Chapter 7 - Noelle
Noelle
I’m startled awake and I can still feel the pressure of Nick’s lips on mine, but unfortunately I’m on my couch all alone.
Both of my hands are between my legs like they were just before Erick cleared his throat to get my attention and let me know he was watching.
Did I seriously fall asleep WHILE fingering myself? Shit, that was amazing, though.
I caress my swollen clit for a moment, but I’m too sensitive to continue. The dream was so incredible it took care of the need to go at it with my sex toys. Why can’t this happen more often? Once every two months is not enough.
I pull my hands from between my legs and I’m about to stand up, but pause when I realize an important piece of clothing is missing.
WAIT… where are my motherfucking panties again?
I glance around at the couch cushions and lean over to check the floor.
None of my clothes are missing other than my panties, and the straps of my sandals are secure around my ankles.
My brain blips out and I can’t explain where the panties went this time. I feel a trickle of moisture from my ass and realize I’m tender down there as well. Uh… what’s going on here?
I’m so distracted by my sore backside that I don’t notice when I brush my hand against my cheek to wipe away some drool—except it’s not drool.
While examining the creamy white liquid on my fingers, a shock of awareness runs through my body.
I really do feel like I was fucked in the ass…
and is this cum on my fingers? I obviously need sleep since I’m hallucinating.
Slowly, one by one, I suck my fingers, cleaning them off, and then stand up so I can head to bed. I give a last pass over my face to make sure I got all the wetness and lick the last bit from my fingertips.
Mmm… I still don’t think this is real, but Dream Nick sure tastes good.