper, some exchange of gifts, and for me to tell my parents I was pregnant. 

As we drove to our parents, Josh asked the inevitable question I knew I'd get, "So what are you going to tell them when they ask who the father is?" He snickered under his breath but just loud enough for me to hear. I punched him in the arm, as sisters are prone to do to their teasing brothers.

"I guess I'll say I don't know, but I have it narrowed down to eighteen guys."

"Oh, that'll go over well." He thought for a minute, and I could see the wheels in his head churning. "What if you said you used a donor -- you know a sperm donor?"

I laughed thinking of all the fuck sessions I'd had within the window when I must have gotten pregnant. Why the kid could come out looking like half a dozen of the men since I'd also had a little gangbang around the same time. All those little swimmers got together and attacked the same egg: bingo, six dads for one kid.

After a further thought I said, "The truth is where I'm going later, without giving out the numbers. Mom and Dad know about our home and our lifestyle. I think they are in denial that you and I have intercourse, as well as that we have orgies and fuck parties. I won't break those bubbles of comfort for them, even if I have to tell a little white lie, but I will tell them I've been with a couple of guys and I don't know who the father is precisely."

"Dad's just jealous that he can't live in the house too, you know."

"Mom would shoot him and claim justifiable homicide."

"Fantasies. That's how we get by in the world. We all need our little fantasies."

After several minutes of silence in the car I said, "I know a little secret, by the way -- a family secret."

"OK, Sis. Give. You share everything with your brother, right?"

"Right. You'll find out in a few days anyway."

"Wait! Is it good news or bad news?"

"Oh, very good news."

"OK, tell me."

"There are three other pregnant women in the family besides me."

Josh practically drove off the highway as his head swirled around to check the veracity of my statement. "Who? Who? Names woman!"

I laughed. "You're not supposed to know until mid-week when they want to announce it over dinner, so you'd better look surprised and be happy. The happy campers are Marcella, Beth, and Tara."

He asked, "When did they conceive?"

"Around November 15th, why?"

Josh got eerily quiet, and I knew right away. My brother had a high likelihood that he was going to be a father. He may not have felt it with me, but he knew. I watched his eyes get all glassy. He was often overcome with sentimentality. He said, "I was ... I had ..." 

I just reached over and touched his arm, with a big smile. I felt this warm glow inside me, and it spread throughout my physical limbs and then it spread into every corner of my mind and soul. I was happy -- no that word was too limiting. I was positively joyous in every corner of my unlimited mind and soul.

Now we really were going to be a growing family -- a big joyous growing family. A tear of joy rolled down my cheek as I kissed Josh's hand and held it to my cheek -- an act symbolic of the love I felt my life, and the love I felt for everyone in the Family and beyond.

The End.

List of Characters

Men (Including Those From Earlier Chapters)

Tom Ransom -- 36 -- Handsome. Dreamlover?

Peter Winslow -- 32 -- Scandinavian

Dave Wescott -- 31 -- Smart. Gentle.

Duke -- 40 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Aaron -- 35 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Steve -- 32 -- Texan. Bar pickup

Greg White -- Late 50s -- Owner of Niland Springs home

Josh -- 32 -- Ariel's brother

Walt -- 26 -- Marcella's brother

Bill Cariola -- 50 -- Beth's step father

Brian Cariola -- 28 -- Beth's brother

Mark Hendricks -- 45 -- Dave's friend from work

Chet -- 30 -- On Bill's work crew

Arrow -- 30 -- On Bill's work crew

Alan Vessy -- 45 -- Fran's flirty friend from work

Don -- 45 -- Friend/lover of Alan and Karen; married to Sara

Adam -- 32 -- Friend of Peter

Tony -- 30 -- Hired by Family with Jazz

(Characters appearing only briefly not listed).

Women

Ariel -- 29 -- Story teller. 

Marcella (Mar) -- 29 -- Ariel's best friend from work

Beth Cariola -- 31 -- Ariel's friend from work

Linda White -- 52 -- Greg's wife; owner of Niland Springs home

Debbie Cariola -- 50 -- Beth's mother

Fran (Drake) Tilman -- 36 -- Ariel's friend from work; works at another company

Kate Cariola -- 24 -- Beth's younger sister

Tara Emery -- 34 -- Josh's ex-client and friend

Karen Vessy -- 43 -- Alan's wife; friend of Fran

Annie Myette -- 45 -- Dave and Fran's nurse

Pam -- 45 -- Annie's sister

Amanda -- 6 -- Pam's daughter and Annie's neice

Sara -- 42 -- Don's wife; friends/lovers with Alan and Karen

Lynn -- 26 -- Friend of Walt

Val -- 27 -- Friend of Walt

Angie -- 30 -- Steve's new wife

Jane -- 33 -- Friend of Aaron

Alice -- 48 -- Friend of Deb

Kat -- 35 -- Sexy friend of Mark

Jazz (Jasmine) -- 28 -- Hired by Family with Tony

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