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Dreams and Reality


I awake to soft knocking at my front door.

Sighing, I sit up and stretch out a yawn. If they can come knock at my door at 2:30 in the morning, then I have every right to take my time and they can wait. Besides, who the hell would be stopping past my place at 2:30 AM? It could only be one person.

As I stand, I look around for a shirt to put on. Finding a tattered Donkey Kong t-shirt, I walk slowly to the door while pulling it over my head.

"Who is it?"

"You know who it is already. It's cold out here, open the door."

I shake my head. Of course I knew who it was, she's the only person who could stop by so late without getting laid out. Seems like I should revoke her privilege as well. I open the door, and, almost as if on cue in a movie, I also opened my mouth, but nothing came out except air.

Standing 5'5", she was as smart as she was stunning. Irish creme colored skin. Full lips. Slight gap in her two front teeth. Her eyes, which were two deep, green pools, stared at me, and as I swallowed, my eyes followed a trail from head to toe. Wearing a knee length black dress with open toed sling strapped heels, she looked phenomenal. Endowed, but not overly so, enough to wear the dress without support. A bit of a tummy, but nothing outrageous. Dancer's legs. Strong calf muscles. As she breezed past me, the smell of Chardonnay, Big Red chewing gum, and Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue perfume wafted into my nose. I missed that smell. I shook my head to shake the remaining sleep cobwebs out of my head and to shove those memories back on the shelf of my brain.

"Well, come on in," I say sarcastically while closing the door.

"Listen, I had a date with a real jerk tonight, and I needed to vent. I knew you wouldn't mind," she huffed.

I sigh. "What happened?"

"What is it with men and this whole 'I want to have sex with you on the first date' thing? He didn't even bother to get to know me or anything, it was just like he was going through the motions of a date. Sure, ok, you bought me dinner, but does that mean you automatically get some ass from me? Hell, you don't even know what I do for a living, all you could comment on was how sexy I looked in this stupid dress, which, by the way, I shouldn't have worn in the first place, because the temperature dropped fast-"

I hold my hand up to stop her. "You're rambling. Get to the point, so I can get some sleep."

She smirked. "Well, aren't you cranky?"

"You would be too, if you were jarred awake by someone at 2:30 in the morning. Especially if that someone was an ex talking about a date with another man."

"True. But it's you. And you aren't a normal ex, you're still my friend. Consider yourself lucky."

"If missing out on sleep is considered lucky, then I don't need luck," I replied.

She moved over to my couch, and took her heels off. Placing the gum she had back in its wrapper, she throws it in the waste bucket. She stretched, yawned, and scratched her hair, which fell slightly over her right eye. She looked weary, as if tonight's events simply took the vibrant life out of her. Bags were starting to form under her eyes, and she spoke as if she had a buzz going.

She asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I see you getting a bit too comfortable, and I want to go back to bed."

"Do you remember our first date?"

I shook my head. "I'm not going through this with you, not tonight. Listen, if you need a place to crash, fine, take the bed, but I'm not listening to another word about us. Oh, I forgot, there is no more us, sorry."

She ignored my comment and continued reminiscing. "You took me to Carraba's. You were looking sharp. We talked about everything, and not once did you say anything out of the way to me. You can carry a conversation, and, you were interesting to boot. Even after we parted ways relationship wise, I always thought that our date was the best first date I ever had." She smiled halfway. "What happened to us?"

"You know what happened. You left because you... wait. I'm not getting into this." I started to walk towards the bedroom. "You know where the pillows and blanket are, use them."

"I left because I was stupid," she answered.

I stopped walking. My back was to her.

"I left because I thought I could one-up you, find someone who was just like you, but not so... so..." She trailed off. I turned to her, and stared.

"So, what?" I asked.

"You have a penchant for being sarcastic. You're so good at it, at times, I couldn't tell if you were for real, or just joking. If you were showing your true feelings, or just being nice to me. I needed to know and instead of saying that, I just left. After we separated, I knew how to tell the difference, I knew that you cared for me. I only wish I could've known that sooner, instead of walking out on you."

My nostrils flared, my jaw tightened. I proclaimed, "Yes, YOU walked out on ME. And now, I'm about to do the same. Good night."

As I turned to walk away, she came from behind me. She gently placed her hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said, "Please forgive me."

I sneered. "Forgive you? What we had... I would've given anything to keep you around. You acted as if I offended you, or hit you, or cheated on you. And now, after all this time, after I finally swallowed what feelings I did have for you, just to salvage a friendship YOU wanted, here you go, 6 months later, in my home, asking me what went wrong, as if our relationship just fell apart of it's own will. Sure, I'll forgive you, in due time. But tonight, sweetheart, isn't that time. And tomorrow isn't looking too good either. Good night."

Before I could go into the bedroom, she grabs my hand. I turn to say something else, but before I could, she kisses me. I grab her arms gently and pull her away. I lick my lips, and the taste of the wine mixed with the gum she had earlier danced on my tongue. I look at her, and I see the pool of tears start to form in her eyes. My heart races, I can't stand to see her cry. I wipe the two tears that start to fall away. She shudders at my touch. I move her hair from her right eye to catch a good look at her whole face. I missed her, more than she knew, simply because I didn't have the guts to tell her. She looks down at the floor. I pick her chin up, and before she could turn away, I kiss her. It was a soft kiss, one meant to let her know that I still care. She pulls her head back, almost unsure what the kiss meant. She then comes in for another kiss. I tried to not kiss her again, tried not to pick at this old wound that I have on my heart, but it was too late. We start kissing slowly. Her mouth opened partly, and her tongue was on mine in an instant.

I backed her slowly to the wall, kissing along the way. She moaned softly, rubbing her hands across my back and head. The kissing was getting more intense, and I placed my hands on the small of her back. She started kissing me harder. I took my left hand and pulled her right leg up on my hip. She responds by moving her left leg on my hip as well, making me support her medium frame by putting my hands on her backside. We continue to kiss, and as I do so, I start moving my hands up her dress. She stops kissing me, breathing heavily. She looks into my eyes.

"Tell me," she pleaded.

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me you still want me. Better yet, show me."

I shifted my weight, put her down on her feet. I take her hand into mine and lead her into the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed, she stands in between my legs. I kiss her belly, she rubs my head. I slowly move my hands up her thighs, up the dress. I touch that spot, and I could feel the warmth and growing moisture through her underwear. She pulls my shirt over my head and throws it somewhere.

I didn't care if she threw the shirt out the window.

I place my hands back up under the dress. I feel her butt through the lace, and as I pull the dress up, I see she has on boyshorts. I start to pull them down and she parts her legs ever so slowly, so I can let them fall to the floor. I touch her honeycomb again, and I can feel the heat flaring from her.

She lets out a soft moan while pushing me down on the bed. She reaches for my boxers and pull them off. She looks at my manhood and smiles.

"I assume the condoms are in the same place," she whispered lustfully. I nod my head. She moves to the nightstand, pulls out the prophylactic, opens the package, and comes back to me. With the expertise of a sex education teacher, she places it on me, double checks to make sure it is on correctly and tightly, and begins to straddle me.

The moan that escapes her lips as I enter her turns me on even more. She slowly moves her hips, almost in a hypnotic manner, as if she's doing a slow lambada. She looks down at me, and her face lightens up with warm glow. She saw me looking over her, looking at her eyes, and then at her lips. She pulls me up, and we kiss once more. I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her to the speed I want. She puts my head in her chest, and I can feel her nipples brush against my cheeks. I pull on the string behind her neck, letting her dress fall to her waist. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered. I lick on her left nipple, sucking softly, hearing her moans getting louder.

I feel the vibration of her left leg starting to become more erratic, her walls closing in tightly around me. She hums, she sighs, she moans. I pick her up, and stand up. I let her stand up as well. I motion to her to face the bed. She smiles devilishly. She knows what I like, and I know what she likes. She bends over, placing her head on the mattress. I lift the dress again, this time, I'm behind her. I go in, deeper than before, and she cursed, then cooed, then starts to taunt me.

"Is that....mmm.... the best....wow.....uh.....mmmm....the best.....ooh....damn.....hmmm....ahhh..." She didn't finish her sentence. She said my name, over and over, as if she was chanting some secret phrase. Her fist balled the sheets and she slammed her other hand on the bed. I smiled at first, then I realized that I was coming closer to Nirvana than I thought. I slowed down. She was already there, and was starting to make a return trip. She looked over her shoulder, and said four words.

"Give it to me."

She backed her ass up against me, gyrating and twisting and moving, pushing me, punishing me, making me return the favor. I slapped her butt, made it sting, heard her suck air through her teeth. I pull on the dress, twisting it into a makeshift rein, and started pulling her towards me. She cries out, part pain, mostly pleasure, scratches my arms, digs her nails into my skin. We're moving quickly now, as if we couldn't await the sweet moment where nothing is thought of, where your mind clears for one whole moment. She screams my name. I grunt and feel the swelling growing. The moment arrives.

I awake to soft knocking at my front door.

Sighing, I sit up and stretch out a yawn. I wondered if what just happened actually happened, or was I dreaming? I look around, no evidence that she was even here. As I stand, I look around for a shirt to put on. Finding a tattered Donkey Kong t-shirt, I walk slowly to the door while pulling it over my head.

"Who is it?"

"You know who it is already. It's cold out here, open the door."

I smile.

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