The Wall Crossers

The Disturbing Dreams of Maren and Leida and Anja

Maren's dream

I am feeling giddy, crazy excited, delirious with emotions, nerves and hot frazzled desire. I lay Leida down delicately on my bed on her back, tug her shorts and Bikinihöschen off and fold them, placing them neatly on my dresser. She hurriedly removes her shirt and bra, casts them aside, bunched up, lies back down, watching me like a lean tigress, waiting to pounce and squeeze. I am content in this: that all her body's open places are my portal pathways to her soul. I only need to tamp these with my eager lips to enter, mouth enclosing each of her beautiful eyes, lightly kiss her nose and ears and then dip my glistening pointy hard greedy tongue into her hungry mouth, her innocently beckoning Nabel lightly damp, and then submerge it in luxurious Muschilecken and even after all that as a wedge in that dusky abode of earthy musk, der kleider hole. I stand looking at Leida, I feel such strong lust and need. I smell her body's sweat mixed with delicate early morning honeysuckle as she spreads her knees, inviting me in. Did she shiver? I gaze at Leida's love, so openly shared with me. Smaller than me, plump puffy like in an era of youth. This surprises me. I flick my eyes to hers. Is she holding her breath? I see a light sheen of sweat running in rivulets along her torso creases, flick my eyes to where she clearly leaks gummy wet excited desire for me. I sit on the edge of the bed, look back down, move my hand to her there. I touch my shaky finger to bare smooth sweet rising thing of love, to be whipped into frothy frenzy, pressing it in just a little near the top, gives way easily, finger slipping in, hold there for seconds, now gawk, captivated, as slowly pull it out and away and, clinging to my finger, so far out!... two thin sticky syrupy stringy strands of wild natural love-cream, an off-white color maybe like skim milk. So revved and oozed even before I touched her!... so excited was she already, I guess, her tart sour sweet onion sweat tang I know so well. She studies my finger with eyes narrowed, as though she is also surprised, like me, then she flicks her eyes to mine, now opening wide, welcoming, almost begging. She gives me that winsome smile. I move my trembling finger to my lips, for beginning, a taste, before next to run my tongue between those waves, to worship at that hippie-beatific altar, love thickening all around us, then proceed to fick ihr das Gehirn raus (fuck her brains out), finally!... ravenously, we'll do it all with fingers, mouth, and scissoring lips, gyrating hips, after all this long time waiting, hoping, we'll make love together so heavy heavy, so lasting, that, afterward, we will be unable to even stand up!... but... at this very moment as I begin these moves in earnest, Leida awakes... stopping me with her expression of extreme shock!... then, sadly, I too awake.

Leida's dream

I am feeling resigned, hopeless and embarrassed. Maren has always wanted me. Now she will have her way with me, I guess. I have no energy, or grounds, to resist her, given all that she has done for me, and now having arrived to stay with her for a few days, in a safe place, but... already, now this? She lays me down on her bed, removes all my clothes. She stares at me. I look down at my body and try to see what it is that she sees, that she wants so desperately, vehemently, almost since our beginning, literally for years. She sits on the bed, and I feel scared, begin to quiver like a little girl when Maren reaches down with her hands to spread my knees apart from the clench I have them in. Then, right away, she puts her finger in me... I see it shaking... nerves?... intentional? Her finger scrapes on my dry and sensitive flesh. We flick our eyes to each other's. This is my best friend. I want to say, Nein, Maren, Bitte, lass uns das nicht tun! (Please, let's not do this!)... but instead... I gulp, trapping my breath, clenching my fingers into tightly balled fists, feeling my body radiate the uninvited tang of nervous sweat, so different from the sharp-appealing allure of joyfully-excited sweat. I await her inevitable lips that have never before tasted mine... How will this turn out?... then I awake and release a great breath of relief!