It's been over 30 years since I've seen Stacy. She was my first serious girlfriend when we were teenagers. A few years ago we found each other online. Since then, we've been chatting back and forth every few weeks. We're both comfortable in the lives we have led since we were together and we haven't made an attempt to see each other. We also live about six hours away from each other so travel would be a little tricky.
A few weeks ago, she confided in me that she'd had a dream about me. After some questioning and teasing, she revealed that it was quite steamy. I tried to get more details from her but she's been fairly silent on the topic. Since she isn't providing details, I thought I'd write a story for her about the two of us meeting up in a dream. Let me know if you think she'd like it. I'd really like to hear from the ladies. How would you feel if an old "flame" wrote this story for you?
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You're hot! You can't sleep. You're lying in bed and your body is covered in a thin, sheen of sweat. The air in your bedroom is stagnant. You toss and turn but you just can't seem to get comfortable. In frustration you crawl out of bed, put on a thin terry-cloth robe and walk out into the kitchen. You grab a prescription bottle from the cabinet, open it up and pour two little sleeping pills into your hand. Normally you don't need them but then again, this isn't a normal night. It's the first real heat wave of the year and the central air has stopped working. The repair man gave you his personal guarantee that you would be his first stop of the morning. You look at the clock on the wall and sigh when you see that it is only 12:01 a.m. It will be more than eight long hours until you can feel relief from this intense, stifling heat.
You close the prescription bottle and put it back into the cabinet. You grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. You stand in front of the open door feeling the cool air licking at your skin, damp with sweat. You put the little pills into your mouth and then drink about half of the water in the bottle. You hold the cool bottle against your forehead and then against your chest. It helps relieve the heat, but only a little. You take another drink and then put the bottle back into the refrigerator. You pause again before closing the door. You loosen the belt of the thin robe, open it up and let the cool air come into full, direct contact, with your naked body. Your nipples get hard as your body chills.
After a few minutes you reluctantly close the refrigerator door and walk back to your bedroom. You take off the robe and let it fall to the floor leaving you completely naked and alone in the dark. You sit down on the edge of the bed and quietly pause for a moment, reflecting. You realize that you're not only tired, but you're exhausted; your feeling disheartened. Your bodies chemistry is changing. You get hot at night and the urges to be with someone, in an intimate way, are sometimes overwhelming. With a sigh, you pull back the sheets and lay down. You don't cover up. You lay alone in the dark, on your back, in the nude. You close your eyes and try to let the problems of the day escape your thoughts. You hope the pills kick in quickly. Sometimes they work really well. Sometimes they don't.
You don't know how long you have been lying there or if you just dozed off and lost track of time, but you feel yourself on the verge of waking up. Your thoughts are a cloudy haze. You know that you're in your bedroom but something feels different. The stifling heat is still there but the way the room "feels", has changed. You suddenly feel something heavy moving up onto the bed. You think it may be one of the dogs. In a panic you desperately try to open your eyes but they don't respond. The mattress sinks at your feet as if someone or something is climbing up onto the bed, quite possibly climbing up on top of you. Whatever it is, it's movements are slow and deliberate. Now you know it's not one of the dogs.
Your mind is in a drug-induced fog. You are still not sure if this is really happening or if it's only just a dream. At first you think you should try to cover your naked body. You try to move your arm to grab the covers but the heavy object is now almost completely upon you and on top of the covers. You give up. You try to convince yourself that the possibility someone has gotten into your home, isn't really happening. As you ponder this thought, you feel the weight continue to move further up the bed; further up your body. It is now on both sides of your body. You feel as if "it" is straddling you. You try to shout or scream but not a sound comes out of your mouth. You feel so vulnerable. You're angry at the air conditioner, you're angry at the stifling heat and you're upset with yourself that you felt you needed the sleeping pills. You desperately want this nightmare to end.
You concentrate really hard and capitalize on a brief moment of lucid clarity when you open your eyes. It takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dark room and the closeness of the intruder, when you see the brilliant blue eyes of the young, nineteen year-old boy that you helped become a man so many years ago. Your heartbeat quickens and you inhale sharply. The panic and fear leave your body as you slowly exhale. The young man is on his hands and knees straddling your body. His face is in front of yours. Your noses are touching. You can feel his hot, moist breath on your lips.
You gaze into those blue eyes and memories from over thirty years ago come crashing down upon you. Your body begins to respond to the overwhelming emotion of past love. You remember the first time that you got to stare into these familiar blue eyes. At that time your intuition told you that those eyes were anxious and nervous at the same time. They wanted so much from you but they were afraid of hurting you; of going too far or of maybe even pushing you away. They were filled with the excitement of the potential "first" sexual exploration; desperately hoping for the certainty of the once in a lifetime event.
As you gaze into those eyes, you see that they are not as bright as you fondly recall. The color is somewhat faded but you can still see the same excitement. This time though, you also see confidence, passion and desire.
While looking into those blue eyes, you hope that they are looking back at you and remembering what it felt like to look into your deep, dark brown eyes for the first time. You hope they are still seeing an excited young woman, happy and content with the boy who you hoped would soon be sharing your bed. You're hoping he can still see how much you really want to be with him; how much you wanted him to be your very first.
Now, you are wanting him to kiss you. You're wanting to feel a gentle kiss on your lips but you also want him to make sweet, tender love to you. In that same instant you are also wanting him to take you, to pursue you and pounce upon you like a predator. You want him to possess you. You want to give yourself to him like you did so many years ago. You both know so much more now than you did when you were younger. After so many years apart, you will both know what you want and you will both know what the other person wants and you know you're not going to stop until your desires are fully satisfied.
As you are looking into his eyes, you become more aware of his body, straddling yours. Your naked skin feels an intense heat emanating from his mass. Wherever he is touching you, you're tingling. He is on his hands and knees, his torso hovering over yours. The weight of his upper body is held up by his hands as they press the mattress down near your shoulders. You feel the weight of his lower body as his knees press the mattress down in the space beside your legs. You feel a slight brush against your soft inner thigh. It tickles. You look down between your bodies, looking for the source of the tickle and you see that I'm completely naked. You look even closer and see a very hard shaft protruding from between my legs. It is touching your inner thigh. You can feel the intense heat emanating from my body.
You fondly remember how good it felt to hold that hard, stiff, shaft in your delicate hand; to stroke it gently and quickly. You recall how deep and heavy my breathing would become when you would wrap your small hand around it and stroke it. You remember me panting with adolescent excitement as we experimented in that small, one bedroom apartment. You remember that the small twin bed was just big enough to hold the two of us, which was fine because we were so close. We didn't want to be separated from each other and (you smile to yourself) because you found out then that you really liked being on top.
You fondly recall how my cock would swell and how powerful you felt when I would let myself go in your hand; releasing so much pent-up energy and passion in just a few brief minutes. My innocence and inexperience would allow you to sometimes set me off at the very touch of your hand or by not even touching me but simply capturing and engaging me in a long, deep, passionate kiss from your sweet young lips. You smile and remember that you were the first to show me so many good things.
You look back up into those blue eyes and in the next instant, you feel my body descend upon yours; the weight pressing down upon you not in a crushing or smothering way but in a comfortable, secure way. It feels good. It feels familiar. It feels deliciously intimate.
You inhale deeply as you feel my lips press against yours. You hold your breath for a moment and then exhale slowly through your nose. Your excitement is building. For years you thought that you would never again feel this body or taste these lips. But here I am, with you, in your bed. You're not going to let this opportunity get away from you. You open your mouth slightly and you feel my tongue slip past your lips and into your mouth. You return the gesture by pushing your tongue into my mouth. You hear me moan as our tongues, our hands and our naked, sweaty bodies get reacquainted.
As we continue to kiss, you wrap your arms around my body and pull me tight against you. The heat from my skin pressing against your body is only matched by the intense heat that you feel burning between your legs. You wrap those sexy legs around mine as you dig your heels into the back of my legs. You moan slightly when you feel my coarse chest hair rub against your sensitive and excited nipples. You are still unsure if this is a dream or if it's real but you know that you don't want it to end.
A split second later you feel me break away from the kiss. Immediately, you feel like a bubble has burst. Maybe this dream is coming to an end.
