Chapter 3 - Noelle
Noelle
The glowing pink light turns into landscape as I pass through the portal and then I’m standing on a stone walkway made of fuschia-colored stones.
Not paying attention to anything around me, I scan the area for Nick.
When I don’t see him, I sigh and bite my lip.
Fucking creeper dude said Nick is waiting, so where is he?
Since I don’t see him, I take a moment to admire the scenery.
The grass is a rose color, and soft cotton candy pink clouds dot the sky.
Everything is just so… pink. I don’t even have the vocabulary to describe the many shades of the color I’m seeing, but somehow it all blends together pleasantly and doesn’t overwhelm me.
I wouldn’t want to live here, but I can fuck Nick for two hours here, no problem.
The young guy is standing close to me, and when I take a deep breath to question him, a sexual tingle washes over me. My nipples harden and a gush of wetness hits my already-wet panties. I think of Nick’s thick cock and groan, wishing it was inside me right now.
Shivering with need, I glance at the guy and notice he’s sporting a tent at his crotch under his white toga.
It moves around a little as I watch it, and when I lick my lips, I know I need to find Nick right fucking quick before I jump the weirdo.
Was this a ploy to get me in here and get me all horny?
Before I can accuse him of lying to me, he interrupts my thoughts. “Right, so follow me and I’ll lead you to Nick.”
Oh, that’s more like it. He takes off down the path at a brisk pace and I try to keep up with him as best I can. Thank God I’m in shape, but these sandals aren’t helping.
Not knowing what to call him, I decide to ask. “Hey, what’s your name?”
He slows down a little when he answers. “Oh, you can call me Erick.”
“OK. Hey, Erick? How far away is Nick? Do I only have two hours here?”
“Not far, and yes,” is his only response.
Up ahead is a field of pink tulips and some trees.
The bark of the trees is brown, but the leaves are, of course, multi-colored pink.
The sound of birds cooing fills the air the closer we get, and I realize that each tree has at least a couple dozen doves lining the branches.
This place is starting to remind me of a honeymoon trip to a cheap motel with a tacky room option.
We pass a sign that says, “Welcome to Lovers’ Paradise,” and I snicker—yep, totally like a trashy motel.
Hopefully this ends with me getting fucked, like I would if it was my wedding day.
The trees thin out and a wooden fence starts along the side of the path. I almost hate myself when my pussy clenches and I glance at the fence with interest and imagine straddling it and rubbing against it. Mmm, I’m going to pounce on Nick the second I see him.
A sudden thought makes me halt. What if this isn’t the same Dream Nick? What if it’s a different guy and my mind is just calling him Nick?
Erick notices I’m not following, stops and turns towards me. “Hey, we’re not far. Keep walking.”
The tent in his toga is noticeably larger.
He’s clearly going commando today. How is that not uncomfortable?
He doesn’t seem fazed by it at all, as if it’s perfectly normal to be walking around fully erect with no trousers on to keep the monster hidden.
It has to be the dang air in this place that is making me horny and looking for things to rub against, and it must affect him as well.
As we continue to walk, the area behind the fence turns into a BDSM scene with various tables and dungeon equipment.
Uh… did I sign up for this? I spot a bondage table, and when I picture being bound there with Nick running the leather tails of a flogger gently along the length of my naked body to tease me, a strong pulse from my core makes me gasp.
Yeah, I think I’d be down for anything Nick wants to do to me.
The open-air dungeon seems never-ending and a soft murmur of voices gets louder as we walk.
What’s this? A party? The path winds around a bend, and up ahead is a group of naked men and women using the equipment.
Oh fuck, am I going to find Nick is partaking of a bunch of women already?
Under normal circumstances, I don’t like to share, but my traitorous pussy gets even wetter at the thought.
Mmmm, I could have Nick in my mouth while some guy fucks me from behind. Shit, we’re wasting time!
The closer we get to the group of people, I notice something odd.
All of their eyes are closed and yet they seem to know exactly what they’re doing with no hesitation in their movements.
Uh, what the fuck? Sharp cries ring out as men and women get spanked, flogged, and fucked in every position imaginable.
Well, shit, this just got interesting. I was already horny, but the buffet of debauchery amps up my neediness.
“Hey, Erick? Why are their eyes closed?”
He laughs at me. “Because they are dreaming this.”
Wait, if they’re dreaming this, then why aren’t my eyes closed?
I pass my hand over my eyelids—yep, still open.
I’m about to ask him when I realize that the people probably don’t know their eyes are closed.
In their dreams, they would be open. What sort of fucked up land is this?
I imagine my body is probably sitting asleep on my couch, but I wasn’t even tired.
And who falls asleep while wide awake and masturbating?
I shake my head, hoping to clear the cobwebs because none of this is making any sense, but I know this can’t be real. I’m not really in some pink Lovers’ Paradise watching a bunch of people going at it like animals.
One partygoer—a young woman in her early 20s with gorgeous red hair and an impressive rack—runs to the fence, eyes wide open. “Erick, is that you?”
Uh, what’s this? Erick grins at her and rushes over.
“Hey, love!”
He leans in as if he’s going to give her a kiss, but she pushes back from the fence.
“Wait, you’re not Erick, but you sound like him. Where is he?” She looks around, lost and confused. Her face crumbles as if she’s going to cry.
Suddenly, the air around Erick shimmers and he morphs into an older version of himself as the lines on his face deepen and his hair turns silver. I’d estimate he’s in his late 50s. Older Erick is hella hot and an unexpected punch of lust hits me. Uh, WHAT THE FUCK?
“Sandy...you’re not supposed to be awake.”
The woman visibly relaxes and takes on a dreamy expression. “Oooh, Erick. I’ve missed you!”
Sandy moves back to the fence and Erick leans over it, kissing her hard. She presses her naked lower half against the wooden slats and looks like she’s about to climb over it—or straddle it like I thought about doing.
“Did you come to play with me tonight, Daddy?”
Sandy grinds against the fence, and a small part of me winces and hopes she doesn’t get any splinters. The wood appears to be smooth, though. Can you even get splinters in a dream?
“Sorry, love. Can’t tonight. I need you to go back to sleep and I’ll play with you later. Okay?”
She pouts at him. “Okay, Daddy. But don’t forget about me!”
Erick runs his hand over Sandy’s eyes and her lids slide closed. She smiles and immediately turns around and heads back towards the party and a man holding a wooden paddle.
I’m frozen in place and I can’t look away—I want to see her get spanked—but Erick pulls me out of my reverie by grabbing my hand and tugging.
“Come, can’t keep Nick waiting.”
Oh, right. When I stumble after Erick, I realize he’s turned back into his younger version. Yeah, that’s bizarre, but since I’m dreaming, nothing should surprise me.
Up ahead is a clearing and a sparkling lake shaped like a heart.
I’m surprised that the water is light blue, but snicker when I see swans.
Of course there are swans. A white gazebo on the edge of the water catches my eye and I’m distracted by a blanket full of picnic food spread out on the pink grass.
My stomach growls and I realize I’m an odd mix of turned on and hungry.
I’d pick sex over food right now, but I still want to eat.
Erick stops and announces. “Nick’s waiting for you.”
Wait, what? Erick gestures towards the gazebo and I finally notice Nick is standing inside it with a little fat cherub next to him. I ignore the cherub, assuming it’s part of the ambiance.
Nick looks just the same as my last dream. My breath catches and I’m trembling as I rush towards him. He opens his arms and I launch myself into them, wrapping my legs around his waist and ravaging his mouth.
Oh fuck yeah, time to get this party started.