The family room was bursting with energy. Just as expected when young adults from different universities gather to watch the championship game of the UAAP. Commentaries about the players left and right, as well the endless taunting, especially if there is one who comes from a university which has not been included in the finals for the longest time.
Well, that person is me. Having no interest in the game, or the annoying (and so true) comments, I decided to retreat to my room where my new Neil Gaiman book was waiting. Stepping inside my room, though, all thoughts of the reading went away. Something was odd.
The warm midday sun bathed my room in eerie golden yellow. The breeze, coming from the open windows, was rather warm. The sound of rustling leaves was like a lullaby, enticing me to sleep. I gave in. I lay down and closed my eyes. The noise from the family room and the passing vehicles started to sound farther and farther away.
As I drifted off to sleep, I remember wondering if the door to the balcony was locked. Then a face loomed in front of me. It was a man, with fair skin and a straight nose. Deep set eyes and full lips.
Surprised as I was, I did not feel scared. Immediately, I told myself that I was dreaming. The face was sad, but there was a calming quality to it. His was a gentle face. Then he turned and started walking away. I followed. We were out in the street. Strange, isn’t it, how in dreams, we feel like we know something, been somewhere, without really grasping what and where it is. It felt that way; I felt that I was walking on familiar grounds. He met a woman, svelte and timid. Like the man, her eyes screamed of sadness. Or was that of longing?
Then I was back in bed. I turned to lie on my back and noticed that I was naked. My right breast was exposed, the nipple erect. Before I can even make sense of what was going on, he emerged from my side. Gently, he took my nipple in his mouth. A sensual, tingling sensation started from the tiny piece of flesh and spread quickly to the rest of my body. He started squeezing my other breast which made me arch my back.
Slowly, he went on top of me and positioned himself between my parted thighs. looked into my eyes as I felt pressure inside my pussy. Hard and big, it was sliding deeper slowly. He stopped and pulled it out. Slowly slid it in again. He started moving, still slowly, creating a rhythm of sliding inside and out, going deeper and deeper inside my core.
I started moving, too. Moving my hips to meet his thrusts. Then I opened my eyes and found myself alone in bed. Sweat on my forehead.
Right away, my mind started racing. That was too real. That was, still, just a dream. Yet, I felt it, just as if, I was with a man.
Then I remembered. It was not the first time such happened. I doubt if it will be the last.