AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first chapter of a long semi-autobiographical tale about my search for sexual identity. Since some of the characters are real people, I've changed all the names to protect the innocent. And while you might be tempted to look for vacation rentals on Vecino Beach (see chapters 3 and 6), don't bother. I made it up as a convenient stand-in for several different places around Florida.
You may notice that the chapters are written from different points of view and/or in different tones. The chapters developed their own moods, so I let the story tell me how to write each one. I hope that you find this more helpful than distracting, and that you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Chapter I: The Dream
They had just made love, him laying on top still inside her, their bodies damp and warm, their bare skin flush together. It was the time when they felt closest; when all walls were breached, all windows opened, all lines between self and other blurred; two clouds nudged together by a summer breeze. This was the moment in which their deepest feelings and longings felt safe to come out in the shelter of their joined bodies. She cherished this feeling almost as much as the act of love itself.
Today was not unusual. She had arrived at her apartment from work to find him waiting right inside her front door. A trail of discarded clothing marked their path down the hallway to her bedroom where they fell together, a wild, desperate tangle of young, lusty flesh. They had made love like lovers separated for months instead of hours and now floated in the magical afterglow.
Sherry enjoyed Kyle's weight on her body, his smooth chest on her breasts, his slim, muscular stomach resting on her pelvic bone, his hips pushing her thighs apart, his once-hard shaft slowly shrinking inside her. They kissed slowly, and as they cooled together, he laid his head beside hers, his chin on her shoulder. Without even thinking, she started to whisper in his ear.
"Babe, I had the most interesting dream last night."
"What was it about?" he answered absently.
"You remember Trish, the new receptionist at work I mentioned?"
"The hot young thing who was hired because your boss is a 'horny old man'?" he asked, repeating her words from the previous week.
"That's the one. I dreamed that I was at work and looked down and she had crawled under my desk."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. I just saw her face with a big grin looking up at me from the dark down there. She put her hands over her lips so I would 'shhh' then started rubbing my calves. Pretty soon, her hands had worked their way up to the hem of my skirt."
"Yeah?" replied Kyle. She knew she had piqued his interest because she could feel his heart begin to pitter-patter again, his chest pressed against her.
"Yeah," she whispered. "She slowly lifted my skirt up to my knees, all the time smiling at me. I didn't react at all, just kept typing at the computer like nothing was happening."
Sherry felt Kyle's cock twitch inside her and the embers of her desire began to glow again as well. She had just wanted to share her dream but was obviously arousing them both. She went on, speaking a little louder now.
"She kissed my left knee, then my right knee, then pulled my skirt up farther up my thighs. And the weird thing is, I didn't try to stop her. I even lifted my butt off the chair so she could free my skirt from beneath me. I still kept quiet when she had it up to my waist. But I kept my knees together because I was a little embarrassed."
"Why?"
"Well, I must have dressed in a hurry that dream morning because I wasn't wearing anything underneath."
"Nothing?"
