Alyssa's continuing story. Read the previous post first.

The last story was written in a style that I have used before. I don't really have a name for it, but I compare it to watching a quick movie. You know some of the details, but the scene shifts quickly and goes to the next one. I wrote the first part of that last night, being half asleep and horny. I want to continue the story, but I want to do it a different way. I like to write stories in the first person, and like I am telling someone else about my story. I don't write for a living, so don't critique my style. 


The service guys are in the other room now, replacing my furnace. They have been here since 7 or so, and after the events of yesterday, I just want to keep to myself and not talk to anyone. I am still not so sure what was real and what was just a REALLY vivid dream. I can tell you, nothing about it felt like a dream. I can still smell the hospital, I can feel the crisp sheets of the hospital bed, the taste of the brunette girls pussy, the taste of her brother Jason's cum, how their skin smelled............everything. The whole thing really has me shaken up.

I did formally get introduced to Jason & Jennifer yesterday. They were the ones from my "dreams". They call themselves brother and sister, but they are actually step-siblings. I found out quite a bit more about them from Jennifer while Jason checked out my furnace. He was there for almost an hour trying to figure out what was wrong. When he finally came out, Jennifer and I had started becoming quite friendly with each other. He said the furnace would have to be replace, and Jennifer invited me to lunch one day. She said she was eager to find a new friend, all her old friends were back in California. I could be her new besty!

The service company that is replacing my furnace now brought me some space heaters to use to keep me warm through the night. They barely did their job. I slept with 3 blankets on my bed last night. I woke up to the same splitting headache that I went to bed with last night. I barely had time to brush my teeth when the furnace company called to confirm my 8am appointment. It was 10 after 7.

I barely had time to make some toast and get my first cup of coffee down before the guy came with my furnace. I didn't want to take a shower while he was here, and didn't want to go out unless I showered so there I sat in my room.

The technician guy knocked on my bedroom door at about 2 and said he had to go get another part, and asked if I would be there when he got back. I told him that I had some errands to run, but I would leave the door unlocked if he wasn't going to be very long. He said he would be gone about a half an hour, and if he got done before I got back, would lock the door behind him. The second he left, I ran and jumped in the shower.

I was just putting my shoes on when he knocked on the door before walking in. He told me how long he would be, I told him I was leaving, and left. I was letting my car warm up, and lit up one of my old stale cigarettes from my console. I was savoring the buzz I was getting when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but answered it anyways.

"Alyssa? It's Jennifer......from yesterday.....the maintenance guys sister?"
"Of course, how are you? I was going to call you but couldn't find where I wrote down your number."
"Cool, I was hoping that you weren't just being nice."
"No, no, of course not. So, are you calling for lunch tomorrow?"
"No, actually I was hoping maybe you wanted to go to dinner, like a girl-date or something."
I didn't say anything for a second, and apparently my silence got her nervous and she started backpedaling.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean a date date, I just mean like...........when I went out with my friends in California, we called them girl-dates, I didn't mean to imply anything by it."
"No sorry, I was trying to plug my ipod in and got sidetracked.........it's totally cool, I would love to go on a girl-date with you. Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know this town much yet............Do you like Mexican food? Italian food? Chinese? Sushi?"
"Italian would be good, you ever been to Johnny Carinos?"

I knew it was stupid to have a pre-conceived notion about how the night was going to go based on a dream. And it's not like I was hoping for it, wanting it or anything like that, I just had the feeling I knew how the night was going to go. Either way, I went over to the mall, bought some new makeup, a new bra and pantie set and a coffee from Starbucks. By the time I got home it was close to 4 and the furnace guy was just running the furnace through some tests to check it's operation. Five minutes later he was gone.

For whatever reason, I decided to take another shower. I rewashed my hair, shaved everything, put a cleansing masque on my face and washed my body with my LoveSpell  body wash. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was getting ready for a date. It's kind of funny now when I think about it, but I remember being giddy with excitement. I put on my "night on the town" face, did my "fancy" style on my hair, put on my new bra and panties, and then stood in front of my closet for a half an hour before settling on a pair of skinny jeans, my silvery belt, my high-heeled boots, and a low cut long-sleeve button up, red shirt. I only had to pick out a jacket now. I am kind of a jacket freak. I have half my closet filled with jackets and coats. I found the coat I wanted to wear........It was a white coat with a full fuzzy hood, but now I had to change my shirt. I have an off-white biker shirt that immediately stuck out to me. Not fancy, but not white-trash either. My sister knows I am a huge fan of the show "Sons of Anarchy", so she bought me this white shirt that is made of an almost thick linen, has "SAMCRO" down one arm, and just above my right breast, says "Property of The Sons Of Anarchy MC". As soon as I saw it, I knew that was the one I would wear. Turns out it was a great choice.

Jennifer called just as she was pulling in to the apartment complex and I met her down at her car. She was driving this cute little dark gray Mazda 6 with tinted windows and California plates. The car smelled like smoke and vanilla so I knew she was a smoker. I am a recovering smoker, and only quit because I couldn't afford to smoke anymore, so it wasn't a big deal. Once we started going, I smelled what she was wearing, and when I caught my first whiff, my heart skipped a beat. She wore the exact same thing that I did, Victoria's Secret "Love Spell".

It was only a short drive to the restaurant and we spoke briefly of my run-in with death, and how her brother told her that had I not started to feel weak, or if that had happened at night, I wouldn't have come out of that apartment alive. It still freaked me out a bit, but not nearly as much as my dreams that I had.

The wait at Carino's was about 25 minutes, so we stood outside by the "heater-poles" and smoked her cigarettes and got to know each other. Nothing about it felt like a date, it felt more like two new friends getting to know each other. And the more we talked, the better I felt.

When we finally got seated, our waiter came up to introduce himself, and to ask if we would like a sample of wine. Wouldn't you know it, it was my ex-boyfriend. Jake and I dated for 2 years, and I was seriously in love with him. We had talked about marriage, talked about how many kids we wanted........all the stuff that serious couples talk about. I had no indication that he was cheating on me. We spent most of our time together, but we did have time for ourselves. He kept his friends, I kept mine, we both went out with our friends......I trusted him completely. I had even hunted him down at different clubs to be with him, and had never seen him talking to women other than ones I knew where his friends. Just before Thanksgiving last year, I got sent to a training seminar in Salt Lake for 3 days. That's when it started with him and his little bitch. I found out the day after Christmas that he had been cheating on me with a barely 18 year old girl who he had fallen in love with and had gotten pregnant. I was devastated and even went as far as contemplating suicide.

And here he was, that rotten fuck was going to be our waiter. When he saw it was me, he stammered a bit before composing himself and asking how I was. I simply stated that I was fine, and I would love a sample of wine and to bring a bottle.

Jennifer saw how uncomfortable we both were and asked "So, who was that? An ex-boyfriend?"
I explained my story over a couple of glasses and when he came back to take our order, Jennifer reached across the table, gently grabbed my hand and said "You decide what you want babe?" I immediately took the hint and played it up. I went over the top of her hand with my other hand, and gave him my order. Jennifer gave him her order, then handed him the menus. When he left, he look way flustered and we both laughed.

We took turns feeding each other and really playing towards the whole lesbian lover thing each time he was near us. He couldn't take his eyes off of us and it was beautiful thing. We had discussed that we would go dutch (obviously), but after he brought us the check, Jennifer had the idea to give me the cash and that I should pay with my debit card, and say something like "Don't worry sweety, I got this one." The look on his face was priceless and as we walked out arm in arm, he could be seen whispering something to the waiter standing next to him. We laughed all the way to the car.

Once in the car, we tried to decide what to do, and finally settled on going to a Barnes & Noble, getting a Starbucks coffee, and browsing through books or something for while and then perhaps to a club or something later.
"I gotta tell you, I love your shirt. Where did you get it?"
"My sister knows I love the show and got it for me for Christmas, I'm not sure where she got it"
"I love it too, Jax is sexy as hell."
"I know right.............I didn't really like this last season though, but it ended pretty good."
"You wear that shirt well though, it's sexy as hell."
"Thank you, but I wouldn't exactly call it sexy though"
"Well, on you, it's sexy."

We talked about the last season of the show on the way to Barnes and Noble, (all of five minutes) and immediately got ourselves a big Mocha when we got in to the store. We ended up in the self-help section going through the sex books. She found one called "The Art of Fisting" and we had a good laugh about that one, found another book dedicated to anal sex, and was generally surprised to find that some of these books contained very graphic images.

The whole time we were in there, Jennifer was very touchy, but not in a bad way. I find myself liking it more and more, and I started doing the same thing. There definitely was a sexual tension between us, and I just wasn't sure how I should feel about it. But it was definitely there, and at one point, we nearly kissed.
It didn't take long for Barnes & Noble to get really boring, but it was still only 8:30, which is too early to go to the club. So we decided to drive around and "piss off teenagers" on the cruise.

We didn't piss any teenagers off, and the sexual tension that was so present in the bookstore was starting to wear off as the thought and talk of sex went away. But we drove around for about an hour before deciding that we both wanted to get drunk and we should park her car at my house, and take a taxi.

And get drunk we did. We drank, we danced, we blew off guys, we played darts, pool, and danced some more. The sexual tension was coming back full force. We were dancing to "apple bottom jeans", getting all sweaty, when Jennifer started dirty dancing and rubbing all up on my like a cat. We knew there were tons of eyes on us, but it didn't matter............it progressively got hotter and hotter until we were face to face and without thinking, I kissed her. It was quick kiss, but seconds later she kissed me and slipped in her tongue. When the song was over, we walked off the stage, hand in hand back to our table. I sat down first and thought she would take her own seat, but instead she straddle me, face to face and planted a huge kiss on me. We didn't exactly make out, but we did kiss for a few seconds. I was instantly wet and very eager to take the next step, but still wasn't positive that wasn't just doing it to keep getting attention, or if she was feeling what I did.

The next hour or so was a lot of the same thing.......dancing, some kissing, more drinking, more sweating. And each time I went in to the bathroom, I found the same thing...........an uber-wet pussy. Last call was just around the corner , so I called up the cab driver that brought us, and told him to pick us up. He was across town but would be there in fifteen minutes or so. I was just finishing my drink, leaning against the empty pool and when she came out of the bathroom, she walked right up to me, kissed me again, and whispered in my ear "Any chance we can take this further?" I whispered back in her ear yes, and then gently took her earlobe in to my mouth.

We went outside to cool off and wait for the cab. We shared a cigarette, kissed a few times more, shared another cigarette and waited. The club was nearly empty, and ready to close and the driver still wasn't there. I was leaning against the wall, getting ready to fish my cell phone out of my pocket when Jennifer came face to face with me, and just looked at me eye to eye as she started unbuttoning my jeans. She got the zipper down just a little and slipped her hand inside my panties to my pussy. Her fingers rubbed over my clit a few times, and when she brought up her wet fingers, slowly stuck them in her mouth, and then mine. My knees nearly buckled. I was ready to return the favor when the cab driver finally pulled up. I didn't want to look like I was fumbling with buttoning my pants again, so I left them like they were and we got it.

We kept things pretty civil on the way to my house, but whispered dirty thoughts to each other the whole way. We got back to my house, and she said that she needed to get her purse out of her car first, and asked if I wanted to have another cigarette. We stood there, being mostly quiet, both fully knowing what was going to happen next. She got her purse, we finished the cigarette, and went back in to my apartment.

For the first time I can remember, my apartment was toasty warm, on the verge of being hot. I kicked off my shoes, looked back at her with the best "come hither" look I could muster, and started undressing on my way to the bathroom. I fully intended to take a shower, and I fully intended her to take one with me. I was down to my underwear in seconds, and had the shower going before she was standing behind me fumbling with her clothes. I got in the shower, which was way too hot, and she was in right after me. With that first kiss, and the first touch of each others wet pussy's, I literally came right then and there.

My heart was beating as fast as when I go jogging, my toes felt numb, I could feel my pussy quivering and I couldn't wait to go further. We spent the better part of twenty minutes in that shower......washing each other, rubbing each other, kissing each other and talking dirty. I have never felt so alive in all my life. I could feel every inch of my skin, and every touch and kiss felt as intense as a bungee jump.

We didn't bother drying off before we pulled each other in to my bedroom. I didn't think about my roommate until I was screaming her name from the climax she had just given me with her tongue. I was nervous about returning the favor, but was eager to do it. I can still smell and taste her pussy even now, and it was the most glorious thing I have ever done. I couldn't get enough of her, and even after I made her cum, and she begged me to stop, I couldn't. 30 seconds later, she damn near pulled the hair out of my head as I made her cum again.

It took a wild lesbian night of sex to turn me on to the ass. She asked me to get on all fours, and for the first time ever, felt a tongue in my ass. And when she pushed her pinky finger in to my butt, I came again. Before the night was over, she was fucking my ass with my vibrator, and I was doing to same to her with another. Before we fell asleep in each others arms, I had came 11 times that night.

I went to sleep still smelling the sex in the room and a huge smile on my face. I woke up in my living room with my head in my chest, half naked and feeling like I was going to pass out again.