A Libidinous Dream

An old friend had come for a visit to my house in the country...she, her husband, and her two darling children, one of whom was yet a babe in diapers. She’d been my best friend in high school, and the maid of honor in my wedding. And she hadn’t changed a bit…or so I thought. Her hair and smile were the same, her warm brown eyes sparkled just like they always had. She was the same good Catholic girl, caring, full of warmth and peace.

After putting the kids to bed, she knocked on the door of my spacious bedroom. I climbed out of my king-sized bed, the soft pillow-top seeming like clouds under my naked body. I quickly drew on a robe and opened the door. Liz stood there, “Can I come in?”

“Sure…sure…” I opened the door wider, then shut it behind us. The room seemed suddenly warm.

“Ken has trouble sleeping but I gave him an extra sleeping pill so he should be out for awhile,” she whispered.

“Ok…” I whispered back, more than a little confused.

She asked if she could sleep with me, then, because her husband snored, and I told her that was fine but I’d have to put some clothes on.

“Oh, don’t bother,” she said, and she turned around to undress as I clicked off the light and slipped under the covers, letting my robe fall to the floor.

The baby’s wail cut through my steamy thoughts and Liz quickly dressed again, telling me she’d be right back.

I fell asleep at some point, and I awoke to the feeling of a warm body brushing up against mine. In the dim light of the alarm clock on the bedside stand I could make out Liz’s soft curves, her tan skin, her full breasts, her flat stomach that gave no signs of the two little ones she’d borne, and the black thong that slipped between her ass cheeks. A thong. But she’s a good Catholic girl.

Her feet slipped lightly down my body, down over my hips, along my legs, and suddenly she drew close, her brown eyes looking into mine.