“It’s hard to put into words.” Pause. “What did it feel like to you?”She considers, closing her eyes. “Like cumming only…longer.”“Ye...ah, like that.” She continues, “Is that what you did in the dream, I mean when you….”“Yes.”She considers and searches and tries it all on. “It seemed like you were there and I was there and then… something happened.”“Yeah, something happened. I call it fluid. There’s a solid you and a solid me and then there are fluids and…they merge.”“Hmmm….” She considers fluid. Adventure.”“Don’t make that one solo.”“Can you come?”“I can’t. I guess I could ditch that meeting with Foothills Co-op...”“No,” I said. “We need to keep those people happy. Lemme see who...” I thought for a second.OK, my “go-bag” is already set up -- it stays that way. Hmm. Co-pilot. Dana would be my first choice, since she has no kids. But she’s not ready for this. OK, Tara. I’ll call her.“Hey, Siri. Call Tara Helton, mobile.”“Hey, Cindy. Kinda early.”“I know, Tee, but things’re afoot. I need. Yeah, I petted with girls at parties and necked in the back seat of my car like most of the k**s I went to high school with. But that was as far as it went. I had heard lots of my friends talk about getting laid as if they were doing it all the time. I suppose I believed them back then, but as I reflect on it now, I realize that most of it was wishful thinking.Anyway, I had been out of high school for a little more than 5 years. I knew a few girls and went out on a few dates, but I had no sex. How about Belle?" I like it," Melinda said. "Belle instead of Billy. And in place of Johnwe could use... Jean. Belle Jean."This was spinning out of control, albeit in slow motion. They left thebathroom and I followed. What else could I do at that point? My walletand keys were in my pants, neatly folded and laid on the toilet lid. As Imoved, the outfit rubbed insinuatingly against me, all over my body. Itwas like multiple hands teasing me. My dick twitched. When we got to thebedroom, I.