Internal Affair

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for those of you that reviewed. This story is loosely based on my personal experiences. I don't know why I decided to write it out and post it, but I feel better doing so. Read on, and please review.

ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ray-Ban or Transitions. Names mentioned (with the exception of the female lead), have been changed out of respect to those people I once knew.

Internal Affair
Chapter Two: Resort


I opened my eyes to the intense glare of the sun peeking underneath my wrist and past a pair of shades. I had my arm lazily draped over my forehead, and I moved it and sat up as I heard the gentle splash of water and the sounds of many different voices lost in many different conversations.

I was in a resort, like those really fancy ones where you’d have to be some multi-billionaire tycoon’s great-nephew or great-grandson just to even get looked at. There were palm trees planted about, waiters dressed like those in mob movies, complete with goofy-looking moustaches carrying trays of drinks over their heads on one hand and a towel draped over their other forearms, and more aesthetically pleasing men and women than I could ever admit to seeing at any given time.

Curiously, I took off my shades and rubbed my eyes and nose. Blinking and taking a deep breath, I realized that yes, my eyes weren’t messing around with me (my imagination was already doing too much of that), and I still smelled the chlorine of a swimming pool. I looked at the shades in my hand, and gawked at the fact that they were a pair of Ray-Bans on closer inspection. In my dreams, as in real life, I wear glasses, and expensive prescription ones to boot.

“Actually, those were custom-made for you by Ray-Ban,” said a voice I was half-expecting, half-dreading to hear. “Those shades are actually prescription photosensitive lenses.”

I put my feet on the pool deck and looked around as I put the shades back on. Seated at one of the small glass-top, metal-framed patio tables with a beach parasol was that girl I dreamt about a few days ago. I got up and sat down across from her.

“Custom-made Ray-Ban Transitions?” I asked her. “Now I know I’m really dreaming.”

She smiled, as if she enjoyed just taking me in.

I looked away and shook my head. “You’ve been bugging me for the past couple of days, you know that?”

“When you’re awake or asleep?”

“Both,” I replied. “I haven’t been able to dream since our first…encounter, and once I’m able to, here you are.”

“Maybe because we’re meant for each other,” she said with a coy grin.

I waved off the comment defensively. “Don’t. If you’re in my mind then you know I’m engaged…”

“Unofficially, officially,” she shot back matter-of-factly. Her voice was gentle and calm, and really started to rile me up. “As you said to her yourself.”

I sighed. I really couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“You need to calm down,” she said. “You’re here to get away from your life. That’s why people dream.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this,” I muttered. “Sure I want to be rich and be able to wear sunglasses again, but I know in my heart that I never asked for you.”

I noticed a small pang of pain in her eyes. “Your heart may not have, but your mind and body wanted something. And in my heart, I wanted something. And so, here you are, in front of me.”

I looked at her. “You are a dream. Stop trying to tell me that you’re an actual person that I’m sharing my sleep with.”

“What about Angela? What about Rebecca?” she snapped at me suddenly. “What about those other girls you had a thing for in high school? Don’t tell me that you dropped all your thoughts of them and are now just trying to think of the one your body is sleeping beside.”

I was at a loss. On one hand, she had a point. I still think about the women I’ve come in contact with over the course of my teenage years, and I may have fantasized about them. Memories recently began to surge back, but no sexual fantasies ever came of them.

On the other hand, she mentioned two names that haunted me during my early years in high school and my early years of rooming with friends. Only something conjured from my mind would come up with those names.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking away. “I had no right to say that to you.”

I shrugged. “Other people closer to me have said worse.”

On cue, a waiter strode up to the table.

“Sir, another drink?” He offered me a piña colada in a hollowed-out coconut shell with a straw and a paper parasol sticking out of the top.

I took it and nodded in thanks. He bowed courteously and left. I turned back to her and took her in just as she did with me, taking a sip of my drink as I did so.

She had cinnamon-brown hair, straightened and wet from some time at the pool, I assumed. Her skin was beautifully tanned, and her eyes were a deep chestnut like mine. She wore an open white terry robe and had a brown bikini on underneath.

“All you have to do is just wake up, you know.”

I pressed my lips into a thin line. “I know, but now I don’t want to leave.”

She chuckled. “Are you saying that you’re going to stay here and be with me rather than be with your fiancée?”

I narrowed my eyes and she laughed. “I’m just teasing you.”

I mustered up the courage to ask the question that I’d been meaning to ask the first time I saw her. “Josie…”

I looked up at her, and she was blushing and smiling timidly.

“Josie, why are you really here? Why are you in my dreams?”

She looked at me with seriousness of her face. “Stop rewording the question and ask me bluntly.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Why am I dreaming about you?”

“Maybe because you don’t get it as much as your body wants,” she answered, walking past me and towards the pool chair I was sitting in a few moments ago. Looking past her, I realized that everyone had just up and left, even the waiter.

“That was low,” I said. “Sure, I don’t get it as much as I want, but that’s no reason to be fantasizing about another woman.”

“Maybe it is,” she said, sitting on the chair and crossing one leg over the other. She looked up at me. “Since you’re going to stay, I might as well make it worth your time.”

“Don’t say that,” I said, getting angry. I made a promise to myself before that I’d never have sex without emotion, whether it be making love to my fiancée in the real world, or, in this case, fantasizing about having sex with another woman in a resort. Again, some may find it sweet, others may find it stupid, but that’s how I am.

“Don’t get grumpy,” she said, letting her robe slip off one shoulder. Just seeing her tanned skin against the sunlight on the water was starting to make me hard. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

She smiled. “Will you just shut up and come here?” She stood, letting the robe fall onto the pool chair. “You’re here, and I’m here. You want it, though you’re getting all hung up about dreaming about having sex with another woman, and I don’t know why, but I want it, too.” She looked away and bit her lower lip. “I want it from you, though.”

A slap on the face wouldn’t have shocked me more. Since the beginning, I thought this was starting to feel like some illicit affair, but I laughed at myself then, thinking that it was just a stupid dream induced by something funny I ate the night before.

Now, I didn’t know what to think. On one hand, she could have been the result of too much hormones and nothing more than a fantasy. On the other, I don’t think you could have an argument with a dream girl or dream guy.

…Could you?

I stepped towards her and held her close. Her breath left her in a shudder, as she seemed to melt into my arms. She kissed my shoulder and let her hands roam over my arms.

“I don’t know why you want it from me,” I said. “I’m not much of a looker.”

“If you have a fiancée, she must like you for your looks to some extent.” Her hand glided along my chest as I lifted her face up by the chin so I could look at her. As soon as we made eye contact, I kissed her. Her lips tasted sweet, like mild honey, and she wasted no time in letting her tongue brush against my lips.

My hands snaked along her sides and up the middle of her back and found the clasp of her bikini. I undid it and she moaned as the back fell free. I slid my fingers along the edges of the shoulder straps and slowly peeled them off her shoulders. I moved my head and upper body away from her enough so that her bikini top slipped off of her, revealing her breasts to me.

I don’t know why I did it, but I kissed the edge of her jaw and slowly moved my way down to the side of her neck, taking in the scent of lavender mixed with cinnamon, feeling the skin along her neck vibrate gently as she moaned.

“That’s good,” she whispered.

My lips fluttered down to kiss her along her collar, and I stopped. Realization hit me like a frying pan to the back of the head.

“No,” I said, straightening up. “I can’t do this.”

Tears started to well up in her eyes. “Why not? Other guys would kill to be where you are, whether in reality or in their dreams.” She released herself from my arms and turned around, hugging herself. “Why would you give up something like this?”

I frowned. She hit my one weakness without even realizing it. I’d never been able to say ‘no’ to a friend, but I felt the lowest of low when I told someone ‘no’ and they started to get upset about it.

I scratched the back of my head. “Well…I’m faithful. I did something outside of my relationship once, and I promised I’d never do it again, whether it be here or when I’m awake.”

She whirled around, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. “And yet you’d let her sleep around as long as she warned you she might?”

“I trust her enough that she’d let me know. I have no leash on her.”

“Evidently she has one on you,” she snapped. “You are free to fantasize about whoever you please, and here I am, and I damn well want you to want me!” She strode back up to me and slapped me hard across the face. “Being around you, I feel cheated on, and I’m not even the one you promised to—“

I don’t know what came over me at that point. I violently pressed my mouth against hers in a fierce kiss, my tongue invading her mouth with a powerful need. I pressed my right hand to the small of her back, pressing her hips against mine and grinding my hips against hers. She whimpered at my actions and tried to push herself away from me, but I kept a firm hold on her.

My other hand grabbed at her right breast, squeezing it and teasing her nipple with two fingers. She gasped and continued to moan in my mouth as I kissed her, but still she continued to fight me.

I released her from my kiss to catch a breath, and she looked at me with bewilderment. “What are you…?“

“Don’t you ever slap me again,” I growled. I wrapped my left arm around her and started to peel off her bikini bottom with my right hand.

“Stop,” she whimpered in a low voice.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Oh, don’t tell me to stop after you’ve been egging me on.” I squeezed one of her buttocks. “You’ve been in my dreams. You know that after I’ve been pushed enough, I tend to give it a bit rough.”

It sounds cliché, but I do. I have a guilty pleasure for dominating feisty women. I don’t know how long I’ve had such a pleasure, but it’s one of my darker secrets.

I picked her up and kicked her terry robe off the pool chair, tossing her onto it lightly. Before she could move out of my way, I was pinning her with my weight, my mouth and one hand on her breasts, and my other hand moving her bikini bottom over and playing with her pussy.

She began to whimper as my fingers easily slid into her and my thumb found her little button. I began to wonder if she got off on being dominated, or if being dominated by me was turning her on.

“Oh God,” she gasped. I nibbled and licked on her now-erect nipple relentlessly, licking around it and flicking my tongue against it. While I teased her breasts, I began to move my fingers in and out of her at a faster pace, her pussy getting wetter around my fingers with each thrust.

“Ohh…” She ran her fingers through my close-cropped hair and lowered them to cup my face in her hands. I stopped as she lifted my head up and brought my face closer to her own.

“I want you,” she whispered to me. “I don’t care that you’re engaged. I don’t care that you don’t want me. All I know is that I’m in your dream, you’re in my dream, and I want you.”

I didn’t care either at that point. I slipped my swimming shorts off my hips and peeled her bikini bottom off her, all the while keeping my eyes on her. I knew that if I looked away from her eyes, the same eyes that made my fiancée want me, I’d get the better of myself and stop.

But I didn’t want to stop, even as I positioned myself over her and gently parted her nether lips with the head of my penis. She closed her eyes and nodded for me to continue.

I felt torn as I slipped into her. Her eyes remained closed as I filled her, and she opened her mouth in a soundless moan as her body accepted my entry. I closed my eyes as I felt her contract rhythmically against me. I was about to say something, but she opened her eyes and put a finger to my lips.

“Don’t talk about her,” she whispered to me. “What’s going on now is between us and us alone.”

I nodded numbly as I began to slip out of her and back in again, rocking her body gently. I heard the wet sounds of our lovemaking, and it only seemed to heighten the moment.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck and kissed her as I pressed myself as deep as I could go, and she groaned huskily in reply.

“Just like that,” she said. “Don’t stop, please.”

I increased the speed of my thrusts a little bit, and she hooked her legs around my hips, pressing my deeper into her.

“Keep going,” she pleaded. “Just a little faster, please…”

I increased my pace and bent over her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I’m almost there,” she breathed, her voice starting to sound frantic.

“So am I,” I grunted. “God…”

She nodded. “It’s good, it’s good…” She started to move against me, grinding against my body. “I’m going to…”

I nodded and clamped my eyes shut, feeling my impending climax building up. “I’m going to…”

“Yes, yes…!”

“Josie…”

Her body tensed up as she hit her orgasm, her walls tightening around me powerfully as I hit my own climax. I shot my seed into her as the second wave of her orgasm wracked her body, milking me of the remainder of my own orgasm.

I looked down at her, and she looked at me with the most sincere look of thanks, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I want to see you again,” she said.

I shook my head as realization dawned on me. “You’re just a dream, Josie. I don’t want to see you again after this dream.”

She looked away and bit her lip. “I won’t take no for an answer,” she said. “I’ll see you again, and you’ll make love to me when I see you again just as you did to me now.”

My brow knit in confusion. “Josie, I can’t.”

My vision went white suddenly, and once again I heard Josie’s voice fading away from me.

“You will because I want you, and, though you deny it and hide behind your fiancée, you want me too…”


* * * * *


My eyes flew open and I found myself once again in my bedroom, the comforter bunched up around my hips. I looked around and heard my fiancée stir. I lifted my head and looked to the clock.

11:00 a.m.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes with one hand and took a sip of water from the glass on the nightstand. I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and feeling guilty for the dream I just had.

It’s just a dream, I thought. Why do I have to get so hung up about it? People in relationships dream of other people, don’t they?

I knew no one would answer my question, and I slowly faded back into an uneasy slumber, wondering when I would meet Josie again, and why I suddenly wanted to see her again.


-=[ End of Chapter Two ]=-