For In That Sleep What Dreams May Come? - [C]

Although previously Darcina had declined spending the night with Bauer for fear her father would find out, she had been through such an ordeal in the early morning hours of this day, that she asked Eric to stay with her. Naturally he agreed. Sadly, Darcina did not have a restful sleep. Throughout the night she had tossed and thrashed, making pitiful whimpering noises. By encircling her with his arms and murmuring into her ear, Eric was able to calm her down. Making whatever bad dream she was having to go away.

The next morning she did not arise for breakfast, but rang for a housemaid who was filling in for her missing personal maid, Lavella. The knock on the door prompted Eric to scoop up his uniform and shoes before he dashed into the bathroom, hiding there as Darcina told the maid to fetch breakfast for her. When he came out of the bathroom, Darcina nodded towards the floor, saying, "You forgot your socks."

When he looked at her in confusion, she giggled. "The maid was Akeena. She used to be my mother's personal maid before . . . " Her voice trailed off but after a brief pause, she resumed her explanation. "When Father decided that I had outgrown a Nanny and should have a Personal Maid instead, he asked Akeena to resume her former duties. But Akeena thought that I should have someone closer to my own age. So, she agreed to do the job until they could find a suitable replacement. When I was fifteen, Lavella came to live with us and Akeena taught her the duties. By the time I was sixteen, Akeena had gone back to being a Household Maid and it was just me and Lavella."

Darcina sat up in bed and drew her feet in towards her, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting one cheek on her knees. "I miss Lavella."

Bauer continued dressing, waiting for Darcina to finish her story. Which she did in a few moments, saying, "Anyway. As I was telling her what I would like for breakfast, she glanced at the floor. At those."

She was referring to the black socks Bauer had picked up from the floor and was now pulling on.

"When she looked back at me, she didn't say a word," Darcina giggled again. "But boy, you should have seen the way she was pressing her lips together to keep from smiling."

"Will she tell your Father?" Bauer asked as he stood up, preparing to go down for breakfast and the scheduled 0800 Hours Comm-Link conference. He doubted that Ishlass request to 'check on his daughter' included spending the night in her room.

She shook her head, her long golden hair fanning out around her like a halo. With a knowing smile, she answered, "You don't understand how things work between a woman and her Personal Maid."

During the Comm-Link conference, when it was learned that the miners had released the ore and the ship was being loaded, everyone was excited. As soon as the call ended, they headed for the door to go over to the vertical transport station. Everyone except Bauer. Seeing that the Ensign intended to stay behind, Commissioner Anderson asked, "Aren't you going to join us?"

"Uh, no, Sir," Bauer replied. "I, uh, I have to, uh . . ."

"You have to get in bed," Doctor Boyce came to the rescue, stepping up to the young man and peering into his face. Tugging down one lower eyelid, he squinted and mumbled, "Hmm, huh. Definitely peaked. Go get in bed, young man."

Bauer did not hesitate, but quickly darted from the room. As he left, Anderson gave Boyce a puzzled look. "What's going on?"

"He has been stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Shot through the ear with a love-song," Doctor Boyce answered.

"What on Merak II are you talking about?" Anderson demanded. "And don't offer me an apple!"

"Come on," Doctor Boyce chuckled, "I'll explain on the way down."

"Enter," Darcina's muffled voice came from the other side of her bedroom door when Eric gently tapped on it. When he stepped inside, he saw that she was still in bed, a silk sheet covering her up to her neck. She told him to lock the door, which he did, and then she flipped and kicked the sheet from her, revealing her long, naked body. Lying flat on her back the way she was, her heavy breasts were somewhat flattened and drifting off to the sides. She spread her slender but shapely legs wide, which drew the young man's attention to her sex. The fine, blonde pubic hair was so sparse, it was almost as if she shaved her pussy. He could clearly see her pink folds.

"Come here," she said, holding out her arms. When he started to unbutton his tunic, she added, "Now."

With a shrug, he kicked off his shoes, not bothering to untie them but by putting toe-to-heel, toe-to-heel, prying his feet from them. As he crawled up on the bed on all fours and moved towards her, she scooted away a little, lifting her torso to place two pillows behind her. Thus propped up, she would be better able to observe his actions.

When he reached her hips, Eric stopped his advance and hovered over her, his hands on either side of her. Lowering himself down by straightening his legs, he settled in between her thighs, lying on his belly and staring up at her. She lay there with one arm over her tussled blonde hair, her other hand at her mouth, chewing on the second bone of her index finger. Lowering his gaze to her pussy, he blew across it, causing the scant patch of pubic hair to ripple. He rested his arms across her legs, his fingers curling around her inner thighs. Turning first to the left and then to the right, he kissed those areas, gradually working his way closer to the juncture of her long limbs. The aroma of her womanhood whiffed up to him and he could see her labia becoming puffy. Swelling in her arousal. Moisture appeared between the inner lips.

Again he blew across her sex, then kissed it. A light, brief kiss. Darcina shivered when his mouth made contact with her snatch and she made a whimpering moan. Deciding that he had teased her enough, he moved his face in even closer and gave her cunny a long, lingering lick. Starting at the bottom, at her t'aint, and moving slowly upwards, his tongue pressed firmly against the cleft between her nether lips, all the way up, ending with a flick across her clit.

"Oh, Eric!" she gasped, reaching down to grab two handfuls of his hair. He repeated that action, again taking his time, but stopping just before reaching that little hooded bud. Over and over he lapped at her. Sometimes he would tease her clitoris, other times he would ignore it. All the while, she was becoming wetter. Rolling his eyes upwards, he saw that hers were closed but her mouth was open. Those large fun-bags of hers were rising and falling as she took deep breaths.

Clamping his lips down on the top of her kitty, he sucked hard, drawing her fleshy folds with the imprisoned clitoris into his mouth. He sucked hard on it for several long moments before finally stroking lightly across it with his tongue. Darcina's grasp on his hair tightened and she rolled her hips.

Lifting his mouth, Eric resumed his tonguing, noisily slurping up her womanly nectar, swallowing her salty, slightly tangy juices. At one point he tilted his head to the side, resting his left cheek against her thigh as he continue to eat her out. His right hand came over, gently stroking her labia majora, brushing across her matted pubic hair. Moving his index finger to the edge of her inner lips, his tongue continuing to lick, he pried it to the side and slid his finger into the gooey, creamy insides of her. He worked his hand back and forth, slowly rotating his wrist in first one direction and then the other. Exploring her clinging, velvety sheath.

Covering the edges of his teeth with his lips, Eric began 'chewing' on her outer lips while rotating his wrist one hundred and eighty degrees. He moved his finger in a 'come hither' gesture, curling and extending it, while twisting his hand from side to side.

"Oh - oh - oh," she stuttered, her feet sliding up towards her body, causing her knees to bend. Eric continued to stroke the inner wall of her vagina and once more covered the upper part of her swollen pussy to suck on her clit. He heard her making small, whimpering noises. Sliding his other hand up her body, over her flat, toned midsection, he grabbed her full breast. It was more than a handful. Squeezing and kneading the soft but firm globe, he kept on 'servicing' her with his mouth and finger. Taking her erect pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he tweaked the rubbery nub.

Her noises got louder and her hips started to buck. Sucking harder on her clitoris and working his finger faster inside her, he felt her thrashing and writhing beneath him.

"Oh, Eric, you fuck," she groaned, "You fucking fuck!"

Her torso bolted forward, her upper body bending over him as her lower half shook and shivered as if she was having a stroke. She pulled his head in closer to her, grinding it into her sopping wet beaver, rocking his head from side-to-side as she exploded. The tidal wave washing over her.

Then she fell back onto the bed, her legs straightening, and one hand falling away from his head. Her other hand pushed against his forehead.

"N-no more," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "No more."

He lay between her legs, studying her drenched pussy, the turgid folds. Smiling down at him, she stroked his hair, saying, "Not bad. Not bad." Exhaling loudly, she told him, "Give me a few minutes, and then we can go again. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Eric?"

He grinned up at her with glazed mouth and chin, "Whatever you want, Darcina."