Dream World by T.G. Haynes

don’t know what you’re talking about.’
    â€˜Kate, it was my sub-conscious, it was my dream. I couldn’t fail to notice when my best friend...’ Sylvia trailed off and placed her left hand on Kate’s right thigh. Kate tensed, but didn’t remove it, much to Sylvia’s delight.
    â€˜You mean, when I touched myself?’ Kate whispered.
    Sylvia nodded and stroked Kate’s thigh. Mesmerised, Kate looked down at the hand. She kept telling herself that she wasn’t dreaming now, that the situation was real, but it had been so long since she had been touched by anyone the contact was welcome.
    â€˜So,’ Sylvia said. ‘Are you going to tell me what you got up to when you disappeared through that little green door?’
    â€˜Nothing special,’ Kate mumbled.
    â€˜I doubt that, Ms Phillips. I doubt that very much. Do you know why I think you wanted to be alone?’
    Kate shook her head.
    â€˜I think you wanted to be alone in order to pleasure yourself.’ As she spoke the words Sylvia’s hand snaked beneath the hemline of Kate’s skirt and came to rest against the outer fabric of her panties.
    â€˜Maybe,’ Kate admitted.
    â€˜Now we’re getting somewhere,’ Sylvia said. Then, leaning in close to her friend, she whispered, ‘Do tell.’
    Kate felt the hand toying with the flimsy material. Sylvia’s fingers traced delicate figures of eight and threatened to slip inside the panties at any moment. Kate kept telling herself that she was heterosexual, that she had no desire to make love to another woman, and yet those fingers felt sensational. The next thing she knew, Sylvia had taken hold of the edge of the fabric between her thumb and forefinger and was in the process of easing it to one side when Kate’s mobile phone rang, causing both women to jump.
    It was Sylvia who recovered first. ‘Ignore it,’ she urged.
    It was too late though, Kate had snatched the phone off the table and already answered. ‘Hello?’
    It was a depressingly familiar voice on the other end of the line.
    â€˜Alan, what are you doing calling at this time of night?’ Not particularly wishing her friend to listen in on the conversation, Kate retreated to the kitchen in order to talk to him in private.
    She didn’t re-emerge for about five minutes. When she did, Sylvia said, ‘Let me guess, he said that he’s sorry, that he’ll never do it again and that he wants you to take him back and give him another chance.’
    â€˜Pretty much,’ Kate replied.
    â€˜So much for originality.’
    With the moment having passed, Sylvia picked up the empty wine glasses, dumped them in the kitchen and said, ‘I hope you don’t mind, only I’m going to turn in. You know where the spare room is, don’t you?’
    â€˜Yes, thanks.’
    Showing that there were no hard feelings about what had transpired a few moments earlier, Kate hugged her friend, then the girls made their way to their respective bedrooms. After changing into her pink short sleeved nightdress, Kate popped into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Upon leaving the bathroom she bumped into Sylvia going in the opposite direction. Sylvia hadn’t bothered knotting the tie on her silk nightgown and as she passed Kate it fell open. Kate couldn’t help but glance at her friend’s naked torso. The sight aroused her passions once more and she hastened towards her bedroom before her desire got the better of her.
    â€˜If you get lonely in the night,’ Sylvia said, ‘you’re more than welcome to join me.’
    â€˜Thanks,’ Kate said, before closing the bedroom door behind her, doing her best to shut the temptation out.
    Much to her surprise, Kate slept sounder than she had done since the night she and Alan had split up. It was such a welcome relief to wake up the following morning feeling refreshed for a change. Kate half thought