To Live your Dream

By Lucy Sky

One sunny day in May, on a biking trip, Aimée, Lynn and Eve, best friends since high school, sign a pact to help each other making their most secret fantasies come true. Two years and many wonderful, intense and eye-opening experiences later, nothing is as it used to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucy Sky
• Release date: Aug 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476017266

Lucy Sky

woman | lover | friend | partner | sub | bitch | slut | daughter | journo | cyclist | aunt | good girl | free climber | sister | teaser | cunt | cocksucker | exhibitionist | writer | dreamer | servant | snowboarder | feminist | missing-sock-in-the-laundry-searcher | mom | skivvyAnd when I'm not otherwise tied up I love to write about the times when I'm tied up.And in case you have any valuable information as to the whereabouts of the missing socks, please let me know. TYVM.

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To Live your Dream

Published by Lucy Sky at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Lucy Sky

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Chapter 1 - Fantasies, Bubbly Wine and Whorish Spaghetti

Oh my, what happened to you? Did you have an accident? Or a fight? Aimée stared wide eyed at the back of Eve’s thighs and buttcheeks where a couple of dark red bruises marred the evenness of her slightly tanned skin.

Teehee. Accident, you silly girl. I bet our lovely Eve has had an unusually rough night. Amirite? Lynn giggled, her head cocked as she wrung the water out of her long blonde hair.

Eve took her time responding and when she did she flashed that smile the other two girls knew so well, the smile that was at the same time mischievous and conveying innocence, except there wasn’t much innocence where Eve was concerned. It was either a sign of her thinking about some sort of mischief or else she was enjoying the fact that once again she was surprising her two best friends.

Yeah, you’re right. Except it wasn’t last night but the night before.

But ... but ... Aimée stuttered, thinking that this must have hurt quite a lot. Did you ... have you ... didn’t it hurt? 

Yes, of course. That’s kinda the point, isn’t it? Besides, I was too busy and feeling much too good to really notice the pain, Eve grinned and sat down on the sarong she had used to towel herself after they had swum and frolicked in the small lake for half an hour. 

She still didn’t bother with clothes, as she hadn’t bothered about a swimsuit when they had arrived. She had just let her bike fall into the grass, stepped out of her trainers, pushed down the spandex pants and slipped off the jersey and the sports bra before running towards the water, yelling last one in has to buy drinks tonight, the last word lost in a splash because she was already diving into the water, head first, without knowing or caring whether the water was deep enough.

Aimée looked down at her friend, thinking about her as she finished toweling herself dry. There was carefree, reckless Eve when everything went well, wild and independent, enjoying life with all her senses and to the fullest, living the day, taking as much as she could. On the other hand, there was downbeat, melancholy and gloomy Eve when life struck her a blow. But never for long, she usually recovered quickly from those blows. The girl seemed to have some inner resources she could tap into and drag herself out of the blackness that engulfed her at those times. Very much like a child, Aimée thought. Or maybe Eve was bipolar, or bordering on being bipolar, but so far she seemed to do well without outside help.

I understand that you like rough sex. I mean, it’s not what I would enjoy, not at all, but I know that there are all kinds of tastes. What I don’t get is why you don’t stick with a guy you like. Aimée herself had not long ago broken up with her boyfriend of almost three years, mostly because he had spent more time watching porn on the net than with her. She still blamed herself, at least partially, since she hadn’t been willing to try out all the stuff he had proposed. Still, she didn’t think of herself as a prude. But changing lovers as often as her underwear, as Eve did, wasn’t what she was expecting from life.

I don’t like them, usually. And I’m pretty sure I’m not cut out for monogamy, Eve replied.

You don’t like them? Lynn had joined Eve on the sarong and was rummaging around in her backpack, producing bread and cheese and olives which she arranged on the makeshift picnic spread.

No, usually I don’t, Eve said after a moment. I mean, I have sex with them, but the thought of sitting across of them at the breakfast table or cleaning after them, tell them to pick up their dirty underwear..., she exaggerated a shudder.

There are those who actually manage to put their boxers in the dirty laundry, yanno.

Really? Show me one and I might try. Eve turned towards Aimée again. Tell me Aimée, did Lars put his dirty boxers in the basket or did he leave them on the floor?

So-so.

Ha! See? I told you. They move out of Hotel Mama and then they expect you to pick up their stuff after them. Thanks, but no. I’d rather have my own place where the only dirty underwear lying around is my own, hihihi. Eve finally noticed that she was still naked and hurriedly got up. Oops, sorry guys, lemme put something on before we eat. A second sarong wrapped above her breasts she joined the two girls again.

Looky here. Lynn held up a bottle of Taittinger in a cooler and three plastic champagne glasses. Time to celebrate.

What do we celebrate? Aimée wanted to know.

Lynn grinned from ear to ear. I got the job!

Woohooo, congratulations! 

On your job, on a good start, but most of all: On us!

Yes, on us!

They all hugged and kissed and then settled down again, sipping champagne, eating and enjoying the warm sun on their bodies. It was one of those rare hot days in late May, the air heated up by falling down the northern side of the Alps, blowing all the rainclouds northwards into Germany leaving only the long, fish-shaped clouds that are typical for this weather. Tomorrow or maybe already later in the day, as soon as the pressure in the atmosphere shifted, it would rain, probably heavily and for quite some