Friday, December 17, 2010

The dream started in a record shop with Kasia and I was wandering through the aisles looking at Stryper and Judas Priest albums. I was wearing a long skirt and was very embarrassed about it. I went through the stacks of old Metallica albums and it occurred to me that I hadn't listened to them in about 15 years, so I promised myself that I would make some time to go back and listen to all of my old Metallica CDs.

I finally settled on a Michael Jackson christmas album and he was wearing a Santa hat on the cover.

I went into the other room where the store employees shot a stack of albums out of a cannon (similar to the t-shirt cannons at sporting events) and since I was in the front I caught about ten of them. As I quickly flipped through to see what I had won I could see that all the other shoppers behind me were upset and expecting me to share. I had a "Red Hot Chili Peppers-Live" album, another Michael Jackson album, and a few others that I wasn't going to give up no matter how pissed the other customers were because I knew they wouldn't appreciate them as much as I would.

Next, I was over at my old roommate Wendy's place where she was living with my friend Tom H.. It was a railroad apartment so there was a living room in the center and two rooms on each side that lead to each of their bedrooms. The front door was next to Tom's bedroom and I sat between the two doors while he and I had a long conversation. The topic waned on being a bit perverse and I had to be careful not to get too raunchy because I didn't want to offend him.

My cousin Christian was there at first, but eventually he turned into my old friend Melissa C. (and thankfully, which you'll see why in a moment). At some point we began to talk about her job, which was at the old factory where we used to work. She said that she has polyps on her asshole and explained how their Engineer Ernie loves to gossip about who has which various venereal diseases and he always mentions her and another girl who has mouth herpes.

At this point we were laying by the front door next to Tom's room and eventually we started messing around. I rubbed the outside of her jeans for a few minutes before going down and pushing my face into the front crotch area of her jeans. She was really worked up at this point and unfastened the button, pulling the zipper down and guiding my hand inside. It was warm and moist on the back of my knuckle and I was just about to pull her pants down when we heard a loud noise coming from Tom's bedroom. We immediately stopped, fearing he would come out of the room and see us there in our tangled heated mess.

I tiptoed towards the back room where Wendy's bedroom was connected to in the hopes that we could migrate to the pull-out couch and not be disturbed. As I approached the room I caught Wendy just heading back into her room. She was completely naked except for the small dildo that hung convincingly in front of her and I had to really look to make sure it wasn't real. As our eyes met she smirked and said "He just doesn't get why he has to do this, but I don't care!" referring to the poor (or lucky) person who was the in next room presumably about to lose his virginity.

Obviously she wasn't going to mind if she came out later to find two people screwing on her couch, so I got Melissa as quickly as my legs could go, and within a few minutes we were on the pull-out bed with the glow that exists between two people in the first few minutes of foreplay.

I was so excited to explore her after so many years of intrigue.

I began by kissing her neck, cheek and arms, making my way down to her stomach, making sure to pay special attention to that sexy hip bone. I pulled her shirt up to her neck and my mouth wandered up to her tiny breasts, lightly sucking her nipples until they were hard enough to tug and twist with my fingers. I couldn't believe my luck.

After a few minutes I went down to help remove her pants (as if it would take too long for her to do it herself) and as she spread her legs to let me in I pressed my nose into her pubic mound and took a few deep breaths just so could take a second to enjoy what I was about to do.

I slid my nose down into the top fold of her lips which were already wet with lust, and pressing my tongue into her body I proceeded to get lost in the sweet taste and smell of her womanhood.
I wanted desperately to push her knees back to her chest so I could spend a moment licking her asshole but I remembered her polyp situation and wasn't sure if it was contagious or not so I made myself refrain.

After a while I had my clothes off and was on top of her rubbing my cock along her soaking wet lips when she pulled out a camera to take a picture. I was elated at the fact that she would even be okay with taking pics, and I got up to grab my camera but she quickly pulled me back down. I wasn't sure if it was because she didn't want more pics or if she was excited for me to be inside of her, but I was too modest to assume the latter so I figured she was just camera shy.

As long as I got a copy of the pic she took so I could "enjoy" it later I was perfectly okay with that assumption.

I don't recall how it ended that night, but the next morning she was definitely back to being my cousin Christian again. We were walking down a New York street and I was pointing out various things to him as I knew it was his first time here (which isn't true at all). He was eating a cup of yogurt with a spoon shaped like a large orange skull and was insidiously dipping the spoon into the yogurt and then stamping it onto the windows of all the stores we passed. The results just looked like blobs of yogurt so I looked back and said "It's not working" hoping it would deter him from continuing.

We went under a tunnel of some sort and passed a homeless woman who was standing against the wall begging for change. Christian asked her some derogatory question and I was so embarrassed. I remember thinking"Why can't visitors from the Midwest figure out what is racist and what is not?!"

The dream ended with us walking through the subway system, and that was the end of the best dream ever!

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