The mouth watering aromas of homemade lasagna with thick slices of fresh provolone cheese bubbling on top and garlic bread reached out to Paul. He sat on the rustic front porch steps, fondly rummaging through his old tackle box, a variety of lures, swivels and hooks. His Dad sat nearby in a maple rocker, nursing a bottle of cold beer, reconnecting with light conversation.
Sherry appeared at the screen door, "Hey you guys, its ready now...Mom says to c'mon in."
"She's really grown up a lot." Paul's Dad stated, beaming and complimentary.
"Oh yeah...I can tell." Paul innocently smiled back, thinking of their lusty afternoon episode.
Sitting around the hardwood, oval table they raised glasses of wine and toasted the good life, the safe return of Paul and Sherry from college, their family and of course, the cook. The candlelit dinner was excellent; Paul resisted the urge to devour the meal and instead ate slowly, enjoying the light conversation of people reconnecting from the fast world.
With everyone helping, the cleanup was quick and the comfortable sofas and recliners beckoned to them. Paul was actually quite glad they'd never dragged a television out here, the boob tube as Mom called it. He decided to go for walk along the lake, catching the last of the sunlight and Dad went with him. Their pace was brisk, they enjoyably talked about everything and nothing and came back to find the girls giggling over a simple game of Parcheesi.
Paul took off his shoes and socks, plopped into the nearest soft chair and glanced up towards the wide mantel where dozens of family pictures, some new mostly old, lined the shelf. He let the cozy, secure feeling drift over him and realized it had been a very long day and a tiring drive. Here, he could sleep untroubled and late as he wanted. Not the bashful type, Paul yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open and bade everyone a good night, see you in the morning.
Trudging upstairs, Paul retrieved his toilet items, brushed his teeth in the shared bathroom down the hallway and slipped into his bedroom, closing the old fashioned latch. He stripped down to BVD's and stretched out upon his old bed and familiar, contoured mattress. Outside the half open window, a cool mountain breeze whisked through the pine branches, the clean air quickly eased any humidity. Paul was asleep in seconds.
She was talking to him but not making any sense. It was understood that she wanted Paul to follow her, but where? He looked into her smooth face, sans makeup and realized they were in a swimming pool. Do I know her? Paul submerged into the deep end and noticed a thin, rusted pipe peculiarly sticking out from the greenish tiles. He couldn't hear well, looked for the girl with short hair and swam up for air. Suddenly Paul found himself in a very narrow room lit only by a flickering candle on a nightstand. He knelt on the bed that apparently belonged to the girl. Covered with a thin sheet, she faced away with her back to him. Paul gingerly lifted the fabric to reveal her nakedness. His hand immediately palmed her fine, fleshy ass and knew he had to be naked also. This was a dream. Don't stop he subconsciously implored. Paul's penis throbbed as he sandwiched himself against her backside. I don't think they'll find us here, she whispered, don't worry, nobody will...
Click. Paul's fuzzy, dream filled brain registered the small sound in the distance and tried to awaken in the strange surroundings. In the dark he struggled to open his eyes and the dim moonlight from the window illuminated enough to remind him of where he was. But what about the noise? Groggily he sat up and saw the whitish shadow by the door...it was Sherry.
She floated noiselessly the short distance to Paul's bed, his eyes focused to see her radiant smile, tousled hair and the extra large white tee shirt.
