A Real Dream
Enrico
I didn't see Rachel all day, which was unusual, considering I was at home, and she took care of my father, even though he didn't approve of the idea at all. I concluded that she was avoiding me, and every time I looked for my father, it was always Lindsay who was responsible for taking care of Joseph.
But I wasn't going to force a situation. I understood that she must be uncomfortable with what had happened in my room the previous night when I returned from the trip. She probably feared that I would demand an explanation for why she had entered my room, especially when I wasn't at home.
I didn't intend to do that. Rachel already had her own internal enemies to face, and I really wasn't concerned that she had been in my room. Rachel clearly didn't touch any of my things, except for the photos of my mother, which I didn't consider a serious problem. It's normal for her to be curious about my mother, a sensitive subject for my father that I always respected, so I avoided it at all costs, but my room was a private place, and I saw no issue in having pictures of my mother in it.
At night, as planned, my teammate came to my house for dinner. The night was very pleasant and even fun because he and Lindsay seemed to get along very well from the moment they met. It was undeniable that they had a compatible chemistry and energy.
Despite the always sharp words when directed at me, Joseph was not a completely unpleasant companion, as always happens when there are other people with us. It was also not entirely friendly.
— And have you experienced London nightlife, Lindsay?" Bruno asked, smiling.
— Not as much as I would like — Lindsay didn't act shy — I'd love to explore the famous pubs, but I haven't had the chance so far.
— Then you've found the perfect person to introduce you to our culture — Bruno wasted no time in offering.
My friend was already playing his cards, and I tried to hide a smile.
— I thought you were Brazilian — Joseph commented with bitterness — You should seek an authentic Londoner to show you around London, my dear.
This time the laughter was spontaneous and accompanied by the laughter of Lindsay and Bruno himself, visibly leaving Joseph irritated.
My friend managed to persuade Lindsay to accompany him to a pub, promising to return early since she claimed to have work the next day. While Lindsay helped Joseph settle, I kept him company while he waited. After their departure, I could finally retire to my room.
Overall, the night was pleasant. However, something persistently disturbed me. Even when I was already lying down, I questioned the whereabouts of Rachel and whether she was really avoiding my company, as everything suggested.
After spending more than an hour tossing and turning in bed, I couldn't resist the temptation to go to the kitchen, with the faint hope of finding Rachel there or maybe in the hallways. After all, she must know that I had already retired for the night.
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In reality, I suspected that she had assisted Lindsay with my father, as Lindsay returned too quickly and was already dressed in different clothes, suggesting that it wasn't her who helped Joseph. After all, Rachel seemed to be avoiding my company, and I began to doubt if she was really shirking her duties, as I had momentarily imagined.
My expectations were thwarted when I couldn't find Rachel anywhere. Even after lingering in the kitchen for over half an hour, pretending to be interested in a container of vanilla ice cream, Rachel didn't appear, contrary to my hopes.
It seemed like scenes from cliché romances had no place in my life. I remembered the situation where I found her in my room and how she saw me only in a towel. I began to think that perhaps I didn't know how to seize the opportunities that life presented to me.
I sighed resignedly, determined to return to my room, but before that, I tried the laundry room, hopeful that maybe I could encounter her in that part of the house, but I was once again frustrated.
It was better to give up on that nonsense and try to sleep. I wasn't a teenager anymore, trying to engineer unexpected encounters with the girl I was interested in. Besides, that phase had long passed.
I returned to my room and did exactly what I had set out to do—sleep, even if it meant counting sheep until I reached a million!
I felt the sensation of a warm body next to me in bed, something quite unusual. However, due to my semi-conscious state, I couldn't immediately comprehend that this was impossible. Instead, I convinced myself that I was dreaming—a remarkably vivid dream. I seized the opportunity to hold the hands that embraced me and rearrange our positions. Initially, the warm and surprisingly delicate body was behind me, touching my back. Now, I brought it forward, hugging it tightly to prolong the dream as much as I could.
I began to explore the softness of the feminine body, noticing the presence of ample and firm breasts, a slender waist, and the curve of the hips. Since it was a dream, I could call that woman by any name I desired, so I saw no problem in calling her Rachel. After all, it was my dream, my rules.
“Delicious” I said, kissing her on the curve of her neck “My Rachel… all mine…”
As I kissed her fiercely and passionately, I felt immensely happy because at least in dreams, Rachel was with me, in my bed, letting me touch her the way I desired while whispering in her ear.
The feminine body seemed to respond intensely to my caresses, perfectly understandable since the dream was mine. But she began to squirm, trying to twist within my embrace, which she eventually succeeded in doing, and her mouth eagerly sought mine.
Her taste was the same as Rachel's, and I couldn't resist indulging in her lips, nibbling them and then kissing them gently to alleviate the rough way I had attacked them.
Her arms were also around me, pulling me closer, demanding even more from me. I intensified my caresses, moving my hands to the curve of her buttocks and pressing her closer to me, letting her feel how aroused I was.
“I want you, Rachel… A lot!” I spoke in a tortured manner “Too bad this is just a dream…”
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