Nothing else was being said, nothing else was going on – no other dreams, no talk, no gestures - and still everything seemed different. I struggled to forget that sexual dream. I tried very hard to get the image of his naked body out of my mind. I made deals with myself that I would not look at anything else but Michael’s head; I became ridiculous in trying to get him out of my head – and heart. What had happened? Did one single dream make me realize that Michael was a very attractive man after living with him for three whole years? I was at a loss, did not know what to do. All I knew was that ever since that dream I was nervous around him; that just the thought of his body excited me, and that I grew increasingly jealous whenever Melissa was around.
My good friend Tracy, of course, did not think that I was on the road to madness. She repeatedly told me that it was just normal to be attracted to my house mate and that she had always thought there was something wrong with me all these years since I always seemed to treat him like an object and not a gorgeous guy. She reminded me of all those times when we had gone out together and all those women had stared at him, wanting to get his attention somehow. Only I, she said, would not acknowledge his attractiveness and charm.
So here I was, still working towards that one week of vacation in July, and as I made my way home that mid June night, I realized all of the sudden that I had not told Michael about the one week at all – and it was only 12 days away now. Oh well, I thought, shrugging my shoulders as I stopped at the gas station to get a soda. If he had to work that week, I would just take Briana camping with us. After getting what I wanted and paying for the soda, I walked out and looked up into the starry night. The cars zoomed by but not as fast as in the city, and I felt my body relax a little after a busy day at work. And then, as I got back into the car to drive the last two minutes to my home, I thought of how nice it would be to have a man in my life. I was lonely and wanted someone to love - and be loved. My sudden attraction to Michael probably did not have anything to do with him – I was just lonely. In fact, I thought, Michael was just the wrong guy at the right time.
Reassured, I stepped out of the car and walked into the house. Danny was in bed but Briana and Michael were sitting in front of the TV. We talked for a minute or two, and on my way into the kitchen I said ‘Oh hey, Mike, I forgot to tell you that I have a week of vacation coming up in a little less than two weeks.’ There was silence for a while but when I walked back into the living room with a sandwich in my hand, I had made up my mind. ‘I want to go camping up in Maine, and Briana is welcome to come with us if she wants.’ Briana was more excited than I had anticipated. I was pleasantly surprised. But then Michael took me aback. ‘It looks like we have the same week off, then,’ he said plainly, still looking at the TV. ‘Well, then I can still take Briana while you and Melissa go on a vacation,’ I offered. But he shook his head. ‘I have a better idea: Why don’t we all go camping together? – just the four of us.’ I did not know what to say. While Briana was very excited, I just felt like yelling at him. He had sat back on the sofa and he was so damn sure of himself. I wanted to wipe that smile off his face. ‘No, I do not want to spend a week with you,’ I wanted to say but I bit my tongue. Instead, I just walked up the stairs, saying ‘We’ll see.’
This time, he kissed me. First I felt only his lips on my mouth, then his tongue teasing my upper lip until I opened my lips slightly and let my tongue come in contact with his. I tried to wrap my arms around his neck to pull him on top of me, but he held on to my wrists and kept my arms raised over my head on the sheets. Except for his hands on my arms, I only felt his tongue exploring my mouth, and it took a while to realize that it was me moaning on his lips. I wanted to touch him, wanted to pull him to me, wanted to feel him on me, inside of me.
I panted as he shifted on the bed and his bare chest came in contact with my naked skin. Placing one knee between my thighs, he laid down on top of me, still supporting most of his weight with one elbow. I moved underneath him, trying to get closer, trying to get a better feeling of his thigh rubbing against my pussy. ‘Don’t tease me, baby,’ I said, trying to free my hands. He actually let go of my wrists, then, but let the palms of his hands slide down the inside of my arms, still holding them down. He moved lower, his hands sliding down further, parting my thighs more as his tongue reached my belly button.
It was impossible to lay still. I desperately tried to hold on to something but could not find anything. His tongue left long trails on my skin all the way down to my trimmed pussy. His moan came from deep inside as his fingers parted my pussy lips, and when he lapped at my pussy and closed his lips around my clit to suck on it gently, my fingers dove into his hair and pulled his face right into my pussy.
The knock on the door startled me. ‘What?’ I asked loudly, still not sure where I was. ‘Did I wake you?’ came Michael’s voice from the door as he opened it a bit to peek into my room. ‘The light was on so I thought I step in for a little talk before I go to work.’ I looked at him as he came in and closed the door behind him. Why did he have to wear these old tight shirts and pants around the house? Didn’t he know it drove women crazy?