later.
"What are we watching tonight, Erika?" I asked once we'd gotten to the living room.
"In honor of you, Felicia," she said, "We're watching 'Earth Girls are Easy'."
I avoided looking at Petra, but I still blushed.
"I love that movie!" said Karen.
"It's not too late to eat and run," I warned Andrea and Petra. "It's a very campy movie."
Neither Petra nor Andrea sang Julie Brown's song, "Cause I'm a Blonde" with us, but they laughed at all the right parts and appeared to have a good time.
Once the movie was over, Erika asked, "Is everyone coming next week?"
Petra asked, "Are we still invited even if we don't know the words to the songs?"
Erika laughed. "Everyone is welcome who promises to have a good time and not get all stuffy because we sometimes pick silly movies."
"Last week wasn't silly," Karen said. "I loved that movie!"
Erika tossed a few more jibes at Petra and Andrea then signed off.
They helped me clean up. Andrea said. "I really had fun tonight and would love to come again, but I don't want to interfere with your tradition with Erika."
"Erika and I have talked about this in the past," I said. "Anyone is welcome who doesn't try to change what we're doing. I had a boyfriend who got angry with us because we were heckling a movie he really wanted to watch. He wasn't invited back."
The three of them left together a few minutes later. I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't made a fool of myself.
* * *
Dream Petra was humming and stroking me. I opened my eyes and immediately focused on her. She smiled and kissed me. It was sweet. I reached up with my hand and held her by the back of her neck, encouraging the kiss to last.
She pulled away, looked into my eyes, then kissed me again, her tongue invading my mouth. I moaned into the kiss.
She pulled away, smiled, and her hands reached up and played with my hair for a moment, rearranging it about my head. She looked at me , and her smile turned into a playful grin. I knew that look.
"Oh no!" I said. "Don't you dare. "
She pulled away from my grasping arms. Then her fingers dashed to my ribs and started a very one-sided tickle fight. I began giggling immediately while trying to escape her playful, clever fingers. Over the weeks she'd learned all my tickle spots, and she was exploiting them exceedingly well.
I tried scrambling away from her, but my limbs were still only working so well, and she had no trouble at all following me around, tickling me. I couldn't stop giggling , but I had not asked her to stop.
I managed one especially poorly performed flop after a particularly cruel tickle, banging my head rudely against the floor. She stopped tickling , and her expression turned to one of concern. She was immediately at my head, examining me.
"I'm fine," I said, once I caught my breath. She smiled and caressed my face.
Through all of this, the humming and strange words continued. I almost felt like I could understand the words.
She lied down on her side next to me, her head propped on one hand, the other continuing to caress me.
"I can't believe you picked on the crippled girl," I told her.
"Incentive," she said, before kissing me for the last time that night.
The Chase
Monday night , Dream Petra introduced a new game. She was stroking me and humming when I opened my eyes. I looked at her. She was kneeling over me, smiling. She leaned down to kiss me, but stopped with our lips a few inches apart, staring into my eyes.
"Kiss me," I told her.
She continued to smile but didn't come any closer. I tried reaching for her with my arms, but she evaded me and waved a finger in front of my nose, then pushed my arms back to my sides. She leaned over me again, stopping with our lips inches apart. Again I tried to reach for her, and again she waved a finger in front of me before pushing my hands away.
As always, she was humming and speaking her words.
I looked at her. "More of your incentive?" I asked.
Her smile grew wider and she nodded, just once. She