Dream Come True Ch 01

I fell asleep, as always, imagining your head next to mine on the pillow, your arm wrapped around my waste, your warmth enveloping me. I imagined so vividly the soft breeze of your breath on my neck, your skin along the length of my body.

I woke my body trembling, another dream of you. I opened my eyes squinting at the sun streaming through the closed blinds, bright blue eyes never get accustomed to the sun. I turned over and there you were. I laughed. "Heya" you said, totally calm.

I hadn't dreamt it. I remembered the drive here and seeing you. Then I remembered how exhausted I was when I finally got here. I loved you more than ever for letting me sleep. "Good mornin', Darlin'" I said, running my hand down your arm, my voice heavy with sleep.

You looked down at me, resting on an elbow, grinning. "Yeah I know, the southern thing gets worse first thing in the morning," I said, stretching.

You moved your hand for it to rest on my stomach, the touch of you on my bear skin made me shiver, and you leaned and whispered, "I love the southern thing."

I giggled, for the love of God, I giggled. I built my life on being tough and with five words I was giggling. You leaned in to nuzzle my neck, "okay, he's worth the giggle" I told myself, snuggling against your body.

"It's okay to giggle, you are a girl after all," you said, totally nonchalant, as if you hadn't just read my mind.

"And it's okay for you not to be insightful, you are a guy after all," I said, closing my eyes and just enjoying the closeness.

"Touché" you said, and I could feel your gaze on my body, the sheet slipped down almost to my nipples, my first instinct was to pull it up, but then again it seemed so natural to be comfortable with you, even completely nude. The funny thing is I'm not even comfortable around myself completely nude.

I felt you staring my breasts and I opened my eyes just in time to see your tongue dart out to wet your lips, muscles low in my abdomen tightened, as did my nipples. You looked up to my face and said with a mischievous grin, "If you plan on getting out of bed in the next few hours, you'd better do it now."

I looked at you and then slid out of bed, taking the sheet, but not the comforter with me. For the life of me I couldn't remember what you came to bed wearing last night... or more specifically what you hadn't. The look on your face as I stood by the bed was that of pure shock.

"I'll be back in less than fifteen minutes you can time me," I said, and quickly grabbed my bag and stepped in to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and tried to decide between squealing for joy like a school girl, or trying to find a quick exit out the window. Instead I leaned back against the wall in the small bathroom and looked at myself. I was in your house, in your bathroom, finally after a year of talking and dreaming and wanting, I was here, and I was scared to death, but I was even more excited. I grinned at myself and turned to start the shower, as the water warmed up I started through my bag, I pulled out the sexy lingerie, I had had all intentions of wearing the night before, never imagining how tired I'd be after the drive, and then my lavender and tea tree oil soap, that I never traveled without, and the rest of my toiletries. I never thought I was a high maintenance girl until I took up all the counter space in less than two minutes.

The shower had warmed and I stepped in, letting the hot water cascade over my body. I started to shampoo my hair and as the lather built I massage my scalp freeing some of the stress in my shoulders. When I stepped under the spray to rinse my hair I couldn't help but moan as the last of my tension slipped away. I continued to "mmmmm" and purr and sigh as I soaped up and rinsed my body.

It wasn't until I had stepped out of the shower and was toweling of that I realized what that must have sounded like and I couldn't help but laugh.

I stood in front of the mirror studying myself but quickly shook my head and looked away know if I analyzed my body I would lose my nerve and I needed to be with you so bad. I blew dry my hair quickly, nothing special just straight down a bit past my shoulders. I didn't want to put make-up on or do anything intricate with my hair I wanted to be me, just the best version of the real me, for you.

I slipped on a pair of red lacy panties and a matching red lace bra. I grinned, liking the way I looked for a moment. I slipped the sheer red nightie over me, which seemed silly first thing in the morning, but I didn't care as long as you thought I looked sexy. Lastly I slipped on my blue silk kimono robe and took a deep breathe. As I was about to open the door I heard your warning of "thirteen minutes."

I started laughing and couldn't seem to stop, I was leaned against the wall holding my stomach when I heard the door handle turn. I held it and put all my weight against the door. "I still have two minutes, Mister," I said, as seriously as possible.

I heard your sigh as you walked back cross the room and the creak of the bed as you lay back and took another deep breath.