Pleasent Dreams
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Some dreams are so real and frightening that you never want to go back to sleep, but there are those special dreams that take you places you never want to leave. Be careful not to let those dreams become your reality. Doris Groves walked that fine line between reality and her dream world.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Paranormal Masturbation Oral Sex
I was working late, and as usual, Connie would not leave until I did. I called her on the intercom, “Connie, I’m going to be here a while. Would you mind having Antonio’s deliver a house salad with Russian dressing and green tea? And get something for yourself too.”
When Connie came back with our dinner, I asked her to have a seat and eat with me. I set the file aside that I’d been reading. We conversed about a number of pertinent office issues until Connie brought up Mr. Berkley and his intern program. I had never mentioned to her that I knew Mr. Berkley’s original reason for hiring her. I was sure Connie brought it up because she needed to clear the air and get something off her chest.
“I was very surprised when you offered me this position, considering that Mr. Berkley hired me as one of his interns.”
“You can be assured that I know why Mr. Berkley hired interns. But that’s not why I hired you.”
He never touched me, Miss Groves. He made a pass at me, and I confessed that I was gay. I thought he would find a way to fire me, but he didn’t. Whenever he called me into his office, he would go over org charts, the supply train, marketing and finances with me. Is that why you hired me?”
“I had no idea Mr. Berkley had taken an interest in your career. He was training you, and I assume he was going to offer you a permanent position. He knew talent when he saw it. And so do I.”
“No, I meant because I’m gay?”
“Until ten seconds ago, I had no idea you were gay.
“I was sure he would have told you.”
“I can assure you, Mr. Berkley would never out you. And I’m guessing that you assumed because I’m 43 years old and still single that I’m gay?”
“I’m sorry, Miss Groves, but yes, I did.”
“Oh, don’t be. You’re not the first one who thought that. Besides, it’s true. I prefer a woman, but have been attracted to a few men. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term.”
“Of course.”
“Although I find you very attractive, I did not hire you with sex in mind. I’m not about to revive Mr. Berkley’s intern program.”
“You find me attractive?”
“Yes, Connie, I do. But please, let’s not get into an uncomfortable conversation. I have been very busy and have not had much time for socializing.”
“I understand, Miss Groves.”
Then I thought of Mr. Berkley’s letter and his advice.
Find and hold onto someone in the real world before the dreams become your reality. That is the curse that comes with the pleasure.
I was starting to understand why Mr. Berkley began the intern program. The dreams were relaxing and occasionally extremely erotic. I woke up relaxed and ready to go to work. But on the occasion when the dreams were erotic or an exotic destination, I was starting to resent waking up. I had even begun to wonder if the places the dreams took me were real. When going to bed, I wondered what exotic island or city my dream would take me on that night.
We finished our dinner in silence. Connie left my office and closed the door.
It was almost 8:30 when Connie and I signed out at the guard’s desk and exited the building. “Have a nice weekend, Connie.”
Connie turned to me, “There is a nice club within walking distance. We could have a drink and relax before heading home?”
It had been a hectic thirteen months, and I hadn’t had a moment to sit and relax or socialize. I’m sure knowing Connie’s sexual preference influenced my decision, “Alright, one drink.”
I looked around when we entered the club. There was a four-piece band and a female vocalist belting out a song from the ‘90s. The dance floor was crowded. I turned to Connie, “This is a lesbian bar.”
“Yes, I come here a few times a month to dance and have a drink or two. The bartender with the white baseball cap is a friend of mine.”
I looked over to the bar and spotted her immediately. Like Connie, she was a very stunning-looking woman but had a more athletic build. I could see the attraction. “What would you like, Miss Groves? I’ll have my friend run us a tab.”
“Gin and tonic, with lime, please.”
I couldn’t even recall the last time I frequented a place like this. It had been six years since I had a serious relationship. I had come to rely on my lesbian dating site for an occasional casual hookup. I hadn’t even checked the site since Mr. Berkley passed away.
One drink turned into two, then three. Connie asked me to dance. When I stood up, she took my hand. I followed her to the dance floor. We danced a couple of fast songs until we were in each other’s arms as we danced to a slow, dreamy number. One dance later, we had our first kiss as we pressed tightly against each other. Other couples were making out around us.
I thought I’d better ask, “What about your friend the barkeep?”
“She is just a friend. We get together occasionally, but it’s nothing serious.”
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