Happy Accidents

I sat up in bed with my legs crossed. My breathing became erratic but slowly corrected itself as Zef's hand swayed to and fro on my back. The haunting image of the woman from my nightmare slowly crumbled in my mind as my eyes feasted on Zef's naked glory.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

Zef looked confused. More confused at my question than my sorry state.

"I came home with you, babe, remember?"

I replayed the events that transpired yesterday in my head. I dissected each scene with the unforgiving passion of a movie critic, nitpicking even on the tiniest detail, that they almost sent me an invite to join Rotten Tomatoes. From what K could recall, there was nothing out of the ordinary that happened yesterday other than the conversation I had with Zef which, according to Marie, never happened. Oh. That and doing my pre-bedtime rituals like washing my face and brushing my teeth.

With nothing making sense, my mind started to fail. I slumped back to bed, thinking this was just another dream. One nap would turn things back to normal, I thought, so I buried my face under a pillow.

Faster than I can say Albuquerque, I felt a finger tracing my chest then down to the hemline of my shorts. The finger gingerly pulled it down, along with my underwear, releasing a flaccid half-foot schublig. A hand enters the picture and began stroking said schublig —initially slow then eventually in earnest. Power began to course through my veins but ended between my legs. I could feel something has hardened, like a sword crafted by a meticulous blacksmith. Was it Excalibur? We can never tell. What I do know was, at the time, I was ready to bury it so deep inside Zef, anyone one who could unmount me from her would be crowned King.

The faster Zef stroked, the more I burned in desire. I decided to let go of my thoughts and give in. I gently put my hand at the back of her head and pulled her down for a passionate kiss. She tilted her to one side and gently brushed her lips on mine. Her lips were soft and plump, and Zef knew how to use them all too well. She started sucking on my upper lip then lightly touched it with her tongue. I fought back by sucking on her upper lip as well, like a toddler would on a pacifier, then gently nibbling it which drove her crazy. I could feel her body tingling all over, like all desire has been let out.

"This is one wild dream," my subconscious whispered to itself. Thinking she'll be gone when I woke up from whatever it was, I laid Zef on the bed and hovered on top of her. I took one good look at her lust-filled expression and smirked at the thought of what I was going to do to her body. I began kissing each of her supple breasts and sucked the nipples gently. Zef's chest was surprisingly big. I had to open my mouth wide enough to fit a boob. I guess her outfits were strategically chosen so men wouldn't take notice of her firm, round breasts.

I trailed her body with soft kisses from the breasts down to her nether regions. I nuzzled up between her legs, sniffing her cleanly-shaven carnal treasure which smelled of molasses. My body is set on fire at a whiff. Like a vagabond about to eat his first meal in a week, I went down on her. Wrapping my right arm around her thigh, I gently placed my thumb and index finger at both sides of her clit. I softly made out with Zef's girly bits, like I had with her mouth, followed by tracing circles around the clit using my tongue.

I could feel Zef getting more and more turned on. She squirmed at every hit of my tongue, letting out lovely sounds that further fueled my desires. I started breathing heavily from excitement. Without thought, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked on it like a frappe through a straw.

Both of us could not wait any longer. "Put it in, please," she begged. "I want you inside me."

I pulled my shorts down completely and threw it to the wall. She spread her legs wide open, exposing her soaking wet lady garden. I wasted no time and shoved my meat sword in. The two of us moaned in unison like a High School Musical duet. Soaring. Flying. There's not a star in heaven that I can reach because I'm so deep inside her. My thrusts began slow like the beat of a heart then gained speed afterwards like that heart was thrown into panic. I humped her like tomorrow never came, but I'm sure as hell she did. On multiple occasions, too. I didn't even know Zef was religious as she kept on calling Jesus' name. Or was she imagining Jesus making love to her?

The humping went on for minutes I am either too proud or embarrassed to disclose. When all was said and done, we laid in bed, catching our breath. We exchanged a look of satisfaction, smiling ear to ear. "That was the best so far," she exclaimed.

I did not want to ruin the moment by clarifying what she meant. It implied many things 1) That we've had sex multiple times; 2) Those earlier times were either terrible or 'meh'; and 3) We can do it again.

Feeling satisfied and exhausted at the same time, I began to slowly doze off. The image of Zef lying in her birthday suit is the last thing I see. My brain tried to process this information but opted to shut down.