The smell of flowers and a tickle on my cheek roused me from my sleep a second time. I opened my eyes and I was taken aback by what I saw. I was no longer in my room, or even near my home from what I could tell.
The salty smell of the ocean could be made out on the wind amongst the sweet smell of spring blossoms. All around me the pale petals fell on the breeze shaken from their branches by what smelled like a coming storm.
Off in the distance I then heard the distinct sound of thunder rolling through the atmosphere. The air around me was warm, and caressed my skin like satin. I was laying outside, in a meadow on a bed of satin pillows and silk sheets surrounded by blossoming trees and bright fireflies. The tiny insects blipped in out of sight all around me in the darkness. Looking up I could see the most beautiful sight of all, the clear night sky.
I got up on my knees and tilted my head as far as it would go, looking into the inky night sky. It was wondrous to see such a clear sky.
I then remembered the sound of the thunder off in the distance, how could the night sky be so clear with a storm so close? The most awe inspiring was the moon right above me. Full, and in its glory shining brightly against the black void of space. My jaw dropped open as I stared at the vast number of bright dots that speckled the horizon, I was stunned into silence.
It must be a dream, I thought. The most beautifully vivid dream I had ever had.
Another breeze brushed my shoulders and I shivered a little, looking around to see if there was something I could put around my bare shoulders. Bare shoulders?
I looked down at myself, and I covered delicately in a silver white dressing gown. The fabric was soft and as thin as spun silk. The delicate fabric was dyed in the palest shade of silver. It seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. It lay in long layers, each ending at different lengths; blowing softly in the breeze. The breeze caught the edges of some of them making it look like the fabric danced on the current. My nipples could be made out still even under the three or four layers of fabric. Each of them tightened and hardened in the cool breeze. As I looked at my surroundings, I saw how magical it all looked around me. The moss that covered the tree trunks was a more vibrant green that I had ever seen. Surrounding the island of pillows in the meadow; were blossoming night flowers that seemed to shimmer in the right light. Trees had leaves in shades of dark teal and emerald with pale cream and pink colored blossoms. I was taken aback by my own imagination as made out more of my surroundings. I was stretched out on an island of soft feather pillows covered in satin. Bright jeweled tones covered the supple pillows as they cradled my frame. There was a small pond off to the left of the clearing, where I could hear the night calls of the toads and the crickets echoing in the darkness. Taking care not to rip the gossamer light fabric, I stood up and stepped forth in my bare feet out onto the dark grass around me. I could feel the cool dampness of night dew on the blades of grass, but it did not make them cold. Instead it felt nice and cool against my skin, and in between my toes.
I had to lift the hem of the gown and all its airy layers as I made my way next to the spring of water. As I stood next to the water's edge I knelt down, looking into the clear pool; my hair fell around my face and in my eyes. Letting out an audible sigh, I flipped my head one side, tossing my long hair back over my shoulder and out of my eyes.
"I love when you do that, did you know that?"
A voice rang out of the night. I knew the voice, the deep rich tone, husky and sensual. I knew it as soon as I heard it.
"Nicolas!" I called out into the darkness,
"Nick, where are you?"
I turned around scanning the tree line off in the distance. My chest began to rise and fall at a heightened state of awareness. I could hear the blood rush in my ears again. I was afraid for a moment that I might pass out, as I felt the hard thump of my heart in my chest. I took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, concentrating on slowing my pulse. I swallowed hard, gaining control of myself. I couldn't see far off into the dark, but I could almost, feel him near me. I spun all the way around, trying hard to make out his familiar silhouette against the backdrop of the tree line but even after spinning around twice, I still couldn't see him anywhere.
What I could do, was smell him. I could smell the musky scent of his spicy cologne on the air, as well as the same smells from the kitchen; the cut grass, the rain and the heavy scent of a man after a hard day's work. My mouth watered as I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in.
"Nicolas, please come out here. Where are you?"
I listened carefully, trying to hear above the sounds of the night, to hear for foots steps or rustling to give away any hint of which direction he was in, but all I heard was his soft laugh echo around me as if it came from every direction. I was beginning to not enjoy this little game of his. Then, like a phantom in the night I heard his deep voice echo out into the darkness.
"I would watch you do your homework for hours just to see that one move you just made."
His voice was deep and rich, thick with seduction.
I felt a pull deep within myself reaching out for him. I followed that compass within me and spun around one last time and stopped facing away from the pond staring off into the opposite corner of the clearing. The need I felt for him intensified as I looked off into the darkness in that direction.
Nick strode lazily across the meadow toward me and my breathing became labored once again. I watched his long strides carry him across the expanse in little time, the closer he got the more I could see of him, and oh my, was there a lot to see. Jutting out before him in striking fashion; was his stiff erection fiercely pointed at me. The closer he came to me, the harder I bit my lower lip as I stared at his swollen cock before me. It looked in dire need of being dealt with, and the more I saw of it; the more I wanted to the one to deal with it. I couldn't believe my brazen staring at the most private of parts on one of my oldest of friends but, it begged to be stared at. In fact, it begged for a lot of things. My cheeks went flush allowing me to regain myself enough to look away and try to act like I hadn't just about drooled all over myself at the sight of him.
"Do you like what you see Serenity?" He asked me as came to a stop so close to me I thought I could feel the heat from his skin. He stood tall, still stroking his imposing penis. I began to turn away from him, but he grabbed my arm and turned me with a jolt making me spin around and meet his gaze. Those eyes, those soft glowing eyes; looked deep inside me and caressed my mind. I was mesmerized by them, even as I tried to look away. I was speechless as he held my focus on his face until I watched him blink a couple times and the brightness dimmed in his irises and go back to his anything but common, green eyes. He was not the same boy I grew up with even though he had his eyes. This man before me was a master of his own masculinity. He towered over my small frame as always standing 6'4, but now, I was getting a full view of the rugged man that hid beneath his work clothes. He had always been handsome, but as I watched him standing before me, in all his virility, I was awestruck.
His handsome face was just the beginning of this blue collar Irish Adonis. His shaggy reddish brown hair fell just past his collar and cast my eyes across his strong shoulders. I watched as his chest flexed and relaxed in time with my heart beat, and my eyes walked down his well-defined torso and taut muscles of his stomach, flexing and relaxing with the same rhythmic ebb and flow. Then, there was the reason for his rhythmic flexing.
He was stroking his well-built cock in my direction still, and I was in awe of the spectacle before me. It was hot and exciting. It made my blood rise and my face flush and I couldn't bring myself to look away as he stroked his erection with long, smooth strokes. When I could I looked back up into his eyes and they held nothing but raw hunger and need. My nipples raised into tight peaks under the soft fabric of the dressing gown I wore. I thought back to the dreams I had while in high school in my senior year and for a little while after I left for University. Hot, steamy dreams of Nick coming to me at night and having his way with me. At first I didn't know what to do about them, but then I didn't think much of them after a while. They were dreams after all, and I only ever remembered bits and pieces of them.
And they were never this real, this life like. I assumed it was just something I needed to deal with; like being home sick. I had never denied that Nick was attractive, just that he was arrogant and moody most of the time and that we had been like family to one another for a long time. That alone had kept Nick off my radar for many years. Besides a healthy relationship with B.O.B., I had given up on sex with anyone but myself after a long string of bad decisions and regrettable one night stands.
Nicolas stood before me in all his masculinity. I could not look at him now and see the boy I once knew.
The eyes might be the same, but he was anything but a boy anymore. And he stood before me in complete command. I was breathless watching him. It was exciting and exquisite. He looked shameless in his movements. Showing a master of control; never changing the speed or ferocity of his stroke. He looked primal. Lustful.
I felt myself melt and the warmth between my thighs grow. I enjoyed watching to begin with, but Nick made it look like a performance, and I was his captive audience.
"Nick." I breathed.
I thought back to those dream's I had once had, and thought about the lonely nights I had spent alone, waking up to flush cheeks and rapid heartbeat. I looked over his gorgeous naked body again, and I turned a innocent little look up into those brilliant green eyes.
