She spun her hair around her finger three times and pulled it above her head.
“Is that good?”
I nodded, moving the bar over her shoulders.
“Did you— Should I— Was it just your shoulders?”
“You can continue, if you want. I’ve always wondered what your hands feel like.”
It was just a dream. I could enjoy myself a little more…
I spun the soap in my hands until they were sudsy then placed it back on the holder. I started at her neck, forward over her collarbone, along her arms, down her sides.
“Turn around.”
She did while I re-soaped my hands. I dropped to my knee, moving over her hips and ass, down one leg then the other. She squirmed a little while my hands were at the top of her thigh.
You’re dreaming,I kept reminding myself.
I worked back up over her abdomen and chest. She was breathing heavy by the time I met her eye again.
“Do you feel clean?”
She nodded. “Would you like me to do you next?”
“I— What?”
“Soap. Would you like me to soap you?”
“Um…” I looked down at myself still fully clothed, soaking wet. “I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
She stepped closer, hands sliding under my shirt. My skin scorched under her touch, even dreaming.
“I don’t mind.”
Her hands kept moving up my chest, bringing my shirt up with her. I lifted my arms so she could pull it over my head. She hummed, popping up on her toes so her face was closer to mine.
“In fact, I might just insist.”
I found myself leaning in, hands going to her hips. Her lips were so close I could just?—
“This isn’t real.”
“All the more reason to enjoy myself a little longer.”
My grip tightened.
“I can’t.”
“I can.”
Then she was kissing me and any will I had to stop this evaporated under her touch. Her hands were tangled in my hair while she urged my lips to part. I slid my hands over her ass and down to her thighs so I could pick her up. Her legs went right around my waist.
I was so fucked. I should be trying to wake myself up. This wasn’t real. Maybe that was why I was letting it continue. This was the closest I would get to her hands on me, her body pressed against mine, her tongue working with mine. The closest I would get to having her in my arms.
As close as I would let myself get for now.
