Dream Daze

DEAN

I’m buzzing with anticipation. I’m on my way to pick up Emma. She’s aware of the crush I had on her a few years back.

Back then, she was too young for me and too damn attractive for her own good. But now, she’s a breathtaking woman. The kind that makes you stop, turn, and stare.

She has this magnetic pull that draws in every man around her, especially me.

When I picked her up from the airport eight weeks ago, I thought it might finally be our time. I purposely didn’t tell her about my breakup with Stephanie.

I knew she’d want to be there for me, and I wanted her to be. But deep down, I knew if I told her, she’d come to support me.

The thing is, I was only dating Stephanie because I couldn’t date Emma. She was still busy with her degrees and too young to handle me.

Now that she’s finished her training, maybe, just maybe, we might have a chance. The thought of her makes me feel like a giddy college boy. I can’t wait to see her again.

I finally pull up to the base to pick her up, but she’s nowhere in sight. I park the Chevy and start looking for her.

When I finally spot her, my heart skips a beat, my cock twitches, and my feet freeze.

She’s chatting with one of the instructors, one of my friends, and the way they’re smiling at each other has me seething.

She’s wearing short, tight black jeans that highlight her long, tanned legs, black combat boots, and a tight shirt with spaghetti straps.

The shirt does nothing to conceal her full, voluptuous breasts. She looks even more beautiful than the day I dropped her off.

The difference is, I can see she’s trained hard. Her shirt doesn’t hide her six-pack, her arm muscles are defined—not like a man’s, but just the right size for her. Absolutely sexy.

~Damn~, I think, standing there gawking at her, my twitching cock now a full-on hard-on.

She must sense someone staring because she turns to me and when she sees me, her mouth breaks into the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

She comes running toward me, jumps on me, wraps her legs around my waist, hugging me close. I just hope she doesn’t feel the bulge in my jeans.

If she does, she doesn’t say anything. She just keeps that beautiful smile on her face and quickly kisses me on the mouth.

I stand as still as a statue. I can’t speak or move.

I want to hold on to her like this forever.

She slowly unwraps herself from my arms and waist, and I’m immediately hit with a sense of emptiness.

“Earth to Dean,” she says, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes. I manage to snap out of my trance long enough to greet her, collect her bag, and guide her to my Chevy.

My hand is on her lower back, leading her to my truck. I turn and wave to my friend, who’s staring at us.

Damn, she smelled and felt amazing.

Even now, I can smell her scent on my shirt. It’s intoxicating. How am I going to keep my hands off of her? I’m screwed.

She’s excitedly explaining her training and what she’s learned over the past eight weeks. All the while, I’m thinking about how to get her into my bed.

Damn, she was a natural beauty when we first met, but now she’s phenomenal. Sex on legs. Very long, defined legs, which are tanned and glowing like her arms.

I’m picturing her naked legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

I’m ~so~ screwed.

I don’t trust my voice not to betray my lust for her, so I just keep quiet, nod at the right time, and let her ramble on.

After a while, she gives up trying to tell me about her adventure. She probably thinks I’m not interested because she stops talking and leans her head against the window. She falls asleep immediately.

She looks tired but satisfied. I’m glad she achieved what she wanted in such a short period of time.

She needs to explain to me why all of this happened. I have her to myself for another week. There’s time to have that conversation with her.

When we finally arrive at my apartment, I sling her bag over my shoulder, open her door, and carry her in my arms to the bedroom where she slept before she left.

She must be exhausted because she doesn’t stir once, not even when I take off her boots and cover her perfect body with a blanket.

I stand looking down at her for what feels like hours, taking in every contour of her perfect body and face. She’s an amazing woman. I hope she’ll finally give us a chance.

I invited my task team and Levi over for a cookout tomorrow, Sunday. I just hope Stephanie doesn’t cause any trouble.

Even though we’ve broken up and work together, she still tries to get back together every chance she gets. Always trying to touch me or make excuses to be close to me.

Most of the time I avoid her advances, but she’s one persistent woman.

I’m thankful that we broke up. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is good; but I’ve found myself more than once while being with Stephanie thinking about Emma.

A little messed up, I know, but the girl who’s blossomed into an attractive woman is constantly on my mind.

I check on Emma once more before going to my own bed, but sleep eludes me. I keep thinking of the woman in the next room. When I finally drift into a dreamless sleep, it’s almost time to wake up.