It was morning before I knew it and awakened again with a headache but was also very sexually aroused. I felt the bed beside me hoping Chad was still there, wanting to fuck him. Finding no one there, I let my fingers do their duty in my aroused slickness. I remembered the dream clearly and knowing the dreams most likely remembered are those just before one awakens, knew this had been just a dream. There was no one with me during the night nor this morning, as the bed beside me was empty and cold. Then I remembered Chad was still at his parents and that in its self assured me that I had been alone and it had been a dream.
What a dream I thought to myself as I slowly rose and walked to the bathroom to pee and shower. God my head hurt. I grabbed the aspirin and swallowed two before stepping into the shower. I turned on the hot water and let it cascade over me, letting my mind go blank, never thinking to check to see if the night had been real and the dream not a dream. I stood under the spray and soaped up and rinsed several times, washing my hair and finally had to turn off the water and step out after the hot water cooled. Glancing at the clock as I was drying, I discovered I had time to make it to church for late morning Mass if I hurried.
I quickly dressed thinking of Chad and what I had accused him of in my own mind, which was he had set me up with his dad. How stupid of me to think that. I knew now that the soreness and bruises had to be from the club and the guy that had taken advantage of me while I was pretty much out of it. There had been no guy with me; no one had taken me during the night. It had all been a dream. I had left the club with Amber and Kathy who took care of me by putting me to bed. I had been very turned on and horny and probably dreamed of being taken and in fact had probably fingered myself several times during my sleep which would explain the wet spot and my slickness. It had happened before and again last night. The musky smell was just my own body and raging hormones. I might even have a little yeast infection starting although there was no itching as of yet or really smelly discharge. I shrugged it off thinking I probably need to pick up something for it if that was the case.
I headed out the door, jumped into my car and drove to church. My headache I discovered was gone and I felt really good although a little tired. I was late and sat in the back pew through the sermon. It was kind of boring, like all Catholic services although this church did have a live musical group that played pretty darn good. When communion started, I decided not to join in. It just didn't feel right and I sat back thinking I should go to confession instead. That didn't seem right either. I smiled at the thought of what I would have said to the priest, describing my sins, my dreams. I could just picture in my mind what it would do to him. No, no confession today.
My mind wandered through the rest of the mass and I quickly discovered people were getting up and leaving. That distracted my thoughts and I got up and left with them. Finding myself at my car, I stood there watching this tall good looking black guy getting in his car and leaving. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him.
I went shopping after that, picking up a few things that I needed at home and a new outfit for work. I really didn't want to go to work tomorrow thinking of how I had acted last Friday night and what the girls would say but I figured there was no way I could get out of it. I could call in sick but then again I would have to face the music sometime so I might as well get it over with. I was amazed at how fast the time went and discovered it was past 4:00 when the hunger pains hit with my stomach growling. I didn't have lunch and stopped on the way home at Chinese restaurant for take home. That done I headed home to eat.
The food was still hot when I got there and since I had an open bottle of plum wine, I decided to have that with dinner. I liked the sweetness and flavor of plum wine and usually had it with Japanese food at one of the local Japanese restaurants. Still it was very good with Chinese. Discovering just how hungry I was, I devoured all that I brought home along with the rest of the wine. I then sat down to watch the local news. It wasn't long until my head was swimming. Damn Sara I thought to myself as I was trying to concentrate on the news. I've got to stop drinking so much wine. I had a hard time focusing my eyes and was trying to get up to go to bed when I blacked out.
It was a repeat of last night, the dream continued. It was the very same dream with the same dark shadow, this dark lover. The slow shallow thrusts were repeated again and again before he slowly thrust in deeper and deeper, pausing long enough for my body to adjust to the stretching. Later came the long and deep slow but steady thrusting that seemed to last for hours. I was in an orgasmic bliss the whole time, one continually long orgasm.
I was awaken by the alarm clock buzzing for me to get up and go to work. I didn't remember where I was for a moment. Bed, I didn't remember going to bed. I was watching the news. My head hurt. My body was aroused. I was horny as hell. I reached to my side for Chad, and felt no one there. That side was cold. I struggled up. It felt like I had a hangover, my head hurt. Damn the wine, I didn't think I drank that much. I was hot. I needed a fuck.
I staggered to the bathroom and stood under the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me, calming me. What happened last night? Why do I feel this way, both hurting and sexually aroused? The dream, I clearly remembered the dream. It was like it had been real only this time even better than the night before, the long steady slow thrusting, touching the deepest parts of me, rubbing all the sensitive places. Just standing there remembering the feelings caused my body to respond with an orgasm as I touched myself. Weakened I sank to the floor and recovered slowly as the shower cooled. I shakily stood and finished the shower, trying to empty my mind of any sexual thoughts.
My mind already started thinking of work. Although my head still hurt, I finished up and stepped from the shower and dried, splashing a little lavender across my breasts in the process. I also took a couple of aspirin and brushed my teeth, noticing there was no time for breakfast. I quickly dressed in my new outfit and headed to work.
I was driving when suddenly my mind pictured the black guy in the church parking lot. I knew him. He was the guy at the club. Quizzing myself, I asked out loud why that thought hit me at this particular time. I was curious about him I know but I wasn't sure I wanted to pursue the issue of finding out who he was. I really wanted to forget about last Friday night and what I had almost done. I was so lost in thought about this that I almost ran over my boss in the parking lot. I mumbled a quick response at not seeing him as I got out of the car and apologized. That done we walked inside and my work day really started. I was glad my headache was gone for I discovered I was swamped with work and soon got lost in it.
