That day, Anna followed me around everywhere. She was like a loyal puppy that wanted to go everywhere I went.
Technically, I didn't need her talents until it was time for me to go to sleep. She was a dreamwalker and she was going to enter my dreams and see if she could find out what was going on with my mysterious and disturbing dreams.
I mean, they were sort of wet dreams and nightmares blended together in a potent cocktail guaranteed to make any teenage girl shudder.
At any rate, Anna decided to spend the entire day following me around and acting like we were best friends. I found Anna's constant presence to be annoying at first, but the more time I spent around her, the more I noticed how beautiful she was.
Her skin was smooth and perfect, and I found myself wanting to touch her and sample the smoothness of her flawless skin and run my fingertips all over her. Her skin seemed to blend perfectly with her silky golden blonde hair. And her large, hazel eyes and full sensual lips made her face at treat to stare into.
Her waist was narrow and her belly flat. She also had shapely legs and a firm ass with adorable, feminine curves. Of course, she wore blue jeans that were so tight that every curve of her ass and thighs showed through the fabric. The denim magically hugged the curves of her body in such a way that I could easily imagine what she would look like naked.
Anna and I sat in a coffee shop. She was drinking an iced coffee with caramel and other yummy things. I couldn't help but notice how luscious her lips looked as she sucked her sweet, caffeinated beverage through a straw. I felt a confusing yet powerful desire for Anna's lips to be pressed against mine so I could see if her mouth felt as exquisite as it looked.
I'm not a lesbian and I've never been an overtly sexual person, but since these dreams started, I've found myself becoming hypersexualized and having strong feelings of sexual arousal when around beautiful women. I couldn't understand it, but it made it almost impossible to take my eyes off Anna. Her oval-shaped face, high cheekbones and exquisite lips made me feel things for her. I had an insistent craving that urged me to take her into my arms and kiss her passionately. It wasn't the sort of thing I could just shake off either. It was maddening and potent. It became difficult to think of anything else.
"So, what are your plans for today?" Anna asked as she looked up from her iced coffee drink.
"My dad promised to take me car shopping," I replied, "It's sort of a big deal. He promised to buy me a car if I got good grades and graduated, so I studied hard, made the honor roll, graduated high school and now I reap the rewards of all my hard work."
"Your dad sounds like he's an exceptional father," said Anna and I watched her alluring lips as she talked. I seriously wanted to kiss her, but that sort of thing just wasn't done. Anna was practically a stranger, and we were in public. Also, I had no idea if she was even into girls.
"Well, he's the only dad I've ever had, but I think he's done a pretty good job."
Anna gave me smile that caused my brain to release a burst of endorphins and said, "So, what does he do for a living that he can afford to buy you a new car?"
"Oh that," I said and took another sip of my coffee before adding, "Well, he's history professor. I don't think that ordinarily pays all that well, but he's gotten three books published on the Albigensian Crusade and one book on the Catholic Church's relationship with the Italian government both before and during the Mussolini regime. Only one of his books was a financial success, but in the world of history professors, one financially successful book has turned him into some sort of god. Other history professors treat him like he's Robert Downey Jr. or something."
* * *
It turns out that Anna was a huge history buff and that she'd read two of my dad's books. Not only had she read them, but she'd committed a lot of the material to memory. I had never been a huge fan of my dad's work, but Anna was bubbling over with enthusiasm as she discussed the Cathars, the Catholic Church, Pope Innocent III, Pope Gregory IX, the Languedoc region of France and European mercenaries with my dad.
"Pope Innocent the third was basically a terrorist mastermind," Anna said to my father, "He hired a band of mercenaries, sent them to Béziers, and they basically burned down the entire town, killing men women and children...all because some of them were practicing the 'wrong' religion."
My father apparently agreed with Anna. He smiled and told her, "I was thinking the same thing. I wanted to compare Pope Innocent to Osama Bin Laden, but my publisher said that I'd be killing sales if I compared a Christian religious leader to a Muslim terrorist mastermind."
"Publishers," Anna said, her voice heavy with contempt, "pffttt."
I was enchanted with Anna's exceptional good looks and my dad was enchanted with Anna's exceptional knowledge of 13th century European history. Between the two of us, Anna had a small but devoted fan club.
After my father and I had decided on a car, we were alone for a while as they installed a LoJack in my new vehicle. While we waited for them to finish, Anna went down the vending machine to get a soda. My dad turned to me, smiled, and said, "Well, I think you and Anna are an adorable couple."
"Wait, what?" I blurted out, "What do you mean, couple?"
"Oh, come on," my dad said, "All day long you've been looking at her the way your mom used to look at me. You're infatuated with her."
"Dad," I protested loudly, I found my feelings for Anna to be both confusing and awkward. There was no way I ready to talk to my dad about them yet.
"Oh, don't blush," my dad said, "There's nothing wrong with being into girls. Lesbians are socially acceptable and popular right now. Remember when Britney Spears and Madonna kissed at the MTV video music awards?"
"Dad," I whined, "can we not talk about this?"
"But you look so cute together," my dad countered. His voice was getting playful and boyish. That meant he meant he wasn't going to be willing to just let the topic drop. He was emotionally invested in Anna and me being a couple...even though we weren't really a couple at all.
"Dad, we are not a couple!" I spat out loudly.
He raised his eyebrows at me, probably surprised by my loud, angry outburst. Yeah, I was getting way too emotional. I suppose I was overly sensitive about the subject.
"I see," he said, although I kind of doubt he understood my relationship with Anna at all.
"Look, I barely even know her," I added hastily.
And then, in a much quieter tone of voice, I said, "And I've never felt this way before. I mean...being into girls...I never thought that I was the type to ever be into girls. This caught me by surprise. Yeah, I've been totally mesmerized by Anna's girlish good looks, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to do about it."
Anna chose that moment to come back, which meant my dad and I had to either end our conversation abruptly or include Anna in the discussion.
We ended our conversation abruptly. I think we made the right decision.
"So, did I miss anything while I was gone?" Anna asked and then she sat down next to me.
"Nope," I replied quickly, before my father could say anything, "We're still waiting for them to finish up."
