by Alix Labelle
“Hey,” she mumbled, although it was meant to be ‘good morning.’ “My head hurts.”
Faye disappeared and came back with aspirin and a glass of water. “You don’t seem to sleep well.”
Evelyn took the aspirin. “I’m not sure,” she said and emptied the glass of water in one go. “I think I had the same dream again.”
Speaking of that, she looked down and noticed her large t-shirt was still on. Could it really be a dream? She reached down to slide two fingers into her vagina and winced. She felt sore. Then, she examined her wrists for bondage marks but they were only faint ones. Her ankles certainly felt sore and so was her jaw.
“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird since yesterday.”
Evelyn pulled Faye into her embrace and apologized if she ever hurt her or being too rough during their sexual intercourse.
“I had the same dream again,” she cried. Faye’s eyes softened at the sight of Evelyn’s tears. “But this time I was being gagged and I reached pure climax. It was intense and yet surreal. But I’m confused. Look,” she extended her wrists to Faye and showed her the marks, “these marks were real and I feel sore below.”
“It was just a dream,” her girlfriend soothed.
“It couldn’t be.”
“If that’s so, do you know the man? Do you recognize his face?”
“No,” she said, feeling thorough dismay. “He was wearing a leather zipper mask. Just like the one I bought for you. I couldn’t catch his scent, except he smelled fresh from shower.”
Faye planted a soft kiss on her lips and said, “Does it matter? It was simply a dream, after all. Probably you’ve drifted into a lucid dream. Besides, it was a nice wet dream for you. Don’t you think?”
Evelyn felt somewhat frustrated. “Aren’t you worried at all? What if it was real? What if I was raped?”
“You couldn’t be,” Faye sighed and kissed on her forehead. “I was with you the whole night. But, if you want to believe it your way, then believe it.”
Something about the way she stare made Evelyn questioned her sense of trust, and in some way, she felt betray. Her girlfriend was awfully calm.
“Brendan made us pancakes. We’ll be in the kitchen,” Faye said. “Take a cold shower and pack your bag. We’re going to the lake house today after breakfast.”
“Okay. I’ll be right there.”
Once Faye was out of sight, Evelyn took a deep, deep breath.
“Something is definitely not right,” she mumbled to herself. “If only I could hear the soft whisper again…”
And her mind drifted to the image of Brendan’s smile.
***
On the road, the sun was shining brightly. Evelyn had her sunglasses on and pretended to be asleep. The window was rolled down and the wind was warm but comfortable. Faye drove all the way to her parents’ lake house. The journey was half day away from the city.
Evelyn blamed the humid weather for her shortness of breath. In truth, she couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. She was still debating in her mind whether it was a dream or in some way was real. Her womanly instinct told her the possibility of actual occurrence was higher with those marks on her wrists and the soreness between her thighs as solid evidence.
As much as she hated not knowing the truth, deep down she was enjoying it. Recalling back her favorite moment was the feel of a solid human flesh moving inside her. The feeling was different. Not even a dildo or a vibrator could satisfy her that way. She was able to feel her vagina was being stretched slightly with each thrust and tightened again when he pulled out. Then, realization hit her that she knew nothing about her body sexually.
They made a stop at a gas station. Evelyn freshened herself in the restroom. Through the mirror she noticed her skin was glowing and looked healthier. Could it be the effect from the wet dream? She would like to believe so, but she brushed the thought away. Maybe the reason for her to feel caught in the dilemma between reality and fantasy and how she refused to admit – not even to herself – that she enjoy the touch of a man (even purely fantasizing), was mainly her guilt of betrayal toward Faye. Nonetheless, she was pleased it gave her skin a pleasant glow.
To lighten up the rest of their journey, Evelyn asked Faye for a simple description of the lake house.
“It’s more of a getaway house for us actually,” Faye said. “I called it the lake house because it’s right next to a beautiful lake. My parents called it their honeymoon chalet and Brendan called it his cave.”
“Cave?”
“Man and their adjectives,” Faye laughed. “He said it’s his territory whenever he needs some privacy. None of us should be there when he’s occupying the house.”
The remark made Evelyn snorted sarcastically. “He sounded like a big ass dominant.”
Faye cachinnated. “No doubt about it. One thing to confirm his dominating personality is that he hates sharing. And he always gets what he wants. Never fail.”
“Never fail?”
“Never.”
The road scenery changed into a one-way route between two straight lines of tree. Suddenly, the mood changed.
“Brendan once had a woman he loved,” Faye started to utter about her brother’s past relationship.
“He was smitten with her and would exchange his life for hers.”
There was a moment of silence, and she waited for her to continue.
“He often brought her over to the lake house to spend their time together. He even built a garage for her. She was a mechanic just like him and they both shared the same interest in motorcycles. He would always tell me about her and how he would propose to her someday.”
“What happened?” Evelyn started to scratch on her curiosity. In her mind, she was forming some sentences and choosing the right words to ask about her girlfriend’s brother without sounding too suspicious or showing her sudden interest in Brendan.
“That bitch just ran away with another rich bastard because she said she couldn’t keep on living her life as a mechanic and certainly not with a mechanic.”
“That’s sad,” Evelyn thought loudly and bit her lip when she realized it, but Faye didn’t seem to notice anything.
“It was a pathetic excuse indeed, and that just show how she’s not worth my brother’s time and love. Brendan overcame it eventually, although it took some times. It still breaks my heart recalling those moments.”
“Well, how about now? Is he seeing someone?” She turned her attention to see Faye’s smiling face when she didn’t hear an answer. “I hate it when you smile like that.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t tease. You know I hate that even more.”
“I’m not teasing,” Faye smiled. “I’m just curious why my lover is interested in my brother’s current availability.”
Evelyn’s face burned. She blamed her wet dream for changing her sexual perspective.
“I’m just trying to get to know about you and your family,” she defended. “You wouldn’t want our relationship to keep going without getting to know each other’s family, would you?”
“Calm your horses, woman. No need for such justification,” Faye chuckled.
Evelyn turned her face toward the window and let the wind cool off the heat. What’s eating you up, Evelyn? She began to question herself mentally.
“To answer your question, Brendan is not seeing anyone. But I do know he has a huge crush on you.”
The air grew heavier around Evelyn and she had to take several deep breaths before she blacken out. “That’s awkward and I don’t find it funny.”
“And I’m not laughing.”
Faye made a turn and the sight of the lake house appeared.
“It’s beautiful,” Evelyn stated in awe. It was neither big nor small, but in moderate size.
“I hope you’ll like it,” Faye said. “It’s really not big considering my parents originally built it for themselves, so the first floor is basically a
bedroom with a king size bed, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom. The ground floor has a small kitchen plus dining area, a sitting room, and a small bathroom.”
Evelyn noticed something. “Aren’t you going to keep your car in the garage?”
After unloading their travel-sized luggage, Faye said, “Remember when I told you a while ago that Brendan built a garage for the bitch that dumped him?”
“Yeah…”
“The garage you’re looking at is it. This lake house never had a garage until my brother built it.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off it.
“Come on, babe, let’s go.”
The couple walked hand-in-hand. After setting their bags in the house, they took off their shoes and ran to the front yard. The soil was cool beneath their feet and the grass looked healthy green.
“Ah, this reminds me of my college days when I would bring some friends for a sleepover or barbeque party and talk about dreams and future while counting the stars.”
Evelyn snaked her arms around her girlfriend’s small waist and kissed her neck. “I will make love to you while we’re counting the stars tonight,” she whispered and then gently bit her earlobe.
“That was my favorite spot,” Faye said, pointing at the two sunbathing bench at the end of the dock. Then, she turned around and leaned up for a passionate kiss. They shed their clothes like a snake would shed its skin.
“In that case,” Evelyn muttered breathlessly, “let’s make it your favorite again.”
They made love under the mid-afternoon sun and didn’t mind the burning touch from the bench. At that moment, Evelyn had forgotten about the dream, the marks on her wrists, and sexual fantasies with men, or the soreness between her thighs. Although she winced when Faye’s tongue slid inside her core, she was able to brush it off and looking forward to wonderful, romantic nights. Unknowingly to her, these ideal thoughts were only temporary.
They lied on the bench until the sky turned dark. After another love-making session in the shower, her girlfriend decided to cook dinner. They had steak with mashed potato and chose beer over wine. They talked about random stuffs in the sitting room with some pop music playing in the background. They laid a comforter on the floor and surrounded themselves with pillows, and enjoyed each other’s company
“I have a present for you,” Faye said.
“Is it my birthday already?” Evelyn joked. “I’m sure Christmas is still far away.”
Her girlfriend rolled her eyes and reached for a small box from her bag. “I’ve never given you anything before, and it is always you who showers me with beautiful gifts.”
“That is because I’m the man.”
Two of them stared at each other for a while and then laughed about it. The box opened and revealed a pair of one piece fishnet body stockings with an open crotch. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “This is interesting. Do you want me to wear this?”
Faye crawled to her lap and straddled her. She swept her long raven hair to one side and seductively kissed Evelyn.
“You definitely want something tonight,” Evelyn muttered softly and continuously nibbled Faye’s lips. “Spit it out now before I refuse to listen.”
Tongues were sweeping against each other and then followed by moans. Faye pulled away slowly, cupping the alpha’s face and said in her most sensual tone, “I want to please you tonight.”
“Mm…” Evelyn moaned. “You please me all the time.”
“I want to please you the way you please me.”
Evelyn’s pulse was racing and she knew what her girlfriend was asking.
“Just for tonight, Ms. Silver, we’ll switch roles and you won’t regret it.”
She cringed when the words reached her ears. The thought of being tied gave her chills. She felt her wrists burn. The hesitation was real. A soft hand sneaked past her belly and cupped her pussy, and then she felt a circular motion stimulating her pink pearl. “Okay,” she sighed in pleasure.
Faye smiled pleasantly. “Wear this,” she said and pointed at the stockings. “Meet me at the garage.”
THE END
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An Alien Sentiment
Prologue:
The name on the mailbox was Lewis. It wasn't his name. The house was not his. The body he wore was not the one he had been born into, in the traditional sense. He stood on the outskirts, and he watched. As the weeks drew on, he moved in nearer, watched more closely.
That was when she moved in.
He hadn't intended for any of it to happen the way it did. And yet, he thought sometimes, perhaps it had been meant to happen that way. Perhaps, after all, it was possible for two beings to be meant for each other, even when they came from such very different places.
Chapter One
Lily Frederick was not, in any way, extraordinary in her own mind. She was just another woman in the last years of her twenties, still unmarried, still looking for the place in life where she would fit. In the meantime, she worked a job she didn't particularly hate, lived in a house she didn't particularly like. It was a life in limbo. Or it might have been, if not for the thing that made it worse than that. If it had not been, she thought sometimes, for that, she might have been happy. Or almost happy, at least.
She sighed softly as she let the door shut silently behind her, stepping out onto the little cement path that curved from the stoop to the edge of the driveway. The day was warm, summer officially settling in, but not yet so hot that it was uncomfortable to walk outside for a few minutes. Under a thick fall of auburn hair, her neck was a little warm, but she paid it no attention.
Her flip-flops made a quiet flapping sound against the cement as she crossed the driveway to the mailbox. She wasn't really paying much attention to anything beyond her goal as she opened it and scooped out the letters that waited within. Turning back toward the house, she flipped through the minimal pile. Most of it was junk mail, destined for the trash. There was a letter from the bank. That would undoubtedly be unpleasant.
"Lily," a voice called, jerking her out of her contemplation.
She looked up to find the man who lived next door watching her, his own mail in his hands. He was dressed, as he usually was, in clothes that didn't quite match the summer look in a suburb—slacks and a button-up shirt—but the heat didn't seem to bother him. From this far away, she couldn't see the color of his eyes, but she knew from other encounters that they were dark. Dark like the slightly too long hair he wore brushed back from his face. It was a nice view. A good way to take her mind, for a few minutes at least, from the rest of her daily life. Her hand lifted in a wave.
"Good afternoon, Corbin," she called.
She turned before he could invite her closer, starting back toward the house. There was too much to be done to linger outside chatting with the neighbors. If he had planned to call her back, he must have thought better of it, because she heard his footsteps, and then the sound of a door closing. She stepped inside, door shutting behind her.
In the house, it was dim and cool, most of the blinds pulled shut. Her father was still sleeping upstairs, and he wouldn't be happy to be woken up. She set the mail on the counter and opened the newly finished dishwasher, putting dishes away with slow care so as not to cause too much a racket. They were hot in her hands.
Her thoughts turned, as they too often did, to the man asleep in the master bedroom. He had been a good father once, she remembered. Someone she looked up to. As she pulled another set of plates from the dishwasher, she shook her head. Whatever he had been then, that had changed. He had never gotten over her mother's death. When the drinking started, it had all gone downhill.
Now, he drank more often than he didn't. She'd tried to get him into rehab, but he'd walked out on the second day. If she could just have kept him there a while longer, she thought, things might have been different. But the drinking had only g
rown worse, and his body was threatening to succumb to its affects. They'd been to doctors, who had all told him the same thing: he had to stop. He'd never listened.
Lily slid the few dirty dishes into the empty dishwasher and straightened up, tucking a lock of hair back behind her ear. It wasn't until then that she realized she'd been crying. She brushed the tears brusquely away and shook her head. Crying wouldn't do anything about it. Right now, all she could do was make sure her father had a roof over his head.
It was easier said than done.
Chapter Two
The door closed behind her, and Lily took a moment to lean against it, breathing in and letting the air out on a slow sigh. It had been a long day. There were worse jobs, but working as the manager of a retail store wasn’t exactly relaxing.
"Lily!"
The shout made her startle. Reluctantly, she moved away from the door, setting her purse down on a convenient chair as she stepped into the kitchen.
"Dad," she said cautiously. "What can I help you with?"
He was leaning against the counter on one hand, swaying a little.
"Where the hell is the bottle of vodka I left in here last night?"
Lily's jaw tightened.
"I threw it out," she said evenly.
His hand slammed down on the counter with enough force to make her jump. "And just what makes you think you can do that, Lily May?"
Lily took a deep breath, tightening her jaw and pushing her shoulders back. "This is my house, Dad."
He looked at her for a long moment. "Your house. And you think that just because you pay your own bills means you can throw out things that I paid for myself?"
"You didn’t pay for that bottle. I did. And even if I hadn’t? My house, my rules." The words were an echo without an immediate source. He’d said them often enough, when she was a kid. Her father’s eyes narrowed, but Lily stood her ground despite the sick twist in her stomach. "If you're going to drink yourself to death," she said quietly. "I don't want you doing it here."
