He grabbed my face between his two large hands as he thrust deep into me. So deep, hard. My eyes drifted closed as he moved inside me.
“No, don’t close your eyes,” he growled his hot breath on my face. “I want to see your eyes.”
My eyes opened at his command. My dark brown eyes stared into his clear blue ones. My back was against the wall; my legs wrapped around his waist. His weight and the wall were all that kept my limb body from dropping to the floor. I had already climaxed and yet he kept plunging into me. My inner walls gripped him tightly.
“Please,” I begged. “Oh, God, please,” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, but I knew the pleasure was surely too much for a mere human.
“More,” he said pressing his body tight against mine. My breasts against his smooth chest; both of us were dripping with sweat. “Take more,” he said as he let go of my face and lifted my hips sliding deeper into me.
I was so close to another orgasm, so close, panting I began to move frantically against him. So very close now.
“Anna, get your ass out of bed and down here,” my roommate’s voice penetrated through the haze of slumber and lust.
Opening my eyes slowly, I looked around. I was indeed in my own house, in my own bedroom, and alone not up against a wall being fucked by a stranger with beautiful eyes. It was the third night in a row that the same dream had haunted my sleeping hours. Every time I woke up with my pillow hugged tightly to me my legs wrapped around it, my breasts aching, my nipples hard, and my pussy wet and throbbing with need. It seemed my subconscious was trying to let me know I should give up my self-imposed celibacy. With a shake of my head, I stood up from the bed my body still flushed from the dream. I showered and changed quickly before heading down the stairs.
My roommate was waiting at the door. She was dressed in her Sunday best although it was Saturday. She looked me up and down in disgust.
I looked down at my jeans and t-shirt, “What?”
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
“Forgot what?” It was obvious that I had.
“We’re supposed to have lunch with my family. Remember? My cousin Joshua finally got his doctorate so we’re having a family afternoon to celebrate.” Jennifer explained clearly annoyed.
“I forgot Jen. Why don’t you go on ahead? Apologize to your family for me, and I’ll join you all after lunch.”
Jennifer nodded before leaving me alone in the house we had shared since college graduation. Jennifer had been my best friend since our freshman year when we were stuck together as roommates. Her family had sort of adopted me somewhere during our college days, so I was always invited and expected to attend all family gatherings including a celebration for a cousin I had never met. I sat down on the sofa looking around the living room. It was small, but very comfortable like the rest of the house. Straight out of college Jen and I had agreed that we had had enough of apartment living, the small house was all we could afford at the time. Now, almost five years later the house was ours, and it suited our needs perfectly.
Sighing heavily, I rose to my feet and made my way back upstairs to change. I put on the only dress in my closet. I now knew better than to show up at a Lander family event in anything other than a dress or skirt. The dress was black, fell to right above my knees, and had quarter inch wide straps at the shoulders. It hugged my curves showing off the body that had taken me countless hours in the gym and the refusal of hundreds of desserts to acquire. I let my shoulder length dark brown hair loose, and decided against putting on any make-up. I slipped my feet into high heeled sandals, and left the house more than an hour after Jennifer.
When I entered the Lander household, I was immediately engulfed by warm and the familiarity of Mrs. Lander’s disappointment at my tardiness.
I walked up to her and kissed her cheek, “I’m sorry I’m late. I overslept.”
“Hmmph, that’s the story of your life, Anna. I really don’t know how you manage to get to work on time everyday.”
“Three different alarm clocks,” I smiled as I moved toward the stove peering under lids and into empty pots.
“Did you think I would save you any food after you walk in an hour late?”
“I was hoping. Did I miss dessert, too?” I asked a bit sadly. Mrs. Lander made a killer cheesecake good enough for me to break my diet.
With a shake of the head, Mrs. Lander opened the fridge and handed me a slice of cheesecake covered in strawberries. I took it from her and placed another kiss on her cheek.
“Why don’t you go outside and eat that on the back porch?” She asked as I closed my eyes in pleasure at the first bite. “All the young people are out there.”
I nodded unable to speak with my mouth full as I walked out the back door. I sat at the round table and kicked Jen under the table to get her attention; she was in deep conversation with her younger sister. She looked up and smiled.
“Finally,” she said. “I was beginning to doubt you would show up.”
“I thought of blowing it off but then I closed my eyes and saw your mother’s face and your father’s finger waving in my face telling me how ungrateful I was.”
“They would never say that.”
“I know. In my mind the voices belonged to my parents. Since that is exactly what they say at every opportunity.”
Jennifer nodded, in all the years of our friendship she had only met my family once, and the impression had not been a good one.
“I’m glad you did decide to show up,” said Amy, Jennifer’s equally blonde, equally beautiful younger sister. “You get to meet Joshua. Jen was telling me that the two of you had never met. It seems rather impossible.”
“Yeah, we kept missing each other. So, where is this paragon of all that’s good and holy?”
Both Jen and Amy turned their attention toward the football game being played in their backyard.
“He’s the quarterback,” Amy said.
“The one without the shirt,” Jennifer qualified.
My eyes sought out who they were talking about and my mouth went dry. It had nothing to do with the half eaten cheesecake still on my plate. From this distance, Joshua looked good enough to replace the tasty dessert. His hair was blonde; it looked darker than his cousins’ but that might have been because of the sweat that ran down the sides of his face. His face was lean with high cheekbones like a Greek sculpture. He was trim, his shoulders broad, and his muscles well defined. As I stared at him, he looked up, the sides of his mouth lifting in a smile. My own lifted in response. With a quiet word to those around him, he started walking toward the table.
I slipped my gaze away from him and down to my cheesecake as he approached. I looked up and saw him greetings his cousins before turning toward me his hand out for a shake. “I finally get the pleasure,” he said.
I placed my hand in his, “Yeah,” was all I could manage. I moved my eyes up to his face, and was glad I was sitting. His eyes were the clear blue of my dreams. They were the eyes in my dreams glinting with humor and just a touch of danger. I removed my hand from his and tried desperately to control my breathing. In my mind I kept see his eyes as his body pressed into mine. I could hear his voice as he talked to his cousins; the same voice as my dream. Laughter drifted through the haze.
“Don’t you have to go back to the game?” I asked. My voice unsteady it sound out of use; I wondered if anyone else noticed.
Joshua turned those eyes back to me, “Nah, they can finish the game without me.”
