Dream weaver

The sun is such a nuisance. It always tends to interrupt some of my best dreams. Dreams in which a mysterious woman fills my life with love. Unafraid of the consequences, we are together with no regrets. But the sun is always there to remind me that these dreams are nothing more than just that, a dream. I groan as I sit up in my bed, mad that my dreams are once again interrupted by the dawning of a new day.

I crawl out of bed and about jump out of my skin from a cat tail brushing against my ankle. “Jesus Midnight, give me a heart attack why don’t you.” Midnight just stares up at me with his golden eyes and meows. “Alright I’ll get your food, just give me a sec.” Putting on my robe I groggily head to the kitchen. I grab the cat food and a bottle of Tylenol Migraine. “Damn it Midnight, I have got to stop drinking so much on my birthday.” “Meow” He brushes up against my leg again letting me know I’m getting off task. Once I put the food in his dish I grab a glass of water and head back to my room.

As I walk back to my room I think about why I tend to get plastered every year on my birthday. It happened about 4 years ago, my twenty-second birthday. My best friend, Rachael, and I had gone to the bar to celebrate my birthday. I decided that it was time to stop keeping secrets from her. It was time to tell her how I truly felt.

The truth is I have known that I was a lesbian since I turned twenty-one, and I had been harboring feelings that were more than a friendship towards Rachael for a while by then. Since I was so afraid to tell her these feelings, I kept them bottled up inside of me until I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was killing me inside keeping that from her.

I set her down and let all my thoughts for her out, and to hell with the consequences. I knew, by the look on her face that telling her how I felt was a big mistake. At first she sat there in a stunned silence, unable to comprehend what I had just admitted to her. I reached for her hand to try and get her to say something to me, but it was already too late. My hand barely got to hers when she jerked it away like it was cursed. She ran out of that bar as fast as her legs could take her: out of that bar and out of my life.

I sat on my barstool unable to move. My hand was still reaching towards the place where Rachael sat. Her name was frozen on my lips as the tears began to fall. I had lost her. The one person who I bared my whole sole to, and now she was gone. I would never see her smile or listen to the quiet twitter of her laugh, nor would I be able to enjoy the comfort of just sitting on the couch with her watching movies.

That night I drank myself to oblivion. The only person who knew what I was doing that night was my older sister. Somehow, with the state I was in, I was able to get her on my cell phone. Without saying anything, she helped me to the car and took me home where she just let me cry it all out. After a month or so, with Carman’s help, I was finally starting to feel like myself again. I no longer can enjoy my birthdays the way I used to. However I’ve managed to stay out of the bars at least. I tend to just stay home and get drunk.

“Ugh. Well I can’t work looking like this. Time for a shower.” Making sure to close the curtains, I find a towel and make my way to the bathroom. Using my tail I undo the tie to my robe. Maybe I should clarify something about myself. I am from a pack of panther youkai. No I’m not a pure blooded youkai, I am what is commonly called a hanyo. See my mother is a panther youkai and my father is a human. I inherited more of my mom’s traits. The ones that stand out the most are my tail and my eyes. From my father I inherited his ears and, as my sister says, his temper. Carman on the other hand looks more like my father. The only way you can really tell that she is a hanyo is her ears. Her ears are like our mom’s.

As I begin to shower, my mind drifts back to the dream that I was interrupted from this morning. It starts out with me in the local Gay bar down town. I’m sitting there sipping on my mudslide when she walks in. The light flick of her tail from side to side lets me know that she is on the prowl. Since this isn’t the first time I have had this dream, I know that the prey she is after this night is sitting there at the bar starring right back at her.
She slides up the bar taking the stool right next to me. I have to try and calm my breathing as this vixen orders a drink. She has that air of confidence about her that just screams Alpha Female. I know I shouldn’t, being the low class hanyo that I am, but I can’t help staring at her lips as she takes a drink from her fuzzy navel. My eyes follow the single drop of her drink that escapes her mouth. Just as I raise my eyes I see her lick the stray drop from her lips as her green eyes stare into mine. Shit, I’ve been caught. I must have had quite the dear in the headlight look because I could see her shoulders shaking as she tries to stifle her laughter.

I gulp as she sets her drink down and stands up. She doesn’t say anything as she grabs my hand and walks me out to the dance floor. I try protesting saying that I don’t know how to dance, but she puts her finger to my lips in a shushing motion. Once we are on the dance floor she pulls me tight to her forcing me to rest my head on her shoulder. Bringing her lips to my ear she lightly traces it with her tongue. “What’s your name, my little hanyo?” I shiver as her hot breath caresses the skin on my neck. “I’m Ke….” I gasp as her hand starts to stroke the base of my tail. Gulping I finish answering her. “I’m Kelly. You?”

“You will find out in due time little one.” As we dance she keeps sending her touches to the more sensitive parts of my body. My breathing is getting more ragged as we continue to dance. I hear her quiet chuckle, as my mouth lets out little whimpers of pleasure due to her light, tantalizing touches. I know by the look on her face now that she can smell my arousal, hell even I can smell it. I want her and she knows it. Bringing her lips back to my ear again posing one question. “Yours or mine?” Even though I am aroused beyond belief I am still able to think clearly. I don’t really want to go to a strange place with someone I just met, so my answer is simple. “Mine.”

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Well this is what I have so far. Don\'t worry I will be getting to the good stuf in the next chapter. As I said this is my first fic so please be gentile. If you have any suggestions please tell me. You can send a message to my email if you would like.

Tata for now.
Aninzu.