Hope you've been enjoying the story so far. From here on out I'm turning up the heat. Things are getting so hot between Justin and Sharon that I'm actually blushing, fanning my face and giggling like a school girl.

Tell me what you think about this latest chapter of Dreaming of You. :-D

Yup, she was cursed. Sharon never believed in such things, but the dream she had last night, compounded with everything that'd happened since she received Casey's wedding invite, proved curses do exist.

She plated the scrambled eggs and blueberry waffles. Setting the table, she wondered what would happen if she copied the invitation, like in The Ring, and sent it to someone else. Would doing so save her from all the disasters she'd befallen lately? Would she never again dream about the of Justin Boyd's hard planes and valleys of Justin's chest and stomach, her body crushed and molded against them while his hands roamed and caressed her body in ways she'd never experienced before in real life...his huge, thick cock sliding deep inside her-

No, no, no. It's a dream. None of it was real. Or possible. In real life, Justin was just as horrible prick bastard as he was when they went to school together. Though his looks department have been upgraded since then, Sharon was sure his physical attributes had been downgraded just as equally.

Surely, he's sporting a flabby, rounded and pregnant belly that needed extra durable spanx to cover it up, tricking women he had something going on underneath his clothes.

There was no way he had anything going on to make her panties damp from a dream. A damn good dream.

"No," repeated Sharon out loud. Shaking her head she vowed to stop thinking about that dream-no, nightmare- as she fanned her face. "It was only a dream."

With her profession, Sharon knew how our unconscious selves carry a lot of weight and that dreams contain secret messages. But there was no message for her to analyze. Though as a grown woman, she was embarrassed to have had a wet dream. Clearly her libido's not as dried up as Kim had insinuated but it was currently acting like a raging, hormonal teenager. Not caring at all that it's lusting after a man who'd hurt her so much in the past as if it was nothing.

No, there were no messages of any kind. Kim had been right, she'd been too long without a man. Casey was no longer available and she didn't want to introduce a new man in CJ's life. Obviously the only thing left to do was to unseal the battery operated sex toy from its box, that Kim gifted as a birthday present last year.

Sharon cringed at the thought of what she'd been reduced to. Sexual intercourse with a cold, sterile object. But it was either that, or acknowledge what her traitorous body wanted. She rather pick the former.

Besides, she had more important things to think about.

"CJ, breakfast!"

A stampede of awakened, rating raring to go four year old dashed into the kitchen, bellowing 'yes, mommmmy,' before she finished saying 'fast.'

Sharon watched as her son, tear into the room as if he was speedy Gonzalez, barely putting on the brakes and skidded into the chair, with his knee.

"Ouch," cried CJ, rubbing the pain away from his knee.

"Uh-uh," scolded Sharon. Hands on her hips and raised eyebrow, so that her son knew she meant business. "Now what I say about running in the house."

CJ pouted, dipped his head into his chest and mumbled, "Don't do it."

"Alright then. Now come sit and eat. Mommy has to tell you something."

"I didn't do it," blurted CJ, waving his hands like wind turbines caught in a furious storm.

Sharon studied her son. As always his buttoned shirt was off and his socks was mismatched. Whatever he did, there was no physical evidence on him per say. He must've done something in his room. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to hunt for the truth.

Eyes narrowing her son, she asked "Did what?

"Nothing," he answered quickly, then scrambled up his chair.

Sharon sighed and lamented over how it was too early for this lying business. She didn't know if it was a boy thing or a kid thing. But when she was his age, from watching her older brother getting into trouble, she learned early on tell the truth. It truly did sent you free, free of less severe punishments. Because it wasn't what wrong you did, it was the lying about it, which set their mom off. And angering their mother over foolishness and not listening was one lesson Sharon learned not to do very early. Unfortunately, her brother had been slow on the uptake.

But there were more important things to do this morning. Sharon couldn't ignore and keep her the father of her child's upcoming nuptials pushed aside any longer. "We'll talk about that nothing later."

CJ kept his head down on the plate, forked some egg in his mouth and nodded.

Here goes. "Remember that letter daddy sent mommy?"

CJ scrunched his forehead, wading through the all SpongeBob's he watched and the games he played with his friends, until his eyes lit up half curious and half wary. "Mommy was crying."

Yeah. Her broken heart and dreams shattered for a second time. This time in so many pieces Sharon doubted she'd ever put them back together again.

"Daddy hurt you," he asked with wet eyes.

"No, no." Yes. "Those were good tears."

CJ tilted his head and looked at her like he always did when trying to figure something out. He'd stare at something, usually the object in question, this time her, as if it he had it under a microscope and waited until the answer revealed itself.

"Yes. Good tears because daddy was sharing some good news."

"Daddy getting me a present? I want Ninja Turtles!"

Oh no, I'm losing him, thought Sharon. "No, no. Daddy's found a special friend he wants to be around all the time. He's getting married."

CJ's face scrunched in concentration and lip trembling he asked the one thing that shattered her heart thrice over. "Daddy won't like us no more?"

Tears pricking her eyes, Sharon jumped out of her chair, kneeled in front of her son and hugged him tight into her chest. A hug they both needed, a hug to keep their worlds from falling further apart. Looking into his eyes, with every conviction she could muster and mentally crossing her fingers- not like she knew Casey as well as she thought anymore- answered, "Of course he will. Your daddy will always love us-you. He's just making his family bigger. He even wants to have some fun with you this weekend with his special friend."

"Really," sniffed CJ, bright and wide eyed.

Sharon wiped his tears with her hand. "Really. So no more tears."

"Okay." He used his sleeves to wipe the rest of his face and returned to sucking up the eggs like a hand held dirt devil.

She looked at her son with envy. Just like that he was able to forget and accept this huge change in their lives. Unlike her. It'd been a week and she still reeled from the knowledge that Casey was getting married. And to a woman that wasn't her.

When she first met him, Sharon knew she'd finally found the right man for her. With one look at the elevators she'd known that she was the right woman for him. So where did it go so wrong?

Sharon sighed, rubbed her son's back and went back to her own breakfast. Watching her son, she wondered if she'll get over this sense of betrayal and numbing heartache. Ah, to be a kid again. No worries, no fears and if there's heart ache and pain, it's forgotten as fast as you can snap your fingers.

"Mommy," asked CJ interrupting her thoughts. "You coming too?"

Oh hell no. She wouldn't want to come even if Psychology Today were honoring her with an award. Tucking her behind her ear, Sharon put on her best smile and said, "I'm sorry baby. Mommy already had her fun time with daddy and his new friend. This time, it's your turn."

"You won't be lonely?"

Sharon shook her head and winked. "No. Aunty Kim promised to come and play with mommy."

"Good," nodded CJ.

Five hours later, Sharon still mulled over this morning's conversation.

Good?

Nope. Not good at all. The wedding, that woman hanging around her son or Kim coming to play. Nothing of what's to come was right at all. But what can she do? Plot and rage and steal the man like some soap opera villainess? She was no Sami.

Sharon sighed and glanced at the time on her office phone. It read 12:15pm. Any minute now Kim will arrive for lunch and take her to task for the aborted blind date last night.

And from the knock on her door, she was early. Shaking her head, Sharon marveled at the level of eagerness, with a peak higher than Mount Everest. Yeah, she agreed to do the blind dates. After all, it was her big mouth and hurt feelings that had her lashing out at her best friend.

But it'd already been one date and one date was enough. Especially if she was going to compare each man to Justin-no Casey. Casey.

Dreading a bit of Kim's tirade like some trouble making kid, Sharon took a deep breath, gave her patient's folder one final glance, looked up and said, "Kim. You're early. I thought..."

Oh god, was she hallucinating now?

Ugh, just like before Justin was turning her life upside down. Haunting her dreams at night wasn't enough for him. Now his image was disturbing her while she awake too. If making her miserable was an Olympic sport, he'd sure to win gold, silver and bronze. Surely, he'd gotten to her so bad- though she'll never admit it out loud- that she swore he was standing in her office carrying takeout from PF Chang's.

"Hey again," said the mirage. "I'm not Kim."

No, no, no. He's real. Justin Boyd, the architect for this morning's miserable nightmare, the devil himself stood in her office. Holding bags of chinese food.

Remembering the dream once again, Sharon refused to rub her thighs at the junction of her backstabbing sex. She will be victorious against her wanton body.

"W-w-what are you doing here?" Sharon cleared her throat and stood from her chair, ramrod straight and head on as she faced down her sexy Adonis- no, the evil incarnate-as calmly and coolly collected as possible. She was a professional therapist and yes, he was an attractive man. But she'd gladly burn in the tenth circle of hell, if she'd give in to what her body thinks it wants. She'll send him on his way. "I thought we agreed for you to see another therapist."

The look of desire that burst from Justin from her indifferent attitude wasn't what she expected. What happened next either.

She had poked a beast. A hungry beast whose sole intent was her. And instead of fleeing to safety, which she'd done if her synapsis hadn't short circuited, she was rooted in her spot in awe of the pure and raw want of her. A want that promised to be better than whatever she'd experience in her dreams.

Unwillingly, Sharon licked her lips at the thought of those unspoken promises and watched as he drew closer, drinking her in like a man dying to end an aching thirst that only she can quench. Her nipples pebbled at the thought and wondered where exactly he'd drink from. Her throbbing, damp core answered in response and Sharon couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her mouth.

She'd never had a guy go down on her before. Sharon liked to give but in regards to that, she wasn't reciprocal. But for the first time ever, she wanted a man to eat her pussy. And not just any man but the one standing before her. She wanted his lips, his tongue and his fingers on her, his head between her thighs. Bringing her to a whole new world she never dared to go.

Sharon became vaguely aware of what was going on. She was so heady with the desire hanging heavy in the air, that whatever Justin said seem to come across as if from far away. At least she was somewhat coherent enough to answer back.

No. This cannot do. Must have control. Kicking furiously to break out from beneath the watery veil of lust blanketing her, and wanting the truth to why he was here, Sharon, asked "Why are you doing this? ...My favorites too."

"What?" Justin cocked his head and that action oozed sexiness. Goddamnit. "Can't do something nice for an old school friend?"

He remembers me Sharon asked herself. Heart pounding in disbelief, she blurted, "You remember?"

"That's how you'd introduced me. Before you gave me my walking papers. So I figured if we can't have a doctor-patient relationship, we can try being friends for real." He stepped closer towards her. "Maybe mo-"

Of course not. Why would he? He might've set the match but in the end he didn't stay to witness the devastation of the brush fires, the rumor started.

Sick at herself and her body, that still thrummed for the man, Sharon shook out of her stupor and did something she should've done the minute she realized he wasn't a figment of her imagination. Pointing towards the door, she demanded, "Please leave."

He'd stopped his advance at her words but only for a moment. And a moment was all it took because now he stood before her, his strong arms reaching for her, snaking around her waist. She couldn't move, didn't want to and no matter how she tried to command her body to pull out of his embrace, she stood still. Waiting. Wanting. Yearning for the flames that consumed her body from his touch to burn her alive.

She didn't want this. She shouldn't want to want this. But the fire from his touch was truly exquisite. From her wrist, her neck and to hair, were set his ablaze.

Lips parted, Sharon watched and silently begged for him to hurry up and kiss her. And with each dip of his head, Sharon agreed with him. Oh no, she couldn't be his doctor. In that aspect she was right. Given their history, that he didn't know and Sharon not caring so much at the moment, they can never be friends either.

Sharon shuddered, barely holding on in this slow torture, almost missing his request about her lovers. Lovers? She didn't know about that. She'll give him a kiss in real life. But her body, that'll have to remain in her dreams. Sharon struggled to answer her decision about being lovers but all thought and convictions burned to ash when his lips finally slanted over hers.

And the kiss was everything she never dreamt of. They didn't just kiss. Their lips were in a mating dance, each nip and lick were an engaging ritual of lust, she'd never knew before. It demanded that she take what he offered and give back more and more. Emboldened, Sharon instinctively opened her mouth, accepting and welcoming home Justin's tongue with her own.

Lip to lip, tongue to tongue, hard and ready, soft and wet, they continued their erotic dance. Pulling each other closer and closer into their orbit until Sharon couldn't tell where he began and she ended.

A small part of her-the little devil on her shoulder- didn't wish it to be any other way. Growing louder, the longer they kissed, resolute in its belief that she was right where she was meant to be.

In this man's arms, being kissed senseless. And hopefully, if she let her inhibitions go, being fucked senseless on her desk or on her couch. It didn't matter where as long this feeling rightness were made concrete with him deep seated inside her.

Justin pulled away from her, just that little bit of air between, felt as if she just did the ice bucket challenge. Sharon whimpered and clasped tighter to his muscular shoulders, reaching towards his sinful mouth.

He pulled his head slightly back, his eyes boring into hers. Waiting. Hoping. For what she didn't know, especially when they can be kissing again....ah. She hadn't given him an answer yet.

Can they be lovers? Her and Justin? The popular cute boy from her past and the little nobody whose school life became hell on earth because of him? Lovers?

Her lips ached to say yes. Her heavy breasts and hardened nipples and wet pussy begged for it. But her heart and head were against it. She was deadlocked. And there was no tiebreaker.

Mouth dry, Sharon studied Justin's face and vice versa. The same feelings coursing through her, flashed across his face. How much he yearned for her, which was a lot going by the thick hardness on her thigh. How much he hoped she'll succumb and say yes. The growing alarm that she'd say no.

Oh how she wished there was a tiebreaker to make the final decision for her.

"Hhhhhmmm," cleared Kim's throat. Relieved from having to answer, Sharon jumped out of Justin's arms and straightened her rumpled clothing. Kim wasn't the tiebreak she hoped for but it didn't stop Sharon for being grateful to interruption.

"H-h-i Kim. How long you been there?" Oh god no, of all things to ask!

"Well," smiled Kim as she stepped into the room, her eyes roving over everything from the the food to the man and to Sharon. "Not long really."

Oh thank you.

"Just long enough to learn why your date with Darius last night was a bust. And I approve."

After I started writing chapter 10, I realized Sharon's part will be longer than usual. So I've decided to do a bit of experiment and write ch10 from her point of view.  And chapter 11 will be from Justin's. 

After reading the chapters, please let me know which reading format you liked best. Should I continue to split each chapter and feature the point of view of both the main characters like I've been writing so far? Or continue writing one whole chapter to one point of view (Sharon) and the following chapter to another point of view (Justin)?

Cast your votes and comment why. Do you like the 2-POV-in-1-chapter or the 1-POV-every-other-chapter? Or third, it doesn't matter because you're enjoying the story regardless.

Hmm, so yeah looks like Justin is already wearing Sharon down and it didn't even take him the 1k+ times it took Steve Urkel with Laura Winslow.

https://youtu.be/uY5lKWA2L9E

But in her defense the man is fine. I mean look at him (the actor, Shemar Moore, behind the inspiration of Justin Boyd):