luxuriated in the afterglow of her first orgasm for weeks. Eventually, although she doubted it was strictly necessary, she got dressed before conjuring up a blue door in order to leave the dream.
Upon waking, Kate was slightly embarrassed to find that Richard had returned to the chamber. Surely he couldnât know what she had been up to?
âI was just about to join you,â he said, his voice tinged with disappointment.
âSorry,â she replied, âMaybe next time?â
âIt would be a pleasure.â
Kate didnât feel quite so woozy when she sat up on this occasion, but Richard advised her to take her time, just in case.
âSo, when are you due to visit again?â he asked.
âTomorrow morning,â she replied.
âDamn, I canât make tomorrow, Iâve got an appointment in London.â
âYou work weekends?â
âNo rest for the wicked,â he said.
âDonât worry,â she told him, âIt wonât be my last trip.â
âIâm glad to hear it,â he said, then offered her his hand. Kate accepted it as she stepped off the table. Whether it was because she was still feeling so aroused from her dream, she couldnât be sure, but his touch felt electric. Richard seemed to sense something to, for he gazed at her intently.
âYou know, you have the most beautiful eyes,â he remarked, before reaching up to smooth away a strand of her hair that had fallen loose.
They were standing so close it would have been the easiest thing in the world for her to edge forwards and plant a kiss on his lips. Just as the pair were about to embrace, Kate noticed that Sylvia had woken from her dream and was watching them.
âAssuming that weâre awake, donât mind me,â Sylvia said.
Had she still been dreaming, Kate probably wouldnât have hesitated, however, she was eager to maintain the differentiation between her dreams and her waking life, so she pulled away from the kiss, much to Richardâs disappointment.
Dexter
After leaving the dream centre, sensing that Kate wasnât overly anxious to return home to an empty house, Sylvia suggested that she spend the night at her place. Eagerly Kate agreed, but popped home first to throw a few bits and bobs into an overnight bag.
When she arrived at Sylviaâs apartment Kate found that her host had gone to town, breaking open the wine and hand made Belgian chocolates. The two girls retreated to the living room where Sylvia proceeded to lower the lighting. As Kate sat down on the sofa she asked, âWhatâs with the ambience? Are you trying to seduce me?â
âDonât be silly,â Sylvia replied, but then aroused Kateâs suspicionâs further by lighting a couple of candles and sitting next to her on the sofa.
As the evening drew on and the wine flowed Kate relaxed and the pair found themselves discussing the events of the recent dream they had shared.
âYouâre so outrageous,â Kate said.
âI think most of us are, up here,â Sylvia said, tapping her right temple.
âYou mean in our subconscious?â
âAbsolutely. Thatâs the beauty of Dream World. It allows you to tap into your subconscious without burdening you with the guilt of acting out your deepest darkest desires in real life.â
âYou mean the sort of thing you got up to with Robbie?â
Sylvia smiled. âThat kind of thing.â
Kate shook her head. âI donât know how you could, in front of all those girls.â
âCâmon, donât tell me that the thought didnât cross your mind?â
âIt might have done,â Kate admitted.
âAnd you canât deny that you werenât turned on by him.â
âA little, I suppose.â
âMore than a little from what I could see,â Sylvia said.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI spotted what you were up to.â
Kate blushed. âI
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