It was past midnight when we pulled into our drive way. We had just spent the night going to a dinner and a movie. I look over to Sam waiting for her to get out so I could press the button on the inside of the door to unlock it because the buttons on my keys didn't work. Sam didn't get out but stayed in the seat in a drunken stupor. This confused me much because we hadn't drunk enough to be drunk. I walk around the car and open her door. I lean in the car to unbuckle her and take a whiff of her undescribable goodness. I thread my right had under her knees and wrap my hand her left leg then I slide my left hand behind her back feeling her bra through her shirt and wrap my hand around her left side. I lift her up and as I extract her from the car her head lays in the crook of my neck and her breath tickles my neck. I close the door with my foot and walk up the path to our home. She is heavy, but I would never reveal that lie because I love holding her and feeling her body pressed up against mine.
I help her stand when we get to the front door so I can unlock the door. Once inside I pick her up again and revel in the feeling of bliss. I walk to our bed, open the blankets and sheets with the hand under her knees and place her inside. I walk to our bedroom door and I hear her drunken voice, "Common" turning around I see her patting the bed trying to be seductive it's actually cute. I tell her, "I'll be there in a sec, I'm just going to lock up." I do as I said, but when I return she is asleep. I smile because of how much I love her despite her being a big mess, which she was likely to make a big fuss about in the morning.
Taking off my shirt I throw it in the hamper nest to the door and into bed behind her. I wrap my hands around her body and press hers against mine. Her presence relaxes me and soon I drift off to sleep. In the morning before there is light I wake up in a good mood. I can't see her in the black room, but I feel her body. I picture her face and I smile and lean in and kiss her just because I could. Then I press her up against me and feel her body against mine and enjoy it for as long as I could before I had to get ready for work.
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Dreams Of the Only Girl Who Matters
RandomAt first I attempted to write about any dreams, with some minor adjustments, that I have for I have few dreams that I can recall in the morning. After the fourth dream I found a pattern. The only dreams I have the ability to recall, and quite vividl...