I (also) had a dream
My dream was in some ways very similar to A___’s in that I was in charge of her and there was another woman, different in that there was also another man. As she mentioned, we were with a couple in a hot tub near a glass apartment. But that part came later.
It was a bit nebulous in its development in my head, and like a lot of dreams, I remember some of it from sleeping and some of it unfolded in my head as I was waking up. It was also one of those rare, magnificent choose your own adventure dreams: you can steer and rejoin if something happens to interrupt it (the alarm). It was a nice one. I remember when I woke up that I wanted to be inside A___, fucking her slowly and telling her about my dream. That was as close as I could get her to being there with me (for now)
What I remember most is that we were in an apartment that had a lot of windows, which in itself is really not significant. We were lounging on a couch drinking whiskey and looking out at the ocean. A scene that could very well be us, but as I think about it now, It was a couch we would never own in a space we could never afford, so perhaps this was someone else’s place. Anyway. We weren’t alone: There were two similarly built people with us.
I remember the act of conversing without remembering the words. I could feel A___ close beside me and the fire from an openening where a window should be warming the breeze that blew in from the ocean to where we were. There were blankets casually falling over our laps. The man and the woman were sitting with us on the couch. Close enough so that everyone’s legs and arms were touching each other easily. It was one of those smallish sectional couches with an ottoman in the middle to make it almost a bed on which the four of us relaxed. We were clothed and the actions weren’t sexual in nature at all. They were simply intimate. But hands were beginning to move freely between everyone as we talked and laughed and sipped our whiskey and watched the sun set over the ocean.
The evening progressed in this manner: As someone would get up for water or refills of scotch or whatever they would rejoin the couch in a different position as everyone would move slightly to fill in gaps. If someone was rubbing a knee or stroking a thigh that moved, they simply started the same thing on the knee or thigh of the person that took its place. Reclining heads moved to different shoulders and wandering hands moved to different laps. I remember too that it didn’t matter who as conversation was king: A___ was laughing and resting her head on my shoulder while the man rubbed my thigh, then A___ and the other woman were cuddling while her feet were in my lap and his hand was on A___’s stomach…
I remember that conversation went in waves, as conversation will do, with highs and lulls. At first the lulls were the natural lulls that happen anywhere. Lulls where every takes a sip of something at once and thinks their own thoughts before things resume.
But as the light wore down and reflections of flame started to appear things began to change. And it’s really not that things felt different at all — simply more intense. An evening of sitting and talking and touching and sipping whiskey had begun to sink in. Conversation continued as did the dance of hands and the changing of places, but hands lingered longer and wandered further, rested heads on shoulders left lips closer to necks, breaths became deeper and eyes closed for longer. The lulls in conversation grew until after a while there was no more.
Things hadn’t changed otherwise, except that everyone seemed poised to melt into each other at any moment. Hands moved, but aside from the rustle of cloth, there was no noticeable sound.
A moan became the tipping point: After a while there was an intake of breath from someone… and it wouldn’t have mattered who even if I remember. Everyone stopped breathing until there was a sound of repressed release and all of a sudden hands that lingered along hem lines disappeared, lips that hovered over ears and necks landed, and things erupted in a melting of pent up longing. A days worth of touching came to a head in an almost violent mash of touching and kissing and hands roaming where hands could reach. Everyone was breathing really heavily in between kisses and it didn’t matter who was doing what to whom, as long as everyone was getting some sort of beginning to a release.
I remember that we would move around our couch-as-bed in waves, ganging up on A____ long enough to collectively remove an article of clothing, then drag her with us as we relieved someone else from their pants. On and on it went until we were all somewhat naked and at a point where something else had to happen.
“We should move”
The tension that was building broke.
“You guys wanna use the hot tub… It’s cold out but would feel good.”
Ok…
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