EroticReverie

Hannah Hartz

It's dark out and it's thundering and lightning as Dylan turns off the television when we both decide we're tired enough to try to sleep. We both move to the small sliding glass door that leads to our small little balcony as we look out at the storm. The rain is coming down so hard we can barely see through the water that is pelting against the glass, the wind whipping it harder against the glass in small bursts. 

I always loved storms like this, as long as someone else was around. Even for an adult, I was still a bit of a baby when it came to being in the dark. I inahle loudly as a bright burst of lightning lights up the sky and for a brief moment gives of a flash of the surrounding area outside, as if it's daylight. Then it's dark again, the thunder rumbling again, another bolt of lightning coming just seconds later. My skin prickles and I get goosebumps, my nipples hardening too as the shiver runs through me. 

"You good?" Dylan asks with a little laugh and I nod as I keep looking out the glass. 

I keep staring, watching the sky light up over and over again, the thunder coming again, so loud that I can feel it vibrate the apartment, and it makes me jump, startling me and my hand shoots out to the side, and I grab Dylan's wrist hard. 

"i thought you like storms?" he says it as a question and my heart rate picks up and I realize my hand has a vice grip on his wrist when I look down to the side. 

"shit, sorry" I say, taking my hand from his with a little laugh and then looking up at him. 

He's smiling just slightly, the corner of his mouth lifted. I look at his mouth far longer than I should. He has such soft looking lips,and I bet kissing him is fucking phenomenal. I'm secretly jealous of all the girls he's dated, or ever kissed. My eyes flick up to his warm brown eyes. They're my favorite pair of eyes. From the moment I met him, it was his kind eyes that drew me to him. They made you feel comfortable , and safe. His touseled brown hair is a mess from running his fingers through it all day at the top of his six foot three frame. He's fucking beautiful. 

His small smile slowly slips as his eyes look back at mine and lightning flashes again, and it feels like it's charging the air, or maybe that's us, maybe it's him , or my own stupidity imagining it. 

His eyes lower to my mouth, as our bodies slightly turn towards one another, and my breath shakes as I inahle and exhale slowly, trying to calm my quickening pulse. 

"We should get to bed." He says quietly. I nod in agreement.

"yeah" I say almost too quietly. My eyes looking at his one last time and then breaking the moment as I let them fall down toward the floor. 

"goodnight Han" he says. 

My eyes lift back up and I give him a small smile. "Goodnight" I say. Lifting my hand and tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear. I turn before I can let myself think about it too much, clearly I was reading into it, wanting something to be there that wasnt. He'd just spend his afternoon, in his bedroom while I fucked two other guys. Why on earth would he want me after that, or maybe I held him so high up on a pedestal, that I just didnt consider myself good enough for Dylan. That maybe it was me who was deciding he shouldnt want me after knowing what I do. I was my own worst enemy. I'm not ashamed of what I do, but I guess I let the stereotypes, and social judgements made on me by strangers, sometimes still affect how I feel about it. 

I know he watches me as I walk to my side of the apartment, and I look back, as I turn off the hallway light, and he smiles , standing at his own door. 

"Night." I say again. 

"Night." he says as I open my bedroom door and push inside, letting out a heavy breath after I close my door. 

I strip down till I'm in only my tank top and a pair of underwear, and then turn off my light, taking my phone with me to my bed and pulling back the covers and crawling in as I lay on my back and stare out the window at the storm still raging. 

I can't stop thinking about how Brian kept telling me that there is no way that Dylan doesn't want to sleep with me. I also can't stop thinking about how much I wish it were true. It's not that I don't think it's never crossed his mind, I'm sure it had, but not...to the point where he truly wanted it. Right? I huff as I sink further under the covers and lay my phone on the nightstand and then open up the drawer, pulling out one my few toys that I keep beside the bed, my trusted and true , top tier besties, that can make a girl orgasm in minutes. 

Thankfull they're all fairly quiet too, and I take the rose shaped vibrator that sucks and vibrates your clit, and turn it on the lowest setting. I was already turned on, already wet and primed for a quick release, but I was greedy, and wanted to make it last. I try to think of something else other than what's caused the flood of arousal between my legs. Dylan. 

I close my eyes as I take my one hand drawing my panties down slightly, my other hand maneuvering the toy inside of them and against my clit and my breath hitches at the contact, my hips automatically jumping. Even on the lowest setting, this toy gets me to the fucking edge so quickly.

I purposely move it down from my clit just a little, so it can't focus directly on it, as I writhe, my ass lifting from the bed. My body fighting against my mind, wanting more of that contact, as my brain tells me to tease myself. Dylan. Dylan. I bite my lip hard as i picture the moment by the glass door just minutes ago, his handsome face looking down at me. Letting myself pretend that he wanted to kiss me, just as much as I had wanted him to. Those lips. I moan slightly as I imagine how they'd feel on mine, how they'd feel on my neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs. 

My hips roll faster and I curse softly under my breath and I whimper quietly as I move the toy into place.

There. Right there. His lips , right there. Kissing my clit, sucking it, the tongue I've watched pass over his own lips, I imagine it licking at me slowly and I squeeze my eyes tighter. I was a terrible friend. I was worse than a guy. Surely Dylan didn't get off to me the way that I did to him. Cause I hate to admit, this is far from the first time I've let my imagination craft an experience with him. 

"dylan" I whisper his name, pushing the blanket, my body growing hotter, as my feet kick them down and off and I spread my legs even wider as my head pushes back as I move the toy back and forth slightly, edging myself, not letting myself fall into an orgasm just yet. 

I whimper as I take my free hand and pull up my tank top, baring my breasts and clutching one of them in my hand as I move the toy faster, my hips bucking, chasing my own torture. 

"dylan" I breathe his name as I imagine those eyes of his on me, and I moan, so fucking turned on that I dont even care I might be moaning too loud now. Squirming against my sheets as I get closer and closer to climaxing. 

I bite my lip harder as I picture him shirtless, the few times I've been graced with the blessing of laying eyes on him. Either walking around the house shirtless when he didnt think I was home, or the times we've been to the beach, the times he comes back from a run, drenched in sweat. I was going to fucking cum thinking about it, his perfectly toned body and muscles, the dip of his hips, that created that torturous v shape that I've imagine licking my tongue along and tracing with my fingertips more times than I can count. 

A loud crash of thunder shakes the apartment and even though I'm in the dark, I can hear it, the loss of the electricity. See it outside, the street lamps are out, and it's even darker between the flashes of lightning. 

"Shit" I hiss, the rose buzzing away in my panties from dropping it, and I grab it, pressing the power button off as I pant. The loss of the small glow of my alarm clock, and the outside lights, have plunged me even further into the dark and I hate it. Because OF COURSE the only thing that could ruin the high of being a split second from climaxing, had to happen. And now I'm more scared than horny, both fucking things coursing through me. 

My phone pings almost making jump again. I open my drawer, stuffing the rose inside and closing it. I grab my phone. 

"Power is out." it's a text from Dylan. 

I take a breath, and reply. 

"Street lights are out too." I type back. 

"Are you okay?" he replies quickly and a small smile pulls at my lips, and the ache between my legs still pulses. 

"Yeah." I reply. 

"You sure?" he types back and I smile a bit more, because Dylan knows my dislike for the dark, especially when there's nothing I can do about it.  I don't want to bother him with my sillyness, and my stupid little fear of the dark. 

"Yeah, I'm okay." I type. 

I wait for him to respond, and he doesn't. So I figure he's probably falling asleep, but then I hear his door from across the apartment, and the soft shuffle of his footsteps coming across the apartment and I smile. Because it's Dylan. My friend. My best friend at that. He knows me too well and when I hear a light rap of his knuckle on my door, I exhale a breath.

"It's unlocked." I call to him as I pull my covers back up and he opens the door slowly , peeking in. 

"You sure you're good?" he asks and I smile in the dark.

"I hate the dark." I say. 

He opens the door further. 

"Come sit with me in the living room, we'll light candles or something." he says and I smile. 

"you don't have to do that." I say quietly as the thunder still rolls , it's further now, but still loud, and the lightning still flashes in the distance, lighting up my room just barely. Enough to see he's shirtless, and only in boxers. I swallow. 

"come sit with me." he says again. 

"Okay." I say, cause he's not going to argue with me. Because he DOES have to do that, he DOES have to take care of me and comfort me, because that's just who he is, who he's always been. 

I push back my covers and slip out of bed as he waits by the door. I walk to where I put my pajamas pants and grab them and pull them back on. I mean, he's seen me naked, so being in my panties wasn't a thrill for him I bet, so I never got nervous or embarrassed about being barely clothed around him. 

I walk over to the door and he steps back letting me walk through, and rubs my back slightly as I walk through and I smile at the reassuring touch, and he follows me into the living room. 

We sit on the couch, and he pulls off the blanket from the back of the couch, handing it to me.

"Thanks" I say softly as I pull it up around me as I tuck my feet onto the couch and watch him go around, lighting up a few of the candles around the room. There's one on the coffee table. One on a stand near the window, and one on the counter that seperates the living area from the kitchen. He lights a second one on the counter and the four three wick candle throw enough of a warm light to ease my fear of the dark even more than having him in the room with me. 

He walks over and sits down then grabs the other small throw blanket, pulls it over his lap and then opens his arm to the side. 

"Come here." he says, and I smile sheepishly. 

"You're the best, you know that?" I ask as I scoot closer and tuck myself up against him. 

"Uh huh" he says and we both laugh and I try to ignore, that for the first time, I'm tucked against him while he's shirtless. We've had small cuddles here and there, while he's comforted me when I'm especially horomonal, or after a bad date. But he's always been fully clothed.

"You're warm" I whisper, and he just hums as he wraps his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest near his shoulder, and then slide my hand over his midsection, taking a cheap feel of his abs as I slide my arm around him to hug myself closer to him. My legs tucking themselves over his leg closest to me and sliding between his legs. His blanket bunched up near his waist and over the tops of his thighs. 

I take a long inhale of him. His faded cologne, just barely there, mixed with his deodorant, and the lingering smell of mint from his toothpaste. 

"You always smell so good." I say with a little sigh, that's a bit more dreamy that I should let it sound. His chest moves slightly, laughing almost silently. 

"So do you." he says, and I feel him move his head and push his nose to my head and inahles me as well. 

"I hope they never stop making that shampoo you use." he says quietly and I chew my lip. 

"You like it?" I ask quietly, my hand moving slightly on his side, but just barely. 

"I do." he says and then places a soft kiss on my hair. 

"It's my comfort smell." he says. I'm the one to laugh silently now.

"Your comfort smell?" I ask.

"Mhm" he says and then lifts his hand from arm to my head, and strokes my hair and I close my eyes. 

"Don't you have those smells, that you smell them, and just...they make you happy?" he asks and I swallow and nod against his chest. 

"yeah." I answer, emotion clogging my throat. And I think my heart just almost burst hearing him tell me that the smell of my hair comforts him, that it makes him happy. 

I feel his hand gently stoke my hair once more, and then his hand grabs a bunch of my hair, not pulling or anything, just, bunching it in his hand as he presses his nose the top of my head again and inhales.

"I love the smell of you." he says quietly and I inhale, my breath caught in my chest as I hold it, afraid to even breathe for how uneven I know my exhale will sound. 

I grab onto his side a bit and brush my cheek against his chest, and let myself exhale slowly and I feel his hand release my hair and my eyes close as his hand rests on my shoulder and rubs over it through the blanket.

"I love you." I say softly. Because it's not the first time I've told him I love him, we were friends. We always said it to one another. 

"I love you too." he says and kisses the top of my head again. 

Part of me wants to scream, wants to tell him No..I LOVE you. LOVE LOVE you. But I don't , I don't say anything as I stay there, quiet, silent as I listen to the thunder, and the beating of his heart in his chest.