Chapter 2 - Noelle
The buzzing in my pussy is making it difficult to concentrate on anything other than thoughts of Nick fucking me.
Gazing wistfully at a second purple silicone egg sitting on my desk, I sigh.
Too bad the egg inside me isn’t that one.
Nick pushed the purple egg into me right before our time was up in the Easter dream world.
I only got one more use out of the egg before the battery died, and I didn’t have the charging cord for it.
But what a ride it was. Fucking myself with, it knowing it was a tangible item that connected me to Nick, made the orgasm intense. My toes curled and my entire body spasmed when I cried out his name. I swear I was shaking for five minutes afterwards.
This new egg isn’t so bad, but the one from Nick is special.
As I rock against the seat cushion, tendrils of bliss rush through me while I pull up an internet browser and make a half-hearted attempt at using a people finder website.
Why in the fuck couldn’t he have an uncommon last name?
Nick Miller… yeah, this really isn’t happening and I’m searching more out of habit than expecting results.
I have to do something with my time since I don’t know for certain how long it will be before I see him again.
Memorial Day is coming up soon. I’m going to hope that’s the day because if not, I have to wait over a month until the Fourth of July.
Closing my eyes, I give in to the pleasure and try not to think about how the Fourth of July is a US holiday and Nick sounds British. I might not get to see Nick on the Fourth of July either, since I don’t know how the magic works.
A dainty hand waves in front of my face. “Earth to Noelle. Come back to us, Noelle.”
Blinking, I toss a smile at my friend Sarah across the booth from me. “Sorry, it’s been a crappy few weeks, and I’m not sleeping well.”
I really am having insomnia problems. One night when I couldn’t sleep, I wondered if maybe we’re in an alien zoo. It’s a perfect explanation for what’s happening to Nick and me. What’s more likely: an alien zoo or magical beings that make us fuck in a dreamworld? I’d put my money on the alien zoo.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk since Memorial Day came and went with no sign of little green men to take me to Nick.
Since Sarah and I don’t get together often anymore, I need to attempt to be a better friend, and seeing her usually cheers me up.
It’s my day off work, so I invited her out and we’re at a local fast-food burger joint finishing up our meal.
Sarah’s brow furrows. “I might have been tipsy on St. Patrick’s Day, but I recall you saying something about the doctor thinking you have narcolepsy?”
Tipsy is a bit of an understatement, but I pass up the opportunity to tease her about it. I had hoped she was too drunk that night to remember anything.
Brushing her comment aside, I try to make light of it. “Oh, the doctor was wrong and said I just have poor sleep hygiene.”
Her flat lips tell me she’s not convinced everything is fine with me. Shit, I need to change the subject. I latch on to the first thing that pops into my head. “Hey, so you were talking about the Fourth?”
She mentioned something about big plans she wanted to tell me about and I’m secretly glad she’s busy on the Fourth of July this year.
Usually she invites me over and tries to set me up with some horrible person who I always give a chance to because how wrong could she be? She’s been VERY wrong four times now.
“Ohhh, yeah. So get this…” I grin at how adorably easy she is to distract while she continues. “Our pool is FINALLY going to be done and ready by the Fourth. You’re coming to my house and we’re having a pool party!”
Oh shit, her big plans include me. “Uh, I’m busy on the Fourth this year.”
I can’t just disappear in the middle of a pool if an alien pops out of the bushes to whisk me away to meet up with Nick.
A heavy silence drifts over the table. “Noelle, I’m concerned about you.”
I toy with my napkin, avoiding her eyes. I’ve got to get her off my back.
Fuck it. “I’m fine, and maybe you’re right. A pool party would do me good.”
Her face lights up and her eyes sparkle. “It is, and I have JUST the guy for you to meet this year.”
I totally just got played. I fight the urge to laugh at myself. She knows me too well and probably figured I’d agree to anything to avoid a conversation about my issues.
I have zero interest in any guy she wants me to meet at this pool party, so I tune her out and daydream about Nick–sexy-voiced, delicious, real life Nick. It’s hard to believe he’s out there somewhere, probably missing me as much as I miss him.
Slipping on my fuck-me spiked red heels, I smooth my tight black dress down my thighs.
My dress is so short, if I bend over people will see a lot more than I want them to.
I’m going with the bare minimum today: no bra and a pair of red lace panties.
I would have gone commando, but what if they’re an important piece to whatever magic happens that transports me to Nick?
There has to be a reason my panties go home with him, right?
This might be a pool party I’m going to, but I’ll admire the pool from a distance.
I wore this outfit for Nick and I don’t want to risk being in a wet bikini when it’s time to see him.
My hair and makeup are spectacular, so it’s not just the clothes.
I put my hair back in a ponytail and while I brushed it, I daydreamed Nick grasped it and pounded me roughly from behind.
I’m smoking hot tonight, but more importantly, I feel sexy.
My confidence is at an all-time high and I’m buzzing with excitement as I collect my purse.
I’m back to believing it’s magic and not an alien zoo.
Last week I thought about how it happens on holidays, but it’s not only that.
It’s also when I’m gussied up and have plans out of the house.
It’s good that Sarah invited me over for the pool party today because what if the cosmic force requires me to be around other men?
Like maybe Nick is my soulmate, so if the powers-that-be think I might hook up with someone else, they force me and Nick together.
I snort as I walk out the door. Yeah, I have no fucking clue what’s going on. But if something or someone doesn’t come to take me to Nick tonight, I’m going to be pissed.
Sarah’s house is beautiful, and her new pool is impressive.
The sparkling blue water and grotto people can swim through gives me a brief pang of regret that I didn’t bring my bikini.
But I’m a woman on a mission and I don’t have time to swim.
I need Eros or a little elf to pop out of the bushes for me.
Hell, I’d even take that dirty Peeping Tom leprechaun if it gets me to Nick.
I’m so positive that someone is coming for today that I walk along the fence in Sarah’s backyard, poking in the bushes and hunting for anything out of the ordinary.
The party is lively, and a couple of people are in the pool, but most of them are hanging around the grill and loading food on their plates.
My stomach is in knots and there’s no way I’ll be able to eat, so whoever is coming for me might as well make their appearance.
While I pretend I’m only admiring the plants, possibly the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on breaks away from the buffet table and moseys over to me.
She must be in her early 20s, with an hourglass figure to die for.
She’s sucking on a lollipop and wearing Daisy Dukes, a tiny red crop top that barely covers her tits—there is definitely some underboob showing—and white tennis shoes.
A slight breeze ruffles her wavy red hair, and her porcelain skin glows with zero blemishes.
She removes the lollipop from her mouth, and when she smiles at me, I swear her teeth sparkle.
I’m stunned silent while desire blossoms in my core and wetness leaks out of my now-buzzing pussy.
I rarely want to fuck another woman, but I could easily imagine waking up with her in a pile of entwined limbs after a night of sweaty sex.
Rubbing my thighs together, I try to calm down.
I don’t have time to fuck a stranger tonight.
If Nick were here to join in, that would be one thing.
But he’s not, so I need to keep my eye on the prize and not get distracted by every shiny that walks by.
Plus, I’m more of a double-stuffed type of woman and would prefer two men at once.
“Whatcha looking at?” She presses and swirls the lollipop against her lips, sucking at it while she peers over my shoulder.
She smells like apples, and I become tongue-tied from being so close to her. I stumble over my words. “Noth-nothing.”
Giggling, she sways towards me and moves the lollipop from her mouth to mine. I instinctively part my lips, and instead of pushing it in, she coats them with the sticky sweetness. Fuck, she’s hot. For her, I might reconsider not wanting a threesome with another woman.
She steps back and beams that 100-watt smile again. “There, now you’re perfect for Nick.”
Ohhh, it’s her!
I grab her hand and tug on it. “Let’s go!”
She draws her hand back and waves it in the air like she’s casting a spell, and giggles. “My, my, aren’t you the impatient one?”
Wait, is this when I get to see how the magic works? I glance around the yard to make sure no one is watching.
She stops waving her hand and looks perplexed. “Huh, it’s not working.”
My eyes widen, and I stare at her while a ball of anxiety lodges in my gut. “What’s not working?”
She shrugs. “The portal won’t open.” She continues to suck on her lollipop. “Oh, well, guess you can’t see him today.”
WHAT? Heat runs up my neck and a ball of fury lights in my gut. This is unacceptable. “Oh no, you better—”
The woman wedges her lollipop in her mouth, freeing both her hands and gives a firm push to my shoulders. I barely have time to think, “Oh, fuck,” before I tumble backwards into nothingness.