Orchard House Part 37: Dreams Come To Life

Orchard House: Daily Serial Novel

Part 37: Dreams Come To Life

Later, as we lay entwined, she holding my face to the shape of her breasts, twirling her fingers through my hair, it seemed the lights in the sky began to switch on one by one, illuminating us in our natural bed. My hand rested on her stomach lightly touching her belly ring, as the rise and fall of her breasts made me feel as if I were afloat on the most peaceful of seas, having tasted of her sweet ocean and wanting more.With a pleasant sigh I raised up from our lovemaking and scooped her in my arms, carrying her across the grass to the back porch, where our towels still lay draped across the railing. Ignoring these, I carried her inside as if we were crossing the bridal threshold. We closed the door behind us, shutting out the night.

I waltzed across the kitchen linoleum, Summer close to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs dangling over my cradled arms. She rested her head against my collar and I felt her warm breath on my skin. Carrying her down the hallway, we reached the stairs across from my room. She looked up at me as I started on the steps.

“You can put me down,” she suggested. “You’ve carried me all this way, which is very sweet by the way.”

“No,” I softly replied, and continued up the steps. At the top, I turned left and entered her bedroom. I padded across the hardwood floor and lay her gently on the bed, making sure her head was nestled upon the soft feather pillows. As she left my touch, and I backed away from the bed, her hand shot out to clutch mine.

“Don’t go, please.”

I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and thought to myself, if I could just have her the rest of my life I would never ask God for another thing. “I won’t leave you,” I told her and slid into the bed beside her. She laid her head on my chest. “I should turn off the lights.”.

“No. I want to be able to see you.” She looked into my eyes. “I meant what I said out there. You’re beautiful.” Her fingers traced a line across my thigh.

“I meant it, too. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

She blushed slightly. “This has been the most wonderful day ever. It has ended in such an amazing way.”

“It’s not ended yet. Even when it does, there’s no rule saying tomorrow can’t be just as amazing.”

She smiled. “You think?”

“If we want it to be.”

“I do.”

I smiled. Never had two words sounded so lovely, so hopeful. The connection wasn’t lost on me. The words Ashley had been expected to say before all of God’s creations on our wedding day, now spoken by a woman far more amazing, more beautiful, more honest.; a woman who’s growing love for me had burst forth like a summer flower. Here with Summer, I felt I would never need beg for affection, long for attention, or otherwise feel that I wasn’t the most important thing in her universe.

“Summer, I…”

She put her lips on mine, effectively shutting me up. At first I was worried by this, but then told myself there was always tomorrow to confess my heart‘s secrets in full. For tonight, what was important was we were here, perfect in each other’s arms, comfortable in our intimate embrace, passionate in every touch. And with that, we gave ourselves over to the exciting rush again and made love in the little bedroom on the second floor of Orchard House, freer than we had ever been, more complete than we had thought possible. With the arrival of our climatic ecstasy, our voices calling out each other’s names in the silence of the house, came the most complete peace I had ever imagined, and we fell asleep listening to each other’s breath, which seemed to entwine just as much as our bodies did. For it was Summer’s breath in my ear, first heavy, then more relaxed as sleep overcame her, that sang the song to put me to dreams as well. There, it was she that I waited for at the altar, a waiting that did not turn to disappointment, but to glorious joy as she came down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. It was the best dream I’d had in a very long time.

I awoke to the sound of a bell tolling. At first I thought I was still in the wedding dream, but as my mind fully awakened I realized this was no dream. There were bells chiming outside, a joyful noise that sounded both celebratory and just a little annoying. Despite this cacophony, it was the most wonderful thing to awaken next to Summer. Her peaceful sleeping form, naked and warm against me, was likened to a dream itself. She had one leg draped over me as if to hold me in place so I wouldn’t leave. Her head rested on my chest with her long dark hair splayed across my own naked frame. Her hand rested on my thigh, palm open and lying flat against my skin. If there were a camera in my mind’s eye I wanted it to take a picture of this for all eternity, she and I curled up together so peaceful and content.

The bells continued to toll, and I kissed her forehead, looking towards a wind up clock she had sitting on the nightstand. It was twelve noon. On habit alone I nearly jumped out of bed. For years I had been getting up at seven in the morning. My body had become so accustomed to it I didn’t even use an alarm clock anymore. But today I had slept in and with very good reason. After all, what man would want to get out of bed with a woman this soft and beautiful curled up with him. If not for the bells ringing, I would have said to hell with everything and went right back to sleep, but the chiming had woke me and I knew I’d never get back to sleep now. I gently moved Summer’s leg and hand from my body. I let her head rest on the mattress and I slid a pillow under her neck for comfort. I got out of the bed and stretched, slowly meandering over to the window, peeking out through the slats of the blinds trying to see what all the commotion was about.

Out beyond the orchard,on the other side of the country store, was the church. It was from there all the noise was coming from. And despite the distance, it was easy to see what was happening. A wedding, perhaps just like the one in my dream, was in progress. Out front of the building, people milled about and I could see what appeared to be white and pink streamers hanging from the trees, staking out a path to a car that waited in the road. The car was decorated with these same streamers, along with shaving cream and aluminum cans. Someone, in a streak of real mischievousness, had attached a large milk bucket to the bumper so that when the car pulled off it would go banging behind them, until they had a chance to pull over and cut it loose. The wedded couple stood by the car, trying desperately to get in as some of the celebrating guests dumped more of these streamers and confetti over their heads. And though I was too far away to tell, I imagine the couple were laughing and smiling, ready to embark on their new life as a couple, never more alone.

I turned back to the bed. Summer looked so beautiful lying there. I stood for a few minutes just looking at her, taking in the shape of her legs, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. And then as she slowly opened her eyes, the deep dark chestnut orbs drew me in.

“Come back to bed,” she sighed, still half asleep.

I crawled back into bed and she curled up against me. “There’s a wedding at the church,” I said.

She smiled and it was so cute. “Sweet,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing the freckles on her shoulder.

She threw her leg over me and put her hand on my chest. Her eyes were fully open now and looking into mine. “Last night was beautiful,” she said.

“Amazing,” I replied, kissing her softly. “You know, there’s something I need to tell you..”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I…I don’t know how to say this without….I…” Before I could get it out however, I heard something, a sound cutting through her silence that awaited my words, foolish as they may be. The noise was that of… “There’s a car coming up the drive,” I said.

“What? Who would be…?”

“I don’t know,” I told her, removing myself from her to take a peek through the shade. Coming up the drive way was a small pickup truck. It was bright blue and in pretty good shape. I could see it only held three passengers, but the way the sun was shining I couldn’t tell who they were. “It’s a truck. I’ll go get dressed and see who it is.”

“I’ll go with.” She got up out of bed and went to her dresser to get some clothes to wear.

I watched her glide across the room. “Wait,” I said.

She stopped and looked at me. “Yes?”

“Last night. It wasn’t a dream, was it?”

She grinned. “Would you like me to pinch you awake?”

“No, I was just…”

She reached out and pinched me on the butt.

“Ow! Hey!”

She giggled. “Sorry. I’ve wanted to pinch that sexy bum since day one.”

“Well…” I stepped up close to her as I could, leaned in, and then tickled her right under the armpit. She screamed and wiggled, trying to get away from me. She pinched my butt again and this time I squirmed, trying to get out of her playful grasp. Finally, we just grabbed each other in a tight embrace. My lips fell upon hers and she welcomed my urgent kiss, taking my tongue sweetly inside her mouth. Together we glided, she backwards, me forwards, back to the bed where we collapsed on the mattress, my body covering hers. One of her hands roamed through my hair, the other squeezing my butt instead of pinching it. My own hands caressed her frame, and it seemed her body pushed its way into my tender grasp. Forgetting the truck, forgetting what I had meant to tell her, we fell so pleasant and lovingly into each other, making love once more as if tomorrow was not coming and every bit of love we had for each other had to be shared this very day, this very moment. And as we both reached climax together, I thought to myself it didn’t matter what kind of honeymoon the married couple who was leaving the church had, for it could never top this. Our church was right here, holy and everlasting, our love for each other sacred and not to ever be tainted by another. I nestled against her and she against me, content in knowing our acts of last night and today were not fleeting, nor purely physical, for what I felt for Summer was something that filled me with such joy. It was romantic and sweet, washing over me emotionally and spiritually, satisfying not just my body, but my spirit as well, until there was no separating the two. Body and spirit whispered her name, just as hers surely whispered mine. And with this thought, I leave you with the image of she and I wrapped up in each other, with the light filtering through the blinds, and neither of us caring what the rest of the day would bring, because we had each other and that was all that mattered.

Part 38: Apples Not Peaches

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