“I—”
She shushed me again. “I also want you to follow your dreams and never give up no matter how old you get before you get there. Don’t ever stop before you feel like your wishes, hopes, and dreams for yourself have been fulfilled.”
“How—”
She lifted a finger, her raised eyebrow shushing this time. “When I’m gone, and no longer with you, I promise you I will haunt you like a ghost. I’ll whoop at you every once in awhile, so you’ll remember that I love you. They’ll be times when you’ll feel me near, and they’ll be times when I’ll feel far away. Don’t be afraid of my death. I’m looking forward to my next adventure because I’ll finally get to be with my own beautiful daughter who I lost so long ago.”
Tears burned my eyes and she pressed a tissue in my hands.
“You’re so much like her, and I have been so lucky to raise you, but it’s time for me to be with her now. I look forward to sitting with her and catching up on everything that’s happened Earth-side. I look forward to telling her all about you and how amazing you are. My love is a never-ending circle, Caitlyn. You’ll have to understand that I love you and move on with your life. I want you to start living.”
No amount of tissues could stanch the flow by the time she was finished.
She kissed my forehead and disappeared. I looked around the room, nervously searching for her. As I searched, I realized I wasn’t in our home anymore. I walked into a candlelit room with breezy white curtains that billowed from floor-length windows. Standing before me, silhouetted in shadows cast by the candlelight at the other end of the massive ballroom, was a man. KP. He wore an exquisite tuxedo.
I laughed and said to myself, “Are you serious, Gran? This guy?”
He approached me, laughing as well. “Yeah, this guy.” He swept me off my feet and into his arms.
He slowly twirled us around, set me down, and bowed. I wanted to sneer at him and scoff, but it was a dream, so I might as well enjoy it as Gran suggested. I reached out my arms and let him lead me across the floor. We started dancing like Belle and the Beast did in the Disney movie, which must have been Gran’s doing because she loved that movie. I didn’t.
Our dance quickly became more seductive as he brought me in closer. Our bodies melted into one another’s, and we moved and gyrated with each other. We weren’t being lewd, but we weren’t being subtle either. Now, I was desperately hoping that Gran wasn’t watching. Everything we did was foreplay. The way our bodies oozed over and teasingly moved against the other’s was titillating my nerves, creating searing tension.
As soon as the music ended, KP leaned in for a kiss. It was warm and seductive. The pull to his embrace, deep and magnetic. He offered his hand once again and walked me out of the ballroom and into a bedroom down the hall. I tried not to snicker. But dream KP seemed very serious and extremely intent on getting me into that room, which was opulent and alluring. Once inside, he turned me around and kissed the back of my neck as he slowly unzipped my beautiful gown. As it dripped down my shoulders, he sprinkled kisses from the nape of my neck to my shoulder blades, sucking and nibbling as he went, making me squirm. He then slipped my dress down to my waist and used his fingers and the palms of his hands to trace the landscape of my back.
His fingers nimbly danced along the edges of my bra strap.
“May I?” he whispered in my ear, being a gentleman.
“Mmm,” was all that came out, as I was shockingly bad at this kind of seduction.
Even the dream me was a dork in the bedroom, but dream KP didn’t seem to care as he deftly removed my bra and tossed it to the floor. He then shifted me so that I was facing him as he looked at my body. I blushed and tried to push him away.
“Don’t,” he commanded, “you’re beautiful.”
I giggled nervously. “I just, this is so weird.”
“Is this weird?” he asked as he kissed my lips gently.
“No,” I sighed.
“Or this?” he said as he kissed my cheek softly.
I shivered. “Um, pretty G-rated.”
“Oh?” He leaned in and took one of my aching nipples into his mouth and tugged slightly with his teeth.
I moaned, no words necessary.
He then moved to the other nipple as he wriggled me out of the dress, hooking his fingers into my panties as he slid the whole garment off. Within seconds, I was completely bared to him, naked and vulnerable.
“I never do this,” I confessed.
“You aren’t doing it, I am,” he cooed as he kissed his way down to my stomach, sending lightning bolts of electricity through my whole body.
“Ahhhh,” I whimpered.
He continued down to my legs and inner thighs, spreading them carefully so that I was completely exposed to him. He then stood and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently upon it.
“Tell me this isn’t happening!” I rasped.
“It’s not happening,” he answered as he tossed off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, “so enjoy it.”
He had a good point. I let myself relax a little. As soon as he was undressed, he lay beside me, kissing me again. I opened my mouth, and his tongue danced with mine. He tasted sweet and felt strong and commanding as he explored places where only his kisses had been. His soft palms grazed over my breasts, flooding me with heat and prickling sensations. His hand drifted slowly down to the place that was aching for his touch. I pushed myself up to meet his wandering fingers, but he remained slow and methodical.
“So eager.”
“It’s a dream, we can get to the good stuff without penalty,” I panted, arching into his hand.
“But this is the good stuff,” he said as his fingers traced patterns over my skin, igniting a fire within me.
“Ahhhh.” I was back to guttural sounds again.
He smiled. “Is this what you want?” he asked as his finger slowly slipped lower and touched the folds of my neglected lady parts.
I closed my eyes. “Better.”
“How about this?” he asked playfully as he parted my legs and slipped down between them.
A rough sizzle of electricity traveled across my skin as he tasted me. His hot tongue poured over my delicate folds, gently lapping between them as rockets of sensations flew about me recklessly. He started a gentle circular motion that had my insides in knots, making me want to explode. It both tickled and burned, making me ache all over for more. When his tongue thrust inside of me, wet and hard, I gasped and shattered.
“Oh my god!” I cried as his tongue continued to lap up my ecstasy.
He stopped for a moment as I cooled down a little.
“I like being called a god,” he teased.
“You can’t do that with your tongue,” I scolded playfully.
There was a devil under his expression. “Watch. Feel.” He accepted my challenge, bathing my pussy with his mouth.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed his hair and begged. “Please!”
“Please?” He flashed me another sinister sneer. “Please what?”