Stranger Things Have Happened, I Know

Ch 41

Chapter 41

                The sun beat down from a perfectly blue sky and I had to shield my eyes to watch Chris as he paddled out to catch another wave. The beach was empty, except for me, sitting on my beach blanket, free of my knee brace, toes buried in the sand. I watched a wave start to form and Chris positioned himself on the surf board. I marveled at the precise timing needed to hook the board into a wave in order to balance and ride along it. We didn’t have waves like this in New England and the sheer size of them scared me. I was content to sit in the sun and watch Chris from the shore. In once swift moment, he was standing, arms out, cutting the board back and forth along the top of a good sized wave. He rode it for a while until it crashed and he disappeared beneath the sparkling blue water for a few moments. I held my breath, waiting for him to resurface. He popped out of the water a little ways from where he’d gone under and grabbed his board. I smiled as he paddled back into shore. He pulled himself out of the water, his wet, muscular body glistening in the sun, his bathing suit clinging to him, leaving nothing to the imagination. He unlatched his ankle strap and dug the end of the board into the sand, so it stood upright. He walked the short distance from the water’s edge to my blanket and dropped to his knees beside me, slightly out of breath. I opened my mouth to tell him how incredible he was out there, but before I could get my words out, his mouth was pressed to mine. Shocked for a second, I sat there, unsure of what was happening.

                “Kate…” he whispered, pulling away. Suddenly, I was moving towards him, too. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. His lips tasted like salt water and I couldn’t get enough of them. His hands fumbled with my bikini top, untying it and tossing it aside. His hands move to my chest and I moaned. He rolled us, so that I was on my back and he was hovering above me. I reached down and untied the draw string on his bathing suit and shoved it down. He was hard as a rock for me.

                “Oh god, Chris,” I moaned as he moved my bikini bottoms aside. I arched my back, ready for him to enter me. “I want you so bad.”

                “Babe?” Dave’s voice rang out. “Katie?” I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to figure out where I was. Bed. My bed. Next to Dave. Who was sick and trying to wake me up.

                “Oh shit!” I thought. Had I been talking in my sleep? I sat up and looked over at Dave, searching his face for signs that he knew I was in the middle of a sex dream about his friend and lead guitar player. He was holding up an empty glass.

                “Katie?” he said again. “I’m sorry to wake you up, but I need a refill.” I rubbed my eyes and took the glass from him.

                “Sure,” I said. “Are you ready for more cold medicine?” I asked.

                “What time is it?” I looked at the clock.

                “Five-thirty,” I said as I waddled across the bedroom to the master bath, my leg still very much in its brace, not healed as it had been in the dream.

                “Yeah, I think I will take some of that day time stuff,” he called to me. I turned on the tap and let the water run cold for a moment. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could still feel Chris’s hands on my skin, the dream still incredibly vivid. I bit my lip and shook my head, trying to erase the dream from my mind. I opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed Dave’s pills before filling the glass and returning to bed.

                “Hey ya go, sicky,” I said, handing them to him. He sat up and took the pills. I put my hand on his forehead. “You’re fever’s gone.” I reported. “That’s good!”