Follow Your Dreams part 4

Follow Your Dreams part 4


I've always had a dream about remodeling old houses, I answered while splitting my sight between her eyes and her beautiful cleavage. I guess I figured it was now or never. I left out the real driving factor that drove the job change. I already mentioned pity didn't appeal to me. Lucia's leg wormed between my legs and was creating friction in a most pleasing way.

Lucia's lips grazed my ear, I could hear her breathing, almost sighing, tickling my ear drums. In my slightly inebriated state, I sensed an impending eruption between my legs. Her leg was massaging my cock through my pants, her breasts warming my chest and her lips were so close to my neck. My hands were exploring her sides and back.

Lucia, I'm getting too excited, I stammered, you need to stop. Lucia's lips touched my ear, oh so tenderly.

Its okay, Lucia whispered with compassion and kissed my neck. The sensations were too much. I ran my hand under her hair and hugged her close as I began to spasm.

Lucia...Lucia, I called softly trying to stop and not wanting to. My hips began to buck and that wonderful feeling filled my groin as well as an embarrassing amount of warm wetness. She held me through it, kissing my neck, saying it was okay.

When it was over, my muscles, that I didn't know were so taut, relaxed. My mind let go of the darkness hovering at the periphery. Something had changed when the immediate replaced my dark future. I was happy, at least at that moment. I was truly happy.

Sorry, it seemed like you needed it, Lucia said when she lifted her head away from my neck. I knew my crotch was soaked and it would be an uncomfortable ride home. I knew it wasn't my intention to let things go that far. I also knew she was right - I did need it. I decided I wasn't going to return to the Pleasure Palace. The fantasy Lucia had built was too delicious and attempting to repeat it would be a waste of time.

I pushed the envelope in an attempt to complete the fantasy. I pulled Lucia's lips to mine and kissed her. I don't know what I really expected from the kiss, maybe a slap or a knee to the groin. I just knew, in my slightly drunken stupor, I wanted to kiss my imaginary girlfriend. She surprised me by kissing me back. Her warmth spread through me again as she added passion through her lips.

I caressed the back of her neck and explored her back with my other hand as I enjoyed the taste of her mouth on mine. I liked the kiss as much as my earlier release. It was wonderfully euphoric and I was able to lose myself again.

I usually don't do this, Lucia admitted when she finally broke the kiss. I could tell she was surprised at herself. She sat up, physically announcing the end to our dalliance. I just lay there happy, with a silly grin, watching her breasts jiggle with her movements. She gave me a strange look, almost on the verge of concern. You know this is a strip club, right? she asked. I assumed she was making sure I wasn't falling for her. Little did she know, I didn't have time to fall for anyone?

Yes, I answered, my insides still feeling wonderful, and you are a wonderful dancer who is quite possibly the best conversationalist I have ever met. I grinned to ease Lucia's concern. She laughed and it surprised me how much I enjoyed it. Her eyes lit up and little crinkles formed at the edges when she laughed. I sat up and looked at the dark spot between my legs.

It's going to be a bit embarrassing walking out of here, I said. I kept the grin to make sure she didn't feel badly about it. I wasn't sure why it concerned me.

It's dark downstairs; no one will know, Lucia responded with a wicked smile, but you may have to hustle to your car. I laughed at that. She helped me put my shirt back on and pulled me to my feet. I helped tie her bikini top and made sure I touched her more than really necessary. Her olive skin was really soft and she had such a sweet musky odor. I had no idea what the perfume was, but it was subtle and would be teasing my brain for the next few days.

Here, I said, reaching into my wallet this is for Sophia. I tipped Lucia a hundred dollars. You can't take it with you after all. She seemed hesitant to take it. I wasn't sure how long I should hold it out to her.

You're not coming back, are you? Lucia asked. She was a lot deeper into my psyche than I thought. I guess she sensed it in the way I tipped.

You were wonderful, but no, I won't be coming back, I said trying to be serious, this place really isn't me, if you know what I mean. Lucia took the money and hugged me. It was a deep, friendly hug. She took my hand and led me downstairs to the front door. She said goodbye and kissed me on the cheek and sent me on my way. It was the last time I ever expected to see Lucia, my wonderful fantasy girl.

The roofers and the electrician showed up the following morning. I had a splitting headache I wished was from a hangover, but I knew better. The doctors had told me to expect them and had given me strong pain relievers to thwart the pain. I had decided I wouldn't take the pills unless I became nonfunctional. I didn't want to lose touch with reality until absolutely necessary.

I let the roofers do their thing and I lent my labor to the electrician, Frank. He was a burly man, one of those guys you would expect to see hefting a beer at the local sports bar. Luckily for me, he was a very efficient electrician. There was very little wasted effort in his movements and he didn't need to spend a lot of time analyzing what needed to be done. We walked through the house once, and I explained what appliances I expected to put where. When we were done, he had crude sketches where all the lines would be pulled and where best to bring the new service into the house. I spent the day cutting grooves in plaster to make way for the new service.

The house was constructed before electricity was envisioned and we had to improvise to pull the service into the rooms. The downstairs was easier since the wires could be pulled in through the basement. The upstairs required more modifications. I tried to keep as much plaster on the walls as possible. I could have ripped it all out and replaced the slats with drywall, but I liked how the plaster gave the house a warm look.

The whole time I was working, my mind kept floating back to Lucia. She seemed to have affected me more than I had thought. 'She was just a hot stripper,' I told myself over and over. I was amused with the argument I was having with myself. There was no way I could have a relationship and only an idiot would have one with a stripper. I went back to work with a vengeance. I was happy my headache dissipated before lunch.

The next day went better than the previous. No headache, I had mastered wire pulling and the roofers were done by noon. My mind still tended to drift to Lucia. I had no idea why I was fixated on her. I guess it was because she was the last woman I had had physical contact with. Probably the last female I would ever have any kind of relations with. It saddened me a bit, but I had known this long enough to let it slide off. I spent the afternoon securing a plumber for next week. The electrician wasn't going to return until the inspector showed up to allow us to connect to the grid. The inspector wasn't available until Friday, two days away, so much for my three-days-until-power dream.

I had another early dinner at Rusti's. Diana filled me in on what was happening and quizzed me about how the rehab was going. For such a young girl, she was surprisingly outgoing and articulate. Too bad you can't buy stock in a person's future - Diana was going to go far in life. I promised, again, to consider attending the harvest festival. I was happy to see the apple pie was consistent day to day. That free sample Diana gave me the first day was paying Rusti’s good dividends.

I quirky idea struck me on my drive home. Knowing the future lets you do things you would never normally do - things you wouldn't even have thought of before - it was silly, selfishly funny and quite insane. There was no need to save my money so I decided what the hell. I pulled into the Pleasure Palace knowing it was Lucia's day off. Mandy greeted me with a pleasant smile, probably thinking I might become a regular.

Lucia is off today, Mandy said, I think I have someone else you might like.

Actually, I just wanted to speak with you, I responded with a grin, and not in the naked sense. I added that to forestall any anger Mandy might have brewing. She caught the humor and gave me a weak 'ha, ha.' I dropped enough money last time so she decided to play nice and listen.

How much does Lucia owe you? I asked with a serious face. The expression on Mandy’s face was worth the asking.

Her eyes kind of bugged out and she had trouble forming words.

Ahh...I think that's between Lucia and me, Mandy stammered in reply, you dating her or something?

Nope, haven't seen her since that first night and don't intend to see her again, I said, smiling. I loved the look of complete confusion on Mandy’s face. I just want to pay it off. How much does she owe you?

Are you insane? Mandy asked rhetorically, you knew her for what, two hours?

How much, Mandy? I asked again.

Eighteen thousand, Mandy replied, she'll just borrow more next semester. Why in hell would you do this?

Because I can, I said as I pulled out my checkbook. I began filling out a check.

And you trust me it's eighteen and I'll tell her you paid it back? Mandy asked incredulously.

Yep, if you were a bitch, you would have charged interest, I said with a large smile. What's your last name Mandy?

Make it out to Magdalene Johnson, Mandy answered, and what should I tell Lucia?

Tell her you have a kind heart. Tell her money fell from the sky. I really don't care what you tell her, I said and realized I meant it. I was just giving Lucia choices. Everyone deserves choices.

To be continued