Dream Sequence

Walking along the main road; for once empty of any movement, she's glad of the arm around her waist. These shoes were wonderful all day, but they chose now to make their nastiness felt. Still, it gave her the excuse she'd been looking for all night to grab his arm. It was such an attractive arm, rock hard and steady. Very like his waist, which she'd come in close contact with when she'd hugged him in a moment of absent-minded sympathy.

Together, they walked along the pavement, buses standing quietly, waiting to drop revelers back to their anonymity. "Give me a call when you're in town" He said. It was then that it struck her that this really was the last time they'd meet. He wouldn't be allowed any free time till he left the premises for the last time. And she wasn't going to be in his town for a long while. Maybe it was time to see if the memories of this night could get a little more... Poignant...

"It's cold" she rubbed her arms. He rubbed them along with her "Warmer?"

She shivered, not from the cold, but because of his hands. He took the next step. "I don't have a jacket. Don't tell your father I did this."

Before she could react, he had his arms around her. She looked around nervously. This didn't bode well for him if anyone saw it. They were strategically placed behind a bus and an ancient tree. Nobody could see them unless they were right there.

Leaning back against the tree, he leaned into her, giving her warmth.

"You don't have to risk this..." she mumbled into his extremely well-formed chest.

"It's okay. I've been wanting to."

She sighed.

Her hands decided that they wanted to explore a little. It wasn’t that they were looking at new discoveries, they just felt like they wanted to see if what they’d seen earlier that evening was an illusion of a depraved mind. No. It was very real; every sculpted bit of it. Even through the shirt and cummarband, they felt what they’d seen.

Meanwhile, his hands were moving as well. She felt them slide down the slippery cloth, flick her thigh and then back up. It was the most agonizing thing she had felt in a while. She wished she’d worn jeans and a t-shirt. Some things might’ve been easier. Or buttons, like his. She experimentally slipped her fingers into the gap between buttons. They liked it there and decided to stay, moving up and down at times.

His hands had changed position. They were now heading forward, caressing her sides, his thumbs doing daredevil tricks on her front, the two hands stopping just short of meeting each other.

She looked up at him, something giving her courage to, and touched his cheek. Her fingers brushed his short hair, smooth cheek, and smoother neck and decided to go for it. Rising on tiptoes, she raised her head and brushed his cheek. It was like he froze before his hands moved up to her neck and moved her lips to abandon his cheek and meet his lips. The other hand behind her back, her hands on his chest, distracting him a little bit, they stayed like that till a sudden sound made them pull apart.

She cursed in her mind as she saw her ride back home approaching. She wished this could go on for longer. She wished she’d met him six months earlier when he’d played a less last-thing-ever part. She wished so many things, but as they demurely walked back to the decided pick-up point, she quelled every thought and composed her face. Her parents could never find out…