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I must have fallen asleep because I dreamt of Aaron and myself in a steamy embrace, our lips and tongues entangled in a duel. My hands are clutching his firm behind, pulling him into me. He has penetrated me, and I'm breathless. I move my hips against him, wanting, almost begging him to give me more. He dips his head into the hollow of my neck and suckles the sensitive skin, sending electricity to my very core. He kisses my breasts, sucking gently on each nipple as he moves slowly inside me. He rolls over, on top now, stroking me with his rigid staff, each time hitting my favorite spot. I lift my hips, my pussy wet and swollen as he fills me up. We ride the wave building up to a crescendo as we crash into each other repeatedly until we both release ourselves. Shudders rack my body. I feel sated and full. I can feel him still throbbing, and I squeeze him, the last drops dripping off the tip of his dick as he pulls out. We fall asleep in each other's arms.
I wake up disoriented. Excellent, my panties are soaked. How can we keep our distance from these types of dreams? I'm somewhere between awake and asleep when I hear the door open.
Chapter Thirteen
Aaron
EagleCreekgolfcourseis beautiful as the sun rises over the palms, making the greens glisten as it burns off the dew. We get our carts, clubs, and balls and stop at the restaurant to order Bloody Marys. Scott and I share a coach on the ride to the first tee.
"What did you two do last night, little brother?" Scott asks in a sly voice. I just glare at Scott and keep driving.
"Come on, you can tell me. I promise not to poke fun at you." I look at him, his face full of sincerity, and I choose to believe him because I need to talk to someone.
I don't give him details, but I tell him that the evening was terrific.
If I let myself, I could fall for her again. I'm seeing a side of her I have never seen before. I almost get the sense she has feelings for me too."
"Seriously, brother, you need to make this fake engagement real. You two were meant to be together, which is fate's way of opening your eyes to your future. Lie or not, you two love each other." Scott sips his Bloody Mary while I stare off into the distance.
High school was so long ago. Could we still have feelings and not realize them? We have been hiding behind our friendship for years — comfortable in our ways, not taking any risks for fear of losing what initially bonded us. Maybe we must be more afraid of losing each other if wedon'tshare our feelings.
The morning's conversation is still playing in my head. I agreed to pause on the intimacy, but deep down, I'm hurt. I could tell her how I felt. What if she doesn't have feelings for me? What would happen to our friendship if she didn't? I can't risk it. I just need to continue with the charade of the engagement until it's been enough time to end it.
We are at the first tee, and I take my first swing. It's a beautiful arc and lands just in front of the hole on the green. Well, at least my golf game isn't taking any hits today. Scott's, on the other hand, could be starting better. His ball lands in the water with a plunk. We play 9 holes. I'm in the lead with a negative par six, and after that, we head back into the clubhouse. We turn in our gear and grab a table at the grill.
"Another round of Bloody Marys', gentlemen?" I'm greeted with vigorous nods. We order more drinks and burgers and chat.
"What shall we do tomorrow?" My dad asks.
I shrug, noncommittal about making plans on vacation. I have a surprise for everyone, but I will share it at dinner tonight.
Instead, I say, "I don't know, let's wait till we meet up with the women and talk about it tonight." The rest of the conversation turns to sports, and an argument ensues about who the best pitcher in the league is. I don't watch many sports, so I sit back, entertained by my brother and dad.
We leave the grill and meet the women in the suite. Their shopping adventure went very well. Bags upon bags are sprinkled throughout the place. Some have clothes spilling out of them.
I walk into the room and find Erica fast asleep, hugging a pillow. Her back is bare; the sun has made its mark on her. Her skin is tan and glowing. I sit on the bed, my dick hard as a rock, as I take in her beauty.
She stirs and rolls over, exposing her beautiful, firm, aroused breasts, and she smiles when she opens her eyes. Suddenly, she realizes she is showing off her goods and grabs the covers. I laugh, and she hits me with a pillow.
"I know we agreed on no more intimacy, but could I just kiss one of your breasts?" I lean in, prepared to close my lips around a nipple, and another pillow makes contact. We are both laughing now.
I head into the bathroom for a shower. Walking into the room and seeing Erica in bed, bare-chested, gave me such a hard-on. I wanted her so badly, and I had to pinch myself so she wouldn't notice the tent I was making in my shorts. I'm not sure I want to back off on intimacy with her. It was a different experience with her than with anyone I have ever been with.
I stand under the hot water, but my dick is growing harder by the minute. I close my eyes and imagine Erica naked, tan, and at the mercy of my fingers. I see her head thrown back in pleasure as I replace my fingers with my mouth. I push her legs up, caressing the inside of her thigh as I lay kisses all around her mound, then claim her clit gently with my teeth. I can hear her breath coming fast. She wraps her hands in my hair, rubbing herself against my chin. I grab my cock and begin stroking it while I imagine entering Erica slowly. She welcomes me by spreading her legs wide. She squeezes me tightly with her swollen walls. I grip myself tighter, stroking faster now as I see myself over her, looking into her eyes. She meets me with each thrust, and I stroke harder, more quickly. I can feel myself on the brink, the water running down my back. In my mind's eye, Erica moans loudly and cums over me in waves. I release myself into the running water, cumming hard. I muffle myself so I don't groan, which makes the climax last longer than usual. When I'm finally done, I finish my shower, a slight smile on my lips, feeling relaxed.
I dress and walk into the bedroom as Erica slips her dress over her head. I glimpse her breast, and instantly, my body responds. She turns around, and we lock eyes. I can see heat in hers. I don't think our intimacy hiatus will go well for her.
"New dress?" I ask, leering at her like a perv.
I quickly look away and pretend to look for my wallet, stuffing my erection between my legs.
"Yes, your mom approved it too." Great. My mom is approving my fake fiancée's clothing. Not weird at all.
We get ready to go down to the restaurant. We enjoyed it the first night we were here, so we made another reservation for tonight. We get seated and order, and then I pop the surprise on them.
"EPCOT!" Erica squeals in delight and throws her arms around me.
Had I known it would make her this happy, I might have told her sooner, but watching her childlike glee makes my heart soar, along with my arousal.
