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Authors: Maria Vickers
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sucked.
But what dawned on me as I got out of bed and grabbed a cup of coffee, was that I was going to have to talk to the subject of my fantastical dream at some point that day. Maybe it was a good thing we were only chatting online. I didn’t want to imagine how I would react to him, or better yet, how my body would react to his nearness. Although it had only been a dream, when I woke up my body was flushed, my breathing erratic, and I oozed wetness from my lower half. My body wanted him.
With zero doctor appointments and nothing to occupy my thoughts for the day, I predicted I would remain on edge all day.
Unfortunately, my disability would not allow me to work any longer, and I had to fill my day doing other things. I would write or read when my eyes allowed it, but even that was never an all–day affair because they got tired rather quickly and I wound up with extreme doubled and blurred vision. Audio books, television, naps due to constant exhaustion, and playing with Curley occupied much of my normal day.
Therefore, with zero doctor appointments, and nothing concrete to do with my day, the dream I had of Bryan in all of his Batman glory was replayed throughout the day. God help me.
Chapter 9
Emma
Thankfully, I didn’t get the chance to talk to him the day after my crazy dream. His services were needed elsewhere, and I tried not to think of what that meant exactly. It could have been anything from Uncle Sam demanding his attention, his roommate finding another psycho girl to hook up with, or maybe he had his own itch to scratch. Those options were my top contenders, and I leaned toward the latter.
Bryan was a military man whom I thought was sexy as hell with his dimpled smile and tats covering one arm. I remembered he said he had more, and I also remembered thinking I wouldn’t mind exploring his body. Yeah, I went there. So if he appealed to me to that extent, I knew how much he probably appealed to other girls. I mean the night we went to karaoke, no less than six women tried to hit on him. Mel finally wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lifted a leg to hook around his hips, and pumped her own pelvis back and forth a few times dry humping him. To put a cherry on top of her newly staked claim, she kissed his cheek. Or was it a sort of claim?
In actuality, it couldn’t have been a real claim on him since her fiancé, Luke Ransom, stood five feet away from her little performance laughing as girls shot Mel the jealous evil eye wishing she would drop dead right here so their claim on Bryan could be staked. If looks could kill that night, I would be down one friend, and Luke would be without a fiancée.
Bryan and Mel always acted like that according to Luke. The two had known each other since high school and were best friends. I did ask one time why she never dated him, which caused her to practically gag at the thought of it. Correction! She did gag and almost threw up.
Apparently, one night while at a friend’s house during their college years, they had been dared to kiss each other. Not ones who typically backed down from a challenge, they gave themselves a pep talk to try and bolster their courage, and did what they had to do to succeed. The first clue that this story would end badly, they had to use liquor to go through with it. And the second clue, they got wasted. One shot hadn’t cut it. They both had multiple shots of tequila. When they both felt ready, they turned to each other, leaned in for the kiss, and Mel yacked on Bryan. After she threw up on him, he threw up on her, and back a forth a couple of times. Gross.
That night changed things between them. Before, she only considered him a friend, nothing more. After that night, the mere mention or passing thought of kissing Bryan caused her gag reflex to start working overtime. She could kiss his cheek, hug him, and other friendly gestures because they were safe. But kissing him on the mouth…NO GO!
Plus, I
But what dawned on me as I got out of bed and grabbed a cup of coffee, was that I was going to have to talk to the subject of my fantastical dream at some point that day. Maybe it was a good thing we were only chatting online. I didn’t want to imagine how I would react to him, or better yet, how my body would react to his nearness. Although it had only been a dream, when I woke up my body was flushed, my breathing erratic, and I oozed wetness from my lower half. My body wanted him.
With zero doctor appointments and nothing to occupy my thoughts for the day, I predicted I would remain on edge all day.
Unfortunately, my disability would not allow me to work any longer, and I had to fill my day doing other things. I would write or read when my eyes allowed it, but even that was never an all–day affair because they got tired rather quickly and I wound up with extreme doubled and blurred vision. Audio books, television, naps due to constant exhaustion, and playing with Curley occupied much of my normal day.
Therefore, with zero doctor appointments, and nothing concrete to do with my day, the dream I had of Bryan in all of his Batman glory was replayed throughout the day. God help me.
Chapter 9
Emma
Thankfully, I didn’t get the chance to talk to him the day after my crazy dream. His services were needed elsewhere, and I tried not to think of what that meant exactly. It could have been anything from Uncle Sam demanding his attention, his roommate finding another psycho girl to hook up with, or maybe he had his own itch to scratch. Those options were my top contenders, and I leaned toward the latter.
Bryan was a military man whom I thought was sexy as hell with his dimpled smile and tats covering one arm. I remembered he said he had more, and I also remembered thinking I wouldn’t mind exploring his body. Yeah, I went there. So if he appealed to me to that extent, I knew how much he probably appealed to other girls. I mean the night we went to karaoke, no less than six women tried to hit on him. Mel finally wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lifted a leg to hook around his hips, and pumped her own pelvis back and forth a few times dry humping him. To put a cherry on top of her newly staked claim, she kissed his cheek. Or was it a sort of claim?
In actuality, it couldn’t have been a real claim on him since her fiancé, Luke Ransom, stood five feet away from her little performance laughing as girls shot Mel the jealous evil eye wishing she would drop dead right here so their claim on Bryan could be staked. If looks could kill that night, I would be down one friend, and Luke would be without a fiancée.
Bryan and Mel always acted like that according to Luke. The two had known each other since high school and were best friends. I did ask one time why she never dated him, which caused her to practically gag at the thought of it. Correction! She did gag and almost threw up.
Apparently, one night while at a friend’s house during their college years, they had been dared to kiss each other. Not ones who typically backed down from a challenge, they gave themselves a pep talk to try and bolster their courage, and did what they had to do to succeed. The first clue that this story would end badly, they had to use liquor to go through with it. And the second clue, they got wasted. One shot hadn’t cut it. They both had multiple shots of tequila. When they both felt ready, they turned to each other, leaned in for the kiss, and Mel yacked on Bryan. After she threw up on him, he threw up on her, and back a forth a couple of times. Gross.
That night changed things between them. Before, she only considered him a friend, nothing more. After that night, the mere mention or passing thought of kissing Bryan caused her gag reflex to start working overtime. She could kiss his cheek, hug him, and other friendly gestures because they were safe. But kissing him on the mouth…NO GO!
Plus, I
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