Chapter 8 - Noelle
I blink awake, my parents’ closet coming into focus.
The room is still warm and I can see why I fell asleep.
Being in the familiar place from my childhood relaxes me into a limp noodle, and this time, it worked so well, I’d had the best dream sex of my life.
I shiver at the thought, and it feels almost like an orgasm aftershock.
Wow, shit. Dream Nick needs to visit me more often. I might not be ready for a relationship in real life, but I wouldn’t mind being fucked by him on the regular after I drift off. Mmm, yes, please.
I uncurl myself from my position and crawl out from the corner when I discover I’m not wearing any underwear.
I’m stunned for a moment. Where did my panties go?
Then I realize the wetness coating the inside of my thigh suspiciously reminds me of what it’s like to have cum dripping out of me.
I decide to ignore the wetness and deal with the tangible problem.
I glance around the closet floor, patting the carpet with my hands in case I’m somehow missing light blue panties in a dim closet. When I accept defeat at ever finding them, I sit back on my knees, spreading my wetness further down my legs as I contemplate the issue.
If this was all a dream, where did my panties go?