Dream (III)

She remembered the first time someone ate her pussy. She had almost forgotten the memory having had the second occurrence follow so quickly on the heels of the first. It had been the little girl downstairs, underneath the apartment she and mama shared. How she had talked that little girl into tasting her 6-year old pussy while they played on her swing set, she couldn't remember, but it was a memory that would resurface again after her new neighbor, Nasir, who lived across the hall came over to play.

But at the moment she was consumed with thoughts of Sabrina. Her. Sabrina. That little girl reminded Dream of Sabrina which is why she felt so comfortable with her. Time spent with Sabrina was like her childhood: carefree, unbounded, just plain fun. She sipped on the concoction Sabrina was currently mixing a second helping of and couldn't place the alcohol or the chaser. Sabrina should have been a bartender instead of a DJ; she could mix one hell of a drink. 

"So who's next girl?",  Sabrina asked from behind the bar. Dream looked over at her, enjoying how sexy she looked in a tank and boy shorts. She was the perfect mix of masculine and feminine. 

"What do you mean who's next?"

Sabrina made her way over the bed, carrying two fresh drinks. "Woman, I know you and I know how you operate. We are merely the interlude between compositions. Who's next?"

Dream smiled - just like her childhood: open and honest. "You're right, sometimes I just need a break and you've been a good friend to me in those times." She looked Sabrina in the eyes. "Is it getting to be too much?"

"Hell no", Sabrina replied. "It's not like I'm sitting around waiting. Just lucky for you monogamy is not my thing. But you still haven't answered my question. Who's next?"

"Cause there is no answer girl", Dream answered, feeling self-conscious about Sabrina's line of questioning. "Stop making me feel like a ho. I don't have anything lined up for after you. Why do you care anyway?"

"I don't. I mean, I care about you, but I don't care who comes next. I just know I have to make my exit soon."

"Why?" 

"I got a gig overseas. I'm going to Europe and Japan for awhile to play with Tess while she is on tour."

"Wow, Tess is really blowing up."

"Yeah doing more so over there than here. Anyway, I leave a week from Thursday and I gotta get all of my affairs in order before I leave."

Dream got out of bed and walked over to the window. There was a moving truck unloading items into her building. "So how long do I have you for?"

"Until this round of drinks is over." 

"No Sabrina! Really?"

"Yeah girl, I have to go."

"If I had known you were leaving this soon I would've sipped slower." Dream walked back over the bed and plopped down next to Sabrina. "I won't see you at all this summer."

"Nope."

"Aww Bree." Dream reached over and kissed her, calling her by the nickname she has coined for her years ago. "This will be a first in a long time."

"Yep."

Dream took a deep breath and took it all in - the haze of the drinks, the smell of Sabrina, the feeling of total relaxation she had when they were together. She took it all in and released it in her exhale. Her glass was empty and therefore time was up. 

She tapped Sabrina on the thigh. "Alright girl, trot that sexy ass overseas and spin those records. Don't forget to put me on to the latest and greatest cause they are always ahead over there." Dream got up and headed for the bathroom. "Oh and Bree?", she called grinning from ear to ear. 

"Yes?", Sabrina replied, with the same grin.

"Don't forget about me."

"I was going to say the same. Don't have too much fun this summer without me around."

"I won't. Will you lock the door on your way out?"

"Of course."

"I love you Bree."

"I know."

Sabrina listened to Dream start the water for her shower. She had already packed up her things and placed them by the door. She finished getting dressed and grabbed her jacket and keys. She looked down at her key ring and fingered the new set of keys to the loft Dream had just given her. She already had 2 sets of keys on this chain that belonged to Dream. She undid the new set and left them on the table next to the front door, grabbed her bag and left. 

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The sun was setting when Dream got out of the shower, and she opted to air dry while watching the sky change colors and finishing the remnants of Sabrina's drink. The movers were finishing up downstairs, and from the sound of things, the new neighbor was on her floor. Naked, she peeked out the door and looked down both ends of the hall. She saw boxes stacked up almost to the ceiling to her right, and a short, chubby guy just behind them. He was complaining to a tall, bored looking gentleman about some records that were broken in the moving process. Just as she was about to close her door, the short guy caught a glimpse of her thigh in the doorway. Before he could say anything, she closed the door and locked it. It was then she noticed the keys laying on the table. It hurt to see them there, but she figured Sabrina had her reasons. 

Two hours later she was buzzing after many failed attempts to recreate Sabrina's drink. She still hadn't gotten dressed, but grabbed her terry cloth robe and pulled it around her when her doorbell rang. Who could be at my door at this hour and without getting buzzed into the building? She almost jumped when she looked through the peephole and saw the short guy from next door. He wasn't serious. She almost left him standing there until she noticed he was holding a bottle of Patron in his hand. Gran Patron at that. She opened the door, glad that the robe hid her nudity underneath. 

"Good evening. I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Nasir. I just moved in next door." He extended his hand and she took it.

"Hi Nasir, welcome to the building. Is that a welcome gift for me?"

"Yeah, well I thought you might like a taste."

"Interesting. Shouldn't I be bringing you something seeing how you just moved in?"

"Traditionally, that would be the case. But I believe in making my own traditions."

Dream laughed internally. This fool had no idea who he was dealing with. "Well that is something we share in common. For instance, it is not traditionally my style to drink tequila with a man I don't know. But in this case, I'll make an exception. Won't you come in?"

Nasir walked past Dream into her loft. It had twice the square footage of his own space. Dream took the bottle from his hands while he ogled her view of the city and headed to the bar. "Cadillac margarita alright?"

"A straight shot will be just fine."

Even better, Dream thought to herself. The smaller the drink, the shorter the visit. She mixed her own cocktail and handed him his shot. He took it straight down without flinching. "Another?", he asked, handing her the glass. Dream took it and rolled her eyes on the way back to the bar. She would not allow him to get fucked up in her place - he could go home for that. She brought him the second shot and he took that one to the head as well. Then he looked back at the view. 

"Your place is gorgeous. The view is great."

"Yes it is. I'll bet the view in your place is just as nice."

"It is." 

They stood silently for a full two minutes before Dream decided her time entertaining this fool was over. "Nasir, I hate to --"

He looked her dead in the eye as he cut her off. "I hope you don't think I'm rude when I say this. I've had a really long, stressful day and I just need to relax and unwind, and take my mind off of all the things that went wrong with this move. I know this is forward of me but can I eat your pussy?"

Dream was too stunned to respond. That was the absolute last thing she'd expected him to say. But he wasn't finished. 

"I don't want to fuck you., at least not tonight. But I would like to get in between those thighs of yours and eat until I've had my fill. That would really help me relax."

Dream sized him up. She could tell he wasn't packin' and his mouth gave nothing away. He knew she wasn't convinced, so he tried one more tactic. 

"I bet I can lick you better than the chick who just left."

"I doubt it." Dream undid her robe and watched him salivate as she laid across the bar, and grabbed the bottle of Patron. The tequila stung as it hit her clit, but not for too long, since Nasir had it in his mouth before she could really feel it. 

And until the wee hours of the morning, he would ride the wave in.