He was lying on his side, facing out, with a light blanket over him. I sat in the opposite chair, watching him for several minutes. It occurred to me that our positions were reversed: I was now watching him sleep. Memories of his touch on me returned — or at least memories of my dream of him touching me — and I felt the desire rising in me again.
An idea occurred to me. I walked over and knelt on the floor next to him. In my mind, I pictured him touching me, recalling his position. Left hand, I decided.
I moved the covers back slightly, and saw his left hand was lying on the couch cushion, slightly closed in a relaxed grip. I slid my hand under it, watching for a reaction. When none came, I bent my head down and took his index finger into my mouth, sucking at it softly. It tasted good, but not what I was looking for. I moved to the middle finger.
As I sucked, the taste washed over me, firing through my nerve endings. It was the same taste I had tasted on Joey’s finger last night, after he touched me in the changing room. The taste of my pussy was on Shane’s finger.
A new gush of wetness spread through me as I sucked at his digit, wanting to lick it clean. After I was done, I slid it out of my mouth and laid the hand back down on the cushion.
I stared into his sleeping face. He was so beautiful. So manly and rugged. Exactly what I was looking for in every guy I dated. I never got to be this near to him without him knowing it, so I couldn’t look at him this closely — with the adoration I felt for him all over my face. Normally that was hidden behind the mask I had to wear.
His breathing was deep and regular, and a calm expression covered his face. At that moment, a feeling of empathy came over me, as I thought about what he was going through. Like me, he was lusting after someone he couldn’t have, except he had the additional burden of having to be the responsible one. I realized I was waiting for him to do something that was impossible for him: to make the first move. If I wanted something to happen, it would be up to me.
I reached out to caress the side of his face, but stopped myself at the last moment, my hand hovering just above his skin.
Instead, I leaned in and lightly touched my lips upon his, imagining what it would be like for him to respond, opening his mouth and letting my tongue inside.
His breathing remained steady, and I pulled back, watching him again. I recalled what his touch felt like last night, and my body quivered. An idea popped into my head.
If he could touch me, why couldn’t I return the favor? My heart raced as I considered my options. I lifted the cover to take a peek, and saw he was shirtless and wearing his favorite gym shorts — thin gray cotton that fit him loosely. I could just make out the outline of his flaccid cock through the material.
Letting the blanket back down, I slid my hand underneath, moving down over the cushion. I overshot and ran into his naked thigh, and I watched his face closely as I lightly followed the skin upward.
Reaching the hem of his shorts, my hand moved up onto the cloth, and I was there, cupping him gently through the thin cotton. His cock felt warm in my hand, and I felt it shift slightly as it began to respond to my touch.
I had always wondered if a guy would get hard from being touched while sleeping, and I was getting my answer. His breathing never changed, but his dick came alive, swelling and lengthening inside the confines of his shorts.
My hand slid softly up and down his length, caressing him. At the head, I let my thumb slip around it, tracing along the ridge. At the bottom, my hand hefted his balls, feeling them slide loosely around in his sack.
Taking a deep breath, I moved my hand to his waistband and slid my fingers under it. I finally got to feel the skin of Shane’s cock against my hand. It was warm, and I felt the hardening stiffness underneath. I slid over it, loving the feel of how it responded to my touch, arching up rigidly, as if begging for more.
I curled my fingers around the shaft, and it felt huge in my grip. Bigger than Joey’s, and yes, even bigger than Tony’s. My thumb rolled over the sensitive spot below the tip, and the shaft jerked softly in my hand, obviously enjoying the sensation.
Shane’s breathing stopped, and he kinda snorted and coughed. I released him and pulled my hand out of his pants, making sure to let the elastic waistband down gently. I readjusted the blanket covering him and sat back.
He slowly came awake, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw me sitting so close, a look of concern came over him.
“Erica? What’s wrong?”
I gave him my best sad eyes. “I had a bad dream.”
He sat up, keeping the blanket over his lap. “A dream about what?”
I shrugged. “I can’t remember. It was just bad and I woke up scared.”
He held out his arm to his side. “Come up here.”
I moved up on the couch, and he pulled me in. I was pressed against his side as I laid my head against his shoulder.
“You can’t remember it?” he asked.
“Just vaguely.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know. In the dream I was younger, and it was like there was someone in my room.” His body tensed.
“And then,” I continued, “you came in and chased him away. But I was still scared so you held me.” His body relaxed again.
“It was only a dream, honey.”
“But I was so scared. Thank you for coming and saving me.”
He grinned. “I do my best.”
“Remember how you used to hold me when I was younger?
He gave me a puzzled look. “How?”
“When we used to watch tv together and I would fall asleep on top of you?”
He smiled. “Oh yeah. You were smaller then.”
“That’s how you held me in my dream, and that’s how I fell back asleep.”
“That sounds nice.”
“It was. Hold me that way now.”
His eyes opened slightly in alarm. “Erica, you’re too old to be held like that.”
“I know, but I’m still scared. Just this once?”
“I don’t think-”
I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Holding onto his neck, I swung myself around, lifting my knee over his legs and straddling his waist, pushing the blanket out of the way in the same motion. My hips settled down on his crotch, and my arms clung tightly around his neck as my head rested on his bare chest, turned to the side.
“Erica,” he said, his hands firmly on my shoulders, trying to push me off. “There’s no reason for you to be scared. It was only a dream.”
I clung tighter to him. My bare midriff against his stomach, and my panty covered pussy pressed against the front of his gym shorts, two thin piece of material separating our flesh. He had lost most of his hardness, but I still felt it under me, warm and thick. So good.
“Just for a while, Shane,” I said, snuggling my face into his neck. “Just for a while,” I repeated softly.
“Ok honey.” He gave up trying to resist me and laid back, letting his hands rest on the small of my back.
We lay like that for several minutes, and I felt so warm and safe in his embrace. He relaxed too, and I felt his erection subside.
“I used to love to fall asleep on you this way,” I said, my breath warm on his neck. “Remember that?”
“I remember,” he said softly.
“I would lie like this and smell your cologne, and it made me feel so good.” I lifted my head and breathed in his scent, my nose tickling at his skin. I shifted my weight slightly, sliding my hips against his.
“I remember,” he repeated. I felt his cock stirring again.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, and his face had a relaxed contented look.
I shifted again, as if I was getting comfortable, sliding the silk of my panties over his growing bulge. His eyes
