Dream Journal
I was sitting on a large sectional black leather couch watching television with Loren and Ryan. Ryan stood up, took my hand, and led me from the room. I looked back and Loren had a large grin on his face as he watched us leave; he knew where we were going.
Ryan led me through hallways and grand rooms of his large mansion-like home. We stopped in the bedroom and fell into bed together.
We remained fully clothed despite the level of intimacy we both desired. He was on top of me, kissing me everywhere. His hands rubbed my breasts while he repeated, “Your breasts. Your breasts.” I used my hands to press my breasts together over his face; he liked that a lot.
I got up and went into the bathroom. While there, his mother rushed into his room at 1:30 am to check on him. I smiled at our good fortune that I was in the bathroom at the time and she didn’t find us in each other’s arms because she would have had a fit. She wore a peach and white flowery satin nightgown and robe.
On my way back to his room after she left, I passed Ryan’s father in the hallway. His father nodded at me and smiled. He was wearing a dark blue or brown corduroy robe over light blue cotton pajama bottoms.
Ryan’s bedroom was huge and his bed larger than any I had ever seen before. The pillows and blankets were so thick and soft. I was at perfect peace in that room.
We resumed our clothed intercourse and I could feel his penis thrusting at my hips rhythmically. I wanted to climb on top of it and push it deep into me, but we kept our clothes on and continued with the heavy petting. It briefly crossed my mid that he once told me he was gay.
We heard his mom in the hallway, so I jumped of the bed and behind the right door of his small closet. She immediately opened the closet door and pushed me out into the hall.
The scene replays: we heard her in the hallway, so I jumped behind the left door of his closet. I was unable to keep my balance and leaned back into the hanging clothes. She probably heard the hangers move on the rack. She opened the closet door and pushed me out into the hall.
The scene replays: we heard her in the hallway, but this time I decided to stay in bed with her son.