Tuesday, July 21, 2009

SOMETIMES IT TAKES A DREAM TO WAKE YOU UP

As I stepped out of the shower I caught a glimpse of myself. Water glistened off of reddened ivory skin; my long hair was damp and clung to my back. The scars on my chest were swollen and pink from the heat of the shower. I closed my eyes and quickly wrapped a towel around myself before I found myself standing there picking myself apart and thinking of a thousand reasons not to go tonight.

I had looked forward to tonight for weeks. Since my divorce party a month ago to be precise, that night had been amazing and the best part of all was when Mark asked if he could see me again. I had lusted after him for two years but said no because of my marriage. I continued to give it one more chance, another try every time I was at my breaking point and the thoughts of Mark, my best friend’s brother got pushed aside in the chaos that was the death throes of my marriage.

Since then Mark and I had dated, just like when I had in high school. Dating as an adult was different though, I wasn’t a shy, young girl anymore. I was a woman with a woman’s desires and needs. I would have let Mark have me on the first date, after a good night kiss that left me breathless but I couldn’t. The thought of him seeing me, naked and bare, scared me to the point of frigidity.

Tonight was the night though; I had promised myself that I wouldn’t back out this time. In fact we were having dinner at my place so that I wouldn’t have the drive home to talk myself out of it.

Checking the clock I hurried and dried my hair, straightening into a ruby wave that flowed down past my shoulders. Slipping the short black dress over my perfumed skin I almost changed my mind about wearing no underwear. Instead I put on sky high stilettos and walked out of the room. I had a plan and I was going to follow through even if it killed me.

Mark was at the door precisely at 9 and I had a bottle of wine chilled and ready to pour. Two glasses later we were cuddling on the couch, his hand sliding down my silky calf and back up again, higher each time until his fingertips brushed the hem of my dress. His touch mesmerized me, enthralled me so much that when he stopped mid thigh I groaned.

His grass green eyes met mine and searched for the answer to his unspoken question. I could tell he didn’t want to be rejected, not again. When I tried to say yes my mouth was dry so I spread my legs a little, that fraction of an inch answering for me.

Mark pulled me to him, forcing me to straddle him as his mouth crushed mine. Weeks of frustration and longing made his kiss punishing and I met his assault with my own. He held me close to him as he explored my body with his hands.

Moaning, I rocked my hips against his hard cock. My cunt was swollen and craving, needing something only he could give. Mark pulled back from me and told me to stand in front of him as he knelt on the floor in front of me. Pushing my dress up he trailed kisses up to my wet slit and slowly parted me with his tongue. I cried out in ecstasy as he sucked hard on my clit, an orgasm hitting me almost instantly.

“Cassandra, I must have you,” Mark said as I he took his mouth from my quivering pussy. “Strip now and let me take you.”

“Mark, wait,” I said, trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t meant for this to go so quickly, I had meant to tell him earlier. “I have to tell you something. Something about my body….”

“Oh, Cass, I love you for you and your body is wonderful. Please let me see more of it, I need to be inside of you.” Mark was pushing at my dress as he stood. His words comforted me and suddenly a botched boob job didn’t seem so bad. I let him take the dress the rest of the way up.

Retching sounds filled the room and I could hear Mark running through the house. He had stopped with my dress around my head and I had to struggle to get back into it to see where he had gone.

The front door was open and Mark was almost to his car. I called him name and he turned just before jumping in, a look of horror on his face.

”Mark….Mark come back….I can get it fixed. Mark….Mark…..”

Mark faded away as a familiar voice intruded from nowhere.

“Cass, wake up. It’s time to go,” Sarah stood there with her gym bag in hand and her purse in the other. “Dr. Goldstein isn’t going to wait forever. We have to be prepped by 8 a.m.”

Oh yeah, today was my breast augmentation. This time next month I would no longer be a boring B but a full blown double D. The dream though, the look of terror on the mythical man of my dreams face.

“You know what Sarah; I think I changed my mind. I think for now I’m just going to stay a boring B. I’ll still go with you if you want me to though.”

Two months later I couldn’t help but notice how much attention Sarah’s chest was getting as I sat alone at the bar. A guy sat down beside me and I looked up. He had the most amazing eyes, like the green grass of Ireland.

“Hi, my name is Mark….”

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