by someone else. And not in a dream either. And on top of that, it had been by a woman.
'Oh shit,' Marni said, suddenly sitting bolt upright on the table. 'She knows who I am… but I don't know who she is!'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marni came down to dinner and received the shock of her life. There, sitting side by side at the table, were two gorgeous, dark-haired women, twins.
'Marni,' Beth said, 'I want you to meet our house… Velma and Thelma. And don't try to tell them apart unless they have those chokers around their necks. They're identical twins.'
Both girls said hello and Marni's last hope of finding out which one of them had been her lover in the sauna passed. They both had low, husky voices, and they both spoke on an identical plane of pitch.
Both girls were tall, statuesque, with long black hair that was pulled back severely from their faces and hung in one long braid down their backs.
Conversation during dinner consisted mostly of little comments about the coming party that evening. Only once did one of the girls direct a comment to Marni.
'I understand you're married,' Thelma said.
'Not any longer than I can help it,' Marni answered.
'What's the matter?' Velma said, 'Doesn't he give you enough?'
Beth's glass slammed down on the table. She glared at the girl. 'I told you about that, Velma.'
'Okay… okay, all right, I'm sorry,' the girl said, and turned to Marni. 'I apologize.'
'It's all right,' Marni said, biting her lip. 'It was quite the opposite. He gave me too much… he was animal.'
'Owwww… I kind of like animals,' Thelma said.
Beth coughed and again centered a scathing look on both the twins.
All conversation stopped for the rest of the meal.
As soon as the table was cleared and little Tim was put to bed they all left. Marni got into her robe and curled up in front of the television. But she couldn't keep her mind on the programs. It kept going back upstairs to the sauna and what had happened there.
She also thought a great deal about the twins. They seemed so young to be close friends of Beth and Tim. Marni guessed that they weren't over three years older than she was. And they seemed hardly the type for house guests.
The screen got fuzzy before her eyes. Her head nodded. She slumped in the chair. When his voice came through her consciousness she raised her head.
'Hello there,' he said.
'Hi,' Marni replied.
'I'm Tom… from next door? I just came over for some more ice.'
That was strange, she thought. They were having a party and he was wearing a robe. Why would he wear a robe to a cocktail party?
'You must be the sister?' Tom said.
'Yes… I'm Marni.'
He was very handsome. He was staring at her strangely. She was sure she could see his cock standing in the front of his robe like a flagpole.
That meant, she thought, that she was in the midst of another dream.
It must be a dream. People don't go to parties with their robes on.
But it was a strange dream. The strangest she had ever had. She felt woozy, sleepy, and in all her dreams she was always wide awake.
'You've sure got two beautiful tits,' he said.
'What?' she replied, jerking her mind back to the present situation.
'You've got nice cakes,' he said.
No one in her dreams was ever that crude, Marni thought. Only in life would someone, someone like Homer, call her breasts 'cakes'. It was certainly a strange dream.
He had moved until he stood directly in front of her and over her. His eyes were not looking at her tits even though his hands were still fondling them.
Marni looked down. Her robe was open. She was leaning languidly back in the chair with her nude body clearly exposed to this man she had never met before, and he was playing with her tits.
Yes, she thought, it was a dream. It must be a dream.
She got into the spirit of it. Marni leaned forward and pulled his robe open. 'You've got a nice cock,' she said.
'Whoopie,' he replied. 'That bastard, Tim. Hidin' you all this time. Probably savin' you all for himself and Beth. Maybe just for himself, if I know him. He should have brought you to the party.'
'The party?'
'Yeah. He said you weren't a swinger and you hated men.'
'Oh no,' Marni replied. 'I dream about men all the time and I dream about their cocks. I love cock. I suppose I've had over a hundred cocks. I fucked my doctor in the hospital you know?'
'Oh yeah?'
'Sure. And I just fucked Tim in the sauna upstairs this afternoon.'
'Yeah…'
'No… I'm sorry. It was in the club. Yes, I guess I'm confused because this seems to be different than my usual dream.'
'What dream?'
'The one we're… I mean, the one I'm having now,' Marni said, shaking her head.
'Baby, I think you must have had too much wine for dinner.'
'Yes… yes, that's probably it,' she said.
'But,' he said, 'who am I to say what the hell it s… you wanna dream… let's dream.'
He reached down and pulled her up from the chair. Marni came against him willingly. Her soft pubic hair came in direct contact with his cock. It slid between her legs and the hard ridge raced back and forth against the heated folds of her cunt.
'That feels good,' she moaned.
'Oh shit, you are really all woman,' he said, groping for her cunt with his hand. 'Nice high tits, good ass, and wide hips.'
'I'm a real good fuck,' Marni said. 'All my lovers say that.'
'I can hardly wait to find out,' he said as she ran her hand down and wrapped it around his cock.
He jammed three fingers up her pussy.
She jumped. It hurt her. She thought that was strange also. She could usually do anything in her dreams and it never hurt her. Why would just shoving three of his fingers up her cunt hurt so much?
He noticed. 'Hurt?'
'Yes,' she replied. 'I don't know why. It's not supposed to.'
'Well, a… look,' he said, suddenly afraid that he had gone too far too fast. 'If you don't want me to fuck you, it's okay. I'd love to eat some of that pussy of yours.'
'No, that's okay,' Marni said. 'I like your cock. It's big. And besides, I'm sure it will all be all right.'
His breathing was coming heavier as he slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking her between her thighs. 'Mmmmm, gonna be good,' he moaned. 'Real fucking good.'
She found his lips with hers; they were moist and welcomingly parted. Her tongue glided effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrust of a tongue against a tongue heightened the passion already alive in their bodies.
Then Marni slowed her tongue. With it she struck up a deliberate tempo, in and out of his mouth. Her
