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Dreams and Awakening - Part One: A Meeting and a Fall
Christie heard the sound of a large truck outside, the
brakes puffing air. She put down her coffee, and went
to the kitchen window. Outside, she saw a big moving
van easing in the driveway of the house next door.
Christie brushed away a strand of blonde hair from her
forehead. Her pale blue eyes took in the scene. So,
she thought, someone finally bought the Emerson place.
It had been on the market for several months. New
neighbors. Perhaps someone to talk to.
She saw a blue Miata pull up, top down. In the
driver's seat was a slender woman, perhaps early
thirties, with short, black hair in a casual cut. She
was wearing a yellow sundress with spaghetti straps.
She parked the sporty-looking convertible near the
curb, and stepped out, sliding her sunglasses to the
top of her head.
The dark-haired woman quickly stepped towards the
truck and started talking to the movers. Her face was
animated, her gestures expressive. Christie thought
she was very pretty. The general build of the
dark-haired woman was similar to Christie's own body;
medium sized breasts, slender hips, long legs. The
face had a Mediterranean look, slightly dark, with
brown wide eyes, a strong nose, and clearly defined
cheekbones. White, slightly crooked teeth flashed
when she smiled.
I'll have to go over later and introduce myself,
Christie thought. She's around my age. We can
probably have some fun together.
Christie thought about her life here. She had been
married for five years to Jim, a mid-range executive
at a software company. She loved her husband, and the
stock options and bonuses he brought home ensured a
comfortable living in the upper-middle class suburban
neighborhood. She didn't need to work, and whatever
restless feelings she had could be sublimated in
reading and gardening. But sometimes she wished for
something a little more, something to provide her with
some italics in the text of her days. Something a
bit...exciting. Maybe something a little... risky.
Christie realized that it was nearly nine, and she was
still in the smoke-colored chemise she had worn last
night. Time to get your day going, girl, she thought.
She headed towards the master bedroom and shower,
slipping her gown off as she stepped down the thickly
carpeted hallway. Nude, she reached in to the large
shower stall and turned the water on. Steam billowed
out of the enclosure and she stepped into the pounding
spray.
She poured some shower gel into her hand and began to
soap her chest. The breasts were high and firm, with
pronounced nipples in aureolae an inch wide. She
always thought her breasts were nice, not too large,
not too small. They were usually quite sensitive, and
the slippery fingers moving over them quickly raised
her nipples to full erection, like little pebbles.
Idly, she cleaned herself, the spray bouncing off the
skin. She reached down between her legs. Her pubic
hair was closely trimmed, and the lips of her mound
were slightly parted to reveal a pink bud. She
shivered as her finger slipped between the folds, and
stroked her clit. It had been a few days since Jim
had fucked her.
She ran her index finger along the lips of her sex,
and she felt a wetness that wasn't water. She bent
slightly forward and her finger found the tip of her
clitoris. Her hips danced a little, and she
whimpered.
She was flowing freely now, the juices coating her
finger. Not long now. She moved her hand faster,
feeling the building tension in her body. She arched
her back and fell against the seat built into the wall
of the shower, as the orgasm took her. Her slippery
fluids dribbled onto the seat, and she did something
she hadn't done before. She took the liquid-coated
finger to her mouth and sucked her own juices, quite
unconsciously.
As she sat there, the hot water striking her face,
plastering her hair to her head, she realized
something with a start. The images in her mind as she
came were not of her husband and his hard cock. They
were of her new neighbor. The dark-haired woman in
the yellow sundress. Her pretty new neighbor.
Christie shook herself and stood up. She finished
rinsing the remaining gel, and stepped out to get the
fluffy large towel. Where did that come from? She had
never had any bisexual or lesbian tendencies. What
put that into her head?
She snorted. Come on, girl. You saw the neighbor,
she was pretty, and you gave yourself a quick orgasm
in the shower. The mind does what it does. Don't
worry about it.
Several hours later, in the warm June sunshine,
Christie walked the short distance to the house next
door. She had decided to wear a pair of shorts and a
sports bra under a tank top. She was barelegged and
wore skimpy sandals. Her well-shaped feet looked
great after her last pedicure, and her toenails were
painted a pastel pink. She carried a bottle of
chilled Chablis, and two plastic wine glasses.
Christie rang the doorbell. The movers had left. She
waited, and was about to ring it again, when the
polished wood of the door swung inward. There was her
neighbor, still in the sundress. A fine gleam of
perspiration shined on her forehead. She regarded
Christie with her dark eyes, a hint of a smile on the
unpainted lips.
"Hi, there," Christie said, smiling. "I'm your next
door neighbor, Christie. Welcome to the
neighborhood."
"Well, thanks. I'm Melissa. Come on in, if you don't
mind the clutter of moving day."
Melissa opened the door wider, and Christie slipped in
past her. As Melissa closed the door, she said, "I
wish Bill could be here, but my husband is going to be
in Spain for the next few weeks. I had to get here
and start the process of moving in, and believe me,
it's a chore."
They made their way into the living room. Boxes and
papers were strewn everywhere. Melissa moved a box
off the couch and motioned for Christie to sit down.
Christie said, "I do indeed know what moving in is
like, and I thought you'd could use a little break,
maybe a glass of wine." She placed the bottle on the
coffee table, and set the plastic glasses on either
side.
Melissa's eyes lit up. "What a wonderful idea! I
could definitely do with a few minutes of not
unpacking. Let me fetch a corkscrew."
She moved into the kitchen. Christie regarded the
movement of Melissa's legs and shapely rear under the
sundress. It didn't look like Melissa was wearing any
underwear. A slight, barely noticed shiver went
through Christie.
Melissa returned with a old-fashioned wooden-handled
corkscrew. She sat down beside Christie, and placed
the tip of the screw into the cork and started to
twist. Melissa's breasts jiggled slightly as she
worked the corkscrew in. Christie saw that the
nipples tented the thin yellow fabric. Another
shiver.
Over the wine, they talked about themselves and their
lives. Christie learned that Melissa had been born in
France to an American father and Italian mother. She
was married to William, who was an up-and-coming
executive with a multi-national. She had lived the
past few years in Spain, and her husband had been
transferred to the local office near the subdivision.
"It's a bit of pain being without William, but he had
some business he had to take care of in Madrid, so it
fell to me to make the arrangements for the move. His
company found us this house, and set up the paperwork.
But Christie, I tell you, I do miss my husband,
especially at night."
Christie made sympathetic noises. They had finished
two glasses of wine each, so she tipped the remains of
the bottle into equal shares, and lifted her glass.
Melissa did the same.
"Well, anyway," Christie said, "Here's to new
beginnings."
"Exactly. New beginnings."
They clinked glasses, the plastic making a ticking
sound. They sat in companionable silence for a few
moments. Christie noticed that their bare knees were
lightly touching. She enjoyed the contact. The wine
had given her a pleasant buzz.
Christie looked around and said, "Melissa, is there
anything I can help you with here? Maybe we can make
this a little easier."
Melissa said, "That's sweet. Sure. I've got a couple
of boxes of linens I want to move to the master
bedroom. They're over here." She indicated the boxes
in the nearby dining room."
They got to their feet, perhaps a little unsteadily.
They walked into the dining room, and both reached
down for the boxes. They weren't too heavy, and
Melissa hoisted her load to her side, balancing on the
hips. Christie balanced her box the same way and they
started to move towards the main hall.
Maybe it was the wine. Melissa turned to say
something to Christie. The corner of the box caught
the wall. As she shifted weight to recover, she fell
forward, towards Christie.
Christie heard her new friend utter a sharp yelp.
Then Melissa collided with her and they went down. It
seemed to happen in slow motion. Christie dropped her
box and reached out with her arms to grab Melissa.
Melissa's hands found Christie's forearms and as they
fell she grabbed hold tightly. Christie felt her back
hit the soft carpet, and then the sudden weight of
Melissa's body fell onto her full length. Their
breasts pancaked against each other. Christie felt
the nipples meet and bend. She gasped.
Melissa's right leg fell to the right of Christie's
left leg. The dress road up on Melissa's thigh's, and
her left leg neatly slipped between Christie's parted
legs. Thigh brushed against thigh. Christie felt her
left thigh hit Melissa's crotch, and Melissa's left
leg impacted her own mound. It was like an electric
shock.
Stunned, they both took a few seconds to recover.
Melissa's body still rested on top of Christie.
Melissa let go of Christie's arms, and looked at her,
her eyes swimming briefly. She got to her feet and
held out her hand to help Christie up. "Oh, dear God,
Christie, are you all right? I'm so sorry, dear. I
was so clumsy."
Christie got to her feet with the help of Melissa's
strong arm. Her breasts still tingled from the
impact. "Oh, sweetie, it's all right. These things
happen. I guess we'll have to watch the wine
consumption next time." She giggled a little.
"Well, at least not drinking before moving boxes."
They retrieved the scattered linens from the fallen
boxes, and carried them to the linen closet near the
master bedroom. They worked for the next half-hour
putting things away, and Christie reflected on the
accidental encounter. Good God, it turned me on. The
impact. Her body against mine. Breast to breast.
Hip to hip. The feel of her thigh on my pussy.
She managed to put it out of her mind. At five in the
afternoon, she bid her new friend goodbye, after
securing her promise to come over tomorrow afternoon
for a swim.
Over a hastily prepared dinner of breast of chicken,
Christie recounted to Jim the meeting with her
neighbor. She said that she thought they could become
good friends. Jim nodded abstractedly. Christie
recognized the symptoms. The office had Jim's
attention, and would likely be on his mind all
evening.
After dinner, Jim disappeared into his home office to
check e-mail and catch up on paperwork. Christie
absently cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.
After the short cleanup, she decided to pour herself a
cognac. She set the tuner on the stereo system to a
classical station, and sat back on the sofa, feet up,
sipping the brandy. It evaporated warmly on her
tongue. She recalled the events of the day with a
fuzzy good feeling. Without conscious thought, her
hand drifted to her chest, and she lightly stroked her
breasts. The nipples awoke, hardened into points.
She rose from the sofa and ambled into the kitchen
with her empty snifter. She washed it by hand and put
it away. The kitchen was dark. She could see
Melissa's house across the yard. As she watched, a
light went on upstairs, and she saw the dark-haired
woman walk in, holding some clothes to put into an
unseen closet. Melissa left her sight, then came back
in. Christie watched as Melissa paused in the middle
of the room. Melissa was not in her sundress anymore.
She was wearing a dark red robe. As Christie stood
looking up, Melissa undid her robe to adjust it. It
was just a flash, but Christie saw the firm,
dark-nippled breasts. They bounced just a little as
Melissa refolded the robe about herself. She then
left the room.
Christie stood there, holding her breath. She thought
she had never seen anything as lovely, as beautiful,
as that sight in the window.
That night, Christie dreamed. She was sleeping on her
back, the covers thrown partly off her body. Her
breasts were slightly compressed by the camisole she
wore. Her left hand lay across her hips, fingers near
the sharply defined cleft in her panties. As she
dreamed, the cloth started to darken from moisture.
She dreamed in she was in large bookstore, like the
Barnes & Noble near the mall. She was in the stacks,
and in her hands was a large book on Greece. She had
it open to a painting of nude wrestling men. She was
in the store and she was absolutely naked, but that
was okay, because they're weren't that many people in
the store, and the ones that were didn't look at her.
The painting of the men suddenly became two women,
just as naked as she was. One held the other in a
tight bear hug. As she watched, the picture started
to move, and the women fell to the floor of the arena,
and in very slow motion, they rolled around, still
tightly hugging, legs intertwined, faces pressed
against each other.
Christie felt herself get wet, no, not wet, absolutely
dripping. She was beginning to get embarrassed.
Someone would notice the spot on the rug. She turned
to put the book back on the shelf. After she did so,
she was grabbed from behind.
She turned her head to see her husband, his face
inches from hers. He was as naked as she was, as the
wrestlers in the book. With an sharp cry of desire,
she threw her arms around him, and kissed him hard,
her tongue slipping into his mouth. She slid her hand
down below his waist, and grasped a rigid pole.
Whimpering with her need, she pulled him down to the
floor, and guided his cock into her. He started to
thrust forcefully, and she wrapped her naked legs
around his back.
She pulled her head back from the bruising kiss, and
was shocked for only a moment to see the face of
Melissa, dark wild hair and wide eyes, staring
intensely at her. Only a moment, then absolute lust
slipped into her. The cock had disappeared, to be
replaced with the wet insistent pounding of cunt
against cunt, the slippery feel of erect clits sliding
together. Melissa pressed her mouth against
Christie's lips. Their tongues explored each other's
mouth. Christie felt her breasts rub against
Melissa's.
Christie felt her back against the floor. Melissa
pulled her head away, and said through clenched teeth,
her breath hot and moist, "Is this it? Is this what
you want? Tell me or lose it!" Christie could smell
the unalloyed lust in that heated exhalation.
She was about to gasp YES when the dream started to
fade, like a movie ending. Melissa disappeared, and
Christie's eyes started to open. It was the middle of
the night, and her breasts were swollen, her nipples
protruding from the camisole like pencil erasers, and
her panties were soaked.
In a voice still drugged with sleep, she whispered,
"...yes...yes...oh, sweet God, yes..." Her finger slipped
under the crotch of her panties, and she rubbed the
swollen labia slowly, her hips undulating. She softly
moaned her climax, like a chant to a distant lover.
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