Finding Love (GxG) -completed-

Chapter 9-Nightmares

                                                                           Elise

I finally fell asleep and before long was dreaming… a sure sign I didn’t sleep enough the night before. As the dream began, Kameron was laying on a bed with a skimpy, satin short and chemise pajama set. The bottoms of her firm buttocks were peeking out the bottom of the shorts while cleavage could be seen under the lace at the very deep plunging V neckline. She was barefoot, lying on her side with her knees bent and leaning up on one elbow with her head in her hand. Somehow I knew it was me she was looking at, standing near the foot of the four post bed. A beautiful wooden headboard shown behind her head and black satin sheets under her and covering the pillows. Everything about this setting screamed, “SEXY!”

Even in my dream I feel nervous, never having been in this situation before. Watching me, Kam crooks her finger in a ‘come here,’ fashion. I slowly begin to move closer to the side of the bed before placing a knee on the bed and placing my lips on hers. Tentative at first, I can feel the passion building as our tongues begin to joust with one another. Bringing my other knee onto the bed, I use one hand to caress her breast through the slippery satin. My fingertips slowly find the n****e on that breast and work it into an erect point. I continue to try to consume her mouth because she tastes so good and feels so good as I intimately work her body. My other hand goes to Kam’s other breast, first feeling the weight, caressing it, then causing the n****e to peak between my fingertips. This girl is so sexy and so responsive. I stop abruptly, making eye contact with this beautiful woman before me. She is all curves and softness in all the right places. “Kam, you have to know… I’ve never done this before. I’m… I’m.. still a.. a virgin.” 

Kam smiles in response and I feel relieved it will all be okay. Continuing to smile she says in a sweet voice, “Eli, it’s okay. I already know you are nothing but a frigid little tease.” Kenny steps into the doorway with an evil grin on his face and crosses his arms over his chest as he blocks the only exit. Kameron reaches up and turns my stunned face to hers, “As long as I get off, I couldn’t care less if you do or not. Just know that if you don’t let me touch you, Kenny is going to make up for all the nights you left him with blue balls. You know as his girlfriend, it was your duty to take care of that problem for him.” The smile is gone from Kam’s face but Kenny begins to laugh, nod his head, and shift side to side like he just cannot wait. 

Elise sits up, panting in her bed, sweat dripping down her forehead, and her sheet all tangled up and her comforter most of the way on the floor. What the heck? It's been a long time since I had a nightmare that seemed that real. Why now would my nightmares about Kenny restart? Is it because I went on a date last night? Is this a bad omen or just my subconscious reminding me to guard my heart so I don’t get hurt again? I’m not in high school anymore and Kam isn't a high school boy, so it isn’t the same. If there is anything I’ve learned, it's that people can grow, learn, and change. They can change for the better and the worse. Shoot, my mom is a prime example.  I remember when Dad was still alive, she was confident and fun loving. After Dad had his accident and unexpectedly passed away, she became anxious, overprotective, and serious about everything. I understand it's because she loved me, but it was so hard to grow up with her being that way.  Sadly, Dad’s death made life much harder for all of us: financially and emotionally. My siblings were still quite little when Dad passed, so I had to step up and help with babysitting when Mom had to go to work full time instead of part time. I never minded helping out, but I enjoyed the break every year when softball season would roll around and I wouldn’t have to rush home everyday after school to babysit for my siblings. I could work hard, have fun, and do something just for me. Helping with my siblings is why I never got a formal job in high school. Babysitting on evenings and weekends was much more flexible and convenient with mine and mom’s schedules. Of course it didn’t pay as well, but I had numerous families that would call me, so it was rare I had a weekend go by that I wasn’t out making money.

I finally decided I wasn’t going to get my brain to calm down by just laying here and thinking about the nightmare and my past, so I got up and went into the bathroom to wash my face. I then jogged downstairs to refill my water bottle, and grab a quick snack. After returning to my room, I grabbed out my assignments due for the early part of next week and began to read. Within two hours, my mind had been successfully averted from its previous thoughts and I was ready to try to sleep some more. Books back in my bag, restroom facilities used once more, and lights out before wrapping up in my comforter and closing my eyes. I figured I’d be lucky to sleep a few hours so didn’t bother setting an alarm. 

Boy was I shocked when I woke at 11AM. I quickly got in the shower and got dressed to go to the hospital and collect information for my clinical in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) Monday morning. We were responsible for looking up all the medications, knowing what all the diagnoses mean, why the client is in the hospital, what their allergies are, any pertinent safety alerts (like fall risk, history of suicide attempts, osteoporosis, orthostatic hypotension, etc..), and what is in the nursing care plan and goals for discharge. Patients in ICU tend to be sicker, more seriously injured, or have more advanced illnesses or disease processes than those on a general hospital floor. There was a lot of information to gather before tomorrow. I spent hours at the hospital and gathered as much information as possible for the paper I would have to write post clinical. 

I arrived home early evening to grab a late supper, prepare my clinical uniform, and get rested for the next day. Finishing my patient research took me right up until 10pm and I was bushed. Never ceases to amaze me how studying can actually make me more tired that being active. This time I made sure to set an alarm and layed down in bed. Thank the good Lord we only have one clinical day a week, or I could never keep up with all the paperwork.