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"Isabella" Dream man whispers. His hand is on the base of my neck with his thumb caressing my cheek. I think his eyes are closed and he skims his nose along my chin, mouth and nose as if drinking me in. He places small kisses on my eyelids and my forehead and pulls me close to him. I feel so cherished in this moment. We're standing on a beach watching the sunrise. He looks down at me while brushing my hair from my face. I still can't make his out, but I know he's breathtaking. "Do you know you fart in your sleep?" he says.
Wait... What?
I'm pulled from my happiness to look straight into the face of Emmett who has found my stash of chips. "Finally!" He bellows with a mouth full. "I thought I was gonna have to come in here banging pots and pans. "Haha 'banging'"
"What do you want douche? I was sleeping!" I yell and attempt to pull the covers back over my head but his big greasy paw stops me.
Great, now I have to wash that blanket.
"It's almost noon B, mom and dad are on their way over to pick us up for lunch. I thought you might like to take a shower. You stink like a locker room"
"No, that would be you. Whenever you think something stinks, it's always going to be you. But I'm not surprised since the only time you shower longer than five minutes is after the new Victoria's secret catalog gets here."
After I shower and decide on my favorite jeans and t-shirt combo, throw my hair up in a messy bun, I walk downstairs just in time to see my parents roll up. Charlie and Renee just honk the horn and Emmett and I scurry out the front door like we're afraid they'll drive away. We love the weekend lunches with our parents, and not just because it's free food. We're a close family where the smiles are genuine and the conversations are never forced. I know how lucky we are to have this, but I don't have to tell them. They know we're lucky too.
The diner on Main Street has had the same menus since they opened about fifty years ago. The food is greasy and delicious. I opt for a slightly healthy spinach omelet while Emmett gets the lumberjack special, and a side of biscuits and gravy. Now, it already comes with one order of the gut cement mind you, and Marge knows this, but she also knows Emmett. She just writes it down without looking at the pad and switches her glance to my mother for her order. I roll my eyes and sip my coffee, thankful for the caffeine that is now racing through my arteries.
"Are you two looking forward to your big trip?" Renee starts with a sigh. She and Charlie have never been out of the states and are a little hurt that we didn't ask them to tag along. She knows we've saved for this trip forever and are old enough to take care of ourselves, but the mother part of her worries because she knows that we can't wait to cut loose and start some "international incidents" as we like to call them.
"We are stoked, Ma!" Emmett manages to get out through his gravy milkshake. "And since B promised not to have us stay in one of the hostels where they take American tourists and burn their eyeballs and.."
"Em!" I shout interrupting him before my mother's mind can process any more of what he could add to that sentence. "We're really looking forward to sightseeing and bringing you home lots of olive oil." I say to Renee while I hold her hand under the table. The woman has no idea how to cook, but goes through a ton of olive oil because she thinks it goes in everything.
"Well, I hope you remember to take your travel kit I made for you Bells." Charlie adds. I shake my head yes and thank God he can't read my mind and the dirty thoughts I'm having about tying some delicious man up with the wrist ties he put in there. Oh to find my dream man and cuff his wrists behind his back while I made him beg for the smallest touch. The snorting laughter of Emmett when Charlie mentions the word 'penetration' when discussing the sea hawks game brings me out of my lust filled haze and back to the corner booth.
"How is your dream man these days?" My mom whispers and I'm worried my thoughts really can be heard. We share everything, so when I started having the dreams with a recurring star, I told her about it. She likes to tell me it's the universe's way of preparing me to meet my soul mate, but I think it's me needing a man. "He's good. We went for a walk on the beach last night." I say as I look down at my plate. "Did he try and drown you or bury you alive?" she asks with a smirk. "No, ever since I stopped watching crime dramas, it's been all romance." I reply and she sips her coffee and acts like she knows something I don't.
After lunch our parents drive us back to our apartment. Renee gets out and hands each of us a little wrapped gift. Charlie stands on his side of the car with one arm on the top and the other on his open door. I open my box to see a new digital camera that could possibly fit in the back pocket of my tightest jeans. "For you to email me pictures of you every day" my mother says as she wipes away a tear. I hug her and tell her I'll do just that. Emmett got a new leather money clip. He picks Renee up and swings her around like she bought him a freakin car. A few more hugs and promises to call every day and my parents were driving their truck down the street and it was officially time to pack.
I tip toed into Emmett's room with the gift I had gotten him behind my back and then held it out in front of me with an innocent smile. He grins and pulls a small bag out of his dresser drawer. He opens his and I can't keep the laughter in as his eyes go wide. "A fuckin fanny pack B?" he cries. "Not only are these things only cool on eighty year olds, this is from the movie Hostel! Are you trying to get my nads turned into fuckin soup?" He looks like he's about to have a panic attack so I tell him to open it. When he does he sees the real gift, a kick ass passport holder that I tell him will keep his nads safe. He looks a little sheepish then when I open my gift. It's a generic gift card addressed to me and from '?'. Upon closer inspection I see it's for a 'thorough pipe cleaning'.
"Hardy Har Har." I say and Emmett guffaws and falls onto his bed where he has his "kinda clean" pile of clothes ready to pack. I head back over to my room and get the list I wrote out so I don't forget anything. When anyone else sees 'Misc.' on my list they may think I mean any extras I can think of last minute. It's really code for my vibrators. I don't know if I'm going to meet anyone over in Greece, and I've been taking matters into my own hands for awhile now, so I know what I need. I have Tiffany, my trusted gold vibrator that I can't bear to part with because we've been together so long, and a key chain vibe that looks like chapstick. I may be shy, but I have this fantasy about using that puppy in public. Maybe this will be my summer.
After everything is ready, I yell out my door to tell Em good night. He answers from the kitchen while ordering a pizza. He says Greece may not have good pizza, so he wants to have it once more before going without for a summer. I swear, if he didn't workout seven days a week, he would weigh seven hundred pounds.
At first I can't get to sleep because I feel like I'm waiting on Santa to come and bring me presents. This trip is years in the making, and the anticipation is fantastic. I close my eyes and hope I get to see my dream man tonight and that he comes to Greece with me. I would miss him if he stayed here I think.
"Isabella, I've been waiting for you all day." He murmurs into my mouth between kisses. "I've been counting the minutes until you were mine again." His hands are moving from my shoulders to my wrists and the straps of my tank top go with them. My nipples harden from the cool air they are now exposed to. He brushes the backs of his fingers against them and I gasp with delight. He is now kissing my jaw and my neck whispering sentiments of adoration and love into my skin while his hands cup my breasts as if he were afraid I may disappear any moment. "I need you to stay with me tonight, all night. I want to show you how beautiful you are." He says looking up as if for confirmation. "I wish I could see your face" I tell him, and I sound more desperate than ever. "Soon, Love" he replies and I feel his lips on my collarbone. I reach to pull his shirt off and feel his beautiful body. He is so perfect and I know that no real man will ever compare. I want to be sad but then he slips his hand below my waistband and I forget everything except that he's touching me. Then I feel the wetness pooling between my legs and I'm startled by how real it feels even though I know I'm dreaming. I see dream man start to fade away as I'm pulled back to the surface by warm wetness. I blink a few times and sit up to turn my light on to make sure Emmett hasn't put my hand in warm water again. I am surprised to find blood, and lots of it ruining my pants and sheets. "Fuckin cockblocked by Aunt Flow" I say to no one. A girl can't even get even get dick in her sleep. Fuck my life. I hope dream man understands and comes back later on. I think I may have a real-life crush on him.
OK, Chapter 2 down. We're headed to Greece next! Please let me know what you think. I'm going out of town for the weekend, but reviews may entice me to post chapter 3 before I go. (Hint hint)