Chapter 3: Welcomed

Since Tammy had turned me on to the joys of self-love, I couldn't get enough of it. I stroked myself in the shower, I touched myself in the tub, I masturbated on my mattress. One time when I got particularly desperate during the school day I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom where I immediately got to work on my clit. I set my own record that day - zero to "OH!" in about 90 seconds. Tammy and I still played together occasionally, but the school year was in full swing and our crazy schedules usually left one or both of us exhausted by the end of the day. Too tired to do little more than rub a little, gasp once, and pass out.

And every night I had the dream.

I could see the girl sleeping in a big four-poster bed with the pink curtains tied back to the bed posts. She lay on her side with her arms wrapped around a stuffed unicorn, and at some time during the night she had pushed the hot covers off with her feet, leaving only her long white nightgown to cover her body. Her long wheat-colored hair curled wildly around her neck and shoulders and spilled onto the pillow behind her head. Her finger nails and toe nails were polished pink, just like mine.

It was always very late. The open windows on either side of her bed looked out on an ink-black sky and no sound came from the house or the yard. Now in the deepest hours of the night a handsome man with the similar curly, wheat-colored hair would slip quietly through her bedroom door, locking it behind him. Quietly crossing to the bed he would very slowly untie the curtains and pull them together so that the entire bed was cocooned in pink fabric, closed off to the world. Then he would remove his robe to reveal his naked masculine body, lay the robe on the trunk at the bottom of the bed, and gently climb into the bed closing the curtains behind him.

That's when I would wake up... every single time.

But every night I had the dream. The dream that always ended with the curtains closing. I was pretty sure that my subconscious was trying to tell me something - probably that I needed to get laid.

Tammy lived just an hour away from the school and on our first long weekend she insisted on taking me home with her. I didn't mind, my parents had house guests sleeping in my room and didn't really want me home, though they would have made room for me. They were reluctant to let me go to a stranger's house for the weekend until Tammy had her father call my father to assure him that we would be supervised and safe.

On Wednesday afternoon Tammy's father, Jack, picked us up from school and took us out for an early lobster dinner on the way home. I liked Jack immediately. He was tall - about 6 ft. - with short dark hair and kind hazel eyes. He was clean-shaven with an "average Joe" look and he wasn't buff by any means but he kept himself fit. He was genuinely friendly and immediately put me at ease. I could see why Tammy adored him.

"Your brothers won't be coming home this weekend so you girls will have the run of the place." said Jack. "I was thinking we could have a cook-out for your Uncle Pete's birthday on Saturday but other than that there are no schedules. If you want to go to the mall or the movies just let me know and I'll take you, the dealerships will run them selves for a few days. I am yours to command ladies!" He made a half-bow from his chair and Tammy and I bowed back, laughing.

"Thank you again for letting me stay over for the weekend Mr. Parson!" I said for about the fifth time.

"You're very welcome Anna," he said with a smile. "But please, don't call me Mr. Parson any more! It makes me sound like a 90-year-old in an old-folks home. Please call me 'Jack'. No, better yet call me 'dad'! Yes, 'dad' will do nicely. I insist!"

Tammy smiled at me and arched an eyebrow, but I didn't have time to wonder what she was thinking because the waitress was putting our steamed lobster on the table.

"A toast!" said Jack, raising his iced tea. "To my two lovely daughters - both biological and borrowed!"

The Parson house was a large brick two-story that was nicely decorated but still had a welcoming lived-in look. Tammy gave me the five-cent tour and I quickly decided that it was the most beautiful house that I'd ever seen. During the tour I learned that Jack' car dealership business was booming and that he had just built this house and moved in over the past year or so. Tammy liked it because it was a lot bigger than their old house, and she also confessed to me that she liked it because it didn't remind her of her mother who had run off a few years back with another man.

The living room, staircase and entryway were all a part of the same room with a vaulted ceiling and sky lights. A baby grand stood in the center near French doors and the rest of the room was taken up by two sets of massive couches and chairs - one set surrounding a white rug, a coffee table, and a fireplace, the other set surrounding a big screen TV and a rather large stereo system. The massive windows along the back wall looked out onto the lawn and pool, and in the distance I could see a gazebo which I soon found out covered a large in-ground whirlpool.

Jack's master bedroom just off the living room was easily the biggest bedroom I'd ever been in. Near the door there was a separate living space with an over-stuffed leather couch, two chairs, a coffee table and a TV/stereo system. Beyond that were his king-size bed, side tables, and dresser. Doors on either side of the bed lead to the walk-in closet and the large master bathroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows ran all the way down the wall on the left with sliding glass doors in the center leading to the back yard and pool, and the right wall had smaller windows looking out onto the front yard. The walls of his room were decorated with ebony framed vintage car posters.