Chapter 10: Second Dream

Holding my two vixens, I drifted off to dreamland. After everything that had happened that day, I welcomed the temporary oblivion. The torrent of images and memories that were a side-effect of my brain processing everything that had occurred was short lived. Much like the previous night, my dreams parted way for the approach of a visitor.

I looked around and found nothing but infinite blackness. In all the stories I had read about such things, it was supposed to be a bad thing on the psyche to stare for too long. That place didn't hold any bad feelings to it. It felt like it did when I closed my eyes and looked around: nothing but darkness, but knowledge that there was a world beyond it.

I spotted three figures approaching, and those figures were spectacularly dressed. Renée, Erin and Nadia all approached. I could feel their presence like distinct patterns in the wind. I knew there was no air movement, but their approach seemed to disturb something. Some part of my mind that anticipated them would always be able to tell when they were near and where and how they moved. Not only would I be aware of them, but I felt as if this was some additional dimension to their physical presence. I couldn't understand what I was noticing because it wasn't like seeing or touching them. It was a sense that I had no description for, and it felt as natural as all my normal senses. I decided to stop dwelling on this new sensation and focus on what was before me.

Renée wore a blue dress like something out of medieval times. Her feet were bare and peeked from under the hem of her skirts as she walked. Those skirts moved with her long legs and simultaneously showed off and hid her shape. The middle of the dress was encased in a dark brown leather bodice that, with the billowing effect of the rest of the dress, made her midriff seem even more slender than she already was. Up top, her breasts weren't overly exposed, but the blue cotton material teased the eye by showing subtle hints of her size and guarding it. Her tanned and delicate shoulders were covered with her golden hair that was loose and elegant much like the rest of her outfit. Her smile portrayed a delight I hadn't seen in her previously. She really liked the dress, and on her, so did I.

Erin wore a short circle skirt that barely reached the middle of her shapely thighs. The top of the skirt hugged the tops of her hips and accentuated her exposed midriff. Her skin was fair toned and she normally didn't show off too much in the summer sun, but in the dream she was free from the possibility of sunburn. Her full breasts were encased in a sheer top that looked painted on if it hadn't been for the long trumpeted sleeves. The light pink of the top brought out color in her skin. It made her look more touchable. Erin's green eyes blazed with a yearning to be touched and held. She wanted more from me than just security. She wanted to feel wanted. In that outfit, she would entice my animalistic desires and get what she required.

Nadia strutted along the other side of Renée. Her fiery red dress was tight from neck to knees. Anyone who saw her in that outfit would have no doubt of what she was packing. A diamond was cut out at the most dramatic point along her long line of cleavage. The way her breasts bulged against the material and the placing of that window showed off her assets to phenomenal affect. The curve of her hips slipped this way and that as she walked, and her strong thighs moved the tight fitting skirt with a grace that would make mortal hearts melt. And I wasn't immune. At her knees the dress flared out in ruffled elegance that allowed her to walk and mostly hid her high-heeled shoes. They too were as red as the dress. The color of passion, something I had felt for Nadia since the moment I saw her.

After sighting my three beauties, I felt something about myself. Looking down I discovered that I was dressed up as well. I wore a gold shirt that billowed like Renée's dress. Leather braces held the sleeves to my forearms and also matched the leather of Renée's bodice. A royal purple vest with black and gold embroidery covered my chest. A small lapel pin of emerald green reminded me of Erin's eyes. My pants were black like Nadia's untamed hair as were the boots that peeked out from the dark material. Gold tips gleamed in an unseen flicker of light. The outfit was comfortable and I even liked the colors. I looked up just as my trio of lovers stopped in front of me, all three with looks of intermingled lust and delight playing on their faces.

In my previous dream, it had been just me and Renée, and we had started out naked. It wouldn't surprise me if the four of us ended up that way again. On some level I was hopeful, but at the same time, I liked the clothes. It brought out different aspects of all of us. I wondered whose idea it was.

"Yours, " I heard a voice say. I didn't see any of the girls move, but one of them had answered my question. I looked from one to the other trying to figure out what had happened.

"Renée answered your question, " another voice commented. I looked over at Erin because that's who I thought the voice matched. She nodded.

"You don't have to talk here. We can hear each other's thoughts." I looked at Nadia that time. The sultry tone of her voice was even clearer.

"The more we share with each other, the easier it gets." That was definitely Renée and as I looked to her, she smiled and nodded. "And you're right."

"This is a dream. How can we hear each other's thoughts?" It was a puzzle that I didn't even begin to understand.

Erin stepped up and put her hand on my arm. "Does it matter how? We're all together and anything is possible. All we have to do is want it." Her touch was soothing and I placed my hand on hers. It felt so right to touch her. Renée and Nadia stepped up and all of us were touching and holding each other.

"This feels so good."

"Like home."

"Like family."

"Like this is how it should feel."

All of us agreed that it was good and none of us wanted to let go. I don't know how long we stayed there holding each other, but it was as if time ceased to exist and we could always be together.

I felt a multitude of emotions sweep through us: happiness, love, joy, sensuality, lust, loss, hunger, eagerness, depression, and fear. Each held a different flavor and all of them seemed both familiar and foreign. I was sharing my emotions and so were they. It wasn't just statements and questions we were sharing, but how we felt when communicating, touching, and generally existing. Not only did I see various events from their lives, but they saw some of mine. I wasn't sure how I felt about that kind of sharing, but the desire to remain with them was strong.

Images and feelings flowed through us faster and harder. I felt like I was accumulating the others lives and losing my own. Faster and faster, images and emotions passed through me, hammered at my psyche and bombarded me. I couldn't take any more and finally shut off the flow. Everything stopped suddenly.

For a brief moment, I felt all of us take a full breath as if we had been suffocating. Maybe we had been, but there was no real way to know. All of us were still holding onto each other. The girls were all breathing heavily and so was I. I felt a mixture of exhilaration and fear as if I had just gotten off the world's scariest roller coaster.

Then I noticed something new: All four of us had a mark in the middle of our chests. The marks were identical and looked like hovering pieces of glowing satin hanging just over our respective hearts. On the three girls, the marks didn't follow with their clothing or pull away from their basic structures like a shirt would due to the impressive size of their breasts. It was like the marks were representing the sternum of each of our skeletons. I reached up to feel my mark but my hand passed through it as if it wasn't there.

"What's the matter?" Renée asked.

"I ... I don't know." I looked up. "Don't you see the marks?"

They looked at one another and then back at me. All three thought the same thing, "No."

I described what I was seeing, but it didn't help the girls to see them. I couldn't understand what it was or what it was supposed to mean. Being we were in a dream it didn't scare me. What did bug me was that I was the only one who could see them. Renée distracted me for a moment when she reached out for my hand.

"I saw something that did scare me." Her thought had my attention.

"What did you see? Was it some other marks?"

"No. You ran into a group of girls the night you arrived."

I recalled the previous Sunday's shocking event. "Yeah. I'd never seen anything like that before."

"Do you remember what I told you about the kidnappings?"

"Yeah. But I thought that event had been a sorority prank."

"Sandra Flores was last seen Sunday. She hasn't been seen since. She was the brunette from that event. Some of her clothes were discovered between the Architecture and Fine Arts buildings... "

"That's where I saw that... " My thought blurted, but it didn't stop hers.

" ... No one knows what happened and the cops are adding her to the list of kidnapped women. You saw the two women; could you identify them?"

"No, I only ever saw their backs."

"Did you see where they went?"

"No, I didn't even try to follow. I didn't think I would get to join in."

Renée nodded. "You're probably the only person to ever actually witness one of the kidnappings."

"If that's what it was. They didn't look like they were forcing her to go anywhere." Again, the thought of the two blondes tugging at the brunette ran through my mind. "Maybe they were, but she didn't put up much of a fight."

"True." Renée paused for a moment. If she had been thinking anything, I didn't hear any of it. "Considering you've seen this, you would know what to look for." She looked up into my eyes. "Would you protect us?"

Erin and Nadia both looked up at me. Both of them had worried expressions, but I could tell they were hopeful.

"Absolutely. I don't want anything to happen to any of you." I turned to look at each of them as I answered.

Renée pulled herself to me and hugged me tightly. "That's why I asked you, because you are already concerned for us. I know you'll do what you can to keep us safe."

I held her one-on-one for a moment, and then let her go to hug Erin and finally Nadia individually. After stepping back but keeping them all close I looked into all of their eyes. "It's more than that. You're mine. I won't let anyone take any of you from me. I don't mean to sound like some kind of macho pig, but that's how I honestly feel."

"And your honesty is what we want, " Erin replied. "So many things get messed up because people almost refuse to be honest."

"Yeah but there is such a thing as too much honesty and that can be brutal. No one wants to hear every thought that escapes me."

"That may be, but you'll be surprised at how strongly it will bind us, " Nadia thought. "Besides, you're not the only one who can be possessive. I don't want anyone taking you from me either."

Erin and Renée both nodded in agreement.

"But you're sharing me... "

"Yes, just like sharing toys as a kid. We each get our own quality time with you and none of us feels jealous or threatened, " Renée answered.

"So, am I just some toy?" The way the thought was presented included a mix of cynicism and sarcasm.

Fortunately, Renée was really good with the thought-talking thing. "Yeah, you're a toy. But a really... " She ran her hands down my arms. "Really... " her hands slipped to my hips and drew up between us, "fun toy." Her hands lightly caressed my crotch. I also felt a hand on my backside and one last one sliding up into my hair.

Even with all the attention I was a bit disappointed. I wish I were more than just a toy.

Renée returned an annoyed look. "I don't think of you as just a sex object." Erin and Nadia both thought similar things. Renée shook her head. "I know how sensitive you are... " She pulled back and looked down at where my pants were beginning to bulge. She lightly stroked me and looked up with her eyes only. "And I don't mean just here either." Even though she was talking to me about emotions, she didn't slow her handling of my genitals. "You actually care about us even though you've only known us for a couple of days."

I looked at Erin and Nadia, "Or a few hours... " Flashes of our night ran through my mind.

Renée smiled at that and looked over at Nadia. "Yeah. Your life has been a bit of a mystery. I don't remember you ever talking about any guy you've dated much less met one."