Chapter 9

9

PORTER

I n my dream, I was making love to her. She was draped magnificently across the bed, like a Rubenesque model from an expensive oil painting. From her toes to the top of her head, her skin was bare, shimmering in the candlelight. Her red hair fanned across the pillow like flame from a lamp, lighting a fire in my soul.

I lay next to her, devoid of clothing, my cock bulging between us. I ran a palm across her flesh, from one creamy hip to the other, feeling the softness of her skin. I circled her hip, sliding my fingers up and down her thigh, just tracing the outline of her figure. The goddess moaned beneath me, sliding further down the pillow as if she could direct my caresses. I moved my hand up willingly, skimming her inner thigh until I reached the pot of gold.

She came alive, parting her legs to allow me access. Her outer folds were as smooth as her breasts, plump and slick with lust. I ran two fingers along the crease, watching her face as I did so. Her perfect eyes were closed, her mouth a tight line of concentration. I leaned forward to kiss her on the lips as I slid my fingers past her barrier and deep into her canal. I could feel her internal muscles clench, absorbing the shock of my arrival. Her lips parted to allow me entrance above, and I moved inside her from both places, staking my claim.

There was a commotion in the hallway that destroyed the dream at that critical moment. I cursed loudly, finding myself alone on a cot in the hospital. Gina was nowhere to be found. Of course she wasn't here—my sleep-addled brain fought to catch up with reality. Gina wasn't my girlfriend; she wasn't my lover. She was just a nurse who was friendly to me, that was all.

I should be appalled that I was having a sex dream about her, but instead, I was incredibly turned on. I looked down at my body to see a tent between my legs. Out in the hallway, the yelling subsided. I could only imagine what had happened in the early morning hours. Some new residents had been brought in, or someone had gone off their meds or gotten angry with a staff member. It wasn't all that uncommon for people to cause a fuss, even in this low-risk area. I just wish it hadn't happened at that particular moment. Another five minutes, and I could have finished the wet dream and gone about the rest of my night in peace.

Frustrated, I slid my hand into my pants, determined to finish what I had started. My roommate was possibly asleep in the next bed. I wasn't entirely sure if he had slept through the commotion or not. But turning a blind eye while your roomie masturbated was one of the tenets of sharing a room with another guy, so I decided to kick propriety to the curb.

I turned my back to him and gripped my shaft in my right hand, trailing fingers up to the tip to find it already damp. I held a picture of Gina in my mind, looking as beautiful as she had on the day we met. I imagined that locked room, the one with the video cameras and the chair nailed to the floor. I imagined her coming to visit me in her scrubs and leading me to the chair.

She told me to sit down and stood in front of me to strip off her shirt. Her breasts swung free, as ripe and delicious as peaches. Behind the cameras, someone was watching and jerking off to our porno. I held my dick in one hand as she climbed onto my lap, spreading her legs. She sat down on me hard, swallowing my entire length with her pussy. And she bounced like a rodeo rider, up and down, her breasts swinging gloriously in my face.

I could see the exchange as real as if it were a memory. Every inch of her was already familiar, her expressions when I filled her canal as natural as her professional smile. I came all over my hand, my muscles bunching up and my spine contracting. I curled up on my side, feeling waves of relief crash over me. That climax had been a long time coming. This entire stay in the institution had been one long build to a vista I was never going to see. The best I could do was fantasize about her, and the only way I was ever going to touch her was in my dreams.

I wiped my hand off on the bedsheets. I knew the cleaning staff would find out what I had been up to, but I didn't care. It was worth it. I felt better than I had in years. I was finally over the toxic withdrawal symptoms and felt like myself again after being absent for so long. And now, having dispensed with the pressure that Gina's proximity aroused in me, I was reborn. I fell back asleep for the last few hours the program would allow me and woke refreshed.