Just a Fantasy
“Too bad Cosmos and Ezzy didn’t stick around to celebrate our homecoming,” I said, resting my bare legs across Brad’s lap. The sunset painted the sky with the most beautiful palette. I sipped my iced tea, pondering which of the hues I would like for my kitchen.
“Stop it, Gertie. I know you’re eyeing up those colors. When the kitchen is finally rebuilt, leave the interior decorating for me.” Randy didn’t even turn around to see Brad and I lounging on the wicker couch. I guess he knew me well enough to know how my brain worked. He just leaned against the handrail of the back porch where we relaxed.
Jessica sat in the yard, which isn’t so much a backyard as it is a sea of tall flowers and grass. Behind her sat Kate, meticulously grooming Jessica’s hair. Wills, with his strap-on head gear still attached, groomed Kate’s fur. I was glad Jessica agreed to stay at the plantation for a while. I really needed female companionship.
Although the light was fading, we could see Olaf and Rebecca making love in the marshy area down toward the bayou. Their soft cooing made my heart melt. The new dragon didn’t seem lonely at all. She stretched out in the mud next to Rebecca. I guess dragons aren’t shy about that sort of thing.
Love was in the air. Brad discreetly slipped his hand under the hem of my dress. The warmth of his palm and cupped fingers moved lightly and slowly between my thighs until he could go no further. He massaged me there. His other hand, open and palm down, pressed lightly over my dress, concealing what he was doing.
We didn’t say a word. My breathing turned heavy and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in ecstasy.
Still, Randy didn’t turn around. It was erotic trying to maintain control out in the open. I would have died had we been noticed, but I didn’t want to stop Brad either.
Randy sipped his drink, never looking back. “Spelunking. Funny sounding word. I suppose that’s why you thought I meant something entirely different.” He was silent for a couple of minutes. “You know, it’s perfectly normal, fun actually, to have fantasies. To even entertain them. But, many times, it’s best they stay just that. Fantasies.”
Brad adjusted his angle. His fingers slipped under the sheer silk, penetrating me. I gasped quietly as he withdrew them and repeated his movement again and again, adding a finger each time. I wanted so badly to reach down and unleash his hardness pressing against me. My eyes were closed, feeling everything.
I blinked enough to know it was dark by then. I could have sworn I heard Brad mumble something, but I was completely drunk with passion. Brad’s other hand swept across my breasts, up my neck, and he lightly dipped a finger between my lips as I panted. I didn’t care. It was dark enough. I met his finger with my tongue before closing my mouth on it. Sucking it sensually, I indulged in my wildest fantasy.
It was quiet for several minutes. I guess I figured Randy had left us for the night from the bold manner Brad was handling me. Then Randy spoke, but Brad and I didn’t stop and I kept my eyes closed.
“I wonder, though. If you’ve thought it all through. Not everyone has the same fantasies. We all have our own tastes, our own desires.” His voice was right next to us. I refused to look and I couldn’t stop. An incredible orgasm tore through me. Brad’s hands slowed and finally stopped. It wasn’t until both of his hands, once again, rested on top of my legs that I opened my eyes.
Randy was standing right next to us, right up against us, in fact. He had put one hand on Brad’s shoulder and the back of his other hand brushed against my face. “Well, goodnight, you lovebirds. And just keep this in mind about spelunking, I’m not entirely opposed to the idea, but there are many things to consider. Also, I’ve got to meet the guests, they should be returning from Marie Laveau’s Voodoo tour.”
Brad and Randy both laughed like they were the only ones in on a joke.
I never admitted this, but when Randy touched my face, I swear his index finger was wet. I seriously think it was his finger in my mouth.
That was weeks ago now and everything is completely normal. I have a sneaking suspicion Brad and Randy set up that little situation because of what I’d said back in the cave. They wanted to give me a little fun and that was as far as it would go. Not another word has been said and it hasn’t been the least bit awkward. It was just enough to be incredibly hot, but I can’t even confirm it was nothing more than my imagination. Maybe it’s best that way.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that there is no blueprint or owner’s manual for the most precious things we have: life and love. Nobody can tell you what’s right or wrong, because if you truly value those things, you will care, you will know.
So that’s where we’re at on the Paranormal Plantation. We’re friends, we love each other and the life around us. We take each other as we are: sometimes happy or sad, kind or rude, sarcastic or passionate. These, I think, are the true elements of magic, no matter where or when you are.