I’m a long-time reader of GWS, but never had the courage (or experience, truthfully) to post any of my own stories. But recently, I finally had a real-life moment which I thought was worthy of telling, so I took a chance and posted it. I didn’t realize how exciting it would be, or how encouraging the community would be for me to write more (thank you for giving me some confidence).
For those hoping for an update on Sophie, I don’t have one, at least not yet. I *think* she’s invited me to Thanksgiving dinner at her place, but her recent messages have been vague, which is strange, because she isn’t usually shy about telling people exactly how she feels or what she wants. Since the Halloween party, our chats have been a little awkward, like when you first meet someone and don’t want to say anything weird or offensive.
So, yeah, no updates, which begs the question: what is this post about? Well, I had a dream. Big whoop, right? I can just hear the collective groans from readers hoping this was going to be as steamy as an anal orgy with six of my former college professors while tied up in a sauna next to a gimp and his medieval collection of torture implements. (BTW, I’m not judging. I would *totally* read that story.) But I digress.
Yes, it was *just* a dream. But it was a pretty sexy dream, at least to me. And when I woke from it, I was a hot, sweaty, writhing mess, and I thought it might also be GWS worthy. So here goes nothing, I guess.
We were on top of a grassy hill. It was sunny, but not hot or cold. Sophie was behind me and we were back-to-back, leaning against each other. I couldn’t see her, so I’m not sure how I knew it was her, I just did. Part of me wanted to turn and see her face, to look into her blue eyes again, but our bodies were in perfect balance and the warmth radiating from her felt amazing through the light, thin fabric of my sundress.
Sophie felt warm against my back, but it was more than just warmth; there was a sensation of electricity, like we were feeding off of some invisible current ebbing and flowing between us, charging each other up and filling the other with some unexplainable and mysterious energy. I could feel it throughout my body, in my toes and fingertips. And it kept building, waves of heat and pressure, my heart pounding, my mind racing, overwhelmed and yet wanting more. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t think of anything, my mind was a chaotic jumble of thoughts. Thankfully, she spoke first.
“Emi…” she said, softly.
I tried to breathe. I tried everything to regain my composure and respond. But I still couldn’t speak. I wanted to, but my lips felt super glued shut, my lungs were seized, unable to function, and unwilling to take in or release any air.
“Emi…” she repeated, a hint of a question in her voice. “Did you feel it, *too*?”
I fought to respond. Say words. Any words. I forced every fiber of my being, every ounce of desire to coalesce into an answer to her question, and I finally willed myself to speak.
“Yes,” I said, the word escaping my lips at the end of a held breath.
“I knew it,” she said, her shoulders relaxing against mine.
Logically, I knew I was in a dream, that this wasn’t really her, but I let myself be carried away in the moment, to believe that this was really happening, that we were really here, together, alone.
“Sophie…” I said, hesitantly.
“MmHmm?”
“I… I don’t know how to…” I stuttered. What was I trying to say? Even in dreams I was a bumbling, anxious mess. Then I felt her body lift and turn, and I felt her chest against my back and two hands wrap around my sides until they clasped against my stomach. She rested her cheek against my shoulder and felt her breath against my neck.
“Me neither,” she whispered softly into my ear.
Her heartbeat pulsed against my back, matching my own in rhythm, and our breathing became synchronized, two bodies rising and falling like they were one. Heat radiated onto my lower stomach from her clasped hands, or maybe it was my own heat reflected by her palms and fingers, heat and electricity, charging me up again, wanting more. Then I felt her lips against my neck; soft kisses inching their way upwards–
And then she was gone. Stupid alarm. I snoozed it and desperately tried to fall back asleep and return to that place with her, to feel her warmth, her touch. But it was useless, so I resigned myself to getting up. Then I looked at my phone — at my latest message from Sophie.
*Thanksgiving came so fast, right? Can’t wait to stuff myself full of pumpkin pie!*
I typed a reply.
*Yeah, can’t wait! I make a pretty good pumpkin pie : )*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qvywbj/my_f_thoughts_of_a_friend_f_continue_to_overwhelm