Quiet, Please! by Brea Brown

Author:Brea Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wayzgoose Press

Chapter Twenty-One

Did I sleep at all last night? It sure doesn’t feel like it. Judging by all the kinks and aches in my joints and muscles this morning, I spent half the night twisted into the shape of a pretzel.

Now, as I listen to the morning deejays poll the listening audience about what they’d bring to work if there were such a thing as adult show-and-tell, I remember a private show-and-tell from the middle of the night and groan.

I’m no stranger to sex dreams. I have them all the time, and they don’t always mean anything (at least I hope they don’t, considering one time I had one about my high school geometry teacher, who was a troll with hairy knuckles). Other times, like last night, they do mean something.

Last night, I had the most vivid dream of my life. It didn’t feature a celebrity (those are usually pretty good, though) or someone from my past in some surreal setting that would clue me in right away that this wasn’t reality. In this dream, I was with Jamie. And we were at his house, in his bedroom, which I’ve never seen. It was dim in the room, but I could still see everything. Everything. He turned on some loud music, “So Johnny won’t hear us,” which made me feel a lot better. Then he did things to me that made me feel a lot better than I’ve ever felt before. And I stopped thinking and allowed myself to feel his tongue and his fingers and his…

Well, before I knew it, I needed the loud music to drown out my moaning. Then I was so confused. Because the more intensely I felt what was happening to me, the more I seemed to be pulled away from the feeling. That’s when I realized with crushing disappointment that I was dreaming. I woke up with my hands clamped over my breasts and the sheets tangled between my legs. Still jammed into my ears were my earbuds, through which Adele was belting out a lusty tune. I yanked them out and listened for several minutes to my beating heart and ragged breathing. As the spasms subsided, I delicately cupped a hand over myself while I fought the urge to cry. Interestingly enough, it didn’t take long for me to fall back asleep.

It wasn’t the first (or second or third or seventh) sex dream I’ve had about Jamie. But all the others were Polaroid snapshots compared to this one. This one was in 3D with stereo surround sound.

Now that I’m fully awake, there are certain parts of the dream that are slowly coming back to me, parts that should have alerted me to the un-reality of it. For example, his bed was glow-in-the-dark. And made entirely out of a material that looked like Fruity Pebbles but felt like velvet. Plus, there was a picture on the wall that was weird, but familiar. What was it? I rub my eyes as the image tickles the edges of my brain but doesn’t quite reveal itself to me.

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