My body was crying out for a good fuck, but the only person I could get a hold of was the one person I couldn’t have sex with. Or shouldn’t. Gah w...at a mess. Well he probably wouldn’t even if he could. Or would he? Hmm. I remember he would always try to be sneaking glances at me when I came out of the shower, or walking into my room unannounced. I’m sure he stole my underwear and bras from the laundry bin too. Maybe he would fuck me if I wanted. Of course, I would have to play it right. It was. .. comfort you?" We put the covers back and she held me while I told her about the dream." Why didn't you call me, Sammy? You told her, but you're just now telling me," she said, sounding hurt."I didn't tell her everything." You didn't?" I didn't tell her the part about you. You're the only one that will ever know the rest of the dream." That's sweet of you, Sammy." I dreamt about the night I asked you if you had inserted your diaphragm and you said you didn't remember. I dreamt that you had a. Riverside paths. Alleys behind clubs where crowds of bodies sweat together, blending alcohol, smoke and musk into the unmistakable aroma of indulgent recreation. We smelled the smells of nature and of humans. They lodged in the backs of our throats and on our tongues. And when particular pheromones reached us, we took lovers, greedy for their essences to also lodge in our throats and on our tongues.With those tongues, we tasted. We opened our mouths and brought the world into them. We imbibed. I enjoyed the taste of her and I kept licking and eating her. I pointed my tongue and burrowed into her pussy as it parted her labia my tongue was rewarded with the exquisite taste of her juice. Soon I was like a puppy at a saucer of milk, licking and lapping up as much as I could as fast as I could. Cathleen was obviously into what I was doing as she reached down with both hands and spread herself wide making it so much easier for my tongue to explore her pussy. My tongue explored all of her.