The Dream Ch. 02

More specifically though, he liked classic rock from the seventies with a spattering of hair metal from the '80s. His van was also endemic to people of his kind and an extension of his personality. From the outside, it was 1984 Dodge Ram Van and painted (poorly) to look like "The A Team van". Inside, it was party central.

Upon opening the door; the first thing you saw was two comfy chairs along the far wall. The chairs had more in common with an easy chair from your grandma's basement than the regular captain's chair you would expect to find. Between the two chairs was a drink table and along the back of the van was a couch that could fold out into a bed, should the need arise. Like any sweet party van, it had a mini-fridge fully stocked with beer, pop and coolers. Naturally, it also had a state of art stereo system that could perform at earsplitting levels.

I hopped in the front seat once I'd noticed the conspicuous absence of his girlfriend Nicki. "Where's Nikki?" I asked without preamble. Jay and Nikki came as a pair and had been dating since eleventh grade.

"At work, just finishing up her shift, we will grab her in a bit but first I have a few other people tagging along." He answered. "You ready to roll?"

"Shit yeah, bahd."

"Alright, alright, alright." He said in his best McConaughey impression from Dazed and Confused.

"Oh, you can cut that shit immediately," I said with a smile. He beamed from ear to ear and hit a button on his stereo. "Free Ride" by Foghat came blaring out of the stereo. Sitting back, I felt happy, the plan hadn't come together exactly as I'd planned but I felt the night had strong potential.

Cruising through town to destinations unknown, I looked out at city I'd grown up in. The trees were the bright, untarnished green of spring. The grass was still new and unburnt by the long, dry, hot days of summer. The townspeople were out in droves exhibiting their summer garb and enjoying unseasonable heat for the end of May. If someone held a gun to my head I might've admitted at that time that I truly loved my hometown.

At the time though, all I could think about was getting out but not at that particular moment. In fact, it was one of those rare slips in time so ripe with the rich exuberance of youth it was destined to become a rich source of nostalgia for the future. I was off work for the weekend, young, single and on my way to a party; what else could be better?

I was drawn out of my reverie once I recognized which street we were headed down. It was a quiet, tree-canopied crescent that led to nowhere in particular, so, it seemed likely we were heading to the house of my good friend from high school. She had been living in Regina going to university but that hadn't worked out for Skye. Don't get me wrong she was bright enough to do whatever she wanted but I'm not sure she knew that or maybe she just didn't care.

For the last few years, she had been working in restaurants as a server but recently she told me she was coming back to work in the oilfield. However, I'd just talked to her yesterday and she said she wouldn't be able make it tonight. Reaching over to the volume on the stereo, I turned it down and said, "You calculating bastards!"

"How dare you?" he said in mock outrage. "You attribute too much to someone as lazy as I. Careful now, son, or you'll give me a bad name." Jay called everyone, 'son' regardless of age, context or propriety.

"Well... what the hell? She told me she couldn't make it."

"She wanted to keep it a secret and I saw no reason not to." He said with a smile and wink.

On watch for our arrival, she exited the house as soon as we pulled into their driveway. Her long, dark hair blew back from her forehead on the breeze and she smiled widely when she saw me through the windshield. She was wearing a stylish yet ratty pair of very short cut-offs and a black tank top. Her legs looked fantastic from all the running she did and her shirt clung to her toned body.

I jumped out of the van, wildly excited and grabbed her in a huge hug. The feeling of her body so close to me felt disconcertingly arousing. Never had anything even remotely occurred between the two of us, so I attributed the feelings to my recent romps across the foyer from my heterosexuality. It's so strange how you can open a window to a different set of desires and the whole wall caves in from the weight of it.

"You bitch!" I yelled in glee, "You deceptive, fucking bitch!"

She laughed her impossibly loud guffaw and said, "You love surprises and you fucking know it."

"Fair enough." I agreed. "Come on, jump in the back and grab a beer with me. Tonight, is going to be a blast!"

"Where's Logan?" She asked while looking around as though he were going to jump out from behind the van.

"He got called into work."

"Ooo, let me know if I can sub in for the poor guy," Skye offered while putting her arm around my shoulders; the corner of her lip drawn up in a smirk.

She was a bit of flirt, our Skye, so I thought little of it. It's always been my assumption that her flirtation with women was more intended for shock value than derived from any serious womanly love; at least that's how it had always been in the past. Considering recent events, I couldn't help but wonder though and intrigue stirred beneath the surface of our normal aesthetic together.

We jumped in the back and sat on the couch together close to the beer fridge. I grabbed a couple of my cold pilsners and handed one to her.

"So... what's really going on?" I ventured, feeling there was more to this surprise than her assertion that I liked surprises.

"Hmmm... it looks like I'm going to be moving back home sooner than I thought. I just passed my 1A driver's course and dad wants me to start training on Monday."

"Wow, that happened fast."

"Tell me about it..." she started.

But, that was all we managed to say before Jay turned around and said, "That's enough clucking, hens. Time for some tunes." With that, he cranked up Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion" to a decibel level unable to protest to. We both shook our heads looking at each other and laughed.

Skye reached over as I took a swig of my beer and held the bottle to my mouth encouraging me to take more. I returned the favour when I saw her bring her own bottle up to her red painted lips, moments later. Soon, we were pulling up to the A&W Nikki worked at and she jumped in the front with Jay. Within seconds she reached over and turned the stereo down to a human level.

"Some of us have a future, you know, with working ear drums." Nikki chastised him.

"Sup' ladies?" She asked turning to Skye and me. She had purple hair and thick framed hipster glasses. They were an unlikely match as a couple but somehow it worked.

"Are we picking up anyone else?" I questioned.

"Nope, just the four of us, everyone else is meeting us out at the badlands." Skye answered for Nikki. She always seemed to have her finger on the pulse of what is going on, even when she wasn't supposed to be there.

Skye and I sat and chatted a lot about nothing. While we talked, I felt much more aware of how attractive she was. I always knew she was pretty but either something had changed in her or in myself. Somehow, I felt the answer likely laid somewhere in-between. Her eyes were a brilliant hazel and impossibly large. Her nose was slightly upturned and the perfect size. Skye had just asked me (as all people eventually do, to a mechanic) about some weird noise her car was making; when I noticed that Nikki was closing the curtain between the driver's cab and the back of the van.

"Listen, I have no idea what's going on with your car without being able to look at it. But... I think I have an idea about what's going on up front, if you'll humour me." I said.

Skye looked away from me and noticed the same thing about the curtain that I just had.

"Oh my..." She exclaimed. "Care to make a friendly wager?"

"Oh, hell yeah! Easy bet. She's totally giving him head."

"How unimaginative." Skye replied. "I bet he is giving her pussy a real thorough up, down." She said while pantomiming her supposition with her tongue in the air. I could feel heat spread to my cheeks watching her lewd display.

"While he is driving? I think your imagination is a little out of control." I questioned.

"Only one way to find out."

"Alright when we get there we will ask them and the loser has to flash someone of the winner's choosing."

Feinting deep thought she touched her chin and said, "While I accept most of your terms; I think there is an easier, more timely and accurate point of approach to this quandary. Why don't we just take a peek?"

We unbuckled our belts with a stealth unnecessary to our cause. Skye reached out and grabbed my arm and we braced ourselves in the moving vehicle as it continued to barrel down the highway. Once we got up the curtains we realized they had done a poor job of doing up the zipper. Skye pulled me to the side of the gap in the curtains and what I saw almost made me blush. They had switched positions. Nikki was now in the driver's seat with her legs spread open wide and one leg braced with bent knee on the passenger seat. Jay was working furiously between her legs and effectively, as evidenced by Nikki biting her lower lip in pleasure while her head turned to look out the windshield.

"Holy fuck! The traffic violations alone, children!" Skye exclaimed amused and no doubt in celebration of winning the bet.

"Not to mention the danger." I added sardonically, "I hope you kids are using protection."

Nikki turned to us looking appropriately mortified but recovered quickly and said, "Protection? I'm wearing my seatbelt. Drive, will you? A girl has needs."

"And I intend to meet them." Jay said.

Laughing, I told them to get out of the way and I'd drive out. Skye joined me up back and with curtains closed we had but to imagine what was going on behind them.

"Go easy on me." I said in reference to my lost bet.

Winking one beautiful eye at me she replied mysteriously, "We'll see..."

The party was in full swing by the time we pulled up. I parked off to the side and surveyed the crowd of people already swigging drinks, laughing and flirting. When I got out of the truck I heard Jay's voice behind me yell, "WHO HATES PANTS!?!?" as he brushed past me, heading for the party. The crowd of partygoers parted, as though the red sea, for the half naked Jay to run through; clearly demonstrating his world view on pants.

"Yikes!" Skye exclaimed while grabbing my hand, she pulled me into the swarm of people; booming music around us. We grabbed some beers from a keg some thoughtful person had supplied, and began to mingle.

By the time nighttime fell; I was feeling tipsy and social, seated by the fire next to Skye. The light from the bonfire was dancing upon the familiar faces around me. Most people were just joking around, having fun while others were having a whole different type of fun.

Not far from me sat a girl named Kim I recognized from high school. She was seated with a guy I didn't recognize, draped in a blanket. There was suspicious amount of activity causing a stir beneath their cover. The flickering light from the fire lent a surreal quality to the look of ecstasy on her face as though Kim were the star of her very own soft-core porn.

Skye stood up and said," I gotta pee, will you come stand guard?"

After she'd done her business we went for a walk in the starlight. Looking up, I couldn't help but gasp audibly at the tapestry of stars in the sky. It isn't until you can get away from the interference of city lights (even those of a small city), that you realize how dazzling the night sky can be.

"Oh sure," I joked sarcastically, "We just had to have the party out here, in the cheap showiness of nature, instead of cramped into someone's sweaty living room."

Skye laughed, "It's good to back, even better to be out here with you. Come on, let's walk a bit. I have a story I want to tell you, if you're game? You remember Steve, right?" she asked in reference to her recent ex-boyfriend. I nodded and she carried on while we walked into the ruddy desert-like landscape.

"OK, well... it all started because he was really good friends with his ex, Gina. I didn't really care cuz I've remained friends with some my exes too. I just don't think it's all that weird. I mean, you liked each other well enough to date them then it stands to reason that you'll still like each other after the split... given enough time that is."

"Anyway, I really started to like Gina too. She's funny, cool and likes to have a good time so when she and I started hanging out on our own without Steve, it seemed natural. One night, after hitting the bars we are back at my house sitting on my couch chatting and watching Keye and Peele. Next thing I know she's leaning over and kissing me. I was about to gently push her back when I realized I wasn't entirely dissatisfied by the way it felt. I know, fucked up, right?"

"I wouldn't say that," I replied unable to believe what I was hearing. She continued:

"Well, if that doesn't shock you just hold on it gets better. So, we're kissing on the couch and I'm like pretty into it... I'm not going to lie, I never really thought much about being gay or anything. It just felt nice and I rolled with it. Next thing I know things are getting more intense and I began to wonder if this wasn't cheating on Steve. So, I stopped kissing her and told her that I probably should stop because of him. Then, she suggests we call him over, like to my house to ah... join""

"And?" I questioned completely immersed in her story.

"Errm...We did and let me tell you, it was amazing that first time. They just lavished their attention on me. He'd be fucking me from behind and she was underneath me kissing and you know other stuff all at the same time. Sensory overload. I came like a banshee. So, we did it a few more times but each time they seemed to be spending more and more time on each other until the last time, when it was like I wasn't even there. That time, I just had enough and walked out. I doubt they even noticed. Anyway, I haven't seen Steve or Gina since." She finished.

"Oh hon, I'm sorry." I said even though she didn't seem in the least bit upset.

"Oh, don't worry, Jamie. This was weeks ago and I don't know, as much as it's a kick to the ego; it was a hell of an experience. Sometimes, when you play with fire, you get burnt and sometimes it's worth it. Besides, in retrospect it's pretty evident they were still in love anyway."

"It's really strange that you should mention this because..." I started, intending to tell her about Jodie but I was cut off when Skye squealed out,

"You hear that; that's my jam, baby" She asked referencing a Gorillaz song that had just begun to blare over the hills from the party. "We have to dance!"

We ran back to the fire to join a group of roughly a dozen others that were dancing. Hips swaying, bodies in motion; Skye sidled up to me. Unable to decipher whether she was coming onto me or not, I just followed her lead and soon we were grinding on each other to the beat of the music like dancers in a hip hop video. As we all know this isn't indicative of any real sexual attraction, not necessarily. Women dance like this with each other all the time. What differentiated this moment from any others, was the residual heat radiating between each other from her confession.

She moved behind me, with her arms raised up on either side of me. Unable to believe this was happening again, so soon, after my encounter with Jodie; I decided to roll with it. I moved my ass back against her hips and shimmied. One of her arms drew in around me and pulled me close to her body as we danced. Pulling my hair away from my ear, she whispered in it, "I think I know how I'm going cash that bet..."

We continued dancing for a few more songs as the heat between us reached intense levels. We needed a place to go and the sandy, rock littered floor of the badlands was no cool, patch of soft grass to explore each other on. I found Nikki and asked her where Jay was, intending to see if Skye and I could go back to his van for a "talk".

"Oh, Jay? Um, Yeah, his drunk ass passed out in a bush an hour ago. Just couldn't resist doing another keg stand, I guess. I'm thinking of catching a ride back to town with someone else. Can you two handle getting the van back to town tomorrow? I'm too drunk to drive it back now and so are both of you."

"Hey! I resemble that remark." I stated in mock outrage, deliberately slurring my words in jest.

She tossed me the keys and moments later, Skye and I were crawling into the back of the van. As clear as things had seemed on the dance floor I began to feel some trepidation about where things seemed to be progressing. Oddly, it felt more like I was being unfaithful to Jodie than Logan. I assuaged the guilt by reminding myself of her steady boyfriend and the fact that we hadn't even had contact with each other since our tryst, (which was probably just that to her- a tryst and nothing more). Skye shocked me out of my thoughts by blatantly asking, "How long have you known you were bi?"

"Uh..." I replied caught off-guard. "Not long, if I told you it was only a week or so ago, would you believe that?"

Drawing me to her, she took the lead and kissed me deeply and passionately on the lips with expertise. There was no hesitation to her actions, she was confident and handled herself as such. My body reacted and I felt the familiar primal electricity course through my body but before it took me over, I stopped and pulled away, "Skye, I... don't know if we should be doing this. I mean, we are friends and I..."

"Let me stop you right there," She interrupted, "This is just two girls having fun, ok? I have no intention of making this into a big deal. Or God forbid, make it into a relationship that requires a deep and awkward discussion with our respective parents. All, I want to do, in the immortal words of Cyndi Lauper, is just have fun." She finished matter-of-factly with an irresistible smile on her face.

My stance softened considerably and I remarked wryly, "Hmmm... you have a good point there. It is a well-established fact that girls just want to have fun. It's all they want, if I recollect properly."

"Yes, so let's do our own peer review of Ms. Lauper's dissertation, shall we?" Skye asked with a smile.

I responded by pressing my lips to her bright red ones but within seconds she took control again.

"Let's get that pesky lost wager out of the way. Hmmm... who shall you have to flash?" She asked no one in particular, pretending to look around the van as though someone was going to jump out, hand raised in response to her question. "I don't see anyone around, so I guess that leaves me..."

She pulled my shirt up over my head and I stood before her in my bra. My breasts spilled out after she expertly dispatched it.

"Oh my, Jamie. These are amazing." She sighed.

Skye then crouched before me and licked, using only the tip of her tongue; in one solid, tantalizing stroke from my belly button up to one pert nipple. Upon arrival, she used her teeth to nibble with the slightest amount of pressure. Needful desire shot down between my legs as though the stimulated nerves in my nipples were corresponding directly with my pussy.

I groaned aloud at the sensation as she began to suck harder while simultaneously drawing her mouth away from nipple until the distended hardened bud popped out with a smack from her lips. By the time she finished the same performance on my other tit; my knees had grown weak and I was finding it hard to stay upright on my feet.

Skye quickly unfolded the couch into a bed; grasped me by the shoulders and tossed me onto it. She seemed to be taking total authority over me and it felt much more freeing than I would've thought possible. All my uncertainties and fears were left in her capable hands as I awaited her next move.