She was dreaming of the Man of her Dreams. Someone that would be debonair, sophisticated, interested in the Arts. One that was confident in who he was, what he wanted, and how to go about getting it. She saw his build, heard the sound of his voice echoing in her mind, making her insides quiver with a delicious excitement. The dream was so strong that she could almost feel the wetness that she imagined pooling between her thighs. Aching, she shifted in her bed, moaning with an intense need that was all consuming. She parted her thighs and started to pet the glistening portal to her womanhood, all the while envisioning her ideal.
"Hmmm, 6 feet 3, 210-220 pounds, brunette, dark blue eyes", she said, talking aloud as her mind formed the picture of the 'perfect guy' while she slept. " Muscular, but not too, and a deep voice that rumbles almost", she continued, smiling as the picture became clearer. Little by little she named off certain detailed qualities, until he stood before her. He smiled at her, and she screamed, as she realized that the man in her dreams was her next door neighbor Joshua!
"Oh my god!", she said loudly. "No, it can't be!" Jumping out of the bed, the shadowy moonlight silhouetted her full figured frame through her pale blue silk jammies. Pacing back and forth, she ran her hands agitatedly through her hair, talking to the open air as she voiced her thoughts out loud.
Unbeknownst to her, the object of her fanciful musings had heard her scream, and had picklocked his way into her apartment when he heard her scream. Noting that there was nothing actually amiss and figuring Jessie had had just another bad dream as she was prone to do lately, Josh was going to leave when he heard her talking to no one in particular. Curious now, he moved closer to Jessie's room, thankful that her door was open. Being able to have the sound of her voice not muffled, it wasn't long before he was able to hear what she was saying.
"No, my perfect man can't be Josh, not him . Oh geez that's just great, having an erotic hot dream about your next door neighbor, Jess. That's just great!. Whaddya gonna do? Just go up to the guy and say' Hi , Josh, how's it going? Can I jump your bones? ' Oh yeah he would think I have totally lost it then, and would try to check me into the psych ward immediately! "
Josh had to smile and refrain from laughing when he heard Jessie was losing sleep over him. While she wasn't exactly thin, she made him laugh, she was smart and her eyes sparkled when she was happy. Something had dimmed that brightness lately. She had started to have those nightmares that made dark circles appear under her eyes, so it was funny and a relief to find out that she was thinking about him. His smile faded, though when he thought of her saying she wanted to have sex with him. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Josh felt a sudden tightness in his jeans, a restlessness filling him, goading him to take some sort of action. Josh rubbed his crotch, shifting uncomfortably as he continued to listen to Jessie mention aloud some of her fantasies with him, and what she was dreaming he would do.
His limits of restraint pushed, reached, and exceeded, Josh moved before he realized, moved by Jessie's fervent speech, and driven by his biological urge to jerk her up against him and rip off her flimsy silk coverings. Dammit, she was in his thoughts more and more, Josh thought. Hungry to smell her scent once again, he decided to risk getting thrown in jail, in favor of fulfilling some of Jessie's fantasies. After all, she as much admitted that she wanted him to do these things to her, so why not be man enough to oblige her? He planned to make sure that she went to sleep a very satisfied woman.
Josh walked quietly behind Jessie, all his senses zeroed in on her. She triggered every Primal male instinct in him. All he wanted to do was claim the woman, take her to bed, Tie her up until she listened to reason. The more Josh thought about it, the more that idea appealed to him. Jessie was a headstrong woman, but he saw the tender heart that lay beneath. With him, whether she realized it or not, Jessie was more relaxed with him; the tightness around her mouth and eyes relaxed, and she smiled more often in his presence. Josh smiled, happy that he was able to do that for Jessie. Now, it was time to do something else for her – help that stubborn next door neighbor of his that was clad so sexily in those silk pajamas that he was the man she needed. When he thought of some of the men he saw Jessie go out on dates or business dinners with, he snarled with jealousy, with frustration, and with a need that was getting harder to hide from her. There was one thought that started to repeat in his being like a mantra :
Jessie was his, and his alone!
Josh felt the caveman in him awaken as the veneer of civilization fall away as he watched Jessie pace, his eyes roving over the outline of her body beneath the thin silk material. He had waited a long time to let his friend and neighbor know of his desire for her, but Had held back for fear of being laughed at. Not tonight. No more. He had heard himself Jessie say that she dreamed of him, that she wanted his hands on her body. That had Settled many questions in his mind. Tonight, this woman would be his. He would show her a good loving , so that she wouldn’t want anybody else.
Jessie stopped her pacing, wiping away a tear that slid down her cheek. It shocked her to Wake up from a fog, seeing that she was fooling herself, telling herself that she might be happy with this man or that one. She tried to recall the face of the man she had gone out with last night. What was his name? Dave, yes Dave was his name. As hard as Jessie tried to bring up in her mind what Dave looked like, she couldn’t remember a single detail. He was a handsome guy, she should be able to remember what he looked like. After all, It was just last night that she went out with the guy! Despite her efforts, Jessie couldn’t See his face; Josh kept interfering, as his features embedded in her being.
Placing her hands over her eyes, she bent over, as if in pain. God, was she to have no privacy at all? She hurt, and ached in all sorts of places. All she seemed to think about lately was him; she was beginning to compare her dates to that man. Angry with her lack of self control, angry with
him
, she grabbed a pillow off of her chair and threw it across her room. “ ARRRRRGH! “ , she growled, frustrated with the way things were going in her life. “ Damn you Josh “, Jessie said with passion, “ and damn me too “ , she continued in a more subdued tone, tired physically, and in her soul. She went to her dresser, placing her hands on it, bowing her head. The urge to cry was so strong, but the tears wouldn’t come.
Strong hands started to rub her neck and shoulders. Shocked, Jessie gasped and looked in the mirror, her face draining of color when she saw Josh. Color quickly came back as anger replaced shock and embarrassment of seeing the object of her musings here in her room so late at night. “What do you think you are doing, Josh?”
“Massaging your shoulders, I would have thought”, he replied wryly. Jessie was hard pressed not to laugh; this was a serious moment, and she had to convey that to him. She bowed her head, trying to arm herself against his humor. Josh saw that brief glimpse Of laughter in Jessie’s eyes before lowering her head, and it made him smile and gloat With male satisfaction. No, she wasn’t immune to him, wasn’t really angry with