First meeting

Sunday 11pm.

Bette Porter struggled to carry a huge suitcase up the stairs towards her sprawling house in Long Island.  She just came back from L.A. and couldn’t be more exhausted.  Bette was relieved to finally be in her house and get some much-needed rest.  Her driver usually helped her arrange her luggage, but Bette gave both the maid and her driver the week off.  Somehow the rooms seemed bigger as she realized she would be spending another night by herself that is of course unless she found the strength to go to one of the many bars she frequents in New York City to pick up a young girl to bring home.  Bette smiled at the thought of having someone in her bed to hold her, caress her face and massage her tired muscles, but as she entered her beautifully decorated room she knew the only company she would have tonight were her Egyptian cotton sheets and soft overstuffed pillows.  Although she sighed at this thought, she knew her body was too exhausted and she would fall asleep within minutes. As Bette dropped her bags, she changed into her silk boxer shorts and a tight baby-T, sank down in her bed and fell straight asleep.  As Bette slept she couldn’t stop her dreams from betraying her well-guarded feelings, she spent the night tossing and turning thinking of the unseen woman, her scent, her hair, her body what beauty, how could one woman have so much to offer?  This, of course, is all before one actually spoke to her, for when she opened her mouth, her angelic voice captured the interest of the room and everyone had to stop what they were doing, to pay attention.   Bette was no exception.  Bette rolled her body into her covers, dreaming that her blonde captivator was there in place of those sheets.  Her body entwined with another, so inviting, compelling her to go further, to move faster to illicit more pleasurable tones from deep within her lover’s body, screams of delight and moans of pleasure.

Beep Beep Beep Beep

Bette turned over to take off her alarm and wondered aloud: Why does that dream always end so suddenly, I barely know any blondes yet it seems so real, why the ***** do I keep dreaming about Her?