Chapter 2

Sylvia hadn't realized exhausted she was. Once her head had hit the pillow she had fallen fast asleep. But that didn't mean her sleep was un-restless. Sylvia couldn't remember the last time she had slept a full night without being woken by her dreams. It was actually just one dream she had every night. She always dreamed about two sweaty bodies rolling around and hugging and kissing each other, but some how tonight was different. She didn't dream about two lovers, she dreamt of something even more erotic.

Sylvia dreamt that she was in a dark room. No it wasn't just a room, it was a bedroom. The bed was huge, taking at least a quarter of ht giant room. A fire burned low in the fireplace, but somehow still warming the room. Sylvia looked down at herself to find that she was wearing a white night gown, the ones you night picture in a gothic novel, her hair flowing around her in loose waves. Where am I, she thought to herself. She turned in a slow circle to get a look around the room. It was round and big, but with very little furniture. All there was the canopy bed, a vanity mirror with a low table with bottles on top of it, a chair, and a wardrobe. Sylvia looked at herself in the mirror only to discover an outline of a man. She turned around with a shocked gasp to face the man, but somehow wasn't frightened by the stranger.

"You startled me," she heard her dream self say. Sylvia somehow knew the man, but couldn't remember his name. If only he would just come out of the shadows.

Suddenly her dream became a blur. It was like some one had hit the fast forward button on a remote. And as soon as it started it stopped. What Sylvia saw next in her dream surprised her more then anything else. She saw the two lovers in the giant canopy bed rolling around, but instead of having their faces obscured like always, she saw her face and the man that had startled her early. She still couldn't see his face, but she could feel him. She felt his calloused hands roaming over her naked body. Sylvia could feel him grabbing and teasing her breasts with those hands. And when he kissed her she could taste him, all of him. He had tasted like spring when everything is starting to bloom and to be reborn again. The stranger's hand started to roam down her body, one hand still teasing her breast, the other finding her wetness, his fingers teasing her in circles and random patterns. When his fingers slipped into her, she sucked in a sharp breath arching her back to press against his sweaty body. She couldn't stand it anymore; she had to have him, right now.

"Please," practically beg to him. All she needed was to say that one word and he knew what to do. As the stranger, who was Sylvia's lover, entered her, a moan escaped her swollen lips. She loved the way he felt when he was inside her. Loved the way that he fit perfectly in her, like they were made for each other. He brought his lips to her ear nipping at the lope, making her moan with pleasure. Sylvia heard is dark voice whispering bittersweet word to her. She loved the way his rough voice sounded in the moonlight. She loved the ways his sweaty hard body was pressed against her. A moan escaped the man's lips and he whispered more rough words in Sylvia's ear as he was still pushing against her. She wanted to know what he was saying but she didn't understand the strange language he spoke threw his sweet lips. As she felt the rising of her climax begin to build, the man had taken her lips again, his tongue roaming in her mouth. Once again Sylvia tasted the man and he was even sweeter than before. The man's hands plunged into her hair as she sucked on his tongue, another moan escaping his lips. Sylvia could finally feel her pleasure beginning to start around the man.

BANG!

Sylvia woke up suddenly from her erotic dream and into reality to look around her. The wind from the storm (which had picked up) had blown open the doors that led to the balcony. Sylvia rushed out of bed to close the banging doors. She shut them and turned the look on the knob, her heart beating in her chest like a humming birds wings. She rested her head against the window pains trying to settle her breathing. She looked down at her flushed body. She was sweaty and hot like she just had done the rigorous activity she had just dreamed about. Her dream. It was so vivid, so real, she could still feel her wetness between her legs.

After one last shaky breath Sylvia turned around and walked back into her bed. She crawled in next to Sammy and snuggled against him. Opening one eye the cat looks up as if to see who had interrupted his sleep. Sylvia settles onto her side and scratches the top of Sammy's purring head, thinking about her dream. Mostly thinking about the stranger. Her lover.

"Don't be silly, Siv, it was just a stupid dream," she said to herself, trying to stop the tremors of pleasure rolling threw her body. She turns around in her bed; making Sammy jump, and curls into a tight ball, tries – but unsuccessfully – to think about anything else by her dream. A deep sigh escapes her lips. Who was that masked man, she thinks to herself. Resting her head against the pillow and closing her eyes, she falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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"Aaaggghhh. . ." Sylvia groans to herself. Turning in her bed to read the digital clock, and groans again. It was already 11:00 on a Saturday. Sylvia had wanted to do some stuff around the house before noon so she could go out with her best friend to see a movie.

"Go away sun," she says as she stuffs her face into the pillows.

"Sadly, I think that's not astronomically possible. Not yet anyway," a female voice comes from the little rocking chair in the corner of the room.

Screaming, Sylvia turns to face the person she had spoken, also trying to cover her still naked body.

"Geese, Siv, have you ever heard of PJ's or at least an over sized t-shirt," Tammy said. Tammy was Sylvia's lesbian neighbor, also her best friend since Sylvia moved into the building. Tammy was also the friend that Sylvia was going to the movies with too. Tammy was sitting on Sylvia's favorite rocking chair with Sammy in her lap. Tammy acted like it was the most normal thing – sitting there unannounced with a naked woman in the room. She was really annoying at times. But she was like Sylvia's sister at times, although they were polar opposites. Tammy was tall – at least 5'9'' – with red hair – although she was always changing the color. She owned a hair/make-up salon a couple streets ways so she was always socializing. As for her body, well she was a twig compared to Sylvia. Plus Tammy was very lesbian and Sylvia was very straight the last time she checked, Sylvia hadn't gotten laid for months now – and last night didn't really count. But besides the differences between the two, they were really good friends, when they weren't getting at each other nerves.

"Shit, Tam! You know it's not polite to just barge into someone's place. Especially when they're still sleeping – naked," Sylvia replied.

"I technically didn't barge in. I had a key, a key that you gave me."

"I gave you for the keys for emergencies only!"

"I know! I have an emergency."

Sylvia was suddenly very aware that she was still naked on the bed. "My gosh, tam, you're not horny, are you? 'Cause you know I don't roll that way, right?"

"I'm not horny you strange, straight lady! I ran out of tampons, so I came over here to see of you had any, and since you were still asleep, I used the key you gave me. Be sides I'm not the one sleeping naked," Tammy paused as if to think, a smirk growing on her pale face. "Why are you sleeping naked, any way?"
Sylvia threw a pillow at her luckily Tammy ducked just in time for it to fly over her head.

"Get out!"

"Alright, I'm going," Tammy set Sammy down on the ground and practically ran out of the room. Sylvia heaved out a relived sigh removing the sheets that covered her breasts. Suddenly Tammy stuck her head back into the bedroom.

"Hey do you m-" recognizing Tammy's voice Sylvia quickly covered herself up again. But it was already too late; Tammy had gotten a full view of Sylvia's breasts.

"Wow."

"Shut up! What the hell do you want?"

Laughing Tammy replied, "I was just wondering, if you don't mind, can you make me some of that Spanish omelet you made last time I was here."

"Fine, just get out and stay out, please."

"I'm going," Tammy said as she closed the door behind her.

Sylvia waited at least a full minute before she felt comfortable to remove the blanket. Sammy trotted over to the bed and pounced on to curl up next to Sylvia. Well she was having none of that bull crap. She glared down at the cat that immediately backed off, like he knew he was in deep trouble.

"You couldn't have told me she was here," she asked the tomcat.

"Siv, stop talking to the cat, get dressed and get out here, I'm starving," she heard Tammy's voice coming from the kitchen.

God, she's impatient, Sylvia thought to herself as she scooted out of bed to change. Walking to her wardrobe, she noticed something. The same wardrobe that was in front of her was also in her dream. Her fingers stretched out to softly touch the delicate design that was carved into the wood. That can't be, that's too strange. Sylvia felt herself shiver as she grabbed a pair of panties and a bra. Putting them on she walked to her closet to grab a pair of jeans when she noticed something else. The vanity mirror in the corner of her bedroom was the same she had dreamed about. That's just too strange, she thought.

Wanting to get out of her bedroom she quickly out on her clothes and rushed out to the kitchen to see Tammy already cutting the spices Sylvia was going to put in the Spanish omelets.

"'Bout time," Tammy said with an impatient voice. "Hey I hope you don't mind, I started shopping the spices. By the way you're out of tomatoes. Hey, Siv, you listening?"

"What," Sylvia jumped as Tammy pulled her out of her reverie.

"Siv, you okay? You look a bit shaken."

"Yeah, I'm peachy," Sylvia, replied with a bug fade smile on her fake. Tammy could not know about Sylvia's dream or her furniture. Tammy would think that she was Crazier then she already is.

"Whatever, I'm not going to ask."

Sylvia stated making the omelets, getting the pan put of one of the cupboard and the eggs out of the refrigerator. "You know, if I'm ever going to make you a Spanish omelet, I need you out of my kitchen. Now!"

"Fine, I'm going," Tammy said as she walked to the little round kitchen table, Sylvia cracked the eggs and started her task.

About half way threw Tammy was getting bored just sitting there and hungry.

"So what movie do you want to see," Tammy said, making small talk.

"I don't know what's out?"

"Ummm. . . lets see," Tammy went outside for a minute to grab the newspaper. She came back with a soggy looking rag.

"Where's you lab top, I don't think we'll get that much information from this."

Laughing Sylvia replied, "It's in my office."

Tammy went into Sylvia's office and came back, seconds later. It was strange how fast she was sometimes.

A comfortable silence settled between the two as Sylvia finished the omelets. Putting them on two plates and pouring two sups of orange juice, she asked Tammy, "So what's out?"

"Don't know yet. I'm checking my email."

Rolling her eyes, Sylvia set the plate in front of Tammy who then turned her attention away from the computer to start devouring her omelet.

"So," Tammy said in between bites, "why were you sleeping naked last night?"

Choking on her omelet, Sylvia gaped at her. After she caught her breath and a few helping pats from Tammy, she replied, "What?"

"I think you heard me. Why were you sleeping naked last night? Or were you doing something more then just sleeping? Was there a guy over? If so details!"

"You know for a lesbian, you really like the idea of sex between men and women."

"No, I'm just curious about your non existent sex life," Tammy snapped back. "Now stop avoiding the questions – spill."

Sylvia knew that no matter what, Tammy was going to get the out of her no matter what, whether by twenty questions 24/7 or by brutal force. So Sylvia just gave in – saving herself from her own torture.

"Fine I'll tell, you only if you help me clean my place before we go o the movies."

"Deal. And we have to do something with you hair, too."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"Sylvia you keep avoiding the question! Now give, girl."

So Sylvia told Tammy about her dream that she was always and her new one. When Sylvia told her about the love making part, she nearly choked on her orange juice.

"Wow, damn girl, maybe you are horny," she said.

" Shut up! There's more – can I go on?"

Tammy had let her proceed, so Sylvia decided to tell her about the furniture too now that she was this far.

"Now that's the creepiest shit I ever heard, Siv, and I've heard and seen some creepy shit," Tammy had said about the furniture.

"I know," Sylvia replied. "But the thing is that the dream was just so vivid and real. I mean I could actually feel him inside me."

"You're probably just horny. You probably had the dream because you haven't gotten laid in a while. By the way, when was the last time you got laid?"

"I'm not sure."

"Sylvia. . ." Tammy said using her full name.

"Six months," Sylvia replied guilty. Tammy gave a low whistle, her eyes widening in shock and her neatly arched eyebrows rising into her high hairline.

"Don't give me that look," Sylvia said.

Ignoring her Tammy grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the chair heading for the bedroom.

"Tammy, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm not going to have sex with you if that's what you're asking."

Sylvia looked relieved.

"Unless. . ." Tammy said as she turned around to face her when they reached the bedroom.

"Now whose horny?"

Laughing Tammy grabbed Sylvia again and dragged her over to the bed. "No I'm going to pamper you all day and then tonight instead of going to the movies were going to have a girls night out."

"But what about my place? It's dirty and seriously needs cleaning."

"We can clean it tomorrow. No tonight we're going bar hopping and you're going to get laid. Even if I have to bring you to a gay bar and pay some guy to have sex with you."

"My God woman, what had taken over you," Sylvia replied backing away from the crazy lesbian.

"You not getting laid, that's what has gotten into me. I mean who wouldn't want to tap that ass."

Blushing Sylvia didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell of Tammy was complimenting her or hitting on her.

"Listen," Tammy said, "Today I'm going to glam you up so you can have fun tonight. So we can have fun. You need a fun night, you worked for it."

Deliberating Sylvia finally gave in – again.

"Fine."

"Wonderful! Now hop in the shower while I'll get my supplies," she said as she was walking out the door.

"Do I really have a choice," Sylvia asked behind her.

"No," was all she heard and the front door opening and closing. Sighing she stepped into the shower. She might as well play along, besides Tammy said she deserved it.

Turning on her radio so she could listen to something while showering, Sylvia smiled to herself. Tonight was going to be fun.