The first part of this story was true. It happened. The rest of this is just a dream.
In my dream, which I had the first night after I started physical therapy, Melanie and I are sitting on a brown, leather couch, watching some stupid movie. Melanie is wearing a pair of khaki colored slacks, a light yellow button up shirt with a button-down collar. We have both taken off our shoes and are in socks.
I am wearing my usual blue jeans and a t-shirt. I am about the same height as Melanie with blond hair and brown eyes. I have 36 DDD chest and am a slim 140 lbs.
I have long since grown bored with the movie and have been sneaking long glances at Melanie. She is so cute (hot) sitting there, with her legs tucked up under her butt, fingertips of one hand brushing the ends of her short brown hair back and forth while she watches television. In the other hand she is holding a glass about half full of a mixed drink.
Her forehead is smooth under her long bangs which barely touch the top of her glasses. Her hazel eyes are more green than any other color and I can't stop watching her.
The next time I glance at her she is looking at me.
"What are you thinking about?" she asks me, her voice low and warm.
"Nothing." I say but I keep watching her.
"No, really. I want to know." she says and licks her lips.
I can't help but moan as the thought of that tongue against mine flashes across my thoughts.
"I really don't think you want to know." I say.
She shakes her head in denial. "We're friends. I really want to know."
I bite my lip because how can I tell this woman who had probably never even thought of being with someone of the same sex in a sexual manner that I want to kiss her so bad I think I might die if I don't.
Finally, I decide to take the direct approach.
"I was wondering what your lips taste like." I can't take my gaze from hers. To my surprise she isn't shocked.
She scoots a little closer to me, takes my glass and hers and places them on the glass topped coffee table which sits in front of the couch.