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|Dreamlover (standard:mystery, 2446 words)|
|Author: DREAMERJJ||Added: May 09 2002||Views/Reads: 2048/1348||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Story of a girl who has a ghost as a visitor but only thinks that it is a dream.....|
Chapter 1 The fire cracked softly and lit up the room in a golden glow. The warm air felt good on my skin. I was sleeping lightly as I felt his presence near me . His breath was sweet and hot on my neck, his lips tender. His fingers gently caressed my shoulder and traced their way along the curve of my ribs to my hips. No words were spoken, yet, I knew who it was that was entering my dreams. He had been there before and was I expecting him again although I never knew when he would arrive. You see, he is my dream lover, the perfect man, my soul mate. Our skin touches and melts together, his caress ever so gentle, our bodies intertwine in a lovers embrace, his pulsating shaft enters me and I gasp in my sleep, the dream is so real . I feel myself giving and accepting all the he can give. The temperature in the rooms seems to rise as I perspire freely, I feel his skin against my body and begin to believe that it must be really happening. My orgasm wracks my body and leaves me breathless, my heart beating at a tremendous speed. I am helpless and find it hard to separate the dream from reality. His muscles are firm and glisten with moisture, he takes me in his arms and holds me close. I cling to him with my legs wrapped around his. His thrusts becoming more intense, his muscles stiffen as he explodes inside of me, calling out my name in his finale thrust! I open my eyes and find myself wet with the resent dream and wonder again if it was real or not ? I lay there quietly and try to understand what was happening to me. Was it just a dream ? Was it possible that someone was really there and had slipped away before I awoke ? Was I so lonely that I would dream of a lover who was the perfect man for me ? Was I that pathetic? As I was thinking these things over I pulled the cover over myself and drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep. The embers burned low in the fire place.. I was mad at myself as soon as I heard doorbell ringing.. I knew that I was late and Cheryl was at the door wondering why I was not ready to go to work ... Cheryl picked me up every day at 8:00 am and this was the second time this week that I was late . We both worked at a local group home in our small town and we car pooled with each other. I opened the door to let her in and told her to poor the coffee and I would be ready right away. As I was having a quick shower she peeked in the door and asked me if everything was ok ? " "Yes" I replied, but I knew that would not stop the inquiries that easily, she knew me to well ! "You Look rough , where you out last night to the bar ? " She asked. "No, not at all" I said, I just didn't get much sleep last night, just restless I guess. "Oh I see , well you had better get a move on or we will be late again" "Ok "I said "I'll be right there ".. "You need to take something, if you are not sleeping well at night, have you called the Doc. Yet ? She asked? "No!, I'll be ok , I don't need to see no doctor ! " Ok then!, I was just worried about you, that's all ! Cheryl had my coffee ready for me and I grabbed a sip as I was getting dressed. Cheryl and I had known each other since we were in kindergarden. She was was in tune to how I was feeling and what I was thinking . I had to really put on a show that everything was ok so that she would back off with the questions, and I thought that I was doing a pretty good job. We got out the door and headed to work in her new grand am. I avoided her inquiring looks and tried to steer the conversation away from my personal life. We arrived at work, just as the last shift was getting ready to leave. We shrugged off a few dirty looks from them and set out to do our tasks for the day. The group home that we worked in was bright and cherry with lots to do, this helped me to take my mind off my weird dreams. A quarrel broke out amongst the women in the house and it took both of us to separate them! One of the ladies wanted the other ladies magazine and tried to grab it from her. Finally things settled down with the women shaking each others hands and agreeing to share the magazine. The rest of the day went quickly with little time for Cheryl to ask me more questions about why I had not slept well. The drive home though was another story. "So tell me why you are not sleeping well ?" Cheryl asked as she started the engine. I looked at her and said " You are not going to leave this alone are you?" "No", she said, with a small laugh. "Well I really don't want to talk about it right now ok ? Just some weird dreams that's all.", (at the same time I wondered to myself if they really where dreams ? ) Well you know that I am here for you, if you need to talk ! Thanks Cheryl, I am glad that you are such a good friend, I will tell you about it sometime, just not now .... The rest of the ride home we talked about what we would be doing on friday night, weather or not Click here to read the rest of this story (107 more lines)
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