6 comments/ 6373 views/ 1 favorites Perchance to Dream Ch. 01 By: Hatsuda All character's are imaginary, and over the age of 18... No animals, aliens, robots, ghosts, large or small machinery to distract from the story line, etc., etc. This time though, a rather spooky lady... I accept full responsibility for all grammatical and spelling errors, omissions and general 'goof-ups!' My goals in writing are two-fold; to entertain, and to learn how to improve my efforts. In that light, all 'constructive' criticism is welcomed. And of course, if you enjoy the story, I'd certainly like to hear about that as well. ---------------------------------- It was a great game-day event! I'm still alive, and feel quite well, but the details of this year's playoff party pale a bit in light of subsequent events. I do remember some rather odd, intensive things, however. At least I think they were real memories... Let me introduce myself first. My name is Jessie Coumer, and I'm the manager of a branch at one of the largest research labs in North America. I'm 31 years old and physically, I'm about 5'11", weigh about 175 lbs, and am in good shape for a science 'geek.' Playing tennis every weekend and jogging during my lunch hours have helped me put off the ravages of age and overall crappy dietary habits. Oh yeah; and I'm still single. I keep forgetting that everyone who meets me wants to know that singular fact. Not sure why; maybe it's an innate desire to make sure that everyone is in the same matrimonial status as themselves. Sorry, y'all! Still looking for Ms. Right! My social life is pretty much a bust, if you get my drift. I spend long overtime hours working on projects that are considered cutting edge for the age that we live in; and I'm fascinated by the process! Any time that I do get to engage in social activities, I'll have to admit that it's usually due to the efforts of the spouses of my workmates, who for some reason or another, feel sorry for me. Sigh! Just so you don't feel the same, let me explain that I DO get laid from time to time, although the experiences aren't that often and have been somewhat less than earth shaking. No magic; fireworks; stuff like that. Except for my childhood, I've led a perfectly dull, normal life; what excitement I experience these days is pretty much contained within my work. So it makes some kind of sense that what little social life I now have involves the regular company of a childhood friend with which I grew up. Surrounded by farmlands and Indian reservations, we grew up in the adolescent world of the U.S. Midwest! We'd been close friends since we were about 8 yrs old, and didn't part ways until we graduated high school. I guess that's where the separation of coincidence and fate become a bit blurry, although it crept up on me so gradually, I didn't immediately take notice. Sometimes he would come to my apartment for game time, and sometimes I attended the occasion at their home. Except for his wife Gloria's obsession with getting me 'hooked-up,' we got along famously. You see, Seth and I were both accepted into universities, but at opposite sides of the United States. The curious thing was, without any collaboration between us, we both chose to major in microbiology and upon graduation, we both ended up working in the same corporation, although in different departments. To further strain the laws of chance, we had both been promoted to management status in our respective departments on the same day! Go figure! Since that time, we've collaborated on several successful projects to the financial benefit of the company and to the appreciation of the beneficiaries of our results. Feels damn good whenever that happens, I can tell you that! My problem now however, is that another department within our division lost its manager a few weeks ago, and I've had to do my work as well as the work of the vacated manager position of the other department. Worse, they seem to have worked themselves into a research stalemate on their latest project, and were just thrashing around in looking for new and innovative ways to provide a solution to their problem. I was getting pretty stressed out at this point, given my responsibilities to my own research project. To complicate matters even more, there was a departmental lead in the leaderless department named Willie Carter who considered himself, against all evidence to the contrary, the obvious candidate for the vacant manager's position. To press his point, he seemed to be sabotaging much of his workmates efforts in a way that made him look like their rescuer. That department was an all-male operation, it was rumored, because of his foul attitude towards the opposite sex, loudly insisting that women were useful in only one capacity. You can imagine what capacity that might be... This weekend however, Seth had managed to convince me to be a guest at his home for the football playoffs on Saturday, so I figured that might be the right venue to mentally 'clear screen,' and get a fresh start on the projects this coming Monday. The only problem was that the party was going to be held some ways from my apartment, on the other side of the city in fact, and I'd have to watch my alcohol consumption this time. I wanted to be able to make it back to my own apartment that night, since I had to take care of Mr. Fleez. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that little fact; Mr. Fleez is a Yorkie that showed up on my doorstep about 5 years ago, and wouldn't leave. After a couple of weeks of advertising around the neighborhood for the owner of a lost dog, I simply had to give up and keep him. Proving to be remarkably well trained, I couldn't think of a single reason to turn him over to the pound. Hmmm... There were those sad little eyes of course... The name? Well, there's a bit of a story behind that I'm afraid. Maybe another time. Wrapping up early that day, I left for Seth and Gloria's house at about 6:00 pm (yeah, Saturday, and that's early for me...), and I used the travel time to review what I remembered about the spouse of our host and their home. Seth had met Gloria in college, and they had married upon graduation. An English Lit Major, she countered Seth's tendency towards being a bit of an egghead by her popular publications of rather steamy romance novels. Her commission on sales had started as a pittance, but had risen to a rather substantial sum over the past few years. Answering the door, Gloria quickly pulled me into a hug and hauled me into the living room, where Seth had already set up some game-time snacks for us. I'd brought a bottle of fine, red wine and passed it on to Gloria, fulfilling my obligation towards the alcoholic requirements of the event. She was dressed in her usual casual, home-team colors, and was over solicitous to me; also as usual! After all, I was still single. After checking all rooms and corners to make sure that Gloria hadn't stashed some blind date here for me (just kidding...) I made myself at home. I'd not had a chance to get much to eat that day, so I was more than happy to get started on our hosts chips and dips, but I could also smell some wings being prepared, and her famous chili! My week had already been pretty much of a disaster, project wise, so this was a welcome respite. The hosts were marvelous! The game was exciting, the food fantastic and the drinks relaxing. After the game, Seth kicked back in his overstuffed chair, sighed, and suddenly got a little reflective. Looking over at me for a few moments, he finally said, "I got a call from Dan a couple of nights ago." Waiting for some kind of response from me, he added, "It's about Angel." My heart suddenly skipped a couple of beats! Dan was his older brother, who was now residing in Seattle with his wife and new baby girl. And Angel...well Angel was their stepsister, a couple of years younger than Seth and me. Seeing the sudden interest in my eyes, Seth continued, "Dan told me that Angel had appeared in their home just after midnight to congratulate them on the birth of their baby girl. And after waving a few 'good-luck' charms about the apartment, she just as quickly disappeared." He knew what I was thinking; he was just waiting for me to respond. Finally I spoke. "Y'know, she's always managed to pop up in the most unexpected places, Seth. Don't act so surprised." What I didn't tell him was that I thought I knew what her secret was, but I knew it'd sound like I was some kind of kook! I'd tried to tell them once years ago, but I was immediately teased into silence. Already fortified with a substantial number of beers though, I went on. "She's been popping up in your lives ever since she disappeared after high school; whenever someone needed something from her, or whenever she felt a need to contact you folks. And just as quickly disappearing to wherever she came from right afterwards." My mind began slipping back to when I first met the Johnsons, when I was a runny-nosed 8 yr old in middle school. My family had just moved into town and in my introduction to the local middle school community, Seth and his brother were the first to put me 'under their wing,' as it were. It wasn't long after that I met Angel; rather bumbled into her. It had been about a week after my arrival at the school, and Dan and Seth were walking me to class when we all heard a commotion at the south side of the schoolyard. Dan immediately turned to Seth and said, "Here we go again Seth, follow me!" Both of the boys broke into a run towards the noise, and I followed, curious as to what they were rushing towards. Heading straight into a group of hecklers, Dan and Seth broke through the mini-mob, scattering brats on both sides! There in the center of the commotion, was a small figure, huddled up in fear it seemed. Dispersing the crowd, Dan and Seth approached the child, and cuddled her tenderly, protecting her with their bodies. I approached them slowly, noting that the child appeared to be a little girl, but what a remarkable little girl! Her hair was coal black, shiny and braided into two long lengths extending to her waist. She was slim, almost skinny, and her skin was unblemished, glowing with a subtle tan hue. Most startling were her eyes! Ice blue and piercing! When she looked up at me, her whole demeanor changed! She calmed down almost immediately and just sat there, staring at me with those beautiful eyes. Feeling a little awkward, I simply waved my right hand at her and said, 'Hi!" Dan turned to me and said, "She can't hear you, Jessie; she's deaf." Then he went on to explain that she was their stepsister, adopted when she was barely a year old. She'd been abandoned on their parent's doorstep without a note or any other explanation, and after a few months of trying to find the mother and father, their parents decided to keep her as their own and adopted her. As to why she had been abandoned, their mother offered the only theory that made sense to her in those days. She noted that the baby girl had certain characteristics that indicated that she might be part of the nearby Indian reservation, the hair, and complexion. If, she noted, that were true then the ice-blue eyes and the deafness would have indicated a mystic power that might have proven dangerous to the tribe, a combination too strong! Yeah, right! The boys ate that up big time! NOT! To them, she was just a little pest that drew too much attention to herself because of her 'peculiar conditions.' As for me, I didn't see any features that resembled anything other than any other girl her age, except for the fact that she was extremely pretty; for a girl that is. Those 'peculiar conditions' got my ass in more trouble growing up than I would have imagined, given my preference to peace and non-violence. You see, I was a nerd, even in those days. However, the one thing that tied our fates together was my fascination with her company, and my juvenile determination to protect her from the unfairness that I perceived around her. I was a really crappy 'knight in white armor,' but I tried; I really did. One thing I learned early on was that she was a creature of contradictions, and of exceptional intelligence! Because of her, I learned sign language, and a whole lot more. While she was being home-schooled by her mother and I was passing through middle school into high school, we became 'soul mates' of sorts, often spending the majority of our free time together. This free time was most often spent in the fields and forests that surrounded our community, mostly because of the unfriendliness of our civilized town towards someone a bit different from themselves, and it was in these places I learned the most about my most intriguing companion. She fascinated me! She soon became my best friend; my companion; my tutor in so many things; and my confidant. Moreover, I have to confess that her beautiful eyes and sparkling laughter had me completely under her spell! The plus side for her was that my companionship eliminated much of the harassment that was drawn to her whenever she happened to get too close to 'civilization.' The fact that she couldn't hear me, or speak to me with a voice made no difference to me, as our sign 'conversations' managed to cover the entire range of human experience, at least as we knew it to be at our age. Seth and I chatted a bit more about our experiences growing up, and about some of the adventures that we'd had while in the company of Angel. Seth had to admit that there were some rather eerie events surrounding some of these events, but was just as quick to rationalize them in one way or another. However, while he was actually her stepbrother, I had been the one who spent the most free time with her. The reasons were quite simple; he was interested in a typical adolescent social life, and a little stepsister was not forefront on his agenda. I, on the other hand, had no such obstacle to overcome, and I soon became known as the 'the little witches boyfriend,' but not until after something really strange occurred. That incident also had a bit to do with her family's growing suspicions regarding her seeming ability to 'pop' in and out of their lives so effortlessly. It took long enough, I thought. Frankly, it spooked the hell out of me at the time, but had only strengthened my attachment to Angel. Truth be told, I'm still a bit spooked about it. I'd described what happened that day to her whole family, but her stepmother was the only one who didn't outright dismiss it as fantasy. Seth, after watching my face for a while, suddenly cleared his throat, and asked me for the 'ump-teenth' time to relate that story to him once more. As he asked me that, Gloria quietly came into the room, and sat down next to him. I don't believe that she had ever heard the story directly from me, the only one other than the bullies who were there that day. After announcing this to be the last story for the night as I was beginning to fade... fast, I began the well-worn tale. One Saturday mid-morning in late fall, 8 months after I had moved into town, Angel and I had skipped off into the forest that surrounded the town's water tower. We'd been there many times before, and I'd discovered many interesting facts about my companion over those months. Angel had an affinity for animals, particularly wild life. She'd shown me many instances where she'd enticed some forest creature to approach within inches of us; something that never failed to amaze me, as I'd never managed to get within sight of most of them myself. She'd also improved my signing to near proficiency during that period as well, and we used it to communicate constantly, as any kids our age would normally do. I was just approaching my 9th birthday; she'd just had her 7th. Sitting with our backs to the water tower, we were just 'chatting' about the events that had happened during the week for a while, when she suddenly signed, 'Wait!' After shading her eyes from the sun for a moment, she pointed off into a clearing about 50 yds off into the distance. Following her pointing finger, I could just make out what seemed to be a doe and her very young fawn, just grazing on the far side of the clearing. I smiled at her when I spotted them, but she suddenly pushed my shoulder back towards the clearing, pointing once again. There, about 30 to 40 ft from the pair, just out of sight at the edge of the clearing were the figures of 5 boys who were local bullies of the worst degree, with what appeared to be sling-shots, ready to be discharged against the unsuspecting animals. With a look of horror, Angel got up and began running down the side of the hill towards the waiting 'would-be' assassins. Taken by surprise, I got up and started down after her, fearing the worst! Now, I had never heard Angel utter much sound other than her laugh before, and that had been absolutely delightful. Beyond that, just a grunt or so to catch my attention. This time however, she let out a piercing shriek that immediately alarmed the mother deer and her baby, allowing them to escape from their stalkers into the surrounding brush. Her alarm also spooked a small flock of crows, about 6 or 7, into the air near the clearing, and they began to glide slowly around the scene, simply watching things transpire below. The thugs turned around to find out who had spoiled their little game, and were quick to identify Angel, who had just pulled up short of her rush and had begun to run back towards me. Now that the deer were safe, she knew that the attackers focus would be on her. She wasn't wrong, and all five of them started shouting and running after her. Stopping every now and then to take a shot at her with their slingshots, everyone approached me very quickly and I knew then we were in trouble. I recognized these guys as a gang who had already been in and out of jail, accused of everything from strong-arm theft to burglary, drug use and assault. I'm sure that they were using slingshots because they were still too close to town, and didn't want to draw attention to themselves with guns. It didn't seem logical to me that they would hold back on their rage or listen to any kind of reason. So naturally, I was scared to death as I supposed any rational kid might have been. But my fear for myself was overcome by my juvenile desire to protect Angel! As she neared me, all I could see in her eyes was the excitement of the chase! She was smiling, her face radiant in what I would now term an 'adrenaline rush." Grabbing my arm as she ran on by, she dragged me behind her towards a copse on the other side of the tower. As the gang was very close behind, I couldn't see what advantage we would have in there. Sure enough, once we reached the small group of trees and brush, we literally had our backs up against the wall. Turning around towards the nasty group closing in on us, I saw that they were pissed as hell! Stopping some distance from us, the leader of the group bent down, picked up a good-sized rock and said, "Well, if it's not the nerd and the freak! You both made a big mistake, fucking with us!" With that, he whipped the stone directly at my head! I dodged that easily enough, but it was apparent that the group meant to take out their frustrations and hatred out on us, no holds barred! Checking back on Angel, she was still grinning ear to ear, and I was beginning to wonder if she had any concept at all about the trouble we were in! I looked back at the guys, and they were all loading up their slingshots for the next act of their idea of entertainment; and I knew it would be us! Tapping me on the shoulder, Angel pointed up into the sky, where the crows had been lazily circling above. It might have been my imagination, but that flock had grown from the 6 or 7 I'd seen earlier to nearly 25 or 30; and more were coming in as I watched. I'd never seen anything like that in my life, and I was torn between being awed and being scared. Perchance to Dream Ch. 01 Looking over at the boys, Angel began to 'sign' at them, even though they had no idea of what it was she was trying to convey. I recognized the signing; she was 'telling' them to leave while they still had a chance! Again, I thought that she clearly didn't have a full grasp of the situation, and continued to try to figure out how we could get ourselves out of here in one piece. Suddenly, I heard one of the idiots shout, "Hey, I think she's trying to put a voodoo curse on us!" A nervous look began to fall over the gang, but the leader bullied up to the challenge, saying, "Bullshit! She's a fuckin' whack-o! Let's kick some freak butt!" With that, the gang raised their slingshots and aimed them at us. Angel started dancing from foot to foot, waving her arms in the air, and suddenly...things got dark; hey, I mean really dark! I kept my eyes on the bullies before us, and as I watched, I saw their eyes slowly move to the sky behind us. I saw mouths drop open; I saw fear flash across their faces... One of their group got his courage up just enough to let his shot go at Angel, and in a reflex of unconscious courage, I jumped in front of her, catching the blow just above my right eye! As the blood streamed down my face, I finally turned to see what was happening behind us. I was absolutely in shock! The entire forest behind us seemed to be covered in crows! Moreover, the entire sky behind us seemed to be covered in crows! And still, they kept drifting in! Some of the immense flock began settling on the terrain around the attackers as well, causing considerable panic among the gang. They soon began relating Angels' dance and hand-play to the arrival of the birds, and suddenly broke, scattering in the direction of town. They were shouting all kinds of things but I could only make out a few words, mainly 'witch; curse; evil' and the like. Once the boys had disappeared, the flock began to dissipate, slowly drifting away to where they had apparently come from. All but one; a big one; a really big one... Eyeing us carefully, it hopped hesitantly towards us, sideways, a couple hops at a time, until it was at Angel's feet. Still smiling, Angel slowly knelt on one knee, and folded her hands in her lap, looking at the large bird with her sparkling ice-blue eyes. Finally, the bird reached its beak back under its body, jerked, pulled out a very large feather, and dropped it at Angel's feet. Picking up the feather, Angel smiled widely, showing her sparkling white teeth, and bowed towards the bird, signing 'Thank-you Father. Now I can fly with you!' At that, the huge bird turned, and with a couple of hops and powerful strokes of its massive wings, flapped its way into the beautiful sky! Can you imagine, once the boys had reached town and screamed, wept, sobbed their stories into everyone's ears, what the response would have been? If we had been in the 1600's, both Angel and myself would have been burned at the stake, but since we weren't, parents simply warned their kids to stay away from us; lest something truly diabolical happen to them. That actually worked to our favor, as we seldom had to deal with the usual harassment that we'd had to suffer before. As I finished the story, I glanced over at Gloria to see her reaction. Her face seemed lost in reflection, and I didn't see any of the usual signs of humor or ridicule I'd seen on the faces of Ben, Seth and their father. I could almost see Seth's mother sitting there with him. What I didn't tell them was what she'd done to me after the dust had settled. She had kissed me, for the first time! A modest kiss, just below the wound that I'd suffered in her behalf. Looking up at her, I saw her sign, "You're my hero; thank you!" In retrospect, she was MY hero! The crows had saved our bacon! Not me! Seeing the look on my face, she grabbed my hand, squeezed, and then signed, "Really! You were wonderful!" It was only the sight of her beautiful eyes, and her sparkling smile that finally allowed me to stop shaking. Finally, I was just grateful that I hadn't filled my pants in the presence of my best friend. A couple of stitches later and I was ready once more for the 'rest of my life.' That turned out to be a most prophetic observation as time was to bear witness. We seemed to be linked inextricably from that point on, like it or not. It had been a long night, and I was still a bit buzzed by the beer, and drowsy from the wonderful food, so I thanked both of them and left to return home to my apartment. Arriving just before 11:00 pm, I still managed to take Mr. Fleez for a quick walk, and dropped into bed in complete and utter exhaustion! Sometime during the night, I began to realize that this night was not going to provide me a normal night's sleep, and soon things began to become a bit surreal. I began dreaming a startlingly realistic dream of me working on my nightmare project, missing something essential (which was true at this point), and about to be visited by an angel who was about to present me with a missing piece. In true nightmare fashion, the scene suddenly morphed into the fields around where I grew up. Looking about me, I saw what appeared to be a bright, sunny day in summer, and I was standing in the shade of the water tower around which Angel and I had spent so many long hours. One difference was, I was naked! That made some sense to my somewhat addled mind, since I always slept without clothing. The air was warm, and I could actually smell the clean, crisp scent of the forest in it, playing around my body. This was undoubtedly the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and soon I could feel a deep feeling of loneliness creeping into my soul! Memories of Angel came pouring into my head, and the thought of having been without her company all these years finally emerged to become an ache, and without warning, I suddenly began to sob. I had only seen her once since she disappeared after high school. It was at her stepmother's funeral, and even then, it was only a fleeting glimpse of her figure standing next to the casket. When I glanced that way again, she had disappeared once more. What I remembered most about that chance sighting was that she appeared to be looking directly at me, and afterward, profound sadness at my missed opportunity to connect with her again. While I was reminiscing, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around quickly, and to my amazement, there stood Angel! Moreover, she was not the 8 year old that I had played with many years ago, nor was she the sad teenager that I'd spotted at her stepmother's funeral so long ago. This Angel was grown up; really grown up! This was turning into one of the strangest dreams that I'd ever had! I figured I knew why this particular dream was happening now, since I'd spent a good portion of the previous evening at Seth's house, bringing up memories that I'd tried to suppress these many years. Exhaustion, too much booze and a full load of tailgate snacks probably had some part to play in all of this as well. The figure before me was a woman, and although she still had the rather remarkably clean beauty of the youngster of many years ago, she now exhibited the full-fledged, full-blown beauty of a mature woman. Some things remained familiar however; particularly her black shining hair, neatly braided into two long pigtails that draped across her shoulders to fall across her chest. Her facial features had matured into a very classic, almost regal form; softly chiseled, but tinted a light, almond brown. Most startling still, were her eyes, which were just as I always remembered; bright, ice blue in color! Oh how I remembered those hypnotic eyes! Good luck and bad, we always said. She was clothed in a rather diaphanous white dress, the panels crossing her chest, tied loosely at the waist, extending to her knees. Oddly enough, she was barefoot, but it seemed natural in this particular setting. I found myself unconsciously paying more attention to her overall appearance for a change, noting the fine contours of her breasts and hips, the graceful movement of her whole body as she moved towards me. Looking up at her face, I allowed myself to be drawn into those lovely, ice-blue eyes. I was still standing there in shock, when she reached out and gently wiped a tear from my cheek with her forefinger, bringing it back to her lips. I watched while she sensuously licked it from her finger with her tongue. It was at this point that I felt a warmth growing in my groin that gave me an indication that a certain part of my psyche was appreciating her beauty from an entirely different aspect than that of the past. Standing there before me, she slowly looked around the surrounding area, as if seeing it for the first time. Finally, looking back at me she signed, "This place is so beautiful!" As if by reflex, I signed back at her, "You are so beautiful!" Glancing at me, and gradually running her gaze down my body, she looked back up at my face and smiled, the corners of her mouth curling up ever so slightly. Tipping her head to the side a bit, she signed, "So are you!" It took me just a moment to recall that I was standing before her completely naked! Feeling the blood rushing to my face as well as my groin, I tried to cover my growing erection with my hands, and was about to attempt signing an apology to her at the same time when she placed a finger gently on my lips, and said, "Shhhh....!" Stepping away from me she reached down and suddenly released the sash that held her dress together. As the panels fell open, she simply shrugged her shoulders, and the dress fell to her feet. She must have seen the amazement in my eyes as I viewed her completely nude body, because she quickly did a pirouette, offering me a glimpse of her entire body. This dream of mine was definitely taking on a life of its own, I thought. I never would have thought my imagination was that creative. If this were to be my 'swansong' of my memories of Angel, I became more determined than ever to make sure that it was going to be the most memorable! Looking into her eyes, I slowly reached out towards her breasts. Although she made no move to stop me, I noticed an uncharacteristic look of uncertainty cross her face. Expecting to wake at any moment, my hands finally reached her body, and I felt...flesh! Soft, warm, smooth and resilient flesh! I watched as her areoles crinkled tightly around her firm nipples, as her body reacted to my touch. Her breathing began to pick up in pace as well, probably to keep up with my own. Bringing her hands up to her chest to cover mine, I expected her remove them from her body, but instead she pressed them firmly to her breasts, letting out a long, slow, sigh! My body reacted as nature had designed; my cock had suddenly lost all caution when she accepted my caress, and soon I had a full-blown erection, and a sense that nothing would be quite the same after tonight. As I watched my hands gently massaging her lovely breasts, I also noticed a pink flush beginning to cover her upper body and looking up into those lovely eyes, I saw the sweet glaze of passion begin to form over them. I felt her hands trembling against mine, again, uncharacteristic of her. She was normally exceptionally confident and sure of herself at all times. It was as though she were again the little girl that I'd first encountered on that school day so many years ago. The expression on her face was one of uncertainty, but determination. She let go of my hands, and reached out her own hands to my chest, softly running them down over my stomach, then around my waist to my back, pulling me into her. Reluctantly taking my hands off her breasts, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and met her lips with mine. Softly at first, relishing this new kind of relationship between us, we soon began to increase our passion and before long our tongues were making love, gently, caressingly back and forth between our mouths. I felt goose bumps beginning to creep across my back and arms, as my desire for this woman began to intensify! My rigid cock was now pressed firmly against her smooth, flat tummy, and any embarrassment that I might have felt being naked in front of her disappeared. Instead, I had an increasing level of what I judged must be pure lust taking over my emotional state. I wanted this woman more than anything else in the world right now! Even in my dream, she was exceptionally desirable, and my vivid memories of our times together only increased my ache for her company once more. While we were nuzzling after our introduction to kissing, I felt her right hand sliding down to my ass-cheek, just tentatively feeling and squeezing my body, then sliding around to where my cock was pressing urgently into her stomach. Very carefully, she ran her fingertips across the entire length of my dick, as if she'd never touched or seen one before. Her touch however, was just as electric to my body as if I'd actually been awake, and I soon began a renewed appraisal of her body. So far, I'd only had an opportunity to explore her beautiful breasts, but as I glanced down beyond where she was examining my equipment, I saw a flat toned belly, and beneath that the black, shiny strands of her pubic hair, long wavy strands; not the tight curly knot that I'd expected. Sliding my hand down her body, I slipped my fingers through her pubic hair until I reached the delicate slit that announced that I'd arrived at her seat of pleasure. She was damp, warm and a faintly musky odor seemed to drift up between us, urging us on to more earthly pleasures. Angel's sighs and whimpers encouraged me even further, and I began to insert one of my fingers into her cunt, only to run into the first sign of rejection that I'd encountered that night. Stepping back away from me a bit, Angel put her hands on my forearms, and sat down on her discarded dress, drawing me down with her. Lying back on the soft grass, she pulled me onto my back next to her, leaned over me and slid her hand back onto my still erect cock. Re-encouraged, I dropped my head to her chest, taking her left breast into my mouth, finally tasting her for the first time. Nibbling on her erect nipple and listening to her groans of pleasure for a little bit, I soon moved over to her right breast and continued to taste the delights of her wonderful body. After all, this was my dream. I again took my right hand, and began sliding it down across her body towards her pussy, pausing just for a moment at her bush. Sensing no objection at that point, I slowly began threading my fingers through her pubic hair towards my ultimate goal; warm, damp and glistening between her thighs. Once I reached the goal however, Angel again pulled my hand away, turning her face into mine. Looking into her eyes once again, I suddenly began to suspect why she was holding back. I saw the same uncertainty in her eyes that I saw at the beginning of my nightmare. She actually seemed a bit frightened! Despite my personal sense of urgency, I decided to slow things down a bit to see if I could put her mind more at ease. This dream was getting a little complicated, and I was beginning to wonder about my sanity. I raised myself up on one elbow and signed to her, "Are you all right?" She dropped her eyes to her hands for a few moments, then raised them to my face and signed, "I'm sorry, Jess, I'm scared..." Having 'said' that, she pressed her face into the crook of my neck and hugged me tightly. Taking my cue from that, I began to hug her and to stroke her back gently, at the same time bringing her face up to mine, gently nibbling on her lips, cheeks and ears, listening carefully as her breathing began to accelerate. She began to return my attentions and again reached her hand down to take hold of my cock. Sliding her hand down the shaft of my very hard erection, she found my aching balls, and tenderly fondled them while I rediscovered her tits. Ever so slowly, I touched her most everywhere I could reach in this position, and on inspiration, I began to move my nibbling down the front of her body. This time, not encountering any resistance, I moved from her breasts down across her firm, flat tummy, nibbling around her navel for a few moments, then making my way down to her hairy mound until I felt the heat from her pussy against my lips. The faint musky aroma from her sex caused the blood to begin pounding in my temples, and I tentatively stuck my tongue against her pussy lips. This time I was greeted by her hands moving behind my head, gently pulling me into her groin. Determined to proceed more slowly this time, I began running my tongue up and down her delightfully tasty pussy, gratified that she had become very well lubricated with her juices. Grazing her clitoris from time to time, I was further gratified by the quick movement of her hips into my face whenever I contacted that most sensitive part of her body. Gradually, I noticed that her legs were spreading apart, allowing me more contact with her pussy. Curious, I dipped down at last to run my tongue across her delicate asshole, and was pleased at the response; a quick jerk of her hips into my face, and a little yelp! Angel's breathing had become quite ragged by now, so I took this opportunity to check once again on her receptiveness to penetration. Carefully, I began to press a finger between her pussy lips, lubricating it with her juices, and sliding up and down the length of her cleft. Pressing a bit further, I began to marvel at the tightness that I encountered. I also noted that Angel and grabbed a handful of her discarded dress in each hand, and was trembling once again. I cautiously added another finger, moving both slowly up and down her beautiful slit, then pressing slowly once more into her body. So tight! Suddenly, she placed her hands on both sides of my head, and pulled me up onto her body. Just before she crushed my face into hers in a passionate kiss, I noticed that her face was contorted into a determined, but fearful frown, and my juvenile feelings of protecting her began to return. Lying between her thighs with my cock in full contact with the entrance to her pussy, I had little time to think before she grabbed my ass-cheeks and pulled hard; at the same time thrusting her hips up into me! Angel let out a yelp as the head of my cock pressed into her. I stopped, allowing her to control the pace of our consummation. After a moment or two she again urged me on, pulling my ass towards her once more. Suddenly I felt pain! What kind of fucking dream was this? My cock was meeting more resistance in her pussy than she had given me earlier with her fearfulness. We rested together for a bit, breathing into each other's faces. Finally, she threw her legs across my hips, planted her heels in my ass, and with a jerk, literally impaled herself on my cock! The tightness was incredible, and the pressure on the shaft of my cock , quite frankly, was a bit painful. I finally came to my senses enough to realize that Angel was softly sobbing into my neck, and I saw the warm wet trails of her tears running off her body onto the ground beneath us. Moving her face to mine, I gently kissed the tears away, tasting the sweet saltiness of her surrender. After what seemed like an eternity, Angel began moving under me, her hips drawing my cock a ways out of her, and then lifting her hips up again, pushing my cock back in. Tentatively, she initiated the slow steady rhythm of sex, breathing heavily into my ear. Matching her movements, I did my best to control the angle of penetration I made into her body. Truth be told, she was so tight that an angle that caused too much contact with the walls of her cunt might have had disastrous consequences to my efforts. In fact, I began to think that something really scary might happen to my current scenario in order for me to classify this all as a nightmare. Perchance to Dream Ch. 01 It was just about now that I began to wonder whether this was all a product of my nightmare, or if I were a player in someone else's nightmare! It seemed that some things went according to what I might expect from a dream of my design, but some things always contributed to the 'foil' of my achieving my goal; capturing my soul mate! Yeah, right! A typical nightmare! However, the longer we kept up our sexual exercise, the more lubricated Angel became, and the more delightful our screwing became. While the difficulty in getting to this point was a little daunting, it did do something for which I was grateful. I wasn't comfortable with the possibility that I might be a "little quick on the draw" right now, so to speak. I was now able to space this dream out for a while, even though I knew that I would have to wake up at some point. Moreover, just so you know, I'm not majestically endowed. I'm quite average, I think. She really was that tight! Damn! I wanted this to last forever! I thought maybe that since this was my dream, I could force that to happen, but I knew it wasn't to be. Nightmares had rules; and one of the rules was, something had to happen that would screw up the whole thing! But, while we were in the glow of the 'good stuff,' I was determined to milk it for all it was worth! Right now, all I could think about was having the most wonderful, most beautiful woman in the world under me right now; and we were connected...really connected! I was making love to this woman... It didn't matter that this was just a dream! My mind was telling me something! All the memories; all the years; all of the stuff we did with and to each other in years gone by. My heart ached for the spot that I wanted her to fill in myself! I had been really lonely way too long! Looking down into her ice-blue eyes, I suddenly realized that I had a thousand questions to ask her. There was so much time between then and now, but when I pulled my hands up to sign, she suddenly put her forefinger on my lips, and spoke, "Not now...I'm here, and I've waited way too long for this." I was stunned! I'd never heard her speak before. Now that she did, it was with a strange, unfamiliar accent. I guessed it was the best that my imagination could come up with, lacking anything in our past to base it upon. But, she was right; I was losing ground quickly as I thrust myself into her body. The tightness, and the pent-up sexual pressure was beginning to overcome my innate curiosity regarding my dream-state, and I was approaching my release point rather quickly. She had begun thrusting her hips into mine quite hard, again making me adjust the angle of attack such that I would still have some equipment left after our little exercise, and she was making little yelps on each stroke of penetration. Man, was I in nightmare heaven, but I was still waiting for the crash! I just knew that I would wake up in the morning with no memory of this emotional event! The rules... Remember? Just as I began to feel the tightness in my balls signaling my imminent explosion, I decided to pull out, not quite sure if protection was important in the dream state. Although I knew I was asleep, this was undoubtedly the most vivid dream I'd ever had; so much so that the boundary between reality and fantasy had become very blurry. Taking me by surprise, Angel suddenly crossed her legs around my waist, driving her heels into my ass cheeks and pulling me deeper into her cunt! Losing control, I unloaded what must have been many years of loneliness and sexual frustration deep into her body. As tightly as I held her in my arms during my incredible climax, I found that her grip on me was no less intense! I doubt if dynamite could have separated us at this point! It took us a while to come down off our mutual high, but we did...very slowly, relishing our sexual contact, trembling and shaking. Finally, I rolled off her, and pulled her close to myself, positioning her head next to mine. I could feel her, smell her, and now I could hear her, whispering into my ear. She had leaned over me, kissed me on the scar above my eye that had sealed our childhood relationship, and spoke, "I love you Jess Coumer; I always have...I'll be back for you!" Suddenly, I heard the sound of a crow, high above us! "Caaaaaaaaw!" Twice more, then I suddenly found myself back in my bedroom, and I still thought I heard the sound, only now it was the whining cry of Mr. Fleez, "Raaower...!" I was all tangled up in my sheets, and the other pillow I kept on the other side of the bed was firmly pressed into the side of my face. Mr. Fleez was understandably upset because it was nearly 11:00 AM, and it was way past the time that I usually took him out for his constitution! Untangling myself from my bed sheets, I quickly jumped into my jogging rig, and took Mr. Fleez for his little run. As I breezed down the tree-lined avenue, trying to keep up with Mr. Fleez, I discovered that I remembered everything that I dreamt the previous night. It was so vivid that I had begun to sport a semi-hard-on during our run as I reviewed the entire dream. It wasn't too hard to notice that my cock was still a little tender from the mental exercise, and I wondered if that were a symptom of a 'really good dream,' or simply the residual ache from a really strong 'wet dream.' Returning to my apartment, I fed the puppy and wandered back into my bedroom to prepare for my shower. Approaching my bed, I pulled back the covers to see what kind of laundry load I was going to be up against. Looking in stunned surprise at the large circular stain in the middle of my bed, I couldn't help but take note of the streaks of red that were a part of it. I'd heard of the old expression "breaking a nut," but I never took it literally, until now. I only hoped that I hadn't damaged myself permanently... Pulling off the soiled sheets, I could almost sense the aroma of spices and forest, and as I grabbed the pillows to reposition them at the top of the bed, I noticed something underneath the spare pillow that I hadn't noticed before. As I picked it up to examine it, I felt the hair begin to stand up on the back of my neck! It was a feather; a black feather about 5 inches long, shiny and smooth! If I thought my adolescent years were a bit strange and unusual, it was beginning to appear that my adult life was taking a swing towards the strange and surreal as well. I briefly gave thought to confiding in my old friend Seth about my weird nightmare, but imagining his response to me as I described my incredible imaginary sexual escapades with his sister did not sit too well with thoughts of our continued friendship. And the thought of presenting him with yet another mystery? I think not... Sitting on the edge of my bed twirling the feather between my fingers, I drifted back to memories of Angel, and her affinity for the 'wild' things that inhabited this wonderful world. Many times, it was the presence or company of the creatures of this world that bought our way out of trouble with the 'civilized' members of our society, and she never seemed to fear situations that scared the crap out of me, although I tried my best not to let it show. It wouldn't have mattered though, I'd have marched through red-hot lava for her, fear or no fear. My reverie was interrupted by a small whine at my side. Looking down, I saw Mr. Fleez sitting there, looking up at me with a curious expression on his face. Seeing that I had noticed his presence, he leaped up on the bed and stepped into my lap to curl up. He nuzzled the feather out of my hand, sniffed at it, and lay his head down on it. At least someone in this apartment didn't see anything odd about the feather's presence here this morning.