Finally A Dream Come True

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is finally happening." was all I could think as she slowly licked up and down my shaft and slowly rolled my balls around with her tongue. "The girl I've dreamt about for decades is sucking my cock!"

I lean my head back moaning as she licks up the base of my dick and then wraps her mouth around the head and sucks my whole length into her mouth to the back of her throat. I close my eyes and I'm taken back almost 20 years, back to the time we became friends in high school.

*****

"DAMN IT, you've got me all wet. You're driving me home!" Amber yells from the bottom of the loading dock. She just tried unsuccessfully to spray me with the sink hose. She ran, but I was right on her heals with a 2 gallon jug of water. As she ran down the steps of the loading dock in the back of the school cafeteria, I dumped my load of water and it nailed her straight on the chest, leaving her completely drenched.

It was only a couple days before Graduation, and it was 10 minutes before the end of class in the last period of the day. I double checked with the teacher that it was okay to leave a few minutes early as Amber had been drenched with water. I neglected to tell her how she became drenched with water. I grabbed my car keys from my locker in the cafeteria as Amber grabbed her purse, and then I led her out to my car. It was nothing to look at, but it was better than walking.

We drove in relative silence the couple blocks to her house. I had driven her home numerous times as she lived not too far from the school and it was on my way home. As I stopped in front of her house I decided it was time to shoot my shot. I knew she had a boyfriend already, but if I was to ever see her after school finished, I needed to ask her for her phone number now.

"Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to go for coffee or catch up after grad." I asked.

"Yeah, I'd love to." she replied.

I fumbled through the glove box of my car for a pen and found an old business card. "Here, can I get your number; I'll give you a call next week?" She scratched her number down on the card and I put the card in my wallet as not to lose it in the mess that was my car.

I waited nearly 2 weeks before calling her, between the Grad ceremony, Prom, and everything else wrapping up at the end of the school year and my job, it was a pretty hectic 2 weeks. I worked driving delivery for a local company that delivered for many different restaurants, pharmacies, florists and others. So I didn't get a lot of free time. But now that school was out, I had plenty of time during the day. We went for coffee. We talked about work, plans for after school. She wanted to overseas to see Europe. She had family in Holland and was going to stay with them and work. I had no immediate plans, I had no idea what I wanted to do post-secondary, so my plan was to just work and see where that took me for the next little while.

We talked for hours; I hadn't even realized that I was already late to sign on for work. I quickly paid the bill for her coffee, my soda and our shared plate of nachos. We head out to my car to get signed on for work, I figured it would be slow and there wouldn't be anything for a while so I'd have time to get her home. We used two-way radios to get dispatched to our pick up locations. I called my car number "12, 10-8." We used codes similar to what police used as our radios weren't encrypted and didn't want our competitors to steal our business.

"12, I need you at 81 right now!" 81 being the code number for KFC this week the dispatcher barked.

"12, 81, 10-4" I responded. "I hope you don't mind a quick detour on your way home?" I asked Amber.

"No, not at all. Actually, if it's okay, I'd like to hang out until later, I don't have anything to do this evening, so I'd just be sitting at home bored as balls." she replied.

Over the next couple months she came out to work with me 3 or 4 times a week. We became better friends than we ever would have at school. We would hang out after work, going out with friends for drinks after work every Saturday night. I was there for her when her relationship with her boyfriend broke down. He blamed me for spending so much time with her, but ultimately she said she ended it because all he wanted to do was play on his damned PlayStation2.

But then the time came and before I knew it, summer was over and she was off to Holland. I never worked up the nerve to tell her I had fallen head-over-heals in love with her. I was utterly heartbroken when she left. It was only 2 months, and we were nothing more than friends, but I was absolutely gutted.

*****

It would be over a year before I'd hear from her again. By now I was working in a car repair shop. Her and her fiance had brought their car in for an oil change. We exchanged numbers and made plans to get together for coffee. We hung out with the group of friend every Saturday night as we had in the past. I had, over the last year and half that she was gone, managed to stuff my feelings for her away. She was still a good friend, but nothing more.

One thing the group of friends made a commitment to; was every year we'd go camping on the second weekend of August, and this year was no different. Amber and her fiance had planned to meet us at the arranged campsite, but at the last moment he got called for work. He was a forestry fire-fighter and a new fire was raging 200km north threatening a community of 2000 people.

It was about 7:00pm the night before we were to leave that I got a call from her, "Hey Rick, it's Amber. Todd got called to the fire in Clearwater; we're not going to be able to make it camping this year." She almost sounded like she was in tears.

"Well, crap. That really sucks," I said. "unless...."

"What?" she asked.

"Would Todd mind if you went without him? I've got plenty of room in my truck for your tent, sleeping bag and stuff. You could come with the rest of us."

"No, he wouldn't mind at all. Thank you." The sound of the disappointment had completely left her.

First thing the next morning I drove over to their house to pick her and her gear up. Todd had already left, but left a pile of their stuff in the garage. "I hope you have a big enough tent. Todd needed to take ours to the fire-camp. But he left me the sleeping bag and inflatable mattress. You don't mind do you?" She asked as she stepped out of the house. She was wearing a short sleeved plaid top that was cut off at the midriff and a pair of really short cut-off jeans.

"Yeah, no, it's no problem at all. I have a large 6-man tent, plenty of room." I responded hoping she hadn't noticed the tent her outfit was causing in my baggy cargo shorts.

We loaded up her stuff and took off; the campsite was about an hour's drive out of town. We talked and listened to some great road-tunes. We were the first to arrive at the site and immediately picked out the best spot. I set up the tent far back from the fire pit and picnic table, next to a small creek. I always slept best next to that creek, the light babbling sound of the water flowing had me out like a light every time.

"SHIT!" I heard Amber proclaim over the sound of the battery powered pump that was humming away filling up my air mattress.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Smell this," she said, passing me her sleeping bag, "I think the neighbors fucking dog pissed on my sleeping bag." As soon as it got within arm's reach, I could smell it. "What the fuck am I supposed to sleep in now?!" she proclaimed.

"I don't know, I have some extra blankets, I'm sure we could fashion a warm enough bed for you with those." I offered.

"Yeah, I guess so." she lamented. I passed my bag of extra blankets and she set a couple out on her air mattress, one as a sheet to go under her and the thicker comforter to go over top of her.

We continued setting up camp as the others arrived and set up their tents. They liked to set up closer to the fire pit, as it was less distance to walk when they were drunk and ready to go to bed. We lit the fire, cooked some burgers and hot dogs over the fire. A small radio played music from the picnic table behind us. We had some good laughs; everyone else had their drinks and got well inebriated. I didn't, I was the groups sober person. I didn't care for the taste of alcohol or its intoxicating effects, just wasn't my thing. I also know my group of friends appreciated that I stayed sober; I always made sure everyone got home safe. To date, none have ever been stopped for drunk driving, something I attribute to my 'sacrifice'.

Amber and I were the last to make our way to bed. She went first to get changed in privacy while I filled a container with water and put out the fire. As I approached I asked if she was finished, "Yes, you may come in." I heard. I knelt and unzipped the tent door, crawled through and slid into my sleeping bag. I slid out of my pants and kicked them to the foot of the bag. They'd still be warm in the morning.

"Goodnight Amber." I whispered.

"G'gooood'niight, R'Rick." I heard her chatter from under the comforter. I didn't think much of it, there was always a bit of a cold bite just as you get in your sleeping bag for the night. But you get toasty warm right away, and I knew the chatters would subside. I laid my head down on my pillow and quickly fell asleep to the sound of the creek.

"Huh!?! What are you doing?" I asked as I heard her unzipping the front of my sleeping bag.

"It's too damn cold out there," she replied, "I'm coming to steal some warmth from you. Those blankets weren't enough."

"Ummm.... Okay..." I stammered; I hadn't quite accumulated the brain power to stop it or figure out a better solution. My back was facing the side wall of the tent, so she slid into the sleeping bag and zipped up the front taking the 'little spoon' position in our cuddle. My right arm was wedged uncomfortably between us and my left was resting on my side. She shuffled down a little and guided my right arm from between us to under her half of the pillow. Then she grabbed my left arm and wrapped it around her torso, just below her chest. We lay there for a moment, making small adjustments to our position to get properly comfortable. She still holding both of my hands in hers, keeping us wrapped in each other's arms. I can hear the sounds of her lightly snoring as she is falling into dreamland.

The memories of the past start wandering through my mind. I think of how often I wanted to tell her how in love with her I was. How I wanted to be with her like this every night. I had wanted her to be my first, hell, I still did. Here I am wrapped up in the arms of the girl I'd dreamt about for years, and I can't, won't, do anything about it. I may have suppressed the feelings I had for her, but I still thought about her a lot while she was gone, and had since she was back. Then she shuffled again, this time she moves our right arms up from in front of us and presses it into her chest. My right hand is now cupping her left breast! OMFG! I've wanted this for so long. She is still making light snoring noises, but I can feel her nipple growing and getting harder under her shirt.

No matter how much peaceful noise the creek is making, there is no chance in hell I'm going to sleep now. Wanting more contact I start sliding my left hand up her torso, it slides easily under the loose fitting pajama top she's wearing. I can feel the soft flesh of the bottom of her right breast on the top of my thumb. I slowly slide my thumb across the soft mound and cup it with my entire hand. I can feel her right nipple getting hard as well. I roll my middle finger over the nub just ever so slightly.

She lets out a small moan, then I hear her moan change to a "Mmhm-mmm." indicating she knows I'm not asleep. Even though she has stopped me from teasing the nipple, she's still holding onto my hands and squeezes her arms tighter into her chest. "This is okay, but that's it." she faintly whispers. We lay there holding each other for another moment before she again shifts ever so slightly to adjust. As she does, she slides her bum down and it rubs my now throbbing hard cock. "Mmmmm... down boy, I'm getting married soon." she whispers again as she grinds her butt against my member. She relaxes her head into her half of the pillow and slowly drifts off to sleep.

I must have laid there in that position for a good hour. Just appreciating holding her breasts in my hands all the while feeling my dick go through half a dozen cycles of flaccid to erect and back wedged tightly against her butt cheeks.

The next morning we awoke, everyone else was already up and had started cooking breakfast. Amber and I got up, made coffee and fried some eggs and bacon on the portable stove. James and Melanie were splitting wood to start a small fire. We sat around and shot the shit for a while before we all started packing up and made our way home.

Two weeks later I would meet Rachel; the woman that would become my wife.

*****

Rachel and I were together for almost 7 years, married for 3 when she came to me with an idea I had never considered. When Rachel and I first got together, I was still a virgin. She took it from me on our first date. 3 months later I moved in with her as a job opportunity came up in the town she lived in. So I moved in with her to save on expenses and help her with her rent, etc. As she knew I had little sexual experience before her, making it to second base a few times before we got together, she told me a couple times that if I met someone and something happened; she wouldn't be upset as long as I told her about it. In fact she actually encouraged me to meet other girls. But I was happy, very happy, with Rachel. We had a great sex-life, we got along great, I absolutely adored her daughter. I had never decided whether I wanted to be a Dad until I met Rachel and her daughter, then there was no question. We even delved into having threesomes and almost got into the full swinger lifestyle. Natasha had been our first threesome, followed by Karissa. We even met a couple, Kenny & Anne, and had talked about full swap swinging, but other than skinny dipping in their pool and in the nearby lake, nothing more ever happened.

So one night, now 7 years later, Rachel asks me if I remembered how she said it would be okay for me to go out with other girls. I did, and asked why. Apparently there was a guy at work that had been hitting on her. She proposed opening our relationship to more than just the odd threesome or skinny-dipping with Kenny and Anne.

I asked if this situation is open both ways, would I be allowed to meet with other girls. She said she never revoked permission for me to do so. She said she'd love to see me meet someone else. So for the next couple years Rachel and I enjoyed having an open marriage. I'd met a few girls and Rachel had met with a few guys, it's not a lifestyle that works for everyone, but it did for us.

So one late fall afternoon, I was working at a jobsite, repairing a computer system at a local supermarket. When I hear a strangely familiar voice from behind me, a voice I'd only heard a handful of times since meeting Rachel.

"Excuse me Mister, don't I even get a hug?" Amber asked sternly from behind me.

"Holy crap, of course you do!" I exclaim as I stand up to give her a hug. "How the hell have you been?" I ask.

"Oh you know, not too bad." She says. We start chatting for a few minutes before the computer chirps that it's ready for the next part of its reconfiguring.

"I better get back to this," I say pointing toward the computer. "But I should get your number, I'd love to catch up with you and Todd, and I'm sure Rachel would as well."

"Well, Todd and I aren't together anymore." She says demurely. "After the second kid, he found a younger blond without the hassle of kids."

"Pecker-head!" I scold him in absentia. "Well, offer is still open, coffee?"

"Definitely." She gives me her number and I send a smiley emoji to give her my number.

A week later we end going for coffee and catching up. Over the next few months we rekindle the old friendship. She ends up coming over to my place every other week or so. We hang out, watch a movie and shoot the shit like the good ol' days.

I tell her about Rachel and our open relationship and the interesting people we've met through that. Amber just can't wrap her mind around it. "I just couldn't, I left Todd because he cheated on me. And you and Rachel cheat on each other, and its okay? I just don't get it!" she says confused.

"We don't see it as cheating because we have permission. And we talk about it with each other. It's a completely open and honest relationship."

"Yeah, well, don't go expecting that with me buddy, not gonna happen." She sternly informs me. "Hey! Do you and Rachel have any plans for New Years?" she lightens up changing the topic on a dime. "I'm not doing anything and my parents said they'd take the kids if I have plans."

"Well, Rachel has to work New Year's Eve at the Casino, but I'm just gonna be home alone if you want to come watch a movie. Bring a few drinks and you can crash in the guest room if you want." I propose.

"That sounds awesome!" she says. "But I gotta get going." She gets up from the couch, grabbing her jacket and heading toward the door. "See ya on New Year's?" she asks as we share a hug beside the open door.

"Can't wait." I replied.

*****

Two weeks later, we're sitting on my couch watching 'That Awkward Moment', a cute rom-com Amber picked out, when my watch beeped. 23:59:01, 23:59:02, 23:59:03 the clock ticks up on proper 24hr Military time.

"One minute to the new year." I tell her, pausing the movie. She leans over and we watch as the clock ticks on... 23:59:32... 23:59:33.

"Ten." we both say as the clock hit 23:59:50.

"Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three."

"Two!" we look at each other.

23:59:59. "One!"

00:00:00. "Happy New Year!" We both yell even though we are inches apart. She throws her arms up as I reach forward and we embrace in a long hug.

We pull back a bit, still holding each other at arm's length. "Happy New Year Amber." I say sincerely looking directly into her eyes.

"Happy New Year Rick". She returns with a quite inebriated smile. Then she leans back in and plants a kiss on my lips. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS! But 'what the heck?!?', I return the kiss. Her lips are soft but slightly sticky from the mixture of her red lipstick and the white wine she's been drinking for the last few hours. Now typically I don't like the taste of alcohol, but when it's on a woman's' lips, it's strangely erotic. We continue kissing for another couple seconds that pass both too quickly yet still feel like a blissful eternity.

She pulls back, bats her eyes, then says "I need a smoke, you?"

"Yup. Sounds good right about now." I reply, getting up off the couch then offering a hand to help her up. We head out to the patio and take our normal seats across the small table from each other, a half full tray of ashes sits in the middle. "You know what, I want to play a song and dance." She suggests.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" I ask as I pull out my phone and connect to the Bluetooth speaker on the table.

"Starseed by Our Lady Peace." She says. I type the name into the Spotify app and start streaming it to the speaker. She stands up and starts swinging her hips, hands in the air dancing like I'd seen many times before when we used to hang out at the local bar with our friends.

She starts dancing toward me, reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me up to dance with her. I am not much of a dancer, I'm told I'm not bad, but I have this vision of myself dancing awkwardly like Carlton Banks or Elaine Benes. Spotify finishes 'Starseed' and decides a slower song would be a good idea for the next dance. Apparently it thinks I have the moves of Carlton as well. But it doesn't want to give me the idea I'm great either and appropriately picks 'Clumsy'. She pulls me in close and we slowly lean back and forth, her arms around my neck, mine around her waist. We continue the slow saunter around the patio quietly holding each other in our embrace.