Chapter 2 - Dreamcatcher
"...look into the fire, into the sky, into the theater of their own minds and ride upon the wings of their imaginations to far away lands in their dreams . . . remember a song or a story . . . people who lived in these far away lands . . . were the dreamcatchers."
- Craig Chaquico
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Rachel walked along the tree-lined beach, stopping to pull on her dress and panties before heading back onto the road. The saltwater had left its gritty traces everywhere, but she loved the stickiness she felt between her thighs.
"Need a shower," talking to her self, entering her house.
Heading to the kitchen, she poured a glass of wine before heading upstairs to her relaxing shower.
The water was hot and steamy as she let it flow over her head. The hot liquid tracing her soft flesh where Derek's kisses had just been. Lathering her sponge, Rachel sponged over her breasts, her nipples becoming hard again, thinking of Derek's lips and fingertips touching her. The flat of her soapy palm caressed her body as she moved her hand lower. Rachel's clit aching for his touch, but she had to be satisfied rolling it between her fingers and nails. Her vaginal juices and traces of his semen mixed with the soapy water. Rachel leaned against the wall of the shower, her mind wandering back to the beach.
She thought of his cock thrusting deep. Her own fingers pushed deeper-βhis fingers.β Rachel pulled at her nipples with her other hand, her body quivering remembering how his mouth drew her nipples between his lips and teeth. Oh, I want more of him, she thought, her vagina pulsing around her fingers, quickening their masturbating pace. Her body began to shake as a quick orgasm cascaded, leaving her feeling half sated, aching for more.
Steadying her back against the wall, Rachel let the water wash off the last traces of Derek. Finished with her shower, she grabbed the fluffy towel from the hook and briskly dried off. Her hair tossed about was no longer dripping as she walked naked around her bedroom, lighting candles. She opened the sliding door to the upper deck and enjoyed the scent of the ocean that mingled with the scent of the candles. Rachel picked up her glass of wine before she went out onto the deck to sit and enjoy the quietness and gentle ocean breeze on her skin.
Quietly sipping a bit of wine, she leaned back on the pillowed-lounge chair and deeply inhaled the crisp scent of the ocean air. "Oh yesss, this is nice," thinking aloud to herself. The only sounds were the waves gently crashing on the shore and the beach party in the distance. Taking one last sip of wine, Rachel put down her goblet and snuggled back onto her lounge chair. She dozed off into a light sleep.
A short time later, her dreamy silence was broken by low voices below her. "Oh, baby, I'm more than ready for you tonight," the deep sound of Derek's voice followed by Theo's giggles as they walked up to the door below her.
Rachel eyes flew open, seething. She wanted more of Derek, but Theo was going to get to enjoy his caresses. Jealous, Rachel rose, grabbed her glass of wine, and went bounding back to her room, turned on the stereo, and cranked up the volume to some hot Latin tunes. Rachel tossed her head back, drained her glass and grabbed her robe. She popped the stereo off then headed down to the kitchen for a refill.
Bouncing down the stairs, Rachel's robe opened up with each step. Theo met her at the landing and gave her a surprised look before getting nasty.
"I didn't think you were up until that crap you listen to came blaring down the stairs. And maybe you should consider closing up!" Theo squeaked, pointing to Rachel's open attire.
"What, no more studs to play with on the dance floor?" Rachel's tone dripped venom as she pulled her robe and belt back in place. She was not in the mood for Theo, no longer caring if Derek heard the bitching at his girlfriend.
"You're just jealous because no one asked you to dance," Theo shot back, sarcasm oozing in her voice.
"Hey, hey, ladies. Why don't we all just calm down? We'll have a little smoke and join Rachel in a glass of wine" Derek tried sooth, suddenly stepping between them to defuse the brewing catfight. Pulling Theo closer, he whispered, "Let's not ruin the mood, sweetheart. Now, why don't you go change like you were going too while I roll one," sending Theo off in the direction of her bedroom with an encouraging pat on her ass.
"Whatever," Rachel quipped, waving them off, heading into the kitchen for more wine. She grabbed a bottle, thinking, this isn't over by a long shot, Theo. Rachel's thoughts were getting devious. Gathering more glasses, she headed back into the living room. Theo was already back, snuggling next to Derek.
Well, what do you know? Miss Stingy Bitch is actually going to share, Rachel thought, flopping down into the chair near Derek to watch him finish rolling a fat joint.