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Sweet Dreams
Chapter Three
Anna woke to the sounds of birds chirping outside her bedroom window. Stretching her body out on the bed, she groaned as her body began to wake up as well. A cool summer’s breeze blew in through the slightly opened window, carrying with it a sweet musk aroma.
Briskly, Anna leapt out of bed and skipped her way towards the shower, allowing the cool draft to caress her naked body. Today was the first day at her new job. It was a completely new beginning for her, and she beamed with the thought of finally gaining true independence. As the “spoiled” daughter of a wealthy family, she had always dreamt of the day that she could strike out on her own and finally live her life the way SHE wanted.
Her parents had always been so strict and protective of her innocence. They never bothered, in the process, to ask her if she wanted to be innocent. Anna could still remember her parent’s reactions when she told them that she wasn’t a virgin. Hadn’t been since her sixteenth birthday. She could still remember the way he had “taken advantage” of her, in behind the school bleachers. Vince Thomas, the self proclaimed stud of Northridge High, had “seduced” her into following him out to the football stadium after her birthday party and giving up her innocence.
She chuckled at Vince’s naivete. He, like most of the boys at her school, had assumed that she would be a challenge. Mainstream media had shown them that girls didn’t enjoy sex. “Bullshit” she thought. What was wrong with a woman wanting a piece, just as much as the guy standing next to her?
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to “get a piece” for the last few months and obviously it was starting to have an effect. Her nightmares were obviously her subconscious way of expressing her need. That’s the only explanation for her feelings for the man who continually returned to her, each night. And she would have looked forward to such deliciously satisfying dreams, if not for the ending.
Engrossed with her mysterious nightmares, Anna became lost in her thoughts as she examined herself in the mirror. Absent-mindedly she twisted and spun her body, posing as if an unseen admirer were directing her very movements.
Then something caught Anna’s eye from her dresser. Reaching over, she scooped up the soft crimson pedal in her palm, gasping softly at the implications. Then suddenly the rose burst, as if a geyser, spewing thick, warm blood all over her naked skin. Squealing, Anna glanced casually toward the mirror and suddenly she froze. Screaming silently at the dark-haired woman from her dreams who was staring back at her.
Then, as if in mockery of her experience the previous night, the woman withdrew a bright knife and slashed violently across her neck.
And suddenly Thomas awoke. Breathing heavily, he clutched at the sweat and urine soaked sheets. In the middle of his dream, Thomas had opened his eyes to find a dead lover draped upon his chest, a deep gash across her delicate throat.
Slowly Thomas cupped his face into his palms and sobbed deeply for the dream that defied reality. Eventually returning to a relative state of calm, Thomas dragged his feet towards the cold, reclusive bathroom.
Then Thomas, once again, regained his bearings and realized that his alarm was screaming its sad, shrill song. Running into his bedroom Thomas slammed his fist down on the clock, and stared horrified at the time that stared back at him. He was running late.
Adrenaline now pumping through his veins, Thomas improvised, splashing his hair with water and his face with aftershave. Today he would be a little less than prudent about his looks. It was a shame too. He had heard that his new office mate had a body to die for. “C’est la vie” he thought sarcastically, and quickly flew out the front door of his apartment, tie in hand, and cigarette in his mouth.
“Tracy will never let me live it down if I’m late for the newbie’s first day.”
Tom leapt out of his car a mere 30 minutes later, certain that he must have broken at least half a dozen traffic violations to do it.
Tracy waved sarcastically and suggestively at Thomas as he flew past her office. “Rankin’s been looking for you all morning!” she yelled, forcing him to turn back.
“What did he say? He wasn’t pissed off, was he?”
“Not really. Except for the part about ripping your intestines out through your ass.”
Tracy smiled appreciatively as Thomas slapped himself on the forehead. “Oh calm down silly. I covered your ass. AGAIN!”
“Oh thanks, Trace. I owe you.” With that, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and ran off to his office. As Thomas maneuvered his way through the maze of cubicles, his mind drifted back to his dream. He kept recounting what the Tracy in his dream had told him. And if he hadn’t been mistaken, he could almost swear that she’d tried to kiss him back in her office a few minutes prior.
“Fat chance, Dummy,” he thought to himself. Unlocking his office, Thomas quickly ducked in and got to work. Thomas spent a little over an hour returning multiple phonecalls and emails, before he was finally able to sit back and relax.
Resting his head in his hands, Thomas took a deep sigh. He was finally calm. At least he was, until Rankin spoke.
“So, Mr. Lewis. You finally decided to grace us with your presence. How very nice of you, especially since Mrs. . . .” With a confused look on his face, Rankin turned to face the woman standing behind him.
“That’s Ms., Mr. Rankin . . . Ms. Taylor.”
Then, as she stepped into the office, their eyes met and they both froze.
She was the woman, Anna, from his dreams.
He was the man, Thomas, from her dreams.
But how could this be, she was just a figment of his imagination. He had never met this woman before to even consider fantasizing about her.
This couldn’t be happening. He was just a fantasy. She had conjured him from deep within, not from the real world.
Then Rankin coughed. “I hope I’m not interrupting the two of you.” Suddenly realizing their situation, both dreamers let out the breaths that they each had been holding.
“A small case of déjà vu, I guess” they both answered in unison.
“Well, I can see that I’m not needed here anymore. I’ll just let you two become acquainted.” With a sharp slam at the office door, Rankin was gone.
Anna nervously moved across the room, towards her new desk, attempting to keep from meeting his gaze once more. While Thomas, on the other hand, did not attempt to hide his fascination.
“You’ve had the dreams too, haven’t you.” Tensing up, Anna stared down into her briefcase, sorting through useless papers.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get set up in here.”
Those were the last words spoken between them all day. Occasionally Thomas would catch sight of Anna staring in his direction. He simply responded by smiling. She had the dreams, too. There was no denying it, not matter how hard she tried.
Eventually the day wore on, as a dull silent tension built a ridge between the two of them. Thomas’ mind kept wandering back to his dreams, picturing the beautiful young woman sitting across from him, in the Victorian style dress of his dream lover. The resemblance was uncanny.
Then the silence was broken as Thomas’ best friend, Jared, popped his head into the office and asked him if he’d be up for a game of hoops later on. Thomas declined. Looking down at his watch, he realized that it was almost 6 o’clock and well past time to go home.
Looking across the room, he caught Anna staring at him again. He couldn’t stand it anymore. They were going to deal with this. Today.
Thomas stood up and walked casually to the door, shutting it firmly closed, and engaging the lock. Anna’s head shot up quickly, taking in the scenario with bloodshot eyes. She hadn’t slept very well, either.
“What the hell are you doing?” She protested. Rising from her desk, she walked over towards the door, as if to open it.
But Thomas wasn’t budging. He stood there, his arms across his chest, waiting for her to give in.
“What the fuck do you want?” she asked.
“Well obviously the same thing that you want.” I’ve seen you looking.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she objected, flailing her arms into the air. “You men are all alike. The world revolves around you, huh?”
He chuckled at her rebuttal. Now he was getting somewhere. “So you’re one of THOSE women, huh. Funny. I’ve never seen you with another woman before.”
“God you are so typical. That’s because I don’t dream about other woman, dipshi . . . “ She paused quickly as a smile grew along his lips.
“Fuck!” she yelled.
“It’s okay. I sort of backed you into a corner on that one. I don’t know why you won’t admit it though. I didn’t think the sex was that bad? In fact, you seemed to enjoy it.”
Thomas could have sworn that a small patch of redness had crept across her face, before she looked away. “Oh, it’s not that. The sex is great. It’s just so weird.” Slowly she strolled over towards the window, looking out over the city.
“Besides, you know what happens in the end. Don’t you think that scares me just a little bit.”
Thomas suddenly understood as he saw her trembling at the memory of her fate in each dream. Subconsciously, she reached up and caressed the underside of her neck.
At this point Thomas wasn’t sure exactly what he should do, but he knew that he should do something. So he, very casually, slid across the room, and encircled her in his arms. At first she struggled, trying to pry her body from his arms, but eventually she gave in to his comforting embrace.
“Shhhhhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. Let it all out.”
And then, for the first time in weeks, Anna truly wept. It was true that she had cried real tears after each nightmare, but now, in the arms of her fantasy lover, was the first time that she truly wept.
Soothingly, Thomas stroked her light auburn hair, breathing in her sweet scent.
Finally she wept her last tear, and still, he held her. Cradling herself in his robust frame, Anna reached around and grabbed his hand. Her fingers entwined with his own, to form a bond for the both of them. And there they stood, unwilling to disturb the peace they had found.
Then the door rattled against its hinges. “Is someone in here?”
Cursing at the interruption, Thomas let go of Anna, holding onto her for as long as she would allow, finally releasing her when he reached the door.
Throwing it open, Thomas burst out into the hallway. Nobody was there. Confused, Thomas scratched his head. Again he check both ends of the hallway. Nothing.
Then he felt Anna’s arms encircling his waist, from behind, so he allowed her to pull him back into the room. Turning around, Thomas found himself face-to-face with the very meaning of beauty. Anna had pulled her long, flowing hair up and pinned it away from the back of her neck. Her soft, round lips had curled in to form a slight pout.
Reaching around Thomas, she pulled the office door closed and locked it, once again. Looking up into his eyes, Anna saw something special. Something which she had always desired. Compassion. Understanding. Sensitivity. Not to mention plenty of lust.
Forging ahead through her own self-doubt and confusion, Anna leaned upwards into Thomas’ arms once again, and embraced him with her lips. At first Thomas didn’t seem to respond, which worried Anna, but without long to wait, Anna felt his lips press firmly against her own. And then all sensibility was lost to her own inner passions.
Wrapping her arms around Thomas’ neck, Anna pulled herself up into his waiting mouth, her tongue invading his mouth, as he invaded hers. Thomas then lifted her up until her legs wrapped around his waist and carried her across the room; their tongues still entwined in a vicious duel.
With one swing of his arm, Thomas cleared his desk of debris, minus the computer and phone. Anna next found herself reclining back onto Thomas’ desk, with her legs still grabbing his waist. With a spark in his eye, Thomas removed his blazer jacket and began removing his buttons.
Anna immediately followed suit as she removed her own jacket and shirt. Raising herself up onto her elbows she unclasped her bra and withdrew it above her head. Leaning back again, Anna noticed Thomas naked chest for the first time. Reaching up she trailed her fingernails along his tight abs and chest. Stopping at his protruding nipples, Anna lightly raked her fingers across his sensitive flesh, causing him to holler in surprise.
In response Thomas leaned down, engulfing Anna’s pert breast. Anna arched her back upward to meet his warm mouth, his tongue and teeth brushing roughly against her own sensitive flesh. Anna screamed loudly as a deep warmth spread through her body, coating her body in sweat.
Breathing heavily, Anna looked up into Thomas’ eyes once again, as he purposefully undid his pants. She gasped at the first sight of his cock, as it sprung from his crotch. Obviously Thomas was more than modest in his fantasies and dreams.
Anna started to move, assuming that her lover would expect oral pleasure, but instead she found his dickhead pressed firmly against her clit. Then he started rubbing it up and down, along her slit and over the protruding nub of her sensitive flesh. The friction between their skin formed another deep warmth within her, starting in her stomach and radiating outward.
After a few minutes of Thomas and his cockteasing, Anna finally lost control. Raising herself slightly on her elbows and legs, Anna hovered above the desk, completely unnoticed by Thomas. And on a down-swipe, as Thomas was positioned directly over her hole, Anna thrust her body forward and engulfed his manhood.
Both lovers arched their bodies, forcing the deepest contact between them, as they moaned uncontrollably at the sensations coursing through their bodies. Lifting one of her legs up onto Thomas shoulder, Anna opened herself wider to accommodate his massive thickness. She could feel the muscles deep inside her relaxing as she attempted further inside.
Anna then felt something warm running down the crack of her ass. Looking up quizzically at Thomas, she saw him cover his finger in her juices that had trickled out, and he offered it up to her. Hungrily she lapped at her own sweet nectar covering his finger, using her tongue and lips to suck his finger as if it were a small dick.
At that moment Thomas must have decided that he was in as far as he was going to go, because he started pulling out, withdrawing all of himself except his head. Then slowly, he forced himself back into her body. Inside her sex, the heat from their bodies only served to further their pleasure. Again Thomas withdrew and re-entered, this time increasing his pace slightly.
Eventually he had built up to a rhythm that was pounding her deeply with every inch that he could offer. Anna looked up into his face and muttered obscenities at him, pushing them both closer to the edge. Gripping the edge of the desk, Anna started grinding her hips in time with Thomas’, forcing a loud slap from the impact of their bodies.
Anna couldn’t contain her pleasure as every internal inch of her was stretched beyond belief. And then he finally exploded. Without warning Anna felt Thomas cock bulge out slightly inside of her, followed by a massive gusher of sweet, steaming cum. Her body, like a live conduit, reacted violently with his own orgasm.
Anna’s body tensed and bucked wildly against the table, her cunt muscles clutching tightly against his cock. Finally once both of their bodies had settled, Thomas started to completely withdraw from within her. Still sensitive from their sex, Anna’s body shuddered uncontrollably as his manhood slid easily out of her soaked pussy.
Sighing deeply, Thomas reached down and rubbed softly at her chest, spreading the sweat across her taught tummy. Smiling, they both leaned into each other, kissing deeply and milking the last remnants of their lust.
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